ARTIST | Lil Frenchy
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ICY! |
| Posted: 08/15/10 02:12:31 | Tag: default |
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D@mn I'm so cold, like your body ina mourge/ to tha ring I am lord, u are just a fu**in org/ Lil Fr3nchy in this ****, flyer than an orb/ if I told you I was a king, that'd b too much to absorb/ so I kill you on this sh!t, like a ninja i'm tha master of the sword/ I could get on a beat, murder it, n strangle you with tha microphone cord/ uh! Swagga so viscious, like a prihanna on tha hunt/ I knocked u out tha park, u juss hit me wid a bunt/ I stole first n second base wid ya girl, n took it all the way home/ cuz I said when in rome, ima f*ck everygirl possible, possibly get some dome/ I'm high off that sweet Kush, zonin in my spaceship/ shotgun to the jaw, give u a facelift/ |
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Some Goon Sh^T |
| Posted: 05/02/10 02:26:52 | Tag: default |
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insomnia type of flow, u can try to go to sleep/ but my rhymes hold back ya eyelids, u could count a million sheep/ my words like a bullets, and i shoot em till I'm empty/ i could hit up ur escalade, your beamer benz or bentley/ its that dova boi magic, and im quick to pull out tha wand/ im higher than tha milky way, f*ck it dawg, im beyond/ ima giant in this game, when i step tha earth quake/ i rock yo girls world, i shift her tectonic plate/ you see me in tha dova, and my swag straight stuns ya/ ima lion on tha beat, u my prey n ima hunt ya/ you pop like a rice krispie, and im juss gonna crunch ya/ ima 90's baby muthaf**ka, i raised to punk ya/ yeah i was birthed ryland, but f^ck that call me Fr3nchy/ because i grew up on my own, and oh yeah a f&ckin latch key/ so this is to my hatas, if u wanna f@ck round n attack me/ i hope you aint afraid g, to get yo f**kin a$$ beat/ |
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Flow So Cr4zY |
| Posted: 12/14/09 18:29:35 | Tag: default |
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i gotta swag like that of midget/ small in this world, but talk big sh*t/ but i back my words up with accurate action/ put tha pump to ya heart, n turn u into an abtraction/ organs outta ya body, call it a subtraction/ then i set fire to the rest of tha fraction/ pull tha bullet out ya chest, like an extraction/ ill be rollin stones, cuz i cant get no satisfaction/ haha! mah flow go so crazy, like an insane asylum/ i let my inner animal out, im a f*ckin phylum/ makin no sense, like a fat b*tch jumpin a fence/ lyrics make ya feel tense, drop tha mic n leave u in tha suspense/ i smoke w33d thats immense, Lil Frenchy muthafucka like a pretense/ |
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S!ck Sh!T |
| Posted: 12/10/09 18:05:45 | Tag: default |
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i gotta flow like a machete, cuttin' u up to spaghetti/ kill u in yo dreams, muthaf*ckas call me Freddy/ ha! mah rhymes deadly, like a midevil gillotine/ disconnectin' yo head, from ur f*ckin spleen/ spittin sick sh*t, rippin tha beat to shreds/ people be turnin they heads, like i was pullin Wayne by his dreads/ metaphors out tha a$$, i dont f^ck wid similies/ look around Dova, you will see a bunch of mini me's/ Fr3nchy deep up in this sh*t, like a tip overed portal potty/ pissin' on my audience like that muthaf*cka ozzy/ smokin that fire n!gga, got my mouth flamin'/ loadin n glock and **** it, and then b*tch im aimin'/ sick flow |
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Short Freestyle. (in school) |
| Posted: 12/07/09 18:45:13 | Tag: default |
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my flow is rediculous/ my slang game is meticulous/ rocks packaged tight, like a muthaf*ckin filter fish/ Frenchy in this game, **** im tha shot caller/ f^ck that small change, I'm after tha mighty dollar/ tha more you say my name, the more i get famous/ and i always stay high, laughin at Uranus/ eyes blood red, blazed like a muthaf*cker/ high on weed, not meth like a transfer trucker/ i got heavy hands, im ready for that K.O. hit/ like G-Unit in this ****, but without that Yayo kid/ short freestyle |
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eXtrA-teRResTriaL FloW |
| Posted: 11/25/09 01:34:00 | Tag: default |
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haha! I'm zoned tha f^ck out, you could call me tha zanest/ I'm sitting on Pluto, and im laughin at Uranus/ smokin blunt after blunt, then swallowin' some bars/ a martian, i was born on tha face of mars/ tha w33d is white widow, Dova Boyz dont neva play/ put my head on a pillow, n lean back on tha milky way/(tha galaxy) starin into tha stars, let my mind drift away/ then sink back into my past, so i wont have h3ll to pay/ (short, but hey, im high) |
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random freestyle in school |
| Posted: 11/17/09 18:44:55 | Tag: default |
