Fallacy
05-27-2003, 03:49 PM
Unlimited Bars
first to 5 votes
3-0 TKO
I spit first
post by tommorrow
My Verse:
Please-believe, Ima burn you wit enormous degrees-wit-ease, Im relieved-ta-see these mourners increase-their-plees/
Like being in a car crash wit Alicia, your deceased-wit-KEYS, you easy-ta-read, another diseased-MC who didnt live up to what he was believed-ta-be/
My punch methods is sick like hittin u wit my wrist after fist fuckin an AIDS infested bitch, fallacy spits hotter then the wettest clit/
Youll drown in it like an anoerixic dick tryin to fuck an obese pregnant chick/
Once again you wanna battle me, Havent you been topped-enough, do I need to *cut your fingers off* to prove you *lost-ya-touch/
Ya cryin ta end-this-shit but each bar is a death sentence-spit, lemme see ur *guts* dawg, wit a knife ripped appendix-bitch/
I supply relelentless-fists while ur punches jus bend-ur-wrist like a femiminist, like a *retarded phone service *ur punches are slow to be *connected-kid/
I need silence so shut the fuck up when ur daddy-is-spittin, or Ima leave u wit a *red cap* but I aint talkin *Cincinnati-fitteds/
If ya *knuckles had satillite cordinates* ya *punches* still couldnt be *direct*,
Get off da mic cus like a *special ed student in a porno* bdejong *dont come correct*/
fallacy drop the *dopeness* like I was shittin-buds, now I'm *layin the smack down* like *Whitney Houston quittin-drugs*/
Got *faggot DNA*, so u can say bdejong is *homo-gene-ized*, watch as I blast-this-guy/(homogenized)
Gather round for bdejong's fast-demise,fallacy cant be *seen* cuz the *heat* I spit is highly *past-ur-eyes* (pastureized)
Dip my fists in *HCl* so the punches *compound-your-misery*,if ur audios is like ur text then u must be soundin-misreably/ (1)
Fuck what this gay-say, time to come down bdejong ur beyond ur hay-day, Im not a *drama king* but Ima leave *K(id)-slayed*/ (2)
I hate to bash-ya-luck but like bdejong in a room wit the elders ya ass-is-fucked, you like homos to grab-ya-butt you faggot-cunt!/
i rip out ya ab-&-guts den when the herse rollin by ill blast-tha-casket-up steady slappin-punks thats actin-tough but soft as soggy captain-crunch/
i grabbed-ya-slut and bussed a massive-nut made her suck my dick til her mouth was dry with a ashy-tounge/
Hear me knockin? better lock-the-door, cuz when fallacy pop-the-four, itll leave ur *wig red* like Charlie Baltimore/(lmmfao)
Only street *elements* this kid know is when I combine his head wit the *hardest-cement* and make him *famous* by turning his rug into the red *carpet-treatment*/
fallacy defines-the-best Ima find-mah-techs let em redesign-ur-chest, *peep* thru the *holes* and ask "aight whos time-is-next?"/
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first to 5 votes
3-0 TKO
I spit first
post by tommorrow
My Verse:
Please-believe, Ima burn you wit enormous degrees-wit-ease, Im relieved-ta-see these mourners increase-their-plees/
Like being in a car crash wit Alicia, your deceased-wit-KEYS, you easy-ta-read, another diseased-MC who didnt live up to what he was believed-ta-be/
My punch methods is sick like hittin u wit my wrist after fist fuckin an AIDS infested bitch, fallacy spits hotter then the wettest clit/
Youll drown in it like an anoerixic dick tryin to fuck an obese pregnant chick/
Once again you wanna battle me, Havent you been topped-enough, do I need to *cut your fingers off* to prove you *lost-ya-touch/
Ya cryin ta end-this-shit but each bar is a death sentence-spit, lemme see ur *guts* dawg, wit a knife ripped appendix-bitch/
I supply relelentless-fists while ur punches jus bend-ur-wrist like a femiminist, like a *retarded phone service *ur punches are slow to be *connected-kid/
I need silence so shut the fuck up when ur daddy-is-spittin, or Ima leave u wit a *red cap* but I aint talkin *Cincinnati-fitteds/
If ya *knuckles had satillite cordinates* ya *punches* still couldnt be *direct*,
Get off da mic cus like a *special ed student in a porno* bdejong *dont come correct*/
fallacy drop the *dopeness* like I was shittin-buds, now I'm *layin the smack down* like *Whitney Houston quittin-drugs*/
Got *faggot DNA*, so u can say bdejong is *homo-gene-ized*, watch as I blast-this-guy/(homogenized)
Gather round for bdejong's fast-demise,fallacy cant be *seen* cuz the *heat* I spit is highly *past-ur-eyes* (pastureized)
Dip my fists in *HCl* so the punches *compound-your-misery*,if ur audios is like ur text then u must be soundin-misreably/ (1)
Fuck what this gay-say, time to come down bdejong ur beyond ur hay-day, Im not a *drama king* but Ima leave *K(id)-slayed*/ (2)
I hate to bash-ya-luck but like bdejong in a room wit the elders ya ass-is-fucked, you like homos to grab-ya-butt you faggot-cunt!/
i rip out ya ab-&-guts den when the herse rollin by ill blast-tha-casket-up steady slappin-punks thats actin-tough but soft as soggy captain-crunch/
i grabbed-ya-slut and bussed a massive-nut made her suck my dick til her mouth was dry with a ashy-tounge/
Hear me knockin? better lock-the-door, cuz when fallacy pop-the-four, itll leave ur *wig red* like Charlie Baltimore/(lmmfao)
Only street *elements* this kid know is when I combine his head wit the *hardest-cement* and make him *famous* by turning his rug into the red *carpet-treatment*/
fallacy defines-the-best Ima find-mah-techs let em redesign-ur-chest, *peep* thru the *holes* and ask "aight whos time-is-next?"/
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