Ecliptik
05-08-07, 04:46 PM
thaman080:
Stay In Line little man or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line cadet soldier or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra or get (or get hit)
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra....
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra....
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra....
Ecliptik:
HAHA!!!!
THIS WHAT I BEEN WAITIN FOR!!!!
SH!T TO JUMP OFF TO MAKE A ***** JUMP OFF!!!!
I DON'T DO THAT HOMOSEXUEL SMILEY WIT THE GUN SH!T BOY!!!
*Let's Bully*
I'ma give em a good look.....ok, i'm ready..
To teach em a lesson, no need for his dictionary..
Ain't even rep the crew yet, and you think of us highly..
How you gonna be thaman....intimidate us with smilies?!..
I've peeped all ya battles, and to me they so-so..
Cause when others punchlines hit, yours just no-show..
But you SOHH top ten, and prolly the heart of SOHH..
Then again, this board is dead....so what do you know..(lol)
Take the ones you love most, and then torture em live..
Cause i'm no surgen when i'm workin and i'm jerkin at spines..
Takin whats yours and makin it mine..
Like ya past, present and future cause i'm takin ya life..
So you better remain clear, like the shocks when medics be..
Pumpin ya heart wit fierce joltz of electricity..
and savin you wit the lost hopes and melodies..
Of angels singin immaculate where the drama be..
where the (where the) drama be..
where the (where the) drama be..
where the (where the) drama be..
Ok, i'm warmed up!
*beat change*
Time for thaman hunt to begin!
Adrenaline rush, anticipation runs through my blood..
Just to hunt thaman down, so i can fill him wit slugs..
Toss salt over his left shoulder then throw him Tha Black Burnah..
Wit 3 clips, a pair of nikes, and tell him in 10 it's all over..
Send the b!tch runnin, ain't use to duckin, needs coordination..
Only way i'd Stay In Line is a firing squad for ya subordination..
*hears scattering through bushes*
100 miles and sniffin his tracks, i recognize his stench..
This nas wannabe prolly cryin in a trench..
Hear 9 shots poppin off, this fuccer shot me in the ear..
Blast off the double barrel 12 gage to show him fear..
He dumpin off clips as if his worthless life depended on it..
But he just hittin trees like red and meth were marathonin..
Ran up on him, but he tom cruised it, gun in my face..
Closed my eyes as he pulled back....just air in it's place..
Smiled and laughed, pointed down and popped his knee cap, now beg..
Forgot it was the 12 gage and took off his whole leg..
Pulled out the 9 milli, check this b!tch be hot..
Cause it even rock a tube top to silence the pop..
Place the nose on his forehead, "now any last words?"..
He screamed "PLEASE DON'T KI..." *BANG*
Damn, My bad....Got trigger happy....
HAHAHAHA!!!!
Maybe I'll Finish Next Time!!!
HAHAAAAAAA!!!!
Stay In Line little man or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line cadet soldier or get (or get) hit
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra or get (or get hit)
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra....
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra....
Stay In Line Cosa Nostra....
Ecliptik:
HAHA!!!!
THIS WHAT I BEEN WAITIN FOR!!!!
SH!T TO JUMP OFF TO MAKE A ***** JUMP OFF!!!!
I DON'T DO THAT HOMOSEXUEL SMILEY WIT THE GUN SH!T BOY!!!
*Let's Bully*
I'ma give em a good look.....ok, i'm ready..
To teach em a lesson, no need for his dictionary..
Ain't even rep the crew yet, and you think of us highly..
How you gonna be thaman....intimidate us with smilies?!..
I've peeped all ya battles, and to me they so-so..
Cause when others punchlines hit, yours just no-show..
But you SOHH top ten, and prolly the heart of SOHH..
Then again, this board is dead....so what do you know..(lol)
Take the ones you love most, and then torture em live..
Cause i'm no surgen when i'm workin and i'm jerkin at spines..
Takin whats yours and makin it mine..
Like ya past, present and future cause i'm takin ya life..
So you better remain clear, like the shocks when medics be..
Pumpin ya heart wit fierce joltz of electricity..
and savin you wit the lost hopes and melodies..
Of angels singin immaculate where the drama be..
where the (where the) drama be..
where the (where the) drama be..
where the (where the) drama be..
Ok, i'm warmed up!
*beat change*
Time for thaman hunt to begin!
Adrenaline rush, anticipation runs through my blood..
Just to hunt thaman down, so i can fill him wit slugs..
Toss salt over his left shoulder then throw him Tha Black Burnah..
Wit 3 clips, a pair of nikes, and tell him in 10 it's all over..
Send the b!tch runnin, ain't use to duckin, needs coordination..
Only way i'd Stay In Line is a firing squad for ya subordination..
*hears scattering through bushes*
100 miles and sniffin his tracks, i recognize his stench..
This nas wannabe prolly cryin in a trench..
Hear 9 shots poppin off, this fuccer shot me in the ear..
Blast off the double barrel 12 gage to show him fear..
He dumpin off clips as if his worthless life depended on it..
But he just hittin trees like red and meth were marathonin..
Ran up on him, but he tom cruised it, gun in my face..
Closed my eyes as he pulled back....just air in it's place..
Smiled and laughed, pointed down and popped his knee cap, now beg..
Forgot it was the 12 gage and took off his whole leg..
Pulled out the 9 milli, check this b!tch be hot..
Cause it even rock a tube top to silence the pop..
Place the nose on his forehead, "now any last words?"..
He screamed "PLEASE DON'T KI..." *BANG*
Damn, My bad....Got trigger happy....
HAHAHAHA!!!!
Maybe I'll Finish Next Time!!!
HAHAAAAAAA!!!!