Look
Negativity's contagious
Hangin' out here best be couragous
... But I don't hear a single word
If they hatin' on my lately I just throwin' up the bird
Cuz they way that they talkin' like they throwin' up their words
The way you choose to live your life hey I find that **** absurd
But it's each to they own in case you haven't heard
You chillin' with me now I wasn't there in the 'burbs
I rose like a weed like I grew up from the dirt
No pain no gain we gotta feel a lotta hurt
But the way it turned out was worth every single nerve
Every single tear, every single drop
Started at the bottom but we rose to the top
Now we sprayin' nonstop like we made outta glock
Damn
Race against the clock
Nah not me ever your girl racin' to my...
Heh, you know...
Why you so blue-oh
Banged your girl so hard she might be knocked up Juno
Don't blame me her *** fat like sumo
So I took her from your hold set her free like moon-oh


Look I'm tryin' re-focus...

So I do this for the kids who had it even worse than me
Called their grandmama momma and their neighbor auntie
Who got their lil momma pregnant while they was just a kid
Who had to sell drugs on they block cuz that's the way they lived
Who had to holla back ya that's what everybody did
She tried to break the ****in' cycle so her man took out a hit
Heard she in obituary cuz her body in a ditch
She was finer than **** ain't that a ****in' *****
Damn...


I do this for everyone who can't
Everyone who woulda if they justa-hada chance
Everyone who suffers at the hand of the man
Work for minimum wage but ain't even got a plan
.. Cuz yep I used to flip burgers
Wasn't that long ago when I used to cry murder
Long ****in' week practl'y livin' on the street
Cuz this banged up apartment's really ****in' weak
If I do this one more day think I'll buckle at the knees
So don't tell me you relate you shouldn't even ****in' speak
Cuz all you rap is garbage like the trash peew-ee

Ah.....
I'm the people's ****in' king don't even reply to my rap cuz I do my ****in' thing
All alone in this ring don't you step between the ropes don't even get in between
You can't go one round I be here all weak

couragously tearin' through your newfound negativity
Politcally attackin' you for a profound positivity
When an emcee choke you can tip 'em a word
Actin' like you live better is straight absurd
Embrace the hurt turn it into a piece of work
Take command cease the peace like CPT kirk

Revoke your license to rhyme it shows your racing time
Smokin' incense to rid the block making the clock stop
Clear my mind and write new lines spittin' them fine rhymes
Keep coming down my road, your ignorning them warning signs

Can't re-focus because your outta touch with yourself
Seems like your un-original, pick your lines straight off the shelves
self-proclaimed king trying to govern our free lives
Same lines ten times all husbands no wives
No queen to help govern guess your not sovereign
No kid to take the throne I'll just have to claim it as my own
I'll start a new beat with a different tone I'm in my zone
No more toying around I'm startin' to come around with my flow

I feel a tweak everytime you speak I've had it
This rap game is mine so go ahead come at it
I'll drop you dead my words are on semi-auto/matic

Be here all week but your drops are duds and weak
Shuffle your feet to a different beat your mouth has a leak
Stuck in the fight now no way for you to go back
Take flight like a jet just show me where to drop the bomb at
It'll happen swiftly Come in and drop you quickly
Your lines end quietly as if they all start sickly

One round is all I need to hit hard and buckle your knees
You can try and fight but your gonna tuck and roll with me
Strike you so fast make sure that no one here sees
Your time is up, clocks ran out, pay out your fees.

Originally Posted by smoothtung

Yes your vane 'mouth was running'.
I'll use this sheep like I we're vellum rubbing.
I should hack your lame account and make my rounds with the edit function.
Scathe the fountain of youth til the present's sunken..
and verbally screw you til you spew smooths descendants; of the second coming.

Get it? 'cumming'. It's cunning. I hinted I'm prophetic too..
And it's NOT that you're pathetic I'm simply the better dude.
Infinitely more clever than you..
But Id rip out my organs to clear my chest about offending you vouve.

Though I'll continue through for I'm naturally viscous..

