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slimshady316 yo im a badass rapper with all the fame im standin ontop of the world while ya`ll so lame 4 u bitches tryin to stop me its to late im taking over the world im getting all the girls while the rest of u bitches wanna make me hurl n if u just another wannabe tryin to bust my a** well face it u aint nothing but a stupid bitchy brat now save it b***h for whoevers a** ima kick get on yo knees n prepare to suck the worlds d**k
suckin da world d**k ha save yo enery and suck mine
i bust on ya eye and blind till da sun shine
you call yaself slimshady datz a joke
cuz slimshady sed dat he wuz done wit all da coke
itz a shame man how u callin me a lame man
wen u a puppy im da dragon wit da flame man
insane man tell me wut da Fucc ma name man
he shot bars but diz niqqa got no aim mann
i be da meanest nd ma SwaGGa be da cleanest
wen it comes 2 bein stupid slimshady he be a genius
sayin how he run da world and how he gotta gurl
well da world must b a tree becuz diz niqqa iz a squirell
im done wit diz fake tell da people how i win dis
Tcash Da KinG Also tellem dat im in dis |
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 10:06 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 3:50 pm
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Trosenses Ya yo My world is best you (speaks like yo) I know this game is mine whoo Yes mine I can repeat who Yes mine but enemies are fine ooww Iam back from my holiday Now lets fight for holiday Cod 7 is mine i can play whole day But homeworks make this really having a pay Iam from Turkey but someone can from somewhere I love peace I don't love wars Earth' s situation is really worse I love everyone who are not fools I bought new albums My music skill get burns Iam going to crazy like hers But dont worry Iam here for the first cool
Oh, Yo rhymes are bad,
But uh, my skills are mad.
You sound like you up to be green and sh^t,
But uh I see why yo rhymes haven't made a big hit.
Ya think rhyming is rapping,
but dat ain't all son.
Rapping takes time,
dedication to ya rhyme.
Dats just somethin,
I don't think you know how ta do.
You can spit rhymes in a matter of time,
But with rapping you can't just say it all,
While cracking open a lemon lime.
It ain't da same thing, something that you gotta understand,
try to expand ya one-word vocab,
'Cause it really sounds like you been in rehab
I mean no offense, to your mental in-capabilities,
Maybe you can get off by it with liabilities.
BUT i know my part,
And dis is where it starts.
P.S. I did say YOU( Came up with this in under 5 min.) ^_^ |
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 6:45 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 7:42 am
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Trosenses Are you joking buddy Are you a lady Your rhymes are fifty But mines are ninty Ninty nine call me fine But don't worry Iam happy for now And low down music so fight for your own Kill me nice but first die harn Your horns are good but mine are rude MY music is good but yours are rude One problem is here Your mouth is louder
Time to get serious. This verse is for all the noobs.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuyLiyezyNk
Oh s**t ***** this my ******** jam
Kicking rookies out like a door to door scam
That lion Youn Flo about to drop another classic
All these fake rappers looking like they're made of plastic
My flow so spastic, yea that means im something crazy
Like coming home and finding that i've eaten all your babies
Got an unbeatable record like 9-0 or better
Balling like the spurs in my black and silver sweater
Not from Orlando but i bet i spit some magic
Monster of this rap s**t im known to wreak havoc
So a hater better panic, because this gonna be too long
500 posts and over and im still going strong
Yea bitches this my song, so leave my s**t alone
If you wanna call for help you gonna need more than a phone
Im not B.o.B. but i am a Beast of Beats
And you know i pack heat but im not from Miami streets
Yes i do own a chain but your a** is about to hang
Blasting through the south like my a** was in a gang
Don't ******** with a lion he'll leave your s**t a carcass
Pushing past the haters like my name was DeMarcus (Ware)
Massacre the fakes and i leave nothing behind
A gangster going Black Op i leave nothing alive
Please Lord its not my time, just forgive me for sinning
But im gonna close this game up like it was the 9th inning
They all fail at life so stop all the pretending
My lines are super powered so your bars i'll start bending
These broke losers ain't winning, none of them are dependable
Call you all Stallone because you all are expendable
The opponents i am ending so bow down to the General
