YoUAiNtGaNgStA
10-17-05, 06:49 PM
You know, I have no problem with someone tryin' to step themselves up in the game, but when your spittin; whack ass **** that makes no sense - that a two year old could compose - yet you think your spittin' fire, it gets me kind of frustrated. I've been reading up on this forum and have mad respect for some of the people on here, but as far as these Irish dip****s go, it's time to rid them off this site. So I'ma 'bout to spit a few lines to put these two *****es in there place, you know what I'm sayin'? Here we go:
Yea its my first post but I ain't in here to boast //
I'm here to put a stop to this definitive host.*
Lyrically I'm your superior - a God in this sh1t//
Am I the only one thinkin' these faggots should quit?
Yea I'm new here and I ain't holdin' no weight //
But I'ma make a few suggestions that I think you should take.
Take a break, leave this site, grow some height, gain ya' might //
Cleanse yourself of this embarrassment, ri-di-cule and concite.
Take a pen, jot some notes and don't come back 'till ya dope //
Cuz as it stands now homie you is droppin' the soap.
So heres to hopin your embodied in three leaf clovers//
Cuz like John Edward your punk ass is Crossing Over.
I ain't no gangsta but I'll run up in your house//
To cease the sh1t talkin the 9 milli's in ya mouth.
Ma nicca its like a storm when I breathe on a verse//
My hard punches like Tyson'll have ya' callin' fo tha nurse.
I'm still here never left, still bust none the less //
Wont hesitate to put them hollow tips in ya chest.
These niccas is hidin behind they voCABulary //
Feelin' safe be-hind your fed-er-al con-STAB-ulary.
So if its big words that'll earn these niccas respect //
I'll put down the tech, let my intellect (pause) shyne.
This is lyrical murder //
I'm bout to cross the bridge of success with these satirical girders.
I'm like your worst nightmare but I'm still here in the morning //
This is a warning...
Aiyyo I'm not feelin' this **** anymore, I've got my point across. You've been exposed like Janet Jacksons titties, ya herd? Straight goods, I am being real with you here. I read your ryhmes, and it sounds like the **** I spew after a big up blunt and at least twelve beers. Feel me? Straight whack **** dude, elementary. Juss take it easy, tone it down a notch, you ain't ****. This was a freestyle. I didn't put time or effort into this, 'ya dig? Straight off the top of my head as if it were face to face, I ain't a fake ass ***** like you two. Keep it real, fall back. Yuh-yuh-yuh YoU aInT gAnGsTa.
On a side note and like I mentioned above, mad respect to some of the 'artists' on here, notably theman080, I am feelin' your creativity. EZ.
* A definitive host is a host in which the sexual reproduction of a parasite takes place.
Yea its my first post but I ain't in here to boast //
I'm here to put a stop to this definitive host.*
Lyrically I'm your superior - a God in this sh1t//
Am I the only one thinkin' these faggots should quit?
Yea I'm new here and I ain't holdin' no weight //
But I'ma make a few suggestions that I think you should take.
Take a break, leave this site, grow some height, gain ya' might //
Cleanse yourself of this embarrassment, ri-di-cule and concite.
Take a pen, jot some notes and don't come back 'till ya dope //
Cuz as it stands now homie you is droppin' the soap.
So heres to hopin your embodied in three leaf clovers//
Cuz like John Edward your punk ass is Crossing Over.
I ain't no gangsta but I'll run up in your house//
To cease the sh1t talkin the 9 milli's in ya mouth.
Ma nicca its like a storm when I breathe on a verse//
My hard punches like Tyson'll have ya' callin' fo tha nurse.
I'm still here never left, still bust none the less //
Wont hesitate to put them hollow tips in ya chest.
These niccas is hidin behind they voCABulary //
Feelin' safe be-hind your fed-er-al con-STAB-ulary.
So if its big words that'll earn these niccas respect //
I'll put down the tech, let my intellect (pause) shyne.
This is lyrical murder //
I'm bout to cross the bridge of success with these satirical girders.
I'm like your worst nightmare but I'm still here in the morning //
This is a warning...
Aiyyo I'm not feelin' this **** anymore, I've got my point across. You've been exposed like Janet Jacksons titties, ya herd? Straight goods, I am being real with you here. I read your ryhmes, and it sounds like the **** I spew after a big up blunt and at least twelve beers. Feel me? Straight whack **** dude, elementary. Juss take it easy, tone it down a notch, you ain't ****. This was a freestyle. I didn't put time or effort into this, 'ya dig? Straight off the top of my head as if it were face to face, I ain't a fake ass ***** like you two. Keep it real, fall back. Yuh-yuh-yuh YoU aInT gAnGsTa.
On a side note and like I mentioned above, mad respect to some of the 'artists' on here, notably theman080, I am feelin' your creativity. EZ.
* A definitive host is a host in which the sexual reproduction of a parasite takes place.