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*Mudafucken.Stunna* <3
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lol by your immaturity I’m guessing yours would be the only one small enough to fit in my nose.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA

whooopyoheadBOY

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i wouldnt wanna fuck u in any way, are u crazy?

whooopyoheadBOY

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i wasnt talkin to u anyhow, but i got the video on youtube, doin a little editin

*Mudafucken.Stunna* <3
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N I ain’t a pedofile I don’t go for 10 year olds.

Cock DAT

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a better one from what i written earlier http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZZOCwZzBmE

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Lol bullshit thats not you fuck I have those guys in my friends list on myspace,one of them calls himself Mook. Nice try tho lol.

Cock DAT

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ok fatty w/e

Cock DAT

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u been around with too many -=moderated=- dont confuse me with them

Moderated 16 Oct 2007 11:32 am by goldenraptor

*Mudafucken.Stunna* <3
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Lol kids these days ...

Newayz I got better things to do, peace.

Mc Steven

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I’m BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mc Steven

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Yo Bakin G’s like Bacon Grease//
I enjoy eating relish packages//

Last I heard you people were havin sex with squirells//
fuck the world and fuck your girls//

vincent kennedy mcmahon//
Wincing enemies their hand//

Rogue

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One Gun
[city sounds]
Meet Corey, and hear his story/
No one could’ve predicted how it would be so gory/
A product of the streets, and a victim of influences/
Left covered in sheets, after hopping all the fences/
Growing up in Harlem, his family faced many problems/
Poverty and bad luck left them at rock bottom/
He always wanted a way out of the hood/
So he stayed in school and tried to be good/
One day, with lunch money that he saved/
He was just about to sneak under the turnstile into the subway/
Go to Payless, buy a new pair of shoes/
$20 in his pocket cause his old ones were worn through/
But he was blocked by a great figure/
And when he retreated to a dark corner, it only got bigger/
[talking in background of the next few lines, 'Gimme all your money! Come on, I aint playing! Hand it over!]
Blocking out the light, suddenly the man pulled a knife/
It was the first time the kid really feared for his life/
What could he do but hand over his savings?/
And be beating by his mom for losing the product of her slavings?/
And that’s when he wished that he only had one gun/
That way he could protect himself instead of having to succumb or run/
[talking between verses; 'Hey... I need a gun.. can you give me one?' 'Why would I just hand you a gun?' 'So I can protect myself... come on, I’ll do anything' 'Against what?' 'well, last week i got mugged...' 'okay, here’s one clip and one gun. When you get the money back, you’re gonna have to give it to me' 'okay'
So he goes to one of the school’s gang bosses/
Who pretends to take sympathy in his losses/
He hands him one clip and one gun, and says/
“When you get the money back, you better give me some/
“Or you know what’ll happen/
“like hunters, my boys will get to trapping and slapping, and kill your punk ass, and — "/
“Okay, okay! I’ll get you the money!/
“Don’t act like you think that I think this is funny."/
Now the boy feels untouchable, like Teflon Don/ (John Gotti, NYC Mafia boss, look him up)
He’ll never lose anything again, or go crying to his mom/
Next time he sees the crook, he gets his money back/
And gives it to the other kid, adding to his money stacks/
No longer is he scared of the gunfire, going [gunfire] like a drum/
Because he knows that he’s safe with his one clip and his one gun/
[kid getting mugged; 'wanna get stabbed' '..uh, no..' 'give me your money' 'i don’t have any!' 'then give me something' 'I don’t have anything' 'your jacket... if I don’t get this money for drugs, they’ll kill me.. hand it over, quick! Come on, I ain’t play — ' [gun cocking] 'hold up, hold up, don’t shoot' 'back off' 'oh hell no, [running]]
But on the following week, he sees another kid getting mugged/
By a man who says he needs the money for drugs/
His heart is still pure, morality still there/
But now he has the ability to instill fear/
He scares off the man, and the kid that he saves/
Walks all around his hood and he raves/
Soon, tons of people follow him/
Some are younger than 13, while some can legally swallow gin/ [alcohol if you don’t know]
They get toghether and have the idea to form a gang/
Protecting the neighborhood through friends and hired hands/
Hearing about all the violence in the world, he keeps his head hung/
But knows that he’s making a difference with his one clip and one gun/
[talking, gunshots; 'we got you cornered now, you little sucka' 'you better stop interfering with our operations, y’understand?' [guns cocking] 'now, you die' [gun cocking, gunshots]]
But one day, a rival gang who they repeatedly stopped in operation/
Refuses to take part in his elation, instead they degrade him/
They’re aiming guns at him, and shotguns are cocking/
But they all lay dead before he can even think of stopping/
He fires seven shots, one into each of their hearts/
And when he realizes what he’s done, his fear starts/
In a panic, he picks up the shells and punches the wall, screaming “Damn it!"/
He never wanted to be a killer, but the others see it as an advantage/
He’s known as the most powerful in his school/
Because those ignorant fools think that killing is cool/
They put him in power and he starts to abuse it/
“I got a gun, damn right, I’ma use it!"/
From a kid who got mugged to the king of the slums/
This is the power of one clip and one gun/
[talking; 'yo you got that crack for me? man i’m serious, you better have it by tomorrow.' 'i’ll.. i’ll get it...' 'tomorrow, or you’ll never see the day after' 'i’ll get it. ill get it' 'i got clients waiting who already paid me' 'don’t worry I’ll have it' 'you better']
Now he’s connected to all the major crime rings/
Runs his block and the drug trade, and gets worse as time sings/
With one gun he could stick up the world, and be the most potent/
Unleash his vengeance on all who ever opposed him/
He can get anything that he wants/
Money and drugs, and jewels to flaunt/
Control the whole block with his glock/
People know what to do when they hear his gun cock/
But it all goes down when the police track him down/
He’d rather die then get strapped down, So he wears a bulletproof vest that he snaps down/
He’s going down, they’ve got him surrounded/
But he fires at the roadblock, thinking he can get around it/
He gets shot down, and the whole hood is stunned/
Such is the power of one clip and one gun/
Gone is the hope for his family getting out of the slums/
Such is the power of one clip and one gun/
In his final hour, he nixes giving up and just runs/
This was the power of one clip and one gun/

