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![]() Read the Tag Team Tournament Thread First.... Member from the team on the left spits first...Let's Go!!!!
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RGF's Phantom...
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Get a grip, it's the extreme team with the scheme to gleam
it's seems you 2 fiends got dreams to win, a prize with no cream Ghost came to the stage, with a private eye in him is fire , desire to waste lives ( fire in his eyes ) lyrical pistols whistle, that's the sound of a missle I bring lyrical jaw~taps, with my raw~raps tall tale of two legends, comin up in the cage you just 2 peasants, tryna pay ya rent on stage stoney fuckin shook, like after smashin a hooka(whore) is you infected? everybody takin turns wit liyah like she a hooka ( peace pipe ) either way this homicide, solved by the detective 1 suspect, with 1 objective...you a "dead president" in this elective done by the phantom menace, I wanna see gore puns leave ya seein stars, alls fair in hip hop and war so getcha jaw of the floor treat you cats like a philly fa talkin silly split ya take out ya guts with the 9 milly candy bar raps, ya shits only good for snacks I got main course tracks, like raekwon he a chef yall can feed off my shit till theres nuttin left but it'll hit my chest, unable to penetrate,you'll take my shit to the heart cause I take this rap game as an art call me picasso, im writin this moan a liyah the pain is insane, liyah screamin like our raps runnin a train we wont bust, cause she got no brains to give it's set in stone(y), so he aint gona live spoken word, all truth...this kid live in the burbs burn this nigga fasta then a sack of herbs you aint Jesus, but ima stick this kid in the rib a lyrical crucifiction, best I can say about his team is "gender mixin" and I can safely say you aint no crook like nixon Mobb deep was speakin to you, cause you aint even halfway step out the cage, sorry I had to make this ya last day.....
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Don
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ey yo my raps glow like the holy grail
fo sho your shit slow like a lonely snail god damn i cant even read your raps no more either bout some gun talk or u lonely lookin 4 a whore ghost-ex, you dead or alive? lookin at ya picture i see the freak inside (hah) bahahah, do i even need to finish rappin' laughin at your ass, u talkin bout gun clappin' (lol) you may be a crazy whiteboy but dont front kid yous a female in ya youth, so heres a lil cunt bib yous a lil Andy Milonakis wannabe my apologies, youll never hit puberty in his sig got a damn grim reaper wit wings you? death-bring? hah, u bout as white as yao ming and its a proven fact, you wack, aint the next eminem if 'sureloc' had a 'clue', he woulda realized that you feminine you shoulda called on stoney as ya patna mayne couldnt you 'see' all my raps is 'rock' solid, daymn annihilated both of you in competitions before do i really need to remind yall both what yall in for? call me sure shot, sureloc... my shits on point you say im not hot, then why DJ 'Clue' play my joint? we both str8 up like 'Alicia Silverstone'.... u str8 up 'clueless', rockin an old trend wearin gold? hah, only see me wit da ice n da 'Silver Stones' waaaaaaaaaaaat kid early in the mornin, i kno i could do betta but whateva GET EEEEEEEEM LIYAHHHHHH |
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Don
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GHOST Ex's PIC
![]() Yall Need To See This Kids Pic To Understand My Verse, Let Me Find It edit: here it is ![]() Last edited by stoneyq2; 07-14-2006 at 01:57 PM.. |
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Stoney a bitch, sound like he was created from 5 Rain Coats
Man, you could build a novel with Sureloc and Ghosts Insane Quotes Liyah an off-beat hoe, with an even off-beater flow She gets more immigrants in her ass than Puerto Rico Inside the port of a freak show, starring Liyah and Stoney Soundin real moaney, rippin of his head and stickin in a poney Why try to battle Ghost and Holmes, we like Geedorah and Godzilla Strip Liyah, take their belonging and Rob 'Till A Shining light comes and meets both their eyes Oh, great, another fake Bonnie and Clyde... Ride off into the sun, but just remember my friend That Bonnie and Clyde got shot the fuck up in the end Go ahead and pretend, Stoney startin drama in his own tourney Even if your mic was flaming, bitches still couldnt burn me Vile till the end, rhymin while high on crack and then some Evaporate into Ghost, so we both become one Transfromers, together, we form Ghost-Loc Used to call Stoney Pebbles, but his new name is Post-Roc Liyah, a great rhymer was what I heard, a big great Hoax Fuck her in the ass, now Liyah is the BUTT of my Jokes Good Luck To All, And To All A Good Night
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