im gonna leave the past alone i used to have a blasted home and cellular phone now im a walking skeletol bone my stomaches eating its self cause im so damn hungry im homeless and just about worthless and stumbly sometimes i tend to find a little peice of sandwitch soembody left behind and ill eat that the whole day i beg the old way and say will work for food have no place to stay starvation has me on my last chance i make a fast dash and hit up all the trash cans if im lucky i find a peice of bread often instead i like to slash my neck leaving my shirt ofelly red but i cant put the knife to my kneck my life is a wreck... so nobody wants to pay me nobody wants to lay me i tell the prostetutes to give me head they disobey me.
Like 50cent said wen it rainz it poorz// go head N respond i leave yo ****ing brainz by da floor// N u talk about my lifes wreck// I got a nice TEK// put it 2 yo face watch u N yo wife sweat// now I aint trana say every one of ya rymez iz fake// but this paticular 1 I herd on a BANKS mixtape// im in da hood all day so if yall wana act// i got a gat// dat a take half of yo yankee hat// n u wak u neva gona make it in da rap world// got niggaz 2 make u disssapere like thongz in fat girlz// wen i come ya whole crew run 2 police stationz// ya girl iz ****ing bald like kemo therapy patientz// i wasnt trana end it earlier but nigga u cant rap// stupid ass go 2 war wit a forth of a gat// not even a whole man how u gonna try 2 play me// wen im cakin buks makin mo bread den a bakery
I got da gurls i got dem hoes i got da,BLING BLING,nigga u aint shyt look at dat fake ring,I might suck but dam i quick to attack,i beat u blindfolded wit 2 hands tied behind my back,u need more skillz to adapt to my level,U embaress ya self wit dem 1st grade raps,i mean come on dawg my grandma coulda thought of that,look at ya self,u look so god damn confuzed ,maybe u were trying an accomplishment but apparently u snoozed ,U get so happy cuz u got 1 bitch ,but its kinda intellectual kinda complexiable but maybe the girl thought u were sexible,I been rapping since the Ice age,im in a rage like an old sage wisdomful wit smart brains,i bust ya gauge man u an easy target,man i see dem sellin yo ass at the supamarket nigga...wutch u got? I got some tite lics,wanna step up?
U look like dat fat ni99a from da sopranos,mike i got u screaming mambo italiano,Keep eatin meatballs it aint gonna make u tall,u say u liv in a fantasy of girls u must be pretenny,becuz ill get ur girl to suk my dik for jus one penni,yea homie jus got some tight lics,becuz u regret the shyt u jus spit,Cryin like a lil bitch ,nigga stop weepin,becuz i know ur future jib got soming to do wit sweeping,hahaa niggaz,Step up biches!
Yo u pussy ass bitch wanna talk about **** mutha ****a dont know any of the **** i spit thiz is it the least u git thats it your one chance to blow not for money or the fame or the fancy ho's i been doing this **** longer than u yeah dawg its me i inspired u
I may be inspired but my vocab is tight,do me a favor,put down the mic,but wait dont do it for just me please for us,dont do it for me do it for jesus,u need vocabulary go back to school,thinkin ya rhymes is tight nigga u aint cool,i think my dead gramps can take u on and hes in his grave lieing down waiting for u to stop rapping,even he knows u suck dawg,noones clapping,u cant beat me dawg u really do struggle,i do u dirty nigga i leave u in a mud puddle,$1$
yo puting slugs in the chamba here the glock cock dat mean danger spraying muthafuka's wit an uzi see me in da hood bitch i dare u to shoot me put a mag in da deck shot a slug in ya head bo bo bo you dead on da flo have da whole sreaming put a ski mask on so none of dem would see me got more gats than an action figure cock that glock back and pull the fuking trigger!
u say u got gunz n shyt...but just wait.Saying u live in all of fame,my lyircs gonna get me to win this game,i breath fire while u breath oxygen this nigga will get up in ya grill like oxy 10,an mc beating defines what never is got u tied up bleedin like an iraqi terrorist,when we battlin dont ever twitch or end up in the dumpster with slit throat and severed wrists..my telepathy shred mcs like cheddar cheese i end my enemies edibly,after i crush them with telekenetic energy if you get me vex,i'll strangle you to death rip a hole in ya chest and wrap my hands around ya lungs instead of going for ya neck lyrically i give 150% to kill a mc,if u can figure out the numba comin before infinty nigga...Prolly confuzed as a moda f.uka...
