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Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,870
Battle Record: 4-3
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04-12-2002
JDP SPIT: aight I come equiped with enough hits to make Mike tyson bruise. press shift, and swing left, connect direct, and ur bound to lose. voice getting raspy, nasty how u can't breath, pressure building. I'm heartless lost mine, and now I ryhmes witout feelings... you like a bug to get squashed, dirt under the timbs. like shit in toilet, and mud between the lines in the rims. you ever wonder why ur girl pussy don't feel as small. I had her legs touching her ears, crying against the wall. I fucked her, and left on the stoop where your door at. she stole for me, now there a plastic bag where ur door sat. my flow are so cold, that your eyes get stuck to the screen. so much shit in ur eye, it's no suprise u seen green. that's I swith the ryhmescheme. I fast wit it, u come sad wit shit. I pull a trash (bag) over ur head,and make u come (glad) wit it. I've kilt u already, had it locked straigt, and simple that's why my dick was on ur girls lips like a extra dimple she blew me like a windy day in chicago by the beach. she ain't a trackstar but she still be running in the streets. hope u ain't think u had this battle locked,cuase I'm got the keys. profit for me, but u robbing the mice is the only way u get cheese. iI come in take, all of ya pride, and all ya hope, leave nothing left. I even snatch the ears off ya, so u'll really be so so deaf. I ain't Ja rule, but I still murda ya ass on the mic. have ur girl cut ur shit off, and u ain't Nas, but u still want 1 dyke. ryhmes scheme,esy to swallow like ice cream, but u got choked on nigga got cooked in the oven, so he's easy to roast on. Nigga get scooped like sidewalkd dog shit. u already famous on MTV for sucking Andy's dick.(Andy Dick) I'm out.... SCORPION SPIT your ignorance, way beyond the measure of mankind you said you macking hoes, but all know, mack u cant define/ da scientific master of word thought composition, i wrote this to leave you found on the road dead, you rymes lack focus/ come on, i'll shatter all ya hopes,an shatter all ya wrote leave you beat bloody and broke, JDP? just dont post/ you aspire for a battle, and in jest I approach and extinguish, escort ya back, cause my blasts always roast/ poetically prosperus reign forever, till the end of the stars while JDP cant even contemplate the makin of bars/ i could on for days squared, about this current affair your paragraph prove your fear, the wackest shit this year!/ first you spelled cause wrong, pay attention in the lessons stay awake, take notes, bring a recorder, ask qeustions/ you speak of numerous keys, im sorry but, NEGRO PLEASE? only cheese in ya life is american single wrapped slices/ and then you disrespect NAS like you comprehend the god all my sevens bring terror from the heavens on your squad/ think you ill? thats what you make me when you lyrically berrate me, or try, the sungod blazing on you raisin, watch you shrivel and die/ the lyrically proficient nullify, terrify, cause homicide i need some coleslaw and ketchup yo, this fish got fried/ |
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