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I'm tha lyrical deliverer, tha rythemical superior/ always misunderstood, but im never inferior/ put tha glock between ya lips, blow out ya anterior/ lyrical statements, this discussion is ulterior/ catch me on tha block, n im similiar to Darth Vader/ slicin' n dicin' you, wid a lyrical light saber/ beat ya head in like its a muthaf*ckin tabor/ diss me muthaf*ckers, I'll come back with belabor/ like tha loch ness, ima legendary monster/ gotcha twisted up like tha hair on ya boxer/ chea! im killin these rhymes one bar at a time/ ill kill you, then ill bury you wid my nine/ to leave evidence i left ya brain without ya mind/ f*ckin ya b*tch so good, her vocals begin to climb/ |
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Kickin a Rhyme(sick) |
| Posted: 11/09/09 22:50:58 | Tag: default |
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im like a tapeworm, feastin on mah haters for personal growth/ got you n*ggas scared like you juss lied under oath/ make you wanna quit rappin, call it a self loath/ your raps suck, mines poetic like Johann wolfgang von goethe/ yeah, im unbeatable when it comes to kickin a rhyme/ make ya have a physical formation, call it geological time/ my rhymes vaporizes yours, call it a lyrical sublime/ lyrics dancin' around in ya head like a f*ckin chime/ chea! im pretty sure by now you muthaf*ckers know who i am/ Lil Frenchy, mah pockets real fat, you could call it spam/ im your Chancellor, ima make ya take a preliminary exam/ and i got that white widow, its 20 dollars a gram/ d*mn, im killin' these rhymes one bar at a time/ a word as my victim, and I juss commit tha crime/ bang, mic flashes before ur eyes, now ya blind/ anyone wanna battle? your a$$ is mine/ |
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High Freestyle |
| Posted: 11/08/09 06:08:18 | Tag: default |
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bumpin tha new Weezy, with no cielings in this b*tch/ blowin tha top off, let it land on a snitch/ gotcha dumb-founded, scratchin ya head like an itch/ cuttin' ya brain off as if it had a toggle switch/ puffin' on white widow untill my f*ckin lungs collapse/ in fact i smoke so much, it feels like 10 years elapsed/ n im gonna keep smoking untill i f*ckin relapse/ cuz im juss gonna drop some acid and sip on Apple Schnapps/ I rep that Dova untill tha day i d.i.e./ all the kids in this h*llhole, they all look up to me/ cuz they know i got tha dro, and that purple x-t-c/ n plus i got those rounds of lead like a g.a.t.t./ tell me if you like? tell me if you dislike? |
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Bussin' A Rhyme AT Skool. |
| Posted: 11/06/09 14:24:23 | Tag: default |
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wost wanted in this game, say its a need for speed/ got helicoptas on me, tryna bust me for w**d/ ive spent 6 yrs. in dis game, n im on o.g. status/ neva givin' a ****, so theres no question of whos tha badest/ verbal stinck bait, mah rhmyes are off tha hook/ sh*t ends dramatically like revelations of tha holy book/ mah rap game is stoopid, my lyrics off tha chain/ you'd have to hold onto ur sanity, to keep from goin insane/ cuz my lyrics murder, infact they kill the witness/ i aint disturbed, but i do get down with tha sickness/ im back wid tha quickness, deranged, im viscious/ and all these haters hatin' is juss a bunch a b*tches/ so i gotta look beyond ya, n work my way to tha top/ n bust off shots to those who b perpatratin' on mah block/ my style is brand new, like dat windows seven/ wid tha m-11, a 187 sendin' these punk muthaf*ckers to heaven/ any son of a biscuit eater wanna battle? brint it/ your in my rhythimical arena, Yo Davis theres tha bell, ring it/ |
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demz26 diss |
| Posted: 10/31/09 22:18:09 | Tag: default |
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haha. best rapper in tha world? muthaf*ckin you is lyin'/ i can make ya wanna listen to "i feel like dyin"/ i cant believe you actually think your rhymes is good/ i spit this fire, n muthaf*cker ur tha wood/ yeah, to be the best, you gotta beat tha best/ so challenge me b*tch, but you betta wear a vest/ cuz i got tha glock loaded, n im bout to explode it/ listen to mah lyrics, yo brain they corrode it/ my rhymes are so infamous/ F stands for Frenchy like a muthaf*ckin filter fish/ my lyrics is retarted, ima sandwhich short of a picnic basket/ i rep Cordova, untill the sermons drop mah f*ckin casket/ hail mary, this is a fairy tale thats very scary/ im back in tha days, like little house on the prairie/ on the contrary, this is like tha solemnity of mary/ ima real rapper, you is juss a f*ckin canary/ |
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Lets GO! |
| Posted: 10/30/09 17:23:24 | Tag: default |
