Post by Los Tha Don on Aug 29, 2006 6:24:06 GMT -5
Triple Z:
u target practice-when I tangle and rip-ur Freudian slips-//
u a decoy getting bombed like old battleships ur neck splits and blood spits//
see clearly cuz just like them u'll be remembered in history//
after worn off anesthesia feel the pain from brain surgery//
now u wishing this was make believe like the movies//
keep one eye on your chic given me brain serving me//
hypnotic, jack and coke while she's slurping and burping//
frequently like a New born baby my snikers is satisfying//
maybe not a direct hit for fatality one in each leg and two in the body//
u narrowly escaped a statistical casualty visual exit wounds are bull's eyed exactly//
u calm like a glass of water, when the cockback releases on this revolver//
this vial vindictive author pours acid on ur structure cofidence and composure//
I got my foot on the gas and use both hands when I steer//
with the headlights on ur frail stance like a deer//
u easy exposed open road roadkill froze with fear//
you go ahead and play dumb standing there waiting for death to appear//
Los Tha Don:
You're a DUMB FAGGOT with a LIMP DICK, that's 3 reasons why you can't get it STRAIGHT/
"Triple Z", your name clearly states you're at the END OF THE LINE, three times to date (alphabet)/
You fell off the top bunk on that verse, dream-typer, you musta been CATCHIN Z'S (ZZZ snoring)/
You couldn't put me to sleep if you gave me a theraputic mattress an 13 Tylenol 3's/
I'm CONTINUOUS PROGRESSION, you couldn't FLOW if you were a new SEWER DRAIN in the RAIN/
I'll cut open your neck, chest and spleen with ya own CD, inflict YOU the VERBAL PAIN/
Under 800 posts to vote? This dude knows the forum VETERANS would take MY SIDE/
That's fine with me, because either way this chump is SWEATING, bound to be DENIED/
Only HITS you makin follow the letter S (shits), you come equipped with PEPTO BISMOL an DRAINO/
Only CHIPS you makin is from munchin on a man's BAG while he's sitting down, COUCH POTATO/
You can't avoid 3 strikes, 3 bites, you ride like 3 dykez on a bike, so learn to act right/
Instead of flailing your hands and trying to bite your ear, useless like Helen Keller's light/
Try me fella, yo I just got DEJA VU, didn't I destroy your battleship when I dropped B4 (before)/
You scream V for "VINDICTIVE" like it's addictive, I holla V for "VENDETTA" (movie), murder galore/
Go ahead and flaunt your weak taunts, I speak jaunt to leave you as a daunt diary keeper (no courage)/
I welcome DEATH with open arms but I'm still alive while you're haunted by the GRIM REAPER/
u target practice-when I tangle and rip-ur Freudian slips-//
u a decoy getting bombed like old battleships ur neck splits and blood spits//
see clearly cuz just like them u'll be remembered in history//
after worn off anesthesia feel the pain from brain surgery//
now u wishing this was make believe like the movies//
keep one eye on your chic given me brain serving me//
hypnotic, jack and coke while she's slurping and burping//
frequently like a New born baby my snikers is satisfying//
maybe not a direct hit for fatality one in each leg and two in the body//
u narrowly escaped a statistical casualty visual exit wounds are bull's eyed exactly//
u calm like a glass of water, when the cockback releases on this revolver//
this vial vindictive author pours acid on ur structure cofidence and composure//
I got my foot on the gas and use both hands when I steer//
with the headlights on ur frail stance like a deer//
u easy exposed open road roadkill froze with fear//
you go ahead and play dumb standing there waiting for death to appear//
Los Tha Don:
You're a DUMB FAGGOT with a LIMP DICK, that's 3 reasons why you can't get it STRAIGHT/
"Triple Z", your name clearly states you're at the END OF THE LINE, three times to date (alphabet)/
You fell off the top bunk on that verse, dream-typer, you musta been CATCHIN Z'S (ZZZ snoring)/
You couldn't put me to sleep if you gave me a theraputic mattress an 13 Tylenol 3's/
I'm CONTINUOUS PROGRESSION, you couldn't FLOW if you were a new SEWER DRAIN in the RAIN/
I'll cut open your neck, chest and spleen with ya own CD, inflict YOU the VERBAL PAIN/
Under 800 posts to vote? This dude knows the forum VETERANS would take MY SIDE/
That's fine with me, because either way this chump is SWEATING, bound to be DENIED/
Only HITS you makin follow the letter S (shits), you come equipped with PEPTO BISMOL an DRAINO/
Only CHIPS you makin is from munchin on a man's BAG while he's sitting down, COUCH POTATO/
You can't avoid 3 strikes, 3 bites, you ride like 3 dykez on a bike, so learn to act right/
Instead of flailing your hands and trying to bite your ear, useless like Helen Keller's light/
Try me fella, yo I just got DEJA VU, didn't I destroy your battleship when I dropped B4 (before)/
You scream V for "VINDICTIVE" like it's addictive, I holla V for "VENDETTA" (movie), murder galore/
Go ahead and flaunt your weak taunts, I speak jaunt to leave you as a daunt diary keeper (no courage)/
I welcome DEATH with open arms but I'm still alive while you're haunted by the GRIM REAPER/