Wordsmyth
11-10-05, 08:07 PM
Full Metal Jacket
(dialogue slightly modified)
Sgt. Hartman:
“You will not like me, but the more you hate me, the more you will learn!”
“God has a hard on for MC’s, because we kill everything we see.”
“If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon,
you will be a minister of death, praying for war!”
Wordsmyth:
I’m like a full metal jacket that’s locked and loaded
Cocked then hold it, spittin so much fire it’s to hot to tote it
The sickest verses are floated but should not be quoted
Cause if I walk in your spot it’s like your whole block exploded
I’m in tight with tha coroner stacking seeds in the corridor
Plus I’m harder on the keys than hurricane season in Florida
I test your function stress your junction cause your less than nothin
If these emcee’s ain’t *****es then these dudes need a breast reduction
Sgt. Hartman:
Is that the best you got?! Were you born worthless, or did you have to work at it?!
I bet you're the kind of guy that would fu** a person in the ass,
and not even have the god damned common courtesy to give him a reach around.
You better get your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a giant sh** on you!
Wordsmyth:
I’m cold and callus, can’t mold tha crown or even hold my chalice
I fold these clowns, cause I’m bold and malice
With a flow that’s balanced, let em’ know my talents
When I bomb their stronghold and then blow their palace
Better hold your challenge, know your status and seek protection
cause I speak with perfection just to teach you a lesson,
Word’ll eat through your flesh then like a lethal injection
What these people expectin me to cross over like a Mexican?!
When I’m twice as nice on a mic as I am text messagin?!
Peeps need to guess again cause I’m one of the best to send
Text through a modem leaving them consoling there ****ing next of kin
Sgt. Hartman:
I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you, you can come over to my house and fu** my sister.
(dialogue slightly modified)
Sgt. Hartman:
“You will not like me, but the more you hate me, the more you will learn!”
“God has a hard on for MC’s, because we kill everything we see.”
“If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon,
you will be a minister of death, praying for war!”
Wordsmyth:
I’m like a full metal jacket that’s locked and loaded
Cocked then hold it, spittin so much fire it’s to hot to tote it
The sickest verses are floated but should not be quoted
Cause if I walk in your spot it’s like your whole block exploded
I’m in tight with tha coroner stacking seeds in the corridor
Plus I’m harder on the keys than hurricane season in Florida
I test your function stress your junction cause your less than nothin
If these emcee’s ain’t *****es then these dudes need a breast reduction
Sgt. Hartman:
Is that the best you got?! Were you born worthless, or did you have to work at it?!
I bet you're the kind of guy that would fu** a person in the ass,
and not even have the god damned common courtesy to give him a reach around.
You better get your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a giant sh** on you!
Wordsmyth:
I’m cold and callus, can’t mold tha crown or even hold my chalice
I fold these clowns, cause I’m bold and malice
With a flow that’s balanced, let em’ know my talents
When I bomb their stronghold and then blow their palace
Better hold your challenge, know your status and seek protection
cause I speak with perfection just to teach you a lesson,
Word’ll eat through your flesh then like a lethal injection
What these people expectin me to cross over like a Mexican?!
When I’m twice as nice on a mic as I am text messagin?!
Peeps need to guess again cause I’m one of the best to send
Text through a modem leaving them consoling there ****ing next of kin
Sgt. Hartman:
I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you, you can come over to my house and fu** my sister.