yall got me goin
i'll post two whole rhymes
ya'll cross dressin, lesbians, only wish you'd b-boys...
but you couldn't pop lock with a set of burglary toys/
I'm murdering noise, and ya purgery, proves to be rude
so you gettin castrated like a movie review/
i'll stir a place of murder rate upset ya fake aim
like oprah at a buffet, i'm always first to steak claim/
ya snakes still, so my whole puprose is to break will
and that's why moe got's more unneeded beef then faith hill/
have faith i'll stay a pain in ya neck, untill ya slice ya jugular vein
and smuggle remains, to a remote place for you to mutter in vane/
like dirt turns to mud in the rain, your blood transform ya
i'm stashin bodies like a senator from california/
ah man I had to warn ya, have no moral decay
i stay on the street, like peeps that ain't affordin the rates/
moe's droppin' wait on ya chest, like a flat breasted chick
it's disasterous shit, i'm bout as sav as it gets/
bad as the jects, anyone can talk on havin a tech
but how many throw they fists, when it happens to get/
a lil hectic, but fools if pathetic if ya ask me
i'm outta site like night time in a forest full of black trees/
relax please, cus i'm have to tax these wackcees
that aptly, step into my zone, and get they tracks squeezed/
to sediment, it's evident, that i obliverate foes
straight pimpin lines, like mack marches to liberate hoes/
incinerate better weed then anybody in your crew yo
ask GOD... i blow more smoke then pinatubo/
my vibe pierces metal through the chest like janet
my plan is turn ya to water like 8/10ths of our planet/
the rides intense, so expect to be, planted to ya seat,
like dinner for the obese, i'm phantom of the streets/
...insanity plea... quick sand or the sea
i git... fans in the street, and buy a mansion for peeps/
while you dancin to beats... that sound like hanson on speed
experience... a hardaway to life like anfreenees seed/
i know you candidly seek... another man to be freak
so you might as well just nail ya fuckin hands to ya feet/
that's nasty...
i fire off the top
like pepsi commercials, featuring the king of pop/
you do drugs? answers why you'd do this
smash ya head with speakers cus it's time to face the music/
ya clueless like i killed the parker brothers
and i'm a drop you on ya face like a young sean carters mother/
this is a battle i did against my potna in rhyme Kevvy Kev(for fun)
I got Kevvin gettin protection quicker then gays when aids came
this bitch couldn't chop it with me, cheerin the team at braves game/
listen he can't hang, with those played out punches plus his lines soft
should take a hint from Rygars audios, and just go sign off/
the lines crossed, so Kev - make like ya stealin third and go home
or I'll beat you blacker the Compton havin a leak up in it's o-zone/
moe's grown, u still wack, don't know how you keep ya neck poised
with ya head up in ya ass, like a faggot losin sex toys/
ya reps noise, straight gassin ya self, like a dentist hooked on nitrous
survive this, not even the slightest eye lid twitch you sit there lifeless/
took me under ya wing... wondering will he ever be as dope as kev
jockin my rhyme, this father of mine, couldn't say moe so just said WOW instead/
you hope to get my status, go back to college, leave the rhymes for me
used to be a pussy, and now say "nigga" every line you key/
ya life is reason enough, to leave your wrist slit, bleedin with cuts
speakin to bust, receivin a punch that shows that yo's not even enough/
I'm leavin you fucked, wishin you ducked when I sprayed with venemous spit
comptetive SHIT bitches drop quicker then a fat persons' enema drips/
end of the trip consequentive wins, oh wait a minute - ain't done that in years
and actin queer as Gatey, maybe you shouldn't even come back to here/
go back to where ya good, you shoulda stayed at Verbal Tacticals*
kick you around the world and prove that herbs are international/
you had to follow me, "I need to go where ever he gos"
while ya punches stretch farther then lycra when oprhas winfreys rockin speedos/
as ya speech slows, know you ain't beat moe, left shakin like Cassius Clay
dodged a beating cus I knew you'd like it, better thank god ya ass is gay/
and I'm tired of the spotlight, so if you win then I'll be glad fa' ya
cus ya names been on less peoples tongues then diet pills in africa/
