AgentJehova: Intro Piece
By White Russian

Yo yo I'm the man in black
I'm rapping from the back
Gonna give you a heart attack
Smack bitch smack
And if you talkin' shit bout me
Then I know it's whack
Gonna lay the rules down
Not gonna say 'em twice
You wanna pimp in my pad you gotta pay the playa's price
And I don't take no chance with no fucking Liars dice
I'll bust your ass up like you was all Australian mice
Drink whiskey, drink champagne, drink fine wine drink beer
But we only drink good vodka around here
Cuz when I drink I get righteous like God
Gonna bust a cap in you like it was fucking Stalingrad
Dropping bombs like they did in Nagasaki
Eatin yo momma's pussy like it chicken teriyaki
Two fingers like a playa
Ain't no naysaya
And if you try
Well that just make you gaya

MGPuppyThePuppet: point being?
AgentJehova: That's my rhyme.
MGPuppyThePuppet: i mean i've heard drunk russians ramble before...
AgentJehova: hahaha
MGPuppyThePuppet: i've done it myself at times
AgentJehova: I am the master of the freestyle
MGPuppyThePuppet: only when i'm not drunk, bro
AgentJehova: I'm the Alpha
The Omega
The Motherfucking Beta
Ain't no mornin' star
But I'm drivin' in my tite car
'76 Gremlin
Straight outta the Kremlin
Drive up to yo house
And then I start assemblin


MGPuppyThePuppet: brotha you ain't got no skill,
like a high american, can't make no fuckin' kill,
but when i drop a shot down ma' throat,
then you will have no chance to gloat,
'cuz when i bust out the phat mega-rhymes,
everything else is nothing but slimes
AgentJehova: Nothing but slimes? What is that shit
If I was an assassins yo ass would get hit
Your rhymes suck the big one, I'm sorry to say
And that cock in your mouth, well it makes you pretty gay
I'm rocking the casba
A national disasta
Shvarts in the house and he the pimp-masta


MGPuppyThePuppet: quite frankly yo' rhymes got no flava'
but that may be 'cuz you ain't a tru playa'
never been down to the S-S-R,
just cruzin' around in your american car.
MGPuppyThePuppet: if you was to come, where ma' homeboys are at,
yo' ass would get beaten by an iron-spiked bat.
if you was to try and bust out yo' shit,
then yo' mouth would become one big, shitfilled clit.
AgentJehova: Get a goddamn rhythm you capitalist pig
All you fucking is Mk36 and SIG
You don't know pimpin
You don't know the game
Fuck your gun talk
In the end you fucking lame
MGPuppyThePuppet: don't need no weapons, to take down your ass,
it's easy to do, when a brother got no class.
no class in your rhymes, no beats to display.
your whole fuckin' shit is a fuckin' dismay

AgentJehova: A fuckin dismay? Learn English you prick
Oh wait you too busy
Sucking on my dick
Changing your rhythm ever time it clash
You rappin or smoking the hash?
Gonna pop a cap in you and you ain't goin to Heaven
Gonna bomb yo ass like it was Sep. 11
MGPuppyThePuppet: ain't be needin' no english, when bustin' in russian,
as for sucking the cock, that all your discussion.
don't smoke no hash, i don't need no weed.
don't need no shit to do ma' rappa' deed.
you can't pop a cap in no one's butt,
'cuz all you are is a flea-bitten mutt.
roll over and lick your balls you dumb runt,
and hide away, 'fore i go on the hunt.
AgentJehova: "no one's butt"? "flee-bitten mutt?"
Shit boy, your rhymes old as King Tut.
I guess I can't blame cuz yo momma's a slut
I ain't heard those insults since I was in 3rd grade
Round about the time I started getting laid

AgentJehova: I'll pop my cap in you and start getting paid
I'm sick of yo whiny childish tirade
MGPuppyThePuppet: don't need to hear 'bout you gettin' laid
that was just yo' mama, with who you played.
perhaps my momma' was a whore,
but at least with her, i never score.
MGPuppyThePuppet: a raped little kid, that shit's just vile
but ya know that explains why your rhymes got no style.
AgentJehova: GODDAMNIT boy, pick a rhythm and go
You switching around like a gangbanged ho
This mix and matched shit, it just don't work
Acting retarded like Steve Martin in The Jerk
"with who you played"? it's whom you stupid fuck
Shit, I boning your girlfriend in the back of my truck
Go write about your "lioness" you poncy goth twit
At least I know my shinola from my shit

MGPuppyThePuppet: don't need no consistency, don't stick to nothin'
and since when was grammar pertinent to rappin'?
you bone who you want, but to yo' moma come back.
i think she wants some now- after her daily dose of crack.
MGPuppyThePuppet: and about my "lioness" leave that shit alone,
or i gonna burn up your corpse to da bone
MGPuppyThePuppet: rollin wit ma shotgun, in my Volga, through your 'hood,
gonna shoot up your shit and do you up good.
AgentJehova: Gramma don't matta
But you serving up a platta
brb

MGPuppyThePuppet: btw brotha, saw yo' mommas friend's parents on tv,
didn't show yo' sorry ass tho, prolly stuck up a tree.
AgentJehova: yo, bro
I gotta go
but it ain't you fault you ugly ho
Don't think my leaving is yo fault
I got a phone call from that hottie Kelly Gault

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