PrecisE and Hazard msn cypher

[precise]

hazerd: i'll Demolish A "Mic" Like Media Critics, No Top Kid im Seein u Wristliss/ Ripp Hits Like Jibs Lit i'll Spit Clips Split Lids Leave ya Sight on death Specific/

precise: body sink quick in the pacific// think its a sick flip when youre chucklin with ya ribs split// hazard the the grim kid, on my team and the clips are full// face it.. these two are invincible//

hazerd: its A Principal Developed A Precise Assassin , Leave u in a Hole Wit my Knife Strait Strapped in/ you Laughin Gaspin Jokes A Death "Blow-Passed-Quick" Like Addicts/ Brains Massive All Percentage on The Ground, Stain Clappin Led Flipz Contrast ya Mouth/

precise: we come up with em quick, so fuck rhymes we pass-em-out// ask-ta-bout and you just aimin to get smashed-around// kids cant match-the-sound, its too high, in fact past-the-clouds// so we always known to stand our ground//

hazerd:im A Savior Fa Haters Give Them Occupation, Afta Paper Raps My Chasa Gotta Gift i Ayn out Fa Ribbons/ Sick Shit im Spittin Up amounts To A Bucket Of Throw Up, ill Scripts Gittin Bucks Pumpin Ya "Roll Up"/ Like Dope Cutt Flows Tucked Unda ya Neck Control'd RUPT!!/

precise: spit heat in flows bud, till opponents start to scab and roast up// sick flows, more diseases then an old slut// lmfao fuck ememies well leave em cold crushed n there flow snuffed till the soot fall// as i "throw punch" like a winnin team in football//

hazerd: Competition Like Tournements i "Took all", i'll Strt Blowin Lines At A Potent Cline Like Coke Balls/ Hazardous Fuems Catchin Each Crew With Rapid Hits Thru There Massive Lids Blue/ Seein Downfall Like "Bombin Planes".. i'll Strt "Cuttin Da Green" Neva Calm Wit Blades Bomb ya Brain/Like A Topliss Dame Drop This Game Like "Dots Wit Names" i'll Get my Dot N Drop ya Frame Get Popped Fa Sayin Precise

precise: like he said.. never calm-with-blades// ill palm-grenades, blowin the earth of its axis till napalm-is-rained// this is E.V.I.L. and your god-is-slain, ill strip all-his-fame and stomp-the-name// cought-in-rage, ill top-the-stage with a plot-to-reign and cause-a-craze// speak on dead presidents, till they roll over in there grave and the coffin-raise// you can cough-in-pain while hazerd cross-ya-veins// known to "dance" n tussle like a prominade//

i dunno he went offline on msn like 15 minits ago n i waited for him to come back but i guess his msn fucked up n disconnected so figured id just post what we had

[Mac]

Shit's Pretty Dope For A MSN Cypher, Next Time Invite Me You Fat Ugly Baboons. Lol.