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yeah me n Davis D here to demolish you/ **** dat kidd exculsive, i know kidd like to polish you/ my rhymes like a nude pornstar, likes to astonish you/ head spinnin so fast, i juss have to admonish you/ i use big words, cuz i got a big volcabulary/ mah rhymes knockin ya down, like a f*ckin constabulary/ yeah, i know you two b*tches feelin dis hate/ and if you hatin on me or D, then we'll meet ya at tha Pearly gates/ chea! you done started some sh*t you shouldnt have/ disses goin back n forth, you b*tches make me f*ckin laugh/ ya'll sound like some wannabe gangstas/ ya'll prankstas, ya'll are some f*ckin wankstas/ hahaha. see i can say that ima thug/ cuz i smoke weed daily, n i never hesitate to pump a slug/ im done, ima let Davis D finish this diss/ go get em my n*gga, make em wish you were to slit their wrist/ |
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Kidd Exclusive & Kidd freestyle |
| Posted: 10/30/09 03:59:26 | Tag: default |
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haha. chea, my rhymes hotter than a cajun spice/ a barlow flow, it f*ckin cuts n slice/ slits ya throat, dices ur adams apple/ open your mouth, and make you swallow this sperm capsule/ ejaculation, all in your mouth b*tch/ up tha butt, take it like a ****, or down south kidd/ exclusive, **** you aint exlusive, your repulsive/ a f*ckin ugly ****, quit rappin, im bein compulsive/ b*tch slap ya in tha mouth, make ya convulsive/ lyrically kill you two b*tches, with out bein impulsive/ both ya rhymes weak, do you need a rhyme lesson?/ i can teach ya this flow dat cuts like a smith-n-wesson/ kidd exclusive,ya fat b*tch, you like delicatesson?/ shut your yappin mouth, before i slap you to Essen/ and Kidd, you need to quit rappin ya d*mn self/ your **** sounds like a deer head fallin off of a d*mn shelf/ man, you cant never touch my d*mn wealth/ id come at ya like Splinter Cell, usin' full stealth/ get at me muthf*ckers, i'm callin everybody out/ everybody on this f*ckin site, lemme know wat ya'll about/ |
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F*ck Davis D |
| Posted: 10/29/09 00:50:48 | Tag: default |
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im fresh to death, b*tch call me a ghost/ ima muthaf*ckin parasite, n your now mah host/ lyrically absorbin this b*tch, like Samus on Metroid/ but a bullet in ya stomach, painful like a hemroid/ its about to b catastrophic like a F8ckin asteroid/ steadily blunt krui$in like dat f*ckin Asher boy/ yo mah flow sick, mah dro sick, ring around tha rosey/ stacks on deck, wid pockets full of posey/ Frenchy castin' spells, mic's tha wand like Harry Potter/ put miracle grow on ya face, open mouth, like a hairy twater/ like use your noodle b*tch, but not like PB&J Otter/ i got these b*tches jumpin round, lookin like a game of frogger/ Dova's tha place for slaughter, sh*t Dova's tha home of terror/ im cuttin this fagget off like a computer when its got an error/ im tha angel of lyrical death, ill send ya striaght to h3ll/ with a flamin arrow, from tha bow of William Tell/ my lyrics is sick, like tha epidemic swine flu/ i aint bangin colors but u can get bloody like Dimu/ get at me muthaf*cker! |
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Tkushh |
| Posted: 10/28/09 17:34:25 | Tag: default |
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iight 3-2-1 muthaf*cka blast off/ ona mission like nasa, you can only beat me on a scratch off/ okay, im givin this punk **** a reminder/ you couldnt find ya balls wid a f*ckin item finder/ mah rhymes are mysterious, this **** got me delerious/ you need to get more imperious, n quit actin so f*ckin serious/ everyobody knows me a Dova Boy b runnin thangs/ in this rap game, me n mah homies b runnin trains/ on you punk a$$ b*tches, we'll leave ya a$$ in stitches/ n after we rob u of ya riches, we'll toss ya in a couple of ditches/ |
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Frenchy vs. Davis D Freestyle |
| Posted: 10/28/09 02:19:36 | Tag: default |
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iight, its only fair to warn, i was born wid a set of horns/ and metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord/ Warlord of rap, lil pot head wid a two by four board/ that smashed into yo window of ur Honda accord/ wid a 4 door ford, but im more toward droppin an accapella/ or choppin this fella to mozarella/ worse than a f*ckin helicopta propella/ locked in mah cella, wid ya skeleton showin developin anexoria/ while im standin next to yah/ eatin a full course meal watchin ya starve to death/ with an IV in ya veins, feedin ya liquid darvicet/ pumpin ya full of drugs, n pull tha plugs/ on tha gunshot victim here, full of lyrical bullet slugs/ who were picked up in tha ambulance n driven/ to receivin' wid his a$$ ripped outta his pants and given/ a less than a 20 percent chance of livin'/ for me, there is no possible placement/ your about to b a hospital patient/ i store tha dead bodies in grandmas little basement/ Doctor Frenchy has arrived/ to perform an autopsy on ya while ya scream "IM STILL ALIVE"/ betta call tha fire department/ ive hired myself an arson, to set fire to carpet/ and burn up ya whole f*ckin apartment/ your a liar, you shouldnt have agreed to this challenge n sh*t/ got ur b*tch wrapped around mah d*ck/ so tight, ya gonna need a crobar to pry her apart wid/ |
