Heres lookin at you BITCH!
THE ROUND 2 MURDER OF SKRIPTURE
HE JUST KEEPS COMIN BACK FOR MORE LIKE FIENDS ON THE BLOCK
Yo This Suff'Rin Bastard
Holla at me
Lyrics
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Skrip your a whiner i'll give you a shiner/
you couldn't bring beef to my table if you worked ata diner/
betta change ya bed liner ya sheets is soiled/
i'm rock solid your bout as hard as an egg thats boiled/
i've foiled ya plans to win and now ANGI IS MY BITCH/
i've got pills to turn her to a NYMPHO from a SHY BITCH/
Why bitch? would you step knowin you'd DIE BITCH/
its funny how u get merked and i ain't even try bitch/
its round 2 you had to know that i'm a clown you/
like given daps when it claps my gun'll pound you/
sorround you... and you gotta from too; i'll win again its DEJA VU like them cats from SOUNDVIEW/(uptown baby)
now you; need to tell thre truth if your white/
don't lie we know you never been shot in ya life/
and we know that this battle is just an adventure/
cuz ya rhymes be fallen apart like bad dentures/
you softer than lenders and chose to be know as skripture/
we can tell ya not the brightest bulb in the fixture/
i'ma 10 on the richter; dudes like you can call me mister/
cuz i spit so hot my lips blister/
its the world famous; known to leave you brainless/
duckin cops pitchin rocks wipin blood up off my stainless/
the most haneous puttin clorox in ya intravenous/
retire from the game wit a name like joe nameth/
i cameth into the gamewith/
no record of fame bitch wit scopes that aim qwik/
the same prick leavin ya dame dicked/
shippin the Kane bricks; and leavin ya frame stitched/
i'm shameless pitchin rocks to leave you stoned like i was david/
i'm hated; gun butt you and leave ya head platted/
i've stated my skills will forever be debated/
not by a punk like you whose still in his potty trainin/
havin ya body stainin while lyrics is unscathing/
complete confidence in my style i am maintaing
