He 50 degrees n I g g a z see me they freeze I pull out that cobra they flee that's a regular when I hit the scene
Yo... I'm the best... So fuck the rest.... Join my club....UNDEAD.. Or else u will be deadddddd Yeah this as hard as it gets......
Joey you wanna rap me U only rap words of plainacy My name is spitta or a reason Were I live there's only one season Seasone of spitting And never quitting I'll destroy u like vanilla ice I slice u and maybe dice After that I'll sell u like meat, over price Like Jesus crist You think you'll be on the charts? I'll put u at the bottom Making u push shipping carts I'll carve u like a totem Totem pole Heart dark as Cole My rap is taking a toll I'm destroying u like a troll Rap
Roses are red, violets are blue, spitta's rhymes suck, boo fucking hoo Ha you think you're so swag, listen to your rhymes, your words make you look a fag Dope Quit smokin' that grass, and get a job, maybe a grammar class, idiotic snob. I'm a west coast king, got my Shelby lookin' polished black, you're just a teenage faggot looking gay in a SnapBack I'm mother fucking web-by, I'll run circles round your head and cut your rhymes like Swiss cheese I'm done :lol:
Ah hell no! Nobody disses my homie and lives! My turn to diss, get ready! FUCK U! FUCK u! Fuck!! FUCK!!!
Gohan, roses are red violets are blue is so old Dude I'll destroy you like a 50cal with a cold why u even trying to step up This is verbal abuse in a cup I'll destroy u like a steak at a dinner table My rhymes be forever like fable Something new every five mins I'll slaughter all ur fucking kids I'll run them over with stolen cars Kick em in the ass Send em to mars Teach em the taste of brass Btw I don't smoke grass I smoke YOUR home grown crap That shits wack, unlike ur rap This isn't even me dissing This is equivalent to me kissing
Spiita just kiss my ass, your rhymes sound like you just shit in class I hate this thing, with no voice or sound, if there was you know I'd be the one who's crowned Jesus, did you make this weird ass slim? If you have a plan for everyone, rapping's not for him Your rhymes make no sense, you're goin off what you think, I go by what you say so your obliteration is on the brink