[trap.]

02-24-2002


$cript$
ayo its the rap-narcesist thats about to rip apart-this-kid and char-his-ribs||
slap this false-artist-wit retarted-spits that'll have him bleedin n leaking with torn cartelidge||
dont know what my hardest-is?, watch how scripts throttles-n- swallows-u||
bullets follow-n-hollow-u,burn the wackness outta-you when i cremate ya molecules||
you supposed to be the dopest now ya frames swolle- n- broken,scripts known to dismantle||
illness?i opened-the-potion,homo dods colon-get poked-in,den his body's in flames like muhammad ali holdin a candle||
this fake-bitch get slayed-quick then i grab the 2 by4 n BATTER UP like CAKE-MIX||
you need to face-it my SPITS is ABOVE YOU like BULEMIC CATS IN SPACESHIPS||
face-it u need a replacement, i bet dodsley didnt know that scripts crush rhymes||
now the whole sites gonna be STARING at dods BODY BAG like HANNIBAL LECTER DURING LUNCHTIME!!||



Dod$
$cript$ fuck ya saxophone my rhymes straight breakin-bones
little girls moan, forcin' em to give ya a bj only way you'd be rapin-domes
Dods be throwin mobile phones cus my lyrics cause radiation
got no relations I killed ya fam and Da Storms you! - just a $cripts creation
need education ya know im phat and bring heat so how can ya doubt-I-expand
grab the mic from ya grip just to show things are gettin out-of-hand!
ya rhymes bland like Cucumber, vs played lines Dods straight about to kill-cats
$cript$ makin alias's to come-back but the fact is you 'aint movin' cus ya 'still'-wack
smack this Intermediate cat with attacks puttin this fake in danger
scripts ya animal, you aint the lyrical jesus just cus you were brought up in a manger...