Be thankful your still breathing i could eat you like a dinner roll
Still they're not ready tho hope you missed while i was gone
Flo just rose again like the coming of the dawn. |
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 4:32 pm
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Youn Flo THB General Trosenses Are you joking buddy Are you a lady Your rhymes are fifty But mines are ninty Ninty nine call me fine But don't worry Iam happy for now And low down music so fight for your own Kill me nice but first die harn Your horns are good but mine are rude MY music is good but yours are rude One problem is here Your mouth is louder Time to get serious. This verse is for all the noobs. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuyLiyezyNkOh s**t n***a this my ******** jam Kicking rookies out like a door to door scam That lion Youn Flo about to drop another classic All these fake rappers looking like they're made of plastic My flow so spastic, yea that means im something crazy Like coming home and finding that i've eaten all your babies Got an unbeatable record like 9-0 or better Balling like the spurs in my black and silver sweater Not from Orlando but i bet i spit some magic Monster of this rap s**t im known to wreak havoc So a hater better panic, because this gonna be too long 500 posts and over and im still going strong Yea bitches this my song, so leave my s**t alone If you wanna call for help you gonna need more than a phone Im not B.o.B. but i am a Beast of Beats And you know i pack heat but im not from Miami streets Yes i do own a chain but your a** is about to hang Blasting through the south like my a** was in a gang Don't ******** with a lion he'll leave your s**t a carcass Pushing past the haters like my name was DeMarcus (Ware) Massacre the fakes and i leave nothing behind A gangster going Black Op i leave nothing alive Please Lord its not my time, just forgive me for sinning But im gonna close this game up like it was the 9th inning They all fail at life so stop all the pretending My lines are super powered so your bars i'll start bending These broke losers ain't winning, none of them are dependable Call you all Stallone because you all are expendable The opponents i am ending so bow down to the General Be thankful your still breathing i could eat you like a dinner roll Still they're not ready tho hope you missed while i was gone Flo just rose again like the coming of the dawn.
Call yourself a General, then I guess that makes me a sergeant
Take over your whole team, leaving you bitches unguarded
Got your a** in the front lines questioning all your squadron
"Are you guys ready?", then someone yells "Hell Naw Trick!"
Come on you f**, must be a fan of the heavenly dong
Thats why you are in the back of the church "praying" with Eddie Long
Call yourself a Beast of Beats then I am definitely a Monster
Being professional with the lames but still keeping it Gangster
Listen close, matter of fact take out your notepad
and on that scoreboard scratch out the 0 and put a 1 you nad
I just killed your a** and it was too easy but at same time too sad
Word of advice? Change up your strategy, just a tad
A few moments concentrated on my s**t, I think you have no ******** clue
I can have you massacred within a minute or two
The only thing you're pleasured by is your transexual boyfriends
You ain't come close to proving s**t except your illiteracy never ends
Right now, its about time for you to sink or float
You in need of lessons on how to keystroke just a mental note
You ain't playing me like a side project or a toy
Give us all a break and go spend time with your ******** boy
You have the nerve to mention my name from your very own mouth
The only s**t coming out yours is whoever you're sucking off down south
You a 5 minute deal in which you couldn't measure up with skills
Looks like you'll be sucking d**k the rest your life to pay the bills
rofl rofl rofl |
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 8:08 am
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Desperauz Youn Flo THB General Trosenses Are you joking buddy Are you a lady Your rhymes are fifty But mines are ninty Ninty nine call me fine But don't worry Iam happy for now And low down music so fight for your own Kill me nice but first die harn Your horns are good but mine are rude MY music is good but yours are rude One problem is here Your mouth is louder Time to get serious. This verse is for all the noobs. