Originally posted by Assassin32
Have I pissed you off yet?
Are you on the defensive?
Have I made your ass sick?
Are you sitting there pensive?
Cause you know what's about to happen
When I get to rappin'
I'm stealing all your pride
Throwing your rhymes into traffic
So, show me more static
And you'll get your ass blasted
One left hook will have you twitchin' like an addict
Ya ****in' *** got
Yeah, real smart calling me a ******
Can't you see me flirting with the Tech-9's trigger?
Now I bet you feel stains form in your nickers
So, watch your ****in' mouth
Before I break your ****in' snout
That's for tryin' to shout like your **** can rock the house
While you just rap like a boy scout,
No harder than Mickey Mouse
Now your flows have been knocked the **** out
You b*tch, moan and you pout
So I put my pimp hand down, now your bleeding in gouts
I'll show you that your **** is old
When you feel your chest implode
1,000 pounds of hate targeted at your heart and soul
My chome blows your dome
Crackin' open your bones, tearin' up every chromosome
Ode to my home, the 9-1-6 zone
Real soldiers, no clones
I'm lyrical bane, no line the same
Me and you, b*tch, a macabre scrap in the rain
I'll teach you new kinds of pain
We'll play no games
So, you could feel the agnst as your vains drain
Now your broken and spent
Your time came and it went
I'm on top now, so stay away from my turf
It'll all come full-circle when you feel your neck burn
Now you've been served
So, your turn.....
Boy, you sure are out of this ****.
The only time you've been on top is when your boyfriend was pounding it.
Keep talking about being a street soldier.
You don't have any responsibilities on your shoulder.
You're a wanna-be player.
You're nothing but a real-gangsta hater.
You see me ripping up this ****,
asking yourself "How he do it?"
Well I'll show how I do it, son.
Put away your ****ing BB gun.
You can fire you're little Tech 9,
You're life will end when I fire mine.
I carry more than a pistol,
My guns stick out like a ****ing bristle.
Aks and Uzis, I got them all.
Better watch out, you gunna take a fall.
But you won't get back up, no way.
Don't worry, we all know you're ****ing gay.
You like it up the ass.
You even do it for cash.
All you want is hard cock to ride.
But you better keep you *** as lips away from mine.
I don't get down that way, never.
But you'll be riding dick forever.
it's my turn?
When will you learn?
Going up against me, you gunna get burned.
I'll light you up Pyro style,
Blast you better than the Rabbit from 8-Mile.
Eminem, 50, Dr. Dre.
Compared to me, their all ****ing gay!
But you're even worse.
And I'm ready to send you in to a hearse.
You're gunna die, you little ***** ass ******.
Yea, that's right, you're nothing but a ****ing ******.
Get out of her, boy, you're **** is gone.
Your brain is splattered all over the lawn.
You can't see the hood for the streets,
so just take a long swim down **** Creek.
