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Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,870
Battle Record: 4-3
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Name: Himself, Self, Ectetera, Lodgikal
Crews: Where: Miami, FL Repped: RM, UPN vs Toil You look like a black British tourist...the type i go rob Hows Krusty the Clown? You Jamaican Sideshow Bob Dude's black with a mop top, got hair like gummy worms Why you look like Mario Van Peebles with a crummy perm? Your a thumb with a mouth...hairline up like 10 floors Ya forehead stops ya hair and eyebrows Civil War This Jean Claude imposter, makes rastas be disgraced That aint a goatee, his 'stache trying ta runaway Smoke me? Silly Toilet couldnt toke enough Show love, its the founder of Milli Vanilli kareoke club This cat Toil is rippin it, bein a beast in the booth But thats expected shit, when ur a British Sabretooth Cuz Toil hunts fish, wit no worms on his pole Just sports a wetsuit and dumps his head in the bowl Toil's fake Vanilli face is forever outta shape His speedbump chin makes like half his body weight A black gumby, all ya raps crumby...the kind u waste Chin Hair? Next time you rhyme, shave...wipin ya face When you walk by a barber, the guy's neck will snap Like "thats what Toadstool had under the mushroom cap" A dirty white kid, not bathin till next April Couldnt get an Encore, even if u could afford cable Your only filler for the board, i'll make you filler for a morgue His head's a landfill for still-born Umbillical cords My rap's anticipated, even your pulse is waiting Paperclip guy on-screen sayin "damn, Arnold and Predator mated" Cuz Toil's a limburger case wit a cheese of disgrace And his mom feels guilty when a smile's on his face vs DVS Ya style's nothin hot, it's 10 words and 30 dots You thought it'd be ill to give a verse the chicken pox You the feminine side of Lotto from 8 mile That copy and pastes his face onto scenes from X-Files You think brothers like you cause you rep the race? When all they wanna do is fry chicken on ya butter face Ya face aint got features, you're a black potato thing Actin fly cause ya lips are damaged angel wings Convinced your mustache aint down to snitch When ya lips defect and make they own governments Dont pretend ya light could even turn up more Your hairline, starts somewhere behind the freezer door Beggin me not to say how ya gear need work I seen washing machines...wit APB's on your t-shirt Shadows ya only friends and you invite them over It's Coco B. Ware wit a pet shadow on his shoulder Nigga broke into a crib took a pic and dipped fast When Hanes start makin Kuta Kente throwbacks? See we both black folks...but total opposite You picked the cotton for that shirt and forgot washin it Plus ya mama been a trick of the whole slave trade Im ashamed, Im against Aunt Jemima wit a low-fade Nah, I apologize, what am I doing? I loved you in ya part as 'trustee' in the Life movie You beefed wit Wesley ever since he made 57 Inhalin all that BBQ has got ya nose meltin Kid's stuck in a dream where he aint gone win Beatin me's a higher feat than climbing KHZ chin If it took VaKill, to topple to Resin I'll get Another Bad Creation to stop yo presence Shave ya eyebrows...you could stunt double as a penis Ya agent's gonna mail me and ask me if I mean it |
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