free for all

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when i run up on u dont trip my gats loaded with a full clip so sit back and relax as i smoke this zig zag and show just how fast i could end u pussy wipped figures u anint nothin but a fake imaginary nigga so when u here klic klack u better step back or ill bust that cap and get ur face splat all over the chrome when i bust ur dome so this killer will send ur ass home all alone so if u think u got rhymes try and get em to be better then mine!

Rogue

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Why would you run up on me? Mothafucka you stupid, I get you bust, g, got my knife and I’ma use it, watch me zag-zig, reverse on you and butcher your crew like so many fat pigs, put your face into the dirt and make you eat your own crap shit, I’m hot, you can’t stop me now not with your fake lines, the world is mine, to steal it it might take time, yeah I see all you pussy wankstas here trying to fake a smile, you try and overtake me, it just might take a while, I’ll play with you, hit you then give you time to reconcile, then hit again, on the third hit, you’re runnin' miles, and then I catch up, and catch you, don’t get caught up on your tennis shoes, it doesnt matter if you have better tools, what matters is the skill, so that way, we all know you’ll lose, then after your death I’ll cruise, makin rhymes better then yours all the time, make these chicks wetter than your homie with a pack of coors, they didn’t want me before but now, all cause I can spit like this, I never anticipated this, but now I see how it’s all related, when I finally turn 21, at last I’ll be emancipated, and leave you in the dungeon even though I made it, some call me the flamethrower cause I spit fire, run up on me and quickly I make your situation dire, feelin untouchable like a Teflon Don, can’t vanquish me with anything less than an atom bomb, You just got served, I handed you your head on a platinum platter, if this was about cooking, then I’m the beater, you’re the batter.

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Im kind of new at this but heres ho it goes

This shit real
Big deal hit the garage and switch wheels
my chicks real with the monage and tip drills
give me a massage then show me how them lips feel
im shinin cause im grindin on the strip still
and i grip still, still keep the clipse filled
anything i spit real, anything i spit ill
Anything i spit sick for real aint shit switch
aint shit change like rick james im rich bitch
get changed big chains a wrist cliss
im with game imma make cake like bisquick my album went gold in a month that was a quick flip
dont say shit bitch cause niggaz with the lip get
a1 in the gun till it goes click click
cause imma switch clicks and squeeze like two face palm over my forearm so i can shoot straight
im about to make it hard to eat like toothaches
my flow dope like i go in the booth and shoot base
deuce, deuce the skates in the coop grape
im not broke i cop coke by the suitcase
my boots lace i got base in them white keysbout to cop a convertible crib like ice teas
a`n`d that ice on your sleeve thats light g,s
i spend a 100 g’s a year on white tees

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Im kind of new at this but heres ho it goes

This shit real
Big deal hit the garage and switch wheels
my chicks real with the monage and tip drills
give me a massage then show me how them lips feel
im shinin cause im grindin on the strip still
and i grip still, still keep the clipse filled
anything i spit real, anything i spit ill
Anything i spit sick for real aint shit switch
aint shit change like rick james im rich bitch
get changed big chains a wrist cliss
im with game imma make cake like bisquick my album went gold in a month that was a quick flip
dont say shit bitch cause niggaz with the lip get
a1 in the gun till it goes click click
cause imma switch clicks and squeeze like two face palm over my forearm so i can shoot straight
im about to make it hard to eat like toothaches
my flow dope like i go in the booth and shoot base
deuce, deuce the skates in the coop grape
im not broke i cop coke by the suitcase
my boots lace i got base in them white keysbout to cop a convertible crib like ice teas
a`n`d that ice on your sleeve thats light g,s
i spend a 100 g’s a year on white tees

Entree
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Im kind of new at this but heres ho it goes

