some one pass a germ to da sick one
he likes sick shit
so why havent anybody given it
oh shit glitta bout to shine him up
diss bitch above me ima bout to make him whine it up
some one pass a germ to da sick one
he likes sick shit
so why havent anybody given it
oh shit glitta bout to shine him up
diss bitch above me ima bout to make him whine it up
whats this kid, named the sick one tryin to be proven?
I know who he is, A fake "Lunatic" reppin St. Louis,
I'ma call him Judas, Cause he potrays a treason character,
Shaken in the Knee's, Please, I aint even aim the semi at ya,
But what should I expect from, a lame kid thats dumb,
after this he's probably gonna wanna do a 1 on 1,
Rent some good lyrics kid, But not from "Avis"
Sick 1 grabs balls like Terrel Davis
Tha Truth Is Us!
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Your style's fucking balls, in audio you'd be worse than wack
Try Throwing yourself in front of a train,
.................................................. ...If you wanna make tracks
u a bitch ho fag and ur stylez lame/
il put u on a fuckin track.............while im drivin the train/
im amazing i got mad flow/
matter of fact tack the whole train up ur ass hole
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Starz^^
Kid get back ta written one line bars
You wouldnt jack shit if I gave you a car
So dont be hard, nothin you got could faze
Kid tryin ta come up, one punch n hez dazed
Listen new bitch, think about this snitch
Make like Will Smith and Switch, bitch
ha 30 seconds man
I rip this kid with ease, your talent is seriously on freeze,
u admit ur skills is a bore. sig> 'Puttin Mo'Fukkas to sleep since 1990'.
Son don't step to this i'll leave ur jaw on shift.
and put fist to teeth to make a fist-sandwich.
I bring damage , to half wits , son I'm past you.
Even if you rocked a strap on u still would lack the pub.
BIo-Chemist
Ur from where, and what is ur problem with guts
Think like u got the shit sowed up to ya, but dont got ur nuts
hes a wreckless bitch, puttin 2,000 post of infected shits
Fit to call the game quits, after he makes a portfolio of all his hits
That thing wouldnt have one good line, caz u ryme
Like u got a speech inpedament, coughin and dying
Ur blind if u think u got game, ur not even in pacs rain
Of metaphorical style, better stick to riding the cock train
Caz u aint no body man, ur nameless, still didnt strike fame
Yea this guys on fire, so lets this fucken faggot ass dike flame
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
I'll burry kids like you for fun, you'll be a barrel of laughs.
If deaf(th) was considered dopeness everyone would hear ya ass.
Your a middle weight trying to keep weight up with a vet,
if this was a weight lift contest U would be outa breath.
Kid'll get raped coming in my way. I'm ruthless
the truth is your whack regardless.
Kimist
Its the return of the chemist, Dude ur not gonna win this
He goes on with 30 pages of bars to merk a nigga, while 10's the limit
U still couldnt compare to me if u did, U more like the pool kid
Not the cool kid, U been cleanin out the chlorine from my tools piss
I piss all over ur rap collection, I'd barry it with ya, if u past
Caz it trash to vets ears, its lyrically goes to sexually harass
Niggas with good flow, This bitch aint even from a hood
Though, he still tries to get famous, and get a bridge after him like Wildrow
Nah I dont see that happening, Rapping aint for every guy
I have a passion for tellin niggas the truth, bitch i would never lie
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
yo killa, stick with dick lickin instead of ryme spittin
nigga listen, and pay attention before you end up missin
and this wont be a rap, but a ransom note gettin written
have firshermen swimmin in lake michigan
but they only find one of ya timberlands
thats all ya moms gonna get for rememberin
look homo, its hard to flow wit no tounge
and hard to smoke wit no lungs
so stop actin like a ho, son
before i put the gun to ya pelvis
and make you deader then elvis
but thats the price you pay when you jealous
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
Rox
Im a make u listen bitch, caz those rymes u kickin
Just made the decision for itself, to end this competition
Im a add an addtion to ya, Tell everyone in here ya fiction
hissing words non-resistant, burnin this man alive in his kitchen
Have ur lower neck missin, And out the top is where u pissin
A stream a red tie die, From the pain I put on u bitch, and
Ur never richin ur raps, all ur minds doing is trickin
Have ur hearts clock tickin, as my bullets prepare strike with painful afflictions
Multis doin my dissin, made this mad dog turn chicken
And the only shit he really be spittin on, is them dicks he be lickin
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
you wish you was as hard as ROX
but I forgot, you only like suckin on hard cock
bitch nigga, you call ya self a rapper
you more like a transvestite that turned into a homo porn actor
you a aids infested nigga with a pussy, you fake bitch
and your rymes dont make sense,
even when you givin brains on the block you dont make sense
never put out a record, cause more then likely, that shit wont make cents
you the only dumb nigga that make money for two pimps
never talk about all the fake shit, that you claim to get
cause im exposin ya real life
you a dude that wanna be a woman and some gay niggas wife
and the only crack you sell on the block is ya ass you dike
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
ok captain crunch/ in my hood you'd get slapped n punched/ stabbed n gunned/ cuz we kill fags for fun/ my rhymes stand out like the towers before they fell/ my shit is hotter than hell itself/ there isn't no fuckin with me fool/ talkin about breakfast cereals, that shit is preschool/ you should of never come on this website.\ you need to get ya head right/ my job is to make you feel pain/ so either leave this website once and for good or get a real name
ROX is gonna get it now
Cat rappin bout trannys, while u in miami
puttin ur pistol tip in ones ass, and recordin it on ur cammy
U cant stand to me, U get hard at the site of a shemale
U need help, dressin up as one just to get a gay to make a weed sell
I aint affended by false statements, no one will pay attention to them
U just a new-cents, who got shot up with the wrong hallucinagin
Tryin to man up on ur rap content, typin threw the power of ur torn cords
U never been in any pussy u punk, u still imagine the images from ur porn source
Wait this nigga dont like pussy, he sucks so much he be wearin pads
He so fucked up from his bad childhood, even online he be swearin bad
Ur old news, sucking on old dudes
And tryin to criticize me wrongly was a bold move
I will still knock ur faggot ass right out of them sparklin gold shoes
And have u against the trunk of the tree, from the impact that the bow shoots
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
we all know you a faggot
we can tell by the way dat you write
ya name on the block is sunny delight
cuz sunny like suckin da pipe
im afraid to assult this cat, cuz thats the shit that he likes
he swings his hand like a bitch when he fights
you a cocky bastard, love slobbin on knobs every night
trannys is the only type the you like
you a fuckin actress, on a mattress gettin ya ass licked
from tapes to dvds
most of that gay shit you were basically on ya knees
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs