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best punchlines since big l, eventually better than 50 (21 years old?!)

something something mad cuz i'm flossin bad / i ain't a wrestler / but i'll put your bitch in a boston crab / i talk money cuz it costs to brag / around here bitches walked around with hair that the horses had / rap'll get yer face stuck with them bricks / ahon't really like to exercise / but i'll push up on a bitch / y'all sweet like 99 bananas / swhy i got 99 niggas / with 99 hammers

these niggas don't really want wok / they just walk around frontin / cuz i walk around stuntin / while you think the long punkas in the trunk for / if you really wan somethin we could show up at your front door / i know my history / my family tree don' said master / fuck livin' positive, cuz negativity spreads faster / a celes'she hasta / bullet proof is hard / cuz big heads 'a fly thru your door like casper / i'm smokin' out the jar / scopin' out the bar / distracted / see shorty's breast poking out the bra / gotta type that goes spark metal and / start thinkin you gangsta / cuz you hit a parked yellow van / act hard but your heart's made of marshmellows, man / talk t'her / she usually cuffed and start tellin, damn / everyday i got a new bitch / and when i'm done wither / it looks like she dived head first into coolwhip / you only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit / i put chalk around your head like a boostick / gotta have bucks on the waist / i'm hungry like a south african with flies stuck to his face / catch banks in a truck full of bass / remember i'm a bachlor / the four five ducks got a space / you can either get bucked / or get your ass jumped / the only trigger you touch / is on a gas pump / i got my own personal slave / she really got a curfew / couldnt claim for the kid like celie in the color purple / i know you wanna pop me but / if i hit you first / the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck / fuck / i really hold the rubber/ i send sparks at you/ and i don't need a milli or a bubba / i need'em for a video or cover / huge tour busses / a pound and a philly hoe, a smuggler / the gucci cloth / is on a newport sign upside down / you gotta come a little harder / your red jerseys remind us of throwback / and yours is a starter / you still gotta beg a hoe / and you mad / cuz you blowin on oregano / you niggas'll never flow / anyone that step in my ring is brave / i don't know anything about hairsty / but i could make a finger wave

DAMN!!

― asfdzxc (asfdzxc), Thursday, 19 February 2004 00:17 (twenty-two years ago)

oujea the second verse is better. track's "i hear a lot of talking"

― asfdzxc (asfdzxc), Thursday, 19 February 2004 00:23 (twenty-two years ago)

go ahead and front, i'm dying to poke ya hater
and put a patch on ya eye like an oakland raider
you might catch banks in the city with that blue and grey shit
ropes thick as the ones they hung slaves with
nigga you can run but the lights will beat ya
i'll put red dots on ya like a slice of pizza

― William Wiggins, Thursday, 19 February 2004 03:52 (twenty-two years ago)

variations on the line 'put a red dot on ya like' is where he shines.

i can't think of any off the top of my head.

― William Wiggins, Thursday, 19 February 2004 03:53 (twenty-two years ago)

ya top seller's getting sticked for shine
either i'm blind or ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

― William Wiggins, Thursday, 19 February 2004 03:56 (twenty-two years ago)

my neighborhood full of ballers that slam dunk
crossed over to crack, now they cant even jump

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― William Wiggins, Thursday, 19 February 2004 04:05 (twenty-two years ago)

your shit ain't never going pop like 10 gold chains
thats why your bitch blowing on me like nintendo games

(!!!!!!!!!)

― William Wiggins, Thursday, 19 February 2004 04:07 (twenty-two years ago)

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i don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies
to me, that's my spot
i'll celebrate his burial and eat at ihop
i've been hungry since a little nigga, weed in my high top
face burgundy red, in need of an eyedrop
i had the black delta forces, blue in the front
back when Jordan was flyin and ewing could dunk
of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin the shrimp then
me, on the other hand, don bishop and pimp king

i'm the best thing to happen to hip-hop
since life after death and that tupac shit drop
i'm even good to a white boy with a slick top
stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop
who? where? master p says our watch don't tick-tock
i'm cleanin out my six shot, watchin the knicks flop
damn near the whole damn passenger green
thats how my bedroom look like the world trade after the scene
breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream
i'm your worst nightmare, i crush half of your team
to me your line up is pussy, three wet pampers
the uzi will have you shakin like them g-dep dancers

― William Wiggins, Thursday, 19 February 2004 04:44 (twenty-two years ago)

two months pass...

even ya niggas know ya cd's garbage
yeah, they shootin but they missin
sprayin up the wall like graffiti artists
some niggas buy the bootlegs but go and cop the real shit
cause the fans love us nicer than grandmothers
i wake up, get dressed, put on my tan butters
it's been this way since pumas and superman covers
a ice pick do your liver harm
and have ya screamin in the back of the club louder than lil jon

― ww, Tuesday, 20 April 2004 19:57 (twenty-one years ago)

three years pass...

damn

― mkcaine, Sunday, 13 April 2008 17:36 (seventeen years ago)

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