kidjragon
10-07-2002, 11:01 PM
So this is Exodus, the genesis for the young and rest-less..
ya shit sounds like fruity pebbles pourin on ya girls testicles.//
And just-becuz, I aint a rich boy gangsta with diamond deposits,
I cant flow hits like an eminem "cleanin out my closet".//
I just bought it, the time to realize your next in line,
for the illest thrash out in the history of these battle rhymes.//
Like a cattle line, whats holdin me back is the electrical fencing,
the pain Ill inflict is wincing, like blood on your sheets its drenching//
These words are offending, so grab some popcorn and listen up,
cuz your shits messin up like the shit on ya lips blisterin up.//
Its sizzlin up, but its straight from the STDs ya get from ya mate,
maybe thats why you straddle ya pants and spread them legs
cuz ya bitch is crazed, with herpes from fuckin everyone but u late//
Thats right and now you need x-rayed, you got nothin on this,
my disses for you are like pullin a toothe while eatin outta bitch.
You just stop and replay these bits, cuz I rip illa shit then DJ Flip//
All I hear is gurgle when you spit, sounds like ya chokin on ya lyrics,
all I hear is constant bull-ragging sounding like you want team spirit,
But its ill when I hear it, ill as in sick so get up and fear this.//
Dont tear bitch, Im not pullin out my aks, glocks and uzis,
Im chillin in a jacuzzi with hos that get off with their pussies oozing,
and Im still flowin these flows with confidence your losing.//
What, ya tubing? Give it up Ex, yall never get a victory on Kid,
thats just a gimmick that gets rid of punk ass biggs,
who thrash out like i do on the neighborhood kids.//
I close ya lid, shut ya mouth cuz were sick of the smell-odor,
you produced it with ya bull shit is like thomas family wine but older,
I been sober, kept my shoulders straight like a soldier.//
But you let it smolder, your disses that is, but whos trackin,
you just got ripped, rest in peace, signed kid jragon...
ya shit sounds like fruity pebbles pourin on ya girls testicles.//
And just-becuz, I aint a rich boy gangsta with diamond deposits,
I cant flow hits like an eminem "cleanin out my closet".//
I just bought it, the time to realize your next in line,
for the illest thrash out in the history of these battle rhymes.//
Like a cattle line, whats holdin me back is the electrical fencing,
the pain Ill inflict is wincing, like blood on your sheets its drenching//
These words are offending, so grab some popcorn and listen up,
cuz your shits messin up like the shit on ya lips blisterin up.//
Its sizzlin up, but its straight from the STDs ya get from ya mate,
maybe thats why you straddle ya pants and spread them legs
cuz ya bitch is crazed, with herpes from fuckin everyone but u late//
Thats right and now you need x-rayed, you got nothin on this,
my disses for you are like pullin a toothe while eatin outta bitch.
You just stop and replay these bits, cuz I rip illa shit then DJ Flip//
All I hear is gurgle when you spit, sounds like ya chokin on ya lyrics,
all I hear is constant bull-ragging sounding like you want team spirit,
But its ill when I hear it, ill as in sick so get up and fear this.//
Dont tear bitch, Im not pullin out my aks, glocks and uzis,
Im chillin in a jacuzzi with hos that get off with their pussies oozing,
and Im still flowin these flows with confidence your losing.//
What, ya tubing? Give it up Ex, yall never get a victory on Kid,
thats just a gimmick that gets rid of punk ass biggs,
who thrash out like i do on the neighborhood kids.//
I close ya lid, shut ya mouth cuz were sick of the smell-odor,
you produced it with ya bull shit is like thomas family wine but older,
I been sober, kept my shoulders straight like a soldier.//
But you let it smolder, your disses that is, but whos trackin,
you just got ripped, rest in peace, signed kid jragon...