[trap.]

02-05-2002

BPC:


I'm like anthrax the illest thing going-around a win is DEFinite but liked mute beats I aint showing-a sound
Take a seat facing me come on now im going to make taste defeat, u suck? yeah I make u taste your talent so your blowing-da ground
Spit a style so compound, lyrics got inner meaning harder to find the bin laden
In journey Troops gather coops of stone wishin they had the genie from Aladdin
To make your verse better so I shatter your text and rip-ya-words
Like a hair stylist I clip-ya-herbs run threw geeks so I zip-threw-nerds
Ino like porn mag your just to be watched cause u aint real, u a fake
Not even if your head was on my shoulder u wont get ahead of me so I shake the flake
U didn’t do your homework, cause u like an old man without viagra cant secure the show
Not even if u had current u couldn’t cure-ya-flow

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bpc, a Bitch Punk Cunt I beat easy the last three times he competed with me/
want me to post a link? you can read it, you'll see this kid speaks extremely weak!!/
I'm the kind of evil emcee that'll make a spectacle of this special ed kid till the whole crowde heckles you/
it'd be best to do some extra sexual favors for the voters so they still vote for me but afterwards the won't mess with you/
I eat double D batteries to become electrifyin and the next thing you know your in a medical bed just dyin/
even if I shoved this mistake in ya cake whole till you ate it you couldn't RECTIFY it/
ya head gets ironed and flattened when my rappin cantact with this faggot/
and if I see any one of ya limbs I'm gonna grab it, crack it then beat ya ass with it/
if you was my teacher in highschool and I got straight A's you couldn't pass the I/
deman? we should call you DJ BITCH the way you scratch and bite/