letz battle ... start it up i'll reply
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ya'll wanna battle or what???
Started by DA GAUTIER, Aug 02 2003 09:26 AM
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Posted 02 August 2003 - 10:32 AM
i don't need no fuckin' rulez, so if ya'll want some, that's fine, you spit 'em... holla if ya wanna battle ok ?
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Posted 02 August 2003 - 11:04 AM
:evil: i'm the african hiphopmaster
i putt the beats in yo brains with my grand new blaster
politic saw is your style past
make a new style, or take a new cast
oh no, don be sad, ask a hug at your dad
my rymes are electric and 220 volts
with this hiphop i make you icecold
sorry, you soul is been sold
that's wath they told
but i know it's thrue and that's the clue
make this ryme for myself and not for you
give you a kick with my grand new shoes
you are not hiphop, more someting like blues
you have every cd from White barry
number one fan off potter harry
you're a hairy bitch and you think your ritch
i have more money in a fingerknip
i'm keeping it for my first videoclip
:arrow:
the arrow is where you at
you're smelling have no time for a bath
cause your thinking for a brand new ryme
but it takes all your time
you take a rap about dogs and cats
but me, "the grandmaster jay" i rapp about facts
your msn status is away
you did run,
out to lunch but thruelly taste cum
your the son of a gun who fuck bum
change the "u" in the "o"
and then take a go,
then you have the word what this ryme's all about
shut up, just keep your mouth
this Battle is a lil bit done
in three seconds i be gone
your the scissors and i'm the stone
heyow bhro,give that flow a go
this was the inspiration that yesterday
stayd in silence
i'ts me yeah that battleSword
lett me know what you think of this ryme yeah
good luck with your battle
i putt the beats in yo brains with my grand new blaster
politic saw is your style past
make a new style, or take a new cast
oh no, don be sad, ask a hug at your dad
my rymes are electric and 220 volts
with this hiphop i make you icecold
sorry, you soul is been sold
that's wath they told
but i know it's thrue and that's the clue
make this ryme for myself and not for you
give you a kick with my grand new shoes
you are not hiphop, more someting like blues
you have every cd from White barry
number one fan off potter harry
you're a hairy bitch and you think your ritch
i have more money in a fingerknip
i'm keeping it for my first videoclip
:arrow:
the arrow is where you at
you're smelling have no time for a bath
cause your thinking for a brand new ryme
but it takes all your time
you take a rap about dogs and cats
but me, "the grandmaster jay" i rapp about facts
your msn status is away
you did run,
out to lunch but thruelly taste cum
your the son of a gun who fuck bum
change the "u" in the "o"
and then take a go,
then you have the word what this ryme's all about
shut up, just keep your mouth
this Battle is a lil bit done
in three seconds i be gone
your the scissors and i'm the stone
heyow bhro,give that flow a go
this was the inspiration that yesterday
stayd in silence
i'ts me yeah that battleSword
lett me know what you think of this ryme yeah
good luck with your battle
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Posted 02 August 2003 - 05:03 PM
so, mr. master-of-hiphop, a.k.a. BAttleSword
fuck up outta here, this place isn't made for nerds
lemme put a spell on this bitch who can't spell
after like 30 seconds I'll send him straight to hell
He'll be goin' down like as hard as Saddam,
similar to Bin Laden and other dick-sucking scum
so you say you rhymes will get me electrified
well... ok... at least you tried
but you won't get me fried
by your low-temperature pits
sit back and get hit
i know it's hard, but yoiu better carry your cross!
like a real man, learn to take the loss
cuz you front me in the game where I am the boss
don't blow up in my way, or get blown away
if you wanna stay happy better get out my way
cuz your game is worse than ja rule with a mental deciece
bitch please ... get the fuck outta here and leave the rest to the real G's!
get out my face, or I'll crush your every bone
even in my bad day I still rappin' in a zone
you are like Mr. Bean, and you challenge Silvester Stalone
it ain't a fair match, but you took me on
don't come cryin' if you felt the loads of my gun ...
