ok, i do have links, but ama just reply on two other ones, kus they bout a pae bakk now....don't close, please
[Intro- Talk]
Yo I was lookin’ for this crew cryptic lyric in the crew section, and it was like they so good I can’t see them....
Step aside, ya’ll aint drunk, but ill have pipes in ye mouth like you gettin’ breathalysed.... an this’ll never slide, geek... Vane’ll smile as I stretch these faggots like a game of exercise....
Cryptic lyrics, ya’ll need to get over yo self like lifting spirits... I swing hits as I spit with pivots, you really think you ill? Or is that some disgusting gimmick.....
Sick with it, have an extra red dot in ye whip that aint ye fuckin’ alarm, spit at ye arm an fuckin’ disarm, want me to stay calm? Act like kids cheatin’ on tests and have ye words on my palm... (damn)
Am targeting faggots step off, I’ll drop B2K (born 2 kill) like fuckin Epic Records... ye child’s umbilical chords gettin slashed and hit with swords.... gettin’ clapped, that aint a round of applause, bitches, most of these niggaz thinkin’ am on a period with all these men-i-pause...
Pull out ye vital organs; I ripped through ye stomach early like premature babies... a bunch of little Shady’s, look at ye crew, B2K? ya’ll prolly gonna reply to this singin’ its all gravy...
Lyrics please, I sonned ye fathers father’s, fuckin’ around? Vane’ll have the Magnum in ye mouth like fuckin ice cream parlours, and don’t even start us, ye not us.... destructive got a crew full-a dead partners
Have destructive robbed... with the rest of ya’ll, poundin’ the pavement like you was lookin’ for jobs... am big headed? Nah, thas just the tip of my cock, straight turnin’ heads like a bottle of pop...
Vane’ll have ye whole world black and white like childhood past times, shift yall like the last line (keyboard).... bandage up my pistol and start to cast iron....
Hack his legs, tack his arms.... shove ye eyes into candy, and ya’ll can really look into what rappers are....
I purge thee, ya’ll can never get near me, ya’ll can’t juxtapose or compare to me...smack these little kids so hard they’ll start to hit thirty... am dirty, have ya’ll attached to wings (angels) like obsessions over fuckin Detroit jersey’s ...
Weakest text crew? Wait there, i’ll give you a link to try outs and ya’ll can apply to...
Finish you? Nah, I couldn’t be bothered so I stopped at Y-U*... now look where yall stand
On the other hand; I could spit at the left of ye body, and leave ya’ll with bigger side burns than Ashanti, fuck it ama end this ish... ya’ll know ye crew wants me.... (hhh shit)
* they had a member called yu sin sumpin, he got banned
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