some ill shit tell me what you think

immortaltech · 07-30-2006, 11:15 PM

im tired of fasius basterds tryin to put me in the casket this flow i mastered it and most you rappers is counterfeit,
i spit reality and shit that i see broke families livin out in the streets
we got babies thrown in trash cans daily by some cracked out ladies
who slit they wrist and suck dick for a fix
im tired of racism and rape victums and sick mothafuckas who strangle women
its fuckin sick what this worlds become its proposterous millions of foster kids with no food to eat niggaz is dyin daily forever asleep
sent to jesus christ as the virgin sacrafise im tryin to do right
but the path is narrow stuck in this war with pharros
i never once followed the rules concluding my expaditions dazed and confused
but my feseke resembles the sun spittin fire leavin everything thats close burned to none
with limetless temptation pre-emt exageration that altered your education wich lead to your termination
im tired of you sayin that your the best when your intelect in no way compares to mine
im a felon and youve never even comit a small crime i was a fuckin phetus that was aborted,
ressurected into the next rap jordan
so when i write ryhmes im definitly the bomb at that,
i cant sleep insomniac,
holdin all types of gats when i close my eyelids breifly
other niggaz eyes is sowed shut beneath me
my rhymes are amazing your rhymes are shit like feses
puffin chebba
alone stuck in the dark, weapon of choice a meat clever
its like god tranfers his thoughts mentaly and im the reciever
what i spit could make satin himself a beleiver
livin under canserous fevers
my palms is sweaty
thinkin about my death so i grab a machette
im ready
for any mothafuckin challange ahead of me
i dont give a fuck about your money its only bread to me
and you dead to me
im fuckin sick and nothin can cure me includin kemo therpy
ive never been to jail and i refuse to go,
you wanna know when im commin trust me bitch youll know
and the weed i got not even profffesors could grow
im a pshycotic mothafucka your lucky if you survive
fuck the death shit ill skip it and burry alive
u think you can beat me you represent the million that tried
and in all of my rhymes i never once lied
the way i manuver my words
and spit the future cause what i say usualy occours
its like an impotent mothafucka tryin to plant a seed but you cant get shit up out it
and next time you think of challengin me, mothafucka think about it

-SS-12345 · 07-30-2006, 11:21 PM

Yo That Was Aight, But Your Flow Wasn't So Good, Keep At It.. BTW- Can you Leave Feed On my Free Called "Keystyle" Stay Up 1

07-30-2006, 11:15 PM	#1
immortaltech Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 796 Repped: 257 Repped 14 Times in 8 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 0 Times in 0 Posts	some ill shit tell me what you think some ill shit tell me what you think im tired of fasius basterds tryin to put me in the casket this flow i mastered it and most you rappers is counterfeit, i spit reality and shit that i see broke families livin out in the streets we got babies thrown in trash cans daily by some cracked out ladies who slit they wrist and suck dick for a fix im tired of racism and rape victums and sick mothafuckas who strangle women its fuckin sick what this worlds become its proposterous millions of foster kids with no food to eat niggaz is dyin daily forever asleep sent to jesus christ as the virgin sacrafise im tryin to do right but the path is narrow stuck in this war with pharros i never once followed the rules concluding my expaditions dazed and confused but my feseke resembles the sun spittin fire leavin everything thats close burned to none with limetless temptation pre-emt exageration that altered your education wich lead to your termination im tired of you sayin that your the best when your intelect in no way compares to mine im a felon and youve never even comit a small crime i was a fuckin phetus that was aborted, ressurected into the next rap jordan so when i write ryhmes im definitly the bomb at that, i cant sleep insomniac, holdin all types of gats when i close my eyelids breifly other niggaz eyes is sowed shut beneath me my rhymes are amazing your rhymes are shit like feses puffin chebba alone stuck in the dark, weapon of choice a meat clever its like god tranfers his thoughts mentaly and im the reciever what i spit could make satin himself a beleiver livin under canserous fevers my palms is sweaty thinkin about my death so i grab a machette im ready for any mothafuckin challange ahead of me i dont give a fuck about your money its only bread to me and you dead to me im fuckin sick and nothin can cure me includin kemo therpy ive never been to jail and i refuse to go, you wanna know when im commin trust me bitch youll know and the weed i got not even profffesors could grow im a pshycotic mothafucka your lucky if you survive fuck the death shit ill skip it and burry alive u think you can beat me you represent the million that tried and in all of my rhymes i never once lied the way i manuver my words and spit the future cause what i say usualy occours its like an impotent mothafucka tryin to plant a seed but you cant get shit up out it and next time you think of challengin me, mothafucka think about it

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07-30-2006, 11:21 PM	#2
-SS-12345 ~Grimy~Lyrical~Kingz~ Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 858 Repped: 34 Repped 14 Times in 11 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 0 Times in 0 Posts	Yo That Was Aight, But Your Flow Wasn't So Good, Keep At It.. BTW- Can you Leave Feed On my Free Called "Keystyle" Stay Up 1