BE GONE OR GET IT ON
fuck up outta here, this place isn't made for nerds
lemme put a spell on this bitch who can't spell
after like 30 seconds I'll send him straight to hell
He'll be goin' down like as hard as Saddam,
similar to Bin Laden and other dick-sucking scum
so you say you rhymes will get me electrified
well... ok... at least you tried
but you won't get me fried
by your low-temperature pits
sit back and get hit
i know it's hard, but yoiu better carry your cross!
like a real man, learn to take the loss
cuz you front me in the game where I am the boss
don't blow up in my way, or get blown away
if you wanna stay happy better get out my way
cuz your game is worse than ja rule with a mental deciece
bitch please ... get the fuck outta here and leave the rest to the real G's!
get out my face, or I'll crush your every bone
even in my bad day I still rappin' in a zone
you are like Mr. Bean, and you challenge Silvester Stalone
it ain't a fair match, but you took me on
don't come cryin' if you felt the loads of my gun ...
BE GONE OR GET IT ON
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Posted 03 August 2003 - 01:34 PM
you think you gett me hard
but you ryme sucked from the moment you start
a guy who loves bitbit, that style must be apart
i win this ryme in a fingerknip
youre a byke and i'm a kart
your the dumbass, better be smart
you think you're slim shady, but more kind like a lady
i think lady di and awake with one eye
oh no don be shy, don't give it a cry
it's my rap that's just fly cause i'm doing in freestyle
i lay you down with kneestyle
can ya do better in 11 sentences
shit that word make no sense
i take my sword and cutt it of the sentence
this ryme is getting intense
i'm destructive and alive and kicking
i'm the dope rapper you the "tripper"
you ask me money for the big horse wisperer drug
you can't get enough
this ryme getting tough
look there, a stepfoot on the roof
it's me
i'm everywhere
i have a jacket with spyware
that's watt i've told
but that jacket is like this ryme
18 karats gold
but you ryme sucked from the moment you start
a guy who loves bitbit, that style must be apart
i win this ryme in a fingerknip
youre a byke and i'm a kart
your the dumbass, better be smart
you think you're slim shady, but more kind like a lady
i think lady di and awake with one eye
oh no don be shy, don't give it a cry
it's my rap that's just fly cause i'm doing in freestyle
i lay you down with kneestyle
can ya do better in 11 sentences
shit that word make no sense
i take my sword and cutt it of the sentence
this ryme is getting intense
i'm destructive and alive and kicking
i'm the dope rapper you the "tripper"
you ask me money for the big horse wisperer drug
you can't get enough
this ryme getting tough
look there, a stepfoot on the roof
it's me
i'm everywhere
i have a jacket with spyware
that's watt i've told
but that jacket is like this ryme
18 karats gold
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Posted 03 August 2003 - 02:18 PM
bake yourself a hot rhyme or bake some more bread
or else I'll club you and have your jaws spread
i put a bullet in yo head, when you fuck with me you allready halfway dead
so, as I said, get out my way or get in yow bed
come to think about, just jump into casket
I'm a drive you to your funeral, buck fifty in the basket
got a question for the devil? today it's your time to ask it
so, nice try, but too bad you came short
with that rhymes of yours you only get me bored
watch out and run, i brought my four-four, blast through the door
my style is hardcore, you are old school your lines been here before
you cut lines from others and than push ctrl-plus-'v'
that is the proof that you wannabe, the mc that I got to be
in your eyes i can see, that you envy every single part of me
so pardon me, but you ain't got what is needed
fuck up outta here, go cut and past, you belong to the past
by me you'll get blast, I'm both furious AND fast
and i don't even need a car to win the race on battle...knife
cuz you ain't shit big, no sword in your life
i stay on top of the rap-sea and I got you to take a dive
head down , toes up, i rock my hoes up
hit up my foes-up, then sip a beer in the Moe's club
I'm a real farao and i let your people get away,
finally i got rid of 'em cuz the bitches is all gay, gimme my AK
so i can at least shut down their leader and bust him a cap
who's name is moses ? I'm a shut down your trap
with my accapella, this vocabulary slap
spit words automatic, I'm a Kalashnikov-rap
and if you still breathin', I'm back you up with my back-stab
ok he's dead now, fellas, it's a wrap ...
