Hooks vs Spems

[trap.]

04-01-2002

spems' spits

ey yo hooks, straight up "urine" a piss poor position~battlin spems~left mature~without the M's~ how then?~ am i throwin hooks "at ure" teeth, outta reach~ with ur front row missin?//
got ur attention yet~ i wreck~ vets~ so listen..!~im the "hero in"
this thread~ hooks withdrawled~ from "heroin" in kurt cobain systems when hes dead..!//
ur consistancy~ just a myth to me~ couldnt stand up to me~ check the math~like lutentient dan~ ur only 1/2 of me...//
im sorry its absaurd to know~yo~ i heard its true..!~ ur gay~ the only way~ you up shit crick is if ur dick was a canoe..!//
my balls left blue~you teethless with gums soft~ hooks loss~ the only way you could " beat me" is if i took my belt off..!//
i "red" ur verse, it hurts~u should "white" it out' cause it "blue"~ altho you wonder how "cum" lines are played~ hold still let me finish~ill show u how their made~ open ur mouth again i'll put the answer on ur face..!//
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Hooks spits...

Yo stop ya speech, should of never stepped to battle me, I out do ya reach~yur words-in use are a disturbin excuse when ya try to punch you only fall foul of committin a breach//
I spit bleach so you can see ya true colors~on tha computer, I cut short ya pride wit sly words sharp-n defined, my skills neuter//
A self-booter (ass kick) thats typin like a hacker~break-in ya jaw wit ‘keyed’ paws to update the primal, and you still think yur a factor!?//
I rock to shock, leavin you wit no smile cuz ya miss-teethin and face is left wit ‘2 kNOTs‘, you looking like a ‘double negative‘, man, my punches are repetitive//
Shoulda listened to yur conscience but I knocked out ya meditative thoughts~must be 110lbs wit soaked clothes, cuz the only weight yur bringin is the dead fraught//
Get ‘caught’ cuz you juss a ‘net‘-see~by the end I’ll have you get on yur own ‘wick’ like a pet ‘peeve‘~looking like a ‘Presley’ when ya getting dragged and turned, have you sayin, “my side-burns!”//
You aint self assured, its evident theres no cure~how I know? prolly by the verse you will refer~that shows how ya pass-out by bein 'timid' as if you were 'faint-hearted'~I actually feel dumb talkin to the dearly departed//
The only verse you can ‘dish out’ is juss ‘waitin’ to be layed out on tha table~servin yo ass witout hesitatin to enable, then feastin on a low in phat MC, juss reading the print on yo label//