This shit real
Big deal hit the garage and switch wheels
my chicks real with the monage and tip drills
give me a massage then show me how them lips feel
im shinin cause im grindin on the strip still
and i grip still, still keep the clipse filled
anything i spit real, anything i spit ill
Anything i spit sick for real aint shit switch
aint shit change like rick james im rich bitch
get changed big chains a wrist cliss
im with game imma make cake like bisquick
my album went gold in a month that was a quick flip
dont say shit bitch cause niggaz with the lip get
a1 in the gun till it goes click click
cause imma switch clicks and squeeze like two face palm over my forearm so i can shoot straight
im about to make it hard to eat like toothaches
my flow dope like i go in the booth and shoot base
deuce, deuce the skates in the coop grape
im not broke i cop coke by the suitcase
my boots lace i got base in them white keysbout to cop a convertible crib like ice teas
a`n`d that ice on your sleeve thats light g,s
i spend a 100 g’s a year on white tees

Entree
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Joined: 18 Oct 2007
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Im kind of new at this but heres ho it goes

This shit real
Big deal hit the garage and switch wheels
my chicks real with the monage and tip drills
give me a massage then show me how them lips feel
im shinin cause im grindin on the strip still
and i grip still, still keep the clipse filled
anything i spit real, anything i spit ill
Anything i spit sick for real aint shit switch
aint shit change like rick james im rich bitch
get changed big chains a wrist cliss
im with game imma make cake like bisquick
my album went gold in a month that was a quick flip
dont say shit bitch cause niggaz with the lip get
a1 in the gun till it goes click click
cause imma switch clicks and squeeze like two face palm over my forearm so i can shoot straight
im about to make it hard to eat like toothaches
my flow dope like i go in the booth and shoot base
deuce, deuce the skates in the coop grape
im not broke i cop coke by the suitcase
my boots lace i got base in them white keysbout to cop a convertible crib like ice teas
a`n`d that ice on your sleeve thats light g,s
i spend a 100 g’s a year on white tees

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my bad about the 4 post i fucked that one up but heres another 1

Blacker blacker
lose a backer
you should back up
blucker blucker
you should suffer
lose a mother
motherfucker
fuck your mother
fuck your brother
that nigga must die like john tucker
im ruckers
im ill
no for real im the only stingray in the water that kills
a bad pill
yall sweeter than advils
while i sit on your girls bread like her last meal
i blew up before i grew up
got introduced to the game
now im at the heads like crew cuts
suit up
and lace your boots up
its wartime
its deadman baby no cryin
no lyin
yall motherfuckers slippin you better hold dine
i think they trippin like cedric and solange
i flow like im hearin this no mind
i could say dont rhyme
and its gonna rhyme

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this is probably my lat one until i make up a new one

fuck out of my face is you best bet
your career is george burns i cant believe you aint dead yet
i show more blind rage
than stevie wonder and ray charles wretsling in a steel cage
i got an artist losing their limelight like mike bivins
bitches flippin their wigs like faith evans
reject my single i aint mad at it
like oj gettin married again ill takes another stab at it
im tearin you out the frame like wedding pictures after divorce
petrol like you dropped the soap in the towl with luther vandross
im porno like ads from calvin klein believe me
you aint a rapper you just play one on tv
you on the road you goun gold thats what your labels shoutin
you couldnt outsell utfos reunion album what could i say to get my point across
rap dont need that ass like large proffesror dont need main source
im lethal i gets medieval with a blowtorch and pliers
end your future before it starts like lens bias
just slit your throat let chino xl be your oxygen
i write more esae than incarcerated mexicans
tap ass with speed like david geffen tapped keanu reeves
play superman get rhyme styles paralyzed like christopher reeves
billy bathgate flow that could ca-st-arate cas-t-tro
ill as reagans prostate for the tri state when i let my soul glow
thats what im on
from prom date rape to the back bra\eak of gloria estefan
im makin moves like a stick pinnochio no strings on me
and go for broke like james brown dancing for alimony
i talk shit all day and drink wine like a catholic priest
nigga kick that freestyle about the punk police
i give nypd blues
i shot magnum p.i now im a cops current affairs on the ten oclock news
kidnapped hawaii five o
in 48 hours they called reggie hammond ace ventura made me laugh i let him go
charlies angels came with some police woman shit
johnny depp seen em on 21 suckin robocops dick
starsky and hutch gangbanged cagney without lacey
her lesbian lover fucked tjs hooker on new york undercover
call me lapd cause i abuse my privledges
victorious to scrimmages beat your black ass til it hemmorrages
vibe to my dark thoughts
rappers run from me like they mark fuhrman at the million man march
niggaz got beef come on lets set it off
talent like mine is rarely seen like handicaps havin intercourse
niggaz wanna floss in celebrate lyrically wont elevate they flimsy
im breakin out my shell like mork and mindy
my style won drop an album you cherish it
my name ring bells like girl scouts when they sellin shit
metaphors fly out for brothers who puff the lye out
put your gun away hell shoot your eye out
im an artist and they starvin me
they dangle me off the balcony like big red in the five heartbeats
respectin the streets is my first concern when i rock
its hot like bob marleys fingertips from reefer burns
i ride syllables like white boys in mustangs
lyrics sharper than rzas gold front fangs
you better call god if you wanna do me
you know you gonna die like a black man in a horror movie