01-31-2002
Richard Corey (
http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=6)
yo,
yo,
Lil' tigger? Bitch! You might as well be named Little cunt
I leave fickle punks, gunned up, their bones blown to brittle chunks
I bleed bastards like leaches, breachin' their souls inner reaches
Spells seethin', I'll leave you "holdin' more shells" than beaches
I'm the most rambunctous heathin' relievin' you of bodily functions
You're probably a punk b*tch, hiding penises inside of his lunches
Armor piercing lyrics plunges his stomach where his vest contracts
You "suck" so much, I'm just waiting to see your chest collapse
Your neck retracts, snaps back and rests on the head of your ass!
I see you're bones through the bandages, I know you "wrap" better than that!!
Lil' tig, I hate these lil' mothaf*ckas, nothin' but lil' cocksuckas
lil' obstructions, I'm Mos Def a Black Star, causin' a lil' Rawkus
You'll get blasted faster than racist radio show announcers
Pound-ed with 16 ounces of funk, you're not "crossin' my lines" like bouncers!
I grilled chunks of your flesh and chill the rest in congealed blood
You pack crowds like impotent orgies: nobody "feels sh*t" and refuses to "cum"!
Nah, that ain't the end, watch me break and bend his frame and limbs
until the shape-he's-in makes people think he's got two guys rapin' him!
Have his face facin' his shins and placed in a contorted karate stance
scorch ya potty pants, can't see me, point a gun at you and "shot me a glance"
Tig (
http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=5544)
Im goin in to battle its like startin World War 3/
Guns, Bannets, swords emenies aimin for me/
Leader of the North is General RC/
Tryin to lead his troops to victory/
I got landmines,gernades set all over the battlefield/
Make u think twice b4 enterin u better hear my yield/
I got my guns cocked locked ready and loaded/
Prepare for a bloodbath dont make urself bloated/
I killin of ur troops 1 by 1/
Sneak into ur camp kidnapp ur wife and son/
I left a note next to ur Battlin For Dumbies Book/
Turn ur ego into jelly like the little red gummies/
I know bout ur homo sex inside ur weapon tent/
Only weapon u use is ur dick inside George Brent/
Im leavin scared for ur life u need counsler to solve-em/
Take u down ur self esteem 3 levels by disolving-em/
Send ur troops through gunshots to there chest and head/
U a scared pussy that y u scared in yo bed/
Ur unfit to be a leader/
To me a a gay fag cock beater/
Im gonna capture u and stick in a a cage/
My troops look and laugh at u while we take out ur rage/
Killed ur wife in kid/
So dramatic u need two clothes pins for ur eye lids/