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Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,870
Battle Record: 4-3
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Scientz:
ya kidneys gone bad, from taking a look at the past when "u pee-in", the sight reminds u of nebs whoopin that ass im number 2 for the moment, n im stunning n sickening cuz scientz has the right to one, like a fucking opinion i dont fold for none, i respect that ya holding guns but tell me hows a 4 pound, stop a ••••• who rolls wit tons believe ya dreams, till ya hit wit the heater n weakening now u seeing pitch-black, like relievers in negro leagues transvestites stickin u up, gettin that cash flow they taking deal-dough, then shoving em inside his asshole u were destined to lose, ur dumb, n proving ya features im world class...n u got four in ya room, including the teacher ur retarted cuz ya mother played games, she dead wrong the bitch hopped skotch, to any liqour she gets her hands on when i mention ariz, i'll bet a buck u piss in ya dickies ever since u were catz food.....like whiskers n friskies the gayest thing, got a navel ring, eyebrows wit mocha trim but those studs in ya ear, r asking if u going home wit them fags must be the smartest, im telling u that they are cuz nobody "knows the deal"...unless mentioned in gay bars think this geek is amazing? tang'll get beat wit the stainless cracked his wig piece, but he just copped some more weave to replace it u'll get bucked down, n strapped to bricks, u better hush now then u'll leap into a bay...like lambeau players after touchdowns u winnings a fairy tale, but stop dressing in drag, niccuh deal's a cinderella story, that never returned the dress or glass slippers ya surrounded by flames, knives'll leave u shoutin in pain goin in ya memory bank, to open an account in my name if the votes go ur way, these fags just hating against me cuz i got the win mapped out, ur just navigating on instincts I.Deal: you inconsistent as fuck, & ya moms get popped n bruised ya whole style is hit’n miss… i guess you play by poppas rules ya not cockin tools, talks for fools.. cmon don’t play dawg we all know that raw scientz was created to obey laws and his verse is old shit.. big deal, he seen my stuff im cutting edge, he aint sharp enough to make PBA season cuts talkin like im a fag? that’s just you bullshittin selfishly i don’t know a homo joke… uve never introduced yourself to me you helpless, g.. I got that crack, and as honest can be i got ya fam so strung out, theres no room left for wet laundry you garbage, ya grammers retarded & that aint dope text i got a license to kill… you fuckin failed ya road test plus my weapons is large, so this n!gga destined for scars now you catchin a raw deal… and trust me, death’s in the cards you aint a hustla, it seem more like you on sleepin duty i mean scientz keep a couch to his back like a cleveland QB so watch ya hopes break fast.. youse a no name mannn this text shit is my bread and butter, while ya toast stay jammed uno dosay.. BLAM. game over, ••••• my game’s doper ill get you punch drunk.. ^ that was a set up for a hangover so if he talkin bout getting rich? sci’s a dumb man hopin, the only raise he eva caught was with low spf sun tan lotion u a bum, maad broke and - i’ll put holes in ya stained chest i mean, ya crowd already lettin out sighs & don’t know ya name yet ya spits are tame threats, n!gga this promise is so sincere i hit targets.. u knew of my aim way before talkin to ThaSinsEar you been queer.. frail ass bitch, I beat guys wit armor on i mean.. im know to muscle’ems.. like bean pies and ramadan so it’s a safe bet to say that solo isnt what you decided to do the real truth is, you like 'orange' n!gga.. aint nuthin rhymin wit you. |
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