or else I'll club you and have your jaws spread
i put a bullet in yo head, when you fuck with me you allready halfway dead
so, as I said, get out my way or get in yow bed
come to think about, just jump into casket
I'm a drive you to your funeral, buck fifty in the basket
got a question for the devil? today it's your time to ask it
so, nice try, but too bad you came short
with that rhymes of yours you only get me bored
watch out and run, i brought my four-four, blast through the door
my style is hardcore, you are old school your lines been here before
you cut lines from others and than push ctrl-plus-'v'
that is the proof that you wannabe, the mc that I got to be
in your eyes i can see, that you envy every single part of me
so pardon me, but you ain't got what is needed
fuck up outta here, go cut and past, you belong to the past
by me you'll get blast, I'm both furious AND fast
and i don't even need a car to win the race on battle...knife
cuz you ain't shit big, no sword in your life
i stay on top of the rap-sea and I got you to take a dive
head down , toes up, i rock my hoes up
hit up my foes-up, then sip a beer in the Moe's club
I'm a real farao and i let your people get away,
finally i got rid of 'em cuz the bitches is all gay, gimme my AK
so i can at least shut down their leader and bust him a cap
who's name is moses ? I'm a shut down your trap
with my accapella, this vocabulary slap
spit words automatic, I'm a Kalashnikov-rap
and if you still breathin', I'm back you up with my back-stab
ok he's dead now, fellas, it's a wrap ...
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Posted 03 August 2003 - 04:55 PM
so you tought you win,
but here comes the never saw me coming third round
with the gun in your mouth spin
it's more like chewing gum and it stocks on your head
but we'l wait and see wat this rymes bring
well your to late to safe your soul
i switched it for some alcohol
are you a rapper or a singer from popidol?
i can't see it in your look
bought the clothes on a turkey vacation from thomas cook?
or did you stole it from madonna or maradonna?
or do you listen to hardcore and live in big mamma's house
i do not wanna Know and certainly not take a look
well you live in tielt, i kill you in an open field with my ak-47
i'm in stealth and you don't go to heaven
in your life it's 20 for nine
just busted for a steal the candy from grandma crime
and it doesn't make sense but it's a ryme
i'm david rapperfield and i play with words and abracadabra
my stile is hiphop and better then slipknot
something like hophip with time for a dropkick
i gonna kill you with my airplane i sit down in my cockpit
my airplane crashed and you was under it
but here comes the never saw me coming third round
with the gun in your mouth spin
it's more like chewing gum and it stocks on your head
but we'l wait and see wat this rymes bring
well your to late to safe your soul
i switched it for some alcohol
are you a rapper or a singer from popidol?
i can't see it in your look
bought the clothes on a turkey vacation from thomas cook?
or did you stole it from madonna or maradonna?
or do you listen to hardcore and live in big mamma's house
i do not wanna Know and certainly not take a look
well you live in tielt, i kill you in an open field with my ak-47
i'm in stealth and you don't go to heaven
in your life it's 20 for nine
just busted for a steal the candy from grandma crime
and it doesn't make sense but it's a ryme
i'm david rapperfield and i play with words and abracadabra
my stile is hiphop and better then slipknot
something like hophip with time for a dropkick
i gonna kill you with my airplane i sit down in my cockpit
my airplane crashed and you was under it
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Posted 04 August 2003 - 06:25 PM
what was you thinkin' to combin' a Mac with Hollywood-sugarfree
you ain't half the man you mom made you so stop buggin' me
and you mom made you a pussy so you must be runnin' low
gunnin' low, your pussy mind looks funny jow,
seven dawgs come to bust you i bet you'd be ghost
but you come front me, I make you look like toast
i roaster you up the grill, bake you like fried pork
nobody gon' miss you, even yow family eats you, DORK !
and they woulden't even taste the difference if I'd say I cooked swine,
got you grilled on the barbecue with my burning lines,
cuz you was frontin' me in a place on a bad time,
come back at mine, if you still ain't 'ffraid to get overshined
and overshadowed all at the same moment, fine
then you must get back, if you love to get smacked
I got you cummin' of as a drag, but it ain't hard cuz you're whack
lemme bust down yow bozack, so you can't bust no more nut
but you must not fuck with us, go lick your own cut (haha)
so you say you gotz to get rollin' with the fourty-seven
but your only digits are spittin' nine-eleven
they's the only number in your adressbook, bitch you got me laughin'
so back there in your cockpit I bet you tryna cock-spit
the co-pilot, like "here's my dick, franchise, commin starta rock it"
save your rhymes back in your closet, get a key and lock it !
or send it up the NASA to go to mars in a rocket !!!!!!!!
