1. quasimoto -- 'dinosaur brain beat' (-1) 2. mf grimm -- 'the original'(remix) (+2) 3. mf doom -- 'mullein' (+2) 4. quasimoto -- 'greenery' (0) 5. mf grimm -- 'dedicated' (0) dead folks and red coke with blood on it fuck your war, cause that aint gunna stop it i got the temper of a hundred hot heads full of rage with a ton, alot have bled rot when your dead, turned into chop meat all sloppy with your phallus floppy im callused, dont copy, cant be reproduced cant be confused by a ruse thats just an illus- on, look son, ill put a smash on ya wear a helmet or get a crash on ya be prepared when the train fuckin wrecks come to terms with your issues, dont blame the other sex the other gender, you know what im talkin bout you know when im walkin round, pacin just countin sheep, passin time away watchin the clock tick, waitin for the new day drinkin hard but it still aint enough the pain is such, the type that dont bluff it comes real and it dont really go away you feel me? not ok, and not stoned today been off the weed for far too long now bongs loud with cries from negligence they have been denied from wreckin shit not bent or high, bring the tests-iss ill pass it now, been over two months id like a piece of ass, id like to ruin a blunt id like to be done with writin several thousand bars id like to gun the cat with the fat houses and cars ---------------------------------------------------------- records spinnin, catch my grinnin at the sight of a pussy with my dick left in it i wont remove it, thats right, i refuse it try to sleep thru it or hold eyes open with toothpicks i aint foolin, im really quite sincere quite the fear or display there of from those that were present where i was im a fool for em, i care for jugs milk bags, the kind that kills fags makes em run away, makes me come and stay if you take my drugs away, i might flip out detox no fun, need pills in my mouth the grill in your mouth could get quick bust out if she steps to me then the bitch cussed out at the minimum, might catch a hard slap or a right-left, those the hard facts the mic stands on its stand, next to teh cans not tits, i wish, i mean those that crank noise in my eardrums, dont say 'were dumb' say 'im dumb', because you are canadian brews like carling and labatt roasted off molson, creating startling raps its run of the mill, load the gun with pills and empty the clip into my bum and grill i need Vs, id like to nail some valium huge amounts, pails that runneth over red rover red rover let satan come over the cops released me, i was not the gun holder i was framed, but those charges never stick they bogus like your rap style, will you ever quit? -------------------------------------------------------- its dynamic, i kick some fancy flavors keep your nose from my balls or inhale rancid vapors i do my best to keep it clean but never quite get it right forever fight to win the fight, hit with nines twice im a hero well known, a local icon mess up get your head bust like the broken yolks you bite on sop with toast, could not connect to the local host challege handshake authentication protocol -- nope your cup of joe is the pick up you know on the other hand im the sick fuck you dont why dont you go and piss up the boat the bow or a tree, or a flagpole for me drag hoes by their hair, and nag those that disagree i got mad soul G, my black bros all know my steez its dynamic, i kick some fancy flavors i was hard up, seen nancy and raped her mr. drew wasnt havin that, tried to take me down i wasnt havin that, dumped his body in a lake downtown lake havisu, you werent havin that you said you dont play that and i was laughin at you because you know youll take whatever i throw towards your frame i suggest you find a church to go towards and pray --------------------------------------------- its been ninety days since i lit trees, now i still feel insane actually thats not true, im quite clear of mind except i need a minimum nine beers to unwind lack of the herb caused a massive urge to drink like a fiend with crack to serve i used to wonder if or when i would stop when i was making calls for the best dro i could cop i must have spent thousands, it seems like millions my last names williams but my pasts lame, killin brain cells like genocide commited against weak races i used to stare at walls mad feeble and faded when things went south i did the unexpected instead of smoking more i i smoked less then i used to, then i smoked none september 8th the last time i got roasted up the first week was hard but now i hardly miss it tho it sometimes calls to me but i wont risk it cause i get sucked in quick, i guess im an addict i dont need more, i need less habits and i dont feel like bringing the stuff back no thanx, it was fun, but im done with that ------------------------------------------------------ im dedicated like a cop to catchin thieves the mics like a weapon and i got that wreckin steez you aint catchin these, you cant hold whats too hot you can try but you not real enough so you got to move right on, right on down the line you aint with the profound rhymes that astound minds i clown with nines, im just jokin when i bust em full of drugs and im just cokin when im thrustin powder in my nostrils, ready to smash into somethin and your dome gets cracked like a chicken egg when the pipe makes contact and rips your head im dedicated like a motherfucker, commited to teh game commited to playin what i got to play commited to sayin what i got to say and its written that i wont be saved, ill rot in a grave