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Frenchy Freestyle in 2:00 mins. |
| Posted: 10/27/09 01:12:51 | Tag: default |
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my lyrics is like a crop circle, phenominal/ this **** burst in ya face like stars, astronomical/ runnin this f*ckin game, mayne its a new chronical/ you b*tches got me laughin hard, cuz you is so comical/ ear-splittin, bodies brazin bullets, talk bout anatomical/ schemin ya outta ya money, juss call me economical/ Frenchy raisin h3ll, always causin a pandemonium/ zirconium, shovin in ya ear is a harmonium/ this sh^t is combusitble, juss like uranium/ n i dont pack n lead or steal, b*tch i got titanium/ faster than a saudi arabian, im leavin bullet fragments in ya cranium/ got a loaded 12-gauge, turn ya dome into a stadium/ your a ****, prolly fruity but your juss a f*ckin geranium/ |
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YO DAVIS D, LETS BATTLE B*TCH! |
| Posted: 10/27/09 00:52:36 | Tag: default |
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yo u wanna battle man. ya rhymes are good, but can you beat me punk? that is the essential question. |
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Rapper Eater Freestyle |
| Posted: 10/19/09 01:29:33 | Tag: default |
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rapper eater instrumental feed me rappers, I'm cravin for some competition/ feed me beets, im on a feastin demolition/ hungry as f*ck, my tummy neva gets full/ lookin at ya b*tches, and I start to f*ckin drule/ yeah, I'm from Cordova b*tch, you know we dont play around/ I'll eat ya muthaf*ckas alive, and bury ya bones in tha f*ckin ground/ ya done stepped into mah arena, ur in my lyrical cage fight/ got ya b*tches shook like u got a case of stage fright/ I'm causin affliction,while ya b*tch is givin me affection/ I'm goin hard, like Kim Kardashian givin me an erection/ supernova, ya stand next to me, I'll burn ya to dust/ I'm deadlier than gluttony,envy, pride and lust/ sloth, greed, and anger **** thats always real/ I'm like tha neighborhood sniper, muthafucka I shoot tah kill/ plus I'ma cannibal, with a little bit of hot sauce, you'll do fine/ eat ya down to ya toe nails, and finish ya **** with blood red wine/ |
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High Freestyle |
| Posted: 10/18/09 05:43:48 | Tag: default |
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defyin tha f*ckin laws of gravity/ displacin planets, mah orbital disruption stategy/ im f*ckin babblin, time travelin, causin a tragedy/ goin back n rapin Helen Keller, talk about depravity/ me snortin pills, f*ckin up mah nasal cavaity/ f*ckin ya girl so hard, im corruptin my pelvic cavity/ losin mah sanity, killin all of humanity/ f*ck amity, I'm causin a calamity/ mentally damagin', tha young of ya family/ call it vanity, insanity, killin a f*ckin samaritan/ fixin these b*tches like a f*ckin vetenarian/ ill go deep inside mah mind, n gather all my bad dreams/ trade ya all of em for a good one, cuz mah life isnt what it seems/ .............................. |
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Sick 5hit! |
| Posted: 10/18/09 04:55:48 | Tag: default |
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dancin in tha boneyard, lightin a spliff its graveyard shift/ sufferin from this vampyric addiction, im gettin too d*mn stiff/ marijuana, you gonna wanna, want some of this juss take a sniff/ you from Mahayana? cuz u hit dat "buddha" as soon as ya got a wiff/ its, tha end of the f*kin world, juss call it tha armageddon/ i've opened pandoras box, its the f*kin war of heaven/ satans soldiers n gods army up in tha clouds steadily fightin/ angels n demons clashin together, soundin like some lightenin'/ strikin, I'm like your best friend dyin but im juss a bit mo frightening/ lyrically killin motherf*kers thats the only way I find excitement/ enlightment? f*ck that loaf I'm goin to hell without an incitement/ indictment, got ur name on a bullet, b*tch I am tha tyrant/ of this kingdom, tha world I'm tha ruler of the terra/ terror is my middle name, n I'm here to f*ckin scare ya/ revolutionary evolutions, juss call it tha Frenchy era/ gonna bury ya, hysteria, disease ya like malaria/ Southside muthaf*ckers, like I was from Bulgaria/ go to Bavaria, drink some beer n smoke some reefa ya/ walk around Brooklyn, n fall asleep in some slum area/ while I'm pissin on a flamin globe, yeah f*ck tha world/ puffin on blunt of white widow, n watchin tha smoke swirl/ |
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End Of The World Freestyle |
| Posted: 07/17/09 12:01:43 | Tag: default |
