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  • #61
    yo short imma keep it short and sweet,
    fuck bushi & bobby your a waste of my heat.

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    • #62
      You’re a waste of my heat, so the flame I shall keep
      With quik feet I run this game, leave this lame in a heep
      Each line I reach a new peak, put u down, I grow steep
      I flow in leaps n bounds, yur like a cricket, cheep sounds
      While Onealien sends sublimes, when I spit I teach nouns
      That’s you, see how I twist each line, make u read em 2x’s
      I’ll attack ya, u fkin head scratcha, yur lyrically too blind
      To know I just came atcha, I’m in a whole class passed ya
      So go back n add em up, then gtfo, u can do the math after….

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      • #63
        do the math after, but u cant survive the aftermath or the hereafter
        in one bar u cant sound as wack but still all u provide is laughter...

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        • #64
          Laughters a very great thing, like everytime i spit,
          going deaf is a bad thing, like everytime i hear your shit.

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          • #65
            Originally posted by Celph Titled View Post
            yo short imma keep it short and sweet,
            fuck bushi & bobby your a waste of my heat.
            Originally posted by Celph Titled View Post
            Yo im sick of that tramp shit, that wack shit
            time for a throat to fuckin' rip,
            shoot his family & quickly dip,
            jah knows repeat be a bitch,
            take care of him with a clip,
            quick to cut his bottom lip,
            if i ever see the bitch slip,
            end his life like he a crip,
            this spit,
            better sink his last battle ship.
            Originally posted by Celph Titled View Post
            yo short imma keep it short and sweet,
            fuck bushi & bobby your a waste of my heat.
            Originally posted by Celph Titled View Post
            Laughters a very great thing, like everytime i spit,
            going deaf is a bad thing, like everytime i hear your shit.
            everytime i hear ya spit i think ive faced death
            you get wacker wit every single breath, ive worked THAT out mycelph
            fuck keepin this short and sweet, ima take yo ass to the street
            jus make sure when ya done u bow down to somehtin gr8er than u in defeat
            u jus a tattle bitch, watch me knock down YOUR battle ship
            ima be like PAC, while you just ricky hatton it,
            but its no BIGGIE,
            ima jus duck, dip, dodge and dive while u struggle to hit me
            your jus a celph titled rapper-don, watch me rip u open like poppadoms
            we agree on one thing doe, fuck mr "im to pussy to be nasty so now im bushi"
            and bobby half a circle the infertile turtle, none of yall can shush me
            ima leave all 3 of you fuckers blue like squirtle, im ya final hurdle
            Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
            the weed yeah
            Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
            first it was fucking me up coz i was thinking deeper
            Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
            but then was lik
            Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
            oh a fucking octopus

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            • #66
              iunno who the fuck dis is using the word hurdle?
              you a waste motha fucka memerizing my last verbal,
              your sleepy cuase your writing your own rhymes
              remeber that wack shit ain't ever gonna compare to mines,
              I'm lazy and tired so thats it
              you as fake as plastic, & wack-fuckin'-tastic.

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              • #67
                Originally posted by Celph Titled View Post
                iunno who the fuck dis is using the word hurdle?
                you a waste motha fucka memerizing my last verbal,
                your sleepy cuase your writing your own rhymes
                remeber that wack shit ain't ever gonna compare to mines,
                I'm lazy and tired so thats it
                you as fake as plastic, & wack-fuckin'-tastic.
                well if im plastic i guess ima be another jackson,
                fantastic! ima be forever known as a legend, jus watch yo back son
                emmanuel... jus know u ain got this shit on LOX down
                u from ontario, canada eh son? watch me take u for a trip down niagara falls,
                we all kno ur man takes it up the ass, haha u use viagra? .....pause...
                and if theres a cure for bein a fag...u dont want it... yet u need it...
                so why dont u look at my advice read it and heed it?
                i know that emmanuels ass is destined to be seeded,
                ima make u regret the shit u said aboot me,
                im done now get ur affiliates to shoot me,
                Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
                the weed yeah
                Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
                first it was fucking me up coz i was thinking deeper
                Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
                but then was lik
                Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
                oh a fucking octopus

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                • #68
                  affiliates wont shoot you, they hold you there while I prepare
                  come equipped with pliers and wires and then we shave ya hair
                  ya see it helps the current flow through you and makes you talk
                  not that it matters what you say, you'll still be lined in chalk
                  see i ain interested in what you talk about that aint it
                  just wanna see you cry and hang you till you piss and shit
                  leave you in the gutter outside ya back window
                  watch ya mom scream, who next, nigga you know
                  Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin
                  Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow

