Land of the dead

$outh $ouljah · 09-11-2006, 01:59 PM

This land is full of dead rappers, talkin bout the same money, drugs nd girls, they need to meet my nigga clapper//
Ye my nigga clapper is my brain, it works betta than most of these, that is the 1's that always talkin the same//
Walkin around nd see brain spilled on the floor, they aint been hit up, but they cant take embarrasment no more//
They seen me comin, knowin im gon finish em off, dam right nigga i killed u in ma first hit nd i was only goin soft//
Harder nd harder as i become known, no homo, do this shit like 50 nd put the whole rap game in the chokehold//

This land is full of dead bangers, shit .... i can twist u up with 1 hand like u a wire coat hanger//
Now im walkin by nd i see ur hands on the floor, u cant internet rap nigga so wot the fuck u need em for//
Desperate for help as ur fallin, now im comin up, look at u pussy u just plain bawlin// <<(cryin not bball)
I cant go hatin on audio's just yet, i aint got a mic or shit, but u best watch out wen im set//
Spittin pure fire but u can say im cold, ima keep spittin new shit coz $outh $ouljah dont do old//

This land is full of dead snitches, fuck the police, fuck the haters nd fuck the bitches//
Family n me are the only ppl i can trust, non of the above, shit... never mind if i must//
This time i see ur body as i pass by, ive took all ur tops off wiv this non stop heat, ye thats why//
Naw, maybe uve killed urself in hated shame, mad at urselves coz u let this real nigga take all the fame//

All these parts around, i'll bury these niggas beneath the ground, this motherfuckin talent is wot ive found//

This land is full of dead lovers, there are sum real niggas that hav lost out n aint got no mothers//
Keep it real nd keep it reppin, uve been through real pain but bitches still best watch where u steppin//
My cuz takin a bullet to the head is most my pain, them fhags still livin, all im waitin on is a name//
Lookin around i see ur arms.. legs and head, followed by all ur whak lyrics floatin in a sea of red//
3 parts that u couldnt use to get tha crown, ur face/head was only gd to laugh at your upset frown//

This land is full of dead beats, stuntin over the internet, nigga shut up and eat ma heat//
Naw this aint a diss this is called warning shots, not aimed at any1, but showin u wot i got//
Body parts runnin, just runnin.... nd this shot shows ive been gunnin.... str8 gunnin//

Anyway as i walk by i take a quick glance at ur feet, dam...u a size 5 nigga u aint heat//
But u could use them to run away from this deafeat, *clik clak* i think thats about this land complete//

$outh $ouljah · 09-11-2006, 05:55 PM

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09-11-2006, 01:59 PM	#1
$outh $ouljah Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: Moss-Side © Posts: 511 Repped: 0 Repped 11 Times in 10 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 0 Times in 0 Posts	Land of the dead Land of the dead This land is full of dead rappers, talkin bout the same money, drugs nd girls, they need to meet my nigga clapper// Ye my nigga clapper is my brain, it works betta than most of these, that is the 1's that always talkin the same// Walkin around nd see brain spilled on the floor, they aint been hit up, but they cant take embarrasment no more// They seen me comin, knowin im gon finish em off, dam right nigga i killed u in ma first hit nd i was only goin soft// Harder nd harder as i become known, no homo, do this shit like 50 nd put the whole rap game in the chokehold// This land is full of dead bangers, shit .... i can twist u up with 1 hand like u a wire coat hanger// Now im walkin by nd i see ur hands on the floor, u cant internet rap nigga so wot the fuck u need em for// Desperate for help as ur fallin, now im comin up, look at u pussy u just plain bawlin// <<(cryin not bball) I cant go hatin on audio's just yet, i aint got a mic or shit, but u best watch out wen im set// Spittin pure fire but u can say im cold, ima keep spittin new shit coz $outh $ouljah dont do old// This land is full of dead snitches, fuck the police, fuck the haters nd fuck the bitches// Family n me are the only ppl i can trust, non of the above, shit... never mind if i must// This time i see ur body as i pass by, ive took all ur tops off wiv this non stop heat, ye thats why// Naw, maybe uve killed urself in hated shame, mad at urselves coz u let this real nigga take all the fame// All these parts around, i'll bury these niggas beneath the ground, this motherfuckin talent is wot ive found// This land is full of dead lovers, there are sum real niggas that hav lost out n aint got no mothers// Keep it real nd keep it reppin, uve been through real pain but bitches still best watch where u steppin// My cuz takin a bullet to the head is most my pain, them fhags still livin, all im waitin on is a name// Lookin around i see ur arms.. legs and head, followed by all ur whak lyrics floatin in a sea of red// 3 parts that u couldnt use to get tha crown, ur face/head was only gd to laugh at your upset frown// This land is full of dead beats, stuntin over the internet, nigga shut up and eat ma heat// Naw this aint a diss this is called warning shots, not aimed at any1, but showin u wot i got// Body parts runnin, just runnin.... nd this shot shows ive been gunnin.... str8 gunnin// Anyway as i walk by i take a quick glance at ur feet, dam...u a size 5 nigga u aint heat// But u could use them to run away from this deafeat, clik clak i think thats about this land complete//

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09-11-2006, 05:55 PM	#2
$outh $ouljah Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: Moss-Side © Posts: 511 Repped: 0 Repped 11 Times in 10 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 0 Times in 0 Posts	up fo feed :o