Shut up, Miss Piggy, why don't you fold and cry
I hope you die, you spill transfat from your eyes.
Shut up, Miss Piggy, why don't you fold and cry
I hope you die, you spill transfat from your eyes.
they call you the great father cuz lil kids bow down to you
thats your way of saying 'i get lil bow wow' in a peewees powowow wow, YOU!
It's NOT your Fault
The 2 dudes above me both tainted and gay...
Is it true clown? The gay father painted your face?...
When he came in his face n amazed him like grace...
youll have terrorists hiding in you when I cave in your face
nitemare, acting like he wrote it right
bitch fulla slaps, no punches like he brought a bitch to fight
I trash little figures, im roothless, I cut like a barber
battle record?....you probably a loser, like the great father
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You're all fags, gays, queers and fruits.
That's all that needs to be said, for it's the truth.
When you point a finger, you got four starin’ back~
Boy, let that shit linger, like you just careless ass~
Impairments got you trippin’, embarrassin’ the track~
I ex-“hail” you on my worse day, a garrison on attack~
Bring this ship to shore boy, a godfather’s poor brand~
Great blingin’ balls? Bitch, it’s just an or-ange…~
Tied on cape, youse a fake superhero? I’m more than~
False Idol with an icon, fruitier than Sam the Toucan~
Balls deep in the Senate, but even fam. says you lose man~
A rival not bygone, you just a pile of sham, a ruse grand~
I will split this dude, no way I can lose
It's not even a surprise to see Old....spit out a damn tooth
Come to my work place no remorse
kill my own son like I turned my back on the force
You don't get that line, that means I'm a traitor
that means you need more than Yoda to try fuck with Vader
Won't change my outlook but I'm a innovator
rearrange your organs but I ain't a decorator
that's a hot fucking line but I ain't a fucking operator
run through more pussy than a million fucking vibrators
go back in time to try to kill your mother..... Terminator
When I swing my sword sharp like katanas
spit it sublime awaken you with nirvana
hit your bitch with the Llama it's only fair
Be thankful for Obama for forcing you to get healthcare
It's hard to believe I let anyone close to me breathe
strike you down drop you to your knees
death and torture is what my seed conceives
my closest friends
thick as thieves
this my house you should leave!
what's up my sleeve? cleavers!
target your leader
Beat your fucking Mom for not washing my wife beaters... your like why dad
I laugh when I'm mad cut your tongue stuff it in the trash leave you to bleed
I'm a rare breed it's a tough business B
dump you off into the Ocean where no one can see
then wear an R.i.p shirt and be like yeah I used to KNOW P
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i'll kill this little boy, leave this liar scared n starvinOriginally Posted by S.S.
u never knew me
n judgin by ya verse, u never made it through kindergarten
dog im known to rip a dome n crack all craniums
u wont have to go to a Cardinals game to see a retractable stadium
Iron fists begin to ware flesh
sending you straight to hell where you can rest
I came here strictly to suplex
to print the death of a foolish man in tomorrow's press
select my victims never guess
always calculated my mind beyond elevated
even kill those close to you if they're related
blaze til my lungs become inflated
you straight bitch and I'm a say it
after one beer you be like "dude take me home I'm faded"
all my blades serrated my tongue strong enough to put you into a mental state of slavish
leave my realm deemed forever locked away in a cell for my thirst of human cells
bullets talk to heads like humans talk on their cells
ring war's bells armed with sharp nails, wings, and a tail
my skin iron plate scales catch me living in lairs
your armor too frail your heart too weak it won't prevail
Too feared to spread my tales hushing up naysayers
death flies above you can feel it in the air
I'm the shit little kids wish away in prayers
s.s you wack dude, styles as faded as a colored tattoo on a black dude
out rap you, i dont have too yo, still ganna see green when i crack you like a pistachio
your math to slow, get your head straight, like your bitch, her lips could lift deadweights
before i increase the death rate, with slugs aiming at your chest..... check mate
battle record: 1-1
"It's the one man army, general subliminal
Fly through the sky, ready for war with syllables"
Battle Who? My Aim Too Potent... Plus I'm A Sure Shot Once I Zone In...
Whether Guarded Or Open... I Do Numbers, So If I Let It Fly It'll Be More Than Buckets Getting Flown In..
This HardHeaded Ass Nigga Has No Chin... So Watch What You Say Out Your Mouth Before It Opens...
Cause If I Browse And Catch Ear Of Any Disrespect And Your Mans Front Like He Holding...
I'll Dead You, Then Give Quagmire The Business Just For Trying To Stick A Nose In..
You spelt what you aren't wrong, manhump. Go smooch a lad.
Your mouth has IBS, and your gayness is sad.
You're a limped dick piece of shit.
and your mom is your friend with benefits
Nuff said
Don't make me laugh.
You were raised by two men and adored the lifestyle.
You molest your inner child, you're an autopedophile.
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