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avatar van JLjuju
Big Pun dan op Shut Em Down Remix:

Yo I'm the livest nigga alive, watch me show you
I'll blow your head of your shoulders your own mother won't know you
My squad is supernatural
Don't make me blast you with a rubic(??) capsule
My crew will capture you and trap you inside of Koopa's Castle
I turn ya soon to statue like Medusa's lookin at you
Produce the future raps
Or subtract you like dudes in math do
I'm always moving past you even when I used to baffle
I burn my ass over paint and shit out the book of Matthew
Im lookin at you with my third optical vision
I hop out of prison and find me a hot little tropical woman
Now I'm locked in position ready to rock you're eviction
chewbaca's descendants blasting you with cosmical weapons
You might as well listen cuz you out of suggestions
Tied up submission of you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Peace to Onyx I miss them for they knowledge and wisdom
Pay homage and listen to Hip Hop no cymbals violins or bullshit


Al die multi's is echt geniaal

avatar van Conway Twitty
Derde verse van Slug op Keep Steppin':

So if you're doing bad I'mma sing about you
And if you're doing good I'mma sing about you
Whether or not you knew I've been singin about you
It's all I know, I don't know what else to do
When you take a step I take a step
Or maybe it's the other way around I'm not too sure
Right and wrong got together, the vision was blurred
The path was crooked but the intentions were pure
And I count these steps getting closer to home
And I love each step like it was my own
And when I reach the top of the goal or whatever
Maybe finally they'll let me forget her

Hypno
Woman With The Tattooed Hands:

I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
tattooes on the top sides of both of her hands
she was forty three years old and as far as I know
had never yet been with a man
its not that she wasn't attractive she was beatiful
but its the way that she interacted
she was aggresively passive to the point where she
would of intimidated any myth that ever tryed to cacth it
on the right hand she had a tattooe of a nude girl
she claimed it is what God resembled
but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
and this one she explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
how the tattooes smiled as they stared down her stomach
as if anticipating when they'de be alive and caressed
sweet flower that they both seemed ta hung with (sweet flower)
now maybe I was high but it felt so right
heaven and hell both take till this womans warm
it didn't make sense how she could-commence
touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
but if I've learned anything in my years (my years)
I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise)

but what happened next damn near stold my tears
the tattooes came alive right in front of my eyes
they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
and showed me why she never took some time with a man
they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving
and I'd never forget all the things I saw that evening
a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer
to understanding more about what intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
for each one of em I've hurt
and every time I think burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn
so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
about women taking in all she can
and for as long as I breath I'de stay receting my memory
for that woman with the tattooed hands

CaliLove
JLjuju schreef:
Big Pun dan op Shut Em Down Remix:

(...)

Al die multi's is echt geniaal

Dat maakt zijn flow ook (vind ik persoonlijk) één van de beste al dan niet de beste in Hip-Hop.

RIP Big Pun

avatar van Kill_illuminati
2pac in Niggaz don changed

[2pac]
Hey! Now picture me rollin'
Biggie Smalls got his eyes swollen
My hands on my nuts, I gives a fuck, I'ma die holdin' 'em
Makin' these hoes pause, while schemin' on no drawers'
No money and ball, down to pussy, dick, and alcohol
Picture me rollin' (what) corny hoes get they holes dug
I might show 'em thug passion but I'll never show 'em love
Can't hit me in combat, relentless when I ride
Strategize on my enemies, plottin' till they die
Ask me why I'm high, and my reply "Till the day I die"
Don't wanna picture this cold world through sober eyes
Thugs don't die we multiply
Connect with the spirits of fallen homies and bustas, then we ride
Suprise niggas when they seen us, they duck down
(Hahahaha) 'cuz we anticipated endo and bust rounds
Fuckin' clowns still watchin' clips of I Get Around
Scream like a bitch when I beat 'em down
Niggas done changed

avatar van MJ_DA_MAN
Killah Priest - Heavy Mental:

