theman080
11-10-05, 11:51 PM
gr0ss
theman080
My flow ignites flames to slice lames, fa sho its a fix//
End trife games and ya mic claims wit gross in the mix
we damagin' cowards....me & theman of the hour....animal power devour....*****, i promise you don't wannit....demonically demolish, my esophagus blows shotties, until your sarcophagus holds bodies....so show hommage, i'm so sorry....most y'alls basic rap....game is whack....but realise me and theman ain't the cats...to be blamed for that....
take it back we attack rap replace your act/face the facts for your toes ribs and face is cracked// we make the tracks, lopsided shocking sprees there is no stopping these// yacht salesmen of rap the way we showboat constantly you flow both awkwardly and ****ty at times while we hitting wit rhymes dimwitting your minds...
& ain't **** funny....when I say my sickening rhyme, splitting ya sides.....vicious with mines....i'm gittin you high, as if you was...sniffin my lines....gun to my foes peep-holes...when I knock, better lock the door....you never know what's in store....I'll shoot you ****** in ya adam's apple & rock ya core....I'mma BOSS fa sure....when I've cocked the sawn.....off, you whores....will go potty in baby-gap boxershorts....this olympian lyricist flaming-tracks...like he dropped the torch.
box through force, lyrically shine game from speakers maim the weaker spittin wit the mindframe of ether// Rot bums with cocked guns, significant shyt, shotguns drop tons the ammunition is sick// we listin the hits, but ya scrolls is thin, old and trimmed while we explode again// through rarities you bless never exceed our best, we stress and test reps wit guaranteed success//
I'm a machine of death...freeze ya flesh....I'm diseased wit' text...believe there's no1 this raw....please don't step...you may aswell be askin Damo'cles to let....go of the sword...
real talk for sure...we martyr folks and darken tone horoscopes// we hopscotch the hotspots we hotshots that rockspots get it, we let it set in before your eardrums deafen you'll hear sum mention 080 fell of// well them foes cant talk cuz theres none 080 cant off
Sorry bout that set up, didnt write it here, had to paste it, jus sum keystylin me and gr0ss were kickin back and forth, the real collabo is in the works...
:king:
theman080
My flow ignites flames to slice lames, fa sho its a fix//
End trife games and ya mic claims wit gross in the mix
we damagin' cowards....me & theman of the hour....animal power devour....*****, i promise you don't wannit....demonically demolish, my esophagus blows shotties, until your sarcophagus holds bodies....so show hommage, i'm so sorry....most y'alls basic rap....game is whack....but realise me and theman ain't the cats...to be blamed for that....
take it back we attack rap replace your act/face the facts for your toes ribs and face is cracked// we make the tracks, lopsided shocking sprees there is no stopping these// yacht salesmen of rap the way we showboat constantly you flow both awkwardly and ****ty at times while we hitting wit rhymes dimwitting your minds...
& ain't **** funny....when I say my sickening rhyme, splitting ya sides.....vicious with mines....i'm gittin you high, as if you was...sniffin my lines....gun to my foes peep-holes...when I knock, better lock the door....you never know what's in store....I'll shoot you ****** in ya adam's apple & rock ya core....I'mma BOSS fa sure....when I've cocked the sawn.....off, you whores....will go potty in baby-gap boxershorts....this olympian lyricist flaming-tracks...like he dropped the torch.
box through force, lyrically shine game from speakers maim the weaker spittin wit the mindframe of ether// Rot bums with cocked guns, significant shyt, shotguns drop tons the ammunition is sick// we listin the hits, but ya scrolls is thin, old and trimmed while we explode again// through rarities you bless never exceed our best, we stress and test reps wit guaranteed success//
I'm a machine of death...freeze ya flesh....I'm diseased wit' text...believe there's no1 this raw....please don't step...you may aswell be askin Damo'cles to let....go of the sword...
real talk for sure...we martyr folks and darken tone horoscopes// we hopscotch the hotspots we hotshots that rockspots get it, we let it set in before your eardrums deafen you'll hear sum mention 080 fell of// well them foes cant talk cuz theres none 080 cant off
Sorry bout that set up, didnt write it here, had to paste it, jus sum keystylin me and gr0ss were kickin back and forth, the real collabo is in the works...
:king: