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Im flawless da ho killa / da female heavy hitta/ chea im det female
spitta/ be dissin da
uk and $.$ like whoa/coz all dem niggaz quittin coz dey
bytch made hoz/ got them runnin offline line like det nigga dro/
i ain see him
no mo/ bytch ass hoz yall irrelevent/ yall stole ya lyricz from 50 cent/ online
crews be da only thing
yall online cats represent/yall sweatin fa online battle
text battle tournments/when i pull up pull out and dump /it dont
gotta be summer
time to get hit wit the pump/ look dont getta hawk in ya eye/ because u a dead
man walking might as
well lay in a coffin and die/just imagine if my chain get
tossed in the sky/bet you i could turn a average day to the 4th
of july/
flawless
im a blunt rollin bong tokin nigga in the neighborhood, im wreckin
every track...yeah nigga you
know im good, im reppin OG in say town...we reckin
harder than inglewood, you that you can beat me in a battle...bitch
i wish you
could, im a lyrical disease i spread faster than H.I.V, step up to nigga skeeve
and ill damage you verbally,
nigs think they murkin me, in the back they hoes
jerkin me, and when they in the bed they rockin and workin me.....
skeeve
I rap from da heart/ battle me I'll rip you apart/ been a killa from
da start/ lyricz iz hot dey
go off da chart/ cuz thyz tyme/ iz mine/ pack my
nine/ strap to yo mind/ versez kill u wit only 1 line/ den bring you to
shame/
put fear into yo name/ so dun complain/ when I'm built wit da hottest frame/
bust yo chain/ as I bring da pain/
let it rain/ cuz I'm insane/ smoked out da
lane/ My lyricz iz tight simple an plain/ as u wun remain/ standin da same/
thaz
da way I play my game
-Brutal X
get at me dawg, stay out my face/ i'm to fast for yall you can't hold
my pace/ this is the never ending race/ known
as life and your the disgrace/ I
make money money and take the lick/ you lose money money and suck the dick/ get
at
me dawg i'll bring my click/ show you the reason your the trick/ see we got
heat and it aint blowdriers/ hit your chest
and cause small fires/ even the
doctors with their special wires/ won't be able to fix you and we aint liers
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$CB|billyl16
cmac is back ready to attack and be flawless, come at ya dames face and
leave her ass bra less, your less then a g like
.8, u need viagra for ur game to
eleavate, killa of gs who think they tough like cmac, u walk a round ashmed of of
ur
std, funny u juss got flamed by be, RIP bitch, i got the weed, come test
these trees, baseball bats brass knucks and knives,
NY baseball caps, clap and
duck, to survive, but i aint gotta worry, bloods and g-lock got my back, no
fucka can u swallow
that
cmac
yo ma ryhmes got crazi skillz//ma raps giv u da chillz//i got a gat dat
killz,wit 1 bullet
u shudnt mess wit da don//i light ya ass up like Bob Marleys
bong//u c im da illest on dis planet,u cant stand it//da heat
iz 2 much//so fuck
it n roll a dutch//i pop ya dumass like da clutch,of da car//leave u a scar on
ya face so u taste
da blood streamin down//u fuckin clown C's up B's
Down//$treets Chedda Boyz dat new ill shit//fuck wit us n ya get ya ass
clapped
bitch//im now reppin dat ish//ill make ya body stiff//u gotta b crazi if u wana
battle//ma flow will mke ya
fucken brain rattle
LiL PendejO
yo i stay strapped wit da heater be easy or it'll burn ya/ da slugs i
let go big lyke full grown hernias/acapella freestyle
dont matta drop a beat/ i
let go lead so often you'd think dat i punch heat/ da shit yall smoke it give u
a buzz and
a slur talking/ da shit i hit get u high lyke u was tightrope
walking/ crazy wit da heat it'll gun butt u up/ i aint iraqi
but if u talk slick
ima grab a shank and nut cut u up/ either that or u see eagles lyke the super
bowl runner ups/lose
ya mind and you gone lose ya self/ runnin up on me makin it
seem u quik to lose ya health/no doubt im sick but i aint cocky/
i aint a
pornstar so it aint gon' be easy to pop me/ got ya spanish boriqua callin me
papi/ she on da dick and yes she
play it sloppy/so if u tryna get wild and tryna
copp my style let dis nigga kno and come stop me/1
