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Ezoic
2003-02-09 14:32:31 (UTC)

Rhyming Bitches

Listening to : n/a
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I seem to find some lines and rhymes
Everytime single motherfucking time
I look
At your diary, or on your school exercise book
Your still at school..fool...I dont give a fuck
I'm earning 10 a year and I'm still putting it down
My lyrics are better and I write smoother sounds
So while your chatting these shit lyrics about jesus and
your god
I'm here with anger, murder, rape victims and blood
16 fucking posts? and your lyrics are still poor
Not one single mention of a fucking .44? Yet the rest of the
time your all anger and flames
Sadness and madness, people calling you names
Cutting yourself, depression,weight loss and weight gains
Dont eat as much bitch? You'd still be the same!
Just accept the fact that your lyrics are poor
You can't play guitar, your just an over weight whore
Who walks around depressed, you wish that you were the best
But your not bitch, so give your fucking writing a rest
I'M THE BEST
My fucking lyrics are legendary
I could take a mic from you your so fucking boring
Theres no anger and passion no guts and no glory
You write your lyrics into these stupid fucking stories
You make less sense than snow
You couldnt even flow
If your life depended on it
Get back on your knees bitch and remember blow
And stay where you belong bitch
Let me take your show
And show them where its at
My rhymes are like that, I can take on your crowd and give
twice as much back
Than you can give back. Ya how do you like that? I'm a
motherfucking legend accept it its a fact...
That

Some bitches
Wanna talk shit
They should
Be sucking dick
Some bitches wanna write rhymes
But you dont...wanna hear mine


Jesus! What do i find! My own fucking brother wasting time
Writing down poems, lyrics and rhymes
Its cheesy as fuck!
And you know they fucking blow, like vanilla ice, ice T,
will smith and snow
They're not even lyrics! They're just a collection of words
"I love life, I love you" its the saddest fucking thing that
I heard
And that shitty magazine you read, for rich stuck up kids
Its just like this "ohh..I want a new paragraph, can anyone
help me with this?"
Whats the fucking matter? Cant you steal a car? Cant you
rape no bitches? Get in fights at bars?
Am I the only one who can talk about crime? The only one
with some passion
THE ONLY FUCKING ONE WHO CAN RHYME?
They wouldnt print my lyrics, they're all too hot. I'm not
poltically correct, I give it all I've got
And I just dont stop. You motherfuckers only want middle
class poems and pop
But I tell it like it is, like how I feel
Rather than lyrics that make no sense, I like to rob, murder
and steal
Hurt and mame, use my lyrics like a chain, break your
fucking neck..you'll remember my fucking name
So keep it out of your mouth
And I'll do the same
Dont even wanna hear of your fucking name
Writing lyrics again. I'll smash your face, break your legs,
put you in pain
I'm a giant...a champion and you better learn
So get in line with a pen and a pad and wait your
turn...mutherfucker

Some bitches
Wanna talk shit
They should
Be sucking dick
Some bitches wanna write rhymes
But you dont...wanna hear mine



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