~bUtchER SeSSioN(LaNd Of nO mErCY)~ by Resphanto 2011/01/13 11:17
In this butcher house u can diss,drill,spill and kill any nigga u like to diss in da hood.
This is strictly dismissin yr long hearted beef witout mercy.
lets hunt and spill blood
In this butcher house u can diss,drill,spill and kill any nigga u like to diss in da hood.
This is strictly dismissin yr long hearted beef witout mercy.
lets hunt and spill blood
spill blood lol
Shaev7 2011/01/13 19:37
I fink its tym 2kill^drill^n spill^em bloodz lyk LIQUID/forgt abt my stat i still^b tha thr^ill^er mc wt skill^s^ick n deal^wt fakers here in ds dyke/i hate niggaz aktin dey ill^whil am sick on ds mic hospitalized on pill^seal^ds game ova i breath tru gill^am an animal fur sea^stickin 2ds script^lil^wayne says niggaz skippin scenez^i hit u 1 flo gav a quik spike/ya c hw dey cumz_disect ya mumz_fanny chewin em lyk pop cornz_c ya cnt ds me here... Dis a prt of my Slaughter House Session,/i'll observ ds sh!t 4 6days n shut down da Session,/if no rhymez,no diss i cal it a thread Repetition/4my hommie RESPHANTO u went against da rulez n u nid 2b Petitioned/ya know wat i mean if dnt mention da 'BASTER' ^spektraFlamez^ who i shal 'PLASTER' his name al ova ds game n destroy hs ^skeletalframez^ am nt done yet lemme juz c hu fuckz wt da villian _Shaev7_ all of y'all shut da fuckup n gt urz butt toasted,so sh.t damn!
I fink its tym 2kill^drill^n spill^em bloodz lyk LIQUID/forgt abt my stat i still^b tha thr^ill^er mc wt skill^s^ick n deal^wt fakers here in ds dyke/i hate niggaz aktin dey ill^whil am sick on ds mic hospitalized on pill^seal^ds game ova i breath tru gill^am an animal fur sea^stickin 2ds script^lil^wayne says niggaz skippin scenez^i hit u 1 flo gav a quik spike/ya c hw dey cumz_disect ya mumz_fanny chewin em lyk pop cornz_c ya cnt ds me here... Dis a prt of my Slaughter House Session,/i'll observ ds sh!t 4 6days n shut down da Session,/if no rhymez,no diss i cal it a thread Repetition/4my hommie RESPHANTO u went against da rulez n u nid 2b Petitioned/ya know wat i mean if dnt mention da 'BASTER' ^spektraFlamez^ who i shal 'PLASTER' his name al ova ds game n destroy hs ^skeletalframez^ am nt done yet lemme juz c hu fuckz wt da villian _Shaev7_ all of y'all shut da fuckup n gt urz butt toasted,so sh.t damn!
Spektralflamez 2011/01/14 01:17
Shaev you drop wordz like a "sibbling~severe in 'InSaNiTiEs'/ all your attackz on me is 'WorThLeZZ~vAnitIeZ'/ you drop wordz like an 'AniMaL' Wearing the 'Clothes' of 'HumanitieZ'/ i'm sorry to tell u 'BiTcH' You're a 'ScoUndReL'/ fucking 'mOnGReaL'/ TEll ya mum sHe lookS like a 'ClOneD~Freak'/ scary like 'HaLLoWen~hung on a 'StReaK'/ Like 'sCaRe~CrOw' shaev you a 'VagrAnt' you gat no 'wingz 2 fLy' so like a kiwi, you 'waNdER' Like your 'iLL~mURder'
*Ladiez and gentlemen look at my ana lysis/i wanna fuck 'SHaEvY'S Ass 2 'paraLysIz' cos he is going to 'Loud* *SHut up shaevy i'm trying to talk,your brain filled with 'damp~Paperz' in 'BuLK' U're a 'junk' u loose ur 'Trunk' battLinG With me, u're a 'Deep ~F%*k' like u smeLL 'wHoRe' Like 'PUSSy' **u're lower to mine' u worth less than a 'DiME' U fucking 'SwIne'*
Shaev you drop wordz like a "sibbling~severe in 'InSaNiTiEs'/ all your attackz on me is 'WorThLeZZ~vAnitIeZ'/ you drop wordz like an 'AniMaL' Wearing the 'Clothes' of 'HumanitieZ'/ i'm sorry to tell u 'BiTcH' You're a 'ScoUndReL'/ fucking 'mOnGReaL'/ TEll ya mum sHe lookS like a 'ClOneD~Freak'/ scary like 'HaLLoWen~hung on a 'StReaK'/ Like 'sCaRe~CrOw' shaev you a 'VagrAnt' you gat no 'wingz 2 fLy' so like a kiwi, you 'waNdER' Like your 'iLL~mURder'
*Ladiez and gentlemen look at my ana lysis/i wanna fuck 'SHaEvY'S Ass 2 'paraLysIz' cos he is going to 'Loud* *SHut up shaevy i'm trying to talk,your brain filled with 'damp~Paperz' in 'BuLK' U're a 'junk' u loose ur 'Trunk' battLinG With me, u're a 'Deep ~F%*k' like u smeLL 'wHoRe' Like 'PUSSy' **u're lower to mine' u worth less than a 'DiME' U fucking 'SwIne'*
InternetLord 2011/01/14 06:25
As i proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that
beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that shxt the fuck up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh
As we proceed, to give you
what you need
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-
solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn
streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that
bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down
your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like
Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the
concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the
plot
Neighbors call the cops said
they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the
corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around
your daughter
Old school new school need to
learn though
I burn baby burn like Disco
Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho
potato
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin
is takin place
F%*kin with [interenetlord1] it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes
on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and
Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash
fools
Niggaz mad because I know
that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two
glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering
