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Zin:
the farwell ryhme ...so you know i had to shit on a cat ...i want to see ..FREE AMAZIN T~Shirts and shit ...Ric enjoy the kingship...if you make it pass this
Ric friction..still "son" of my diction..fiction..when he speaks
of a kingship..I shits..on him and that monkey of his..larry
lisp..lyrically lost..ya track record shows..you lack the
stamina in ya bicuspids..to fuck wit..anything 'Zin spits
...taste like shit..when roles off that fat ass tongue of his...I
am a pink panther damaja..to cartoon character rappers
...maybe bubbles will comfort you..or maybe Frak will help you
...co-write another verse for me too...it's hard to..be on ya tip
when you dickless..I started not to battle you...cause I was
amused...watching you and tek...fight for Frak's dick..like
bitches...i mean on the realness...I was beginning to think
ya'll was alias'...for 3rd and Winter...we gonna call this
beginners...luck..if you fuck up..and win this...cause this shit
was over before you even agreed and entered...ya kings crown
is made of tin..you sound like my son pissing...yousa
tinkling miracle...and I'm the center..of any evolution
you made as a writer period!!!...your acceptance speech
should always begin with. I like to thank God..moms..and
King 'Zin..for spear..heading every effort..and most of all
telling me my rhyme scheme was strait shit..Bait you with
...pink pussy footing blank disses and hard dick...where's the
homo joke? okay there it is..I disqualify and diss you spit
...with Frak's sig..about how close you and another man is
...You can't be serious?...Zin dealing this..barrage...black
balled facts all...I'll be surprised if you get a vote at all...it's a
miracle...scoliosis..flo this..chiropractic acid..will realign ya
spine Ric..close the caption..shouting ..he's not a dick rider
...from the saddle specially made for Frak's dick..Winter sent
me to smack him..and ask for her dick back..tell him
kitkat..you silly sloppy sic slurrer of words...snagulpuss
mixed with Sylvester..what you thought you saw a bird?...
yousa herb..low life crumb even..you lucky I skeeted...I'm ya
daddy..I should have wiped you in the sheets...and removed
ya embryonic essence in tide with bleach...and ya moms used
pads on trash day... but nothing could replace the pitter patter
of lil feet..and the l love you daddy's so sadly...we chose not
to abort..and have the family reunion netcased.. via the
boards..like an episode of Maury Polvich..Frakage...in the
case of lil ricky...you are ....NOT! the daddy...while 99.9%
of his rhymes sound like mine...
MircleRic:
zin wants lyrical fitness, but he's still jeHova's clone,
door to door MiracleWitness, ya ego's overgrown,
son never could scratch my name off his irritiable shit list,
talk about persistence, "chez chez le Ric, viva le resistance!!"
now’s ya chance…in the land of a thousand pants,
u’d still come up short(s),
how many times u escape me with no wins,
stop swimming with sharks with no fins…or ruffles,
in scuffles, blouses lose, I make spouses cruise,
like ya first wife, u seem like the ernie and bert type,
u can kiss the rings peace,
cause the true king requests a mean feast,
of the self proclaimed, leave foes knelt, or slain,
drink some alka selzter mang,
ya not that ill, u gets no sick leave, when rick squeeze,
i leave ya world cold enough to make ya pits freeze,
up ya ante-perspirant, sweat out ya bitch weave,
don’t care when ya verse was in, with ease,
I muscle it with BRUT force, catch a boot to ya poot source,
sidewalk chalk ya smile, caulk ya style,
fill its holes with white fluid, handy man, just might do it, the mic druid,
worship self as a lost God, i tossed odds, “hercules! hercules!”
u need to re-work ya steez, leave this perp with knees…bent,
I leave mint’s…conditioned, what kind of man would I be,
if I didn’t leave ya wench positioned, for prime pokes,
but enough of wife life of crime jokes, the gods spoke,
mad scrambler, not the type to show porn,
but the type the peeps ya shit and shows corn,
this king of the wedding ring, should have better things,
I shine brighter then the head of mister clean,
take some antihistamine, thinks talking about my lisp is mean,
please my speech is impeded by men bleeded til they physique is lean,
and I then eat it, my style is the lifestyle of the rich and famous,
robin hood or robin leach, I clown zins sound “timbs to anus”,
new sheriff in town, yea limbs is nameless, not Nottingham,
leave ya delusions of grandeur rotting man,
picture me, the truest King in History,
leavin zin like the punisher skull…jawless,
miracle wins… victory…flawless,
"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly
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