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pandoras box is opened, the world is officially over/ like a 4leaf clover, im hard to find, hotter than a supernova/ im from dova, land of tha killas puttin ya in a coma/ casanova, bodies in tha trunck, you smell tha aroma?/ armageddon is here baby, im takin over tha world/ rhythemically demolitoning, lyricaly blistering, puffin a blunt n watching the smoke swirl/ im the beast in the book of revelations/ reverbrations, repitions, carpet tunnel like masterbations/ spittin fire, thoery that the sky is over is now proven/ solar eclipses, prophicies of Edgar Cayce is also now proven/ |
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I'm Back |
| Posted: 02/01/09 02:29:18 | Tag: default |
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Its time to bring it back, like I am a rebound/ I'm from a city, where a bit*h end up lost n neva found/ I smoke on that green, because its the new black/ I stay straped, I'm back in tha days like an a-track/ well fu*ck that, I'm back to the future cruisin in my dolorean/ my name is Lil Frenchy, I'm like a f*ckin historion/ because i got an answer, for every question you wanna ask/ put tha glock in yo mouth, pull tha trigga n then I blast/ put on this deadly mask, black veil n lyrically murda yo a$$/ I roll deep wid Dova g'z, talkin bout tha real deal thugstas/ tha ni**az that pump slugz, smoke weed, we some real deal hustlas/ |
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All These Upcomers |
| Posted: 08/05/08 05:38:17 | Tag: default |
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**** ya'll, yous n*ggas aint sh*t/ ya'll just some ametuers, im a white **** you dont wanna phuckk wid/ cuz I rap, reverse the rhyme then come right back/ like rat-a-tat-tat, oh yeah b*tch its like that/ cuz im like tha dude, from both hostels/ i pop off bullets rounder than mario's nostrils/ ill make it optional, clack you with tha glock or two/ if ya'll bang red, ill make you bleed blue/ but im not a crip, nor a blood/ im from tha C-town, so im considered a certified thug/ hit ya wid tha slug, make ya slower than a snail/ buck, buck, and kaboom, send all you faggots to hell/ blast ya wid tha M-eleven/ 187, code for murda, cockin tha 9, and maybe send ya to heaven/ so if any of you homo's wanna take a shot at me, dont hestitate, just bring it/ cuz ill come with my best shot, im holding the bell, im ready to ring it/ |
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Fully Straped |
| Posted: 07/18/08 18:43:32 | Tag: default |
| i got a 12 gauge, mac 10 bout to let it loose/ a double duece duece, out tha window bout to let it shoot/ cuz when i get ta spillin, ima kill em just like im supposed to do/ i know i stole one rhyme, muthaphucka i didnt say it was mine/ im pissed off bout to blow out ya mind, like ya stepd on a landmine/ cuz ima stalkin gat fool, walkin jack move, ready to pap ya if i have to/ im fully straped, screamin out blatt!/ ready to blast on a muthaphucka, if he decide to come back/ i have no shame, noone to blame/ **** tha glock n aim, no embarrasment bout tha hood i claim/ bullet in yo head n let tha blood drain, drain/ spillin these rhymes out me phukin brain/ niggaz b goin insane, puffin on Budda takin a hit ta tha brain/ I've got a 9 millimeter stashed into my possesion/ bu noone beleives me askin me tha same ol bullsh*t questionz/ just come into my hood, n I'll show u muthafukin doubters/ im comin wid outers, when i shoot ya, i dont want anymore pouters. |
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Ready 4 War |
| Posted: 07/14/08 16:17:59 | Tag: default |
| runnin round wid tha glocks, ready to pop/ ridin in a drop top, crusin down yo block, bout to make yo heart stop/ a car full of G's, Frenchy, 3c, an my **** young k.c./ lyrically noone can see me, cuz im from tha streets of tha almighty CDV/ tha Cordova, is my terrior, and its my battlefield/ im ready 4 war so muthafuccas, are ya ready to get killed?/ cuz tha subject is murda, an im locked n loaded/ ill put bullets in ya tummy, make you feel like your bloated/ you can have a grenade, b*tch betta clench it/ cuz ima blow ya stomach out make you look like a fukin midget/ pap,pap, now ya dummy a$$ is in a coffin/ bullets hit ya teeth, an blood is what ya coughing/get tha sawed off, n right turn to tha double glock/ pull to tha curcb, smoke wid my niggas, puff puff to tha brain shot/ im ready to blast/ if a **** wanna talk sh*t, retallation on yo b*tch a$$/ so keep ya finger on tha trigga/ cuz tha quicka tha n*gga, tha deader tha figure/ ill buck buck when im on tha prowl, n slugs in yo chest/ ima drop this shell down, n puch lead through a n*ggas flesh/ |
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Just Like That |
| Posted: 07/07/08 18:29:17 | Tag: default |
