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for the dude who put the "crap" on there about the raplyrics.com when a good mc goes wrong stole that from a freakin made episode with a white rapper who was pathetic. And you freakin robbed HIS lyrics. Plus I'm freakin 14 and WHITE and rap better than you

yo my code killas like a serial, you don't do nothin but get smacks like dvd fans lookin for cereal, and I'm drillin'em through decoys, yaw squad fake while me and mines realer than a McCoy, and I'll grab thepump and blast ya, I got bars like a monkey should have some, you niggas run on strings like the puppet master, til the 4 air out lungs, Beckley West V just incase you curious and ancient to know where I'm from, East park got it locked down, my niggas hold them glock rounds, to blast shots at these clowns, teflon pass the burna to J-pointa got you niggas in shock now, it' syn fyre infernus, I send fire through burnas, then slugs come out, you get smacked like Tina Turner, I get more butter than churners, that'll have your fiends like yo that shit is insane, and have they ass bent like the twister game, B-dot what up, 10 minutes before I have this Library stuck up and everybody held hostage, cause these innocent people don't like the sound of the glock when the shots spit,

Yo, you need to stop writin, and while I'm on the computer typin, stop bitin, cause your punchlines is weaker than what Obie Trice is, one line'll have you goin through a mid life crisis, and no I ain't gotta recite shit, see me in East Park where the hardest killas play, make noise wit ak's, so we can come through and eat your food like cycle city cafe, customers, and we all straight hustlers, I bust my gun, and leave you wit a half of throat, Intergalactic Keggar Crasher, wit a name like that- you good to start off bein a better rapper, my mashedi slash ya, you probably roll wit spaghetti rappers that's probably asser, than you is, you remind me of a dj cause everytime I say your name niggas be like who kid.you wanna be smart I'll blow your brains out for actin stupid, doofis, get your troopers in some shit you won't be able to get'em out of, and I have parts of your body flyin around like owls and doves, you ain't hard or bout it cuz, yaw ain't no bout it thugs, yaw the type to be in the house tryin to be bout the love, but where I come from niggas is bout the slugs, and bout the drugs, I'll show you what the calico does, after it hit your chest and have it lookin like a mouth in your lungs, and don't snitch cause we'll pull out your tongue.

Yo man I got somethin to say about me, I am the lyrical P-I-M-P, ya can't come close to me ya just got beat, I be tha one preachin on tha street, I reach to Gs and thugs and to the drug addicts, I am blastin fake MCs like you and I'm flowin sick, trust me battlin me be like battlin nothin, when I rips the mic tite flows I be bustin, I am sick of all these rappers rhyme sayin bad thangs, but God's got tha remedy on how yall can change, theres slugs flyin in every direction, I don't need a gang or a crew for my protection, all I need is tha protection of tha Holy Ghost, I don't brag or boast I come from tha west coast, I hate demons and they wanna mess wit me, well I'll keep on beatin them down like Muhammed Ali, my raps are addictive like them drugs ya do ya see, now that yo hooked Peace! this fake here don't come close to me

I like rap, it's really fun. I often bust a cap with my big old gun. People around me all call me Mister. I'll score against you like I scored with your sister when we played basketball.

Yo raps are ghetto I will rip them up with a stiletto yo raps is like a little pussy cat like playin' the game "you don't know jack" cause you don't know jack squat I'll just beat you with one swat of my rap ly-rics yo raps are gen-er-ic cause i'm yo daddy without me you'd be a big fatty a fuckin' hobo bastard out on the streets this is how you flip da beats you don't know when to quit you play martyr man it stinks in here you fuckin' farter it is you, yo clothes, yo hair, so you chose? well I'm back MC is in da house breakin'in to da party silent as a mouse yo worse than jay-z yo worse than slim shady I believe you goin' to hades to hell, back to the 80's cause yo old school yo not cool when the chicks see you they say "Oh my god, that guy is fuckin' gay" then 20 zillion white rappers will emerge from da core of da earth all pissed off, hotter than the core they'll beat you at rap, you'll see alot more

