mani
08-01-2005, 03:06 PM
Oh shit gotta again take on that name as a newbie/ But really that's not even close to being true see/ I been doing this shit before it battlin was in movies/ Got heads on my dick like backstage groupies/ I never know which to pick/ So it's mostly all of them usually/ Hopefully it's also tricks on this site/ With some rah digga coochie/ That's cool if ya hang to bust a rhyme/ But I'll help ya cumm multiple times/ And no I ain't taking no multi's in a some of ya lines/ Anyway see I came from the hound house site/ I was getting my little shine under the light/ Had the titles for heavy and middle/ Then someone hacked us for the second time/Go ahead take ya giggles/ I bet some kid from there going off saying Hey where they go with my riddles/ But fuck that I only stay pissed for a little/ Stayed hungrier than them 80's toy hippos/ Keep my shit hard and on point like a bitch in the cold standing out her nipples/ And I see threw a fake clearer than crystal/ I had some issues to finish off before that hackin dismissal/ Nigga name 2gunzup had a problem with me on that ship as the captain/ It was bout to turn into mo than just some rappin/ Was gone have his feet movin with urge like gregory hines toe tappin/ Nigga thought I was jokin, smirkin, and laffin/ But I'm mo than a word assasain/ And a yellow smiley from me won't post no grin/ It'll just be a personal visit then havin his fam and friends pourin out henn/ That's what happens if niggas shit don't stay smooth as a 5th of yak/ They gone have to a mirror at all times tilted to keep a eye on they back/ Even though I'm the type that'll face up front/ I'll fuck up a nigga head like a ounce of laced up blunts/ Niggas candy so if these stars wanna burst/ These bars will chew these runts/ And leave the box in a hurst/ I shine like a southern nigga grill showin off his fronts/ I got a little white gold/ and diamonds in the the lobs and nose/ But I ain't trying to say I stunt/ Still the 101 class I skipped past that grade/ Long as I gets some ass to laid/ And the account shows I got enough to splurge and still have bills paid/ I don't have to drive mainly cuz I'm hardly eva soba/ So I get broads to play everyday as my chauffeur/ I ride the shotgun and put my arm around 'em/ Say some ol' good spit to'em and arouse'm/ It normally stop all the complaints even on that time of the month/ Except when it comes down to telling me which one of my flows is the rhyme of the month