Smackin your ass
Like a Wudan blast
The master is here
Your eyes fill with fear

You might be a fox
But I put a lock on your box

I don't give a fuck about your style
Let's get into this dogpile

I'll turn your peeps into strangers
Scrape you out like I was a hanger
I met your mom and I banged her
Boy, you don't comprehend the danger

Of messin with a psycho like me
I got 3 or 4 or 5 degrees
I've got dead enemies
And I'll cap your ass for pennies

I'm a survived abortion
Out for my portion
Of everything that�s mine
So step up to the line

Get your ass blasted back
Cuz all your shit's wack

You think you a natural
I'll take you to back to school

(now I gotta go back to work, so that's it for now. I wanna see some stuff when I open the thread later )

props to the machine though

peace

Take another toke
I laugh while you choke
On a rhyme like mine
You�re a bird; I'm the sky

Call me a tool
Yeah, I guess that's cool
Cuz it's that same tool
That made your momma drool

See I don't give a fuck
About your weak ass attacks
Cuz your weak ass attacks
Are like your weak ass raps

Nah, I'm just playin
You got a little skill
Watch me go
Here's your chance to learn
You'll get better still

Don't take it personally
Some things aren't met to be
You're rap is a mixed-up Havoc
My flow is the machine

...but yall are all tired and straight played out, you little phoney freaks.

What we be needin is to bust some new flows up in this motha! On da rilla ma n*ggas, we need to flush some trash up into this beeyatch.

I'll have somethin for yo azz tomorrow bruthas n sistas. heheheh

MUCH LOVE !!! PEACE TO ALL !!!

...and may da Ganja Leaf be wit you brutha Havoc

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Originally posted by havoc:
You call those rhymes
I call em 3rd grade lines
Tried to seek and find
But your just left behind
Kid take a seat
Your in the minor leagues
Get down on your knees
Like your girl did with ease
Take this as a lesson
My shits an automatic weapon
My thoughts are universes
While you just keep on guessin
I gave you a chance
I bet your real name is Lance
In a rap relatonship
Guess who wears the pants
Havoc cant be denied
Why did you try
I hold the crown
Cant see eye to eye
Lets end this seen
As I puff on the green
I realize your a tool
Not a Machine......

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that WAS TIGHT.

not saying I'm the only game in town,
but bitch stop trying to clown... shit!
this havoc mofo straight laid... the smack down

From beginning to end
Light shines from within
Your only friends
Is probably Barbie and Ken

I'm taking the lead
Dont try to impede
Your puffing on dirt
I grow the hydro weed

Bitch go to your room
Dont ever assume
You live in a shack
I'm in the Temple of Doom

Now your laid on your back
From this verbal attack
Take your ass to rehab
And stop sniffing that crack

Cause when its all said and done
I'm Atilla the Hun
Leaving Rivers of blood
And making enemies run.....

Havoc, now you done insulted
Eyes big like a deer and you bolted

Talkin trash you can't back
You�re a little kitten and I'm the sack
Throw your ass into the pond
Bye, bye � see ya,
Yeah you're gone

Moderator I hear your trash
Why you go and gotta dash?
Oh let me guess --
You've got to write
Can't freestyle, your shit ain't tight?

Freestyling ain't all about the trash
Is you wiggaz only trick to bash?
Can't write something that doesn't attack?
You wanna go there � fine
What up black?

Buy my album when it comes out. It's fresh.

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Originally posted by havoc:
I have destroyed to many on here when it comes to this shit, Supersize is my main victim but you others are garbage as well. peace

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