Dont let homeboy cum through wit dat AK pinky worth about 200 mansions in CA.I got a crew of skits worth of a whole lobby,thatll wet ya whole block up,like the amazin tsunami.Dawq i dont give fuk about u,the homeboi on da block can get it too,dont make me putcha hit on u i leave u nameless,this glock im holldin leave ya brainless,and that nigga before talking about slugz,see him empty me packa biches in clubs,homie im wreckless,just try ur best,ur puny ass bullets cant rip my vest.
Listen dog,You a discrase to rap,dont think u hit at me and i wont attack,i dont hit noone behind there back i notify them and then i get ta smack,U aint got no rhymes and ya lyrics r crap,yo dog do me a favor put down the mic,i no waiste me time gotta catch my flight,u dont know the shyt that i delt,listen dog point it at ur head and shut shoot ya self.
Holla~~~~ This is G-mac Homay u aint got shyt on me,pfft,talking about slugz nigga,u aint know shyt about slugz.....Homies wack...
yo u punk ass bitch keep trash talking and **** dont test me son dont make me load up tha clip **** talking like dat would get u claped pussy ass bitch imma leave u dead saying i dont got slugz imma pop one in ya head u acting all hard saying i'm all shook your rhymes are whack might as well burn ur rhyme book ur never ganna blow ur never gonna get the ho's u cant fuking rap dawg is that ur best think i dont got slugz i got enough to rip through ur vest and aimed straight for your chest yo the rhymes i'm spitting its insane pop shyt homie put a glock to yo brain gonna inflect the pain all these bitches be tripping they jus jealouse cuz they aint got the rhymes that i'm spitting bitches keep talking bitches keep triping lay a mutha fuka out if i catch em slippin these words that i'm ce spiting aint close the glock i be gripping test me son its gonna be bullets u shyting bust u in da face wit dis deck brat!brat!brat thas what u get fo not showing any fuking respect
I stand my ground lyrically bound, To a mic on my right arm aimin 2 impound, Then next brotha that wishes ta speed bye, Wavin' fake gang signs like he simply wavin' hi, It makes me sick that all these wannabes wanna try, To testify, I DENY! Access to my tireless trainin', As I work on the stage, style drainin', All the methodical fools frontin' tools, Screamin' they lay the law make the rules, Yet they need mad PRACTICE! TRACK THIS! I'am the one who drops knowledge in a rage like an angry sage, Writin' confusin' chapters forcin' fakaz to turn the page, You lock me in the cage, I JUST BUST YA GAUGE! I've been work since the age of a juvenile, Kickin' continuous hotbeats and phat style, YET YOUR IN THIEF DENIAL! Walkin' tall yet stolen profile, And now your in Hell's court, time for the trial, Your turn to be tested and bested, Like I was before I rested, And took on the brothaz on the current rap scence, Kickin' madd whackness yet clockin' madd green, I'VE COME TO REIGN SUPREME!!! Bring forth my lyrical dream team, DIVINE, MURDA, AND SCHEME!! So don't forget to avoid the blink, Stand wide-eyed and think, Cause my gat reacts faster than your bat, When its all over, People will stand above and ask, who was that? The insane mic rocka, The fake b~tch stalka,
yo u puting my girls name in the freestyle and then u trying to diss me come to think about it what eva happen to u bagging chrissy yeah dawg u beat me but that was all in the past this the future ur fat now heres a slim fast drop a couple of pounds and grow a couple of packs turn around lemme see them jelly rolls down your back yo u look like shamoo your tits are so big u need to wear a bra to school yo dont even talk about my cross look at your ring that fuking thing cant even come off yo ahmed dont think that i forgot about u u saying gabby's name but also tap kissed a jew
I may be fat,but dog?Whose rhymes is wack?Go home and study ya knowledge,u aint worth it plus ya raps r garbage,ya i said gabby is jewish,She has a black yameka,u can see her in the corner of her block playin that harmonica,too bad she didnt get presents for kwanza,fuk wit me dog and ill blow ya momz up,i dont do my crack,i leave em in label packs,oops i dropped a penny tell her TO PICK UP THAT!
Anonymous wrote: im gonna leave the past alone i used to have a blasted home and cellular phone now im a walking skeletol bone my stomaches eating its self cause im so damn hungry im homeless and just about worthless and stumbly sometimes i tend to find a little peice of sandwitch soembody left behind and ill eat that the whole day i beg the old way and say will work for food have no place to stay starvation has me on my last chance i make a fast dash and hit up all the trash cans if im lucky i find a peice of bread often instead i like to slash my neck leaving my shirt ofelly red but i cant put the knife to my kneck my life is a wreck... so nobody wants to pay me nobody wants to lay me i tell the prostetutes to give me head they disobey me.
**** u ...u didnt even write that ****..that song is called fairwell..and its by benifit.