Kemichal Ali
im impossible to defeat like Insomniacs with wet dreams//not from
Atlanta but stomp yo ass
like an A-Town street//i keep it raw gutta nigga so i
ain't gon jump//jis creep low in dat 6-4 witta sawn-off-pump//im
spittin shit in
2006 so im literally tha Future//hollowtips in muh p89 favorites tha Ruger//500
dollas to killa dude
ima ex-hitman//kats perspiren so i sew a hole shut in his
sweat glands
\\Kwik-C//
these Mc'z dey makin me snigga/they talkin bull-shit bout how dey pull
da trigga/but where
im form ur known as a fake nigga/dont make me have to put
sum holes in ya liva/y?because ur any old begga/everywhere u
go ur known as a
bredda/sayin dat ur heavy when u lighter dan a feather/ u merk me narr u cud
neva/coz i will catch
u in ur manner myt hav to hold u up with a hammer/leave a
few blood stains in ya bandanna/anna take ur girlfriend called
anna/coz u sayin
dat u bronx but ur more lyk a hanger/how u drive a top car when u drive a
banger/stop tellin people
how ur a slanger/coz im da real kaneri wolf/u can gun
my face talk about my skin but ive had more gurlz dan u/u can say
dat im shit
hate da way dat i spit but ive merked more ravez dan u/so no matter wot u say
ill still spray and no da
im betta dan u/while we got strapz and u aint got jak
and u no datz tru... standerd
kaneriwolf
Bitch best believe it when i say piru is serial killin
Death is what im bringin, stabbin
ya face with a knife covered in jism
Attacking ya family like a fuckin doberman let loose
ill slice ya fuckin nerves
out and hang u wit a noose
Crushing ya fucking bones with a hammer in my pocket
I'll bash ya fuckin body with water,
and make mud out ya carcuss
I'll kidnap your children and smash their faces in
I'll make them feel pain, they'll be
dazed thinkin they dreamin
I'll slice their fuckin necks open , and piss in the hole
Im brutally the illest mutha fucka,
and ill stab u up cold
Ill make ya witness the pains that life has to offer
piru
Yo im tha real solja im quick wit my fist and grenades//u step to me
ill have ur ass laid//ima
young gun recognize son//I have hundreds in my pocket
while u savin them ones//im so sick wit it i got my own custom made
hoodies//when
i get done with u u will be singin my goodies//ill give u some
advice ffreestylin aint ur thing//u need to do somethin
else like learn how to
sing//
{YG}YoungGunlCBNl
I spit hot game to ruin all the niggaz i can mention//Once you go up
against me u betta be ready for some lyricall detention//YOu
niggaz be pissin me
off with ya Fake "Glocker" uhs//Drama aside nigga this ain a soap "operahh"//Yea
i reppped underkillaz
and chilled with a biter//Now im reppin knu, and im still
a street fighter//Yall hoes be fakin, and u jus gettin sleezier//This
bitch dro
thinks he runs this game//But once he meets flo, he gon' have some shit to
tame//Coz ima 2 step to the right
and lyrically massacre you//Tape you to a
train track and give you 32 shots in da head//Leave a nigga lyin there, simply
dead
FLO
Shit, niggaz never wanna battle me// I have em ramblin, talkin like an
untrained Parakee// you more useless
than an uncut pair of keys// fuck around I
leave you messed up worse than a paraple-jick// My flow so sick I got
dem
throwing up, cuz of it// Everytime I spit, Its kinda like the world split//
Heaven N hell meet in da midle
there where WORD Sit// and I shit more, that a
fat whore, In an all u can eat -buffet- store// Im hardcore, much
more, then
them fake niggaz who never dunt know what its like to dive through your front
door, while anotha nigga shoots
up your porch// And the POPO wont do shit cuz
you shot at them b4// So they just laugh and shake it off like
it was nuttin//
Till you take the law in your hands like yo nine and start bustin// Start
cussin the lords name,
Screamin I aint playin//Its all the same// Were all goin
to hell ne way//
another day, In jail wont make a difference//
shit Im lookin forward to spendin
my life in prison// Id rather have a crusifiction, than spend my life fixxing
what
I fucked up 4myself// But fuck it, My names WordPerfect, peace out, Im
out!//
WordPerfect($CB)
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