NEW! Msn Keystyle, Asp, Kez, C-Game, Bar & FORDIE

by 4D » Feb 6th, '07, 19:30

In Order, and colours
Asp .
Kez
C-game
Bar
FORDIE

hey hey mother-fuckers .. WAtch ya step- or ull be ducking punches suckers till theres none of yah left/ Im like a blonde king kong-big dong, step through ur city and droping sick sick songs/ breathe rap - exhale fire/ spit so much shit that i burned more motherfuckers than 10 piromaniacs for hire/

i go crazy, active liar, cause i create this massive cypher
between us our skill is years apart, i'm like a lyrical dart, i pierce ya heart

ill rip ur ears-a-part ma fears-a-start to get u enthrapped-in-chains
dis chap-is-slained in this rap-thats-sain ill gag-this-dame den-rapped-wit-shame

picking up from the c-game, he see-fame,spiritual lyricle shit like a typical miracle hit/i take a impiracle fit n hit you fake fuckers ya'll nothing but jake suckers/

I hate mothers who bake a cake custard, then take mustard and add that
That's disgustin, i`m bustin for a discussion, but i`m cussin like Fack that!

Ok, here, the mad russian... i murder mc's with a saints acts- gods justice/so quit fussin and press play-back for the same track- that a must is! this bliss, dont miss u needa learn, otherwise ud be hopeless.

it's just a fluke, we know this, when you win 5 to 2, we joke bitch
cause we just laughin with you not at you, you suck bad, like a friggin clogged vacuum!

ur a breathin-shoked-baboon eatin-stomped-racoons ur high with plain-drained-arrack
ur brain-aint-attached its drained-maimed-attacked by in sain-dames-D-racks

he packs wack and packs crack, i crack ya jaw so raw a slap with bone/its like slap and clone another wannebe thats all i see

MY main aims the ranks, gotta remain aiming tanks of ammo in da form of grammar,
To storm and hammer the former badder dictator of sick haters performin glamour

my ar-mor protect-me-in-war from any-that-want-more i got lines stored for... / haters-and-bitches, the day can be pictured-its just me in the picture wichacrew in submittion positions praying like bitches/

suddenly day and night switches, you too wack to see in daylight vision
so that even nature switches, being turned into a wicked witch couldnt make ya wicked

lets break-da-wicket and raise-and-stick-it in all da TR-Ladies
we-are-crazy A,Kez,fordie C-Bar-way-we rhyme creates waves on TR-Shady

bar baby, got a far lady from overseas i got her overknees/ please no disease geez, spitting sex fire like rex reitre i got a desire you cant aquire

I gotta fire you can't expire, you cat's admire 4d, Asp and Bar
And c-game brings flames and kez sez squire, roll me a fat cigar

motherfuckers, see-not, i got an obsene plot/mean, the flow is hot, im the beast unleashed, i got moment u ever seized.. i lead in deciete, victory is given....

the mystery of spittin amazing rap is simply bein gifted
haters are fuckin retarded, they're nothing but arses

im plottin-some-classes teachin to be ludicrous and full-of-jest coz ma hobbie-is-laughter
seein ur-body-its-slaugtered da TRs da best da rest sux lyrically like bobby-creek-water

i slaughter your daughter caught-her and fought-her bought-her and sold-her told-her id hold-her/
stare i dare, i scare the pair and the peach, i be out your reach

I`ll clean out with bleach when I mean mouth and teach to my students,
That's all of you readers n deceivers, Cos i believe you're my nuisance

i leave two dents and whole in skull bones of the assholes that talk shit/breaking they leg bones, "so now u cant walk bitch".
im out i gota do something for now, ill be back later

you talk shit but when asked to battle you stall quick
you like so_shady, big mouth and no backup, can shout but so wack, fuck!

pluck-a-duck fuck-a-nut, you suck-a-but, i destroy with lethal verses end up in lethel herses/i curse and kill im worse than skill, im popping the ill pill

