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Canibus - DJ Clue Freestyle 97 ''I Speak At Frequencies'' |
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Dope shit from Canibus off some DJ Clue mixtape from 97.Yo,I speak at frequencies dogs would have trouble hearingCanibus is the lyrical version of German engineeringRaw metaphors keep you high for monthsFly around the earth twice without refuelin onceAin't too many categories I can fit inWhen it comes to spittinCuz I'm overqualified for tha positionThe lazer guided lyrical hybridCreatin scripts so sick,I gotta arm wrestle my pen to write itDon't get excitedCuz if I ever catch one of you wanna-be's bitinWe're gonna be fist fightinSo muthafuckaz whatchu want?I got the shotgun pumpedYou feel like a frog nigga, then jumpI posess the lyrical ammo to battleAnd rip any one of you warm blooded mammals to shablesI'll make examples of you and eat a mouth full of ya crewThe type of emcee you can't out-doi'll battle you on the netI'll battle you in the fleshI'll battle you over the phone you can call me collectI'll battle you for the respectI'll battle you over a blank checkI'll battle you wit a gun to my neckI'll battle you standin over the toilet with my dick outi'll battle you jugglin a hand grenade with da pin outIn a stolen car with da fin number ripped outDrinkin a Guiness Stout doin a 360 spinoutI stay richeous like FarrahkanPuffin on the MarijuanYou understand where I'm comin from?You number 1 then i'm negative 2Basically nigga that means I'm STILL betta than youBasic mathematic and verbal mechanics of rhyminBehold'I crush a peice of coal and create a diamondOn the microphoneI'm sicker than those who've Acquired Immune Difficiency SyndromeAnd every word I utter for hip-hop loversWill reflect forever like 2 mirrors facing each otherThe baddest M-uthaF-uckaLemme break the style down so you don't have to wonderI walk the B-lockWit da G-lockC-ockedTryna get da DR-op on the C-opsBlow spotsCapsize boatsShipwreck yachtsHeadshots hit you at 300 nautical knotsYou call in da copsComplainin about da hip-hopGetin benjaminsLike the L-oxIt don't stopEh-Eh, Eh-EhPut away ya burnasYou can't serve usMy whole CAMP is allergic to bein murderedMetaphors are proofI got more than just a couple screws looseLatinos call me da black JesusSo all who believe in telekenesisAnd JesusI'll touch a parapalegicAnd heal him |
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The Demigodz - Demigodz (Apathy & Celph Titled) |
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[woman talking]Ya know what?I'm sick of motherfuckers talkin about my niggaz The DemigodzY'all just mad cuz we don't walk around with our thumbsin our asses like the rest of y'all jokers...[Apathy]You need a calvary squad to battle these Godz, when Apathy rocksTo even the odds, you need cops after me with gats cockedI'm livin proof that we're rulin with easeCoolin with cheese, schoolin all you foolish emceesWhether talkin to a chick or poppin off at the lipI'm always thinkin 'bout you rappers in a coffin and shitScientists don't try to document how often I spitTo estimate the average body count when squashin a clickRappers are gettin wrecked due to lack of respectCuz y'all couldn't get signed if you was the back of a checkIt's obvious, you little sucker motherfuckers copy thisLike my styles were files, he faked saved to floppy disk(So why did they even try?) I haven't got the foggiestBut I turn fags into punchin bags Rocky hitsOn some Miagi shit, split you with karate kicksDraggin you through the pits of H-E double hockey sticks[Chorus] - 2XThe Demigodz - will crush your click (crush your click!)The Demigodz - will fuck your bitch (fuck your bitch!)The Demigodz - don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck!)The Demigodz - cuz your shit sucks (it sucks!)[Celph Titled]I am the feature presentation, your rhymes are just a segmentA bitch could just look at me, and get herself pregnantI make bustin a gat look good cuz I hold it wellIn second grade I brought a live grenade to class for show-and-tellIt's obvious there ain't no right, go look up "crazy motherfucker"in the dictionary and find a picture of Celph TitledI'm accurate when I terrorize, I am uniqueFuck around and be in a wheelchair as a paralyzed amputee(Can't you see?!) I'm like Chuck Norris swingin his nunchucksBitch-slappin these young sluts, spillin guts outta you dumb fucksSpit flames in battles, leave you cooked in ashesIlliterate son of a bitch you couldn't read a book of matches - faggot!You know my steelo, I be bringin niggaz the best beatsNiggaz'll test me, get so shook they diagnosed for epilepsyI spit trife when I rip mics, nigga I been niceFill you up with bulletholes and play the flute witcha windpipeSlice into two pieces and you still ain't half a manTake cover while I'm throwin rocks at you like cats in PakistanSlap you with my gat-packin backhand, you have that rap manWhen my track jam, even the preacher sayin, "God Damn!!"[Chorus] - 2X[Apathy]You ain't the man shinin, you need a hand witcha rhyminI'll blow ya fuckin head off like a dandelionI jump in the arena and stand up to the lionsExpand like a DNA strand in man scienceFormer old scrolls, to gold on Spanish islandsPirate of the Caribbean brandishing ironIncredible, my rap is like a chemical drugThugs buzz like metal touchin electrical plugsEven skepticals accept the skill is factual proofSpit my raps through the mic and fracture the glass in the boothAnd when it's time to spit, fuck that complex shitI'd rather get crunk and fuck a project chick! (beyotch!)