Information begins the gathering
starting the pattern and stargate towards Saturn
between the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket
you don't need any passport, all you need is a thought
suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal
the flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano
the brain begins to process as we start the conquest
from out the physical bondage, the thought
launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination
now open your eyes do you see the flaming arrows aiming at pharoahs inhibitions
as we begin-racing like a sparrow through the narrow population
seeking purification, the destination is the holy land, of Bethlehem
I eat lamb with Abraham and break bread with the son of man
so slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band
as I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere
don't look back why, cause we're almost there
just try to prepare and adapt to the air pressure
now we searching for the mental treasure (pleasure)
beyond the measure of yards
you can't comprehend to god or to distance between stars
pick up quasars inside the radar
as we're going far past any astronaut
moving so fast in this aircraft
everything we pass get hot, from the take-off
the blast turns glass into rocks
at last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass
till I become a beam of gas
and travel through a extreme draft
unable, to be picked up through cable (through cable)
out of the reach of all manner of sky examiners, heaven scanners,
giant antennas, high tech space cameras
or evidence in any cemetry or obituary
not found in any library or dictionary or encyclopedia or media
I'm in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the U.S. bar code
now I'm on Allah's road to journey, into the realms of the cosmos
where only god knows or goesl, blow like a UFO
to give up my work clothes, only to glow with a holy robe
and explode through the mysterious black holes
deep warp the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown
to sit on my throne alone (Heavy Mental)
I'm the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the culture
my sculpture, lights up the ultra violet
so you could see my brain is symbolic, to a palace
therefore I keep my hair stylish, my flesh solid
my teeth polished, next stage, examin my x-ray
take notes for your essay, and let my casette play for longer than a decade
as we begin to blaze, through the milky ways
repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days
the eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland
wing span, 7 feet, between the eyes is the beak
destination of the ride, is to reach is the peak, angelic landscape
takes the physical man behind the hidden gates of space
ultimate escapes as we go at a phenomenal rate
as we cruise going into magnitude
as we break up into a multitude of molecules
going through a long hollow tube with a scholars view
as, we wearing the white garment, passing sound waves
that's supersonic, passing the comets, star clusters
changing my physical structure, till my lips begin to pucker
kissing Christ at the last supper
grabbing a brass cup of wine (Heavy Mental)
I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa
in the position like yoga, till my mind passes over
the solar system, my wisdom nova, I am the controller
I begin to loosen up my shoulders forming each joint
into the suns 8 points, then I, begin to rise like helium
escape in the milleniumm, two thousand
meditating to the soft note of a violin
I've been on Mars, building the holy synagogue
for the royal seminars, long before they had the renaissance
there existed a hebrew lodge (Heavy Mental)
a phenomenon from out of the matrix
the world looks at me with envy and hatred
just because I appear to them half naked
rising into a spaceship
with an arm full of solid gold bracelets
a phenomenon from out of the matrix (Heavy Mental)
now the only time (Heavy Mental)
the only time you should catch.. (Heavy Mental)
only time, you could have
jet lag is if your cassette drag.. (Heavy Mental)
rock a by ? (Heavy Mental)
yo, just chill (Heavy Mental)
stop the tape (Heavy Mental)
(STOP IT!) Heavy Mental

avatar van Kill_illuminati
Canibus ft Common - Making a name of ourselfs,

Canibus:
I'm creatin the ultimate verses with perfect lines
Puttin together them whether my rhyme one threat at a time
So you niggaz need to stop testin me
Cuz you know you can't "F" with me
Steppin to me with insuperior weaponry
Exposin yourself to the verbal radiations
Sayin you can defeat me is nothin but speculation
Lyrics unravel, faster than bullets travel through barrels
Niggaz be diggin my styles like fossils and pterodactyls
Who wanna battle?
I'm bad to the bone marrow
The Earth got one sun but I walk with three shadows
With Allah, my supernatural bodyguard
Niggaz couldn't touch me if they gave me a massage
MCs will compete with lyrics and beats get crushed
I'll hit you in your chest so hard, your shoulders will touch
What!

avatar van Game
Lupe Fiasco - "The Coolest", van het album The Cool.

1e verse:

I love the lord
But sometimes it's like that I love me more
I love the peace, and I love the war
I love the seas, and I love the shore
No love for no beach, baby that's law
But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil
I trick, I fall, run up in raw
I love her with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said, that she would give me greatness, status, placement
Above the others, my face with grace covers of the magazines
Of the hustlers, paper, the likes of which
That I had never seen, her eyes glow green
With the logo of our dreams, the purpose of our scene
A obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen, I could be her king, together
She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure, ever, again
And if the rain stops, and everything's dry
She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes
She'd teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky
But she would keep me high, and if I ever die
She would commission my image on her bosom, to him
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I'll be

avatar van Improvision
Talib Kweli op Twice Inna Lifetime:

My style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conk
Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch
Thinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like ilumination
Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations
My fascination with character assassination,
Got these niggaz burnin' like sensation
We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
So YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram...)
My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like Parasucos
So there's no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered
Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with stars
And got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean
Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus
Turnin' flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin' to optimus
You stoppin' us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganist
You pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when I'm in my prime like Optimus
Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran
Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine
But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
I got to many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors'

avatar van MJ_DA_MAN
Nas op Live At The Barbeque van Main Source (zijn debuut volgens mij):

Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket


Die eerste twee lines alleen al, BAM!

avatar van Overgewicht
MJ_DA_MAN schreef:
Nas op Live At The Barbeque van Main Source (zijn debuut volgens mij):

Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket


Die eerste twee lines alleen al, BAM!


