hans1992

mic's i'm smashin n net-cred attackin
spit arson wit rapid fire, u're playin draw wit a dragon
nerve rackin, in person i'll commence to back smackin
have ya bones crackin soundin like da river dance tappin
call u 'tinactin' how u on da net 'tough actin'
nah... if i ain't mistakin u wanted quick elevation
interrupt ya gay masterbation wit a scene from wes craven
awoke from da coma n still mic testin, must be DeATH dat u cravin
i'm not a 'slug' u can't kill me wit ya hatin n 'salt shakin'
mad cause when i hit u wit bars da whole net lean like ya slanted verses
'dismantle ya body' n 'shake up ya afterlife' like 'drolics on hearses'
flatline someone betta hire him new nerses
i'm 'rippin' dis flamin fag like 'cheap purses'
fuck dat nigga i'm keepin it goin like 'sentences dat run on'
dat's 'no period' but since u insist here's a 'pad' to put on *
dis ain't a war but i'm down in da trenches
use my rhymes as ammunition n fill u wit more holes dan metal fences
BP i know dis ya'll boy but it's time i left dis vet slain
no playin dis time, rhymes flood ya brain like methane
friends votin 4 friends, dick ridin it seems a trend on dis ship
time to break up da monotony like a hard dick between virgin lips