[Celph Titled]We blast cats with the artillery cannonsAttached to the back of the black van me and Ap' caught damage inBrandishin weapons with anolitical tactical techniciansCalculatin coordinates to guide missiles at victimsFor no apparent reason, we could leave you bleedinin a bathroom stall until the custodian comes and scrubs the wallsNiggaz is assed-out like blackbeats winkinI know you ragweeds been speakin, my tribe is like the Last Mohicans[Chorus] - 2X[Apathy + (Celph) singing to the beat]I'll take your girl - and get her in the showerMolest her with a shampoo bottle - for half an hourYou know how we do - when Apathy and Celph Titled come throughYour wife's a slut - she better watch her stuff(Niggaz jockin my beats - why don't you beat your meat?)[woman talking]Man y'all some bitch-ass fuckin niggazRunnin around listenin to that fuckin soft-ass rap musicWe won't never be soft.. y'all should be ashamed of y'all selfSoft-ass scallywag mothefuckers.. we 'bout to clown y'all this year |
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"Soul on Ice" by Ras Kass [Diamond D Remix] |
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The waterproof MC you ain't wettin' meYou need to stop rappin' and start robbin' banks like Steady BCause see no matter how much green you makeYou never taste the avocado just another broke Versace modelTiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survivalThat's why I'm pissin' in y'all Cristal bottlesDrink Listerine brush my teeth with amphetamineSo I can sound fresh and say dope things in betweenYou strike to five my average snorter, I want a womanWith the body of a hoochie and a personality like LaurenCan't even say I didn't know 'cause while we wanna beNWA they create the NWOHow many years, fo' mo' so fuck them fake John GottiesAin't got no Mazzeraties I be at the party sippin' on TodiesMy niggas pumpin' areas, out Audies in SaudiI'm thuggish ruggish to the bone, and I'm gonna dis everybodyChorus (x2):You want the truth, can't handle the truth, you wantLexus Moonroof, Hennesssy 80 proofNiggas scared to death, playin' the game of lifeSoul on iceI keep the afterparty swervin', *inhale* not quite like Michael IrvinEdumacating urban youth, like it or notThese soliloquies explain our people's lack of stabilityYou keepin it real, but ain't got a clue what reality really beSee the diameter of your knowledgeIs the circumference of your activity, meI knew the deal before Babyface went solo, baggin' dime piecesStackin' dividends and dressin' in more linen than Yoko OnoBut on the low doe we fightin' over the scrapsWorshippin' the almighty dollarIn God We Trust, look it overNow what the fuck pyramids got to do with the pilgrims or JehovahNovus Ordo Seclorum means New World OrderThat's why I keep my friends close and my enemies closerWe runnin' around in thousand dollar clown suitsBetter get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to BeirutChorus: (x2)You want the truth, cna't handle the truth, you wantLexus Moonroof, Hennessy 80 proofNiggas scared to death, playin' the game of lifeSoul on iceVoid one time got Lela Rochon callin' my Jimmy SunshineFifth floor on the Mandriane, so go 'head fellaPop your dime, I'm the man whose esophagusTransform to a gat like MegatronHe'a sporter known to Bob Costas, give it a name and you a haterBut violence don't play that gameGuerilla penmanship, the, preacher impeacherHeat seek an MC when I get pissed like a urethraMy day-to-day I'm tryin' to bubble, first placeThis paper I chase, Touch Me and Tease Me like CaseBut in the millenium, this CREAM turns electronicUPC barcodes on the hand is demonicThey got concentration camps from Alaska to JerseyBut when the President declare a national emergencyYou can't crock notes tryin' to Rock The VoteI'm spittin' razor-sharp quotes tryin' to slit a nigga's throatChorus: (x2)You want the truth can't handle the truth, you wantLexus Moonroof, Hennessy 80 proofNiggas scared to death, playin' the game of lifeSoul on iceUh, uhYeahI'm rhymin', beats provided by DiamondLyrics provided by lyrics007.com |
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TRUE Shit - Jay-Z Freestyle |
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Here is an old freestyle from Iceberg Slim off of "The Professional, Part 2" album by DJ Clue.LYRICS:Old school, new school need to know thisI burn like Left Eye Lisa LopezBurn slow like blunts of hydroJigga Man, BK shit, y'all knowJigga Man, ya heard? the fugitive..allow me to spit on this Clue shit,allow me to thank the people for all of their support, and your prayersand all the people that prejudge me, fuck you, suck my dick..