And I`m choppin like Kill Bill, Slicin through proverbs like dicin stew crop herbs,
We assault your brain vault and rape your soul, like Mike Tyson screws hot birds

by **,-,'-{Bar}-',-,** » Feb 6th, '07, 19:40

FORDIE wrote:In Order, and colours
Asp .
Kez
C-game
Bar
FORDIE

hey hey mother-fuckers .. WAtch ya step- or ull be ducking punches suckers till theres none of yah left/ Im like a blonde king kong-big dong, step through ur city and droping sick sick songs/ breathe rap - exhale fire/ spit so much shit that i burned more motherfuckers than 10 piromaniacs for hire/
i go crazy, active liar, cause i create this massive cypher
between us our skill is years apart, i'm like a lyrical dart, i pierce ya heart
ill rip ur ears-a-part ma fears-a-start to get u enthrapped-in-chains
dis chap-is-slained in this rap-thats-sain ill gag-this-dame den-rapped-wit-shame
picking up from the c-game, he see-fame,spiritual lyricle shit like a typical miracle hit/i take a impiracle fit n hit you fake fuckers ya'll nothing but jake suckers/
I hate mothers who bake a cake custard, then take mustard and add that
That's disgustin, i`m bustin for a discussion, but i`m cussin like Fack that!
Asp says:
Ok, here, the mad russian... i murder mc's with a saints acts- gods justice/so quit fussin and press play-back for the same track- that a must is! this bliss, dont miss u needa learn, otherwise ud be hopeless.
it's just a fluke, we know this, when you win 5 to 2, we joke bitch
cause we just laughin with you not at you, you suck bad, like a friggin clogged vacuum!
ur a breathin-shoked-baboon eatin-stomped-racoons ur high with plain-drained-arrack
ur brain-aint-attached its drained-maimed-attacked by in sain-dames-D-racks
he packs wack and packs crack, i crack ya jaw so raw a slap with bone/its like slap and clone another wannebe thats all i see
MY main aims the ranks, gotta remain aiming tanks of ammo in da form of grammar,
To storm and hammer the former badder dictator of sick haters performin glamour
my ar-mor protect-me-in-war from any-that-want-more i got lines stored for... / haters-and-bitches, the day can be pictured-its just me in the picture wichacrew in submittion positions praying like bitches/
suddenly day and night switches, you too wack to see in daylight vision
so that even nature switches, being turned into a wicked witch couldnt make ya wicked
lets break-da-wicket and raise-and-stick-it in all da TR-Ladies
we-are-crazy A,Kez,fordie C-Bar-way-we rhyme creates waves on TR-Shady
bar baby, got a far lady from overseas i got her overknees/ please no disease geez, spitting sex fire like rex reitre i got a desire you cant aquire
I gotta fire you can't expire, you cat's admire 4d, Asp and Bar
And c-game brings flames and kez sez squire, roll me a fat cigar
motherfuckers, see-not, i got an obsene plot/mean, the flow is hot, im the beast unleashed, i got moment u ever seized.. i lead in deciete, victory is given....
the mystery of spittin amazing rap is simply bein gifted
haters are fuckin retarded, they're nothing but arses
im plottin-some-classes teachin to be ludicrous and full-of-jest coz ma hobbie-is-laughter
seein ur-body-its-slaugtered da TRs da best da rest sux lyrically like bobby-creek-water
Bar says:
i slaughter your daughter caught-her and fought-her bought-her and sold-her told-her id hold-her/
stare i dare, i scare the pair and the peach, i be out your reach
I`ll clean out with bleach when I mean mouth and teach to my students,
That's all of you readers n deceivers, Cos i believe you're my nuisance
i leave two dents and whole in skull bones of the assholes that talk shit/breaking they leg bones, "so now u cant walk bitch".
im out i gota do something for now, ill be back later
you talk shit but when asked to battle you stall quick
you like so_shady, big mouth and no backup, can shout but so wack, fuck!
Bar says:
pluck-a-duck fuck-a-nut, you suck-a-but, i destroy with lethal verses end up in lethel herses/i curse and kill im worse than skill, im popping the ill pill
And I`m choppin like Kill Bill, Slicin through proverbs like dicin stew crop herbs,
We assault your brain vault and rape your soul, like Mike Tyson screws hot birds

