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Freedom Bird
Join Date: Mar 2002
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i aint playin
i aint playin you know what im sayin
i got aerosol can of these rhymes that im sprayin cuz you up im my court and the judgment im passin guess you didnt know im the keyboard assassin tho im deadly enough with all ths gas that im passin str8 up you know the word and th word is the truth its like you be lincoln am ima john wilkes your booth its like ima dentist and you a rotted out tooth you know i got more destruction than babe got ruth now get ready yahooka ima bust this place wide you know messin with me is like suicide theres just one little fact that i just cant hide i cant think of any ending for this dumb post |
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The Worst
Join Date: Mar 2003
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"And no matter what they said
dollar is not your friend and it's the feelings that are hard to know are the feelings that all come slow No matter what they said dollar is not your friend and these feelings that so hard to know are the feelings that wont let go No don't let go, till you find a home World Unite and I'll love you forever" |
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ognob
Join Date: Aug 2002
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*sniff sniff* smells like bacon
i got a hackerin for some west coast spankin living rhymes, passin the time, two turntables and a lil flo of mine catch you out in my bushes spyin, up my skirt i hear your dyin, tryin, wanna get a job hope your hirin veda your words are true, i dont know how you do the things you do matchin words up like the poo on a shoe. all your missing is a chorus and a hook your shook, all i wanna do is rent that ass like a book planes going down, you say your not in a gown? NAKED, gonna send some mail fed exin, knock on your front door i got a lot more one more time im gonna show you more! cockin, lockin, straight up poppin spend the evenings in a locked up coffin no one wants to die, no one really tries live the life that you want to get by prehistoric like the dinosaurs, its an eye sore, movin along like a tyranasaur find the bones in the ground, theres a lot to burn down one more bowl and im gonna be BLOWN smoke the weed puff puff pass, all i wanna do is spank that ass |
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Join Date: Aug 2000
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yo check it i'm black and i'm white i'm what you call a wigga
get outta here wit dat bunk you gangsta ass nigga my ryhmes are hotter than the core of the sun and my finga is most def right next to tha trigga these rhymes will smack you like the raging congo whats that kats name who can't rhyme...all yea, thats right ...BONGO! my skins so white i'm almost see through, i shimmer like the predator i live in OhiO i pull out the choppa 30 rounds by 2 mags you do the math ratta tat tat now youre in half while i stand back and just laugh you say your name is reptar i leave your face full of scars i'll put your balls in a jar and hang'em on the top shelf at the bar then we have little 'ol veda who has a nice ass ass even tho you got a little gas with time that'll pass your rhymes are decent but not like mines, white hot i'll drop you faster than a brain clot, i'll hatch a plot put you on the spot kill you watch your body rot then get caught, do time get out and smoke a little pot in my favorite mutha fuckin spot.
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Those Americans who believed that we could live under the illusion of isolationism wanted the American eagle to imitate the tactics of the ostrich. Now, many of those same people, afraid that we may be sticking our necks out, want our national bird to be turned into a turtle. But we prefer to retain the eagle as it is--flying high and striking hard. "FDR" |
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wishful thinker
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Check the impact of an ill rhyme
Proliferating thought in remarkable time. Leavin hands scratchin the side-o-they heads Leavin fans bustin "Ohhh shit, he's dead." He'll never getup from the rhyme that was said. He's lying there lifeless, losing street cred. Slayin wack rappers is my favorite sport Injury sustained on the rhyme saying court Blank stare from eyes and mind just stunned No medication can heal what I've done. I tip a 40oz to your demise. Testing my waters, kid that's unwise. The shallowest part is too high for your kind. The deepest part'll swallow your pride. I hail from underground niches and dwellings. I come from homes of sagelike tellings I resemble a gnome in appearance and slender I run MC's through a thoughtout blender Leave em in pieces aching to reassemble Next time try to see the next trend yo, Rhyme with some wit and courageous vitality This rhythm really fits the scene of your casuality. Fuck it I don't need a mic anymore My voice is heard in every inward score It rings true through each part of the land Haters talk shit I give em the backhand. I fly down interstates in my dope ass whip Bumpin 4 12's and some Souls of Mischief Spark another L, stick the clutch, and hit it. Stop up here to pickup the next mistress. I'm breaking haters off like it just ain't shit.
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The time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted -John Lennon In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. -John Muir One man gathers what another man spills... |
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Join Date: Aug 2000
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meanwhile back at the ranch
i grabbed my sister by the snatch daddy said no incest son i said fuck you pulled out the gauge and started to blast went to my neighbors and fucked his wife i fucked her so hard she was within an inch of life when i was done i slit her throat to watch her bleed you think this is bullshit but you best believe.
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Those Americans who believed that we could live under the illusion of isolationism wanted the American eagle to imitate the tactics of the ostrich. Now, many of those same people, afraid that we may be sticking our necks out, want our national bird to be turned into a turtle. But we prefer to retain the eagle as it is--flying high and striking hard. "FDR" |
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