about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's
behind this
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
I seen the light excite all the
freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love
with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta
watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack
make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker
G's up
One false move, get swiss
cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th
Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-
Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I
drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan
I'm the don
Pussy when I want Rolex on
the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there
won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake,
lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page
nigga
I smoke the blunts he sips on
the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at
christenings
And my cock, in the fire
position and...
(Get live motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers)
C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be
like that Big]
open your fucking mouth, open
your... didn't I tell you
don't fuck with me? [*muffled*
c'mon man] Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with
me?
(as we proceed) [c'mon man]
Look at you now
(to give you what you need)
Huh? [c'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't
talk with a gun in your mouth
huh?
(get live motherfuckers) Bitch-
ass nigga, what?
(get live motherfuckers)
[*muffled sounds, six gun
shots*]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
Internetlord
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers
Hah!!
As we proceed...
(Who shot ya?)
...to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers East coast motherfuckers (Who shot ya?) West coast motherfuckers... West coast motherfuckers... hah! As we proceed, to give you what you need As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers Get money motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers As we proceeeeeeed To give you what you need... 9 to 5... INTERNETLORD RULES MODA FUCKERS
As i proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that
beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that shxt the fuck up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh
As we proceed, to give you
what you need
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-
solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn
streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that
bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down
your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like
Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the
concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the
plot
Neighbors call the cops said
they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the
corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around
your daughter
Old school new school need to
learn though
I burn baby burn like Disco
Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho
potato
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin
is takin place
F%*kin with [interenetlord1] it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes
on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and
Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash
fools
Niggaz mad because I know
that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two
glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering
about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's
behind this
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
I seen the light excite all the
freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love
with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta
watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack
make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker
G's up
One false move, get swiss
cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th
Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-
Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I
drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan
I'm the don
Pussy when I want Rolex on
the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there
won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake,
lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page
nigga
I smoke the blunts he sips on
the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at
christenings
And my cock, in the fire
position and...
(Get live motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers)
C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be
like that Big]
open your fucking mouth, open
your... didn't I tell you
don't fuck with me? [*muffled*
c'mon man] Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with
me?
(as we proceed) [c'mon man]
Look at you now
(to give you what you need)
Huh? [c'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't
talk with a gun in your mouth
huh?
(get live motherfuckers) Bitch-
ass nigga, what?
(get live motherfuckers)
[*muffled sounds, six gun
shots*]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
Internetlord
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers
Hah!!
As we proceed...
(Who shot ya?)
