stealthbomber
cruising at 30,000
is it the best verse, lyrically, to ever come outta the south?
his flow...
	
		
			
		
		
	
			
			his flow...

			
				Last edited: 
			
		
	
								
								
									
	
		
			
		
		
	
	
	
		
			
		
		
	
								
							
							

classic verse and definitely a top 20 verse out of the south ever. I'm sure ive heard Outkast verses better though.
and although I hate to admit it, i'm sure i've heard a better Lil Wayne verse also
I haven't heard anybody coast like that ever though, he coasted through that shyt slaughtering every syllable and every hi hat.
this is definitely the best Bun verse though.
i can't think of another verse outta the south that was pretty much all muliti's. imo its at least a top 5 southern verse. bun b's a hella underrated lyricist.
3 stacks is the only other southern rapper i could think of that could rap like that. old wayne had some classic verses, but he didnt have flow like that.
Well this Bun-B bytch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' nikka's who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the
pickin'
Now down as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nikka's slippin' you sick
When I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nikka Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and quiver
I'm free from nikka you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nikka's doin'
dirt
fukk her first and take off her skirt
Make the p*ssy hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a
Blister b*stard fukk her sister faster
Hit the elbro for sale yo
Brother better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo fukkin' yell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's they love us
Make them class dikk suckers
Check they jelly like smoker's
I hit like nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus
This for my muthfukker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked geez
Rockin' up quarter key's
Just to get the hook with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's
>From here to over sea's
We do what we please
No trip cuz we flip
Light up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy Skip
That nikka Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so have a
Motherfukkin' Sweet and smile
