The Preacher
02-21-2003, 02:40 PM
Aiyo-i aint really got time for this or the appetite to battle some1 i got that much praise for but here goes-straight off tha dome man,
Aiyo,
my battle raps 'll cause you catterachs- 'n leave you blinded/
you raps so fuckin bacwards-it dont make sense til i rewind it!/
aiyo,Divine -"quit!!"-i started first-'n now the stage is shook/
i seen youre momma is a porno once-but now the pages' stuck!/
aiyo-you start to bleed, before i even came- to start the beef/
beat so phat the track is spat- and you get heart disease/
got this emcee on bent knees-lyrics pressed, to the back a ya brain/
i got you locked up 'n knocked up-and shackled 'n chained/
and it aint just this fuckin humour that got you all doublin up/
my uppercuts hit with power-unleashin ya blood 'n guts/
"aiyo,i could'a.." -"whut!?"-nigga you aint got a chance in hell/
got you feelin like Billy Elliot-a gay that danced 'n fell/
my technique 'll leave ya neck weak-til you nod to my shit/
i dont wanna see you suffer-enough a life-so jus' die bitch!/
im like this-your tongue lacks any comebacks/
i kill from the first second-you fuckin starting with fun-slaps/
your lung c'lapsed-i send a fax -to ya next a kin/
my rap attacks like poison-so just fuckin wait til it settles in/
i get a grin from rappin-its like i can kill legal-and even win/
so ill etch these lyrics im droppin-on the coffin you leavin in!!!!
Aiyo,
my battle raps 'll cause you catterachs- 'n leave you blinded/
you raps so fuckin bacwards-it dont make sense til i rewind it!/
aiyo,Divine -"quit!!"-i started first-'n now the stage is shook/
i seen youre momma is a porno once-but now the pages' stuck!/
aiyo-you start to bleed, before i even came- to start the beef/
beat so phat the track is spat- and you get heart disease/
got this emcee on bent knees-lyrics pressed, to the back a ya brain/
i got you locked up 'n knocked up-and shackled 'n chained/
and it aint just this fuckin humour that got you all doublin up/
my uppercuts hit with power-unleashin ya blood 'n guts/
"aiyo,i could'a.." -"whut!?"-nigga you aint got a chance in hell/
got you feelin like Billy Elliot-a gay that danced 'n fell/
my technique 'll leave ya neck weak-til you nod to my shit/
i dont wanna see you suffer-enough a life-so jus' die bitch!/
im like this-your tongue lacks any comebacks/
i kill from the first second-you fuckin starting with fun-slaps/
your lung c'lapsed-i send a fax -to ya next a kin/
my rap attacks like poison-so just fuckin wait til it settles in/
i get a grin from rappin-its like i can kill legal-and even win/
so ill etch these lyrics im droppin-on the coffin you leavin in!!!!