Bam Boom whatcha gon do cuz it's LiL' Nav in the hood with a little buzz So watch out cuz im kinda tipsy J-Kwon, u suck, plz dont RIP I'm the type of nigga that'll fuck ur bitch hardcore Nigga u so fat only thing stoppin u from J Craig is the door

try to step to me u gon get dropped walk up in my face get popped how long u been rhymin 1,,2..mabey 3 years ima fucking pro compared to u mutafuckin queers my vision got bluured but it wasnt fuckin tears it was cuz of chronic yea and 8 motherfucking beers dont try to be something ur not black and red disrespect gon get ya pussy ass shot i can rhyme all fuckin night and keep my shit fuckin tight i live off niggas deaths and i live off theirfuckin fright we goin down if im the captain of your motherfuckin flight take a bow for now and kiss my fuckin feet u betta run nigga when u see me on your steet ill chew u up spit u out like mother fuckin meat give it up nigga.. u motherfuckin beat u at a loss well figure it out no need to fuckin shout but for right now i g2g motherfucker peace out

Intergalactic, sounds like your back with the vengeance Or is it just insecurity with intelligence The lack there of, even if you sleep with a thesaurus Your rhymes are weak like Sponge Bob, openly porous You ooze and leak the prophetic stink Of every hairy arse like you, the missing link I think you should jump back and watch your step Or come out lookin like you were rode hard, put away wet At one time we were united, the whole game was excited Returned from hiatus, and it seems you have decided To change course, fury in a new direction Coming at me? You best blast your own reflection Before you get burnt, more lessons yet to be learned Same for me, coalitions should be better discerned And earned instead of granted, my words are heavy-handed Leave scars in the places where my punches have landed Permanently you will bear witness to the fitness Of my verbal agitation, cut you down with the quickness My immortal blade coming at you from every angle You never thought it would come to this, but here we tangle Wrangle your hands but my Apocalypse will stand As testament to the rule of one man on the land Leave you branded, forever wear my mark Everyone will see the weakling that Lyricist ripped apart From my throne survey the devastation on your face Quivering at the knees, realize this is only a taste Of my power unleashed, how far can I reach Deadly and venomous when cornered, I must proceed To the aftermath fire reigns down, wherever you travel The forked tongue in flames, cut down for the babble Reduced to nothin all because you came back frontin I always go for the touchdown, you always just puntin But for lingering, Im guilt of the triple-twelve style So I give the floor back to wanna-be 8-mile And let him blow some more Shady all over this stack Or are you too busy with the Mr. Marshall Mathers nut sack?

If I use big words incorrectly will you that think I'm smart? Will my poetic vicissitudes bifurcate your heart? Do I bring you pain, brain drain, think rap's inane and far from clever? I might be it's true, but when have you really listened to Eminem, never Because if you had you???d know that he's a linguistic master Multi-syllabic rhymes rollin' out quick, then faster Lyrics so intense rollin' right off of his brain not the page I haven't seen his match not in this day and age So criticize all you want spout your superior mantra Meanwhile we'll be spittin' free flowing verse like Sinatra That's right he was composin' spoken word flows way back in '45 Blue eyes and the rat pack keepin' the jive alive But rap's a black thing, and you given props to white guys in suits? Perhaps you forget that even jazz and rock have African roots But your question is a medication I refuse to inject Your melanin fixation I categorically reject So what if I'm the only rapper not all hung up on my race No need to apologize or brag, for such discourse I have no taste To me the problem is not who did what when to who, It???s continually focussing on our differences instead of something new Yes I think if I ignore the problem it will go away Movin' on from the skin to the common things we have to say, Racism is being so focussed on what doesn't matter Let's forget the outside, our hearts make the same patter But I prove myself a hypocrite 12 lines is way two much I'm moving on I'm done, back in gear let off the clutch Oh wait I forgot, no stick here it's an automatic transmission Through the microphone, sound waves project to mind a vision, of a God given mission, dissipate the superstition, flippin' the receptor switch to the "on"position

My retreat from sabbatical's been long overdue Throw the beat, so mathematical, like aphex twins do Now the music's pumpin, I must reveal my rant It's got to do with something showin above that teen girl's pants Girl I don't want to see your thong pulled all up on your back! That thing must be all brown and crusty from ridin in yo crack That don't make nobody think you're sexy, maybe just a slut Leave crack to strung out bums and quit showin me your butt Maybe I just don???t have the fecal fascination all of ya'll do But I always thought butts were better suited for producing poo-poo Than for hangin a ???help wanted??? sign on, you know? It's all comin off anyways if you're gonna get laid, why you gotta let it show? Save the punchline till after the joke Save the G-string for the final note Ya'll are making me choke Believe me I'm less than stoked I can't imagine how I'd feel if you was my daughter Shoot, it ain't like that crap even makes you look any hotter I just don t wanna even think about what's runin down your leg Underwear's there for a reason ladies???enough said

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