theman080
10-11-07, 08:12 PM
Should be...
Blamin the crop, aim & pop, faces will rot
Still they flood in miscellaneous flops
Basically been maimed on the spot
Flow Blazer makes ya savior get shot
Shave his gwop then i skate from the cops
Demonic making I'm not, still I'm takin ya props
Craft a creed, master-key, see the game is in lock
Wit my desciples and acolytes
Even foes act alike, increase the prose
Until the heaters blow past ya life
Feast on ho's, seems to be a beast I'm told
Even skeptics will accept it when they peep my scrolls
Its Hell On Earth *****, accept the pleasure
Of me beltin the first pitch, adjusted my flow
Now I dwell in a cursed ditch, suckers get chrome
Cuz I can tell that ya words miss, I war-map flames
While ya thinkin my turns slip cuz the format changed
See these writers who turn *****, they never evolve
I'm a six-shooter who spits truer, so forever I'm raw
Kill a cat in less then three, son'll never revolve
See these rookies actin pushy while a veteran crawls
I'm still ****tin on you so bad I'll be dead in a stall
Dont you get it dog, forget a brawl, I'm better then yall
It aint fiction these dames sweat
I'm ****in *****es that CAME wet
Its just I'm itchin wit this diction
So official it maims vets
You pickin the game yet, if you think that I'm slippin
Its cuz this persistent insistance of depicting the same death
In a minute ya grave's set, an imminent drop off
Apocalypse now wit towers snapped
I scissored the tops off...
While poppin up clowns and coward sets
As empowered as marriage gets
Me & Death, the foulest yet
We never would front...you know its the same
Holdin flames thats foldin ya frames
Keep the crown, I ether towns
Til pandemonium reigns
I'm soley insane, aint sharin madness
Thats controllin my brain
Just craft a barren land where the vultures is slain
Blamin the crop, aim & pop, faces will rot
Still they flood in miscellaneous flops
Basically been maimed on the spot
Flow Blazer makes ya savior get shot
Shave his gwop then i skate from the cops
Demonic making I'm not, still I'm takin ya props
Craft a creed, master-key, see the game is in lock
Wit my desciples and acolytes
Even foes act alike, increase the prose
Until the heaters blow past ya life
Feast on ho's, seems to be a beast I'm told
Even skeptics will accept it when they peep my scrolls
Its Hell On Earth *****, accept the pleasure
Of me beltin the first pitch, adjusted my flow
Now I dwell in a cursed ditch, suckers get chrome
Cuz I can tell that ya words miss, I war-map flames
While ya thinkin my turns slip cuz the format changed
See these writers who turn *****, they never evolve
I'm a six-shooter who spits truer, so forever I'm raw
Kill a cat in less then three, son'll never revolve
See these rookies actin pushy while a veteran crawls
I'm still ****tin on you so bad I'll be dead in a stall
Dont you get it dog, forget a brawl, I'm better then yall
It aint fiction these dames sweat
I'm ****in *****es that CAME wet
Its just I'm itchin wit this diction
So official it maims vets
You pickin the game yet, if you think that I'm slippin
Its cuz this persistent insistance of depicting the same death
In a minute ya grave's set, an imminent drop off
Apocalypse now wit towers snapped
I scissored the tops off...
While poppin up clowns and coward sets
As empowered as marriage gets
Me & Death, the foulest yet
We never would front...you know its the same
Holdin flames thats foldin ya frames
Keep the crown, I ether towns
Til pandemonium reigns
I'm soley insane, aint sharin madness
Thats controllin my brain
Just craft a barren land where the vultures is slain