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                  • #69
                    Originally posted by Bobby180 View Post
                    affiliates wont shoot you, they hold you there while I prepare
                    come equipped with pliers and wires and then we shave ya hair
                    ya see it helps the current flow through you and makes you talk
                    not that it matters what you say, you'll still be lined in chalk
                    see i ain interested in what you talk about that aint it
                    just wanna see you cry and hang you till you piss and shit
                    leave you in the gutter outside ya back window
                    watch ya mom scream, who next, nigga you know
                    you know who's next when ya hear ya mum scream,
                    as i fuck that dumb fiend lubricated wit sun screen,
                    someone best tell the dumb bitch to shave her hair,
                    im happy jus wankin over her from afar.. haha ill jus stay by there
                    thinkin u the shit coz u thai box,
                    bitch i know u done choked on five cocks while wearin nada but hi tops
                    a 12-2 record hey? so whats that? 12 men and 2 late night escapades wit transexuals?
                    Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
                    the weed yeah
                    Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
                    first it was fucking me up coz i was thinking deeper
                    Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
                    but then was lik
                    Bushi.until i get free says (22:15):
                    oh a fucking octopus

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                    • #70
                      2rabbits,one hole, one shot

                      late night escapades with transexuals and theyr both named palmela
                      foy's a hand sexual fiend, spillin sticky cream like mozzarella
                      cheesy rhymes u drop, layin heart stopped, self titled on the block
                      excuse me while i stomp both u fools, my mercy's out of stock
                      the rocks i chop got u cracked like kurt cobain before the slaughter
                      in my shop ur worth as much as a kilo of cocaine in the water

                      hang on the line like tyson's daughter, and have a blast
                      in the past u sold ya ass, wicked spell i cast makes u run fast
                      and last but not least, u deceived the deceased, now expect the beast
                      for now lemme feast with bobby alien and chuck, and represent the realest

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                      • #71
                        The realest thats a good one, mayb oneA & chuck
                        but on the real rest ya'll talkin' but don't know fuck,
                        you don't wanna speak on these situations
                        run up with enough manz like an asian population,
                        take in that all the drama i bring
                        is enough to make you quit rap & sing,
                        i'm fuckin' focused like a student shaolin
                        lyrics, flow, and the streets are all my clans ring,
                        i'm on the war path
                        leavin' all ya'll in the past
                        lay down the real so fuckin' fast
                        lesson's is what ya'll gon' ask

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                        • #72
                          what ima ask? u mean what ur gon learn,
                          feel the heat spit the flames watch ya ass youll get burnt,
                          im the number one contender, felony offender,
                          off top im lethal like cyanide in a placenta,
                          rather stick my dick in a blender,
                          then hear ya whiney ass spit...
                          dont u get it U R Trash Bitch!
                          i could shit piss n puke and still spita classic
                          yea im that bastard that bullys u up on ur block,
                          and laughs n points at u cuz u aint got no glock cocked,
                          but ya verses say u "cop glocks" and u sling "pop rocks",
                          this will "not stop" til the day u admit ur just a broke down stylez fan
                          now spit another rap about gunz and planz to take the life of me and my fam,
                          but at the end of the day ur a joke how the hell can we take u serious man?

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                          • #73
                            this is for u cocksuckers that said i wouldnt amount to shit,
                            its midevil u could call this the alchemist,
                            ive been lethal aint no doubtin this,
                            my P.O on my back for droppin cloudy piss,
                            so now its back in the system back and forth dog my life is a pendulum,
                            an im.. tryin to reach the pinnacle,
                            u know what they say get the dough is the principal,
                            u haters not invincible,
                            verbally murder all u cowards is what i intend to do,
                            then get on the lines of physical,
                            i defy the laws of physics when i shoot these moves,
                            its despicable.. i dun flew the coupe ya roody poo's
                            so tell the world the bullys loose,
                            an now they sick to they stomache,
                            cuz i dun hit the ground a hundred miles and runnin,
                            from all u buzzards

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                            • #74
                              hit it a 100 miles and runnin and ain frontin
                              but im damn good, call me the clitoris cos im underneath the damn hood
                              and ever since I started I been rhyming cold-hearted
                              and if these niggaz think they sick, I must be fucking retarded
                              and sick of all the bullshit, gym-slip rappers fucking ducking me
                              and a hiccup when they pick-up and slip up on a fucking beat
                              pick they shit up and leave it at the door when they leaving
                              never believing they dream no more, fuck it im still breathing
                              throat getting raspy now, all raw and open cuts, bleeding like menstrual bitches
                              no riches yet?, what the fuck
                              no more pulled punches or low blows, no more feeling ya failed stunts
                              ive had enuff of the slums and the bums and yall wailing cunts
                              this time is mine and this rhyme just shows how im bored of yall
                              closed heart is callin and before all will fall
                              Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin
                              Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow

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                              • #75
                                Before all will fall, but before I go I plan to slay them all…
                                Fake mc’s, debat’n me, I’ve got firm footing like stem walls…
                                Every other nigga drop’n in here im pen’n em, cap’n em…
                                So everyother nigga is droppin here, that’s wats happenin…
                                I spit battle audibly I rattle solidly any lame that steps to ma game…
                                No time for fame, onealien’s name rings forward, so it rang…
                                That’s past tense, of yur current existence, I won before I came…
                                Flows acid grimy, like animated blood their lethal and lime green…lolll
                                Your sure to find me, just look ahead, understand? yur behind me…
                                Don’t remind me, of yur wakness, I c it each time yur rhyming…
                                Ive come to lay the weak to rest, display the crest, as I slay with zest…
                                Even if you use ya last breath to pray, it won’t delay…….yur lyrical death…

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