BigMann313
03-15-2004, 07:47 PM
Ay diz a battle wit me and anotha nigga on anotha forum... who yall think won???
GANGSTA SPIT 1
yo, this is fo a nigga that think he shit
a nigga that think he can spit
one little ass boy who cant control it
he fucke up if da law find out he stole it
come on dawg u sound like dean martin
you got more keyz than valet parking
you talking bout medicine dat dont require perscription
but really all ur doing is bitchin
all ur ryhmes are straight up fiction
prob look like dat boy richard nixon
im sick of ur ass always talking
you either stalking
or gets walking
ima inject some poison into ur veins
that will make your body feel like rain
and will make your three turn into one name
and fuck u up so bad
you wont be able to play da fabulous rap game
youll be such ashame
you will start to become insane..
KEYZ SPIT 1
Ayo...
I usually don't give warnings, I just decide to kill
But I'ma have ya nose runny, so get ya Benadryl
If the Medicine don't put ya to sleep then I will
With a 12 guage, clips filled up wit Niquil
I'm the Metakation, stop ya rap fussin and cussin
Have ya leakin out all ya cherry berry Robotussin
I'ma take ya life, I'ma theif, I always recieve
But I never give up til I full dose ya wit "Aleve" (Headache medicine)
C'mon and bring ya cancer bullets around my ratio
I'll cure it. What you think they call the Metakation fo?
It's not the fact I shoot packs a pills by the mills
Or shoot packs of pellets that leave ya neck wit gills
For all who don't know, Metakation is a Legend
Who stay spittin, react to ryhmes quick like "Excedrin" (fast relief headache medicine)
Warnin, My lines gonna make a tumor in your head start formin
Suggest you take 2 of these pills and call me in the mornin...
Gangsta ~
Spit 2
ay yo i spit lyrical versuses that give you curses and make you carry round purses//
and all ya ass can do is stand there and suck my dick as i throw a lyrical spit dat iz shit//
you cant handle da rhymes, they too exterme for ur brain and will make ur memory go insane from playin a hard ass game//
im da one nigga thatll fuck you up wit each and every lyrical line, each and every time, da battle is mine//
look at yourself if you think u hold any sort of wealth you need a real leather belt//
im sick of these unlyrical flowz dat a hoe like you dont know wut da hell you doing//
im da king of diz forum, remember last spit i took ur lyrics a tore em//
wut da hell you gonna doto me, you gonna put words up on diz screen, datll make you look mean, but ive seen ol' Gz dat look more mean//
as i spit i take down a nice gatorade, while ur ass be drinkin hatorade, you cant take ur lyrics and marinate before you thorw em//
im take some tylenol and stick em in ma nine in shoot em up ur tiny hole, still grabing them from a cereal bowl//
you ain no wut i know, you dont roll like how i roll, you cant flow like i flow//
my bad dawg, i called you richard nixon, i mean to say rudolfs freind vixon//
now is da time im make ma words turn into rhymes, and enter ur mind, and come out ur ears line after line//
ok i dont no wut to say to a faggot that so damn gay but "kill you anotha day".....//
Keyz ~
SPIT 2
Ayo...ayo check
Stop smiling fo grill mashed in and fold in/ Da gangsta wit no teeth can't hold ya golds in/
Hold ya words in, before metakation kick your ass and hold your turds in/
Leave ya inside out, Bazooka shells mouth/ And a red thats slowly approach ya snout/
Whats up? You want rap talk, blood walk, Nigga we could do that/ You scared to kill niggas? I pursue that, true dat/
This conflict but to be resolved be me and my p 90/ You tiny, I send bullets quick to a hiney/
Light you up, You'll be doin a dance/ You gon' be screamin like you got ants in your pants/
check, (read fast)
I'm stoked, you get roped and yoked-you get poked and soaked by 12 rounds gun smoke/
So what you get plucked and tucked beneathe a truck and ran over bitch cause I don't give a fuck/
This ain't a fake this your death date, ya back will break prekalate and stop wait...it ain't done/
You run, I gun, I leave ya stunned/ You rise, I'm cap ya in the eye til body permanently Paralyzed/
You size, you lose ya life, whats yours is mine/ Your soul belongs to me and so does you nine/
Da Wanksta Stanksta, Bitch I'll hang ya ryhmes/ You'll be the first man hung from a Billboard sign/
(slow down)
Hold up, rewind that back/ I just done murdered this nigga wit his own gat/ You ain't welcome to this house, DO YOU SEE A WELCOME MAT?/
Step Back Before I reload this Gat...this is fun shit/ Now make prints punk bitch cause you done wit/
It's over, finished, I wrote what wrotes/ Fuck it this is enough for this rookie, now show me votes?/
tell da truth aight... one nigga said it was tie breaker i wanna here wut yall gotta say
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GANGSTA SPIT 1
yo, this is fo a nigga that think he shit
a nigga that think he can spit
one little ass boy who cant control it
he fucke up if da law find out he stole it
come on dawg u sound like dean martin
you got more keyz than valet parking
you talking bout medicine dat dont require perscription
but really all ur doing is bitchin
all ur ryhmes are straight up fiction
prob look like dat boy richard nixon
im sick of ur ass always talking
you either stalking
or gets walking
ima inject some poison into ur veins
that will make your body feel like rain
and will make your three turn into one name
and fuck u up so bad
you wont be able to play da fabulous rap game
youll be such ashame
you will start to become insane..
