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Render?!?!?!? Where the fuck you at?

"UNTIL THEY STOP ME, BURY, MURDER ME OR DROP ME, I GOT...THUG LUV FOR MY NATIONWIDE POSSE"

Message edited by MAK_The_Lucid_Tongue - Thursday, 21/May/09, 12:30 PM

Try sending him a PM

especially if he doesn't show up........... U still alive wolverine boy?!?!

"UNTIL THEY STOP ME, BURY, MURDER ME OR DROP ME, I GOT...THUG LUV FOR MY NATIONWIDE POSSE"

Message edited by MAK_The_Lucid_Tongue - Thursday, 21/May/09, 3:14 PM

of course,.....

I see thru Lucid Translucent, in my future you will be
ripped open like an envelope that is labeled just for me,
So I'll put a flame to a needle and lace up the thread,
place a shell in the heater, create a space in your head,
I just need a place that i can dump my ammunition, after all,
there's no more room in my garage or my kitchen, it's my fault,
MAK the Tongue you just happen to be, the next intended victim for me,
RENDER's on a killing spree and you'll have to distance me from wolverine,
because you see, Mak, my son, you were born from me, but not from rap,
I banged your mom, if i remember back, i think when i was twenty three..

"People said his brain was infected by Devils..."

wow tense

I put my name on sneaks cuz i spray paint streets,
with new Philly stylez 4 miles, Blend colors 4 weeks..
I'll open a door to the final round, and push your ass out the window,
good luck when you meet the ground, Rend smoked u like some Indo,
u want to beat me so bad, zombie searchin for a brain lunch,
You'll never catch cats like Render and Mak smokin' on the same blunt,
That pic in your sig is just so damn wrong, like a Bizarre-Kid song
so embarrassed by your hometown, u didn't sow that Leaf patch on...
Your rhymes written on the straight and narrow, precipice of defeat,
You know Render's the truth, i was raised by wolves in the street,
u think you're elite,but you sprung a leak, from the center of your body heat,
bullet holes through your clothes, i'm painting red around the cobbled streets,
only thing u shittin' on is your own dreadlocks when they fall in the can,
so you shit while u stand, I'll punt your fucking head into the Sea of Japan,
At home or foreign lands, you'd better bet your lucky loonies and twonies,
I'll rattle any man, battle Mak, his Lucid Tongue, and his Canadian Goonies,

"People said his brain was infected by Devils..."

that was hot

This battle right here is the shit

thiss needs to be for the title!!!!!!