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You think your bad bring it

i was born in da uk
my parents thought i was doing ok
i got moved to a private school
were i got treated like a fool
i failed every test but im one of de best im my class
i dnt need a back stage pass
im de boi dat alwayz completes a task
if u touch me ull get a shock
im da boi from da block
the clock is ticking so u better run u no i always get da job done
dis aint ment to be fun i alwayz dring coke and rum
cause ya name is unknow like a a call on my phone
ive seen u follow me home but no im n da zone yh cause i cnt be clowed boi u look like a prat u think ya blackl so back back to bristol wid ya pistle behind u

chek dis

ay yo london town stay prefound
while spit rhymes down
ima hustler from the hood
while you a fucked up hound
coke and rum are not for me
from acton to wenbalee i rock you c
if you been treated like fool then it must probably be
that you cant rAP 4 SHIT
you suckle on your mams tits
and ask if she could suck your dick
if i touch you, i’ll get nothing but desies
my lyrics are so deep like you wouldnt beleive
still 19 but therez money to seize
one word out of my mouth and you’ll fall to your kneeze
yeah the clock iz ticking but your time ran out
killin and spillin is what im all about
run in to your house then your mama starts to shout
get the gun out put it in her mouth
after this fool you’ll want to leave
i’ll make you ran out of the uk like comman disgraced theives
talk a lot shit fool but who you gonna decieve
how can you reply i swear i testafy
try to react and you be screamin' 4 your life

i’m a go getta
dough getta
flow spitta
spittin mo' quicka
and u’ll be bleedin outa yo liva
quit all that talkin
when i start poppin
pretty often bitches end up in pretty coffins
check my syllables
they killable
and i accumulate residuals
a crazy individual
who gets physical
turn it spiritual
from the metaphysical
this is mega visual
from analog to digital
my competition is pitiful
YOUR MUM IS FAT CAUSE YOU CAME OUT LOOKING LIKE A PRAT

i lie down wid ma headphones blaring wide
tryin 2 keep ma feeling kept inside
cause ma perants argue every minute u dont get a career
by the age of six i wanted sex and beer
by da age of 8 i wanted some weed
i wanted money i had greed
at da age of 10 i waz a gangsta
now im 1... not telling but one ting im not a wanksta


Smak dat all on da floor
smak dat give me some more
he’s talkin about ur mum cuz she a whore

— -
Rolling wid KING CRIP$

yo am kickin it with da true homies ah dont like thoses nigga dat are straight nosey they fuck peoples life like ma boi tony. niggas now am loco fuk da popo ama pull out ma fofo and kill dem slow slow.


(Any nigga dat know any record plz hola at me)
blood_4_live@hotmail.com

Um. shouldn’t this belong in the music section guys?

#5 so see they call me monners n u shud b honoured listenin 2 my flow n how i spit i never make a mistake ders never a flit never a stutter spread u like butter people envy me shane monery coz my lyrics come out better den urs just listen 2 da words n venture coz u dnt know bout me im da lyrical g blast blast blast ur face ul b blind wen i spray u wid mace listen im ace one black eye then u will do im like a blow 2 da kidney dnt move 2 quickly ya cant get rida me n i will never leave so hold up niga ur lyrics make me heave

as i toke that killa im the reincarnation of michael jacksons thrilla as i await your fate you betta stay awake kuz my 9 will rip thru ur flesh like a single layer cake hold ya pillow tight as i lurk thru the night ill bite so dont turn off the mother fucking light, my dogs are hounds youl hear the sounds ...when i spit the rounds at those bitch as ck clowns now its life or death take your last breath as i spit led thru ur bullet proof vest you kan hear the des eg blast as it rips a hole in ya chest now i fall back....back to the block where i keep niggas on lock they talk so i take the safety off the glock you talk ill put ya body in shock im yelling cs up for life bk all day dont fuck wit crips i roll six trey i stay rocking that ak47 as i grab the cash out a local 7/11 now your time has come lace up them payless forces and start to run kuz if i find you ill smoke u like a pound of bc bud as i smoke the dutch sip the brugal i make your life like a plane you begin to stall as i remember last night 30 large at the mall as im building up my rage seeing life thru the bullets of the 12 gage im a locked up animal...without the cage your lifes the key im takin it.

as i toke that killa im the reincarnation of michael jacksons thrilla as i await your fate you betta stay awake kuz my 9 will rip thru ur flesh like a single layer cake hold ya pillow tight as i lurk thru the night ill bite so dont turn off the mother fucking light, my dogs are hounds youl hear the sounds ...when i spit the rounds at those bitch as ck clowns now its life or death take your last breath as i spit led thru ur bullet proof vest you kan hear the des eg blast as it rips a hole in ya chest now i fall back....back to the block where i keep niggas on lock they talk so i take the safety off the glock you talk ill put ya body in shock im yelling cs up for life bk all day dont fuck wit crips i roll six trey i stay rocking that ak47 as i grab the cash out a local 7/11 now your time has come lace up them payless forces and start to run kuz if i find you ill smoke u like a pound of bc bud as i smoke the dutch sip the brugal i make your life like a plane you begin to stall as i remember last night 30 large at the mall as im building up my rage seeing life thru the bullets of the 12 gage im a locked up animal...without the cage your lifes the key im takin it.

do you people know how fucking hilarious this shit is.

12 gages...private schools...staying hood...AK47’s

christ almighty no wonder rap music is going downhill, just kids spittin' pure fucking nonsense.

y u talk shit ill putin thepit ur rap is shit talkin like own it u should go home to ur mum moanin coz im ownin her wat u say u think u got an ak47 ill make u fuckers go to hevan or hell o well i didont grow up in the hood but my rhyms r twice as good as urs u say u fuckin hores mate u rhyms fuckin bore me the real mc chubby mc yer im am a honky