[Verse 1]D.A. act like a nigga starvin' for Jayif they lock me in a cage, fuck it, party awayI'm still hot, I'm still S dot ya'llstill got Millions buried in the sock drawerstill holdin' my own on the corner niggawhat can't kill me can only make me stronger niggaand when I get back home get your ass up out the throneit's just goin' back to the way shit wasI'ma stay hot no matter what my shit doesI could drop a straight dud, I'ma stay upniggas tryin' to break my willyou know that ain't my steelI'm Destiny's Child, my fate's been sealedYou're dealin' with a higher powerI'm like Dwight EisenhowerMy life can move a thousand miles and hourreflect me folksAs my world turns like the wheels on a bicycle spokeIt's much deeper than a soap, it's a constant drama seriesAll they see is money, they want me to blind the juryAll this bullshit can make the mind wearyBut my theory is the sun shines clearly(The Sun will shine clearly!)[Verse 2]Now everybody wanna rhyme like Hov' 'cause I rhyme like I be rhymin' in the Rov'climbin' in them hoesmy minds like the diamonds, I'll blind you at them showsI don't shine, I glowI remind you of that doughdon't I? murder niggas won't I?my persona, hustler turned rapper, smell the crack aromasend shots like toma! in any languageleave niggas in a coma when I'm bangin' that Fifthget chicks lit off Coronas and bamboo spliffsand get the camcorder to camcord their hand movementsand for what? ya'll actin' like ya'll better than Hov'ya'll niggas should open up for the Letterman show(*singin*) niggas is funny, all I do is get money and ya'll niggas sound funny to meeverybody's rappin' like they better than Hov' but thats shit's real funny to me(*rappin*) I'm at the forefront of this rap shit, truth is truthlook around at all the platinum, proof is prooflisten to how niggas is rappin', thats do to who?but I'ma let niggas live 'cause it's beautifulLive niggas...Jigga Man ya heard? Clue...Duro... |
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Nothin's Changed (100 Rhymes) - DeProw [Lyrics] |
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Nothin's Changed (100 Rhymes) by DeProw [Beat of International Players Anthem - UGK Feat. Outkast, R.I.P. Pimp C]I typed the text to the rap I want to spitI'm thinkin' back on all the times that I almost quitBut I keep on writin', I keep on rhymin'Now without better timin', i'm takin' what is mine and i'm shinin'And no one can stop me, no matter what they sayThey can come and try me any time and any dayCause DeProw's ready to play, who elses is readyCall the paramedics just to make sure your OKBut on the real, I just want to take a secondTo reflect back on everything that i have been makin'Nothin's really changed for me, it all feels the sameBut there's a big difference more people know my nameI'm not just a person that everybody looks overI am gettin' reconized and when i past they turn their shouldersTo catch a glimpse, of somethin' that is greatEverbodies looking even the ones that like to hateBut don't hate, appreciateAnd just remember, I ain't fakeI'm just bein' me, man can't ya seeNah man you can't, just let me beI'm sorry because you have to envy meBut for now I have some business that I am attendingWell anyways, this song right hereIs called Nothin's Changed, now lets start the realIn case everyone missed out let me try to catch you up to speedLet me give a quick lesson about the history of meFirst album I made was called Game OnNot a very good production but it got the job doneThe Second Time Around, was album number 2The Second Time Around, was a better album tooBecause The Second Time Around makes Game On look like s***But both can't even compare to The Unknown HitsThe Unknown Hits was the first mixtape that I madeAnd this is mixtape number 2 called Doin' My ThingAnyways thats pretty much it, for my historyAnd for what you don't know i'm just leaving it a mysteryI don't think you need to know everything about my lifeBut I do tell you a lot, that is why i writeThat is why I rap, that is my inspirationThat is why i get mad when i know someone is hatin'Because if i right about my life and someone is hatin'Then they're hatin' my life and they are discriminatin'On me and thats somethin' that I don't go forBecause for everyone who hates, I getted p***ed off moreYou think i'm really calm but i'll explode in a secondAnd when I explode you'll think that i'm a Wreckin, Ball,Let me switch it up and try the impossibleAll my next lines are gonna have a titileOf one of my songs that I previously madeLike my really old track called We're All the SameAnd if you disagree then i'mma take you Out the GameI'm gonna take you out the Football GameBecause I already know that I Run the GameAnd that time I wasn't talkin' about a Football GameDon't be scared I don't mean to be Freakin' UI'm just a rapper and I Love What I DoI just like to show everybody that I Luv ItI make music so powerfull that you can Touch ItIf you'll like my 100 Rhymes i'm Not ShureAnd if you don't then I guess it's Game OverOr if its Game On then lets goAll I know is that you'll never catch Ya Boy DeProwYea thats right remember the name DeProwYou must be liviin in a cave if You Don't KnowIf you don't know that DeProw's Rockin'I'm gonna Push you from The Top cause DeProw's never stoppin'Somebody better tell you not to f*** with meSomebody better tell you i'm the Heart of the City"I'm back this is your Conscience i know you hate me"70 Bars in my Conscience ain't even effecting meOr anything i say because you know I ain't Falsifyin'And you know I would Smack That if i was even tryin'For once I just wish for a simple Welcome BackWhen I come through Can't Nobody respect my rapsBut the Damage is Done, done, I can't trust anyoneMy Memories are filled with hatin' from everyone, oneOh