| just like that, rat-a-tat-tat/ bust caps, hot slugs in yo back/ try to get at me, n*gga gonna get clacked/ ak fourty seven, m eleven, or a gat/ i got tha black flag, cherry folk, blatt!/ killin muthaf*ckerz whos screamin out clatt/ throw tha b'z up, throw tha c'z down/ rep tha Dova till im dead in tha ground/ beat yo a$$ down, where ya cant make a sound/ put you in a casket, b*tch whos tha busta now?/ im comin wid a Pow!/ ill have yo **** black n white like a cow/ i make my own style, slang in tha meanwhile/ hangin wid my homies, a delinquent juvenille/ yes im a white boy, yes i will fight boy/ ill make yo life ova boy, if you **** wid Dova boy/ ill run yo a$$ ova boy/ cuz ima casonova boy, im hot like supernova boy/ an i got my finga on tha trigger of my 9millimeter chrome shiny toy/ cuz its just like that, wid de baseball bat, this is real sh*t/ ill **** tha glock, put it in yo mouth, blast yo brains out real quick/ i mid-as-well just go ahead an record this rhyme/ ill go n purchase a dime, ill b right back, im strictly on my grind/ |
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Budda Lova |
| Posted: 07/07/08 00:28:15 | Tag: default |
| now me all up in tha dope world/ take puffs from tha blunts n watch tha smoke swirl/ you just roll, toke, choke, n smoke/ take a big hit, in a minute Im gonna float/ up 2 tha heavens, god ima b so high/ cuz i steadily puff on budda till tha day that i die/ cuz ima budda lova, budda smoka/ roll tha sh*t up n let it soothe ya/ godbless tha heavenly whooda/ tha chronic lord of budda/ im takin a hit of tha bud, gotta give love to my thugz/ who b smokin, n chokin, got tha reefer stuck in our blood/ill tell you what, we b f*cked up/ cuz that hydro really got me buzzed/ n i dont spend no money/ that smelly green sh*t betta b lovely or i aint f*ckin wit ya'll/ ill prolly purchase a 8-ball, that stuff that wil make me crawl/ on my knees, beggin my girl please/ oops, thats X, but ill take that too/ ill try anything, cuz ima G, i aint scared true? |
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Thug Luv(remix) |
| Posted: 07/03/08 05:20:31 | Tag: default |
| im ready to burn ya, ready to serve ya/ ready to commit a 187, a lyrical murda/ cuz i got all these hataz talking tha sh*t/ they just jealous that they cant make there tounge flip/ just like me, cuz i come natural with this fast flowin/ and ima use it to keep my cash growin, wid my a$$ showin/ and im steadily blowin/ on tha green leaves, god bless tha heavenly buddaaaaa!!/ toke on this sticky icky, let get ta ya brain and soothe yaaaaa!/ i got this thug luv, gotta get down fo my thang/ not taking no shorts or losses mayne, gotta get down for my gang/ and pull tha lever back of this mossburg and bang/ sendin a bindle of shells right into yo phukin brain/ ready to cause death,oh yes n*ggaz you heard me/ my **** T-dog is tha **** that birth me/ are you feelin my pain, ima make yo blood drain/ but we all gonna die, cuz we bleed through similar veins/ so please dont get it twisted, before i get mu gunz burst/ ima burn these three niggaz, and leave em in a hurse/ these rap skills, gift or curse?/ ya'll thought Tony Montana was bad, **** im alot worse./ |
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Creepin An Comin Up |
| Posted: 07/01/08 19:42:40 | Tag: default |
| Lil Frenchy done went an touched down/ me stalkin n creepin up outta my hometown/ that c-town, cdv, phukin a n*gga down to tha phukin ground/ where ya cant make a sound, just another dead n*gga/ you'll know ima kill ya. as soon as i pull tha phukin trigga/ cuz theres going to b sum gunplay/ ill blast yo a$$ while screamin "Dova all day, everyday"/ puffin on hay, mobbin through tha streets, not givin a **** what tha cops say/ causin mayham, known to start alot of trouble/ never carrying a gun, just need my fist, when a b*tch wanna rumble/ mainly because im creepin an comin up/ still got tha 12 gauge pump, filled with extra slugs, just in case a n*gga wanna bring his click/ ill beat yo a$$ wid de baseball bat, rat-a-tat-tat on yo a$$ real quick/ cuz this is real sh*t/ and that Dova is what i claim/ when i c*ck me glock, i clack it back and then i aim/ |
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Lock N Load |
| Posted: 06/29/08 18:16:33 | Tag: default |
| click clack, click clack/ loadin tha phukin clips into tha gat/ killin muthaphuckas whos screamin out clatt!/ i rather hear blatt! like **** whats poppin/ when i get tha glock ta cockin/ all you blue suit nigas gone be droppin/ so load yo sh*t, an keep yo game on lock/ like Lebron James when he hits a 3pt. shot/ cuz frenchy comin wid a pistol, ill rip you like tissue/or point blank put tha barrel ta yo temple an blast blast aint no way my bullets miss you/ they gone hit you, an put you in a casket/ put ya 6 feet under now ya sons a bastad/ cuz i rep Dova Boyz till tha casket drop/ so get yo sh*t an pop, Ak47, M11, or a glock/ an get a blade cuz its time to load an lock/ |
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I'm Back |
| Posted: 06/24/08 04:08:07 | Tag: default |
