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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 1:43 pm
by RH1NO
how about u dont double o but you aint no agent i prefer slow aging but u get murked quick like no patience
Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 1:46 pm
by Street Pharmacist
how about i leave ur skinned burnt,have u looking like a hatian,have u in the hospital as a critical patient
Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 1:53 pm
by RH1NO
how bout u dont keep this cat caged in im ragin on stage n ill flip u like pages that blaze like jamaicans
Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 1:55 pm
by Street Pharmacist
how about i smoke u quicker than a blunt with jamaicans,u talking shit i know u hating,u acting hard i know u faking
Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 2:08 pm
by RH1NO
how bout you dont ill stab you wit" seinfelds paycheck" n throw punches like judo (" jew-dough" ) you bite like cujo my minefields stay correct like i blew up your spellcheck crucial n brutal
Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 12:59 pm
by Street Pharmacist
how about ill str8t bitch slap u like a ho,and take all ur dough,but ur broke,so why im gonna do that fo?
i rather laugh at u while u die slow
Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 2:47 pm
by precise
you wont die slow, youll land in hell the second ya eyes close, im an apostle, puttin the ice pic up ya nostril
Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 12:48 pm
by Street Pharmacist
ull get fucked up quick,ill give u 1 hit,that will make u do a flip,and have u on the floor holding ur face sayin ''yo chill that sit''
Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 12:16 am
by precise
"yo..chill-tha-shit"? .. you make me wanna kill-ya-kids, and pack C4 down ya throat till-tha-shit rips n i spill-ya-ribs
Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 6:29 am
by Street Pharmacist
ill make u swallow a granade,so i could blow ur ass away,and there wouldnt be no precise living today
Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 3:03 pm
by ~*Blitz*~
boredom strikes and this has become a diss all, street annoys me... and like his penis, his vocab is rather small
Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 1:10 am
by ~Symbolikull~
ill place yuh head on the hummer, got you into bed and it was a bummer
Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 1:43 am
by RH1NO
i suffer from lyrical infection its time for lyrical inspections i lead spiritual procession you couldnt serve me meals at concessions ya deal wit erections if hip hop was dead then this is the real resurrection
Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 2:46 pm
by precise
ressurection? i bet-ur-geussin, fact is you cant touch the text-im-blessin , drag yer ass across sandpaper to give you a texture-lesson
Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 8:28 pm
by LadySam
none of you lot are impressin, beat you down with my agression, ill lyrics is what im possessin