Pro
Fuck this fake, I’m a break ya shape...put you outta contention...
So we can all keep it real, the next time your death is mentioned.
All gothic and pathetic...brooding on ya mattress, dunny...you’s lame...
S.K’s[Silent Killer aka Tariff] like ''Marilyn Manson'', minus the hot actress, money, and fame.
In flocks I’m landing jabs...you can’t face commandin strikes...
S’why ya showin more backpedal than a fleet of tandem bikes.
Things are tight down below so I’m bustin from clothes, how true...
While ya penis livin large, with enough space for a guest house n’ pool.
Duct tape mouth, nose, & ass, bottle hot air that can’t be ignored...
Then pass the nastiest gas, when I hand you over to the morgue.
And now back to what’s fake, you couldn’t rep that at your best...
Seems ya battle rec’s more doctored than Pam Anderson’s chest.
And about the show, I’ll use the flow...drown ya hide cuz ya lackin...
Then hold my own ''Baywatch''...to see if the tide brings you back in.
Is this enough lines, son? Lose ya breath while I take charge n’ gun it...
You might of asked for a marathon, but sure as shit ain’t gonna run it.
DJ Tarif
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Why do you claim yourself as "PRO"//
You got nothing accept smelly little "TOE"//
Tor ashol namm Proshon//
keno tui shobshomoy koros dhorshon// (Dhorshon-rape in bangla)
That too What!!rapeing little kids//
Fucking them hard and drinking their piss//
Hey yo bro you wana rap battle//
Then stop kissing those stincky cattle//
Every one knows that you are a gay//
Cuaz we saw you selling your ass at E-Bay// (E-Bay - internet shopping site)
Look this lil kid wana be tough//
But i heard he jerks off with his own cough// (cough-mucus)
I see you got fat list of hobbies//
But you forgot to mention you love fucking your fat aunties//
now stop dreaming about Brad Pitt//
Aite i have to go cauz angelina is waiting in ma cars back seat//
No OFFENCE!!
PEACE 1.
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Fuck this fake, I’m a break ya shape...put you outta contention...
So we can all keep it real, the next time your death is mentioned.
All gothic and pathetic...brooding on ya mattress, dunny...you’s lame...
S.K’s[Silent Killer aka Tariff] like ''Marilyn Manson'', minus the hot actress, money, and fame.
In flocks I’m landing jabs...you can’t face commandin strikes...
S’why ya showin more backpedal than a fleet of tandem bikes.
Things are tight down below so I’m bustin from clothes, how true...
While ya penis livin large, with enough space for a guest house n’ pool.
Duct tape mouth, nose, & ass, bottle hot air that can’t be ignored...
Then pass the nastiest gas, when I hand you over to the morgue.
And now back to what’s fake, you couldn’t rep that at your best...
Seems ya battle rec’s more doctored than Pam Anderson’s chest.
And about the show, I’ll use the flow...drown ya hide cuz ya lackin...
Then hold my own ''Baywatch''...to see if the tide brings you back in.
Is this enough lines, son? Lose ya breath while I take charge n’ gun it...
You might of asked for a marathon, but sure as shit ain’t gonna run it.
DJ Tarif
-----------------------------------------
Why do you claim yourself as "PRO"//
You got nothing accept smelly little "TOE"//
Tor ashol namm Proshon//
keno tui shobshomoy koros dhorshon// (Dhorshon-rape in bangla)
That too What!!rapeing little kids//
Fucking them hard and drinking their piss//
Hey yo bro you wana rap battle//
Then stop kissing those stincky cattle//
Every one knows that you are a gay//
Cuaz we saw you selling your ass at E-Bay// (E-Bay - internet shopping site)
Look this lil kid wana be tough//
But i heard he jerks off with his own cough// (cough-mucus)
I see you got fat list of hobbies//
But you forgot to mention you love fucking your fat aunties//
now stop dreaming about Brad Pitt//
Aite i have to go cauz angelina is waiting in ma cars back seat//
No OFFENCE!!
PEACE 1.
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Last edited by DJ R@F on Sat Jul 12, 2008 2:36 am; edited 1 time in total