So you KNOW you're not the reason I feel i have to actually rip this.
I've apathy for most of the sick scripts.
I show YOU respect.
..I admirably don't give a s**t for this kid.

And actively list his many shortcomings.
His wrap is amiss like on the floor of a cumbi's store.
His wrap was a-miss cuz he refuses to study more.
His rap skills are amidst fable fictions and sasquatche's bloody corpse.

Nah.
It's not that he's all that bad really..
Or that he lacks the balls to drop passionately..
Or the inadequacy..
I don't care for his false personal re-views.
You ARE "untouchable".. I didn't feel you at all.
Purposefully rude ^

Now I like to smoke the green
So that's why I'm hopin'
That the weed's tha explanation
For this superfluous meditation
On your apathetic hatred,
A slight contradiction
A useless application

Of a method That you too stupid
to understand, Or get, And it's gettin'
Outta hand, With the words You try-en to bandy About

Without knowledge
Just intent,
Try to execute me
With just a sentence,
But you can't
touch Me,
with your word-hack-er-y

You're butcher with a sword
Only capable of cuttin' the corpse
Not the living force
The wordsmith, wieldin',
His tongue like sword
That's killin' yas

And I'll be the one
That's writtin' your epitaph
That goes above your head
On your gravestone
Here lies another great unknown
Not mourned just silent at last.
The world ain't ever gonna miss his *****.

Lets see_
I'm not here to dis you_
Stop with the cussing_
And start with the can toos_
Forget about the slammin, Let's all gather thought's_
Quit trying to be Too Short, and remember what you got!!!!
I never try to slam on pep's that shake their mouth's a lot
I like to get even_ but not in someone's battle that they brought_
Please don't get me wrong I'm a cougar who likes it hard_
I think all of you are really good!!! but.... too much pimping in this yard_
If you don't got a story, then please don't try to tell it_
Battle of the band's, is music and not just nasty Lyrics_

Originally Posted by Trina Marie

Lets see_
I'm not here to dis you_
Stop with the cussing_
And start with the can toos_
Forget about the slammin, Let's all gather thought's_
Quit trying to be Too Short, and remember what you got!!!!
I never try to slam on pep's that shake their mouth's a lot
I like to get even_ but not in someone's battle that they brought_
Please don't get me wrong I'm a cougar who likes it hard_
I think all of you are really good!!! but.... too much pimping in this yard_
If you don't got a story, then please don't try to tell it_
Battle of the band's, is music and not just nasty Lyrics_

Every night my clock reads 4:30 in the morning
Alarm blarin’, No sleep for the iceman
Got some evil to get
Into my veins, Coarsin’
through the highways Fast like I’m drivin’
On my way, To put my little duck-ehs
In a line, in silence
Back to the wall for the executioner’s call
Ready aim fire, yall
I’m gonna watch you fall

The rage’s flowin’ And there’s no stopping
Me now, The assassin ’
Whose packin’ the C4
Blow it up and Explode it
Ringing out with your screamin’
But No one listenin’
Cause The day’s just breakin’
They’re all sleepin’
Nestled in their beds
Tucked away and dreamin’
As the Rays are filterin’
Through The bullet holes
I just made in you , eyes wide open
Realizin’ you dyin’
Pupils dilatin’, and you go silent
But then Again
That Alarm’s blarin’
In my head like a siren
No sleep again
For the iceman
Who got some evil to get
Coarsin’ through the veins,
like the highways
I’m drivin’ so Fast, I’m flyin’ away
From this place
Got to Out run the demons I’ve made
Keep Come-in back for their take
Blood debt to satiate their vengeful taste
The one I left in my wrathful wake

I Can’t outrun ‘em everyday
So eventually, I’ll just wait
Like my father did
for them to kill me Like I killed him,
His own knife, weapon of his own demise
vicious drunk, who deserved to die
And I expect nothing less For me and mine

stuck in the same place
where Time is frozen
And even when I sleep
I dream of the two roads, that be divergin'
IN the woods, where I buried my fatha
Under the halo of a street lamp
That I’ve been pacin’
Circlin’
My whole life
Waitin’, tracin’
Wonderin' about the road less taken
One of peace and not of violence
But there’s that alarm again,
Screamin’ out Like a siren
And her song wont ever be silenced
In my head it’s like an alarm blarrin’
Wakin’ up the assassin, whose packin’ the C4 again

