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[maskilz]

Nah son...I'm about to end your career...

A yo, I'm so biblical when I spit it come off like "canons" ...fo'real, my double-edged verse will spit your head in two so you'll start thinking twice before stepin' up 2 me with that weak mess

I'm mean with it ...I read my bible from Revelation to Genesis...why? cuz I'm unorthodox like that...I'm such an outcast, I'm Andre 3000 son called 7...10 scared of me cause I eight 9...now what!!!

I called TBN and asked why is it called The Blaspheme Network...why? cuz I ain't nice

Mama's?
yo mama wears combat pants and yo daddy wears a tutu...now what!!!

[CHEMAelMC]

Say what??.. I bet ya'll thought I wasn't gonna come back, son.. but I was like, yo, let them wannabe's be, son, so they can be... yo, ya'll softer than software created by microsoft son, like yo, I'm bad and cold hearted like that, son.. like I don't ask for spare change son, I jack them blind men for them pennies in their cans, son... and then tell them, YO YA'LL CAN'T SEE ME!! son.. yo, this one time this wanna be thug gangsta tried to rob me son, dude ended up without socks cuz I jacked him good, son, WITH HIS OWN GLOCK!! son just like that, son.. yo, also, Imma bootlegga for life son.. I already got Trip Lee's new joint on my stock son, he already went bootleg platinum, and he ain't even know it son!... like WHAT!!!.... I'm so cold blooded, I once faked my own death, got a bootlegged death certificate just to get that insurance money son, just like that.. AND I AIN'T EVEN HAD INSURANCE, SON!!.. bought me some sneaks, baggies, a jersey and double cheese burger with that money son!...

like what??

[CHEMAelMC]

yo, son... I am so COLD BLOODED I grab a cup of hot steaming coffe, and drink a frappe.. JUST LIKE THAT!!, son!

[noblevessel]

aye yo..http://www.reverbnation.com/tunepak/410029 I'm coming to america like that..ayo son yo....I'll play throw up tackle with a pig infant son..what I don't care...I'm merciless...I'll go on sesame street and rotisserie big bird and feed him to the Kid actors on lucnh break...then tell them the bad news..aye yo..yo moms got mre chest hair than Richard Roundtree....aye yo ya uncles wodden led got a kick stand...aye yo...your breath smells like Chaka Khan girddle..yo...aye yo...ya moms so fat she has her own gravitational pull..ayo son..to keep her happy I make sure she always has a lunchable in orbit and some ritz crackers...

[btate0121]

yall STILL talkin?

i taped ya grannys eyes closed during her naptime and played a tape of some hospital background noise and woke her up screaming "NURSE GIMME 300 CC'S OF MICROHAFTACHLORIDE NOW!!!.. SHE'S FLATLINING.. .BRING ME THE CRASH CART!!!"

i volunteer at local kindergartens at lunch so i can shake up all the lil kids sodas before they eat.

I make it rain at shows tossin up "million dollar" gospel tracts (http://www.livingwaters.com/Merchant...oduct_Code=298)

I drive to work and back in an ice cream truck cuz its funn watching lil kids chase me onto the interstate

I slay cats online in halo 3 talkin mad trash.. them give 'em the gospel after they lose.

i roll thru burger king and order mc'donalds stuff.. and tell em i want it MY way

I steal identities so i can attend seminary classes while somebody else pays for it

i steal Bibles from churches i visit... and yeah.. i take towels and keep the door keys to hotels i stay in too

as a kid, all the other kids made lemonade stands.. i made money on a CHOCOLATE MILK stand (i cornered the market) and used 20% hersheys chocolate syrup.. the rest was dirt and water... it cut back on costs.. saved me bundles.

[CHEMAelMC]

yo, son.. I'm so heartless I get flatlines on electrocardiograms.. son.. I'm so heartless cardio programs do nothing to me, son.. just like that son!!... I'm so heartless this one time I grabbed this dogg that was barking at me, son.. so I took a syringe full of gasoline, injected on tha dog, son... then I let it go.. it ran some blocks and the it dropped to the floor son, just like that son.. the foolish dog ran out of gas, son!!! WHAT!!!!

