CONTEST... Drop ya hottest shit part.2
- Thread starter x-kalibur
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I'm comin' off hard like an erection, this is tha cut like a sesection, so can you invision, tha massive incision, slycin' you, dicin' you like a cucumber, you-slumber, permanetly like a tatoo, yeah-foo, we put tha smash down for tha westside, when we hit your block you best-ride, but if you do you might as well announce your death-ta-day, like Ashma, we'll for surely take your breath-ah-way, so take a chance, just bring it, lets meet at high-noon, that is, if you want to die-soon, this is do-or-die, just between you-and-I, letz do it, you can be my next victum, as I let my shotz sick-um, willin'-ta-sin, killin'-ta-win, is my-code, sayin' I wouldn't ride, but I-rode...
2 by 2
The Doc is In with a Devilish Grin/
Commite Sin after Sin and watch the onslaught begin/
Demonic Devil Devices/
Used to burn sixes onto your irises/
Viruses and Sickness rage rampant/
Like an aids infested infant/
Witness The siccness from a short distance/
Little Duece wants proof of lyrical supremecy/
Evidently his minds empty/
Because he cant think of words to combat me/
Putrid punk primate another fool to eliminate/
Debate whos best while ya catch to dueces to the chest/
Epidemic
The Doc is In with a Devilish Grin/
Commite Sin after Sin and watch the onslaught begin/
Demonic Devil Devices/
Used to burn sixes onto your irises/
Viruses and Sickness rage rampant/
Like an aids infested infant/
Witness The siccness from a short distance/
Little Duece wants proof of lyrical supremecy/
Evidently his minds empty/
Because he cant think of words to combat me/
Putrid punk primate another fool to eliminate/
Debate whos best while ya catch to dueces to the chest/
Epidemic
Last thing I recorded...
My verse soon to be released on the Undercaste Mixtape Vol.1 -
I'm that chunky rubatunsky clockin' in at Four-Fifty/
Morbidly Obese, Release heat like your Chimney/
Quickly introduce my self to you as The Fridge/
So Big that I could use your Throwback as a Bib/
While I'm eating your ribs, dipped in Barbecue Sauce/
What you wanna do, boss? Harborview takes Blue Cross/
So step to bat or accept the fact the best is back/
Don't test the track, I'll set your ass to where your neck be at/
Respect the fat, I'm stealth with Scare Tactics/
I'll bomb your backyard and eat your Care Package/
I Lock and I Load, because Practice Makes Perfect/
You got a Frog in yer Throat, like you been suckin' off Kermit/
I start rockin' the boat and Worlds Spin into a Whirlwind/
I'm leavin' you believin' you were speakin' to Verbal Kint/
Don't ask questions, I be killin' 'em softly.../
Just ask Mr. Kobayashi, when you're finished with your Coffee/
Deja Vu in round two - then it's Back to the Basics/
deja vu in Round Two - like a Glitch in the Matrix/
I spit in your faces, (spit sound) tastes like Pork Chop/
You are going Bananas, Dildos and Corncobs/
Young bucks gon' fuck up Dumb fucks to Corpses/
Old cats don't hold back, just hide behind your Sources/
When you spend your time searchin' for the Fountain of Youth/
Get the fuck up out my way, I've got a Mountain to Move/
My verse soon to be released on the Undercaste Mixtape Vol.1 -
I'm that chunky rubatunsky clockin' in at Four-Fifty/
Morbidly Obese, Release heat like your Chimney/
Quickly introduce my self to you as The Fridge/
So Big that I could use your Throwback as a Bib/
While I'm eating your ribs, dipped in Barbecue Sauce/
What you wanna do, boss? Harborview takes Blue Cross/
So step to bat or accept the fact the best is back/
Don't test the track, I'll set your ass to where your neck be at/
Respect the fat, I'm stealth with Scare Tactics/
I'll bomb your backyard and eat your Care Package/
I Lock and I Load, because Practice Makes Perfect/
You got a Frog in yer Throat, like you been suckin' off Kermit/
I start rockin' the boat and Worlds Spin into a Whirlwind/
