My man Pitz left a tech and a nine at mah crib.

[Danimal]

Turned himself in, he had to do a bid,
One to three, he be home the end of '93,
I'm ready to get this paper, g, you wit me?

 

[Eejit]

No more rhyming now, I mean it!

 

[DEATHMASTER]

ya eejits!

 

[Danimal]

no more rhyming now, i mean it!

vvvvvv

i'm ready to get this paper, g, you wit me?

 

[Acepilotf14]

I don't understand.

 

[Danimal]

I don't understand.

No need for that,
Just grab the ****ing gat,
The first pocket that's fat,
The tech is to his back.

Imma' smoke 'em,
Yo don't fake no moves,
Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move!

 

[Jintor]

Danimal, Banimal, stalking Rome like Hannibal
Talking street and eating meat like he's a home-grown cannibal
Grigori says just wait a tick I'll hand you this here Annebelle
But what's this thread about man? It's looking mighty flamable.

 

[Acepilotf14]

What the hell is a tech?
Is he talking about the tec?
Or research?
Why doesn't he just go lurch?

 

[Danimal]

Danimal, Banimal, stalking Rome like Hannibal
Talking street and eating meat like he's a home-grown cannibal
Grigori says just wait a tick I'll hand you this here Annebelle
But what's this thread about man? It's looking mighty flamable.

The pain in my ass,
The spinter,
Jintor,
Or,
The maddest **** to creep the street,
Steal your sneakers and wallet right off your ****ing feet,
But it ain't going to no pawn shop,
Porn shop, or corrupt cop,
I'd tell you more, but you know the score,
If brothers think you're snitching they ain't tryin' to listen,
They be sitting in your kitchen,
Waiting to start hitting.

 

[Acepilotf14]

Buncha' poser ass ni--as,
don't know a pimp from a blizzad,
and when I roll up next to you,
in my pimped out porche nineteeneightytwo,
you be wishing you pulled out the extra cash,
for some of that bulletproof glass.

 

[Danimal]

I spat in your milkshake.

 

[bam23]

a man walked into a bar, you see.
word. and he screamed with painfully.
i be spitting so hot that pregnant chicks get aborted.
i roll in sexmobiles you wish you could afford it.

 

[Danimal]

a man walked into a bar, you see.
word. and he screamed with painfully.
i be spitting so hot that pregnant chicks get aborted.
i roll in sexmobiles you wish you could afford it.

When I swing the fist of fury,
Y'all can kiss the jury,
Samon, back the **** up, we missed the brewery,
Hurry, I'm trying to pick up L-King's mother early,

Ennui and me smoke weed and OD,
With no key, there's no need, to stop the nose bleed.
I need a casket,
I killed some conceieted bastard,
And beat his ass with a bat wrapped in a sheet of acid.

I'm pre-diasaster,
I **** shit up before it happens,
Like burning engines of airplanes, with snoring captains,
My metaphors are like a set of jaws,
I get applause,
because people would rather hear mine, instead of your's.

 

[Acepilotf14]

Are we drunk or something?

 

[bam23]

oh my god ace ruined the flow and danimal shot back.
now i aint no talker of smack
but thats just something you dont do
doctor appointment? postpone foo.
but you're gonna need one after i'm done with you
these rhymes aren't great but they're like the planets aligned
btw i missed the last one, so please remind.
time to fill you up like fast food
and with that, i conclude
that i would like to see teh hotness nude

 

[Danimal]

Aaaaa aaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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aaaaaaaa aaaa aaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaa

 

[Sulkdodds]

I'll drop you like you're hot.