I TOOK THIS FROM THE START, SAVE UP AND STOCK IT ...
you ain't half the man you mom made you so stop buggin' me
and you mom made you a pussy so you must be runnin' low
gunnin' low, your pussy mind looks funny jow,
seven dawgs come to bust you i bet you'd be ghost
but you come front me, I make you look like toast
i roaster you up the grill, bake you like fried pork
nobody gon' miss you, even yow family eats you, DORK !
and they woulden't even taste the difference if I'd say I cooked swine,
got you grilled on the barbecue with my burning lines,
cuz you was frontin' me in a place on a bad time,
come back at mine, if you still ain't 'ffraid to get overshined
and overshadowed all at the same moment, fine
then you must get back, if you love to get smacked
I got you cummin' of as a drag, but it ain't hard cuz you're whack
lemme bust down yow bozack, so you can't bust no more nut
but you must not fuck with us, go lick your own cut (haha)
so you say you gotz to get rollin' with the fourty-seven
but your only digits are spittin' nine-eleven
they's the only number in your adressbook, bitch you got me laughin'
so back there in your cockpit I bet you tryna cock-spit
the co-pilot, like "here's my dick, franchise, commin starta rock it"
save your rhymes back in your closet, get a key and lock it !
or send it up the NASA to go to mars in a rocket !!!!!!!!
I TOOK THIS FROM THE START, SAVE UP AND STOCK IT ...
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Posted 04 August 2003 - 09:30 PM
DA GAUTIER said:
bake yourself a hot rhyme or bake some more bread
or else I'll club you and have your jaws spread
i put a bullet in yo head, when you f*ck with me you allready halfway dead
so, as I said, get out my way or get in yow bed
come to think about, just jump into casket
I'm a drive you to your funeral, buck fifty in the basket
got a question for the devil? today it's your time to ask it
so, nice try, but too bad you came short
with that rhymes of yours you only get me bored
watch out and run, i brought my four-four, blast through the door
my style is hardcore, you are old school your lines been here before
you cut lines from others and than push ctrl-plus-'v'
that is the proof that you wannabe, the mc that I got to be
in your eyes i can see, that you envy every single part of me
so pardon me, but you ain't got what is needed
f*ck up outta here, go cut and past, you belong to the past
by me you'll get blast, I'm both furious AND fast
and i don't even need a car to win the race on battle...knife
cuz you ain't shit big, no sword in your life
i stay on top of the rap-sea and I got you to take a dive
head down , toes up, i rock my hoes up
hit up my foes-up, then sip a beer in the Moe's club
I'm a real farao and i let your people get away,
finally i got rid of 'em cuz the bitches is all gay, gimme my AK
so i can at least shut down their leader and bust him a cap
who's name is moses ? I'm a shut down your trap
with my accapella, this vocabulary slap
spit words automatic, I'm a Kalashnikov-rap
and if you still breathin', I'm back you up with my back-stab
ok he's dead now, fellas, it's a wrap ...
or else I'll club you and have your jaws spread
i put a bullet in yo head, when you f*ck with me you allready halfway dead
so, as I said, get out my way or get in yow bed
come to think about, just jump into casket
I'm a drive you to your funeral, buck fifty in the basket
got a question for the devil? today it's your time to ask it
so, nice try, but too bad you came short
with that rhymes of yours you only get me bored
watch out and run, i brought my four-four, blast through the door
my style is hardcore, you are old school your lines been here before
you cut lines from others and than push ctrl-plus-'v'
that is the proof that you wannabe, the mc that I got to be
in your eyes i can see, that you envy every single part of me
so pardon me, but you ain't got what is needed
f*ck up outta here, go cut and past, you belong to the past
by me you'll get blast, I'm both furious AND fast
and i don't even need a car to win the race on battle...knife
cuz you ain't shit big, no sword in your life
i stay on top of the rap-sea and I got you to take a dive
head down , toes up, i rock my hoes up
hit up my foes-up, then sip a beer in the Moe's club
I'm a real farao and i let your people get away,
finally i got rid of 'em cuz the bitches is all gay, gimme my AK
so i can at least shut down their leader and bust him a cap
who's name is moses ? I'm a shut down your trap
with my accapella, this vocabulary slap
spit words automatic, I'm a Kalashnikov-rap
and if you still breathin', I'm back you up with my back-stab
ok he's dead now, fellas, it's a wrap ...
fuck you punk ass nigga. back to southafrica with you aids
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Posted 06 August 2003 - 08:37 PM
lets go two rounds...
u drop one first...
u drop one first...