I'm leavin' you believin' you were speakin' to Verbal Kint/
Don't ask questions, I be killin' 'em softly.../
Just ask Mr. Kobayashi, when you're finished with your Coffee/
Deja Vu in round two - then it's Back to the Basics/
deja vu in Round Two - like a Glitch in the Matrix/
I spit in your faces, (spit sound) tastes like Pork Chop/
You are going Bananas, Dildos and Corncobs/
Young bucks gon' fuck up Dumb fucks to Corpses/
Old cats don't hold back, just hide behind your Sources/
When you spend your time searchin' for the Fountain of Youth/
Get the fuck up out my way, I've got a Mountain to Move/
i got recipe's to cook these wack text-MC's/
leave em wit limbs fallin off like they caught lepracy/
im countin-scrill, if u had an ounce-of-skill i could hardly-tell/
im a 'hitman' , u gon be askin Mr. C not to 'diminish ya crew' like RBL/
you marked for death, what the fuck u thinkin walkin-around?/
its crackin like pop-rocks, kids wanna hop-scotch cuz all u are is chalk-on-the-ground/
why try when i can half-ass a verse wit a tite-hook/
and make more cash then you could off all the raps in ya rhyme-book/
im 5th gear on the mash wit the gas-full-throttle/
and if its beef you get ya 'cap popped' like an open 'snapple-bottle'/
and if im in the cypher rippin u better not enter-it-man/
cant compete cuz ya 'papers not comin' like a 'printer-thats-jammed'/
i just wrote this it only took a couple minutes i dont expect to win
leave em wit limbs fallin off like they caught lepracy/
im countin-scrill, if u had an ounce-of-skill i could hardly-tell/
im a 'hitman' , u gon be askin Mr. C not to 'diminish ya crew' like RBL/
you marked for death, what the fuck u thinkin walkin-around?/
its crackin like pop-rocks, kids wanna hop-scotch cuz all u are is chalk-on-the-ground/
why try when i can half-ass a verse wit a tite-hook/
and make more cash then you could off all the raps in ya rhyme-book/
im 5th gear on the mash wit the gas-full-throttle/
and if its beef you get ya 'cap popped' like an open 'snapple-bottle'/
and if im in the cypher rippin u better not enter-it-man/
cant compete cuz ya 'papers not comin' like a 'printer-thats-jammed'/
i just wrote this it only took a couple minutes i dont expect to win
a recent one
strait from the source -
comin from the mouth of madness
a mutha fucka creatin music just like magic//
wrote a couple flows gettin blowed in the cadillac with 2tragic-
now im back on the mic witta glass of cognac and some cannabis//
im never second guessin myself like can the public handle tdhis?
at times the methods can be scandolous but i mass produce my manifest//
rollin with my savages - defeatin all weak challenges//
pushin beats like weight i gone and tipped ya balances//
like misdirection my goals to throw ya off track//
dont gotta floss; a mental case, told ya suckas that the boss back..
hit the track burnin dual exhuast minus tops rollin gloss black//
now what it cost? to get you mutha fuckas off my nut sack//
smokin too much chronic now my lungs black, rippin drippin hot wax
crippin hip hop fans cop stacks and never talk back
cuz they crackin king shit up in they walk mans//
like man fuck pop bands i play em bout as often as the glock jams//
now who got plans of goin soft- i gotta hot scam/
cuz i want diamonds planted in my watch band//
strait from the source -
comin from the mouth of madness
a mutha fucka creatin music just like magic//
wrote a couple flows gettin blowed in the cadillac with 2tragic-
now im back on the mic witta glass of cognac and some cannabis//
im never second guessin myself like can the public handle tdhis?
at times the methods can be scandolous but i mass produce my manifest//
rollin with my savages - defeatin all weak challenges//
pushin beats like weight i gone and tipped ya balances//
like misdirection my goals to throw ya off track//
dont gotta floss; a mental case, told ya suckas that the boss back..
