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Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,870
Battle Record: 4-3
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03-26-2002
Vurtue (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=11560) aight 2o lines, first to 5 votes, no crew or dickryder votes get at this as soon as you can Rich, peace. I been tighter since birth, I write & disperse violence in verse/ Then frighten this herb to fly off the Earth, Rich skydive in reverse/ I hear ya pulse poundin like bass drums off the fear effect/ steel hammer crack ya faceplate, and make ya ears connect/ Richard Corey's words are just pitiful, flamed like German dirigibles/ Vurtue spit a spark at ya Hindenburg & burn up ya lyricals/ witness the excellence with which I cause physical severances/ Buddhist belief, Rich, you're below insects on rebirth preferences/ you ain't half as phat as me, when I step the concrete cracks beneath/ battle me? you must be dense, mental marred with Jupiter gravity/ I'm swingin on RC like tha Braves, make ya cypha days die away/ when I strike tha ya lines display all types of fright, dismay/ cuz I'm too strong, come to the fork in the road, it's two pronged/ if I'm not on the left, then don't make a right, like two wrongs/ cuz I move on your Knights in the Dark like four hundred horseman/ thunderous forces, post-death punish corpses, crumble portions/ tons of tortorous actions bizarre, lyrics straight fracture ya jaw/ do damage more raw than Damon Dash when he clashes with Star/ Rich battered & scarred, blinded when I flash these remarks/ that shine like the absence of dark, the most accurate darts/ stabbin ya heart, as I sit and watch your wackness in awe/ Rich I tried to pass you the mic, but it drew back in my arm like Logan's retractable claws/ ...DEATH! Richard Corey (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=6) check it Casually collecting casalties of war of cats who battle me Graphically blow holes in ya Matrix, expose your Vurtue-al reality A sadist with a make-shift nuclear war head, aimed at military bases shootin' this hoar dead! Melt his ugly ass, give him a "phase lift"! I've never been a vurtuous man, it's hard when these murderous hands stick d*cks down ya girls throat so far that her cervix expands! I'm the marksman, markin' Marxists. Hurry up, why you "stalin'"? Uppercut you so hard in the air, you look up and think the sky is fallin! Leave your eyes crawlin with maggots, lice and mite infected mice You keep spitting "crap", maybe you should practice on "blowin' these dice" My styles uncircumsized, like critics you go down on "Boys in the Hood" Suckin' for "dough, boy" Still no "Ice in ya veins." My poison is good! Exploiting the wood in a forrest to form a sheet of paper so thin Laceratin ya skin from your face to ya chin and back up I clap cunts, like I sat up front of a strip club spitting clamidia lifting ya ribbing up and lung sacks, I pump gats to get rid of ya! Rip this b*tch like abortion, blood evaporates out his little veins Ric-hard Core-y, mothaf*cka! HARD CORE IS MY MIDDLE NAME!!! Lrycally, I'm always "busting lead" f*ck it, I cum steel so like a compromise with Mobb Deep, your death's a "Dun deal"! |
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