[trap.]

01-15-2005

Friday Black

you're dead chump; cats see infra red dots when I'm fed up
& I ain't Pac, but when I pop, you'll have to Pick Ya Head Up/
but fuck computer threats man, I'll bet my last damn dolla
u'll get suplex'd so hard it'll make the "Planet Rock" like Bambata/
lyrically sqeezin ghats to cook ya flesh up like EZ-MaC
and just justify it as "holy war", cuz you probably believe in that/
if you didn't know, dude's all offended over my God rhyme
but I never met a religious hater who's creator lives online/
diss pussy follows Allah's advice and jus start sayin' shit
but it's easy to murk your kind...jus force feed 'em bacon bits/
now this Young Buck's 'Taking Hits' and breakin his frail face
cuz I imprison rappers and put 'em behind my bars like jail bait/
the 3-8 clap'll push ya brain back, shots splash in ya wave cap
& dawg, if this isn't the God flow...why is it that Mase came back/

...and I'm half sleep

ezmc

i checked the nerd's hobbies on his xanga profile, & despite the dumbshit
I aint seen I browse on the net that much, since Azs site was published
audios the best, netcees suck, put that at rest
cuz we all know ya sigs just a 3 line reason why ya ass is wack at text
hanging wit ya fairy friends, you're cursed with ya spittin'
it's funny ya best pal's Reed, n that's also something no one does to ya writtens
and if you think this kids good? You got foul taste
cuz the only place I seen Black shine, is on ex-kals face
this faggots loves his boyfriend, and I aint tryna stop his vision
but Fri hangs with a Bender enuff,
ta make the writers of Futurama sue for plot infringement
ya verses are tight shit? Dawg aint nobody like you
the only Friday I seen with comical lines, stars chris tucker & ice cube
u beating me in a battle? Youll fumble, wack shit
& to win ull have to fight a struggle, malcolm & huey wud have trouble matchin

good bye.