You gassed up, fact was, you might survive this
if my flow wasn't a mac truck
a disaster scene will be called into the dispatcha
your girl make my wood shine like lacquer, ya bastard\
You gassed up, fact was, you might survive this
if my flow wasn't a mac truck
a disaster scene will be called into the dispatcha
your girl make my wood shine like lacquer, ya bastard\
toolie placed right in ya skully. metal is what I'll let this rookie taste
even if it's the cal, stick'll pick roll apart like I'm at a sushi place.
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come find me bro, in my presence even without a gun
I'll have slecht pausin like the konami code
are you retarted? i'll find you, trust me - get started with the techs sparkin'
roll out in front of all of these stars...that's the red carpet.
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Umm.. stay in your row, boy... you ain't the shit, son...
Your concepts seen more miles than the crossfit ones..
Fun... weed... women... these are all things that he hates...
Last time a woman gave him that "sig look" he was paying for Streammate...
Nice avy, too... Jesus, why keep jabbin' him good?
We get it, you're "cool" bro... (last time he's wrapped in the hood)...
Bout to start this party off right
Like a colored light bulb light
Imma shine a different way I flip the switch the time is right
This lame talking noise but I don’t think he really wanna fight
With a name like trinity you have to be a hermaphrodite
Incurable appetite
Bout to eat up this cyph
Starting with this trans thats making slick hints towards his life
Oh my bad her life
You not as sharp as you think
You a butter knife
All that shit you said don’t mean shit because it wasn’t nice
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Originally Posted by SiK_WiT_It
Man.... You see, this cypher's a place to throw hands and feet...
I know you're fucking retarded, but CAN YOU READ?!
I can read quite fine
I even read between the lines
You tryna diss me when your batter record is bad compared to my mine
One win outta nine?
You ready to step across the gun line?
Dude gotta write in braille this noob gotta be blind
Must ain’t heard about me you deaf?
Okay lemme throw you a sign
..!.. (-,-) ..!..
All smiles when I rhyme
I just played with this sucker
Yeah like it’s game time
Like amazon prime
Imma cut a deal wit chu if you quit while you’re behind
Last edited by SiK_WiT_It; August 27th, 2019 at 12:14 AM
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Originally Posted by SiK_WiT_It
You'd get battered like a woman outta line
while my flow bouncin like a downed power line
coward i'm not worried about you
response to ah choo, masterin sun tzu\
make these cunts move bump boots
ya know get em knockin, get it poppin
i'm beggin you to come through
give us options, tired of life, wired to fight
I know what liars is like so when you buyin the flight
prove you will, prove you is, who you said, who you did
questions is asked, you'd fail worse then school testin ya ass
a gem of a lesson is passed from my pessimist ass
you a loser in life because that's what you be acceptin it as
I'll haunt ya soul, then butter roll up and make him feel good when you're on your own
You've got no class, so I'll school him to death until no body can honor roll
Last edited by BraGGin Rights; September 4th, 2019 at 09:04 PM
Bragging rights fights for homo rights, this nigga can't punch with me he is Soo, soo light, during the day he works as a socialite, very dimwitted yeh he not that bright , he lights up his closets with strobes, and disco lights.
nigga you a faggot end of bars...
These dudes aint worth a bar, search your heart
come out lookin like anakin on mustafar
This boards dead for the bored heads
who strung tighter then a corset
of course its, not a surprise, gotta surmise
these niggas don't elevate, you can tell the way
they aint never sell the weight, probably celibate
we run the world, tel aviv. jealous ay
prolly so, adios to these maricones
they carry on and can barely jawn
while we dom perignon
I hit you in the head with that champagne bottle
Make your madre suck dick,cum gargle, kiss you;then swallow
Death to fetishist, who cant get a better grip
on rhetoric, or work on their betterment
im bettering torching like settling
you ain't said a thing, i'll let it ring
tethering, your family to your downing ship
all your problems, i'm compounding it