Harrison biggest rulebreaker on forums - Page 4

Lucky · #31 06-04-2012, 12:27 PM

I actually do know and am surprised youre still here

Harr1son · #32 06-04-2012, 12:33 PM

don't feed the trollz

Lynch: Hey who tha Fucc are you?

Devil: Aw shit, dont you know devils dont die so im bacc in this muthafucka you know?

Lynch: *****, ***** fucc you, but umm, when i shot you on tha last shoot...it wasnt to kill you anyway, it was just to see if i was you. you know what im sayin?
(Inhales)
If i died when i shot you, that mean i was tha devil, you know? Based on everybody thought i was dead, i thought i was tha devil but now, since you hear hit this muthafuccin shit

(Devil Inhales)

Lynch: yea thats that cusche *****

Devil: Damn!

Lynch: see what im sayin?

Devil: Yep..Shit!

(Inhale)

Devil: you know that muthafuckaz thought you was dead?
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/inhale-wi...ynch-hung.html ]

Lynch: dont trip dont trip

(inhales)
Lynch: ima dead man walkin anyway.

Devil: i know i know, thats 'cause you aint got no life *****, im still hearin shit about you *****. First i hear you was dead, then i hear you a Baby killa, then i hear you only eat nuthin but meat and 40's.***** you aint no Cannibal *****

Lynch: ***** fuck you, you know what im sayin? You give me somethin that aint me, i feel disrespected you know what im sayin? Fucc around and put a 9 in yo muthafuccin mouth *****.

Devil: oh oh you a hard muthafucka now you know im sayin. well ill tell you what. Since you atheist and gotta call me manson 'cause you dont believe in tha devil you know what im sayin, and aint scared od dying and shit, lets play this little game. You take your 9 and ill take my 9, and we'll cock that shit back you know what im sayin, and we'll point it at each other you know what im sayin, Hit tha joints then okay? We'll play a little game of Russion Roulette then you know?

Lynch: Fucc it fucc it

Both: lets do this shit (then/you know)

(Both cock their guns)

(Both inhale their joints)

(3 gunshots are fired)

Lucky · #33 06-04-2012, 12:34 PM

Comin off that high it's that double-set wrapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my *****s on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so ***** peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip E-B-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going Both ways,
Peel a *****s cap and then I'm sideways

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where *****z load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Locc to da brain...

[Verse 2: Big Dan]
Now try to peep this YG straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that nine glock the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there them *****s go
Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these *****s actin like they know its a hit,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Locc,
A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now ***** yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a ***** don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival *****s straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you hide

Chorus: 1X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where *****z load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 3: Mr. Doc]
Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this
Back with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
When they get lit up on they turf
So move on with they life one even left
That since that time I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's
So ***** fuck it, i'll do it like your ass is dead
And touch them *****s with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage ***** life is a bitch
Somes set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging
L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way
See your *****s on the other side is best to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is said and what was said
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where *****z load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 4: Baby Reg]
See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a ***** is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack move
The only thing on my mind
Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want with me?
They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherm
But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on *****s and watching every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a ***** insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
Cuz' when I ride it's always locc to da brain

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where *****z load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
the night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday all day til the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple spliff
and I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating *****s brains
***** nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them *****s that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them *****s live
Cuz' where I'm from we walkin up on em'
bustin them reps up in them *****s ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in peace

Chorus: repeat 4X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where *****z load they straps cause the rival's on the way