Week 2... Fatal v. Da Robber
- Thread starter MrDontGIVEaFUCK
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Well Here it is hoes.
Fatal Huh ha
Ill fatally wound ya/
Cut off ya feet like Kunta/
Kinta my lyrics spray like chrome 380's/
Then I make you my slave like the 1880's/
Have ya workin the street /
Walkin with high heels on ya feet/
And if ya talk back just like this contest youll get beat/
Mess up the concrete/
When I stomp ya brains with cleats/
Ya blood leaks like my dick secreats/
On ya girls butt cheeks/
It will take weeks for Fatal to be found/
Sprayed on the street layed in the ground/
Just because you and ya hoes wanna trip/
Keep wolfin as I get a grip/
On the pistol listen close as the bullet whistle and you slip/
Into that world of flames and brimstone/
Shouldnt fuck with the RObber written on ya tombstone/
Off homegrown have ya life depleatin like the O-Zone/
You'll win because ya boys votes when In reality Iam better/
Flip quotes while throats get slit/
Fatal Flow like a hoe talkin shit/
My lyrics slap ya up like tina/
Turn the switch Kill this bitch/
Fatal aint in no Mob but since he claim RED he STILL A SLOB/
LOb grenades threw ya window/
As you and your fake flow goes up in smoke like indo/
YOu flow I dont think so DOnt blink though/
Murderous madman puttin Fatal in garbage can/
Iam the man hoe dont you know/
Its almost the end of this session/
A go forward while your regression/
Like A college student learnin a Kindergarden lession/
SO you should keep the name fatal/
Because when Iam threw you ll be pissin on a corner table/
WHere you now reside/
Victim of the RObbers lyrical Homicide..........
Let the Votes be fixed I mean begin
THE ROBBER
Fatal Huh ha
Ill fatally wound ya/
Cut off ya feet like Kunta/
Kinta my lyrics spray like chrome 380's/
Then I make you my slave like the 1880's/
Have ya workin the street /
Walkin with high heels on ya feet/
And if ya talk back just like this contest youll get beat/
Mess up the concrete/
When I stomp ya brains with cleats/
Ya blood leaks like my dick secreats/
On ya girls butt cheeks/
It will take weeks for Fatal to be found/
Sprayed on the street layed in the ground/
Just because you and ya hoes wanna trip/
Keep wolfin as I get a grip/
On the pistol listen close as the bullet whistle and you slip/
Into that world of flames and brimstone/
Shouldnt fuck with the RObber written on ya tombstone/
Off homegrown have ya life depleatin like the O-Zone/
You'll win because ya boys votes when In reality Iam better/
Flip quotes while throats get slit/
Fatal Flow like a hoe talkin shit/
My lyrics slap ya up like tina/
Turn the switch Kill this bitch/
Fatal aint in no Mob but since he claim RED he STILL A SLOB/
LOb grenades threw ya window/
As you and your fake flow goes up in smoke like indo/
YOu flow I dont think so DOnt blink though/
Murderous madman puttin Fatal in garbage can/
Iam the man hoe dont you know/
Its almost the end of this session/
A go forward while your regression/
Like A college student learnin a Kindergarden lession/
SO you should keep the name fatal/
Because when Iam threw you ll be pissin on a corner table/
WHere you now reside/
Victim of the RObbers lyrical Homicide..........
Let the Votes be fixed I mean begin
THE ROBBER
firzt off you ignorant piece of monkey shyt, you can stop tryna ACT lyke you're a crip cuz nobody givez a fuck. if you knew anything about wut u THINK you claim, you'd know NORTE haz been around longer than any Blood or Crip. callin me a slob doeznt mean a damn thing cuz you're not insulting me, you're insulting Bloodz. i juzt had to point that out bcuz you are one dumb fuck.
az for tha second comment of yourz, it seemz az tho you already knew your shyt wuz far below myne, so you had to say sumthin to make it look lyke it wuz fixed. fuckin lame attempt at makin youself look better than you'll ever be.
PUTA.
az for tha second comment of yourz, it seemz az tho you already knew your shyt wuz far below myne, so you had to say sumthin to make it look lyke it wuz fixed. fuckin lame attempt at makin youself look better than you'll ever be.
PUTA.
