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06-01-2002
wisefool (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=2380) You see this style is like new~lugs, I normally guzzle two~mugs, before assorting communily to do~drugs until it makes fake MCs like you throw up with a bad case of mic thrush as if you had a flu~bug i'm worth two-smugs, rugged, messy, unshaven thugs who only show~love when I come to give my crew~hugs $harp, better regain your mosh~pit, back in sunny Luton, or either get the cops~quick cos you about to get drop~kicked, and "why not?" cos u have to tell me to stop~it I got~cliques, that'll make crews rock~shit, shooting fire~rockets through your fibre~optics leaving your whole EK family with some hot~shit that'll make your knots~split (luton=he is from Luton in England) (why not=above his avatar) (EK=Eternal Knowledge, his crew) this is the cold~season wisefool will leave $hootas dead and severed for little to no~reason i am always sure to squeeze~first, that’s what makes me a demon, I breath~dirt Drama tends to follow~me but that’s what makes ur girl enjoy to swallow~me Until she finds out that it was you to whom I gave that lobot~omy, cos it was so close to ur arteries ur rhymes are fuckin mockeries they like a failed attempt at carving pottery It’s no wonder that when u read this shit, the jealousy rises up and u attempt a shot~at~me $harp $hootah (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=13) God save the Queen... :::cue Superman music::: Sharp's rap's~diseased, the way they're dispatchin'~these wack~emcees... Wise's burned wit' blasts~of~heat, but i need a lighter 'coz you're 'no match'~for~me... so wit' mighty~blades i slice~ya~face, start pushin'~studs~in~ya~head... rip~this~dork wit'~pitch~forks, ya slumped over the keys gushin'~blood~from~ya~neck... strangled~an'~bruised, ya elbows angled~accute, Wise gets mangled,~abused... hacksawed~in~two, level of destruction remeniscent of when we dismantled~ya~crew...* my breath~enters ya ears, then wrecks~beggars, have Wise's head~severed... i use the 'right' spits, Wisefool's 'left' with a bullet hole 'dead~center'... i write Wise's obituary for thinkin' he's more~sick~than~me, i rip~through~cunts... see Sharp's spits crunch~steal, ya wackness is 'un~real', "Ill?~you,~son???** Sharp smacks~this wack~kid wit' massive drastic tactics and tennis rackets... axes, tragic madness, slash~his ass~wit' masses of shattered glass fragments... Kiss~my~ass,~bitch ya suffocated by sickning~gasses, Wise gets dipped~in~acid... Sharp rips~this~wack~kid, serve you faster than a half-cooked McChicken~sandwich... Sharp's raps stunnin'~this~foo', leave Wise dismembered, crushed~and~in~two... i bust~an'~hit~you, how can you claim illness wit' Mak Twist runnin'~ya~crew??? now Sharp's bruisin'~ya~back, 'coz like British Rail all you do is 'ruin~the~track'...*** Goddamn, Wise truly~is~wack, but still gets me more 'cross' than the Union~Jack... Wise, you can't compete when i spit~hits, flip~tricks in order to rip~dicks... I finish and Wise is limbless 'coz a my sick~diss, boy, you don't deserve to be English!!! *=either EK or The Collective(i was in both) took a dump allover the Vituperates. **=unreal--->Illusion(Ill?~you,~son???) ***=British Rail--> train company. recently criticised for bad track maintenance resulting in accidents. |
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