Klopt idd debuut van Nas echt gruwlijk hoe dat Nas komt op deze track.
(heel dat main source album is trouwens nice)

Nocturnal
Esham op Y'all Will Realize :

Many people know me as the unholy ressurection
Straight bullet ejection, 45 slug connection
You musta forgot my body rots, my maggot brain
I bring the pain plus the migrane
N-A-T-A-S, many people stress, mental stress
Suicidal thoughts from being depressed
My brain is a mess, triple 6 the crippled bitch
My style is parapledgic, I swallow bullets can you believe it?
Cause its like that

avatar van nopro
Lupe Fiasco op Dumb it Down

I'm fearless
Now hear this
I'm earless
And I'm peer-less
That means I'm eyeless
Which means I'm tearless
Which means my iris resides where my ears is
Which means I'm blinded
But I'mma find it I can feel it's nearness
But I'mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer
But I remember I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear
Here, you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this, clearly cause my blindness
The windshield is minstrel, the whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere. Yeah, I'm both them there
Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat and the locs in the chair had approached him here
And he clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts who supplier of the notes to the living
Riveting is rosy, pockets full of posies, given to the mother of the deceased. Awaken at war, 'til I'm restin' in peace

And I'm mouthless
Which means I'm soundless
Now as far as the hearing, I've found it
It was as far as the distance from an earring to the ground is
But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a Lear
She fine and she flyin, I feel I'm flying by'em 'cause my mind's on cloud nine and in her mind at the same time
Pimp C the wings on the underground king
Who's also Klingon
To infinity and beyond
Something really stinks, but I Spinks like Leon
Or lying in the desert
I'm flying on Pegasus you're flying on the pheasant
Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers, spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappelle's skit
Yeah, smell it on my unicorn, don't snort the white horse, but toot my own horn

And I'm brainless
Which means I'm headless
Like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is
Which makes me stainless
With no neck left to hang the chain with
Which makes me necklace-less
Like a necklace theft
And I ain't used my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest 'bout the best, fair F-F-jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues
My snorkle is a tuba, Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside Poseidon, Westside beside'em, chest high and rising
Almost touching the knees of stewardess and the pilot
Lucky they make you flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
David Blaine
Make it rain
You Make a boat
I make a plane
Then, I pull the plug and I make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again..

Bishop G, they told me I should come down cousin, but I flatly refuse I ain't dumb down nothing

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The Game - Nice verse 3. Heerlijk nummer met vette lyrics.

Man you know, i dont give a fuck, and i dont give a shit
any drama im locked on, like a red nose pig
Keep shootin' them cap guns, with the red nose tips
Ask some Cali niggas come out and dead those strips
Don't give fuck if you though nigga, or you buff nigga
My fo-five weigh three pounds and it will snuff niggas
Hop out the truck, with the guns so long
That the bullets jump out, and ask whats goin' on?
What the fuck can i say, i grew up a bastard
Got sick of the Impala, so i threw up for Aston
I pop big shit, and i keep my wrist slick
my entourage shine like the Diamond District
I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex
with so many rocks, the Africans are tryin' protest
bully of the block, why?
'Cause they got me top five
It's fo' niggas better than me, nigga stop lyin'

Geweldig stukje over die Rolex.

avatar van bixtad
immortal technique op Angels of Death ( van Outerspace)

Immortal Technique, I live life stranglin' death
I walk through the land where the fallen angel is kept
But I would never bow down to a pagan habit,
Like roman god's that were faggots named after the planets
The connotations of revelations taken for granted
Mark of the beast, the government microchips implanted
I'll be branded a manic for speakin' the truth
And I'll be murdered as soon as I hit the streets with the proof
Illuminati trying to raise the devil at any cost
They probably cloned Jesus with the blood off of the cross
And I know it's the same motherfuckers I see,
That genetically engineered HIV
Controlling the population according to mathematics
Generated by Masons and the military industry sponsorin' terror
Creatin' a profit margin that'll last forever
The Crusades and Vietnam stand blasted together
And you believe in "whatever"
Even the federal promise,
But the spawn of Satan can never be honest
The poor people pay homage
And pray to a god that the Vatican themselves don't really even believe in
Cause they would rather worship money and the physical demons
Without biblical reason
I execute them for treason
I don't need an alibi
'Cause my place in history is the book of Malika
MOTHERFUCKER!