fixed it

by 4D » Feb 6th, '07, 19:47

Bar wrote:
FORDIE wrote:In Order, and colours
Asp .
Kez
C-game
Bar
FORDIE

hey hey mother-fuckers .. WAtch ya step- or ull be ducking punches suckers till theres none of yah left/ Im like a blonde king kong-big dong, step through ur city and droping sick sick songs/ breathe rap - exhale fire/ spit so much shit that i burned more motherfuckers than 10 piromaniacs for hire/
i go crazy, active liar, cause i create this massive cypher
between us our skill is years apart, i'm like a lyrical dart, i pierce ya heart
ill rip ur ears-a-part ma fears-a-start to get u enthrapped-in-chains
dis chap-is-slained in this rap-thats-sain ill gag-this-dame den-rapped-wit-shame
picking up from the c-game, he see-fame,spiritual lyricle shit like a typical miracle hit/i take a impiracle fit n hit you fake fuckers ya'll nothing but jake suckers/
I hate mothers who bake a cake custard, then take mustard and add that
That's disgustin, i`m bustin for a discussion, but i`m cussin like Fack that!
Asp says:
Ok, here, the mad russian... i murder mc's with a saints acts- gods justice/so quit fussin and press play-back for the same track- that a must is! this bliss, dont miss u needa learn, otherwise ud be hopeless.
it's just a fluke, we know this, when you win 5 to 2, we joke bitch
cause we just laughin with you not at you, you suck bad, like a friggin clogged vacuum!
ur a breathin-shoked-baboon eatin-stomped-racoons ur high with plain-drained-arrack
ur brain-aint-attached its drained-maimed-attacked by in sain-dames-D-racks
he packs wack and packs crack, i crack ya jaw so raw a slap with bone/its like slap and clone another wannebe thats all i see
MY main aims the ranks, gotta remain aiming tanks of ammo in da form of grammar,
To storm and hammer the former badder dictator of sick haters performin glamour
my ar-mor protect-me-in-war from any-that-want-more i got lines stored for... / haters-and-bitches, the day can be pictured-its just me in the picture wichacrew in submittion positions praying like bitches/
suddenly day and night switches, you too wack to see in daylight vision
so that even nature switches, being turned into a wicked witch couldnt make ya wicked
lets break-da-wicket and raise-and-stick-it in all da TR-Ladies
we-are-crazy A,Kez,fordie C-Bar-way-we rhyme creates waves on TR-Shady
bar baby, got a far lady from overseas i got her overknees/ please no disease geez, spitting sex fire like rex reitre i got a desire you cant aquire
I gotta fire you can't expire, you cat's admire 4d, Asp and Bar
And c-game brings flames and kez sez squire, roll me a fat cigar
motherfuckers, see-not, i got an obsene plot/mean, the flow is hot, im the beast unleashed, i got moment u ever seized.. i lead in deciete, victory is given....
the mystery of spittin amazing rap is simply bein gifted
haters are fuckin retarded, they're nothing but arses
im plottin-some-classes teachin to be ludicrous and full-of-jest coz ma hobbie-is-laughter
seein ur-body-its-slaugtered da TRs da best da rest sux lyrically like bobby-creek-water
Bar says:
i slaughter your daughter caught-her and fought-her bought-her and sold-her told-her id hold-her/
stare i dare, i scare the pair and the peach, i be out your reach
I`ll clean out with bleach when I mean mouth and teach to my students,
That's all of you readers n deceivers, Cos i believe you're my nuisance
i leave two dents and whole in skull bones of the assholes that talk shit/breaking they leg bones, "so now u cant walk bitch".
im out i gota do something for now, ill be back later
you talk shit but when asked to battle you stall quick
you like so_shady, big mouth and no backup, can shout but so wack, fuck!
Bar says:
pluck-a-duck fuck-a-nut, you suck-a-but, i destroy with lethal verses end up in lethel herses/i curse and kill im worse than skill, im popping the ill pill
And I`m choppin like Kill Bill, Slicin through proverbs like dicin stew crop herbs,
We assault your brain vault and rape your soul, like Mike Tyson screws hot birds

fixed it