Really? Chicks can't rap? Well then Garret it's time for you to hit the sack. Cute? Come a little closer, I'll show how cute I can be. I'm fresher than Fiji, But I can rap better than you. Poppin? Heh. What is this Gangster 101? Pack your bags, and do u a favor. Just go home. ~Ari
Jesus That 'but I can rap better' is supposed to be **and i can rap better than you' I fail ~Ari
Encore!!!! Yo When we all get up together to do these forums the more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it, it's no pretension it's renchen, my trollin assist is your nemesis, it's just with the shit it's no gimmicks' this is blood in and blood out, when you speakin you gotta know when to but in and but out, if there's a problem I solve it' I don't resolve it, these arguments just evolve in to one big brawl and we all get involved in it, and we should all get a Merritt, this must be creanharrit and were it like a badge of honor pass it around and share it, and let it go to whoever's holdin the most current peeps on there shoulder, we like soldiers that got are backs at the topa, but tonight we ain't commin here to bump heads with nobody' we came to party, banks cashis and mr.farrari, so it's shady after mizath back in that ass though his ass comizon what kind of suck up fwesision is that?
I can't understand a thing your saying... Try doing this: Blah blah blah Blah blah Blah blah blah blah Blah Blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah ~Ari
K ari don't take offence to what I'm about to say See girl you whore you might have herd of me before see whore, I might try to make your pussy whydah, fuck you with un umbrella and open it up while it's up inside ya, guess I'm just a sick sick basterd, who is one sandwich short of a picknick basket, and one accederent tablet short of a full medicine cabinet, I'm bored so I grab a hammer and nail my foot to the floorboard of my ford, push play rewind fast forward and record,
Man it feels like these walls are closing in, this roof is caving in, up its time to raise again' your days are numbered like pages in' my book of rhymes' gottem cookin boy this crooked mind of mine gottem all shook and scared to look in my eyes, I stole that frickin clock' god took the time and I, came up from behind and pretty much snuck up and butt fricked this game up, better be carefull when you bring my name up' frick this game that aint what, I came to claim but this game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it, but I swear one way or another ima make these haters believe it, I swear to god, won't spare the rod, I'm a man of my word do your fricken heads better nod, run the frick around in this game and roast everybody' sleep on me? That pillow is where your head will lye, permanently kids it's Beddie by, this game is my Easter egg ya prepare to die, my head is small my confidence is up this game is my pedestal, I'm unstoppable, incredible hulk, your trapped in my medicine ball, I can rhyme circles around you so fast your fricken head'll spin dawg!! I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives I'll frickin!!!