Post by Los Tha Don on Feb 1, 2005 0:50:42 GMT -5
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I aint even gonna bite yo verse..i'll go off of ya side sprays..
why ya rush'n me ta hit ya wit sumthin that'll leave ya look'n Side ways?/
(LOL..fuckya!!)
LOS(S)..i guess ya could say the name fits ya perfect..
cause what ya jus dropp'd man was down right worthless/
trash.. whacc...that was straight up garbage...
next time ya come ta battle me come with your heart Bytch/
ya heart-less...out in tha battle against a MERCS-MEN..(marksman)
where vest don't matta cuz im aim'n ta leave ya juggula squirtin/
this kids in trouble n hurt'n...all fo call'n me out on PERP"N..(perpatratin")
but this PLAYA(CLICC) gonna make a DON get back on tha Block n WORK IT/
i'm a 10 perfect...got ya Study'n my styles ta learn em..
but ya coulda jus ask'd for a couple tracks woulda been glad ta have ya burn em/
N This Serpant's to bad.. ta listen ta ya hypocritical sermon..
cause if yo flows are already "WEAK"..why would ya continue ta "HURT EM"/
im servin this little bi** ..who try'n ta find his purpose...
Losin ta me but hav'n the gall ta say hes good enough ta get down on DIRTY EARTHS HITS/
Sure KID...While i flip ya a few darn quartas..
guess ya see now why ya shoulda listen'd ta SHARMS POINTERS/
but now ya in MY RING..an i got ya back'd up in tha CORNER....
but this was byond a K.O...this was a call ta the CORERNOR//
I wake up n what do see?? that i have no flow to a k.o. verse..*Lights me a KOOL*..wow people are question'n if i won cause peeps like me??..
But LOSS man, ya gett'n all work'd up ova a battle...dont worry you will have a chance down the road ta get at me with anotha battle...ya make ya self look silly, cuz truth is i really had to earn my respect on here..n if ya ask around i've up'd my game since i first got on ta soundclicc..I would neva question a verse if you wrote it to me and it KO'd me..its already happen'd to me..why you talk down on someone who jus shows up to every battle and consistently drops NICE VERSES, when realisticlly you jus tring to do the same thing...But i dont run ma gums at you besides the little reversal jokes..Good battle LOSS but its over, so get over it, n when ya up the game come holla at me!!
Los Tha Don:
You slang weed half hay, tap girls baggy an ugly
Trust me, you're not as dirty as me, you just dusty
Think to bust on a Don like an unatended water sprinkla?
Got lint bigger than you under the nail on my pinky finger
Got milk? You'll need it soon, this busta don't phase me
With a flow so dry it's like you caught the pasties
Slay me? Aight, go ahead amaze me, trigga
You do dis for jokes, I do for weed an scrilla
I'm bout to peel a fresh lyrical bullet up in yo ass
Even bush hog ho's pointin at you sayin "HE NASTY"
You don't street slang unless you standin on the corner
Suckin cocks an givin rim jobs for da quarter
My force is awesome, whenever I'm drawn to toss suckas
You don't got shit on me Slang, without the sign for dollars
I sport silver and gold, you sport a necklace of pearls
f*** off, you and ya tranny Jerry Springer type girls
The color of choice red, placed at ya chest knock ya world
Make you bubble like hot hurl, wetted like Jerry curls
You still aint learned ya lesson, comin for another?
Your game couldn't even be sold by Parker Brothers
Fathom this, I leave you beheaded like Sleepy Hollow
Leave you under like groundhogs who still aint see they shadows
Rigamortis when they found you, wrapped in burlap
Ya heard that? Bout time this bi** done tapped the mat
Right, that is that wanksta an this is this ya heard me?
Gamble when you battle wid LTD, king of the ring
Leave your eye pussy, walkin wid a limp, arms in slings
Both your parents got cancelled now I'm here to tuck you in
With a hit bound to hurt, then a thick mound of dirt
But mine's the only lullaby that echos through a desert
With a large amount of girth, I stomp down the earth
Around your new permanent home, the opposite of birth
As far as I'm concerned you a ghost
You not a G, bringin mad cow beef to pig roasts
Leave you comatose, Los Tha Don caucasian bread
Straight white like when I make eyes roll back in a head
No matter your color you're still shady amigo
A chip off the block that can't get layed by Frito
Ya solid joints? liquified
Chance to make a point? denied
Your chronic joints are almost 90% pesticide
I'll give you one thing loser
You don't bite rhymes, you chew
I do like razor blade tattoos
You hassle the deaf for reviews
Fuckin flake, lemme guess, you use cheap shampoo?