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Posted 08 August 2003 - 06:14 PM
ok dawg, I'll drop two rounds, but don't hate too much or I'll pop two rounds, got you on the ground cuz I'm Gautier-da-newbound/
soon ya'll find out, what spits outta my mouth, to stop down your shout, and chop your shit all out/
like you was Chinees, I rap mountain-high and your rhymes is the tiniest I've ever seen, you know what I mean, ya'll is soft and me I'm just MEAN,
I'm tearin' you up like a Spielberg-movie-scene, "Hulking" you up bumpin' up with my surface all green, anger got me killin' this teen/
and I ain't even started yet, but I bet, when I do I'll send you to ur bed, make you have dreams that get your pants whet and it won't be nice, cuz you be swimmin' in your own sweat, I'll make you have nightmares you ain't ever gon' forget, so what the fuck is your broke-black-ass doin' frontin' me on dis thread???/
so what the fuck is that 606, is that the best nick you dum fool could come up with, i wonder how you gon' spit, if you ain't can't even find artist-name/
I'll make you be hit by the hardest shame, jam you up like a carter-game :wink:, 360 goin' insaine, my crossover shakes out your brain, you give me too much room so I got my trey to drain/
see bitch i beat you even on your homecourt, dribble back and forth, grabbin' board after board, in the kingdom of b-ball they call me the Lord/
and I'm wearin' the ring, I like the bling bling, when I penetrate my drive gonna sting right trough your weak D on no matter what wing, got you doin' shake-that-thing, break your ankles so MEDIC MEDIC, please come bring
this crybabie some energising drinks/
cuz he gon' need some real damn hard, if he wants to battle me he gotz to be badder than Evil Bart, why-you-little!! don't run from the start !!!!!!
you chokin' now, so the crowd goes WHAT WHAT WHAT :twisted: :evil:
soon ya'll find out, what spits outta my mouth, to stop down your shout, and chop your shit all out/
like you was Chinees, I rap mountain-high and your rhymes is the tiniest I've ever seen, you know what I mean, ya'll is soft and me I'm just MEAN,
I'm tearin' you up like a Spielberg-movie-scene, "Hulking" you up bumpin' up with my surface all green, anger got me killin' this teen/
and I ain't even started yet, but I bet, when I do I'll send you to ur bed, make you have dreams that get your pants whet and it won't be nice, cuz you be swimmin' in your own sweat, I'll make you have nightmares you ain't ever gon' forget, so what the fuck is your broke-black-ass doin' frontin' me on dis thread???/
so what the fuck is that 606, is that the best nick you dum fool could come up with, i wonder how you gon' spit, if you ain't can't even find artist-name/
I'll make you be hit by the hardest shame, jam you up like a carter-game :wink:, 360 goin' insaine, my crossover shakes out your brain, you give me too much room so I got my trey to drain/
see bitch i beat you even on your homecourt, dribble back and forth, grabbin' board after board, in the kingdom of b-ball they call me the Lord/
and I'm wearin' the ring, I like the bling bling, when I penetrate my drive gonna sting right trough your weak D on no matter what wing, got you doin' shake-that-thing, break your ankles so MEDIC MEDIC, please come bring
this crybabie some energising drinks/
cuz he gon' need some real damn hard, if he wants to battle me he gotz to be badder than Evil Bart, why-you-little!! don't run from the start !!!!!!
you chokin' now, so the crowd goes WHAT WHAT WHAT :twisted: :evil:
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Posted 10 August 2003 - 01:08 PM
daaaaaaaaaaawg , I guess this Guest606-bitch IS chokin' ain't he ....
HOLLA if you out there ...
HOLLA if you out there ...
