fuck that morbid malice just bust off the mic
your a micheal jackson wannabe riding nuts like a bike
be like me p h r e e z e the one and only
commiting crimes unholy wrong story
wanna make a baby sad
just tell them morbid malice the molesters his dad
This kids a wack mcee so i wont stop untill this prick is dead
This is for battlers not fags..you belong in a different thread
Ayo i'll condem you to death man, i'll put you in a crisis
lol to ya rhymes, ya strucutres as fucked up as ya life is
you can't compare to me, its the truth so don't deny
I mean ya rhymes are so bad you may as well not even reply
^^^ IMPULSIVE
Yo impulsive you finally got at the kid
but Rox dont need shit but words to kill this bitch
my lyrics can seal ya lips cuz you a snitch
dont feel to confident homie
cause you still gettin played on more then a sony
little bitch, you gonna be in a ditch after i hit ya
fuck callin me rox, call me the black hitler
and i think its over for you, you lil queer nigga
think before speak before ya bitch,
catch some of my thought with her teeth
yo homie i dont need to be in mexico to keep a secret
cause I can come in ya crib, put the gun in ya mouth
and make you eat it
show you a tombstone with ya name on it and make you read it
believe it, I slept on ya skills, but my arsenal is deep bitch
dont make me kill you then kill ya girl just to have somebody to sleep with
I dont need my click to rip you to pieces, I go solo muthatfucka
i can make you deceased from Lyrcal diseases
Last edited by RoX-aka-kgh; May 5th, 2005 at 02:19 PM
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
ROX^^^
Mother fuckers think they got skills, but got no Hot deals
Getting thrown in there face, Im a make u feel like pac feels
Shoot ur ass when I see ya, while ur roxing then high top adidas
I kill this mother fucken dictator, and become the new pop leader
U say u gonna put a gun to me, Im shakin at this newbie
Lookin like hooties fruity ass, bitch I really doubt u'd shoot me
U cant hurt no body, I throw I full on coke party
While ur i the lobby listening to the girls, Munchin on ur arby's
Fucken free cheese burger u got, for doin that commercial shot
This the kinda guy u see, and then u start to think erkle Rocks
Hes a fertle girl, Im a murder ya, Like Robert Blake did his wife
Stab u with the fucken gun, and shoot ur ass with the knife
Wasted another pethatic life form, no would die for him
Fucken whorin ur played diss, Somebody give him his own forum
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
mpulsive, you suck man. you trying to write an essay or what?
ur shit may be scissor sharp . but you never make the cut.
the fuck's Da Corporation? RB got business associates now?
leave ya milkin a 2% loss .. without the use of cows.
face it, you blow - and i know where to break ya spine..
figured youd fight for freedom, but u was even denied at Front Lines!
your fake~ness...is over rated, which is why you hate~this
oracle? who am i dissin'? that old bitch from da matrix?
yo bladder~parts...will be scattered~far
when i murder you, this lame bitch dont even got a avatar
or no~sig...and doesnt rep where hes from, fuck where this hoe~lives
you suck at rappin' but dont worry, ill show you some flow~kid
DA sick ONE ^^
I was readin your shit, readin it out load, over my house came a dark ass cloud//
Some dood shot at me with a techy, you shit next to shit, dont bother steppin ta me//
Im up way higher than you, when you spit one word, lawyers gettin ready to sue//
- fo verbal SHIT, thats right, rearange your clique, even a spayed dog gota biga dik//
Your a bitch fo real, he pissed off, case you dont get a dildo in a hungry man meal.//
Ima end this quick, without a doubt, Da sick One, is what they talkin about..//
Yeh, right.. unless they is gaybashers, picken they next victim//
Or, Prison need a jailhouse bitch, so everybody tryin ta convict em.//
IMPULSIVE^^^^^
yo son your just a dead heart, you have no pulse
i wasnt gonna burn you, bitch but homo you got too close
cause you aint nothin but a gay ghost to me
and i carry the toast hot enough to roast a G
you got some nerve approachin ROX
so you must be smokin rocks
you talkin dirty
until I make you swallow some clorox
or i can can remove ya top with four shots
nigga you soft and fruity like gummy bears
where ya gay friend at cause I know pussy niggas come in pairs
ya rymes aint hot gangsta, so stop spittin cuz no one cares
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
Herb choose a name to run wit no more aka's
Cause midtaken identity is how your dope to gays
You'll sell me ROX?No need cause i got KGH
So when you enter a battle you only spell hate
Throwback verses?Only for you the original slut
Put you down on your back like a good hoe stay put
Life Is 10% What Happens To You;
90% How You React To It.
This is easy.....
You don't stand a chance in hell, believe me
I will murder this incignificant twit wit poetic scripts
Can't say shit as if I stitched shut your lips
Your rap's flow spills everywhere quicker than your blood drips
I'll have you (tied up) sittin' in a chair, like "Smile into the lens"
"Lyrically Mass Murder" will be written in the prints
Before the killing even begins
'Cuz they know I'll do it again...........................
I came in here to try to set an example
And I stayed in, cause I actually want to place heads....
on a mantle
Wtf is this 38 post...your joking right?
I'll slap you & leave your spit on the window sill
Let the glass finish you cause to me your frill
This is easy?Maybe to fuck up a good diss
"Lyrically Mass Murder"?Bitch you aint Ludacris
So drop your 50 dimes & forget about packin 9's
Think its all aboyt dope lives?Leave you in a casket wit no shine.
Life Is 10% What Happens To You;
90% How You React To It.
your shits weak,somethin i read simply threw..
but i drop bombs,no joke, i be fity tooo.
stfuOriginally Posted by kiks
keep ya mouth shut
before i have you spittin out ketchup
with da gun to ya stomach that a tear ya chest up
talkin to the kid is where you messed up
Call me rox cuz Im the hardest kid on the block
and yeah I sold hard white and cooked base in a pot
but that shit is in my past
dont make me have flashbacks, cuz it will be you that i flash at
the boy used too blast macks
untill two years in county made me think before i picked up another gat
dont think im soft homie, cuz i got no problem shootin cats
just might not like goin back
but as long as you gone i guess i dont care about that
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
Rox please u just announced your self as imitaiting Beanie sigel man,
the problem is that u and the other net heads are steady commercial fans/
lets be real, the drug lords, they sold drugs just to get a buzz,
just like when ya get shot, u got a whole studio full of plugs/
that's commercial and that verse ya text'd shit be all hype dude,
imma come correct on ya son ....cuz this is DISS the BYTCH ABOVE YOU /
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