I'm smacking pathetic whores, immaculate metaphors.
Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 6:11 am
I guess it's about time I weighed in on this, huh?
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My skill can’t be fucked with, the fact of it is: So, ain’t nothing to drop an immaculate dis.
Now, watch if you will as Jack and his kids will get smacked by the Ill the way Africa did.
EM’ll never be famous in music so aiming is useless, plus y’all lame and you’re stupid.
Like, E-MaKulate Metaphorz? I can tell which dude spelled the name of the crew, Quix.
Plus you’re both gay, it’s so obvious when you grab male packages more than post offices.
You’re both talking big but the only ones into Jack ‘n’ Quix are afraid of their folks walking in.
Wanna hear something ironic? A guy that slow naming himself Quix. That’s fucking moronic.
But what takes the cake in this incident: Jack ain’t ever jacked nothing and ain’t ever ripping shit.
Jack da Rippa likes harassing strippers and cuddling on the couch with Quix after dinner.
Bitches about votes that don’t tag him winner. Watch this rat get shitted on. Master Splinter.
I’ll attack your mind in half the time it takes you to blink, but I can get physical, too.
Like I’ll crack your spine for being so fake that you’re practically invisible, dude.
And fuck your pitiful crew, not that I consider it a crew for even a minute, cause it isn’t.
Quix boasts two members, Jack’s a brand new recruit and Riggz says he isn’t even in it!
You better eat your spinach. You’re gonna need your strength to keep me at length.
And Quix, you need to go back to school; don’t deviate; and remediate all the easy grades.
Fuck this wannabe crew leader phony. Fuck your cronies. Fuck your toadies.
And fuck Jack who jumped on the bandwagon so fast you thought he was a fucking Roadie.
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/blokb-vt20284.html
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/milto ... 20256.html
My skill can’t be fucked with, the fact of it is: So, ain’t nothing to drop an immaculate dis.
Now, watch if you will as Jack and his kids will get smacked by the Ill the way Africa did.
EM’ll never be famous in music so aiming is useless, plus y’all lame and you’re stupid.
Like, E-MaKulate Metaphorz? I can tell which dude spelled the name of the crew, Quix.
Plus you’re both gay, it’s so obvious when you grab male packages more than post offices.
You’re both talking big but the only ones into Jack ‘n’ Quix are afraid of their folks walking in.
Wanna hear something ironic? A guy that slow naming himself Quix. That’s fucking moronic.
But what takes the cake in this incident: Jack ain’t ever jacked nothing and ain’t ever ripping shit.
Jack da Rippa likes harassing strippers and cuddling on the couch with Quix after dinner.
Bitches about votes that don’t tag him winner. Watch this rat get shitted on. Master Splinter.
I’ll attack your mind in half the time it takes you to blink, but I can get physical, too.
Like I’ll crack your spine for being so fake that you’re practically invisible, dude.
And fuck your pitiful crew, not that I consider it a crew for even a minute, cause it isn’t.
Quix boasts two members, Jack’s a brand new recruit and Riggz says he isn’t even in it!
You better eat your spinach. You’re gonna need your strength to keep me at length.
And Quix, you need to go back to school; don’t deviate; and remediate all the easy grades.
Fuck this wannabe crew leader phony. Fuck your cronies. Fuck your toadies.
And fuck Jack who jumped on the bandwagon so fast you thought he was a fucking Roadie.