Originally Posted by Trina Marie

Lets see_
I'm not here to dis you_
Stop with the cussing_
And start with the can toos_
Forget about the slammin, Let's all gather thought's_
Quit trying to be Too Short, and remember what you got!!!!
I never try to slam on pep's that shake their mouth's a lot
I like to get even_ but not in someone's battle that they brought_
Please don't get me wrong I'm a cougar who likes it hard_
I think all of you are really good!!! but.... too much pimping in this yard_
If you don't got a story, then please don't try to tell it_
Battle of the band's, is music and not just nasty Lyrics_

it's easy to see.. Trina Marie..
couldn't rep "Too Short" if she were petit.
I'll diss her until she completely agrees..
no freedom, beliefs or reasons to dream.
she pleading for peace. I dont mean to be mean. Trina Marie..
I'll sweeten the scene.. she's a leaf in the breeze; needing to leave.
my battle raps smash it. Trina Marie can sweep the debris.
b.. Trina Marie's treating the scene like latrines to be cleaned..
Trina Maries's demeaning elites; Trina Marie's weak with the speech.
I've gone beyond "pimping".. an alleigence between Athena and me.
please.. she aint even a beast. Trina Marie:
"cougar".. panting on all fours, needs to be leashed.
she'd flip 'cubs_' backward.. I'm '_sbu' 'see'..
she's whining like I'm getting too deep.
"cougar" used to mount-an' lie-on?
hah, damn. that ain't right dog.
Trina Marie.. she says she's "cougar".
I'll get in her dreams.. like freddie cruger.
thinking of flips for her plain name's hard.
but I'll still leave 'T.M' branded. my trademark.
diss "peps". sick.
or dispepsic?
you're "not here to dis" us.. you're just here to be dissed.
I could give you props if I wanted, but I couldn't mean it.
flip if you "can too" and two can.. fly like toucans.
but I aint gonna wait for the day you can do that.

Wow I've been busy for a couple days, missed alot..

Sbu???"""
that's ... Like some other rappers name / your the one on all... "your fours"......giving head to all the game_
take a number / you be number forty-nine / you can hit me right back up / when you find a rap to rhyme_
pitter-patter / i can smell your nasty feet!!!! / thinkin' you can rock my **** / when you'll never find my beat_
better check it / especially down low / you be sport'n' tuna fish, from.... "too many years ago"_
i've been spitting way past short/ since you were on your mamas titty/ playing with your legos and your favorite "hello kitty" _
so don't disrespect your elders!!!! Get your crayon's and go to bed!!!!! Quit trying to be special!!!! And f*** whatever it is you said!!!!!!!!

Originally Posted by Trina Marie

Sbu???"""
that's ... Like some other rappers name / your the one on all... "your fours"......giving head to all the game_
take a number / you be number forty-nine / you can hit me right back up / when you find a rap to rhyme_
pitter-patter / i can smell your nasty feet!!!! / thinkin' you can rock my **** / when you'll never find my beat_
better check it / especially down low / you be sport'n' tuna fish, from.... "too many years ago"_
i've been spitting way past short/ since you were on your mamas titty/ playing with your legos and your favorite "hello kitty" _
so don't disrespect your elders!!!! Get your crayon's and go to bed!!!!! Quit trying to be special!!!! And f*** whatever it is you said!!!!!!!!