| im back, bout to set yo brain off track/ ill have yo a$$ twitchin like you was on crack/ i dont give a f*ck if you dont like me/ ill knock yo a$$ out leavin gaps in yo teeth/ ive got this ganksta mentality, always causing a casualty/ muthaphuckas cannot handle me, i go by Lil Frenchy/ or Ryland Louvierre, but it doesnt really matter/ cuz either way ill still pop tha cap into yo bladder/i rep tha 910, Dova Boyz we causin a rukus/ ill fight any muthaphuckas cuz yall are phukin bustas/cuz ill b gettin crunk, like that ni*ga Lil Jon/ ill split yo limbs apart like that dude Atilla The Hun/ ill be ridin down my block, chunkin up tha duece/ stickin out me glock, bout ta let tha hollopoint loose/ see i dont give a **** if you blood or cuz/ as long as you got love for thugs/ chea!/ cuz ima Black Gangsta Deciple/ a muthaphukin Folk/ reppin Cordova like thats whats up/ill be fist swangin, and black rag bangin/ de muthaphuckin pain is what Frenchys brangin/i cause destruction/ when my glocks be bustin/ gat beside me in my ride/ i rep tha muthaphukin South Side/. |
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Sleep Walking |
| Posted: 06/19/08 15:18:58 | Tag: default |
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you got 100 fa**ots a 100 busted lips yes u from New York, we'll make ya life ova if you mess wid Cordova, next time that you talk, cuz down here in tha dirty south, we dont play no games, we'll kill all you northerners, but i aint saying no names, and i aint pointin no elbows, but ill throw some bows, dont think i can fight? test me, ill leave blood on yo clothes, you snort coke up yo nose, i can smoke weed through those, ima murda you and yo cheap little hos, you tryna rap from NY, ni@@a you aint no 50 cent, or Biggie Smalls, quit rappin, start sucking crazy-o's balls, Sleepwalkin stalkin runnin with the guage up under this murderous spell now Consider me hellbound, crossin my path, i'ma drop this 12-guage shell down On the road to destruction, guage eruption, creepin so i'm cautious Catch a ni**a sleep, six feet deep and scopin out peepin cause ya be makin me nauseous Deeper than a ocean man, hitttin you with this potion man Death runnin up from the left, Bang! #1 in this murder game, insane See a **** fall victim, pick him, me click him, hunt on this deadly prowl Watch out for the nightfall,when them come, mo murder be a ni**a style Mo murder, me comin to serve ya Judgement day, me reapin Lil Frenchy on the deep end So me flipped with a spiff and I caught them sleepin Eternally soldiers of the Dova, keep it ruthless, c town, Little Assasin ya big boss, wanna floss on this Gotta make that cheese, yeah **** we gettin 'em cuz im doing this in the middle of the night, 3 am, and im still ready to fight, so bump you depo, and crazy-o, cuz my 4 4 make sho' all yo kids dont grow. |
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Strictly For My Grind |
| Posted: 06/18/08 05:05:26 | Tag: default |
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Get ready to duck, ****, or get fucked up They never could **** with me sawed-off pump Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, ****, y'all all fucked Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench, and then click it Now, ****, it's rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me click And now tha neighborhood snipa takin' your life so ya best stay back Tossin' the rest in a coffin, 'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash Buck a guard while walkin' past. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs And I claim and hang with Cs, niggas that make cheese for the green leaves Gotta give peace, 'cause they swang these. Come, ****, meet my hood And fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no busta He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, **** Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Frenchy don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run So the po-po don't catch up--**** can't be arrested One M-11 me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're feelin' 187 Eleven dwellin' better from the cell, and **** that pick up Mossberg The quicker you to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman That's all you heard, Lil Frecnhy is the gangsta,And now you know it's my occupation The jackin's in progress; it's a critical operation The object is murder, I'm the number one assassin, it's Tha Cordova Soldier, I'll put your **** up in a casket, b*tch Be aware when I'm steppin' with the Dova Boyz, The money, we bankin' 'Cause we them criminals organized You'll take what you got, and give a shot And so watch me pick 'em I hunt up a sucka, and then unload on my victim, i got tha polished tech 9, all this ganksta attitude sh*t is strictly for my grind, |
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Ganksta Attitude |
| Posted: 05/21/08 21:13:44 | Tag: default |
