Post by Bone04CellBlock on Jul 30, 2004 17:40:24 GMT -5
It’s bone! I spit shit that’s simple to the human mind//
If it’s not a comprehensive rhyme then it’s probably not mine//
I wanna do it like the canibus//
Spit a 100 bars of deep shit and leave em speechless//
Im the type to think before he do it//
Got it planned out lets do this//
I took the fire extinguisher so you can’t use it//
I hope you know this//
im specify wit flammable gas liquids enough to blow up ya crib and the next crib//
It’s not my fault. I got these ideas from brotha lynch// It’s his fault//
His rhymes told me to pursue it//
So I did it//
Im wit bis talkin on about this rap era//
These Cat-n-The Hat rappers motivate us to get better//
Ima start sendin letters… theres a herd of bison// Headed your way homie. And I think his name is Mike Tyson//
You fucked up and slipped up//
If you don’t move, you gonna get ran over//
You’s a tricycle im a dumb truck//
You spit a bad verse//
Now I got to go dissect you up//
Yes you//
It’s time to rip MC’s up like toilet tissue//
We got a pack of motherfuckers who’s got issues//
We got peeps wit pocket blades that wanna diss you// Run up on MC’s like tornados. Wrap em up like a straight jacket. Then spin em around. Leave em dazed and confused//
I gotta bag filled wit triangular shaped blades//
I wanna use them//
I wish I had lazer beam eyes…(why?) to zap motherfuckers...//
My bar lines is reachin deceivin MC’s lyrical vocabulary minds paragraph Sinai//
I don’t know what I said but it was cool like bread but the butter was missing, what the fuck am I saying, ive gone retarded. I think I just farted….I NEED TO SEE SOME BLOOD! SOME BLOOD!!!!
If it’s not a comprehensive rhyme then it’s probably not mine//
I wanna do it like the canibus//
Spit a 100 bars of deep shit and leave em speechless//
Im the type to think before he do it//
Got it planned out lets do this//
I took the fire extinguisher so you can’t use it//
I hope you know this//
im specify wit flammable gas liquids enough to blow up ya crib and the next crib//
It’s not my fault. I got these ideas from brotha lynch// It’s his fault//
His rhymes told me to pursue it//
So I did it//
Im wit bis talkin on about this rap era//
These Cat-n-The Hat rappers motivate us to get better//
Ima start sendin letters… theres a herd of bison// Headed your way homie. And I think his name is Mike Tyson//
You fucked up and slipped up//
If you don’t move, you gonna get ran over//
You’s a tricycle im a dumb truck//
You spit a bad verse//
Now I got to go dissect you up//
Yes you//
It’s time to rip MC’s up like toilet tissue//
We got a pack of motherfuckers who’s got issues//
We got peeps wit pocket blades that wanna diss you// Run up on MC’s like tornados. Wrap em up like a straight jacket. Then spin em around. Leave em dazed and confused//
I gotta bag filled wit triangular shaped blades//
I wanna use them//
I wish I had lazer beam eyes…(why?) to zap motherfuckers...//
My bar lines is reachin deceivin MC’s lyrical vocabulary minds paragraph Sinai//
I don’t know what I said but it was cool like bread but the butter was missing, what the fuck am I saying, ive gone retarded. I think I just farted….I NEED TO SEE SOME BLOOD! SOME BLOOD!!!!
;D