FEMALE-ICE
04-11-2006, 07:24 PM
i 'm a walking human-blasphemy, yu a bruised-and-bashed-MC...
Me spittin is like when yu-get-asked-to-breathe, I just do-it-naturally..
Niggaz claimin I can only spit personal-spit, aiight, but what am I hurting-yu-with....
Thinking-I'm-dumb? At least I'm not drinking-the-cum and gurgling-dicks...
Playas sayin word-and-that's-it, I said it so it's treasured-see...
But some try to better-me, better this, I only rap with the letter-G...
GagReFlEx garners grades greatly growing in game-speed...
gathering Godly garments and giving out gases and gauges where the gates-be...
I hate-these lame attempts there's no-hope they should rush-and-just-go-home...
I'm crushin-my-foes-throat with the cup-from-a-coke-float...
"Fo sho-yo!" like yu some kind of gangster, that's because yu stunk-at-funk...
Now MC's tell yu to fuckin-duck, and use your lips as suction-cups...
Now Follow-the-leader, as I mesmorize all-of-the-readers...
Who call-me-a-beaker of hope when the world falls-to-the-reaper...
No matter how hollow-the-heater, it trashes-your-chest...
Nah, instead I hit yu in the back-of-the-neck, but don't feel it 'cause yu smoke crack-to-the-head...
I'm havin-respect, it's like there's some kind of trial-to-be-me...
When these niggaz would have trouble rappin with Juvenile-or-B.G....
So file-the-receipt, 'cause I just purchased-the-game....
I could shoot a third-in-your-brain, but I'd rather murder-your-dame and further-the-pain
Me spittin is like when yu-get-asked-to-breathe, I just do-it-naturally..
Niggaz claimin I can only spit personal-spit, aiight, but what am I hurting-yu-with....
Thinking-I'm-dumb? At least I'm not drinking-the-cum and gurgling-dicks...
Playas sayin word-and-that's-it, I said it so it's treasured-see...
But some try to better-me, better this, I only rap with the letter-G...
GagReFlEx garners grades greatly growing in game-speed...
gathering Godly garments and giving out gases and gauges where the gates-be...
I hate-these lame attempts there's no-hope they should rush-and-just-go-home...
I'm crushin-my-foes-throat with the cup-from-a-coke-float...
"Fo sho-yo!" like yu some kind of gangster, that's because yu stunk-at-funk...
Now MC's tell yu to fuckin-duck, and use your lips as suction-cups...
Now Follow-the-leader, as I mesmorize all-of-the-readers...
Who call-me-a-beaker of hope when the world falls-to-the-reaper...
No matter how hollow-the-heater, it trashes-your-chest...
Nah, instead I hit yu in the back-of-the-neck, but don't feel it 'cause yu smoke crack-to-the-head...
I'm havin-respect, it's like there's some kind of trial-to-be-me...
When these niggaz would have trouble rappin with Juvenile-or-B.G....
So file-the-receipt, 'cause I just purchased-the-game....
I could shoot a third-in-your-brain, but I'd rather murder-your-dame and further-the-pain