well i've learn to just Crush Your EnemiesI just don't even care what them Fags thinkMaybe if Proof thought that I wouldn't say R.I.P.But he is now Down and we never know what could beOne of thes days i'm gonna have some fame in my handLike the Super Mario Brothers and Mega ManBut i'm gonna keep ridin with my Top Let BackI'm gonna rep My Town and no one can take thatI'll always be a Renegade when it comes to this s***Cause all you p***y boys don't want None of ThisWhen it comes to my city i'm gonna be a SoldierNo matter what you do it'll just Make Me StrongerCall me a SC Balla cause this city I own itI'm always gonna own it until my Final MomentI'm gonna sing for the Moment until the day I dieAnd i'm gonna keep singin' until the end of My LifeNows theres only 2 options and one is Hate Me Nowor you can Ride With Me and explode with the crowdNow here comes the time where i'm about to say Good-ByeBut I just made history with my last 30 lines50 song titles made up by me50 song titles through my historyAnd I will make more as long as I breatheBut right now i'm gone so I gotta say peace. |
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Audiosurf [Gang Starr - Manifest] |
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I profess and I dont jest cause the words I manifestThey will take you, sedate you, and I will stress uponYou the need for, you all to feed yourMind and soul, so you can lead your-selfTo keep, I got a real objective hereI am effective here, cause I select a clearMessage to all, suckers I maul they fall fromInto the pit of purgatoryI go for glory, I take an inventoryCountin all the tough luck ducks while I narrateRelate and equate, dictate and debateMy fate is to be, cold makin historyI use sincerity, but Im so very deepDoubts are questions, of all the skepticsIm kickin clout and, Ill leave you vexedIts just true, theres nothing so-so cause I knowRight about to spin it Im in it admit it I did itTo you, cause this is what Im intoSo chill while I instill that we all must fulfillThe proper mission for us and yo this is a mustIts usually lines of my rhymes I ingestThese are the words that I manifest, I manifestI suggest you take a breath for the words I manifestThey will scold you and mold you, while I impress uponYou the fact that, I use my tact atRhymin for climbin, and chill while I attract thatGirl youre with, I got a sincere qualityI give her all of me, cause youre too small to beTryin to riff, so let me uplift and shift my giftLets go to the fullest capacityI got tenacity, because I have to beThe brother who must live and give with much insightForesight to ignite, excite and delightAnd you might gain from it, or feel pain from itBecause Im ultimate, and Im about to let offKnowledge is wisdom, understandingTruths the proof, so wont you throw a handIn the air, put up a peace sign and be fineIf so were feeling good we should we could we wouldStop, think for a moment ok?And then sway while I convey that we must do awayWith all the stress and the strife, so God bless your lifeUse kindness, and never blindnessAnd you will find that this perspective is best, check it outThese are the words that I manifest, I manifestI convey that what I say will awaken you todayAfter jockin while Im talkin, but anywayThat you put it I give you, lyrics to live toRighteousness rules, so I forgive you this timeFor you are being very ignorantThats insignificant, I guess you figured andHoped to be, dope as me, Id you fleeBecause the rest is too much for youIm your professor, I got the touch toDo more than the rest who fess and cant competeIm elite Ill defeat delete and mistreatMake mincemeat of other fools, cause Im the brother whollSnatch up the funds and, make lonely onesI meant it really, cause Im clearly obsessed and iThese are the words that I manifest, I manifest |
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Wu-Tang Clan-Reunited |
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Wu-Tang Clan "Reunited"1997 Wu-Tang Forever [Lyrics][Intro: Roxanne]It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers [3X]It's Wu, ah goin on[Verse One: The Genius/GZA]Reunited, double LP, we're all excitedStruck a match to the underground, industry ignitedfrom metaphorical parables to fertilize the EarthWicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turfScattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happilyTragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidlyUncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositionsYou couldn't add it up, if you mastered additionWhere I come from, gettin visual is habitualDe-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in ritualsI splash the paint on the wall, it formed the muralHe took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was pluralRhymin while impaired, dart hit your garmentPierced your internal, streamlined compartmentsJust consider the unparallel advantageOf a natural disaster that's impossible to manage[Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus]Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funkI smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunkMoonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunkThe touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunkmy name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the churchI