Trina marie's just a theory it seems; words forming a superfluous centre
& as far as 'respecting your elders' goes, well it's clear we're both 'junior members'
you're vocabulary's lacking dramatically too, the spit's seeming more than a bit tragic
not helped by the fact that everything you lack is summed up in those monosyllabics
take your verse & examine. exactly which punch that you swung is impacting?
none, it's erractic. it's uninformatic. you need to play 'smarter' like you're Ryan Fitzpatrick
instead of phallic language, cause damage. intelligently vex or daisy's you'll be pushing up
cuz if you call me a d!ck or a pr!ck, I'll say it's cuz I'm f*cking this p*ssy up
see, it's easy to flip things like this cuz it's been done before
so go home until you can show us you've grown up and offer us something more

Someone write something amazing...even if it is unrelated to the theme of this room. Because things have stalled and I have nothing to say to the last post. Inspiration comes from greatness...

(concept-write from the perspective of a baby)

I'm not lazy/ Just lemme lay her for a couple of hours/ Just lemme look around the room/
Everybody came with flowers/ Left me **** toys and decoys for when I get upset/ How's life gonna be?/
Daddy up and left when mommy got round not wet/ 2 weeks old/ world already cold/
Lucky me/ Born outside the ghetto/ No need to sell E/ Superman lunchbox when I pack metal/
So what I supposed to do prior to the tender age of two/ Teddy bear care more then you/ Buddy never left me/
Pops never met me/ But at least Nas respect me/ when i get old/ all i want is CD's/ And a pretty on my pee pee/
That's like 16 from now/ Are you prepped for that?/ Role of two parents/
Public school fool/ I guess I'm not clarence/

yeah im done..

Originally Posted by Trina Marie

Sbu???"""
that's ... Like some other rappers name / your the one on all... "your fours"......giving head to all the game_
take a number / you be number forty-nine / you can hit me right back up / when you find a rap to rhyme_
pitter-patter / i can smell your nasty feet!!!! / thinkin' you can rock my **** / when you'll never find my beat_
better check it / especially down low / you be sport'n' tuna fish, from.... "too many years ago"_
i've been spitting way past short/ since you were on your mamas titty/ playing with your legos and your favorite "hello kitty" _
so don't disrespect your elders!!!! Get your crayon's and go to bed!!!!! Quit trying to be special!!!! And f*** whatever it is you said!!!!!!!!

"smell my feet" ..roundhouse kicks.
"smell my feet" ..bow down quick.
proud now Trin'? remember your potential.. now doubt it.
flows like pissing in the pool you'll be found drowned in.
it's no lack of effort. I'll "never find her beat", she's acapella.
I'd sooner loop a noose and sample that before we'd rap together.
"number fourty-nine"? why..? admit it's a silly line.
like I'd still slip you twenty for a quick sixtynine.
trina marie's lethal ravine sneezes and weeps and releases disease.
I'm deep and proceed like a team of marines.. trina marie's seeming fatigued.
bigger factor; little swagger. "pitter patter" retreating.
"pitter patter" dripping plasma.. I rip a rapper to pieces.
think the stanza's graceful? ..pity "pitter patter" failed.
weighting for your shakes to break richter's standard scale.
pitter, patter.. limping, staggered.
girl, serve it raw yo. "tuna fish" dinner platter.
you seam'stressed when you can't stitch the fragments..
a tart,an' got lines crossed so "check it". fit the pattern.

if I'm eating "tunafish" I'm a man at ease,
'til I sea beef getting deep ..like manatees.
mana tease.. please, she's hardly enchanting.
if she didn't seem mean I'd be passably charming.
she isn't the type for asking to dance with,
never gets 'stares' like a starship of daleks.
laughably charging or calmly departing?
deploying her forces.. an army of targets.
deploying my forces.. harnessing carnage.
it's partly catharsis. she's hardly an artist..
hardly the fastest like car keys to carve with.
my bars are advantaged, she's hardly an artist..
gone soft over time; she finds Dali alarming.
stagnant floes don't belong, like marsh in the arctic.
I'll snuff out her light like I bask in the darkness.
subtle raps; double bag or casket the garbage.

you're so slow that your verses are funny,
if I said 'bye dawg' you'd purchase a puppy.
wait rookie.. shaved wookie,
no "hello kitty", it's 'hey p****'.
I'm done chewing "tunafish", you knew the risks.
I'm like the giant levithian which tunafish lured in.
"go to bed"..? no thanks.
"tuna fish" you're no catch.
I'm terribly sorry..
you're terribly sloppy..
"get my crayon"..? you're spelling it wrongly.
I get my 'Kray'on' ..like Reggie with Ronnie.

