Permalink Reply by Haspy on February 12, 2009 at 10:13pm
To srREXed + Slim T......
Consider me a racist, I feed crushed crackers in my soup
I'm hungry eating itsee bitsee pieces for my tummy, I'm cookin'
New England Clam chowder cause I have the power
I spit 3 you spit a million and none falls, I devour
Step back and look at the whole situation
Caucasian cries for racist, HA are you serious
You got to be delirious or angry to say that s***
Now Slim-T you flow good but you got brains for s***
Threat another time again without a 44 clip
You ain't hard like srREXed nor fake like him
oh Yes of course I see the M4 in your new picture
probably leased from a vet. he told me that he missed you.
Now I got your attention, here's a tissue, listen to the issue
You have no clue that my firearms ranges off like a missile
My focus doesn't fade and yours don't excite me
Two gay KKK members huntin' me like a honkey
intro: for the first time.....
i droppin a 4 baR>>>>
you can never see me im oh!riginaly!
one of the best better than all da rest!!
nobody can test me coz before you figure ur best verse!
i don beat your best, worst!!!!!!!!!!!!!
outro: more sick than ill
i put here on another levhill
hah hah bad
-i jus talkin-
haspy can do a lil thing but i cannot read all his lyrics
its too long.
because watch that, i drop a 4bar and it better than all what hes been discussing.and alot of people here too.
i not trying to cause any confusion or nothing like that,
but i know i have the best 4 bar,
right!
I think all this cracker and KKK member s*** is funny//
What you afraid of mofucka? A n***** wanna-be?//
Im such a wigger that my white socks dont wanna be//
on my feet so they run and hide in your cleets//
You talkin like I wanna be somethin I see//
when I look at you it makes me sick to my stomach- you cant be//
white like me and right like me so//
take a minute and think how to rhyme like me//
You a white spike lee and occasionally your sight//
like the movies in the 80s, man your shades are a great white hype//
it seems like you give me and slim much attention you just might like//
but the buck stops here- I dont do men, its not right//
Your prince of bel aire fro got holes and thats not even close//
to the precision you wishin you had- im son of sam's ghost//
My M4? at least your smart enough to know//
now no more f***** around with samcro//
You dont have missles and everything I wrote your read twice//
and your so friggin pissed that I spit and Im white//
What leaves you in the mist is that your wrong and im right//
you spit some foul bottom of the bucket name calling out of spite//
i dont have to hunt for you... you keep coming back and looking more and more stupid every time. This is fun! ha ha
yo roshane that was wack as s*** man u make me sick
u think u a rappa u worse then slim-t an he a p****
u dont got s*** on me see im a G i drive by on u fools thats me
u think im a hoe b**** u below
m********** now u see u cant beat me i kill u with my .50
commando n**** top of the line im the best now come an test
yo n**** im white so get out of my sight
or ill use my knife man slice an dice
my m60 will blow u away today an everyday
special forces b**** what u goin to say
man u gay get out of my way
i got a little secret bout this dude named commando,
his birth was accidental, his pops was a man-hoe,
aint a rapper he an actor, the black marlon brando
on the mic you get toasted like a meatball sando
the term commando means he don't wear droors,
thats easy access when hes on all fours,
gettin dicked up by some gay ass w*****,
that are black brown and white, call em gay s'mores
you don't bust gats, you dont c*** heat,
you just bust nuts on faggots cheeks
you're a f***** bum, now go brush your teeth
with toothpaste though, not sperm from keith
i'm done dissing this guy, the s**** too easy
forgot to mention, his whole life is sleezy
i got stocks and pensions, my pocket's cheesy
i just beat your ass, call me chris breezy
yo justin u dont know me ima let u see
im special forces rapper thats me im in the army ive killed u see
chris breezy u not a G u nothin to me
call me a f** u fucken wack man
ima crack ur head f*** u dead
i dont care what u think ima drown u in the sink
u the one dats gay look at your face dats all i have to need to say
dam man y even play
u dont know me but u still wank over me
see u gay get th f*** out of my way
Hey justin i lyk yo s*** u sed bwt comando/
n he sez all the knida s*** ive heard all b4 he'z wak yo/
he haz no flow,no dowe,no Ho coz wat he really thinks bwt wen i spit bk iz Oh No coz im killin him/
comando say hello 2 ur general/
i swallow u lyk mineral water n u aint a male u r ur fathers daughter/
u a daddyz girl/
n i didnt even mention races once i didnt call any b**** a racist im jst interested in wrightin a few pages so u gunna expect a big response, its all about battles so i'ma win the battle and the war coz u jst a w**** u lil baby put in yo dummy n play with ur rattle u aint a soldier u f** so u belong in the navy.
ha u slim-t saying im in the navy
b**** u see im the king u the general i command he
man u not my homie u dont know me
but if u did u would try to blow me
yo im like fif u come near me i diss he
u see u cant p*** me ima G
u a wantabe u cant touch me
COMMANDO Im the boss
u more like officer ricky ross
u a snitch an a b****
an when u were born ur mums saw ur face
so she come over to my place
u was born in a gay bar
hehe thats how u play ha
Comando Comando thats all u can say//
bitchez lyk u i dnt giv the tym of day//
ide rather trak u dwn n let the bulletz spray//
u end up on the floor bleedin n ile end up wer ur mama lay//
ur s*** stinkz so much tht its heavin//
u'll hav 2 think of sum new s*** 2 say coz i aint f**** leavin//
u giv me the energy 2 stay breathin but also giv me the reason 2 stop u frm breathin//
n u aint no king u a queen frm wat ive been hearin//
f**** round wit me will leave u with more than a blak eye//
u need 2 get yo picture on so i can see if im battlin a white dude or a black guy//
aint nothin racial or personal i jst wanna see the b**** who im killin thatz why//
my lyricz c** with a hook tht will leave ur face upside down u'll b lookin funny lyk a clown//
how now lets see wat kinda lyrics u got//
i wanna see thm now now or al c** creepin up behind ya lyk spirits//
i got spirits in my closet not skeletonez the way i flow 2 a beat iz lyk a mellow tone u probably a yellow belly Ho i'll eat u up lyk spinach//
but i aint pop eye ile hav ur b**** lickin on my C***-eye//
Yeah im nearly finnished but dnt b feelin luck-Eye coz ile b bk 4 more//
so lets see wat u got big guy cos im hungry 4 more//
i can go on for dayz n dayz n thts all u can c** up with u a little w****//
@monstabeatzz actually you are wrong. When cocaine is cooked up with baking soda or ammonia, there's a chemical reaction, which makes crack look, smell and feel DIFFERENT. Also it is FAR MORE ADDICTIVE. Bottom line is it's not just another…