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I'm lynx from True Hell's Creation, or THC. I'm a rap artist and we will run this rap game!
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,360
Peak in subgenre #820
Author
lynx
Uploaded
February 14, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
lynx spit it like an old man veggie, more touchdowns than reggie, aint nobody gonna catch me, fetch me like a lil doggy, i'm foggy with rhymes slappin ya upside tha head leavin you groggy, slap her ass like a jocky, theres no one but me, want me? you got me, anytime anywhere, how bout right over there? nice close spot for a quick beating that i'm a lay on you with this gray shoe, til you spray goo, leave you questionin religion like a stray jew, with more steez than Guru, ego's, few grew after lynx spit, if you got any good luck, you know i'ma jinx it, poke to the eye blinks it, you cant handle my hit, like a bad acid hit it'll mess you up, like if i was a pimp and you were my dirty lil slut not payin up, you gettin a beating bitch, then i'ma rip off your lips, unloading clips and clips of ammo, like davey crockett at the alamo, hell no i aint goin down like some lil ho, i'm more than the whole freakin show, i'm the writer, producer and the star all wrapped into one, im done three by the time your half-done one, son, walk away and leave you there like you was some bum, lynx chew em up and "out-spit" emcees like gum, i just do it all just for the fun, lite up a blunt and get phat whacked, then leave you more flap-jacked than a pancake, damn fake, with more ddt's than jake the snake, screw tony the frosted flake, for frig sake, i'ma tie you up take you down to the lake, throw you in do a big bake and watch you drown, now that's funny, ya freakin lil clown..//
This is my little song about WHAT NOT, so i play with a bitches HOT TWAT, but first i'm grabbin' the chick so she can be TAUGHT about SEX, after i hit people from behind like cross-CHECKS, WHO'S NEXT, hopefully Bill GOLDBERG, beat him worse than i would an OLD NERD, the freakin' TURD.. // I'm here to smoke HERB, kick chicks to the CURB and get on everyone's last NERVE like a fast SWURVE, i'm striking bastards out with my lyrical CURVE, POOPSTAINS dont bother me cause ya SEE, my rhymes rot your damn BRAINS, punchin' ya in the nose til my shirt is covered in STAINS, if ya dont got them then i'm beating you with CANES til your in a WHEELCHAIR, even THOUGH i KNOW that when it's me against you things arent REAL FAIR, your gonna have to do the best you CAN, even though you're not as good as i AM.. // I think i'm high AGAIN, but then AGAIN what else is NEW, the only thing i ever buy is a Half Q to smoke with the rest of the Chronic CREW, just as my rhymes BLEW past TWO LEVELS, i'm now meaner than the DEVIL, and i'm still trying to help SELL SNOW'S product, cause he deserves IT, you people dont know IT he's got more than one HIT, so go on out and GET IT, this is just a short SPIT, WITout Patrick PULLIT and JOSH, go to a MOSH PIT, where my raps got your tooth's wanting to FLOSS IT, with no more "oh my GOSH" HIT, got something for all ya'll to come GET, and thats this middle finger in all your FACES, after that i'll finish up my 12 CASES and smoke joints with LACES of CRACK IN IT, cops TRACKIN' THIS, you're LACKIN' IT, i'm LAPPIN' TITS and SLAPPIN' CHICKS, and right after i blowout Jack's CANDLE STICKS, i just might go MISHANDLE HICKS.. //