I "find a rap to rhyme", I write and strategize,
I climb the ladder like I rise to paradise.
a higher paradigm. I spy a pack of lies.
you siphon talent like a minor parasite.
you got it twisted, fossil. like spiral ammonite.
I'm all kinds of dopeness. like pirate samurai.
bad*ss, but I got honour.
hah. nah.. bad *ss but I got on 'er.

I'll make you, shape you, change you 'round,
I'll raise you, praise you, way too proud.
I'll build you up and break you down..
I used to "play with lego".. same way I play you now.

gotta say man, that Kray'on line was fire... and the hello kitty/hey p*ssy

motivated me to write. tomorrow I'm gonna put some hours aside.

I Gives a **** on what you rap_
You sound more like a dirty scrap_
Its funny how you think you know_
Untamed melody, Sorry bro_

Spit on me, I spit you_
Stop the bruises, black and blue_
Never ending, without some style_
Join the Navy......."GOMER PYLE"

Rumor has it_
You bash on any_
Not this time!!! "GOOD "N" PLENTY"

If you knew how to draw some shapes_
I'd give you paper, then master-bait_
I'll watch as you eat a beastly girl_
Throw her up on your twist and twirl_

So go tell your homeboys, you can't find your junk_
Cause your stupid dumb ***** just got punked_

Comin in droppin hot make sure I'm slayin
Brutally beaten, none of you be stayin
Thoughts seedin drop your body like heavy baggage
When I rip it up, I always tear it savage

You rhyme for eight and down, just like dr.seuss
Please, end it now, I setup the noose
Your flow is weak, and your scheme is loose
No more from you, unless you're found on the news..

Like a wet firecracker you drop just like a dud
Trying to blast through walls but you straight hit a stud
What you try to get across is as clear as mud
It's Trina Marie season and I'm Elmer Fudd

Let the beat hit a few more good times
Comin in with all these brand new fresh lines
Honestly I can't sit here and bear your rhymes
When no one likes your drop, here's your sign.

Originally Posted by Trina Marie

I Gives a **** on what you rap_
You sound more like a dirty scrap_
Its funny how you think you know_
Untamed melody, Sorry bro_

Spit on me, I spit you_
Stop the bruises, black and blue_
Never ending, without some style_
Join the Navy......."GOMER PYLE"

Rumor has it_
You bash on any_
Not this time!!! "GOOD "N" PLENTY"

If you knew how to draw some shapes_
I'd give you paper, then master-bait_
I'll watch as you eat a beastly girl_
Throw her up on your twist and twirl_

So go tell your homeboys, you can't find your junk_
Cause your stupid dumb ***** just got punked_

think 'Jims Neighbor' Pops' this "GOMER PYLE"?
if she'd deal or raise me.. it's strip poker style.
if trina marie's truely 'cougar' it's mutant..
she isn't "spitting me" mew'cuz it's mucus.
you're just "junk", sunk sub
and deeper than "homebuoys" can sum up.
rise from gutters, strive for higher structures like life's a struggle.
"untamed" ..my "melody"s 'off the chain' like I'm a 'Righteous Brother'.
she doesn't "master-bait", wait.. a typo or lie though?
she's 'Hitched to c***' and "Master-Bates" like a Psycho.
make breakthroughs like the Johnny's Rotten and get Vicious.
if I'm getting "punked" you can suck the Sex Pistol.
trina marie seems facetiously sweet 'til we see her bitter self.
trina marie's amoeba to me yet she'd never make a 'single' 'sell'.
you think my raps are "stupid"?
then I think your attitude is.
your sound'waives style like bad acoustics.
if you've got the edge you have to prove it:
a'cute attempt but no point.. hardly sharper.
blowing 'jazz' with lips on sacks', no charlie parker.
buffs 'em to a sheen so she'd even let charlie park 'er;
hardly carnal.. "spitter" with the 'blood of' retarded llamas.