hit the track burnin dual exhuast minus tops rollin gloss black//
now what it cost? to get you mutha fuckas off my nut sack//
smokin too much chronic now my lungs black, rippin drippin hot wax
crippin hip hop fans cop stacks and never talk back
cuz they crackin king shit up in they walk mans//
like man fuck pop bands i play em bout as often as the glock jams//
now who got plans of goin soft- i gotta hot scam/
cuz i want diamonds planted in my watch band//
"SAVAGE ACTIONZ"
I'VE FOREVER BEEN HARD, NEVER A MARK//
LOCCED UP WIT A VEST AND A WETTER TA SPARK//
SOON AS I ENTER THA PARK PEOPLE START SCATTERIN//
AFRAID OF THA PAIN WHEN THEY BRAINZ START SPLATTERIN//
I'LL DO IT, THATZ A FACT, I GRAB THA GAT AND PUT 2 IN THA BACK YA HAT//
IMA SAVAGE CAT SO STAND CLEAR//
80% MAN HERE, THA OTHER TWENTY IS CANNED BEER//
AND SACKZ OF BOMB IM SNACKIN ON FAKE MC'S PUTTIN OUT THA WACKEST SONGZ//
IM BLASTIN ON U WANNABE'Z ACTIN LIKE SIRCUT//
RAPPIN BUT U WACK AND U WORDLESS//
IM LAUGHIN AT UR SHIT CUZ U SUCK AT RAP//
GIVE IT UP DOGG, SHUT YA TRAP!
SUMTHIN SHORT ON SHORT NOTICE
I'VE FOREVER BEEN HARD, NEVER A MARK//
LOCCED UP WIT A VEST AND A WETTER TA SPARK//
SOON AS I ENTER THA PARK PEOPLE START SCATTERIN//
AFRAID OF THA PAIN WHEN THEY BRAINZ START SPLATTERIN//
I'LL DO IT, THATZ A FACT, I GRAB THA GAT AND PUT 2 IN THA BACK YA HAT//
IMA SAVAGE CAT SO STAND CLEAR//
80% MAN HERE, THA OTHER TWENTY IS CANNED BEER//
AND SACKZ OF BOMB IM SNACKIN ON FAKE MC'S PUTTIN OUT THA WACKEST SONGZ//
IM BLASTIN ON U WANNABE'Z ACTIN LIKE SIRCUT//
RAPPIN BUT U WACK AND U WORDLESS//
IM LAUGHIN AT UR SHIT CUZ U SUCK AT RAP//
GIVE IT UP DOGG, SHUT YA TRAP!
SUMTHIN SHORT ON SHORT NOTICE
Garcy Vega
da kid been ducking the feds
fuck a durag, the gat is the only thing that's stuck to ya head
for a bitch, I ain't never payed a buck for the head
payed $5 for the puss, everytime that I push
see them shots hticha man hard, and da kid in ya girl pussy every single month like a tampod
no question, I'ma blow in this game
cuz I know I spit fire cuz my flow is a flame
got beef, talk cheap, I'ma show you the flame
liable of letting off shots, blow off ya brain
got chicks from 'cross the state, they know what's the name
sell bricks for the cake to get more of that 'caine
a pimp, so damm right I get more than just brains
I'm not hot, but I am, it's just hard to explain
garcy vega never slacking, my squad is the same
I'ma never give it up, I'm working hard for the fame
i wrote this like in 10 minutes. nuttin special...
da kid been ducking the feds
fuck a durag, the gat is the only thing that's stuck to ya head
for a bitch, I ain't never payed a buck for the head
payed $5 for the puss, everytime that I push
see them shots hticha man hard, and da kid in ya girl pussy every single month like a tampod
no question, I'ma blow in this game
cuz I know I spit fire cuz my flow is a flame
got beef, talk cheap, I'ma show you the flame
liable of letting off shots, blow off ya brain
got chicks from 'cross the state, they know what's the name
sell bricks for the cake to get more of that 'caine
a pimp, so damm right I get more than just brains
I'm not hot, but I am, it's just hard to explain
garcy vega never slacking, my squad is the same
I'ma never give it up, I'm working hard for the fame
i wrote this like in 10 minutes. nuttin special...
THIS ISN'T MY HOTTEST SHIT, BUT I'M NOT DONE WITH THE VERSE THAT WOULD FADE THIS ONE EASILY. SOME OF Y'ALL HAVE SEEN THE FIRST FEW BARS OF THIS BEFORE, BUT NO ONE HAS SEEN THE REST I DON'T THINK...FUCK IT HERE IT IS.....