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuyLiyezyNkOh s**t n***a this my ******** jam Kicking rookies out like a door to door scam That lion Youn Flo about to drop another classic All these fake rappers looking like they're made of plastic My flow so spastic, yea that means im something crazy Like coming home and finding that i've eaten all your babies Got an unbeatable record like 9-0 or better Balling like the spurs in my black and silver sweater Not from Orlando but i bet i spit some magic Monster of this rap s**t im known to wreak havoc So a hater better panic, because this gonna be too long 500 posts and over and im still going strong Yea bitches this my song, so leave my s**t alone If you wanna call for help you gonna need more than a phone Im not B.o.B. but i am a Beast of Beats And you know i pack heat but im not from Miami streets Yes i do own a chain but your a** is about to hang Blasting through the south like my a** was in a gang Don't ******** with a lion he'll leave your s**t a carcass Pushing past the haters like my name was DeMarcus (Ware) Massacre the fakes and i leave nothing behind A gangster going Black Op i leave nothing alive Please Lord its not my time, just forgive me for sinning But im gonna close this game up like it was the 9th inning They all fail at life so stop all the pretending My lines are super powered so your bars i'll start bending These broke losers ain't winning, none of them are dependable Call you all Stallone because you all are expendable The opponents i am ending so bow down to the General Be thankful your still breathing i could eat you like a dinner roll Still they're not ready tho hope you missed while i was gone Flo just rose again like the coming of the dawn. Call yourself a General, then I guess that makes me a sergeant Take over your whole team, leaving you bitches unguarded Got your a** in the front lines questioning all your squadron "Are you guys ready?", then someone yells "Hell Naw Trick!" Come on you f**, must be a fan of the heavenly dong Thats why you are in the back of the church "praying" with Eddie Long Call yourself a Beast of Beats then I am definitely a Monster Being professional with the lames but still keeping it Gangster Listen close, matter of fact take out your notepad and on that scoreboard scratch out the 0 and put a 1 you nad I just killed your a** and it was too easy but at same time too sad Word of advice? Change up your strategy, just a tad A few moments concentrated on my s**t, I think you have no ******** clue I can have you massacred within a minute or two The only thing you're pleasured by is your transexual boyfriends You ain't come close to proving s**t except your illiteracy never ends Right now, its about time for you to sink or float You in need of lessons on how to keystroke just a mental note You ain't playing me like a side project or a toy Give us all a break and go spend time with your ******** boy You have the nerve to mention my name from your very own mouth The only s**t coming out yours is whoever you're sucking off down south You a 5 minute deal in which you couldn't measure up with skills Looks like you'll be sucking d**k the rest your life to pay the bills rofl rofl rofl
Its funny how he's laughing but had to quote me twice
Your annoying and white, like a case of bad head lice
This guy has to rewrite, so his words can sound kinda good
Build up more bars so i can chop em down like a block of wood
Im so hood, but he feeds off me like a breast fed infant
I'd burn your lyrics worse than how i burn the incense
Don't cross me ho because i show no mercy, to innocent or guilty
If your words were clean then you could call mine straight filthy
His bars were lame the 1st time so the loser tries to repost
If Flo never responded he'd have been as quiet as a friendly ghost
Be glad im not mad even though i gave you purpose in life
A reason to live Rocky now all you have to do is learn how to fight
Laughing like a b***h will get the taste slapped out of you
Im not Fabulous but best believe i will body you
Win a battle before you go to war with a master
Yea im on my Wu Tang s**t but i got no time for dirty bastards
Watch out for the hands or a ***** will have to bust your lip
Want a sample of my knuckle sandwich come get a lick
Lyrics are always slick even though my name isn't Rick
Youn Flo in the slaughterhouse that means its gonna be sick
I'd infect the minds of everyone in the slaughter hospital
Can't take me out son im too big of an ******** with a rapping lion is downright impossible
Call me a train because my flow is unstoppable. |
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 9:56 am