[MLiK]

yall STILL talkin?

i taped ya grannys eyes closed during her naptime and played a tape of some hospital background noise and woke her up screaming "NURSE GIMME 300 CC'S OF MICROHAFTACHLORIDE NOW!!!.. SHE'S FLATLINING.. .BRING ME THE CRASH CART!!!"

i volunteer at local kindergartens at lunch so i can shake up all the lil kids sodas before they eat.

I make it rain at shows tossin up "million dollar" gospel tracts (http://www.livingwaters.com/Merchant...oduct_Code=298)

I drive to work and back in an ice cream truck cuz its funn watching lil kids chase me onto the interstate

I slay cats online in halo 3 talkin mad trash.. them give 'em the gospel after they lose.

i roll thru burger king and order mc'donalds stuff.. and tell em i want it MY way

I steal identities so i can attend seminary classes while somebody else pays for it

i steal Bibles from churches i visit... and yeah.. i take towels and keep the door keys to hotels i stay in too

as a kid, all the other kids made lemonade stands.. i made money on a CHOCOLATE MILK stand (i cornered the market) and used 20% hersheys chocolate syrup.. the rest was dirt and water... it cut back on costs.. saved me bundles.

I make it HAIL, I throw quarters. I take Gideon Bible and put them in Catholic Church pews. I told Naaman that he smelled like Fat Joe's tour bus, so he went BACK to the Jordan and bathed again. I'm sooooo street like white lines and potholes!

[JARZJR]

Best.
Thread.
Ever.

[zacchaeus]

Best.
Thread.
Ever.

amen. lol

[zacchaeus]

YO YO son, what cousin!!! yo na'mean, yo dunny!!!!

what was i gonna...oh yeah, YO YO!!!

ya mama!! like that son, just, ya mama!!!

i'm foul like a flock of seagulls. WHAT! bite your head off and spit it at Ozzy Osbourne, what what!! jack you for all your kicks then give them to kids with no feet!! i'm abominable like that son. colder than polar bear toe nails yeah!!!! i'm futuristic son, make Andre 3000 look like Anthony 3 and a half. WHAT!! i'm so ill, i regurgitate black plagues and hand grenades, rhyme scheme bananas yo!! i'm in the lineage of Ezekiel son, i ain't gonna see death, feel me yo! buttery hotness, buttery hotness! i loaned that phrase to Sho Baraka and he think cause he ain't paid me for it that i won't smack locks back into his head. back to the future style yo!!! line every HCR cat up and make yall do the macarena! uncivilized son, my style has no inhabitants, even God is clueless of my skill tree. i love God so much, there isn't enough room for anyone else, so yall cats gonna burn baby burn!!!! WHAT!!

[MLiK]

YO YO son, what cousin!!! yo na'mean, yo dunny!!!!

what was i gonna...oh yeah, YO YO!!!

ya mama!! like that son, just, ya mama!!!

i'm foul like a flock of seagulls. WHAT! bite your head off and spit it at Ozzy Osbourne, what what!! jack you for all your kicks then give them to kids with no feet!! i'm abominable like that son. colder than polar bear toe nails yeah!!!! i'm futuristic son, make Andre 3000 look like Anthony 3 and a half. WHAT!! i'm so ill, i regurgitate black plagues and hand grenades, rhyme scheme bananas yo!! i'm in the lineage of Ezekiel son, i ain't gonna see death, feel me yo! buttery hotness, buttery hotness! i loaned that phrase to Sho Baraka and he think cause he ain't paid me for it that i won't smack locks back into his head. back to the future style yo!!! line every HCR cat up and make yall do the macarena! uncivilized son, my style has no inhabitants, even God is clueless of my skill tree. i love God so much, there isn't enough room for anyone else, so yall cats gonna burn baby burn!!!! WHAT!!

you cold man? well I'll melt you cuz I'm so hot. The kid so hot that smoky the bear has me on his most wanted list. my alias is molten cuz I'm like lava. I've got fire department on speed my homies and homettes! I'm so hot the devil's scared to go to me, mayne! LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL SORRY, melted my keyboard again I'm so hot!!!!!!

[noblevessel]

you son...my ryhmes are so heavy..when I droped a hotline this morning it caused that earthquake in the midwest...

[CHEMAelMC]

a yo, a yo.. son, my rhymez are SO HOT peeps call me M.C. Dragon Volcano Tabasco, son... they gotta give me an asbestos mic son, otherwise... they melt in my hands like m&m's in ya hand while you in the Palm Springs desert son.... my rhymes are so hard construction workers ask me for my rhyme books to build skyscrapers with'em, son like WHAT!!!