I'M STARING AT A WASHINGTON, DIME AND FOUR LINCOLNS
IT MAKES NO SENSE TO BE BROKE HOMEBOY BUT I'M THINKIN
EACH CENT REPRESENTS A PERCENT, WHILE I'M SPEAKING
BY THE TIME YOU HEAR THE END OF THE LINE YA BRAIN'S LEAKING/
YOU WANNA CALL US BUSTAZ BUT G.U.N. GAVE US ANOTHER REASON
WE KEEP THE STEEL STEAMIN, PACK .45'S AND KICK TEETH IN
IF Y'ALL WANNA KEEP TALKIN TO FEDS YOU'LL KEEP BLEEDIN
THAT'S 114% WE AIN'T LEAVIN/
I'LL BE LEATHAL TO THEIR FREAKS
AND I'LL FEED EM DISEASED SEMEN
WHEN I CREEP UP IN THE EVENING
I GIVE EVIL A NEW MEANING/
I BEEN REPPIN NORTHERN CALI-
EVER SINCE I BEGAN TEETHING
CAUSE ALL I REALLY KNEW BEFORE THAT-
WAS SLEEPING AND EATING/
I'LL BRING TERROR TO YOUR REGION
BUT NOT LIKE MID-EAST HEATHENS
MY ADIDAS PUT YOUR FACE TO THE STREET
LIKE IT'S THE RODNEY KING BEATING/
NO SUCH THING AS SECOND CHANCES WHEN IT'S DEEP INTO FUNK SEASON
LOOKS LIKE A CRIME SCENE IN MY TRUNK WITH ALL OF THE PUNKS SQUEEZED IN/
I CAN'T JUST CONFESS WHAT I'VE DONE TO SOME PRIEST
I NEED JESUS
HE TAKES ALL THE WEIGHT OFF MY CHEST AND RELIEVES ME/
I STRESS, LOYALTY AND UNITY FOR MY TEAM MATES
WE'LL BE THE BEST AND CONSIDERED ROYALTY ON EACH STREET DATE
I'VE BEEN DOWN LIKE 4 FLAT TIRES SO I CALL MY BIRTHDAY MY DEFLATE
AND I'LL BE DEEP INTO THIS GAME UNTIL I'M A CREMATE////
I'M STARING AT A WASHINGTON, DIME AND FOUR LINCOLNS
IT MAKES NO SENSE TO BE BROKE HOMEBOY BUT I'M THINKIN
EACH CENT REPRESENTS A PERCENT, WHILE I'M SPEAKING
BY THE TIME YOU HEAR THE END OF THE LINE YA BRAIN'S LEAKING/
YOU WANNA CALL US BUSTAZ BUT G.U.N. GAVE US ANOTHER REASON
WE KEEP THE STEEL STEAMIN, PACK .45'S AND KICK TEETH IN
IF Y'ALL WANNA KEEP TALKIN TO FEDS YOU'LL KEEP BLEEDIN
THAT'S 114% WE AIN'T LEAVIN/
I'LL BE LEATHAL TO THEIR FREAKS
AND I'LL FEED EM DISEASED SEMEN
WHEN I CREEP UP IN THE EVENING
I GIVE EVIL A NEW MEANING/
I BEEN REPPIN NORTHERN CALI-
EVER SINCE I BEGAN TEETHING
CAUSE ALL I REALLY KNEW BEFORE THAT-
WAS SLEEPING AND EATING/
I'LL BRING TERROR TO YOUR REGION
BUT NOT LIKE MID-EAST HEATHENS
MY ADIDAS PUT YOUR FACE TO THE STREET
LIKE IT'S THE RODNEY KING BEATING/
NO SUCH THING AS SECOND CHANCES WHEN IT'S DEEP INTO FUNK SEASON
LOOKS LIKE A CRIME SCENE IN MY TRUNK WITH ALL OF THE PUNKS SQUEEZED IN/
I CAN'T JUST CONFESS WHAT I'VE DONE TO SOME PRIEST
I NEED JESUS
HE TAKES ALL THE WEIGHT OFF MY CHEST AND RELIEVES ME/
I STRESS, LOYALTY AND UNITY FOR MY TEAM MATES
WE'LL BE THE BEST AND CONSIDERED ROYALTY ON EACH STREET DATE
I'VE BEEN DOWN LIKE 4 FLAT TIRES SO I CALL MY BIRTHDAY MY DEFLATE
AND I'LL BE DEEP INTO THIS GAME UNTIL I'M A CREMATE////
peep game folks
no love for these haters so im showin misanthropy
in the street with my heat im causin a catastrophe
like world war three
some wannabe g tried to test me
like when my p.o makes me pea
so now im bombin like asamin bin ladin
till i leave em unconcious like a fifth of gin and a hand full of viccadin
mad cause your girl speadin her legs like butter on toast
u cant see me on the mic im a ghost
twist up the blunt then roast
representin till the finish line that northside west coast
where we spit rhymes that desinigrate
all my enemies i anialate
we mob with the pursuit to infiltrate
creep inside your crib and examinate
anything i can get a bill or more for im gonna confescate
doin dirt all over cali i contaminate
its pistol the one they love to hate
when theres funk i assasinate never procrastinate
hit me up on the pm if yall was feelin my bars if not fuck it
no love for these haters so im showin misanthropy
in the street with my heat im causin a catastrophe
like world war three
some wannabe g tried to test me
like when my p.o makes me pea
