for my dawg excalibur (you'll know me soon)

I verbally castrate mc's, disintegrate em as if they're under a 1000 degrees,

i got no friends, no enemies, i stand alone// ma own king, roc ma own throne,

so if u wanna battle me, better know its a catastrophe// on ur side

, u can run but u can't hide,

u feel my wrath, when i come thru ur path,

we countin paper, while u still tryna do ur math...... so check check it out......

ca$trate mc's period, masticate,disintegrate and dilate minds,and deficate of fakes like u,
leave shreds of sinue on your enamel an flip words at 1000 degrees,
no way of fukin wit me, impenenetrable charged fort with reenforced robots guarding my fortune, tho i don need that shi, caus i handle bats, dusters and mortor b0mbs, so i can easily destroy wut i have built(u) and mort u.
i block your view with my obese rhyme scheme, my eyelids is open 24/7 like nightclubs in yours or my hood, have u bailin out from planes,
high in the air..as i inhale high and show up in your rear view,
blind you with spiteful spit laced with venomous molecules, riddle brittle fools make you a human bullet drive thru, my eyes view the world thru periferal future portalsthat open my senses like a fox in a hunt,
"fukin wit me," thats the last thing to try do.

i get high like cumulonibus, and let lead rain from my terrainial guns//
realise, your one manned crusades will land you in the same mess as biggy or puff//plus
you are the result of bowel movements from buns(a$s),
to me u jus a big pile of fea$es with peanuts,
pick up and bin ya, grad you by the neck and spin ya like a disk in a diskman, head stay steady while you body rotates on like sitin on swivel chair//
spare you, no, i got better things to do then let you live and waste space, breath n waste air, breed and r@pe men, plus im tired of protecting my rear-end with bullet proof vest, so i got no other choice the to finish off with unncecessary brutallity straight fatality//
plus my skills breach the laws of gravity, levitate and ski to heaven//

No friends, no enemies, no capadre', no amore' no shamwari no piki, no shi, i even scare myself, wear ski mask when i go to the john incase i look in the looking glass and spook myself ,standing alone is my practice like a chiropractic bastard im rippin spins into, then outa place to c how you crumble like a cookie//pu$sy please, keep yo juices in,

im ma own king, roc ma own throne,fuk you fake fag i manage the show while blow balls like helium balloons, "if it's hot!" then it's my spot, burn holes through the form before i finish writtin my pros, u'll never know where the fuk im gonna cum from, i pop up like a pimple and "pop u", i got homo homin devices send home like nights, soon as it gets dark, i light a niga; so b:tches can 'see' im real, wut i talk about :i did, dawg, NO B:TCH listen here!, i will mureder you easily without catchin a sweat, the cold rhymes and cold heart leave you froze with cold fright, revolvers blind your eyes like high beams on blind rise.


u can run but u can't hide,fuk who you kiddin kiddy dingaling,
i ride like a soldier, a tank under each arm act like a battle ram, batter your fam and leave you braggin bout scares on arms and lost hands.
Another fag wanna dab wit padded pads, tell you now you get list out your false teeth, frillies and pads(tamp0ns)
told you i am wut a i am, piss me off and ima prove to you how two tim boots is used, remove a dudes publix tie u up like rubix cube, leave you bruised and loosing...go on
test my patience, go on push my buttons, watch how shitl back fire, and cinder your hood, have you browing the morge corpses' and charcoal for those that used to be your boys
'Hocus pocus' as as i destroy the world in my palm, watch your pethetic life before you optical, and kno that hopes pointless when i open a page to reply your feeble post//
i could devastate a nation, caus plage to a whole state, and beseige a planet//

your verbal concept is nonsense with a lil bito o hate for x
im complex to the max, resort to violance wen fool start yapping garbage
caus like a junky, i gots to have it.


u feel my wrath, when i come thru ur path, i bar all paths, bomb all spotz, realise this dawgs got yall subteranially deep esplosive thawed.


we countin paper, while u still tryna do ur math...... so check check it out...... fuk paper, all the money in the world won't "light my fire" and the safe in your home won't save yo life wen bullet huggers move thru yo cribz grippin the nine.



keystyle ahahaaaaaaaaaaa
donit make u mad like a mufuk
ahaha uhhh

ther was posta b more but i deleted it by accident sory...
for real sorry.





syke beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeitch






......poratable decon team(your friendly neighborhood pedoflie)

first spell my fukin anme right or ima do that whole shi again,
excalibarz(your friendly neighborhood pedofile)


secondly

Quote

posta be u blow ballz..... u u u u u u u u blow them balls ok,

u
not me
u yeah u

nother thing



Yo beeitch that started the post, was i posta crit or respond, caus it was ummm k i guess, but needs alil flavour.word








......portabl decon team(your friendly neighborhood pedofile)

sup peep this out ill shit

http://www.africanhiphop.com/realaudio1 ... l/hash.ram

:D

Try cumin at a thread like that again and see wher you gray matter ends up.

b!tich makes this the first and the last, fukin time i see your fag as$ in my face. i spit atchu.

that shi is lame as a mufuk, plus u already posted that stupid shi and for the second time roun, i can't load it so it must b bullshi,
U don even rhyme so wuchu doin here, eat a dick and bunz.












........portabl decon team(your friendly neighborhood pedofile)

I be the realist mc, always have answers never hypotheses

politicians be BSin' wit their fake bureacacies,

I know ma rights so i never fear authorities,

always be prepared fo da unknown calamaties,

or u find urself in da mist of catastrophe.....

i pop ya, then resurrect you so i can kill u again,

then i send ma condolenses to ya next to kin//

yea i know i sound like a evil nigga,

but somebody gats ta pull the trigga,

so what da hell do u figure??///


nashika mic kama sitaki,

mnauliza maswali nawajibu kwa misamiati//

usilete ushenzi kwenye hii fani,

flow zenu nyepesi hazitingishi hata mzani//


ya'll fake mc's be makin me laugh,

grabbin' da mic flowin like da shit is blue grass//

don't get it twisted this R A P rythme and poetry,

shit should be floetic and flow like floetry//


don't get mad cuz i'm bilingual,

destroying mc's before they drop their 1st single//

u don't like me, cuz i fucked ur wifey,

don't take it personal cuz dats how i be//



hahahahah free stylin is fun ya'll should try it :lol: