Discussion in 'Cypher' started by R3DRUM, Jul 22, 2006.
Dont just diss the nigga, fuckin kill him...with wuteva you want.
start it redrum
shit catch ize just waitin on a reply here it go
Catch one, the number of the bullets im spittin your way-
Im snatch n grab killa, so skip the bullshit-forget tha foreplay-
And i put down ya average barrels, i hit ya gord wit a 4 guage-
Man if this was B.C., the Holy Bible would admit horror on your page...Dead
Man if this was B.C., the Holy Bible would admit horror on your page
catch-1 spittin battery acid till ya pores and cartilage decay
while this the price ya pay it aint over till ya stored in a cold place
im raps emphyzema catch phrase sovenir
thats strapped with 16's like israel troops is near
so what can you do to him, the boy is throwed
and will kill ya seed like birthcontrol
...and i will kill ya seed like birth control...
How this dude come back n kill me? he was tha first to Go!
Didnt hurt ya tho? well i need make ya twitch n shiver..
Like the prediction of my death, from my fucked up liver..
But i just gulp that liqour, and then i straight SHANK this niggaaaa...
Redrum read ya name startin laughin...
was astounded ya wordplay is bafflin
then i stumbled upon a distant memory...
of me and mommy watching TV
stephen king on NBC, Jack Sayin HONEY!!!...
I'm home don't be afraid of me..
he just wanted to bash a head in
let em in!. he'll just red ya chin..\
a little but RED, deal is jack a bitch..
cause red you ended in a ditch
with half you ending in an orange grove,
in florida, other half on my stove
serving you to homless folks to order
Its catchw0n, you might find this kid w/ ya daughter
All becuz I handle the rock like Shawn Carter
rap's published author, midnight maurader
sonning these bastards in the game cuz they need fathers
And i cant believe what this kid said
his name is read murder backwards after its read
so I aimed at the back of his shirt and hit his head
his brains came back towards me...he was dead
All because of the shit that he said
popping shit cuz I can, I'll pop the fifth put it to redrum's forehead
and if ya boys jump in they'll be more dead
whats it look like Yao Ming guarded by Earl Boykins
you choose to say my name 1st, well we all make bad choices
catchwon, your names unique, but cha betta watch ya tone
catchone, catchtwo, catch mah whole clip to ya dome
ahahahaha you think im playin, think im just spittin n rhymin
when i catch you all alone, just call it perfect tymin
Doctors call your mamma, on the phone she be cryin
"Mrs. Smith, sorry to call, but ya first son, he's dyin"
"Took 3 to the chest, 3 more to the dome"
"Life supports all thats left, till god calls him home"
Didnt have to be like this, you coulda still been breathin
But ya had to act hard, got ya whole family grievin
N I write what i live, and I spit what I see
Catchwon, heres you funeral, R.I.P
guess whose back on ya ass from the left of the map
crack nappyjim wit the slimjim had him flat on his back
can't grasp the fact that youre wack
You never know how close to you im at
no matter that, I got fam on every block
twistin signs like catcher to the mound
If you really do rap you should stop
it'll be a wrap, yeahhh....bloodhound sense smell a rat
u can tell nappyjim aint strapped w/ glocks
nappyjim ain't strapped with glocks son but i got one
an it's the reason ya changin ya name to cought one
you from cali but those rhymes isn't representin tha west
the only time u look hard is right b4 im dissconnectin ya neck
Temper come thru like a drive by, layin foes out flat
leave u to appreciate this guy(tha sky)-like ya mother on her back
smother this brutha wit techniques thats a blessin
makin urself look so bad- u gotta retake ur reflection
cacthwon, im done with you, aint worth my time or rhymin
but temper, in a second, on the floor you'll be lyin
claimin I aint got a glock, ya right, true fact
take off the safety lock, say hello to my mac
gonna aim for ya knees, leave u squeelin in pain
turn ya bones to swiss cheese, u gotta walk with a cane
I'll just leave ya there lyin, askin napp for forgivness
but ya plea'ins in vein, imma be the only eyewitness
Imma witness your last breath, last seconds on this earth
Hope ya made amends with god n had a spirtual rebirth
dispersin death as I rip ya heart out ya chest, feel me now
beat the shit out of you with letters like adam west, KAPOW/
while ya munchin on ya watermelon I'll remove ya nappy roots/
then proceed to feed you large chicken and grits till ur fat ass dude/
ya siggy sounds like a moral that we all should follow/
though your the one wastin somethin everytime you swallow/
Ill rip this guy, flip his lines n still be on some shit thats fly/
ill bash ya fuckin head so bad only eyewitness is your eye/
Patty cake, patty cake, guess whos back
ridin 64 impala, ak n a mack
Tempa see me comin, oh no, there he goes
bout to get an ass whoopin like pimps do hoes
I can spit multiple ways, freestyle nursery rhymes
pretty soon all you'll be is a sign of the times
another mc dead, similiar to big n pac
cept them 2 was hot, n you, well your not
where did ya get ya flow, rhymin for dummies?