your 'lore's got cause for 'clause' like tigertoes do..
but I "eat beastly girls" and ride lycanthropes too..
the scourge of rap's incurring wrath, I purge the plans of worthless acts.
you're crossed at your path's end like my "dirty scrap"s a perfect map.
even though her dirty scraps are crap I'm serving that..
like I'm shooting a movie with just 'one cup and' thirty tramps.

yo, wait.. how you sayin' I don't know "shapes"..?
my lines try'angles 'til squares scared to show face.
it's easy to see trina marie's got wrecked'angles.
next tangent, then pen'tag'on a fresh canvas.
geometry test when the text's a problem.
no need for 'curse' words to 'hex'a'goner'.
your form was off; amorphous blob. done writing?
I'm best on the sphere and this battle's one sided.

Originally Posted by _SBU

think 'Jims Neighbor' Pops' this "GOMER PYLE"?
if she'd deal or raise me.. it's strip poker style.
if trina marie's truely 'cougar' it's mutant..
she isn't "spitting me" mew'cuz it's mucus.
you're just "junk", sunk sub
and deeper than "homebuoys" can sum up.
rise from gutters, strive for higher structures like life's a struggle.
"untamed" ..my "melody"s 'off the chain' like I'm a 'Righteous Brother'.
she doesn't "master-bait", wait.. a typo or lie though?
she's 'Hitched to c***' and "Master-Bates" like a Psycho.
make breakthroughs like the Johnny's Rotten and get Vicious.
if I'm getting "punked" you can suck the Sex Pistol.
trina marie seems facetiously sweet 'til we see her bitter self.
trina marie's amoeba to me yet she'd never make a 'single' 'sell'.
you think my raps are "stupid"?
then I think your attitude is.
your sound'waives style like bad acoustics.
if you've got the edge you have to prove it:
a'cute attempt but no point.. hardly sharper.
blowing 'jazz' with lips on sacks', no charlie parker.
buffs 'em to a sheen so she'd even let charlie park 'er;
hardly carnal.. "spitter" with the 'blood of' retarded llamas.

your 'lore's got cause for 'clause' like tigertoes do..
but I "eat beastly girls" and ride lycanthropes too..
the scourge of rap's incurring wrath, I purge the plans of worthless acts.
you're crossed at your path's end like my "dirty scrap"s a perfect map.
even though her dirty scraps are crap I'm serving that..
like I'm shooting a movie with just 'one cup and' thirty tramps.

yo, wait.. how you sayin' I don't know "shapes"..?
my lines try'angles 'til squares scared to show face.
it's easy to see trina marie's got wrecked'angles.
next tangent, then pen'tag'on a fresh canvas.
geometry test when the text's a problem.
no need for 'curse' words to 'hex'a'goner'.
your form was off; amorphous blob. done writing?
I'm best on the sphere and this battle's one sided.

That was ill!!!!

you need to apply recon of true nomads...Im here masses flow in gonna have to start slingin brakepads
the hell is a hexagoner....judging aint necessary when my nick is ur HONOR
anyone who truly thinks they are so slick..Ill call you trojan just stay on that ****
wordsmiths this is only your profession...what do you do when you meet lifes lesson
dont need the bling nor shine...like bad thoughts just erase you from my mind
tic tock tic tock there is no time on my clock...immortals stay away from birds of the same flock
goin to the shed to light on any that oppose...your an auto failure if you have label on ur clothes
pay close attention there is a true mind at work...treat you like a playboy on vacation get away jerk
if you cant get it then you obviously dont **** it...cant understand just say no so how about just quit it
I keep this flow sharper than any shank...**** a bowl of dro ive read enough on the posts to get my fill of stank
Hey everybody whats that sound...new whiteboy going world trade just destroying new ground
Im afraid you could call this a magical disorder...aliens yes you are but too bad im catchin you at the border
trina talks of punkn but u never learned from bein an ***.....me vaporize you is in your future but no ashton behind the glass
vouce you speakin of bein iceman but welcome to hells gate...schools up and running but what do u do when ur always late
sbu or silly boy unit what happens when the sphere meets universe...were all parallel beings when riding in a hearse
so melt me down stick me back in ur veins im pure dope...I never get ****ed call me soap on a rope

