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SBYRD5 · 08-30-2003, 08:40 PM

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ost_uid0="SBYRD5"]Machine1 you think you got it hotter,
Hotter than the hottest pepper,
Step into my arena I blast the mic from all your fingers,
And you call yourself a pusha,
Just look at ya your not much of a looka,

And your odor is straight outa controla,
Breath so bad you sacre the retirement folks to early graves,
Oh and your feet...sharper than any blade,
Casicade can't clean you,
Life aint for stinking negros like you,

Now who looks like a fool,
Hell you don't own joo,but Joo owns you,
The Rhyme you wrote,
You would never have the skills for it to be spoked,
I think I sold you for broke,(HAAa)

Speaking of sports you could never score,
Your girl told me you dress like your pour,
Oh and on weekends you live like a whore,
And she told me your dick is to small to grow any more,

So since you weren't hitting it right,
She asked a negro to beat,
A real man would never let his girl stay in heat
So I did the deed,
Well you chilled in a GAY BAR Wacking your meat.

I'm clowning you like your victim of HITS FROM THE STREETS,You really think you can beat someone always packing heat,a young man born from the Eastside streets. You better change your rapping beat because if you say something again about pulling a trigger....it better be on yourself #####.(Sorry for saying that word...I try to avoid that....I meant African American).

You better not be writing your rhymes done you'll never get better that way,and this is freesytling...this is straight out my head.

Man post a reply sooner waiting is soooooo boring... :butbut: :dozingoff:[/quote]
Here is the response, page 12.

08-30-2003, 08:40 PM	#393
SBYRD5 Banned Senior Member Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: North Carolina Posts: 6,549 Post Thanks / Like Thanks (Given): Thanks (Received): Likes (Given): Likes (Received): Dislikes (Given): Dislikes (Received): Points: 0 Mentioned: 0 Post(s) Tagged: 0 Thread(s) Quoted: 0 Post(s)	[quoteost_uid0="SBYRD5"]Machine1 you think you got it hotter, Hotter than the hottest pepper, Step into my arena I blast the mic from all your fingers, And you call yourself a pusha, Just look at ya your not much of a looka, And your odor is straight outa controla, Breath so bad you sacre the retirement folks to early graves, Oh and your feet...sharper than any blade, Casicade can't clean you, Life aint for stinking negros like you, Now who looks like a fool, Hell you don't own joo,but Joo owns you, The Rhyme you wrote, You would never have the skills for it to be spoked, I think I sold you for broke,(HAAa) Speaking of sports you could never score, Your girl told me you dress like your pour, Oh and on weekends you live like a whore, And she told me your dick is to small to grow any more, So since you weren't hitting it right, She asked a negro to beat, A real man would never let his girl stay in heat So I did the deed, Well you chilled in a GAY BAR Wacking your meat. I'm clowning you like your victim of HITS FROM THE STREETS,You really think you can beat someone always packing heat,a young man born from the Eastside streets. You better change your rapping beat because if you say something again about pulling a trigger....it better be on yourself #####.(Sorry for saying that word...I try to avoid that....I meant African American). You better not be writing your rhymes done you'll never get better that way,and this is freesytling...this is straight out my head. Man post a reply sooner waiting is soooooo boring... :butbut: :dozingoff:[/quote] Here is the response, page 12.