shout out to my main dude GAMEOVER wats good my nigga..

shit...well as u all know its TAY aka CITEE..

search me bitch im all over the space haha spittN crazy

www.myspace.com/tayduhh



Tay the best just to be honest & modest..I got the game tied like we practicin Bondage..cut that shit out like a coupon or bargain..the best is the dude who got CROP like he farming..punches hit em dead in his head like vonage..Man of Steel, but this young dude wont tarnish..watch how I leave my markings like wine on a carpet..I get a LOT of money like im working for PARKING.. Higher then a martain ontop of a starship..monster & beast similar to the LochNess..PLUS I keep it running like water from a fossit..I got it wrapped like a turban..school'd by the best im High Class like the saburbans..my flow deep, so deep like its submergN..toss a penny for ya thoughts, in other words there worthless..worthless, I been moving weight like a forklift..street smart like my brain is living on the surface..search me, google,yahoo, do what ever..but however dont ever never compare, im a little more clever..plus I stand tall which makes it a little hard to measure..laughing at you dudes like being tickled with a feather..and to be specific i run the beach next to the pacific..pliers how this young man grip it..



or maybe ill go again ?
this time search me on yahoo instead of myspace haha

http://search. yahoo. com/search;_ylt=A0oGkyAPgEFI11YAqJZXNyoA?p=tay+f+3&fr=yfp-t-501&ei=UTF-8


verse 2

stunt more then a film considered as action..a dare devil but no,see im not BEN AFFlecK..young Man COOOL you better zip ya jacket..if the rap games a balloon then my goons will stab it..haha..keep lettus and carrots..no where near me a rabbit.._& the paper come in stacks similar to a pamphlet...Tay flow is current better yet its rapid..got the game bottled up _& im ready to cap it..my FRESH is so DEATH boy I sleep in a CASTIC.._& my icon is brought to you curtesy of PLASTICz..dude flyer then a plan or a falcon.._& yall underground like a gerbal or hamster...im shitting on the game someone grab me a pamper...the money piles like clothes when there thrown in a hamper


and for my last verse..
search me on XXL.. CITEE


verse 3

excuse the sand when he step in.. thee best in the city that the queen has slept in..Yall in the cage with BULLS, no Jordan or Pippen.. gon be more bigger then a fat bitch from texas.. smoother then a cruis _& shine brighter then heaven..on top of yall heads like a sign that says exit... colder then the polar..but hotter then the solar...got a grip on the game like a bitch with a stroller..sittin at the top i the drink you the coaster...spread the wings _& shit on yall heads like a vultre..yall pussy, hardbody bitch im built like a scuplture...& B.I.G. is my sculpter, so blame that tutor...if you bitches listen close you will hear the games future.._& everyday my head grow pshh I hope its not a tumor..precise, words spread like rumors.. be prepared grab a sweater cuz this young dude cool..like a breeze right after you done been in the pool..haha



the carter III got me flippN out...
feed bacc is ness...

like eyes in the back of ya head, the vision is back
with that swift precision you lack
Westcoast Stand Up, two kids and a track
you couldnt see our fuckin state if you were given a map
catch, pivot and splash
im straight buckets hater
on the low public favor playin puppet maker
the last fuckin hater i had to suffocate her
im profection mixed with a touch of greater
my bitch made of more plastic than that fucker Vader
she'll suck an eighter and she guzzles
made her put work in on the wood like tree cutters
to get the whole thing she has to walk as she smoothers
cause my dick the size of three brothers
i know, im just talkin random shit
just wanted to say what up to my man and split


sup nigga

Great stuff ciTeE, I'd love to craft some beats for you.

i think im on blunt 5 and shot 8
maybe its blunt 8 and shot 5, oh well whatever

your fuckin beats are trash
any joint with u on it doesnt equal cash
ill fuckin beat your ass, knee deep in crap
you dont say whats up, but you see me fag
be easy mac
"which" happens to be the only way you'll see the craft
i dont mean to be mean but what i mean is fact
you'll be seen and smacked
put my shit in your "jar" like how weed is bagged
i need a drag...
okay the chief is back, and now im high as Brittney
plus the fucks that I dont give be flyin wit me
come try an get me
but know a nigga keep that Tony Stark type of Iron wit me
missy, misdameanor nazgul
or however thats spelled
i hope your fuckin "sense-say" dont fuck with this black belt
kapish, kapoosh or i unleash the noose
fuck Paul Peirce nigga, meet The Truth

Hi, Im Gameover

look at this failure flailing middle school rhymes below median
go start a new life as a comedian
start investing in teflon
your spit only fit to be slept on
creep through the hall and slit your jugular equals waterfall
or anchor punches break your maw like jack johnson
i'm on call all night to rape mics awesome
keep flossin get that bullshit out your mouth
or i will, with sick claw hammer ideals and your tears fount
bottle em and make a fortune
reading gameover rhymes is like botched waterboarding torture
tired shit, miles deep down in the dead pit
still acting like he deserve the belt, what a bitch
your crew run straight into an ambush
leaving only a cold case never reopened
game still moping he didn't get my vote
motherfucker needs to go elope with his own self
re-learn how to suck your own dick, i'm out

another nail in thee coffin:

nazgul fully capable, unleash the nines personally modified
quick draw nanosecond dead eye
quiet this guy who thinks he's know what i'm like
instilled fear dreary deer in headlights moan
gloaming demon spirit dream soul roams
float above sonic catacombs, grim tones & tracks mastered
by yours truly, drooling retards on forum's trying to outdo me
this aint the movies, i think you know what i can do easily
if you get in my way in jersey it's curtains death skips flirting
when you least likely know it's me, sharpened butterfly knives behind you
your crew don't wanna fuck with my crew
jersey villains a-team gladiator venue
seasoned criminals with MMA skills with even greater reason to kill now

um no way son. nail in the coffin was one of the best diss songs ever laid down. that was horrible. ya'll niggas keep spittin bars at me like i read them. NIGGA, I DONT READ UR SHIT!!! i could care less. you are wasting your time

Oh please son, i know that. previous verse had nothing to do with that song. Motherfuckers don't have a copyright on that phrase.

You have a terrible attitude you know that? You'll never make it in the music business. Not to mention you can't have an opinion on my verses or beats when you don't even read/listen them, fuckin numskull. Not to mention any opinion you have of my stuff is so obviously & grossly biased and out of proportion anyway (see also: meaningless), everyone can see it.