avatar van MJ_DA_MAN
Word . Hoe kom je trouwens aan die lyrics? Heb ze nooit ergens kunnen vinden, zelfs niet op OHHLA.

avatar van bixtad
gewoon ff googlen
Immortal Technique - Angel Of Death Lyrics - lyrics007.com
(verses van Outerspace staan er niet bij maar goed)

avatar van MJ_DA_MAN
Ja, ik heb me juist kapot ge-Googled daarvoor . Zette er wel steeds Outerspace bij, misschien dat ik hem daardoor niet vond. Maar bedankt voor de link.

avatar van Game
ThingMan schreef:
The Game - Nice verse 3. Heerlijk nummer met vette lyrics.

Man you know, i dont give a fuck, and i dont give a shit
any drama im locked on, like a red nose pig
Keep shootin' them cap guns, with the red nose tips
Ask some Cali niggas come out and dead those strips
Don't give fuck if you though nigga, or you buff nigga
My fo-five weigh three pounds and it will snuff niggas
Hop out the truck, with the guns so long
That the bullets jump out, and ask whats goin' on?
What the fuck can i say, i grew up a bastard
Got sick of the Impala, so i threw up for Aston
I pop big shit, and i keep my wrist slick
my entourage shine like the Diamond District
I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex
with so many rocks, the Africans are tryin' protest
bully of the block, why?
'Cause they got me top five
It's fo' niggas better than me, nigga stop lyin'

Geweldig stukje over die Rolex.


Erg strak ja.

Zijn verse op Lyrical Homicide is nog strakker:

Public enemy number 2, the flow is illegal,
and these ain't Diesel, it's all fucking Evisu,
These is Levi's, equipped with the Desert Eagle,
run, tell your people, that nigga get evil,
throw 'em off the bridge like Knievel,
you niggas see through,
like lingerie pussies I get funky like D.O.C. do
one classic, now homie, OG too,
I toast a chronic blunt everytime I see Snoop,
Aston Martin Driver, gave away the B Coupe,
cried for three days, after that I had to re-group,
bullet-proof suburban, nigga fuck with that,
shoot the tires out, drive 60 miles on a flat,
flip the motherfucker over watch it slide on its back,
let the windows up as bullets fly out the Mac,
no gunpowder on me, I'm as fly as the Mac,
lyrical homicide, watch them die on the track (nigga)

Dj2Jelle
MC Serch - Back To The Grill (Nas' stukje)

Finesse, keep a Tech-9 in my dresser
Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure
Mind like a computer, the inserter
Paragraphs of murder, the nightclub flirter
This is Nas, kid, you know how it runs
I'm waving automatic guns at nuns
Sticking up the preachers in the church, I'm a stone crook
Serial killer, who works by the phone book
For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I let vocabulary spill
(It's like that y'all) That y'all, kick em in the grill


Dit is voor Devil's Son van Big L trouwens.

RedLightCityBoy
Killah Priest - Happy

A homeless man smiles at me showing no teeth
A young man laying dead in the cold streets
He was a victim beaten bad by the police
And everyday another funeral there's more grief
And everyday I like to pray when I see the Sun
And if there ever was a Lost Tribe we the one
And every hood there's a project with us in it
The old man in the dust going nuts finished
Years before they use to say "You use to own business
Caught them on tax, I guess you're black, you gotta know you limit"
And everybody tried to be Happy someway
I think of dinners in the winter on a Sunday
And everybody's poor but we always pull through it
'Cause of Marvin's influence, we always played his music
My Pops said he was a ‘Trouble Man’ courtesy of Uncle Sam
Then I hit the streets then start hustling
But I could see my Grandma when she dressed for Church
Her style is hat, white dress with the matching purse
And I could hear her sing aloud with the choir marching in
With the face of joy, proud 'cause her heart's with him
And she could live everlasting and pure peace
No longer worried eyes, speaks to him before sleep
And I stood by the door when she came at me
She said, "You gotta endure and learn to be Happy"

leathaface2009
MJ_DA_MAN schreef:
Word . Hoe kom je trouwens aan die lyrics? Heb ze nooit ergens kunnen vinden, zelfs niet op OHHLA.