call a taxi, go home, this battles wrapped like mummies
in this murda cyhpa sonny you really sound obsolete#
only thing your killin me wit is your voice on the beat#
astound the fag in him, finishin punches pound ya abdomen#
u sound so bad on the net makin spiders run out of asperin#
damagin' dramtically, visit ya set then mix a match wit gasoline#
burnin down your wack faculty, and yes that includes ya family#
as I measure drastically two seconds then continue to morph this#
motherfucker into a half mc cuz I just left him with his corpse slit#
my metaforce shit is like a carnivore#
devouring nappy while he still attached to the umbelical cord#
Mc Witha Temper, well bitch ya enterin hell son...
Only thing i give you, is what i send from the nailgun...
Now you grippin like CatchWon, cuz i did u like jesus...
Nails in every body part, so pray-cuz u fixin' to leave us...
And u gon' get it too for ne nigga between us, i mean this..
You havin Holy seizures, from loss of blood on ya one and only t-shirt..
I'll punch a hole in your skull big enuff to fit an umbrella in#
ya immune system is hesitant cuz I blackened ya melanin#
never heard of a prince uh da south, extractin ya thrachea#
only time u hot when I stuff yer ass in the oven n start bakin ya#
it's pathetic how you try to be personal, look at your name#
This cyhpa suppost to be made for u n u givin it a bad name#
shut the fuck up son, duct tapin ya mouth shut 4 sure#
cuttin off every one of fingers so u cant grab a mic no more#
Shit im just kickin back, ull kno when its personal..
And i still dont see temper, ill flush u like urinals..
No need for bustin a verse or two, just spit a couple bars..
Dont flex ya fuckin arm, i aint cop, but ull catch a double charge..
If u ever wana spar, ill be deep down in the south..
And ya get pounded about every sound, that comes outta ya mouth..
Son, get outtaya house..bein cooped up inside is why u angry..
Id feel guilty to kill ya, i just dont see why you even try to faze me..
See I've got some issues, but who doesn't?
I've got a Mac and clips... got a few dozen
For you who don't know me, Im that new cousin
And Im willing to kill a man for the right reasons
I've got this rush in me, plus the right pistol
All I've been waitin' for is the right victim
To appear so I could cut his lights out
Surgically open his back up and pull his spine out
Naw... I'll just be more patient this time
Feeling like I got a lookin' out satan behind
Tellin' me what to do.... hold up this verse is wack
I'll just pull out the ol' mac as Im urged to clap.
how many yall wan' ride tonight?
How many yall down to die tonight?
How many yall yall wana ride tonight....ride or die or ride or die nigga...
Fuck tha new kid, you must be stupid, peeps lovin my shit,
Im printin this message jest to show who tha fuck u tusslin wit..
Im troubled n shit, so me grabbin a mic for murder's no surprise..
My name is murder disguised, wit verses that verbally rise..
Sharp objects i insert in ya eyes..Ill fuckin explode Queens Bridge..
Arsonist who sets time bombs, so in 5 minutes its no secret..
The whole weekend-for you will be fulla pain and terror..
IF you wana respond ill let you know so its plain...i dare ya..
its time for me to spit fresh son/ im havin the best fun/ i dont mean to disrespect none/ but that was the worst lyrics i ever seen comin from R3DRUM/
cause he says his name is murder disguised/ spits verses that verbally rise?/ a word of advice?/ you aint talented your just a person who tried/ cause just reading your shit is fuckin hurtin my eyes/ you seem like the type to get nervous n hide/ i know that your hurtin inside/ spittin such soft shit it could appear that your flirtin at times/
Bitch nobodys even heard of you/ your just another worthless crew/
suicide ive given you a purpose to/ to be a dope emcee is somethin you'll never learn to do/
cause you know il easily murder you/ the shit is spit is perfect dude/ and im quick to be serving you/ so why dont you go ahead an just shut your lips like a virgin do!/
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