KEYZ SPIT 1
Ayo...
I usually don't give warnings, I just decide to kill
But I'ma have ya nose runny, so get ya Benadryl
If the Medicine don't put ya to sleep then I will
With a 12 guage, clips filled up wit Niquil
I'm the Metakation, stop ya rap fussin and cussin
Have ya leakin out all ya cherry berry Robotussin
I'ma take ya life, I'ma theif, I always recieve
But I never give up til I full dose ya wit "Aleve" (Headache medicine)
C'mon and bring ya cancer bullets around my ratio
I'll cure it. What you think they call the Metakation fo?
It's not the fact I shoot packs a pills by the mills
Or shoot packs of pellets that leave ya neck wit gills
For all who don't know, Metakation is a Legend
Who stay spittin, react to ryhmes quick like "Excedrin" (fast relief headache medicine)
Warnin, My lines gonna make a tumor in your head start formin
Suggest you take 2 of these pills and call me in the mornin...
Gangsta ~
Spit 2
ay yo i spit lyrical versuses that give you curses and make you carry round purses//
and all ya ass can do is stand there and suck my dick as i throw a lyrical spit dat iz shit//
you cant handle da rhymes, they too exterme for ur brain and will make ur memory go insane from playin a hard ass game//
im da one nigga thatll fuck you up wit each and every lyrical line, each and every time, da battle is mine//
look at yourself if you think u hold any sort of wealth you need a real leather belt//
im sick of these unlyrical flowz dat a hoe like you dont know wut da hell you doing//
im da king of diz forum, remember last spit i took ur lyrics a tore em//
wut da hell you gonna doto me, you gonna put words up on diz screen, datll make you look mean, but ive seen ol' Gz dat look more mean//
as i spit i take down a nice gatorade, while ur ass be drinkin hatorade, you cant take ur lyrics and marinate before you thorw em//
im take some tylenol and stick em in ma nine in shoot em up ur tiny hole, still grabing them from a cereal bowl//
you ain no wut i know, you dont roll like how i roll, you cant flow like i flow//
my bad dawg, i called you richard nixon, i mean to say rudolfs freind vixon//
now is da time im make ma words turn into rhymes, and enter ur mind, and come out ur ears line after line//
ok i dont no wut to say to a faggot that so damn gay but "kill you anotha day".....//
Keyz ~
SPIT 2
Ayo...ayo check
Stop smiling fo grill mashed in and fold in/ Da gangsta wit no teeth can't hold ya golds in/
Hold ya words in, before metakation kick your ass and hold your turds in/
Leave ya inside out, Bazooka shells mouth/ And a red thats slowly approach ya snout/
Whats up? You want rap talk, blood walk, Nigga we could do that/ You scared to kill niggas? I pursue that, true dat/
This conflict but to be resolved be me and my p 90/ You tiny, I send bullets quick to a hiney/
Light you up, You'll be doin a dance/ You gon' be screamin like you got ants in your pants/
check, (read fast)
I'm stoked, you get roped and yoked-you get poked and soaked by 12 rounds gun smoke/
So what you get plucked and tucked beneathe a truck and ran over bitch cause I don't give a fuck/
This ain't a fake this your death date, ya back will break prekalate and stop wait...it ain't done/
You run, I gun, I leave ya stunned/ You rise, I'm cap ya in the eye til body permanently Paralyzed/
You size, you lose ya life, whats yours is mine/ Your soul belongs to me and so does you nine/
Da Wanksta Stanksta, Bitch I'll hang ya ryhmes/ You'll be the first man hung from a Billboard sign/
(slow down)
Hold up, rewind that back/ I just done murdered this nigga wit his own gat/ You ain't welcome to this house, DO YOU SEE A WELCOME MAT?/
Step Back Before I reload this Gat...this is fun shit/ Now make prints punk bitch cause you done wit/
It's over, finished, I wrote what wrotes/ Fuck it this is enough for this rookie, now show me votes?/
tell da truth aight... one nigga said it was tie breaker i wanna here wut yall gotta say
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