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Youn Flo THB General Desperauz Youn Flo THB General Trosenses Are you joking buddy Are you a lady Your rhymes are fifty But mines are ninty Ninty nine call me fine But don't worry Iam happy for now And low down music so fight for your own Kill me nice but first die harn Your horns are good but mine are rude MY music is good but yours are rude One problem is here Your mouth is louder Time to get serious. This verse is for all the noobs. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuyLiyezyNkOh s**t n***a this my ******** jam Kicking rookies out like a door to door scam That lion Youn Flo about to drop another classic All these fake rappers looking like they're made of plastic My flow so spastic, yea that means im something crazy Like coming home and finding that i've eaten all your babies Got an unbeatable record like 9-0 or better Balling like the spurs in my black and silver sweater Not from Orlando but i bet i spit some magic Monster of this rap s**t im known to wreak havoc So a hater better panic, because this gonna be too long 500 posts and over and im still going strong Yea bitches this my song, so leave my s**t alone If you wanna call for help you gonna need more than a phone Im not B.o.B. but i am a Beast of Beats And you know i pack heat but im not from Miami streets Yes i do own a chain but your a** is about to hang Blasting through the south like my a** was in a gang Don't ******** with a lion he'll leave your s**t a carcass Pushing past the haters like my name was DeMarcus (Ware) Massacre the fakes and i leave nothing behind A gangster going Black Op i leave nothing alive Please Lord its not my time, just forgive me for sinning But im gonna close this game up like it was the 9th inning They all fail at life so stop all the pretending My lines are super powered so your bars i'll start bending These broke losers ain't winning, none of them are dependable Call you all Stallone because you all are expendable The opponents i am ending so bow down to the General Be thankful your still breathing i could eat you like a dinner roll Still they're not ready tho hope you missed while i was gone Flo just rose again like the coming of the dawn. Call yourself a General, then I guess that makes me a sergeant Take over your whole team, leaving you bitches unguarded Got your a** in the front lines questioning all your squadron "Are you guys ready?", then someone yells "Hell Naw Trick!" Come on you f**, must be a fan of the heavenly dong Thats why you are in the back of the church "praying" with Eddie Long Call yourself a Beast of Beats then I am definitely a Monster Being professional with the lames but still keeping it Gangster Listen close, matter of fact take out your notepad and on that scoreboard scratch out the 0 and put a 1 you nad I just killed your a** and it was too easy but at same time too sad Word of advice? Change up your strategy, just a tad A few moments concentrated on my s**t, I think you have no ******** clue I can have you massacred within a minute or two The only thing you're pleasured by is your transexual boyfriends You ain't come close to proving s**t except your illiteracy never ends Right now, its about time for you to sink or float You in need of lessons on how to keystroke just a mental note You ain't playing me like a side project or a toy Give us all a break and go spend time with your ******** boy You have the nerve to mention my name from your very own mouth The only s**t coming out yours is whoever you're sucking off down south You a 5 minute deal in which you couldn't measure up with skills Looks like you'll be sucking d**k the rest your life to pay the bills rofl rofl rofl Its funny how he's laughing but had to quote me twice Your annoying and white, like a case of bad head lice This guy has to rewrite, so his words can sound kinda good Build up more bars so i can chop em down like a block of wood Im so hood, but he feeds off me like a breast fed infant I'd burn your lyrics worse than how i burn the incense Don't cross me ho because i show no mercy, to innocent or guilty If your words were clean then you could call mine straight filthy His bars were lame the 1st time so the loser tries to repost If Flo never responded he'd have been as quiet as a friendly ghost Be glad im not mad even though i gave you purpose in life A reason to live Rocky now all you have to do is learn how to fight Laughing like a b***h will get the taste slapped out of you Im not Fabulous but best believe i will body you Win a battle before you go to war with a master Yea im on my Wu Tang s**t but i got no time for dirty bastards Watch out for the hands or a ***** will have to bust your lip Want a sample of my knuckle sandwich come get a lick Lyrics are always slick even though my name isn't Rick Youn Flo in the slaughterhouse that means its gonna be sick I'd infect the minds of everyone in the slaughter hospital Can't take me out son im too big of an ******** with a rapping lion is downright impossible Call me a train because my flow is unstoppable.
