Lyrical Killa
luk at dis, a newbie rappa popping up on this website//
horror movie actor take your fears to da bed-side//
you ignorant to think that your rhymes will suffice in dis//
i’d rather fuck two hoes n bitches and get syphilis//
now listen up before you run your mouth, im dope by definition//
killa, lining up rappers like militaries line up positions//
rappas like me are hard to find, even with clear vision//
yall rappers ducking to hide because you fear my precision//
no decision, killa wins the battle anonymous//
i drop rookies so quickly, there aint no plan for dis//
just watch out when your name pops up next to mine//
cause I remind faga lik u my lyrical sign//
so fear da noise that comes when i grip a mic//
cause i spit what they like, air strike, is like hype//
fights, i win the battle by clear stoppage//
its your turn bitch, go ahead, try to top it//
Korupt
Pls note:this words r not to be taken personally.
Ai bar bujbi kare koy a real bangali deala,amar chonde bishakto kormu tor shara bela/
Bishudho duniyar paibi na tui dekha,loeiya vul korsos amar loge tui panga//
Hala nijere koss tui Lyrical Killa,lyrics'er paros ki,tui jst boya agaira cil'las/
Shobar mukhe aki kotha,jarei tui jiga,"ai pola'r seriously mathar shob tar chera"//
U'll b knocked out as ma lyrics attack u,I'll throw ya down and Sadam's Statue/
After i'm done my spitting on u,people's note will say "Katrina* dumped(mess up) u,dont Boo whoo(cry)"//
I'll shooting punches like US army shooting Iraqis/
Leave this scene quickly like 'em Palestinians fleeing from Isrealies//
Spectators make rumors a fact,public truth that nth makes it** standin-fron-ta-lady(stand in front a lady)/
So now i say, with ur crap attack,u wont enev be able to take a candy-from-a-baby//
So just stop talking bout ur fake wiskeys-and-guns/
If ya dont shut up,i'mma 'snap' u like biscuits-and-buns//
Every girl hate u cause u got a long nose(lies/chapabaji)/
Even if ya marry a whore he gonna give u divorce//
In earning a dime it takes u longer than a guy who's broke/
So in the end Love Sex Money u got none of those//
*Katrina-Hurricane Katrina,i'm saying tat my lyrics is gonna leave him messed up lik Hurricane Katrina did to the towns & villages
**it-his dick
luk at dis, a newbie rappa popping up on this website//
horror movie actor take your fears to da bed-side//
you ignorant to think that your rhymes will suffice in dis//
i’d rather fuck two hoes n bitches and get syphilis//
now listen up before you run your mouth, im dope by definition//
killa, lining up rappers like militaries line up positions//
rappas like me are hard to find, even with clear vision//
yall rappers ducking to hide because you fear my precision//
no decision, killa wins the battle anonymous//
i drop rookies so quickly, there aint no plan for dis//
just watch out when your name pops up next to mine//
cause I remind faga lik u my lyrical sign//
so fear da noise that comes when i grip a mic//
cause i spit what they like, air strike, is like hype//
fights, i win the battle by clear stoppage//
its your turn bitch, go ahead, try to top it//
Korupt
Pls note:this words r not to be taken personally.
Ai bar bujbi kare koy a real bangali deala,amar chonde bishakto kormu tor shara bela/
Bishudho duniyar paibi na tui dekha,loeiya vul korsos amar loge tui panga//
Hala nijere koss tui Lyrical Killa,lyrics'er paros ki,tui jst boya agaira cil'las/
Shobar mukhe aki kotha,jarei tui jiga,"ai pola'r seriously mathar shob tar chera"//
U'll b knocked out as ma lyrics attack u,I'll throw ya down and Sadam's Statue/
After i'm done my spitting on u,people's note will say "Katrina* dumped(mess up) u,dont Boo whoo(cry)"//
I'll shooting punches like US army shooting Iraqis/
Leave this scene quickly like 'em Palestinians fleeing from Isrealies//
Spectators make rumors a fact,public truth that nth makes it** standin-fron-ta-lady(stand in front a lady)/
So now i say, with ur crap attack,u wont enev be able to take a candy-from-a-baby//
So just stop talking bout ur fake wiskeys-and-guns/
If ya dont shut up,i'mma 'snap' u like biscuits-and-buns//
Every girl hate u cause u got a long nose(lies/chapabaji)/
Even if ya marry a whore he gonna give u divorce//
In earning a dime it takes u longer than a guy who's broke/
So in the end Love Sex Money u got none of those//
*Katrina-Hurricane Katrina,i'm saying tat my lyrics is gonna leave him messed up lik Hurricane Katrina did to the towns & villages
**it-his dick
Last edited by DJ R@F on Wed Jul 16, 2008 9:32 pm; edited 1 time in total