Waarom heb je lyrics nodig als ie ze in je oren rapt?

avatar van MJ_DA_MAN
Hoi CaliLove .

leathaface2009
MJ_DA_MAN schreef:
Hoi CaliLove .

Hey ouwe krullebol

Ben je al bekeerd tot de Islam?

avatar van Harco
Je kan echt niet zonder deze site, hè?

RedLightCityBoy
Ooit vond ik de persoon achter al die accounts wel een hilarische toevoeging voor deze site, maar dit gaat zelfs mij te ver. Het begint echt irritant te worden.

avatar van Korhymes
Yeah f'real. Ga aaasjeblieft een leven zoeken mayne, er is nog een leven naast MuMe.
-Echt waar?
Echt waar.

Hypnotick
Mr Morbid - Ed Gein:

They call me Ed Gein, i used to have wet dreams of dead teens, stress please i start to see things just like a crackfiend. The first time i snuck inside a gravejard to steal a carcess, i felt good when instead i should be feelin nauticious but the cadaver left me very aroused, my lips shaking i put my fucking head in her blouse then inserted my dick wishin that i,ve murderd the bitch, if you ever heard of a story more gory then this. Anyway the next day i,d hit the corpse in the closed, feeling the holes of the rotting, smell of coroners garbage. Luckily my mother went on a trip so i could cut the bitches skin of, remove the vagina remove the tits. Sewing up pieces of dead skin for me to put my head in, my arms and my legs in, i,m carving and shredding retarded my presence with no fatherly lessons, playing with barbies and dresses now with the bodies of dead chicks, sodomy with the headless, pornography in my matress, obsessed with the biology of all it seems to get stiff, philosphy and books of criminology and dead shit. It fucks with my mind it,s like i,m locked in my shrine with nothing but the severed heads and the pieces of skin, brainwashed by all the speeches of evil and sin, no longer keeping within all the secrets are grim, i hear the voices of the demons as they speak in the wind and they tell me to take action, the violence of my plans would eventually inspire movies like Silence Of The Lambs or Psycho, infact i,m the real Norman Bates i,m gonna peel of your face you gonna feel all the pain, woman seem all the same when they scream forth my name, Ed Gein bitch eat your fucking spleen and your brain, yea my deeds are deranged, i was gore cutting a whore with my sword cutting a corpse as i pour blood on the floor, i,m the raw monster of gore. Bitch you better recognize, Eddy Gein here to haunt your every dream, they cant me bury me. I,m Leatherface, docter Lector and Bates, i may be dead in my grave but you will remember my name. Endless fame when you turn into a serialkiller, after bumping this track murder some woman and children.

avatar van P Jay
Hey yo, I'm just as broke as when I had no deal
I'm not too bright. My brain is like oatmeal
I used to be label mates with Shaquille O'Neal
Now I get my dick sucked in the Batmobile
I live in Long Island, with a house of retards
And illegal aliens that need green cards
I'm a rap legend to little weird white kids
That carve shit in their arms
Like "I don't wanna live"
I'm the original, dirty, white gangster
Ryhmer. Perverted rhyme writer
We dirty old men you can't trust us
See us finger popping your daughters in the back of school buses
Rugged Man. Hairy baboon
Catch me at the MTV awards jerkin off in the bathroom
Cage, Eon, Mighty Mi. Why try?
Remix this shit. Put it back out when I die


R.A. The Rugged Man op "Bottom Feeders" op Smut Peddlers' "Porn Again"

avatar van Rhythm & Poetry
De verse van Slug op Line of Scrimmage (Evidence ft Slug)

down wind, your new found friend
drew the guilt across the grill just like a clowns grin, i'm all in
tall and thin, tears down walls when the dolphin gets caught
in whatever pocket she falls in

shame none, the blame game's done
no more sweatin through the heat wave waiting to make the rain come
gain some, ingrained from the same tongue
can tell by how i bang some everybody wang chung

free-throw, feeble it seems so
break the egg and let the greed grow, beggin me to re-load
heave-ho, behold the super freak show
navigate through people with that life fast bleed slow

down play, about face, the clay rotates around whatever it takes to make you count them praise nowadays
show the ace, with no poker face
on the belly, open legs and hold the aim between his shoulder blades

square-biz, so terror thick
the air is thick with embarrassment, go share it with your therapist
there it is, careless to pair with the no-name
tag-wearing, faux-famous derelict

now sit, and wrap yourself around it
when your done wear it like an outfit in front of the township
sound check, allowed inside of the mix
to show em all why i'm this make the music with your mouth biz

Gast
geplaatst: vandaag om 01:07 uur

geplaatst: vandaag om 01:07 uur

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