by V-DogDaMenace » Sep 4th, '05, 18:28
Artists: T12
Song Title: ???
(Verse 1 : V-Dog)
-Im DROPPIN-HITS-TO-WIN-THIS-SHIT cuz i could "Air my keys" like i "MAKE-THIS-TYPE-IN-THE-WIND", your the "OPPOSITE-OF-A-KILLER",last I heard, you "ATE-DICK"-LIKE-ITS-A-"SIN"
-Me I BREAK-YA-FUNCTION cuz u "suck the boards" when I WRECK-WIT-FULL-"BLOWZ-DROPPIN-KEYS", If RANK-IS-NUTTIN please tell me why you're only in TEKNICAL-FLOWZ-PRODIGY
-Kid your GIGS-ARE-GAY, I "drop like prison heads flowin" as I "DIVE-IN-CELL-WAVES",you betta DIG-YA-GRAVE cuz like "2pac" said, you can "live" now, but after this duel you'll "DIE-IN-L.A."
-Imma SERVE-THIS-HOT cuz like "poopin on half court" my "SHIT-KEEPS-BOARDS-IN-CENTER",Your "VERSES-DROP like virgin sex wit bent dicks", only accidental "SHIFTS-BEFORE-YOU-ENTER" /
-im "MOLDIN-THIS-SHIT with punches" like "swinging FISTS-IN-PLAYDOH", im SCOLDIN-THIS-BITCH cuz syndicat's "no pro-teen"(protein) only has "flows concealed in tabs" like "TWISTED-FAYGO"
-***** I HOIST-CREWS-I-BLAST cuz this kidz like "stupid gangstas" hes only "PROUD-TO-CRIP-WALK" my skripts knock ya "VOICE-THROUGH-YA-ASS" cuz u only know HOW-TO-"SHIT-TALK"
-my punches RIP-HOLES-THROUGH the screen with a keyboard placin a "X through ya name" and a "CROSS-IN-YA-SOUL", Im sorry sindicate but after i DISPOSE-YOU it'll be your 8th LOSS-IN-A-ROW
-Yo "mobil lips are fractured" im "MOVIN-MOUTHS-OVER" cuz this boys "weights' recycled"cuz he SPITS-"POUNDS-OF-JUNK", you winnin this is like "POOPIN-OUT-CLOVERS", ya "SHIT-OUTTA-LUCK"
(chorus)
(Verse 2 : HAYZI)
...ring the bell, let off the claxon
ting-a-ling-a-ling here i come ready for action
wanna go eye to eye, toe to toe
and high for high, low for low blow for blow,
im hittin you quick like a jet of lit propane
comin... straight for your brain like its cocaine
Nigga's flappin their gums i attack 'em for fun
cos theyre thinkin theyre clever theyre as wack as they come
its my time to take my crown
i rock at the top and continue to break more ground
its intangible how i vandangle your brain
manhandle you simple and plain like van dam would do
we bringin the tracks to chill your spine
verbal attacks in time to heal your mind
i make mcs retract and backtrack to robbin
clear the vicinity lyrically like a carpet bombin
what you reckon?
(chorus)
(Verse 3 : Faith99)
(Chorus)
FAITH C'MON MY DUDE, WRITE UR VERSE, OH AND WE NEED A CHORUS, WHAT SHOULD IT BE?