Originally Posted by sirfolsom

you need to apply recon of true nomads...Im here masses flow in gonna have to start slingin brakepads
the hell is a hexagoner....judging aint necessary when my nick is ur HONOR
anyone who truly thinks they are so slick..Ill call you trojan just stay on that ****
wordsmiths this is only your profession...what do you do when you meet lifes lesson
dont need the bling nor shine...like bad thoughts just erase you from my mind
tic tock tic tock there is no time on my clock...immortals stay away from birds of the same flock
goin to the shed to light on any that oppose...your an auto failure if you have label on ur clothes
pay close attention there is a true mind at work...treat you like a playboy on vacation get away jerk
if you cant get it then you obviously dont **** it...cant understand just say no so how about just quit it
I keep this flow sharper than any shank...**** a bowl of dro ive read enough on the posts to get my fill of stank
Hey everybody whats that sound...new whiteboy going world trade just destroying new ground
Im afraid you could call this a magical disorder...aliens yes you are but too bad im catchin you at the border
trina talks of punkn but u never learned from bein an ***.....me vaporize you is in your future but no ashton behind the glass
vouce you speakin of bein iceman but welcome to hells gate...schools up and running but what do u do when ur always late
sbu or silly boy unit what happens when the sphere meets universe...were all parallel beings when riding in a hearse
so melt me down stick me back in ur veins im pure dope...I never get ****ed call me soap on a rope

Tick Tock.
Time on the Clock.
Another runnin' his mouth
Just wont shut up

Always talkin'
Spittin' a vagrant phrase.
Your words ain't got no place.
No home, beggin' for change.
And we waitin' for you ta lea-ve
Don't stay
Move on
Here's a doll-ah
Now both-ah
anoth-ah
Run home to your motha
Why don’t cha
Even she don't want ya
Never did, Better off Findin' a bridge
Take a leap of faith
Plungin' in deep

Trust in the lord, these days
Make the time to pray,
Down on yo’ knees,
You beggin' just the same
“Dear lord give me the strength
To Genuflect and reflect
And to one day accept
That you gave me no talent.
I’m just a hack that’s drownin’”

my words got place like those on stage....deepthroating wont matter when death rattles your cage
the nickname is bank I can keep your dollar...my mom would take you in like a kitten with no collar
runnin home cause the weak make me feel sick...your rhymes are crackheads turning charity tricks
ill take the leap of knowing why your standing on the edge...your words are dust might as well call my flow pledge
make the time to pray if you know if u trust a man made lord...your kind of soul is the most stolen call it a honda accord
your so right i sit here just beggin for a change..trying to find new competition instead of chewin one night strange
get in get out go HOME is the right motto...no chance of winning like helen keller playing the lotto
so once again ask that lord for strength and power...you can wear 40 watches and still not know the hour
talent aint needed if its truly your blood...im pure hell burning you up my little milk dud
I can drown 3 times in the same damn location..your like a bad child just need to fix up your visitation
if im ever on my knees then your my knee pads...I hear ur flows loosely woven and im ironclad
lets go back to the bridge your hoping for my leap..mentally well funded dont buy the dirt cheap
I can close my eyes and smile at your weather...my lyrics are big chief and yours are my feather
that dont mean you stay upon my head...that means my rain dances can leave you verbally dead
if im running my mouth then you must be a mute...I run the orchestra your in the back playing the skin flute
I sit back and smile while you think your slick and cute..too bad your free falling with no parachute
well sir mustve meant that I couldve been flying...afraid not tweetie bird I just smell a putty cat crying
lil jon would point at you and scream bia bia....just got the italian sausage for my non rhyming mama mia
if we was cars im buggati and your a kia....my pedal is stuck ur transmission is broke so alsta vista
saved the end of arnolds quote to put the pacifier in the baby....this is what happens when rowing boats run into the navy