My fault, fault. i fell asleep after I figured out how to record myself last night when I should've at least posted up my lyrics....anyway here we go.
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The Audio Version of the below verse. If you know how to use your internet "tabs" I suggest you open one to read and one to listen along at the same time. ________________
LinkinParkFreak,....and Parody,
fuck ya names cuz the fact is you scared of me-
Hacksaw Jack is back in effect,
Guns is a given, besides if I cut ya I get more respect.
I'm finna change my name "Oh Shit!",
cuz when I come around they say that loud before they split-
You probably think I'm frontin' uh? Until you realize,
that I actually carried a Saw, back pocket baggy Levi's.
SomeOne you don't know got-a-scar,
He was Hard-head and refused to get out-the-car-
So I put the metal on 'em like a conductor,
And shocked the shit out 'em cuz he couldn't have imaged I would cut 'em-
That night I had I had to throw away my jeans and my jacket,
I cut 'em inside the car, so he was bleedin where I sat at-
His homie belled on 'em, I'ma git him in a minute,
he gon think he's boy got away but now I'm the one on the spinnaz..
Number 1: He should die anyway for bitchin out,
Number 2: I gotta heem cuz he proly gon snitch-me-out-
Right to da front desk wit it,
And tell the whole squad-ren, how many times a day I done shitt-ed.
I don't play dat,
so guess what? I know where he lay at-
Jahovahs witness early mornin', Gods' work on the pay-back
Two-Bus-tas-Lay-Back! Now except for the bro-chure, the only crime scene is a "scratch".
Hold up....
I gotta git 'em specificlly,
cuz this ain't boss battle until hit 'em mentally,
Look I will damage you physically,
What ya left to interpret, is murder in the first degree litterally.
Linkin ya dead, ya listenin' from the grave,
keep it real, only reason you here is you said my name-
And how the fuck am I supposed to kill something that's slain?
Introduce 'em to purgatory, the ern - from the flame.
Your rymes is kitty paw, the choke-do-that
I ain't even gotta see ya latest to know-you-wakk,
You got beat by a n00b and don't take this outta con-text-
But you ain't neva spit a line that was com-plex,
Listen Linkin stop foolin' yaself,
Even if you had balls and a backbone it would not matter cuz I* would still melt ya.
Now I'm ya stop short like arm ova breast,
I'm puttin a stop to dat sorry excuse for a heart in ya chest.
The little engine that couldn't look, his name is Parody-
whatever you wrote in life was all written terribly-
How you got here is a blessing from Athena,
You hustle votes? I'll rock ya like Stryker did Mileena.
I'll make sure, that if you even get a vote then yaw freinds,
You're the wrinkle on the body of rap, I'm the botox serenge shit I'll iron you out,
After tunin' in to this shit go lie on the couch.
I'm a menace from the middle states My rymes? the fire from the mouth of the Devil
Authority Michael the pressure's from Heaven*.
Life-lines get ended when I spit in da booth,
And if you eva try to question my truth? Guess who gon shoot you? ThePredator no spaces no dash 151..........muthafucka
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The audio's good enough for it being a "freestyled written" (write it, spit it, forget it)
Good luck fellas...heheheh..