...to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers East coast motherfuckers (Who shot ya?) West coast motherfuckers... West coast motherfuckers... hah! As we proceed, to give you what you need As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers Get money motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers As we proceeeeeeed To give you what you need... 9 to 5... INTERNETLORD RULES MODA FUCKERS
rickosi4eva_Dwizzard 2011/01/14 14:16
Quote: internetlord: As i proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that
beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that shxt the fuck up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh
As we proceed, to give you
what you need
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-
solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn
streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that
bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down
your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like
Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the
concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the
plot
Neighbors call the cops said
they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the
corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around
your daughter
Old school new school need to
learn though
I burn baby burn like Disco
Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho
potato
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin
is takin place
F%*kin with [interenetlord1] it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes
on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and
Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash
fools
Niggaz mad because I know
that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two
glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering
about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's
behind this
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
I seen the light excite all the
freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love
with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta
watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack
make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker
G's up
One false move, get swiss
cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th
Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-
Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I
drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan
I'm the don
Pussy when I want Rolex on
the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there
won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake,
lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page
nigga
I smoke the blunts he sips on
the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at
christenings
And my cock, in the fire
position and...
(Get live motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers)
C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be
like that Big]
open your fucking mouth, open
your... didn't I tell you
don't fuck with me? [*muffled*
c'mon man] Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with
me?
(as we proceed) [c'mon man]
Look at you now
(to give you what you need)
Huh? [c'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't
talk with a gun in your mouth
huh?
(get live motherfuckers) Bitch-
ass nigga, what?
(get live motherfuckers)
[*muffled sounds, six gun
shots*]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
Internetlord
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers
Hah!!
As we proceed...
(Who shot ya?)
...to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers East coast motherfuckers (Who shot ya?) West coast motherfuckers... West coast motherfuckers... hah! As we proceed, to give you what you need As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers Get money motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers As we proceeeeeeed To give you what you need... 9 to 5... INTERNETLORD RULES MODA FUCKERS
Sheav...u hear thiz?
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that
beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that shxt the fuck up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh
As we proceed, to give you
what you need
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-
solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn
streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that
bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down
your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like
Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the
concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the
plot
Neighbors call the cops said
they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the
corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around
your daughter
Old school new school need to
learn though
I burn baby burn like Disco
Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho
potato
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin
is takin place
F%*kin with [interenetlord1] it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes
on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and
Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash
fools
Niggaz mad because I know
that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two
glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering
about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's
behind this
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
I seen the light excite all the
freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love
with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta
watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack
make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker
G's up
One false move, get swiss
cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th
Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-
Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I
drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan
I'm the don
Pussy when I want Rolex on
the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there
won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake,
lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page
nigga
I smoke the blunts he sips on
the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at
christenings
And my cock, in the fire
position and...
(Get live motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers)
C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be
like that Big]
open your fucking mouth, open
your... didn't I tell you
don't fuck with me? [*muffled*
c'mon man] Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with
me?
(as we proceed) [c'mon man]
Look at you now
(to give you what you need)
Huh? [c'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't
talk with a gun in your mouth
huh?
(get live motherfuckers) Bitch-
ass nigga, what?
(get live motherfuckers)
[*muffled sounds, six gun
shots*]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
Internetlord
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers
Hah!!
As we proceed...
(Who shot ya?)
...to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers East coast motherfuckers (Who shot ya?) West coast motherfuckers... West coast motherfuckers... hah! As we proceed, to give you what you need As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers Get money motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers As we proceeeeeeed To give you what you need... 9 to 5... INTERNETLORD RULES MODA FUCKERS
Spektralflamez 2011/01/15 06:29
*Shaev* i see your attitude display is a disgraceful inheritance, 'fucked~ drama' from ya 'mama' a self~made 'bitch' u come out in 2wap public to show-off ya 'dirty~liLen' you ~son of a bitch~ ur moderating device is 'fucked' like your mothers pussy blocked like a 'condemned line, pls play this game like a true 'M.C' don't fuck with real killerz,**WARNING**
this can be a reality,don't say i didn't tell ya,a word is enough 4 u 'BASTARD'
*Shaev* i see your attitude display is a disgraceful inheritance, 'fucked~ drama' from ya 'mama' a self~made 'bitch' u come out in 2wap public to show-off ya 'dirty~liLen' you ~son of a bitch~ ur moderating device is 'fucked' like your mothers pussy blocked like a 'condemned line, pls play this game like a true 'M.C' don't fuck with real killerz,**WARNING**
this can be a reality,don't say i didn't tell ya,a word is enough 4 u 'BASTARD'
Vers1tile 2011/01/23 16:47
spek! Yep ur english is gud, bt ur rap, punchlinez, and the use of ur aponents weaknes sucks! Bottom line? U suck
spek! Yep ur english is gud, bt ur rap, punchlinez, and the use of ur aponents weaknes sucks! Bottom line? U suck
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