Just something to kill time you know?
Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 2:10 pm
My PUNCHLINES are CUSTOMIZED to CRUSH A SPINE//
My fist and the Earths CRUST COLLIDE making it so rappers MUST SUBSIDE from BUSTING RHYMES//
Cuz their flow cant cut it like a RUSTED KNIFE thru a MUFFLER PIPE//
Most rhymers aint shit but MUSCLED HYPE, but skills too weak to be worthy to CLUTCH A MIC//
Emcees BLURT SPEECHES, while my flow CONVERTS HEATHENS into CURSED DEMONS with PERVERSE REASON//
Rappers become washed up, so their families can SEARCH BEACHES bodies sucked dry by SURF LEECHES//
No use for an AVATAR your image gets destroyed by SCATTERER SHARDS//
Suffer a BLAST AFAR from SHATTERED CARS//
No honor in your BATTLE SCARS like BATTERED BROADS//
No glory for PLATINUM PLAQUES and GOLD, CAPTURE the MASSES and GLOBE ATTRACTED to the TRACKS and my SCROLLS//
Think they CALLING DA SHOTS, till the SHOTS RING OUT//
Swear they BALLING ON BLOCKS, but wont get OFF THEY COUCH//
APATHETIC, RAPS PATHETIC, I aint feeling yall like ANESTEITICS cuz lyricist LACK AESTHETICS//
Couldn't make hits if they played RACKET TENNIS, I got more flow then a TAP OF GUNNIESS//
Or a MAP OF VENICE, by the time the this TRACK IS FINISHED//
Your be found SMASHED AND HEADLESS at the end of a PATH OF WRECKAGE//
My fist and the Earths CRUST COLLIDE making it so rappers MUST SUBSIDE from BUSTING RHYMES//
Cuz their flow cant cut it like a RUSTED KNIFE thru a MUFFLER PIPE//
Most rhymers aint shit but MUSCLED HYPE, but skills too weak to be worthy to CLUTCH A MIC//
Emcees BLURT SPEECHES, while my flow CONVERTS HEATHENS into CURSED DEMONS with PERVERSE REASON//
Rappers become washed up, so their families can SEARCH BEACHES bodies sucked dry by SURF LEECHES//
No use for an AVATAR your image gets destroyed by SCATTERER SHARDS//
Suffer a BLAST AFAR from SHATTERED CARS//
No honor in your BATTLE SCARS like BATTERED BROADS//
No glory for PLATINUM PLAQUES and GOLD, CAPTURE the MASSES and GLOBE ATTRACTED to the TRACKS and my SCROLLS//
Think they CALLING DA SHOTS, till the SHOTS RING OUT//
Swear they BALLING ON BLOCKS, but wont get OFF THEY COUCH//
APATHETIC, RAPS PATHETIC, I aint feeling yall like ANESTEITICS cuz lyricist LACK AESTHETICS//
Couldn't make hits if they played RACKET TENNIS, I got more flow then a TAP OF GUNNIESS//
Or a MAP OF VENICE, by the time the this TRACK IS FINISHED//
Your be found SMASHED AND HEADLESS at the end of a PATH OF WRECKAGE//