SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
I'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
I'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
I fry guys like its friday never try k
before i use the hk to blow ya back away
you need to take heed of my lyrics
listen to every thing when you hear it
cuz ya boy is a bartender the way i pass out them spirits
I kill fake niggas with this realest shit
ya boy is nice for heaven sakes
even TD Jakes fears what i spit
ya boy is a lyrical mind bender,
so best believe its the truth when I say i eat niggas for dinner
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
I bet if i said blah blah blah, it would work,
aww fuck it, one line can turn rox into dirt,
Your album's wack, you could say bad words, u'll still look soft,
Cuz ur so fuckin' weak, that they took the parental advisory sticker off,
You will fail dude, you will never prevail dude,
Couldn't match cloths so u went on photoshop to greyscale you,
ominicient dont even know the meanin of his own name
cuz if you all knowin, then you already know that ya ass is lame
fuck spittin bars on ya wack ass threw a computer
i rather just shit on you, you fuckin loser
you stink and you live in the sewer
never get at RoX, unless you dont want ya future
cuz i damage human tissue like tumors
call me rox, the coolest nigga on this planet since wine coolers
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
its like a game of cards...double up...when i rock ROX...
got your girl alone...all alone...so we could knock socks...
you got hot drops...
maybe if you set ya page on fire...them verses would be scorched...
sit your ass down boy...right on ya wooden porch...
dont fucking say a word...cuz you the one living n a sewer...
never helping ROX wit his rhymes...got sic spits...giving him fewer...
giving in sooner...
tap out man you bout to lose...get out ya shoes...
lemme walk a mile so i know what its like to be wak...
you been wak for too long...like you like to be that...
like to see raps...
when they dont suck like yours...when they much better than ROX...
you dont like them dry bones...huh dawg...you like to touch them wetter cocks...
I could perform an exorcism & be stuck bored
Nothing exciting about this herb sitin boards
He's stuck with red eyes from bein cummed on
He needz clear eyez to see he's been sonned
But he still spits basic lines no matter how half-assed
His competitor came but I guess to him its in the past
Life Is 10% What Happens To You;
90% How You React To It.
joka says some real funny shit sometimes
But he needs to focuse on rap cause cummed on and sonned dont rhyme^
Got over a grand of post but got empty bars all over
Like alchohalic christians being ina pack with god to be sober
So next time you try to spit lines and show your skill
Spit it to somebody else who doesnt know how to be ill
dissin my man joka thats all i had to read
bitch sit and take notes like a virgin ready to bleed
ill teach u skill and how to throw punches
like i fucked ur girl so hard she started doin stomach crunches
tear ur ass into pieces leavin u layin in tha dirt
fuck wit me ill put you in a hearse
dont need gats or knives to put u to shame
people already recognize shadows game
so put the mic down hand back on ur cock thumb in ur mouth
u just got served on a silver platter i can see what ur cryin about
^^Word thanx.
Hold up bitch where'd you come from Herb & Spices?joka says some real funny shit sometimes
But he needs to focuse on rap cause cummed on and sonned dont rhyme^
Got over a grand of post but got empty bars all over
Like alchohalic christians being ina pack with god to be sober
So next time you try to spit lines and show your skill
Spit it to somebody else who doesnt know how to be ill
A Normally to enter here VETs need a license
I'll flashed mine just so this herb can be spayed
Snip your shit away like your battles get layed anyway
You couldnt cum hard on me cause I'll leave you nut-less
You didnt come haf-assed you just came ass-less
Life Is 10% What Happens To You;
90% How You React To It.
Sometimes I explode with no provoction whats so ever
You cats talk a lot of shit but ur rhymes are far from clever
I deliver devastation, like 50 I've been patiently waitin
to bomb emcees that has no clue, half you cats is fakin
i'm debatin whether i should expose you hoes
or leave the masses confused like bisexuals
im vexed off stress, wonderin why i aint recordin hatred
i guess cuz text requires less coordination
plus I'm facin a faggot who couldn't stand a chance
if they bottled oppurtunities and put it in his hand
it's hard to stand in the presence of underskilled text heads
but i.l. just dropped word to plug myspace in my sig gents
shit bitch postin like u sumthin worth readin
my lyrics hit hard leave ur ass bleedin
barely breathin ya lungs collapse
forget what ya were gonna say like a memory lapse
6 lines just to diss u
got 6 inches of hand just to fist u
maybe that could be saved for ur mom
cause all of rb knos her pussy is tha bomb
I'm confident with my textation...Your a Legend in your own mind
I manafest my frustration, rhymes bent,...so I guess your less spine
Chop your digits off your hands, to show countless Times you were clocked
Top your wordplay verblish migits, erbish skillets, key your face to keep it locked
Legend,.allegedly claimed the rock, but the pebble he's holding is to hot,for my tomb
Like heavyweights you on a constant Dipset, feet never been wet since mother's womb
Rylo
If i had you textration/
ill be full of frustration/
cause aint no one in RB/
that texts with worst word combinations/
and Rylo i might as well let evryne else know/
your the little white kid/
that the prist raped like a year ago/
now im done busting and rb is satisfied/
this situation reminds me of a girl/
like usher in his song/
and that girl is Rylo's moms from last night/
you niggas is dick eaters
faggots walkin around with chick features
you probably bleed every month like PMS
and you some sick dudes, lettin another nigga pee on ya chest
ya life is over, dis MC is spittin ebola
i make cats crack like the black plauge, plus i carry my gun on shoulder
the lead can curl ya head up faster then rollers
push niggas off buildings more then white babies in a stroller
call me a cereal killa da way i make ya neck snap crackel and pop
call me captin crunch
ya boy is coo coo for coco puffs, and make gun do like corn..... and pop
leave cherrio size holes in ya dome top
cookin that base, extra white like milk and frosted flakes
tryin to get those golden grams
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs