[trap.]

01-02-2002

YzeOne Spits----------


Create some kids…
And leave pot on the table to raise em wit…
Chasin dick…
Like Lorana Bobbit starrin in Jason flicks//
Cause $cript$ only gets down-time when he's coke infected…
You ‘choke when you get to cloud nine’, like sittin in smokin sections//
Spoken text is nexus to clauses in ya prime…
If you came to play, then best this, quit pausin all the time//
Yo, I’m vexed wit bein versus a lost herb, just makin labor trouble…
Dyslexic…
Ya cross words like newspaper puzzles//
I wreck this in rape or muzzle...
I’m laughin madd, you the pick of the lutz….
You tappin ass? Na, just flickin cigarette butts//

i'm out

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$cript$ spits-------


ayo ill slap this bastards spits and slash his tits becuz im deadly and hazardous/
battlin wise, im like 'wet charcoal', cuz wiz 'couldnt possibly match this'/
my tactics hit cats so sit back and watch me rip raps/
now wiz seein the light like openin fridges in pitch black/
splatter ya gall bladder jus to prove that ya nothin but a faggot rapper/
wit raps? im not used to hearin boos like bein roomates wit casper/
But once, enough is said ill be quick ta toss-ya-ribs/
While ya girls glossed-lips 'touch more knobs' then bad 'foster-kids'/
im offin wiz,You just an imposter-biitch, amazed at what truth will teach-us/
Now the bitch in you's exposed like transvestites on nudist beaches/