my nigga...what happened to a quik 16....the rule was one round and 16 bars not 5 million barsYO-B wrote:pioneer first rapped it seemed like he had a toy gun so its no tellin who he gon shoot
ur disturben the fred flinston of the rap game so all h3ll is about 2 break loose
ima grown man that smokes and u get drunk off of sprite like if its grey goose
my skills can run around ur 2nd grade lyriks twice 125 mph with timberland boots
ill leave ur body in the gutter with preechers and ur family standin ova u bitchen
i am hell N wat makes u think u can take me on if u kant even stand the heat n the kitchen
i find pioneer guilty so all that left for u is 2 meet ur maker
after i treat u like my son and beat u until ur chest is shakin like a salt shaker
kill u and drag u from the bumber of my fuckin navigator
the heat i spit will leave u meltin like laffy taffy kandy on a fuckin radiator
the slugs is up in you like black people in washington d.c. in the greyhound station
u want my title than u gon have 2 wait for it like people @ walmart watin 4 the playstion
and i can sense that the determine 2 get rid of me is in u deeper than a splinter
and i got sons so even if i die u should just say that i got kopies of me just like a printer
im history in the makin u just patienly waitin
so in the mean time just prepare for ur death N just tell ur family that ur goin on vakation
u aint seen nothin yet bekause my style is much more komplex
i even got gurls suckin my dick that i aint seen yet
i got plases 2 b and the only plase u got 2 b is where u was and thats with the losers
so while the winners drive around N the hummers than u just ride around N them skooters
bekause if pioneer think that u can defeat me N battle than that doesnt make sinse
and ur just puttin on a show now watch me kancel it just like fresh prince
ayo im great watch me make blood outta wine
keep playin with me the slugs is gona kome N u gonna have mail like amerika online
my techniques in style is supernatural like gravity
my sharp skills will leave ur hand chopped of like the hand from the adams family
my thoughts in the rapgame is simular like the gza
N u kant get rid of me so ima make my signiture bubble on ur flesh just like a blista
and ohh word so ima b defeated and still frontin
so was i frontN about ur bitch when i was between her legs N her pussi start kummin
like jadakiss said she kant have a baby outta her neck
even if my dick was in her troaght shootin rounds like a tekh
heres a tip b4 u eva accept of challenge from yo-b prepare 4 ur limbs 2 seperate
and look for a empty korner 2 sit in while u die from starvination from the disgrase
a nigga ain't even read half the shyt u wrote cause u went against ya own rules...my shyt was clean and precise...