he don't know as much as he think he know
his flo's a joke. he think he dope, but he sound mo like a clingy hoe
i wish he'd "shut the ******** up" like a Pinky quote
maybe come friday he'll be as dope as what we think he smoke
they think he loc the way i give him the blues
leave him abused. his murder be on the cover of bad news
covered in stab wounds from the way that i jab tunes
punchlines be mad rude; turn the booth into a bathroom
s**t on the track like i sipped some yak and some exlax
goin hard wit more bars than the fence where the feds at |
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 8:54 am
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r0me Youn Flo THB General Desperauz Youn Flo THB General Trosenses Are you joking buddy Are you a lady Your rhymes are fifty But mines are ninty Ninty nine call me fine But don't worry Iam happy for now And low down music so fight for your own Kill me nice but first die harn Your horns are good but mine are rude MY music is good but yours are rude One problem is here Your mouth is louder Time to get serious. This verse is for all the noobs. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuyLiyezyNkOh s**t n***a this my ******** jam Kicking rookies out like a door to door scam That lion Youn Flo about to drop another classic All these fake rappers looking like they're made of plastic My flow so spastic, yea that means im something crazy Like coming home and finding that i've eaten all your babies Got an unbeatable record like 9-0 or better Balling like the spurs in my black and silver sweater Not from Orlando but i bet i spit some magic Monster of this rap s**t im known to wreak havoc So a hater better panic, because this gonna be too long 500 posts and over and im still going strong Yea bitches this my song, so leave my s**t alone If you wanna call for help you gonna need more than a phone Im not B.o.B. but i am a Beast of Beats And you know i pack heat but im not from Miami streets Yes i do own a chain but your a** is about to hang Blasting through the south like my a** was in a gang Don't ******** with a lion he'll leave your s**t a carcass Pushing past the haters like my name was DeMarcus (Ware) Massacre the fakes and i leave nothing behind A gangster going Black Op i leave nothing alive Please Lord its not my time, just forgive me for sinning But im gonna close this game up like it was the 9th inning They all fail at life so stop all the pretending My lines are super powered so your bars i'll start bending These broke losers ain't winning, none of them are dependable Call you all Stallone because you all are expendable The opponents i am ending so bow down to the General Be thankful your still breathing i could eat you like a dinner roll Still they're not ready tho hope you missed while i was gone Flo just rose again like the coming of the dawn. Call yourself a General, then I guess that makes me a sergeant Take over your whole team, leaving you bitches unguarded Got your a** in the front lines questioning all your squadron "Are you guys ready?", then someone yells "Hell Naw Trick!" Come on you f**, must be a fan of the heavenly dong Thats why you are in the back of the church "praying" with Eddie Long Call yourself a Beast of Beats then I am definitely a Monster Being professional with the lames but still keeping it Gangster Listen close, matter of fact take out your notepad and on that scoreboard scratch out the 0 and put a 1 you nad I just killed your a** and it was too easy but at same time too sad Word of advice? Change up your strategy, just a tad A few moments concentrated on my s**t, I think you have no ******** clue I can have you massacred within a minute or two The only thing you're pleasured by is your transexual boyfriends You ain't come close to proving s**t except your illiteracy never ends Right now, its about time for you to sink or float You in need of lessons on how to keystroke just a mental note You ain't playing me like a side project or a toy Give us all a break and go spend time with your ******** boy You have the nerve to mention my name from your very own mouth The only s**t coming out yours is whoever you're sucking off down south You a 5 minute deal in which you couldn't measure up with skills Looks like you'll be sucking d**k the rest your life to pay the bills rofl rofl rofl Its funny how he's laughing but had to quote me twice Your annoying and white, like a case of bad head lice This guy has to rewrite, so his words can sound kinda good Build up more bars so i can chop em down like a block of wood Im so hood, but he feeds off me like a breast fed infant I'd burn your lyrics worse than how i burn the incense Don't cross me ho because i show no mercy, to innocent or guilty If your words were clean then you could call mine straight filthy His bars were lame the 1st time so the loser tries to