I never said I was gangsta and I definitely ain't a wanksta,
back up clown cuz H_A_N knows you just a pranksta,
you get owned on photo's all day long,
ppl talking how you love kirkles and deeks lil schlong,
It's on I'll own ur ass in ur own home,
you like my cell phone service, always on roam,
Don't try and get brolic w/ me boy or raise ya tone,
I'll put ya lights out w/ 1 spit off the dome,
it's the simple flowetry I emit, my spits is def poetry,
you can't hear what I say cuz you level's below knowin me,
doctors must've put ya asshole on ya face,
cuz you stay talking shit smellin like human waste,
what a disgrace, here's a dollar to make you holla,
keeps this on the low though I heard that you swalla

 

I'll spit ish on ya and get mad crazy
only make this two sentences cuz I'z lazy h:

 

I poke ya I(eye) IN now you just a dork,
My jeep 'll crush ya 530 w/ 4wheel and some torque,
I ain't talkin bout racing I'm talking bout crushin,
drivin up your hood and leavin ya windshield busted,
I love it when weak cats try to clown,
I bet you thought you were hot,
but I'm turnin that smile to a frown,
best be walkin from this thread w/ ya tail between ya legs,
and tell ya girl she give's some crazy head...



all in fun don't take it personal

 

Yeah I swallow, but shit from females
You just swallow shit from SHE-Males
Your shit ain't def poetry, it's poetry for the deaf
You think you got skill, man you rap worse than 'Clef
I'll keep rippin your shit until there ain't none left
Just close your mouth now son, don't even take a breath
My ass is something you wish you could own
Sorry ass had to Jelq just to get blown
Otherwise there would be no friction
I go to trial and get off without conviction
I'm a lyrical murderer, you just a phony
Think you can talk shit, boy you dont even know me
Your empty head can't compete with my dome
Streetlights are on kid, mom's callin you home...

 

what the hell was that crap you just wrote?
was that a pathetic attempt or a text choke?
freestyling is a skill and it really don't take much to beat ya
heard you battled a girl scout and it took her 3 lines to defeat ya
you's just an insecure little kid, cuz you's fake like linolium
gotta quit jelqing foo, cuz you'll develop a complex like Napolean

 

My names Kobe, I get girls comeing up to my room saying they want to get to know me, Now change the subject, Im feeling cold can someone hold me?







h: bored.

 

damn yo, been some time and tegger still ain't saying ish
guess he ran away with his tail between his legs like a bish
must have jelqed so much that he broke his little wrist
are those tears running down, no wait, it's just piss!
scared him off, now he won't come back with his mad beats
guess he's having himself a glass of milk and rice krispy retreats!


h:

 

ill join

man im not gonna sit here readin lines from dub
if he said that shit out loud, hed get thrown out the club
your whack ass rhymes are stupid and weak
while im blowin up bigger then the man boobs on deek
speakin of deek, what is he thinkin'
hes either retarded or has been drinkin
he musta been partying out with tegger
theyre drunk off their asses comin from a kegger
thats the only thing that can excuse their behavior
why must i be the HAN rap saviour?

 

You don't gotta read my shit
And you'll get thrown out the club
Cause when the bouncer touches you
You'll pop a mini chub
In a gay club you'd be like a fat kid in a candy store
Run around grabbin shit and beggin for more
But you can't get none, so you gotta buy a man whore
He'll have your gay ass down on all fours

 

h:

you guys got better, I got no chedder,
my style's straight whack,
so I'm gonna stop before you guys start whoopin my ass like def jam vendetta:fawk:


You bunch of robots, you know not,
who you ****in w/, he's soo hot,
watch the flow drop and rise past ya,
you lil bastards start rhymin faster,
my laughter fills the disaster area,
w/ a rumble that's soundin scarier,
then jet plane's bombin iraq's interior,
My climatic control keeps it hot like the devil's soul,
I got a complex, but it's gone when I flex,
don't let me test and leave you guys layin at rest,
at ya best you can't reach my chest,
it's no contest, I keep it simple stupid,
give you the K.I.S.S. of death,
I'm a lesson to learn you just a hair dresser givin perms,
while my rhyme's stay on a permanent burn,
I got brett sweatin me thinkin he debtin me,
he's just a net mcee w/ inferior weaponry,
talkin bout I jelq, wishing he was packin what come's above my belt:fawk:
that thing that make's the ladies melt,
you shouldn't write checks ya ass can't cash,
if we took it to freestyle everyone'd see the boy can't rap,
I'm nice w/ the mental you freestylin ****in up...like I meant to...
say this or say that, baby boy this ain't rap,
this is ama-chore's, go clean up ur act and come back at 4,
You talkin soo much bull I feel like a fvckin matador....