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Posted 12 August 2003 - 03:10 AM
yaw....im out here......i aint chokin.....dont got time at all.....
imma hit you back soon.....real quick.....
imma hit you back soon.....real quick.....
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Posted 12 August 2003 - 03:33 AM
yep, 606 is ma nick...look at yours...you shouldnt be talking...
now what the f*ck is DE GAUTIER? so shut yo mouth,turn around n start walking...
dont show your face, go back to your trash can...
u aint no rapper,you're just another f*g from the klu klux klan...
complainin about my nick name...
i mean...who cares? you're so lame...
and then you wanna battle on this site...it's a shame...
you can't flow fo sh!t...you have no fame...
and there's no one to blame...
look at yo duplicated rhymes...they're always the same....
my lyrics burn you like a hot flame...
i'll be spittin' fire...
while your throat gets dryer...
my rhymes will echo though your ear phones...
they'll spreadout and crush your bones...
so before we go fo a second round make sure you're ready...
ill be flowin smooth n steady...
ill rip you to shreds, leave nothin for a post-mortem...
you'll be the one wettin' yo pants holdin on to your scrotum...
ma words are like bullets rippin through yo chest...
nothing can stop them...not even yo bullet-proof vest...
DE gautier thinks he raps mountain high...but there's no flow when he speaks.....
my talents start where his peaks!
now what the f*ck is DE GAUTIER? so shut yo mouth,turn around n start walking...
dont show your face, go back to your trash can...
u aint no rapper,you're just another f*g from the klu klux klan...
complainin about my nick name...
i mean...who cares? you're so lame...
and then you wanna battle on this site...it's a shame...
you can't flow fo sh!t...you have no fame...
and there's no one to blame...
look at yo duplicated rhymes...they're always the same....
my lyrics burn you like a hot flame...
i'll be spittin' fire...
while your throat gets dryer...
my rhymes will echo though your ear phones...
they'll spreadout and crush your bones...
so before we go fo a second round make sure you're ready...
ill be flowin smooth n steady...
ill rip you to shreds, leave nothin for a post-mortem...
you'll be the one wettin' yo pants holdin on to your scrotum...
ma words are like bullets rippin through yo chest...
nothing can stop them...not even yo bullet-proof vest...
DE gautier thinks he raps mountain high...but there's no flow when he speaks.....
my talents start where his peaks!
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Posted 12 August 2003 - 04:35 PM
DA GAUTIER said:
letz battle ... start it up i'll reply
Sasa muda ndo wangu msela nilio paroli,
Nimeamua kuingia battle na watoto
niwakojolee magoli,Maana mistari kama mashori.
makuma mnavina vya kutafuta,mkiniona mnavua bukta
sasa natoa nyege kama nukta,kUMA AJIBU ili nimtibu,
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Posted 13 August 2003 - 02:30 AM
tulia bwana....
de gautier and i already have a battle going on.....on more round...
de gautier and i already have a battle going on.....on more round...
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Posted 14 August 2003 - 07:58 PM
so this is round two where I get rid of you, the round where I flew right over your max/
tear you apart and devide the pieces in bags, send the bags to the relatives if there are still some left who didn't run from you, drag.../
cuz i know you're on your own, never get to bone, no girls in your zone, and nobody touchin' dome, you can have it, it's all yours single-handedly rule your throne, you don't have a guestbook so you don't need a phone/
nokia in your pocket is just for the style, you hang it up your ear for a while and talk with a smile but in fact the power still off, so walk the fuck off, you can have my numbers, i got enough/
after my fifth line i stop cuz i don't wanna hurt you too much ...
tear you apart and devide the pieces in bags, send the bags to the relatives if there are still some left who didn't run from you, drag.../
cuz i know you're on your own, never get to bone, no girls in your zone, and nobody touchin' dome, you can have it, it's all yours single-handedly rule your throne, you don't have a guestbook so you don't need a phone/
nokia in your pocket is just for the style, you hang it up your ear for a while and talk with a smile but in fact the power still off, so walk the fuck off, you can have my numbers, i got enough/
after my fifth line i stop cuz i don't wanna hurt you too much ...
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Posted 17 August 2003 - 09:23 PM
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Posted 17 August 2003 - 09:24 PM
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