12-22-2001
Atomic Thoughtz (
http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=4210)
OK tell me what I bit...when was this...
Facin me is like a tantrum on a golf course, youre bound to Fore-Fit
My styles mor-bid, and Im disposin of you bitch, consider me whore-rid
Laugh at that... fell whore, lose battle on this board, an L's stored
Your like a 'midget prostitute' the way ya sell ya self short
Tyson ya style is “Mayan” the way you spit “ass-texts”
A.T got ya stock droppin like the recount in Florida did to the Nasdaqs
Gifted composin' is the forte of this Atomic Thoughtz wordsmith
Ya rhymes remind me of “wrapped parsley”, just a “herb's-gift”
These better hooks....send you into oblivion and me to the record books
Contestant shook....Gouge out your eyes and get a fresher second look
Tyson...I flex skills on mics like I’m spittin-pecs
Ty catch a beatin...Atomic leaves ya assed out like prison-sex
My fault for going over bar limit...If ya want me to delete'em i will...But it's only 2
tyson (
http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=95)
You was done in 7 minutes, huh? Aight kid...
got coffee 'glasses' to mug me... im clumsy.. always droppin a poem...
how come your names Atomic Thoughtz when I drop bombs off the top of the dome...?
Choppin ya bones .. til ya belly is sprayed through...
rockin the chrome... I 'call shots' like Babe Ruth on the celly with Berut...
Fade you... like scissors in a dream sequence, a top pleasure...
hopin ya suede the votes, like takin coats of soft leather...
floss? never... always spittin sick, dripped many odors...
i'll 'clog' ya bloodstream.. like tryna slit ya wrist with penny loafers...
run or don't... i got a christmas spirit.. rip ya sole as my missles load..
rippin vets... give you a kiss of death... got a mistle toe over the pistol hole...
this bitch gets stole... like the dog pound... spit large rounds and take ya health...
you the orthodonist with teeth as un-reliable as foster mamas... need to Brace ya self...