
02-12-2004, 04:21 PM
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Currently suffering a meaty fate.
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Location: Hydrocity Act 2
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Re: poetry
OK OK, I have one... I dunno if you can call it poetry, It was a battle rap against my friend. Excuse the bad grammer.
*Beat in the background... bah bum, bah bah bum bum...*
Yo...you cant battle me b*tch, cuz you got no skill
You wouldn't have enough strength to beat me up a hill
you should get the ***** out before I kick your a**
but if you want i'll let you walk up and kiss my naked a**
You shoulda never messed wit the best
I know your stuff was written
backing down like a pu*sy whipped kitten
Smear my rhymes on your face and read them again
ill poke through your skin
with this phaze that i'm in.
I'll murder my rhymes then I'ma come back for more,
and leave you laying there dead on the floor
I can rap for hours all i need is the time
and the rhymes
but dont let me stop now everything is fine
I know you choked but i never back down,
you never see me laying my face on the ground
cuz when I get up to mike its nice
like sittng on ice
it just comes to me
i can flow like you'd never know yo...
and thats the end... it wasn't a long battle rap.
I think it's not half bad considering that i'm kinda not too good at freestyle.
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Jason, I think it'd be awesome if you took the notice off my profile and posted the thingy...
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