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You’re a wack bitch...with the weakest heart...
A cat fish...and a creep at dark...people start to walk faster...
On the street in fear you might rape them using a sleeper dart...
You feminine soul, I’ll smash a hole in your head and
Leave you with a smashed head in a hole...I’m better than Roll...
He aint never rannin shit, you can tell by his randomness
fake ass sun, tannin bed. weak banterin
green but no banner'n. i hulk shit from pulpits
leave weak rappers sulkin. say it one more time.
pulp fic. dare ya i air ya speak up lemme hear ya
you need top stop droppin' roll, i cock glocks and blow /
is top notch ya know, dis twats got to go! /
i pop shots to flow, like ya crotch slot ya hoe /
dem botched thoughts is slow, ya crunchy roll anime flop. stop tha show! /
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you need to stop droppin' roll, i cock glocks and blow /
is top notch ya know, dis twats got to go! /
i pop shots to flow, like ya crotch slot ya hoe /
dem botched thoughts is slow, ya crunchy roll anime flop. stop tha show! /
You cock glocks and blow? Na, more likely to slop cocks you blow!
My shots dropping hos, then blow in ya mouth like pop rocks n coke!
It's time you die bitch! With a blade? You something scared n gone...
Or use it to leave "side stitched" like you running marathons!
You aint never body shit'n, you reaching, scottie pippin
I have hotties drippin til their bodies glisten
these snotty kids'n the lobby listen
you aint never faced down, a face down
when they come to take down
whatchu built up, it kilt us, see friends sealt up
banana clips pealt up, the real us
Why u text like a ole head? Wishin niggas would listen what Roll saidQuote:
Originally Posted by Roll
Pippen couldn’t tell u “C-RIP” or “CODERED” when U got thirty 3s on ur FOEHEAD
U ain’t NICE, “I SENSE IT, SPIDEY SENSE in my PSYCHE HITS, a MENTION?”
You WERE a STORY, u suBURGATORY, u WHITE FENCING
Ain’t been schooled n a week, next time u speak u “rolling” DICE IN DETENTION
Started this LINE WITH PIPPEN, u reaching worse than a HYPER EXTENSION
Betchu wish you had the capital in ya verse
the mack a mill'n a work
back when I used to make her pack pills in her purse
you dirt and I'm tillin this earth
feelin assured, confident, killin this nerd
real n absurd, how my flow gets to blown lids\
chrome fifths and moments, of silence
the violence is mindless so timeless
what were inclined with the climate
While they're screamin i'm spent!
we're warmin up, bystanders callin
coroners, still they ignorin us
You could roll on the ground , you'll pop ya spine ,
before I shine a bit , roll its time to stop the rhymes ,
you suck like when ya mom and ya dad elopes ,
when its on , I knock cat's out like you wit one stroke ,
now your broke , count your losses to a 1 to 10 count ,
if you get up , I'll break you and theres no cushion to bounce ,
I'm like a mountain , too high for a cat to roll ,
I'll beat dude fast , its a black out cuz I chose
Aint even worth a reply, word to my sty
If i'm carin to flex, your mouth curbed, american X
while you starin perplexed
At my apparent detest
of your flow kid, you don't know shit
while they're still catchin my 2nd line like oh shit
this kids impatient, spitting sun dried raps.. time to split this raison
if a bitch gets on a roll.. it's a fat male nurse administering defibrillation
ur bars expose ur cowardice.. I can see this kids rancid stares
listen.. hugs won't bring u back to life, it'll take extensive care
pulling ur bitches expensive hair.. till the pins snap
make her cry wolf.. then I pass her.. she'll go through six packs
stfu with ur cringe rap, ur whole life is a miss
I'm at ur crib poundin ur wife's ass.. n saying goodnight to ur kids
words is played compared to kaid's disses ,
cuz I'm sure to spray digits like hundreds of army leutenants ,
forget it , beatin me is a day you'll live in infamy ,
but that won't happen cousin like Eminem dissin me ,
words ahgod is the irony , lookin at ya stature is underling ,
I'll pass the rock to my boy , shout outs to my gun under em ,
He'll blaze you , take your life and then double spray you ,
I'm your father , your my son so I'll say I claim you
I'm straight rock, numb
my punches get ya face socked
comin back like straight drop\
off the waist cocked
while ya screamin wait stop
My peoples facin state prop
This cat rolls then he stops he can't figure what he thinks ,
I will "chew" "rolls" front off like Mike Tyson in the ring ,
I attack with a slick mouth slayin all my competition ,
You must have the weight of a god to face me in my division ,
I'll slap ya mouth closed , sucka I diss with an advantage ,
I'll kill this "roll" for the "bread" then turn it into a sandwich , (bread as in money)
I'mma be a savage with this I would murder for a rump roast ,
I'll get this chump smoked for the fun of some "dumped toast" , (dumped toast as in roll)
Every slum knows roll needs to up his effort ,
My guns intervene with words of their own ,
they're like people just double headers
Red is revived from the dead to smite migrants who send
lies, writing some diss, tryna pretend they violent as Mike Tyson in rings…
Slick mouth? More like virulent breath...
Last night I caressed Kaid’s wife ‘n she said she might die from it's smell,
Kaid needs to use nine Tridents to kiss. We were lying in bed
‘til I realized she’s hiding her dick, so I took flight and I left.
Kaid likes sliding it in.
This Hood-riding redhead aint dead yet
Someone hit him fast before Metoo claims he wasnt breastfed
I got you a breakfast
Its my dick and you're toast so say goodbye to your vest
I speak to you like im demonly possesed
Choke you through your screen like im Vader not impressed