Folks, forgive my juvenile tactics, I wrote this when I was 22.
Found this while surfing for the name Ribelatti.
Let plaigarists review this:
Found this while surfing for the name Ribelatti.
Let plaigarists review this:
my thoughts are ragin´ gods demandin´ a livin´ sacrifice
this shit patrifies, caffres & cuts em to size
"where tha fuck is our sacrifice?"
let me be real spare y´all fake asses some lies
my thoughts wanna devour a dirty name (nem)
I think I´ll bring them Eminem
fuck startin´ a mayhem, I grease em wit anyhem
fuck Ja Rule & 50 cent
mathafuckers seekin´ beef i´m grief hundred percent
I rebel, they grin on my heavenly descent
I atone wit coke & crack-in´ stones despite a son from heaven sent
y´all sinned against tha rebel muthafuckas repent
y´all wanna be this, that, dissed, dead
I cripple groins & sent rebellion from my loins unprepared
careless, sorry son I juiced on yo mama´s cervix undettered
I´m different from y´all Ribelatti morally rotten but y´all minds decayed
fuck you 50, won´t mention tha nitty-gritties
fuck P-I-M-P y´all belong in tha sixties
Ja is ta, you can srug, grin or smile this down
but since y´all been in my hood, y´all disbarred from this town
Bushbuckridge, put tha whole planet under siege
heat you more than tha sun defrost ya beyond tha fridge
but tha end of this rhyme, Eminem was found under tha bridge
understand this gringo boy and y´all *****s
if you truly devoted to real war, meet my ass in tha jungles of Afrika
while y´all wanna pop liqour, I "rap" a roll burn y´all weeders
this shit patrifies, caffres & cuts em to size
"where tha fuck is our sacrifice?"
let me be real spare y´all fake asses some lies
my thoughts wanna devour a dirty name (nem)
I think I´ll bring them Eminem
fuck startin´ a mayhem, I grease em wit anyhem
fuck Ja Rule & 50 cent
mathafuckers seekin´ beef i´m grief hundred percent
I rebel, they grin on my heavenly descent
I atone wit coke & crack-in´ stones despite a son from heaven sent
y´all sinned against tha rebel muthafuckas repent
y´all wanna be this, that, dissed, dead
I cripple groins & sent rebellion from my loins unprepared
careless, sorry son I juiced on yo mama´s cervix undettered
I´m different from y´all Ribelatti morally rotten but y´all minds decayed
fuck you 50, won´t mention tha nitty-gritties
fuck P-I-M-P y´all belong in tha sixties
Ja is ta, you can srug, grin or smile this down
but since y´all been in my hood, y´all disbarred from this town
Bushbuckridge, put tha whole planet under siege
heat you more than tha sun defrost ya beyond tha fridge
but tha end of this rhyme, Eminem was found under tha bridge
understand this gringo boy and y´all *****s
if you truly devoted to real war, meet my ass in tha jungles of Afrika
while y´all wanna pop liqour, I "rap" a roll burn y´all weeders
1 comment:
With so much beef then I guess no one would have managed to convert you into a Rastafarian or a Vegetarian. Who are you playerhating now since you don't do rich people anymore?
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