With no conditioner, no wonder your condition is used
Herbivore to meet this carnivore that's hunts you quick
You can't make it worldwide, you on a taboo tip
Spittin wid "wack lips" cause I smacked you in the mouth
You need practise, dehydrated when you feel the drout
I aint even gonna bite yo verse..i'll go off of ya side sprays..
why ya rush'n me ta hit ya wit sumthin that'll leave ya look'n Side ways?/
(LOL..fuckya!!)
LOS(S)..i guess ya could say the name fits ya perfect..
cause what ya jus dropp'd man was down right worthless/
trash.. whacc...that was straight up garbage...
next time ya come ta battle me come with your heart Bytch/
ya heart-less...out in tha battle against a MERCS-MEN..(marksman)
where vest don't matta cuz im aim'n ta leave ya juggula squirtin/
this kids in trouble n hurt'n...all fo call'n me out on PERP"N..(perpatratin")
but this PLAYA(CLICC) gonna make a DON get back on tha Block n WORK IT/
i'm a 10 perfect...got ya Study'n my styles ta learn em..
but ya coulda jus ask'd for a couple tracks woulda been glad ta have ya burn em/
N This Serpant's to bad.. ta listen ta ya hypocritical sermon..
cause if yo flows are already "WEAK"..why would ya continue ta "HURT EM"/
im servin this little bi** ..who try'n ta find his purpose...
Losin ta me but hav'n the gall ta say hes good enough ta get down on DIRTY EARTHS HITS/
Sure KID...While i flip ya a few darn quartas..
guess ya see now why ya shoulda listen'd ta SHARMS POINTERS/
but now ya in MY RING..an i got ya back'd up in tha CORNER....
but this was byond a K.O...this was a call ta the CORERNOR//
I wake up n what do see?? that i have no flow to a k.o. verse..*Lights me a KOOL*..wow people are question'n if i won cause peeps like me??..
But LOSS man, ya gett'n all work'd up ova a battle...dont worry you will have a chance down the road ta get at me with anotha battle...ya make ya self look silly, cuz truth is i really had to earn my respect on here..n if ya ask around i've up'd my game since i first got on ta soundclicc..I would neva question a verse if you wrote it to me and it KO'd me..its already happen'd to me..why you talk down on someone who jus shows up to every battle and consistently drops NICE VERSES, when realisticlly you jus tring to do the same thing...But i dont run ma gums at you besides the little reversal jokes..Good battle LOSS but its over, so get over it, n when ya up the game come holla at me!!
Los Tha Don:
You slang weed half hay, tap girls baggy an ugly
Trust me, you're not as dirty as me, you just dusty
Think to bust on a Don like an unatended water sprinkla?
Got lint bigger than you under the nail on my pinky finger
Got milk? You'll need it soon, this busta don't phase me
With a flow so dry it's like you caught the pasties
Slay me? Aight, go ahead amaze me, trigga
You do dis for jokes, I do for weed an scrilla
I'm bout to peel a fresh lyrical bullet up in yo ass
Even bush hog ho's pointin at you sayin "HE NASTY"
You don't street slang unless you standin on the corner
Suckin cocks an givin rim jobs for da quarter
My force is awesome, whenever I'm drawn to toss suckas
You don't got shit on me Slang, without the sign for dollars
I sport silver and gold, you sport a necklace of pearls
f*** off, you and ya tranny Jerry Springer type girls
The color of choice red, placed at ya chest knock ya world
Make you bubble like hot hurl, wetted like Jerry curls
You still aint learned ya lesson, comin for another?
Your game couldn't even be sold by Parker Brothers
Fathom this, I leave you beheaded like Sleepy Hollow
Leave you under like groundhogs who still aint see they shadows
Rigamortis when they found you, wrapped in burlap
Ya heard that? Bout time this bi** done tapped the mat
Right, that is that wanksta an this is this ya heard me?
Gamble when you battle wid LTD, king of the ring
Leave your eye pussy, walkin wid a limp, arms in slings
Both your parents got cancelled now I'm here to tuck you in
With a hit bound to hurt, then a thick mound of dirt
But mine's the only lullaby that echos through a desert
With a large amount of girth, I stomp down the earth
Around your new permanent home, the opposite of birth
As far as I'm concerned you a ghost
You not a G, bringin mad cow beef to pig roasts
Leave you comatose, Los Tha Don caucasian bread
Straight white like when I make eyes roll back in a head
No matter your color you're still shady amigo
A chip off the block that can't get layed by Frito
Ya solid joints? liquified
Chance to make a point? denied
Your chronic joints are almost 90% pesticide
I'll give you one thing loser
You don't bite rhymes, you chew
I do like razor blade tattoos
You hassle the deaf for reviews
Fuckin flake, lemme guess, you use cheap shampoo?
With no conditioner, no wonder your condition is used
Herbivore to meet this carnivore that's hunts you quick
You can't make it worldwide, you on a taboo tip
Spittin wid "wack lips" cause I smacked you in the mouth
You need practise, dehydrated when you feel the drout