Man this f***** b**** spits slower, than a b**** who gets hit over and over again,
He'll never learn, I spit fire son, so forever burn, till you learn then together we earn,
Homi, sevor and turn the other cheek, So our mothers earn when ya brother speak,
s**** unique when I spit da heat, join or ya womans groin get tapped under the sheets,
Thats a feat I attain ez, spit flame ez, f*** ya dame if she teaze me, best believe me,
2 shots to ya chest if ya tryna lead me into an ambush, Smoked like dat dam cush,
Man push me, I dare you, i'll leave you wet and gushin blood like a dam p****/
I duno who you think ya f***** wit, Im tuckin s***, bustin clips out the f***** whip,
Been to jail more than once, Drugs for sale, Pay for bail with an ounce and im out,
Bounce back on track like a crack addict back for that smack havoc automatic cat s***...............
Permalink Reply by Jux on April 30, 2008 at 10:12am
this f***** wanna be eminem,but theirs only one eminem
well not really,..cuz i gots me 9 eminem(9mm)
il smack diz b**** silly, hes a b**** cuz hes feminem
n make my d*** melt n his girl mouth like eminems(m&m)
i started rappin at 4, n spit flamez eva since
im finna kill bush cuz im n love wit dead presidents
i f***** ur moms da c** on her face is evidnce
dont b surprise wen im in my boxers walkin round' in ur residence
i aint homo, im gettin money son im far from a hobo
u can catch me n mount vernon dog i stay on my dolo
cuz im like a bag of dirt so it aint hard to find me
my buddy iz waist deep like the game, so i dare u to try me...eazy
cant beleive this dood rhymed eminem 4 times; how creative,
i think of diss BARS all day like my minds incarcerated,
These bars are from the soul like my heart-was-gated...
this is just a warm up; now ya lyrics get cut up; ya style gets sha-raid-ed ha! (shreded)
For The Kill:
the only thing jux won is a consolation d*** prize,
open your eyes....
you runnin' around reppin gay guy's,
it's no suprise my lyrics are way better than yours,
todd gettin ya hyped up for a beat down, thats natural of course,
i stay reppin' myself, your livin' proof of a confused f***,
freestylin' on the street at your best spitin' for a buck,
son you outta luck.....
Me... well just call me lucky charms,
cuz no matter what you spit, i'll lyrically counteract & disarm,
PQ has penned more rhymes on thisis50 than the bible got psalm,
when i spit you read & get hyped, but ill wipe you out like ya mom,
i'ma verbal bomb....
that'll blow up if you test my skills,
think you can take me on Jux, homie i lost count of my kills,
your a f***** waste of space plus ya style bore's me,
i'm like a sexy b**** walkin' by, you can't ignore me
wite bois aint takien over hoes n rap flow
but truth is only hand job n sm blow ( hhha had 2 laugh)
ur ryhmin skill r absurd n so corney
its beetr leave thisis50 watch some porn get horney
em sauga citys own kid wit skills eerytime being shown
u cant rep ur hood, ur broke still own thier loan
r u ok still frontin its beetr u get stoned ,bfr u get owned
i feell u change ur tone / i herd smthin being tored
"r u ok still frontin its beetr u get stoned ,bfr u get owned quoted by: vineet"
Okay i'll start where he left off....
b**** made wanna be MC tryna be my clone damn ,
my lyrics so dope even got you STONED man,
Elo's original, I've taken the crown as King of the Land,
Hand job and blow??? -- (quoted again by vineet)
i bet vineet swollowin six inches ya thick d******,
kid this s***'s swift 'n ya hits aint liftin so quit quick b****,
i mean, where's ya flow, spittin WACK 'n SPELLIN' MISTAKES,
i broke ya bars down like FELON ESCAPES,
ya whole style is sour like lemony taste's,
dude, ya losin this match kid, ya suited to wackness,
dumb f***, ya aint hot aint got any future in rap b****..
you aint gangsta, never seen a n**** catch a jux f**,
cut it out, you jus makin mt vernon look bad,
nursery rhyme ass n****, give dr suess his book back,
for i skip the beef phase, and show up where you cook at,
dog, if i catch you in the street, i might spaz,
so i suggest you bring a vest and da heat,
literally track yo boys down, use they chest as da beat,
until i cut it off, holes from his neck to his feet
its late man and my brain is giving out so this 1 is short. ill get at you again jux, that is if you reply to this 1
devin theres no such thing as being TOO LATE in Hip Hop Hours
I just murked Jux & Vineet for ya; now its time to crash YOUR TOWERS...
your wastin ya time...
typin those rhymes should be a crime,
those came out sour like lemon an lime
to the slaughterhouse i'ma take this swine,
tounge tied an distorted
i twisted vineets s*** and left him contorted,
the only way you get respect is 'cos you bought-cred,
ya rhymes seem to be much more then force fed
if ya think its to late to write rhymes then go to bed
i can see ya lyrics are tired & used
as ya s*** i perused,
just readin it my eyes were abused
what such lame vocab ya used........
P.Q at times could be cool
but keep talkin s*** and you gon end up like seafood,
hooked up, fried and served off rhymes dat i cook up
ya last verse was a sign that you shook up
i dont take kind to lines that say i bought cred,
so i bought lead to leave elo wit a chalk head,
compare me to a pizza man cuz i toss bread,
dis guy jus mad cuz i shine more than a bald head,
listen clearly you kno that im the colder one,
so get off my d***, ya stomach couldnt hold my c**
too exclusive, couldnt play me wit a token son
my goons from da army
you get popped before you load da gun
Yo, I was hoping, what I said was just spoken,
ANd nobody was gonn step and start provokin,
SO I see I gotta Start coaking,
Tare you apart, wit Body parts floatin,
Down the river and into the Dark ocean,
Bound when I spit rounds into ya Parka Clothin,
Wit shards Exposin, Even Narks Knowin,
Im constantly in the park Blowin, Under the Arch open,
Im highly spoken among my peers,
Watch which note you sing cuz you could get hung from ur ears,
Is this clear? it should be, now pop the hood b,
Put ur tail between your legs and Vacate,
Ur a rookie, I duno who you miss tuck me 4,
Now ur Shook more than Ja rule on f***** tour,
Bustin nutz in ur h*** Since I bust through the door , now who want more//..holla