[applejuicekid]

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and this song is the hotness its called america i can send it to you if you pm me, hes a wu tang affiliate

The maid was in the garden, hangin' out the clothes
While I crept up and shot her dead in the nose
Message in a bottle, violent as our records spin
One stranded couple terrorized by backwoods men
A young man home from reform school, now a burglar
Since sixth graders suspect their principal is a murderer
A man investigates the death of his twin brother
Three kids search for their missin' parents and cover
A nightclub owner, schemes against mobsters
Four congressmen turn out to be impostors
Five teens try to track down the jewel thief
One little boy, knocked out another's teeth
Successful script writer becomes a heroin addict
A surgeon and his ex-wife slaughtered by a mechanic
A barroom boss and they lost, threw it to the hospital
A little girl found a fly inside a popsicle
Two bored Indians become bank robbers
A cop searchin' for the killers of his father
A rapper's lifestyle of sex, drugs and booze
A highway man, swindles a drunkard's booze
A homeless in a dumpster, and finds a new pair of shoes
An injured jazz musician, dead on the news
A housewife entangled in lies and domestic abuse
A dirty politician tries to rub out his opponents
The outside man fought another man in the rain
A business woman had to smooth for the correct spelling of her name
A skinhead who lead a fierce biker gang
Involved in white slavery and Mr. Avery was never neighborly, romancin', a jackpot
He killed his wife and drove to Vegas wit her head in a hat box

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WOW..somebody nominated a Warcloud verse. That is awesome. However, I think he has many other verses that are better. Also, I was just about to post Winter Warz. That verse is ridiculous.

Another verse that I think should be nominataed is Canibus on Beasts from the East.

Canibus brings the sickest drama,
fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through a condom
Playing with the mic is something I wont do
my only concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
and make every man in your crew deny that he knows you
defeating, niggas like Segal Steven,
putting Emcees in, positions to prevent 'em from breathing
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the mutha [censored] wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle,
I go On & On like Erika Badu
a hundred times nicer than the best there is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this
[censored] yall you dont impress me and no one can test me
An Emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that [censored] you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and apply pressure until I crush your mutha [censored] noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the left
so fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this
lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress
But if you want to battle, I'm down,
If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard
I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
anyone who aint feeling my shidick can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you aint spitten
more than 50 bars per minute cause you aint in lyrical fitness
kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack
all of ya'll mutha fuckas need NordicTrack
to get ya weight up, [censored] with Canibus you get ate up
get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
been rockin longer than niggas twice my age
back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin a fade
before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin lifted
stickin dick to Eve before she was Adams mistress
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
The Canibus is spitten till' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget this
I'm puttin' every wack Emcee alive on my [censored] list
verbally vicious, tele-connectically gifted
took you a minute, to exhibit that I'm sick wit it
Now you tell me who you think is damaging [censored]
going once, going twice
Sold to that nigga name Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor
hopping out the Hue helicopter to suey chop ya