Enzo R.
12-09-2006, 07:11 PM
ai's verse:
Challenger don’t rap first , but ill spit for the fuk of it//
Flow so sick, you simply cannot stomach it//
And his bitch is lovin it, she say she wanna have my son//
But I Fuk wit em, then im done wit em, so tell her ta hop off my gun//
Got beef?..good my arsenal stretch long, instruments like the symphony//
Put in work then im eatin breakfast at tiffanys//
personnaly….money aint shit ta me//
Cops don’t even look at me//
They know Im gun happy, act up, now my gun happy//
Paper or plastic, Puff n pass it, semi spray him up up heavy, …closed casket//
Don’t got time for hollow im too busy//
Hustlin, busselin tryin ta get the coke fizzy//
stack swiftly, wake up and get my cake up//
Used ta blow money ta blaze up now I just flip bricks//
Fingas cheesy, harvest chedda like sun chips//:eek:
Just smoked a spliff so im hi as the canopy//
Rush in ya bak door, duktape ya family//
Line em up singlfile, knock em off randomly//
Homeless now, he cold outta luk//
catch me at the rong time, ima fuk him up//
my box game like seatbelts, buckle up//
heart cold, u might wanna bundle up//
snuggle up and listen my rap game is unmatchaple//
hollow over P.C. is an improper fraction….. its inrational//
ya rymes are outta style.......ure unfashionable//
lets be practicle….. nicknamed hollow cause his vocabulary is empty//
the joe ass boy shoulda never accepted the battle, he shoulda known he never stood a chance against me/////////////
hollow's verse:
Now you're in deep waters. Nobody'll stop it 'cause no one gives a dam/
After skimmin' his verse, no doubt~ this motherfuckers his biggest fan/
I never let me money go, but you oughtta know I'm known to leave G's in the dirt/
An' dawg, I'd expect less self-praise if I saw Jesus preachin' in church/
I give enough proof to make it for-everclear I'm lethal in verse/
So believe this ain't just a key-style, this is the key to ya hearse/
Battlin' me's your second biggest mistake; the first was the day you was born/
You're goin' against the number one~ those numbers in your name's how you rank on this board/
You obviously gotta be stupid, 'cause dawg, it ain't smart to git at me/
In one way my verse is like your intelligence~ we'll call it art, officially/
I'd knock his lights out, but he's already usin' the bulbs for puffin' dope/
So your chance for victory's like your money, it went up in smoke/
You shoulda came a little more loaded if you was comin' to shoot it out/
The only reason I don't stand a chance against you...chance leaves room for doubt/
I been eatin' M.C.'s practically since this bitch began to eat Gerber/
Call me Corey Miller, I'll kill you in public so everyone can C-Murder/
VOTE NOW...helped u guys out...:o...
Challenger don’t rap first , but ill spit for the fuk of it//
Flow so sick, you simply cannot stomach it//
And his bitch is lovin it, she say she wanna have my son//
But I Fuk wit em, then im done wit em, so tell her ta hop off my gun//
Got beef?..good my arsenal stretch long, instruments like the symphony//
Put in work then im eatin breakfast at tiffanys//
personnaly….money aint shit ta me//
Cops don’t even look at me//
They know Im gun happy, act up, now my gun happy//
Paper or plastic, Puff n pass it, semi spray him up up heavy, …closed casket//
Don’t got time for hollow im too busy//
Hustlin, busselin tryin ta get the coke fizzy//
stack swiftly, wake up and get my cake up//
Used ta blow money ta blaze up now I just flip bricks//
Fingas cheesy, harvest chedda like sun chips//:eek:
Just smoked a spliff so im hi as the canopy//
Rush in ya bak door, duktape ya family//
Line em up singlfile, knock em off randomly//
Homeless now, he cold outta luk//
catch me at the rong time, ima fuk him up//
my box game like seatbelts, buckle up//
heart cold, u might wanna bundle up//
snuggle up and listen my rap game is unmatchaple//
hollow over P.C. is an improper fraction….. its inrational//
ya rymes are outta style.......ure unfashionable//
lets be practicle….. nicknamed hollow cause his vocabulary is empty//
the joe ass boy shoulda never accepted the battle, he shoulda known he never stood a chance against me/////////////
hollow's verse:
Now you're in deep waters. Nobody'll stop it 'cause no one gives a dam/
After skimmin' his verse, no doubt~ this motherfuckers his biggest fan/
I never let me money go, but you oughtta know I'm known to leave G's in the dirt/
An' dawg, I'd expect less self-praise if I saw Jesus preachin' in church/
I give enough proof to make it for-everclear I'm lethal in verse/
So believe this ain't just a key-style, this is the key to ya hearse/
Battlin' me's your second biggest mistake; the first was the day you was born/
You're goin' against the number one~ those numbers in your name's how you rank on this board/
You obviously gotta be stupid, 'cause dawg, it ain't smart to git at me/
In one way my verse is like your intelligence~ we'll call it art, officially/
I'd knock his lights out, but he's already usin' the bulbs for puffin' dope/
So your chance for victory's like your money, it went up in smoke/
You shoulda came a little more loaded if you was comin' to shoot it out/
The only reason I don't stand a chance against you...chance leaves room for doubt/
I been eatin' M.C.'s practically since this bitch began to eat Gerber/
Call me Corey Miller, I'll kill you in public so everyone can C-Murder/
VOTE NOW...helped u guys out...:o...