Originally posted by violator5spd JF
Limit needs to stop dreamin, he aint got skill
It’s like tryin to sled ride without a hill
It’s like tryin to stay safe without the pill
It’s like tryin to build a box without a drill
If you get my drift it just aint gonna happen
Limit may have skill but it sure aint rappin
The kid needs to stop before he gets hurt
Put the raps in the closet and iron that skirt...
yo pick it up joob...
and while you at it let him know i did flirt..
with his mom last night man as i lifted that skirt...
banged it from behind and threw her in the dirt haha you know it hurt ...
but enough of that your right he has no skill ...
now watch me take out the trash and make the kill
now limit when you ryme it brings a chill
to my spine since you lyin about anything you implyin straight climin up an endless wall and being bounced around like a basketball ...
bye me and anyone else that takes rise
limit straigten your eyes cus all you do is stare at this dick ..
cus you know my lyrics so sick .. .. btw my name is Nick
Ut oh, Nick stepped into the game,
Wost move he did was put out his name.
Yeah, violator, more like
The little boy invader-
The homosexual panty raider.
Yeah your rhymes are ok,
but you went about it the wrong way.
You stuck your hand in the cookie jar,
Now its time for daddy to show you who you are.
You's nothin but a 15 year old,
insecure heterophobe.
You and limit do have something alike,
the last girl you had turned to a dyke.
I don't give a shit if I dont make sense
But right now I'm throwin in my 2 cents.
Now before you go and criticize, and analyze,
Imma tell ya somethin wise,
Before you start to write,
Shut the **** up,
before I grab 10 pounds of dynamite
And blow you the **** up.
So grab the next flight
out of wherever the **** it is you reside.
cuz i know where you live,
ya house is gonna be raided,
First time I may be avaided,
But the next time you try to shine,
ya gonna be ripped line after line
rhyme after rhyme,
time after time.
Who'll remember Nick, who spit
that shitty *** jibborish
which made him wish
that he didnt see me walkin down his street
packin the heat
that put 2 through his face
blood squirtin all over the place,
**** makin ya crawl on ya feet,
you aint good enough for the concrete.