You can take the G outta swag, but not the swag out a G

Dank · 04-07-2023, 05:22 PM

I’ve been down to blast, you can ask about me,
but peep how they laugh when I have my town leave
you beatdown so fast that you cannot count teeth!
That is the be all or end all of your days
Youre sandwiched between the forces of nature
In the mist, pouring of rain
Got the world in my hands, you're just filling a gap
Holding it by its orbital base since start of beings
Youre a fork I'm a rake toiling in the garden of Eden
It started when Eve bit into the apple, so I took my rib back
found the mark of the beast was inscribed on my dick shaft.
Your bitch gargles my semen by the pint from a gin glass
‘cause it’s inarguably cheaper and nicer than SlimFast.
Lay you out flat like you're a gym mat!
Body dsymorphia got you shackled within
I'm gonna diss all of ya since you trapped in a bitch
Im the man up in this ring, Godlike with my head up in the clouds
I use marathons to sprint you're just running your mouth
You’re looking for clout!
I’m smart as TV’s, a genius but class fool,
failed half my degrees but I don’t need ‘em to act cool.
Pledged my heart to the streets – I might be needing it back soon
I’m armed to the teeth like bulimics in bathrooms.
We'll bring back Brood's entrance, arisen from smoke
You'll bleed blood baths too whilst drinking your own
Youll reap what you sow with your soul in repent
As Christians revolt and push you over the Edge
I’m over the edge like the end of a cliff,
you know where we’re headed and sense there’s a twist
in the road up head, but my retinas affixed
on the coldness of death in the empty abyss.
Here’s two reasons you’re catching L’s; our dual-schemings unparalleled and we’re supreme as a tag as well -
You’ll lose leaving you mad as hell with you needing a padded cell.
Opening new regions and a map of hell
Proof reading this with the man himself
Has you turning new leafs over in a carrousel
Don't ask for help,
This is Bruce Lee spitting words of wisdom
We learnt to win
In a circus which isnt no longer taming the tigers
You a murder vicim, now in the cage with a fighter
We burnt the bridges, you're just playing with fire
You might earn a living but I get paid by the client
You only work logistics, while I’m the major supplier.
I’ll turn your business model into a lady for hire
‘cause love burns to cinders in the flames of desire.
I’m changing attire like pitstops in Formula One
taking the drivers seat, fuck what those before me have done.
Tell these lazy ass writers that we call them front bums
clams and shaven vaginas — because all of ‘em CUNTS!
Got a bun in the oven and it made you a bitch
This pussy is done, as bitch-made as a simp
Hungry for lunch, go make me some dinner
Suffer a brush with death for claiming you sicker
Lets paint you a picture with the pull of a gun
You start blazing the triggers, I’ll be drawing first blood
There’s no framing a killer that’s torn his work up
I became a guerrilla artist, but only for the fur gloves.

Back to back with @MMLP

Sinnercog · 04-15-2023, 05:53 AM

Upping over PA shitposts

emcee squared · 04-21-2023, 05:22 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sinnercog

Upping over PA shitposts

Fuck you. He's dope. You do NOTHING. His new OMs are not shitposts.
They're keys you couldn't come close to if you wrote for 7 days.

LOL NICE VERSE HERE LARS

emcee squared · 05-15-2023, 06:03 PM

up for a fucking real writer real guy who now knows im a fucking peer idiots

04-07-2023, 05:22 PM	#1
Dank Member Join Date: Oct 2020 Posts: 90 Battle Record: 1-0 Rep Power: 2167889	You can take the G outta swag, but not the swag out a G I’ve been down to blast, you can ask about me, but peep how they laugh when I have my town leave you beatdown so fast that you cannot count teeth! That is the be all or end all of your days Youre sandwiched between the forces of nature In the mist, pouring of rain Got the world in my hands, you're just filling a gap Holding it by its orbital base since start of beings Youre a fork I'm a rake toiling in the garden of Eden It started when Eve bit into the apple, so I took my rib back found the mark of the beast was inscribed on my dick shaft. Your bitch gargles my semen by the pint from a gin glass ‘cause it’s inarguably cheaper and nicer than SlimFast. Lay you out flat like you're a gym mat! Body dsymorphia got you shackled within I'm gonna diss all of ya since you trapped in a bitch Im the man up in this ring, Godlike with my head up in the clouds I use marathons to sprint you're just running your mouth You’re looking for clout! I’m smart as TV’s, a genius but class fool, failed half my degrees but I don’t need ‘em to act cool. Pledged my heart to the streets – I might be needing it back soon I’m armed to the teeth like bulimics in bathrooms. We'll bring back Brood's entrance, arisen from smoke You'll bleed blood baths too whilst drinking your own Youll reap what you sow with your soul in repent As Christians revolt and push you over the Edge I’m over the edge like the end of a cliff, you know where we’re headed and sense there’s a twist in the road up head, but my retinas affixed on the coldness of death in the empty abyss. Here’s two reasons you’re catching L’s; our dual-schemings unparalleled and we’re supreme as a tag as well - You’ll lose leaving you mad as hell with you needing a padded cell. Opening new regions and a map of hell Proof reading this with the man himself Has you turning new leafs over in a carrousel Don't ask for help, This is Bruce Lee spitting words of wisdom We learnt to win In a circus which isnt no longer taming the tigers You a murder vicim, now in the cage with a fighter We burnt the bridges, you're just playing with fire You might earn a living but I get paid by the client You only work logistics, while I’m the major supplier. I’ll turn your business model into a lady for hire ‘cause love burns to cinders in the flames of desire. I’m changing attire like pitstops in Formula One taking the drivers seat, fuck what those before me have done. Tell these lazy ass writers that we call them front bums clams and shaven vaginas — because all of ‘em CUNTS! Got a bun in the oven and it made you a bitch This pussy is done, as bitch-made as a simp Hungry for lunch, go make me some dinner Suffer a brush with death for claiming you sicker Lets paint you a picture with the pull of a gun You start blazing the triggers, I’ll be drawing first blood There’s no framing a killer that’s torn his work up I became a guerrilla artist, but only for the fur gloves. Back to back with @MMLP

04-15-2023, 05:53 AM	#2
Sinnercog Member Join Date: Aug 2019 Posts: 59 Rep Power: 140554	Upping over PA shitposts

05-15-2023, 06:03 PM	#4
emcee squared Banned Join Date: Aug 2015 Posts: 430 Rep Power: 0	up for a fucking real writer real guy who now knows im a fucking peer idiots