bars bars bars chill chill chill
Posted 06 January 2009 - 07:44 AM
bars bars bars, chill chill chill/
roll up roll up see me kill kill kill/
barstards dont par, im ill ill ill/
sketchy eyes like poppin pill after pill/
ruman gonna stun em, tell me whats the use/
shun em, generally beat you like child abuse/
im wild its true, off the top violent tunes/
clear my throat and rile up dudes/
and ladys too, i hear theres a few/
regardless what sex im bound to slew/
beatking crown me too, the sickest yooth's who?/
always come prepared like the browneys do/
Posted 06 January 2009 - 07:48 AM
only been here since the end of december/
ruman skunk yeah thats me, im a beast in this sea/
like kracken, grabs heads and crack 'em secretly/
Posted 06 January 2009 - 03:41 PM
Posted 06 January 2009 - 07:01 PM
Dude on the other hand is here 25/7!
I can dig the lyrics, you should record them and post them.
Posted 14 January 2009 - 07:34 PM
You Just Spit Pars.
And Clash Cars.
Shit I Feel Like Im Ontop Of Mars.
I Jst Want To Be Polite.
As Soon As Tings Gt Hot I Fking Ignite.
I Shine As Bright As The Stars IN The Night.
Let Gunshots And Fires Go RightIl
For All People That Sufer, Holdtight.
Im The King Of THe MIc .
King Of The MIc.
When I Manz See Me They psych.
Let The War Heat Up And Leave The hype/
Ill leave You Polished Nice And Ripe.
Chrisy H, Fuck Depression.
DOnt Need Emoition, Ive Learned My Lesson
Wrong Crowed, Wrong Impression
To Give Man While THey Pull For Da Strally.
Im The True Meaning OF Formula 1.
I'm The One To Win The Rally.
I Iz Da One To GEt The Gally.
Im The Commander.
When Your Steppin Up .
Your Stepping Up To War.
With Gunshots and fireworks Fly.
It Will Melt YOu To The Core.
Manz Justt out To Score.
Instead The Strally Is Pulled and blood on the floor.
Braap. Let Me Know If There Any GOod CHeers :)
Posted 31 March 2009 - 09:26 AM
u beatin' me in a battle, it ain't likely/
i ain't passin' you a mic, here's a dildo, fuck yourself if you don't like me/
i may seem frightning cuz i rap on that wicked shit/
i'll lay you flat out and you'll get your head kicked and split/
in school, i'm the twisted kid, but that's a stereotype/
cuz i got blood on my shirt and i carry a knife/
yeah i'm scary damn right, i'm lyrically monstrous/
take one good look at me, i'll scare your eyes outta they sockets/
i might hurt your pride son, so go cry to your mom bitch/
and if you really do that then my missions accomplished/
if rhymes could kill, i'd leave piles of carnage/
your style is garbage, mine is so hot you better call the fire department
straight up from sitting in my communication technology class!