come like a thousand dovesBitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough loveUnglove the news, watch a nigga transfuseDirty add to the fuse, heavy at the boozeI don't walk, I get carriedGold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properlybut come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright BrothersThe Indian that sold Manhattan to the white manmy grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck outCome to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouthYou scared? Run around like a plane about to crash[*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*][Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers [2X]Yeah... and RZA[Verse Three: RZA]Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak CaligulaBigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigmaStinkbox, order from pink dotMC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkboxWu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalkTalk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim ThorpeHow can I put it? Life is like video footageHard to edit, directors, that never understood itI'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosageattack when you least notice through explosive postageI don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the dayRuler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm HeadSpread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jigI got the golden egg plus the gooseEighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juiceGinseng boost, I got yo' neck in a nooseKeep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinctsixteen bar nickle sell more copies than KinkoGrow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete usand we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us[Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung]Is it appetite for destructionSlap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttinIron Lung/Twisted MetalI see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angleWorldwide total carnage, the sickest flowthat be code named Agent Orange, killin you slowIt's only right you pay homageto those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solidas a rock when I strike target, ver-balBe screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-balsgot me where I wanna be right now, don't know the timeCheck the hour on your sundial, watch me shineDrunk off of cheap wineEach line be on point when I speak mineOn behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter the WuThirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through[Outro: Roxanne]It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers [6X][*violins play on for a while*]It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers [5X]Yeahhh, Wu-TannnnnngWu-Tannnnnnnng[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii[Roxanne] And RZA... |
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8 MILE - Freestyle part 3 Featuring Xzibit Lunch Time |
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8 MILE - Freestyle part 3 Featuring Xzibit Lunch Time[Vanessa]Man I'm so sick and tired of fucking with this steel. They only give us 30 minutes to eat lunch and chill. My body achin just to get a buck. I'm sick of eating this shit off this fucking lunch truck. Nasty ass food. I'm in a nasty ass mood. I should've called in sick. Shit, I had something to do. [Mike]I can't believe I'm hearing all this ravin and rantin. From Vanessa up in here at the New Detroit stampin. You need to get your food and take your ass back to work. Your dreamin if you think them corny ass raps will work. Look at ya'll freezin out here like dumb fucks, rappin away for food off this ragedy lunch truck. Who want wut? who pumped up? to get rolled up. I spit venom in every direction, soak some up. Look at this fat ass nigga, sloppy sucker. You an ugly mother fucker your pop should've wore a rubber. Stop rhymin keep your day job Vanessa. Next time leave that bull shit home on the dresser. Speaking of dresses take a look at Paul the fruitcake. When you travel you probly pack panties in your suitcase. Made out of lace from Victoria's secret. If 10 men came in a cup you'd probly drink it. [B-Rabbit]Ok folks enough with the gay jokes especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, eh loc? His style is doo doo. You've worked here longer then me and I get paid more then you do. Dawg, take a seat. Wut's this guy standing in line for? He ain't got money to eat. Check this out yo yo. This guy cashed his whole pay check and bought 1 ho ho. Fucking homo little maggot. You can't hack it. Paul's gay ... your a faggot. At least he admits it. Don't even risk it. This guys starvin to death someone get him a biscuit! I don't know wut they told you Mike ... you must had them cornrolls rolled too tight. This job you wanna quit but you can't. You've worked at this plant so long ... your a plant. Look at your goddam boots for christ sakes they're starting to grow roots. On this mic you get faded. You look like a pissed off rapper who never made it. Hey why you fucking with gay guy G? when really your the one whos got the HIV. Man I'm done with this clown he's soft. Fuck it ... I'll let home girl finish you off. |
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