Some Dumb Shit Part Duece
Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 1:28 am
More shoutbox shit for dat ass...
I put ether in shells, leave you with leshions and welts/
I'd expose yer weakness but yer verses speak for themselves/
You seem to excel at ensurin you dont appear the wackest/
But thats just the result of many years of practice/
Yer mirror's cracked kid, tryin to pass as a true star/
So you rap with a crew full of cats wacker than you are/
Yer damaged and used bars are lackin in substance/
I'm the master of puppets, Ruck is bombin tracks like a Russian/
Blazin the clubs, leavin scrapes and abrasions on thugs/
I wait from above, death is fast when you're racin a slug/
You lames came with a dud when we expected atomic attacks/
yer fuckin skills are weak, like a virgin, madonna with raps/
I'm osama with axes, fuck the drama and madness/
You talk of the blackness, but my mind's darker than Kwanzaa and catfish/
You were drawn to the wackness, I'll be yer savior of music/
Just save yer excuses, I can spit over beats, hums, bass or acoustics/
i'll murder the next rook, my text cooks vets, leave the best shook/
flex on ex-crooks, watch em bounce like junior's check book/
in the coldest of seasons i'm roastin the regions/
approachin eve and adam, stab em and leave both of em screamin/
now the score is closer to even, im the weed growin in eden/
if i was flowin on a boat then the oceans would deepen/
my frees are potent, shit they need a trojan/
ive shot more i's and ripped more tee's than hogan/
leave you beat and thrown in yer grave, diseased and frozen/
but i'm the beast of flowin, you can rest but i'll make sure yer peace is broken/
rain man is insane, obsessed with bloodstains and buttrape/
guts draped over a sluts face if she lets my nuts scrape/
cuz ruck's great, theres no denying the facts/
when he's supplyin the raps that cats are dyin to snatch/
defiant and brash, leave you slashed like a lion attacked/
many try and hit back after they make sure their spine is intact/
I put ether in shells, leave you with leshions and welts/
I'd expose yer weakness but yer verses speak for themselves/
You seem to excel at ensurin you dont appear the wackest/
But thats just the result of many years of practice/
Yer mirror's cracked kid, tryin to pass as a true star/
So you rap with a crew full of cats wacker than you are/
Yer damaged and used bars are lackin in substance/
I'm the master of puppets, Ruck is bombin tracks like a Russian/
Blazin the clubs, leavin scrapes and abrasions on thugs/
I wait from above, death is fast when you're racin a slug/
You lames came with a dud when we expected atomic attacks/
yer fuckin skills are weak, like a virgin, madonna with raps/
I'm osama with axes, fuck the drama and madness/
You talk of the blackness, but my mind's darker than Kwanzaa and catfish/
You were drawn to the wackness, I'll be yer savior of music/
Just save yer excuses, I can spit over beats, hums, bass or acoustics/
i'll murder the next rook, my text cooks vets, leave the best shook/
flex on ex-crooks, watch em bounce like junior's check book/
in the coldest of seasons i'm roastin the regions/
approachin eve and adam, stab em and leave both of em screamin/
now the score is closer to even, im the weed growin in eden/
if i was flowin on a boat then the oceans would deepen/
my frees are potent, shit they need a trojan/
ive shot more i's and ripped more tee's than hogan/
leave you beat and thrown in yer grave, diseased and frozen/
but i'm the beast of flowin, you can rest but i'll make sure yer peace is broken/
rain man is insane, obsessed with bloodstains and buttrape/
guts draped over a sluts face if she lets my nuts scrape/
cuz ruck's great, theres no denying the facts/
when he's supplyin the raps that cats are dyin to snatch/
defiant and brash, leave you slashed like a lion attacked/
many try and hit back after they make sure their spine is intact/