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Im runnin the graveyard shift, Now lemme get down for my crime, gotta go purchase a dime, Smoke on some reefah to ease up my mind, And pullin the stick to get down for the crime, Swig on some wine, Slip on the glock wit me rocks me ready to serve them dummies see, Gotta buck em on down if they come back talkin like, Gimme back me mony, Thuggin wit me killas, Need us a liter of liquor, but niggas aint got ****, Wit a sawed off pump chrome 38 pistol, now who ready to get bent, Nigga like me fiendin for them green leaves, but i aint got no doe, Gotta make some money so me making me dummy rocks, choppin up soap, Split em up, get em up, hit em off the block, Put a hand pullin on each loaded barrel, Cuz a fiend might trip when he hit the **** and flip, Finna see this aint yayo, But **** dont come back, You might get a peeled cap, Or maybe concussion from niggas stompin that **** to the curb, Oh ****, its like that, Niggas, drug dealers peelin killers soft, That sawed-off so, Come and let your nuts hang, If you thug gotta cut them balls off though, So **** respect this, Or you're gonna rest b*tch, Off in the grave and your brain'll be hangin, From swangin with my gang and, Nigga dont want no problems, But then if you wants to cause it, A 9 milimeter, sawed-off, a .380 tech nine comin out of me closet, cuz Frenchy livin that thug life, got tha heat griped tight, me stalking tha streets of Dova in tha middle of tha night, cuz I'll have ya muthaphucckin niggas out on tha run, as soon as you see Frenchy wip out tha gun, cuz I've been poppin tha glockn ever since i got this twist of tha tounge, |
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Bordom Rhyme |
| Posted: 05/18/08 05:45:53 | Tag: default |
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its 10:36, and im as bored as ****, so im leavin a wack @ss fresstyle, im in a mood to get buck, i just wanna run out my crib, get tha tech and clip, pop a couple shots, and watch my victims brain split, cuz Frenchy gives a damn not showing remorse, i spit like a cobra, my minds my resource, i talk to god, but he dont say nothing back, so im an atheist, got yo mind off track, i look at satan, feel his hand on my brain, when i write rhymes, i go blind, and let Lucifer does his thang, ill swing my fists, in yo head im leavin a dent, my next freestyle is gonna be called Hell Sent. |
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Smokin Budda |
| Posted: 05/17/08 21:09:48 | Tag: default |
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Ima budda lovah, budda smoka, roll tha blunt up and let it soothe ya, puff on it, toke on it,take a big hit, and choke on it, so if your feelin hopeless, an u thinkin ya can cope this, come on,cuz me and my niggas smokin roaches, we puffin on tha budda, tha lord goddess of tha whooda, me smokin chokin tokin, blowin and handin it back to ya, now we all gettin to our happy place, i turn tha blunt around and blow tha smoke in yo face, we all up in tha dope world, take a hit from tha blunt and watch the smoke swirl, so ima keep this lyrical flow flowing, cuz im wid my niggas and that budda is what we smokin, |
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Tha C Town |
| Posted: 05/12/08 01:34:30 | Tag: default |
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Cdv, come roll wid a G,phucckin wid me, then restfully, Frenchy gone put you to sleep, cuz that Cordova is what I claim, **** tha glock pull it back and i aim, Do-o-va be my domain, wid de baseball bat, rat-a-tat-tat, bust caps, hot slugs in yo back, comin to my hood, betta be straped, turn ya back on me then some niggas gonna get clacked, cuz i play no games, say no names, but im always ready to blast ya, dont hate muthaphucckkas, just cuz i rap a lil fasta, ill have ya, runnin' and duckin', wid me shank ill be rushin', my d*ck ya girl be suckin', phucck wid Ctown, then me glock will be bustin', so neva try to step, cuz its tha #1 Assasin, cuz tha slimer tha nigg@, tha quicka tha trigger will be blastin, so dont come to tha Ctown, cuz my murderous ways are everlastin. |
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Murderin' lyrics. |
| Posted: 05/03/08 17:52:28 | Tag: default |
| I phukin,I,I,I puke eat it then freak you, battle? im too wicked to speak to, tha only key i see to defeat you, is for me to romove your feet, force feed you them both, on each foot is a cleit shoe, ill lift ya off yo feet so fast wid a roundhouse ya think i pulled tha phukin ground out from underneath you, im not a muthaphukin' G, ima cannibal, i aint tyrna shoot you, im tryne to chop ya into pieces n eat you,wrap ya up plastic, stab ya wid broken glass, leavin' ya wid open gashes, straped to a bloodsoaked mattress, cloaks-n-daggas, white nose, coke n acid, phuc tha planet till it spins on a broken axis, im showin up wid an open casket, filled wid explosive gas, ill throw ya and a light match in it, i just sit back puffin indo, laughin', watch ya blow into fragments. |
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