[trap.]

01-04-2002

doperhyma

If physists could vision this hope your not part of rap populations//
ur rhymes are like a pussy they’d give u penile “in-oculations”!//
Your rappin like shit and terds it’ll be completely dismissed//
Like backed-up commodes your reproducing last months feces and piss…//
your weakness in this, you lackin rap “elite-ness” in your diss//
you frequently miss, heat seakin’ speakers, competin me end up pissed!!//
rappers must be experienced to battle are you even of spittin’ age!?//
irrelavent rage, your rhymin in the 1st development stage//
I’m rappadictorion deserve a phat golden plaque//
Kodak couldn’t focus or holdback my expressions of your wak spoken rap!//
You've repeatedly-molested my brain's entire dexterity//
Unbareably, I’ve watched you handle this rap game so carelessly//
embarrass me? Your fantasy, won’t try to hard cuz I’m fair//
cuz when I spit full potential its like a vicious melicious nightmare//
if bad rappin was made illegal you’d be arrested on the spot//
if my words resembled bullets, undoubtedly, you’d be shot!//
your pesterin this veteran stop fuckin around’n festerin//
cuttin with blades and left one-button on your flannel like a Mexican//
in Spanish I figure, “yo necesito” to be stopped//
enchantin this nigga, you faggot, pickup your jaw it just dropped//


Twist

first time on ******.com/but i still got my rhymes locked on/
im startin wait 4 my final bomb/itll make Goerge Bush look like hes playin it calm/ im from T dot home of vince/and im hard to bring down like roman tents/so b4 u frunt at yor home and think/
uz a bitch real fake and have cramps/cuz my bullets make u have more moves then save the last dance/ little fag wanna fight me u mad/shit ill press beef harder then i type on this pad/