this kid's rhymes are elementary like building blocks
and his flow is shakey like they're Michael J. Fox
this kid's rhymes are elementary like building blocks
and his flow is shakey like they're Michael J. Fox
yo son your such a fag i bet youed fuck your dad
and protest with glaad
un im two sick son get your gun
born vet step to me youll get a torn chest/
youll get pumped like a sweaty bitch on a porn set/
leave you singing stupid shit like alanis moresset/
Last edited by GRADER; November 22nd, 2005 at 10:21 PM Reason: messed up
no way
your two gay
I'll search my touture chest, n' torch your chest. Now what come next?
You gon' have to wait I guess...Your signature states it best.
this 'pussy' would pm himself, to send him a 'cunt'
what kinda dope pusher smokes the wrong end of a blunt
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agent skully your a sraight up dummy , i leave you perplexed and confused like sketches from R.crummy
clisk or is it clits you rhymes are soggy like a pair of doggy shits/
outta the whole pack your the runt that gets the empty dish/
your boring like A bowl of goldie fish,just blinking with bubbles comin out their lips/
ya 24 years old in 'grade' school with no 'deploma'
man i'd anhiallate ya home, if there was an Arizona*
*a song and a saying is "there is no arizona"
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Aight, whatever, bullshit Clisk
The reason u post phony rhymes is cuz yo lisp
I'll diss myself, maybe I am a bitch
But at least I'm not a bitch ass faggot named Clisk
Last edited by kpwilsp; November 22nd, 2005 at 11:16 PM Reason: It wasn't supposed to post again
in reality im seven years younger than that/iv heard a subway sandwich get rapped thats more creative than that/if you havent heard arizona's were the real damage is at/
kinda pissed not rlly in the mood to deal with this child
a pile a crap will file under this rap you call a raw style
Honestly Spekz you've fill'd in more bones then flosses
Wrote the KEY TO SUCCESS in ya DIARY..................
..........And some how you've still obtained some loss's
Where the fuck was I fore they found me?
Floatn in a meadow, dragonflies all around me
Seeded in a ghetto, smokin cigarellos
Stress oceans try to drown me
Walking on water like when Christ did, glidin
Mic in my plam like the trident in the hand of Poseidon