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trap. · 01-28-2013, 12:56 AM

01-16-2002

Alex Spit:

I murder this Weapon without a lethal reaction…Grown man in love wit a figure of action…(action figure) X cant rhyme if his alias was dyme(Tyson) but AL is the king of text…My rhymes are a wrestlers muscles made for me to flex…X couldn’t spit hotness if his mouth was burning while I put my cock in it and start it turning…My rhymes like an English class there for learning and your ass is for making $$ so how much u earning…X lacks audio and text u cant make a dissent track…facing me well u need to step back, grown man beefin on the net and screamin he will kill so u need to layback…(lmao yesterday wit illegal)

This feels funny mom told me not to pick on senior citizens but oh well…these pieces of old meat for sell… I dare u to step to my talent a level you nowhere near…Your life is like a soap opera makes me cause a tear while I spit your life shock wit fear…

:-:U scream left and right but fuck your army your punches are weak and guess what they cant harm me:-:
:-: I'm tryin to pull killahblade out your ass he so far up hes cumin out your lips…I cause more summersaults then a Philippino does flips :-:

(in 8 minutes)

weapon X spit:

I got kids comin out the woodwork just to scream my name - bullets shatter skulls and brains...u'll never dream the same//

who the hell is Alex: come and try and test the don - searching for a prayer in ancient writs and old Korans//
stalking shadows since the age of bronze: prepare to battle with the demon - who's sword will slash your stomach lining and leave ur organs steaming//
no u r not dreaming: blood smears the mouth of X the cannibal - peeling back ur wig like having dinner dates with Hannibal//
trained in war like tactics - i make this kid "dash" from the "boards" like decorative apostles - and leak acidic curses from my jurassic tonsils//
leave this kid in fossils: found my ****** a decade later - his tombstone silently replies here lies another hater//
my punches thet leave craters: someone has moonwalked on your grill - u could climb mountains in New York but this "cat" still has no "skills"//so in the end this asshole aint tellin shit - liek rain in farmers patches I just left ur melon wet...............

(in 12 minutes - but what can I say yall know Im at work)

01-28-2013, 12:56 AM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Weapon X vs Alex 01-16-2002 Alex Spit: I murder this Weapon without a lethal reaction…Grown man in love wit a figure of action…(action figure) X cant rhyme if his alias was dyme(Tyson) but AL is the king of text…My rhymes are a wrestlers muscles made for me to flex…X couldn’t spit hotness if his mouth was burning while I put my cock in it and start it turning…My rhymes like an English class there for learning and your ass is for making $$ so how much u earning…X lacks audio and text u cant make a dissent track…facing me well u need to step back, grown man beefin on the net and screamin he will kill so u need to layback…(lmao yesterday wit illegal) This feels funny mom told me not to pick on senior citizens but oh well…these pieces of old meat for sell… I dare u to step to my talent a level you nowhere near…Your life is like a soap opera makes me cause a tear while I spit your life shock wit fear… :-:U scream left and right but fuck your army your punches are weak and guess what they cant harm me:-: :-: I'm tryin to pull killahblade out your ass he so far up hes cumin out your lips…I cause more summersaults then a Philippino does flips :-: (in 8 minutes) weapon X spit: I got kids comin out the woodwork just to scream my name - bullets shatter skulls and brains...u'll never dream the same// who the hell is Alex: come and try and test the don - searching for a prayer in ancient writs and old Korans// stalking shadows since the age of bronze: prepare to battle with the demon - who's sword will slash your stomach lining and leave ur organs steaming// no u r not dreaming: blood smears the mouth of X the cannibal - peeling back ur wig like having dinner dates with Hannibal// trained in war like tactics - i make this kid "dash" from the "boards" like decorative apostles - and leak acidic curses from my jurassic tonsils// leave this kid in fossils: found my ****** a decade later - his tombstone silently replies here lies another hater// my punches thet leave craters: someone has moonwalked on your grill - u could climb mountains in New York but this "cat" still has no "skills"//so in the end this asshole aint tellin shit - liek rain in farmers patches I just left ur melon wet............... (in 12 minutes - but what can I say yall know Im at work)