Richard Corey (2004) vs Richard Corey (ol' school)

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06-15-2004

Richard Corey (ol' school)

yo, we got some beef here...
I'm sick of this new youngin, taking my shine.. fuck this kid, power up!

AAAAAAAAAGHGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHHG!

I'm dissectin' your midsection in seconds with various weapons
unbearable methods of torture, force your ass to bury the lessons
that I tought. He's a mod. No photo cause he fears the lime light
And his "pics'll be distorted" on the screen like Janets nipple in prime time
Its sicknin' to say, but bitch, give it a break, you wont' live through the day
'leave me "a loan"?', fuck it, all these slugs...I might as well give them away
I have shells so BIG, they'll splatter the gore all on his sleevless
and leave Richard "stuck on himself" like the faggot was conceded
maliciously I'll break down you compounds deliciously
watch my pen-accost-him, and I'll merk Mr. Richard religiously

I demand a tough opponent with components of real skill and the scariest stanzas
bitch like bolvarian dancers, while I'm "sick to the stomach" like ovarian cancer

Methodical rhymes at the optimal height of power, devour horrible lines
leave ya opticals blind every time I chronicle the chronicles in a topical crime
Watch you sauntering into the battle, but ain't no horror stopping me
shells hit your chest so fast you'll bleed out your back... horizontally!!!



.... YEAH!!!


Richard Corey 2004

You're old news bitch, learn your place
lol.

leave 'ol' school' in a hospital, he dont' get visitation
No worries, this battle for him, is a win, when? situation
Bitch I'll seed him when I ejaculate on this standard punk
and you 'seed' me too... but only cuz ya grammer sucks
I lost ya wack ass, now my rep and my cliques are growin'
while ya lines are stretched so thin the damn ribs are showin'
If this kid doesn't come louder, he'll get beat up, no hassle
I'll shove his head up his anus... "speak up, ya asshole!"
Splatter this dude with a rhyme for rhymin' after I do
We all fall off,
but your touchin' ground first like the back of my shoes.
I have a desire to man-handle Rich with a tire iron in hand
kept this kid in check for so long, he left with a retirement plan
I'll beat Richard into dust, he'll get soundly stomped on
until his dickriders worship the damn ground I walk on
Fag still wets the bed! Add to that, his songs are do-do
and yet even your bed sheets don't stay on-line as long as you do