Stands in the middle of The Booth and calls out Ugo Ogugwa *Ugo Responds**305 Responds*

[Yecht]

@305DeadCounty where that work at

 

[Cuban Pete]

@305DeadCounty where that work at

I gotta record it tonight or tomorrow no later than that tho.... ima let yall marinate on this classic ugo response in the fourth, i thought he had no juice left but NOPE!

 

[Capo Dei Capi]

Bout to download this shyt and make a coli mixtape

 

[OnlyInCalifornia]

Don't get excited, when my pen's ignited, tension bends
Your eyelids, from the pictures in the scriptures ...
Words will end up in your iris, send you into violent chills
Evidence that I reveal, recommends that dying's real ...
Every second's time to kill, light work on the night shift
Knife burst through your pipe quick, white hearse with the
Slight tint, tight church with the cryn' bytch, nine jerk
Turn your church to a firepit, bangin metal like a blacksmith
Angels, Devils all revel at the level I fed you to the casket..
305, land of COs who see old photos of them keeping it legal,
Then steal the real peoples lives, then say they're rich forvever
But this clips forever, it's tethered, bullets skim you, come back
Around and hit you better, bullets hang like a boomarang...
When the tooly sang it's like a choir of fire, but this aint voodoo
Mayne, it's myticism, distant systems, where wisdom's the stimulus
For visions, where the spirit lifts, and then, it shifts like prisms,
And 3-0 heard you pedo, and don't touch ESPN, only Dora the
Explorer, man you must be SPM, a dirty Mexican, with thirty
Next of kin, adding pesos together just to expense the rent, here's
Some common cents, you a cabana dancer, at a men's club stepping
Over condom rappers, anally violated so you rock iguana pampers
It's like you got your salad tossed by a velociraptor ....
All these problems in your life and you fraud ass rapper, fake ass
Meek Mill, but you struggle to hustle for just a week's meals
Go inside with your family, you reside with the trannies
Hopeless side of Miami, you hilarious bytch, you a funny broad
Rip this Florida fakkit like bug's bunny's saw, an ill rapper..
You aint one, you a lil rapper who steal rapper's like Shang
Tsung, you are MC Take Summ, and you are dead, cause I am
Going FED, I'm a lion when I'm fightin and I'm biting off
Your head, and that flow sounds familiar, it's the one that you
Used, you can't do what i do but I can do what you do, got your
Whiole style from watching nikkas youtubes, find a nikka sick
And then you stick him like it's vodoo, that's the hundreth time
A nikka had to bring up vodoo, bytch 3-0, miss cleo, he obsessed
With voodoo, hit the studio hoping nikkas will confuse you
With the radio, originality is boo boo ..................

I know this is a parody and all but it actually isn't half bad. How you stay with a non-basic flow while staying with the accent is dope... @Buckeye Fever

 

[Mr Rager]

Just when you think it can't get any better...

 

[riddlerap]

so this is done?

 

[Yecht]

Where's that next verse at @305DeadCounty ?

 

[Leasy]

@305DeadCounty where you at you can't let this go.

 

[riddlerap]

we uppin this for awhillllllle

 

[Yecht]

I think Ugo might have seen those African Goons to get at @305DeadCounty in RL

 

[Revolutionary]

so this is done?

 

[riddlerap]

@305DeadCounty

 

[Supercoolmayo]

Did @305DeadCounty respond yet?

 

[Detroit Wave]

Don't get excited, when my pen's ignited, tension bends
Your eyelids, from the pictures in the scriptures ...
Words will end up in your iris, send you into violent chills
Evidence that I reveal, recommends that dying's real ...
Every second's time to kill, light work on the night shift
Knife burst through your pipe quick, white hearse with the
Slight tint, tight church with the cryn' bytch, nine jerk
Turn your church to a firepit, bangin metal like a blacksmith
Angels, Devils all revel at the level I fed you to the casket..
305, land of COs who see old photos of them keeping it legal,
Then steal the real peoples lives, then say they're rich forvever
But this clips forever, it's tethered, bullets skim you, come back
Around and hit you better, bullets hang like a boomarang...
When the tooly sang it's like a choir of fire, but this aint voodoo
Mayne, it's myticism, distant systems, where wisdom's the stimulus
For visions, where the spirit lifts, and then, it shifts like prisms,
And 3-0 heard you pedo, and don't touch ESPN, only Dora the
Explorer, man you must be SPM, a dirty Mexican, with thirty
Next of kin, adding pesos together just to expense the rent, here's
Some common cents, you a cabana dancer, at a men's club stepping
Over condom rappers, anally violated so you rock iguana pampers
It's like you got your salad tossed by a velociraptor ....
All these problems in your life and you fraud ass rapper, fake ass
Meek Mill, but you struggle to hustle for just a week's meals
Go inside with your family, you reside with the trannies
Hopeless side of Miami, you hilarious bytch, you a funny broad
Rip this Florida fakkit like bug's bunny's saw, an ill rapper..
You aint one, you a lil rapper who steal rapper's like Shang
Tsung, you are MC Take Summ, and you are dead, cause I am
Going FED, I'm a lion when I'm fightin and I'm biting off
Your head, and that flow sounds familiar, it's the one that you
Used, you can't do what i do but I can do what you do, got your
Whiole style from watching nikkas youtubes, find a nikka sick
And then you stick him like it's vodoo, that's the hundreth time
A nikka had to bring up vodoo, bytch 3-0, miss cleo, he obsessed
With voodoo, hit the studio hoping nikkas will confuse you
With the radio, originality is boo boo ..................

shyt was so a fukkin vulgar

 

[Ugo Ogugwa]