[maskilz]

You're what? Homie please, you got more stories than a skyscraper...stop with dem fairy tales...ya a bunch of softies...ya bleed easily when Dj's cut up...that's why ya don't go to concerts...

You’re face does what? Please son, you’re just ugly…so ugly ya make blind children cry son…now what

A yo, I do damage using my “pinky and the brain”…yeah man, and guess what I’m gonna do tonight son…

I’m like the NorthPole…ya like to frostbite when I come with the coldness

You’re mean hot? Please son, I was the Sun back then….folks thought my “Ray Comfort” but almost had them on “The way [to see] the Master” quick…but I’m cold now

I’m like Viggo Mortensen aka Tom Stall…I have “A History of Violence” due to my meanness

Check this out, I met this employee name Polly at Boston Market…I asked for water, she gave me it straight out the faucet... I just lost it ...now she lives in my pocket…why? cuz I don’t toy around like that…I’m nasty

I ate Dave Chappelle, went to the restroom, farted laughing gas and poop Chris Rock…don’t go in son…”Everybody hates Chris” at my house…fo’real

I’m like satellite radio son…I’m Sirius…I got so much different gangsta lyrics on my floor…cuz I’m versatile like that...gotta keep it hood

I stay gangsta…
Bling, bling…I don’t rock diamonds…I rock cameras…why? cuz I’m flashy like that…tru playa fo’real

I don’t wear Bapes…I wear Beethoven’s son…cuz I’m classy like that…gave up my Reeboks for dem really classics…what? where I got dem…sorry playa, it’s classified…just said God orchestrated the blessing

[maskilz]

Moms?
I thought I was nasty son till I met cha moms… when she’s tired she take naps in “restrooms”…grimy son

Yo mama breathe so stink, she can’t help but talk Crap…why? cuz Yo mom’s harder than you son…she wears extra strength bifocals and still doesn't see you…you’re that soft...gangstalicious soft

Ya the type of cats who’ll ask ya barber to give you a uneven shape up then wear a du-rag so you can tell your boys you got a “hidden mixtape”...not keeping it real kid

Ya the type of cats that will put a basketball and football in your 92 accord just to say you have a sports car...wanksta

I ain't nice...
A yo, check this out, I once robbed a elementary school for animal crackers…gotta have dem crakers…I’m a beast like that…dem kids were my hostages…I tied dem up then hung dem up in mid air and then started playing their favorite game…duck, duck, goose…and guess what, ain’t no one moving…why? cuz they were “held up” son…it was a stick up, ain’t no one playing man

I wear camouflage fatigue gear and a chain that says WAR…cuz I’m ready for it...my mirror confirms I’m RAW like that…eat both ya chickens and the beef ya trying to serve me...raw


Though I’m cold I still raise Hail son…yep, I sneak up like a “Quiet Storm” then…BAM…start posting “Random Post”…folks here ask questions like, 'why are you doing this'... cuz they want “The Answer” I be like “it’s Eph. 4:29Eph. 4:29Eph. 4:29Eph. 4:29Eph. 4:29Eph. 4:29Eph. 4:29”…I steal signatures like 'Grace and Peace' without permission or “seal” of approval…why? cuz I’m rude like that…now what!!!

I’ll separate you like the word microphone…I’ll slice you with my “mic” and then call the paramedics with the “phone”…it's over

Fo’real son…I end careers yo…Nappy Roots aren’t around cuz I introduce dem to Sean Combs…straighten them boys out, kid…I’m mean like that son…ain’t no one making the band kid

I jaywalk in front of police for fun...don't need this http://www.8ball.co.uk/productimages/35615-2.jpg

I don’t listen to secular artist, secular artist listen to me…and check this out though…I don’t even got an album or a mixtape...talk about gangsta


NOW WHAT!!!