repost If Flo never responded he'd have been as quiet as a friendly ghost Be glad im not mad even though i gave you purpose in life A reason to live Rocky now all you have to do is learn how to fight Laughing like a b***h will get the taste slapped out of you Im not Fabulous but best believe i will body you Win a battle before you go to war with a master Yea im on my Wu Tang s**t but i got no time for dirty bastards Watch out for the hands or a n***a will have to bust your lip Want a sample of my knuckle sandwich come get a lick Lyrics are always slick even though my name isn't Rick Youn Flo in the slaughterhouse that means its gonna be sick I'd infect the minds of everyone in the slaughter hospital Can't take me out son im too big of an obstacle ******** with a rapping lion is downright impossible Call me a train because my flow is unstoppable. he don't know as much as he think he know his flo's a joke. he think he dope, but he sound mo like a clingy hoe i wish he'd "shut the ******** up" like a Pinky quote maybe come friday he'll be as dope as what we think he smoke they think he loc the way i give him the blues leave him abused. his murder be on the cover of bad news covered in stab wounds from the way that i jab tunes punchlines be mad rude; turn the booth into a bathroom s**t on the track like i sipped some yak and some exlax goin hard wit more bars than the fence where the feds at
So should know even in r0me that my knowledge is infinite
He seen my skills and can tell that Flo's rhymes are definite
End you for the hell of it call my rhymes well equipped
I rap something hardcore while your words are something eloquent
Nobody understands your a** its like you were speaking Klingon
His rap game is over like he just got done putting a ring on
So ***** be gone and this time don't walk when im near
Shoot you down for your bucks like as if i was hunting deer
Im the one that you fear because im here and staying
You wanna live get to praying before the lion gets to preying. |
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 5:43 pm
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Youn Flo THB General Im 'Boutt To Go Ham,
Like King Konqq,
Rhymes So Strong,
Make Yhuu Rap Like Soulja Boyy,
Nd Im Juss Here To Destroyyy,
Nd Ii Treat Yhuu Like Ah Toy,
Nd We Claim Yhuu As Ah Mama's Boyy,
Im Stackin' Big, Yhuu Juss Un Employed.
Ii Chill With 'Em In The Dark,
Yhuu Juss Playin Att The Park,
Myy Rhymes Bout To Spark
Eat Yhuu Up Like A Great White Shark,
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 5:59 pm
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G33KiN Youn Flo THB General Im 'Boutt To Go Ham, Like King Konqq, Rhymes So Strong, Make Yhuu Rap Like Soulja Boyy, Nd Im Juss Here To Destroyyy, Nd Ii Treat Yhuu Like Ah Toy, Nd We Claim Yhuu As Ah Mama's Boyy, Im Stackin' Big, Yhuu Juss Un Employed. Ii Chill With 'Em In The Dark, Yhuu Juss Playin Att The Park, Myy Rhymes Bout To Spark Eat Yhuu Up Like A Great White Shark,
This ***** geekin but we all know he jerkin
Rapping like that every weekend i see you ain't working
Im rusty not dead i still got the rhymes thats legit
Like looking down and seeing the fossil on my wrist
You don't want the fists, knock the lights off this junk head
Roll up in your front yard and you'll be sleeping in a trunk bed
You going ham is only giving the lion a reason to eat
Cooking your lyrics well done because Flo always brings the heat
Staying at parks after dark leaves you open for attack
Go down 86 street and like an open bottle your gonna get capped
Im a gangster 365 ending rap lives is my career
Now go home and tell the other whack rappers that Youn Flo was here. |
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 8:59 pm
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Youn Flo THB General G33KiN Youn Flo THB General Im 'Boutt To Go Ham, Like King Konqq, Rhymes So Strong, Make Yhuu Rap Like Soulja Boyy, Nd Im Juss Here To Destroyyy, Nd Ii Treat Yhuu Like Ah Toy, Nd We Claim Yhuu As Ah Mama's Boyy, Im Stackin' Big, Yhuu Juss Un Employed. Ii Chill With 'Em In The Dark, Yhuu Juss Playin Att The Park, Myy Rhymes Bout To Spark Eat Yhuu Up Like A Great White Shark, This ***** geekin but we all know he jerkin Rapping like that every weekend i see you ain't working Im rusty not dead i still got the rhymes thats legit Like looking down and seeing the fossil on my wrist You don't want the fists, knock the lights off this junk head Roll up in your front yard and you'll be sleeping in a trunk bed You going ham is only giving the lion a reason to eat Cooking your lyrics well done because Flo always brings the heat Staying at parks after dark leaves you open for attack Go down 86 street and like an open bottle your gonna get capped Im a gangster 365 ending rap lives is my career Now go home and tell the other whack rappers that Youn Flo was here.
