FINISH IT

[URKMAN]

U need to finish it

[Viral]

LOL!


this kids issues r dealt wit tissues dont miss use ur spits foo, this tool is broken he can baerly finish a screw, ill split ya blue n watch ya turn red in a second dont get ur head ahead of ur steppin, or get misplaced for mis reppin, no need to tag team ya but id have ur head snapped like the leanin tower of pisa, cease ya wit a breeze of anti queer streams, keep above the water dont drown like a child, u spit hot?..i think not..6 feet under mild.....

[LadySam]

YAY viralllll lol

[Kurse]

I'm so hott wit my flow...i ain't even gotta Rhyme. For real...watch.

Da GAY....opps...I mean Guy...

"EAT MY ASS"

...See...that was a million dolla line right there. G-Unit...holla at'cha boiiiiiiiiiii.

TEEF!

[URKMAN]

Its Still There

[precise]

ill rhyme off viral lol

ill switch to another-style, urk.. man.. face it yes your under-mild i spit thunder-while lightning splits trees to lumber-piles/ im E.V.I.L. i pillage n plunder-wild, fuck fake artists im grabbin pens n stabbin them in the abdomen, look theres no point-ta-this-cypher so i steal flame from viral n spark it wit poisonous-lighters//

[~Symbolikull~]

Ill destroy any fighter when the flame spits like i deployed my igniter,
Wit what i exploit as a writer, flip the coin theres noway to avoid any fire,
I use the Pen -n- Paper to attend to rage based upon what i Said in Anger...

[RH1NO]

haha wow this was a while ago

its a race for cream n fakes get robbed fa snitchin
but i tell'em ta chase the dream n not the competition
yet embrace the competition n head on face the competition
with visions and premonitions of vivid demolition
in a civic exhibition while hittin em quick with evident wisdom
dont ever get pitted against a legend past or present
first last or second im still the worst cat ya met with

[psych-tech]

the first half was a death~wish, the second half was granted, don't take if for granid, this kid'll get~pissed, and pass a fist, through ya face to the granite, as i lace my shoes, and wreak havoc, to create news is my weekly habbit, tweek a attict, teach him to speak with madness, kill in an instant, for instance, the fence-gets, ripped out bent and split, ribs and wrist, get punctured, as lungs and guts all rupture...

[~Symbolikull~]

break ya shins - take down ya structure - reach to the brains within - ya girl, yah i fucked her - the rage and pains itchin - shit, battlin me you already dug dirt - i tape victoms, rape women - not but ima leave yuh mommas butt hurt - ewww, but she aint bitchin - when i tell her, her sons a buster^^^

[Street Pharmacist]

And his dad is sucka,thats a mother fucka,raised by a rat tought too tattle,i cut my grass low so i can see the snakes rattle,these fake niggas ridin my horse get a saddle,that four fith will make u skidadle,too much for u too handle,melt ur chest like the wax after a candle,u aint ready when the gun bustin,my bloods rushing,ur brains gushin,out ur ear in a concusion,fuck what side u choose, u pay the dues,if u break the rules,think u cool? ill go ludacris and act a fool....

[precise]

gettin roudy n act-a-fool, ill smash-a-tool, the outcome of a clash-is-cruel, spittin ludacris style.. kids hear the track-n-druel, leakin flows like i cracked-a-pool, id battle kids but fact is they couldnt make it past-a-duel

[Omega Bill]

An if they make it past duel thatll make more room when we bury these niggas inside a aluminum tomb
Mummify the weak and wrap em in toilet paper and show all these young cats who try to be haters
Bury em deep inside a box thats long and narrow leave em with their fake chains on like a B.C Pharaoh
They better just stray from a fight and send their shit home, before we slaughter them boys like Gladiators from Rome

[~Symbolikull~]

ur rhymes like a casket, pillowy, long and narrow,
stiff sorta like scarcrows, shot wit bows and arrows,
suckin dick to get brain is his only source of knowledge,
take ur mic, turn right side up force and logde it,
thats the logic.....

[Gutta]

I'm still da hardest, fillin targets with lead bigga then wat ud try ta kill sadam with
open up ya tomb and blast ya with a BOOM so u can fill the sonics
The radio waves that i display when my tape play will leave ya I-POD split
I rock wife beatas, none of dat IZOD shit, my sqaud get furious and u get striked on quik
the fights on, quick, get ya nikes on quik, my sound comin str8 for ya ears like da one TY-SON bit