so now im bombin like asamin bin ladin
till i leave em unconcious like a fifth of gin and a hand full of viccadin
mad cause your girl speadin her legs like butter on toast
u cant see me on the mic im a ghost
twist up the blunt then roast
representin till the finish line that northside west coast
where we spit rhymes that desinigrate
all my enemies i anialate
we mob with the pursuit to infiltrate
creep inside your crib and examinate
anything i can get a bill or more for im gonna confescate
doin dirt all over cali i contaminate
its pistol the one they love to hate
when theres funk i assasinate never procrastinate
hit me up on the pm if yall was feelin my bars if not fuck it
2 straps, 1 bullet, and some bloody burgandy~
spittin this shit at ya earlobes, like you neva heard of me~
1 dead, 2 to go, left'um bleedin, screamin all while i'm cursin~
STFU bitch!, thas 2 mo i'm dispersin~
hot shells, this ain't the matrix, they do no reversin~
like i'ma fall for the beggin fo mercy~
embrace yo death, cuzz i'm the only thing worse see~
i gotta newfound love, and a unsound mind~
completely unstable cranium, yo insides realigned~
shit gets durty, niggas get dealt~
tighten up on this muthafucka like my fat auntie's garter belt~
raw nigga, the power to move~
soon as that lip open, it's yo face i'ma remove~
call it quits, betta check if you next to me~
factor IX, it's a clotting disorder...hemophilia B~
kaotic, post apocolypse, hit yo hood, like a military operation~
consider it guilt by association~
"another bitch nigga dead" said the doc...postmortem examination~
i know you stunded nigga, this ain't no misinterpretation~
i was fuckin hungry...my reason for elimination~
anticlimactic, thas yo ineffective tactics~
i'm all up in yo AZZ, like Mr. Marcus magnum sized prophylactics~
assult yo artillery, battlefield manifested~
and when you look, thats my dick yo bitch just ingested~
i just verbally blessed it...
damn...i know you gotta feel used or molested~
nigga ain't no talkin, ain't no public debate~
gott'em fallin like the chinese infant mortality rate~
S.L.A.B. the crooked, can't no nigga win this~
then it's just u, yo bitch...and here's a bucket to piss~
out
spittin this shit at ya earlobes, like you neva heard of me~
1 dead, 2 to go, left'um bleedin, screamin all while i'm cursin~
STFU bitch!, thas 2 mo i'm dispersin~
hot shells, this ain't the matrix, they do no reversin~
like i'ma fall for the beggin fo mercy~
embrace yo death, cuzz i'm the only thing worse see~
i gotta newfound love, and a unsound mind~
completely unstable cranium, yo insides realigned~
shit gets durty, niggas get dealt~
tighten up on this muthafucka like my fat auntie's garter belt~
raw nigga, the power to move~
soon as that lip open, it's yo face i'ma remove~
call it quits, betta check if you next to me~
factor IX, it's a clotting disorder...hemophilia B~
kaotic, post apocolypse, hit yo hood, like a military operation~
consider it guilt by association~
"another bitch nigga dead" said the doc...postmortem examination~
i know you stunded nigga, this ain't no misinterpretation~
i was fuckin hungry...my reason for elimination~
anticlimactic, thas yo ineffective tactics~
i'm all up in yo AZZ, like Mr. Marcus magnum sized prophylactics~
assult yo artillery, battlefield manifested~
and when you look, thats my dick yo bitch just ingested~
i just verbally blessed it...
damn...i know you gotta feel used or molested~
nigga ain't no talkin, ain't no public debate~
gott'em fallin like the chinese infant mortality rate~
S.L.A.B. the crooked, can't no nigga win this~
then it's just u, yo bitch...and here's a bucket to piss~
out