[trap.]

01-31-2002


amarushakur:

send your mother my best wishes, even tho her pussy smelled of fishes/her vicious fits of kisses every time tasted delicious//she looked kind of italien, she must dig the pasta food/but when she tallied money i figured she was a prostitute//i liked the way she was mild, yet wild once i got'er riled/but she filed for a harassment trial which is why i gotta fuck up her child//this is the reason for this treason causin bleedin insteada ya breathin/by the time i'm done, her son (you) will even be believin//for your protection of your section i suggest you grab a shotty/unless you kamikaze you're gonna have a chalk outline ya body//jon gotti nor karate can protect you, nor ya mommy/so go and fuckin kill yourself to end your shittin in the potty


timevirus (aka immortal):

my precision's surgical, purging amaru & hangin him vertical..../
in your head like vertigo, these cuts dissect your virgin soul.../
you're already dead like pac, except you "wannabe" legendary.../
these invincible hits are residual, you'll feel them well after february.../
it's hella scary, i'm that nutty professor bound to school this fairy.../
this is my first battle with a retard who thinks his drool is deadly!!.../
it's cool to sweat me & threaten me, but prepare to be more than ripped.../
battling immortal's like solitary russian roulette with a loaded clip.../
cuz hoes get split like schizophrenics with multiple personalities.../
if pac found out you reppin him, his skeleton would weep the tragedy!!.../