sick of brainless niggas on that "i think i can rhyme a flow"
would tell them to die slow, but in these clothes i'm a ghost
and they'll never be fresh as me. get that outcha head; telepathy
same niggas talkin beef but ******** around and forgot the recipe
Fall of r0me; rest in peace. kick ya a** from the west to east
then make you run back on ya hands for trynna step to me
the best of me could mess wit seas the way i keep flowin
you plain sound retard. if you layin down the law, i'm veto-in
"raise down the bar" is all they say when i drop the mic
the next ***** to hold it get hands scolded like totin lit dynamite
i'm the likes of the rhymin type ya brides be sayin rhymes is tight
you youn, dumb, and kinda hyped plus sound like a vaginas bite
p***y lipped b*****d quiver in the presence of the master
like king s**t, b***h. scratch my trigger itch and leave you plastered |
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:04 pm
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r0me Youn Flo THB General G33KiN Youn Flo THB General Im 'Boutt To Go Ham, Like King Konqq, Rhymes So Strong, Make Yhuu Rap Like Soulja Boyy, Nd Im Juss Here To Destroyyy, Nd Ii Treat Yhuu Like Ah Toy, Nd We Claim Yhuu As Ah Mama's Boyy, Im Stackin' Big, Yhuu Juss Un Employed. Ii Chill With 'Em In The Dark, Yhuu Juss Playin Att The Park, Myy Rhymes Bout To Spark Eat Yhuu Up Like A Great White Shark, This n***a geekin but we all know he jerkin Rapping like that every weekend i see you ain't working Im rusty not dead i still got the rhymes thats legit Like looking down and seeing the fossil on my wrist You don't want the fists, knock the lights off this junk head Roll up in your front yard and you'll be sleeping in a trunk bed You going ham is only giving the lion a reason to eat Cooking your lyrics well done because Flo always brings the heat Staying at parks after dark leaves you open for attack Go down 86 street and like an open bottle your gonna get capped Im a gangster 365 ending rap lives is my career Now go home and tell the other whack rappers that Youn Flo was here. sick of brainless niggas on that "i think i can rhyme a flow" would tell them to die slow, but in these clothes i'm a ghost and they'll never be fresh as me. get that outcha head; telepathy same niggas talkin beef but ******** around and forgot the recipe Fall of r0me; rest in peace. kick ya a** from the west to east then make you run back on ya hands for trynna step to me the best of me could mess wit seas the way i keep flowin you plain sound retard. if you layin down the law, i'm veto-in "raise down the bar" is all they say when i drop the mic the next n***a to hold it get hands scolded like totin lit dynamite i'm the likes of the rhymin type ya brides be sayin rhymes is tight you youn, dumb, and kinda hyped plus sound like a vaginas bite p***y lipped b*****d quiver in the presence of the master like king s**t, b***h. scratch my trigger itch and leave you plastered
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2tdBEL6vhk
Calling me p***y lips when we all know you suck d**k
Flo is the one rapper that you should never ******** with
Out here making recipes like your Rachael Ray
I'd fill him up with bullets and let the AK spray
Im the lion your the prey, so you might die today
Show up at the hospital with a knife behind the bouquet
Think your a hustler but you don't stack any bricks
The only thing your known for making is a whole lot of bullshit
This isn't up for democracy skills are something like a dictator
My size is bigger than yours thats why your a d**k hater
Rhymes are just greater, so call me a great debater
He's a master at jerking you could call him the master bater
Youn Flo already successful and im still counting my dough
So is still a ho in rome with all my foes
Who knows, maybe he'll have a home of his own
Until then stay out the slaughterhouse aka The General's War Zone. |
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