obnoxious
02-12-05, 05:24 AM
s.o.h.h .... where emcees always learnin a lesson/
wanna learn to spit punches? study eternal reflection/
im either servin contestants, smokin weed, or both/
..still tryin to understand the first spanky freedom post/
but forreal, the talent around here does blow my mind/
and its no surprise, half of us got our flow from W.I.Z.E/
c'mon, dont deny.. and uhh... fucc all you other rappers/
this one goin out to cats like razz, timevirus, & puppetmaster/
what am i sayin.. i mean krayven..esnc, cryo & charon/
anyone who ride till they die..not talkin bout with carbombs/
anyone who rappin for life..
anyone who graspin a mic..
anyone who handles it right..
& anyone who battled tonight..
i remember when esnc dropped his first track, i was like
"he sound like the blackest man on the site, no way he's actually white"
hahahahahhahaha..
daaaaamn the good ol' days..
mockin the newbs & then watch em improve
droppin "keystyles" lifted off the chronic & booze
set the match, soon as i drop it, you lose/
and where's keylo at??
..his b!tch left her thong in my room/
i wrote "nox" on her boobs before i sent her home/
told her, im not in the mood, and wanna be left alone/
i just bone & bounce, i got no love for girls/
lifes a b!tch, thats why im screamin fucc the world!/
nah...she aint a b!tch, she a fuccin slut/
& im just a playa tryin to bust a nut/
& puff a blunt, man whut the fucc, i run amuck/
suckerpunchin faggots with an uppercut/
i rep M-F-P.. ya'll dont wanna fucc with us, buttercup/
or run & duck before i feed you your own blood and guts/
but anyways.. i kinda trailed off topic/
what was i talkin bout.. hmmm.. how i like my broads topless?/
the fact that i like cadalacs and not crotch rockets?/
or how i like to pull a casper, hit it while they not conscience?/
nah, no more of that, stupid crap, thats useless rap/
its like the only one keepin this site alive is Buddah MAC/
& if a cat didnt like my tracks, well thats wack of course/
but i just look at it like.. cant be worse than magnum force/
and if murder is the last resort/ well...
i wont feel no damn remorse/
after i stash ya corpse/
under ya grandmas porch!/
& some of these so called emcees is jokes/
they think they dope but aint even close/
i peep they audios & it makes me wanna squeeze they throat/
cause they got worse breath control than Evil Pope/ (R.I.P)
see, im known to joke about sh!t that shouldnt be joked about/
sit down, smoke an ounce/ & write rhymes while zonin out/
i laugh at sh!t that really isnt funny at all/
and try to play it out like "i was fuccin with ya'll"/
then catch a punch in the jaw, stumble and fall/
run thru the hall, smearin blood on the walls/
somethin just aint right inside my head/
i get high & then, lie in bed/
even when i had a curfew of like, 9 or 10/
id get home to mom b!tchin cuz my eyes were red/
might find you dead, so tell em if you dont return, assume the worst/
i aint the type to listen to you beg, id rather shoot you first/
i dont know where im goin in life, i been confused since birth/
done another useless verse.. startin to feel like universe/
anyone who been depressed at times, keep ya head up high/
this goes out to all the vets like w.i.z.e and Gem-En-Eye/
Cryo, & if i forgot you..well, fucc it...never mind/
fucc you, i'll just forget you for a second time/
wanna learn to spit punches? study eternal reflection/
im either servin contestants, smokin weed, or both/
..still tryin to understand the first spanky freedom post/
but forreal, the talent around here does blow my mind/
and its no surprise, half of us got our flow from W.I.Z.E/
c'mon, dont deny.. and uhh... fucc all you other rappers/
this one goin out to cats like razz, timevirus, & puppetmaster/
what am i sayin.. i mean krayven..esnc, cryo & charon/
anyone who ride till they die..not talkin bout with carbombs/
anyone who rappin for life..
anyone who graspin a mic..
anyone who handles it right..
& anyone who battled tonight..
i remember when esnc dropped his first track, i was like
"he sound like the blackest man on the site, no way he's actually white"
hahahahahhahaha..
daaaaamn the good ol' days..
mockin the newbs & then watch em improve
droppin "keystyles" lifted off the chronic & booze
set the match, soon as i drop it, you lose/
and where's keylo at??
..his b!tch left her thong in my room/
i wrote "nox" on her boobs before i sent her home/
told her, im not in the mood, and wanna be left alone/
i just bone & bounce, i got no love for girls/
lifes a b!tch, thats why im screamin fucc the world!/
nah...she aint a b!tch, she a fuccin slut/
& im just a playa tryin to bust a nut/
& puff a blunt, man whut the fucc, i run amuck/
suckerpunchin faggots with an uppercut/
i rep M-F-P.. ya'll dont wanna fucc with us, buttercup/
or run & duck before i feed you your own blood and guts/
but anyways.. i kinda trailed off topic/
what was i talkin bout.. hmmm.. how i like my broads topless?/
the fact that i like cadalacs and not crotch rockets?/
or how i like to pull a casper, hit it while they not conscience?/
nah, no more of that, stupid crap, thats useless rap/
its like the only one keepin this site alive is Buddah MAC/
& if a cat didnt like my tracks, well thats wack of course/
but i just look at it like.. cant be worse than magnum force/
and if murder is the last resort/ well...
i wont feel no damn remorse/
after i stash ya corpse/
under ya grandmas porch!/
& some of these so called emcees is jokes/
they think they dope but aint even close/
i peep they audios & it makes me wanna squeeze they throat/
cause they got worse breath control than Evil Pope/ (R.I.P)
see, im known to joke about sh!t that shouldnt be joked about/
sit down, smoke an ounce/ & write rhymes while zonin out/
i laugh at sh!t that really isnt funny at all/
and try to play it out like "i was fuccin with ya'll"/
then catch a punch in the jaw, stumble and fall/
run thru the hall, smearin blood on the walls/
somethin just aint right inside my head/
i get high & then, lie in bed/
even when i had a curfew of like, 9 or 10/
id get home to mom b!tchin cuz my eyes were red/
might find you dead, so tell em if you dont return, assume the worst/
i aint the type to listen to you beg, id rather shoot you first/
i dont know where im goin in life, i been confused since birth/
done another useless verse.. startin to feel like universe/
anyone who been depressed at times, keep ya head up high/
this goes out to all the vets like w.i.z.e and Gem-En-Eye/
Cryo, & if i forgot you..well, fucc it...never mind/
fucc you, i'll just forget you for a second time/