[zacchaeus]

Moms?
I thought I was nasty son till I met cha moms… when she’s tired she take naps in “restrooms”…grimy son

Yo mama breathe so stink, she can’t help but talk Crap…why? cuz Yo mom’s harder than you son…she wears extra strength bifocals and still doesn't see you…you’re that soft

Ya the type of cats who’ll ask ya barber to give you a uneven shape up then wear a du-rag so you can tell your boys you got a “hidden mixtape”...not keeping it real kid

Ya the type of cats that will put a basketball and football in your 92 accord just to say you have a sports car...wanksta

I ain't nice...
A yo, check this out, I once robbed a elementary school for animal crackers…gotta have dem crakers…I’m a beast like that…dem kids were my hostages…I tied dem up then hung dem up in mid air and then started playing their favorite game…duck, duck, goose…and guess what, ain’t no one moving…why? cuz they were “held up” son…it was a stick up, ain’t no one playing man

I wear camouflage fatigue gear and a chain that says WAR…cuz I’m ready for it...my mirror confirms I’m RAW like that…eat both ya chickens and the beef ya trying to serve me...raw


Though I’m cold I still raise Hail son…yep, I sneak up like a “Quiet Storm” then…Bam…start posting “Random Post”…when folks ask a question here and they want “The Answer” I be like “it’s cookies”…I steal signatures like Grace and Peace without permission or “seal” of approval…why? cuz I’m rude like that…now what!!!

I’ll separate you like the word microphone…I’ll slice you with my “mic” and then call the paramedics with the “phone”…it's over

Fo’real son…I end careers yo…Nappy Roots aren’t around cuz I introduce dem to Sean Combs…straight them boys out…I’m mean like that son…ain’t making the band kid

I jaywalk in front of police for fun...don't need this http://www.8ball.co.uk/productimages/35615-2.jpg

I don’t listen to secular artist, secular artist listen to me…and check this out though…I don’t even got an album or a mixtape


NOW WHAT!!!

that ain't nothing short round! i'm platinum on every country from albums i thought about 10 years ago. beyond digital download son, OG wit ti!!

the cops ask me for protection and assistance duke. they call me when in need. i'm mad CIA with mines yo!!

i'm so untolerable son, that i told Chema next time you rap to keep it real, he went and turned into Mellow Man Ace, like WHAT!!! straight old school caliente essay, yeah and i spelled essay incorrectly cause i'm GED like that yo!!!

i step to you posers and make you get acid indigestion. you can't stomach how cold i am!!! acid reflux all over your wack rap sheets like WHAT!!

[Deadmanwalking]

real talk, ya'll try too hard.....ain't no wordplay....sssssssain'tagayyymmme.....i tell my words to do like 'YO WORDS, GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH'.....

my stuff ain't post to be dope....it is what it is....i mail failed aids tests to random people....have people cryin like "i didn't even know I took a tess and now I gots da aids!!" and then I show up to their window and start pointing and laughin....don't even tell em it's fake though....I just laugh....

your face smells like cholesterol sandwiches....


your face smells like handicap helmet straps.....


ooooooooooooooooh,





















yeah, i said it.

what?

[Deadmanwalking]

a yo, a yo.. son, my rhymez are SO HOT peeps call me M.C. Dragon Volcano Tabasco, son... they gotta give me an asbestos mic son, otherwise... they melt in my hands like m&m's in ya hand while you in the Palm Springs desert son.... my rhymes are so hard construction workers ask me for my rhyme books to build skyscrapers with'em, son like WHAT!!!

yo, i really don't know why,but this made me lol....chema's a funny dude.

[maskilz]

real talk, ya'll try too hard.....ain't no wordplay....sssssssain'tagayyymmme.....i tell my words to do like 'YO WORDS, GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH'.....

my stuff ain't post to be dope....

Who me, son? My wordplays like to play with words, and they like to scare people by mailing enevlopes with pillsbury's bake powder in 'em ...why? they love givin' people the THE FINGER! ... real talk...boo, it's anthrax...dough boyee

Your wordplays are pseudo son...they were never "dope" to begin with

that ain't nothing short round! ...

the cops ask me for protection and assistance duke. they call me when in need. i'm mad CIA with mines yo!!

Cops call you? Hahaha...please, I get calls to protect both secert service men and the people they protect son...

You're hard? duke, wikipedia has your pics for the defintion "soft" son...
You claim you're poppin' rounds kid...be specific son...you're poppin' pimples and razor bumps...that's why you sometime don't shave

Serious...
ya face smell like a porta potty at a million man march...NOW WHAT!!!

[phil]

son

my favorite meal is dolphin burger with a side of mockingbird hot wings!!! im just so raw like that