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Clownin, step up come one come all lets brawl
dont matter lets just get it going see if ya can handle the flows i be flowing.
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SONNY YOU WANT NOTHIN TO DO WIT ME,
I'M CRAZY SOMETIMES I TEND TO AMAZE MYSELF/ NO ONE CAN HELP ME, I'M TO LYRICALLY INSANE/ RHYMES RUN THROUGH MY VEINS/ I BLEED FLOWS AND SPIT ILL VERSUS/ WHY AM I EVEN DEALIN WIT YOU, YOUR WORTHLESS!!! |
deeni quit your fucken treachery/
you aint nothing but a pest2me/ I left you a welt w/your own belt<--opps I meant chastity/ your fading fast cuz you can't possibly last-with-me/ the bile you spit is more like some lyrical blasphamy/ if your ever in my hood (213) I dare ya to ask-for-me/ I'm serving your torture like the socialist baath party/ I'm dropping like your grannies titty / and your just howling bout your fucked up city/ I'm the grand abbit and your just the shaolin punk/ (grand abbit=master shaolin monk) (baath party= former regime in iraq) |
DONT EVA COME TO MY HOMETOWN/
CUZ WE LEAVE BITCHES LIKE U FACE DOWN IN THE GROUND/ I'LL PROBABLY WALK THROUGH YOUR HOOD, AND EVERYONE'S THROWIN ME A POUND/ CUZ IM TO DANGEROUS BUT MY FLOW IS NOT CONTAGIOUS/ I'M DEADLY WIT THE STAINLESS, TO LEAVE YOU BRAINLESS/ NO YOU DIDNT EAT ANY PAINT CHIPS, BUT YOU STILL GOT LEAD POISON/ YOU BETTA CALL ALL YOUR BOYS AN, ROUND UP YOUR POSSE/ CUZ YOU KNOW NOTHIN COULD STOP ME/ YOU RHYME SLOPPY, YOUR BARS WILL BE MELTED/ I GOT NO REMORSE FOR YOU, SORRY I CAN'T HELP IT/ I'LL LET THE SHELLS LIFT YOU OUT OF YOUR PAYLESS NO NAME BRANDS/ I GOT PLANS TO RID THIS SITE OF PHONY RAPPERS/ THEY WASTIN EVERYBODY'S TIME, AND THEIR FLOW JACKERS!!!!! |
i'm flown hard and disgracing you little white kids/
leave you sittn in pink pampers with lots of crap skids/ poppn your top like Heineken lids/ blastn your mother, puting in the top bids/ on her stanky-ass and nasty flab mid/ you better take off your lyrical clothes/ my lyrics are blazn coming out the bose/ you step to me like you know what to do/ but then I break you down like Hitler did Jews/ got you going crazy, and bowing to my rhymes/ get out, come back another time |
i'm fed up with you sensless misfits/
who think that they rip shit/ but only end up soundin like simplistic nitwits/ understand, i'm better than you bitches/ so either admit it, or get left seventy-two inches/ beneath the Earth so don't try to compete my verse/ cause I speak a curse that'll have ya ass asleep in a hearse/ I rip shit apart quick so come back if you can find the heart bitch/ and lets keep this shit goin, cause i'm just gettin started |
your name's shogun assassin/
got kids bustn their butts laughn/ when you try to bring heat nothn comes out like an impotent man jackn/ cold froze rope, staring at the crowd bashn/ waitin to see you fail, but that's when/ i come through and save you with hot rhymes smashn/ you can't stand while I rhyme, got you in the spirit dancn/ and raising your hands praisn the Son that died for your Sin/ Understand dawg, you can't begin to come close/ To understanding His love, He'll give a second dose/ For now that's all, you want to keep this stuff going/ Well now it's someone elses turn, I'm under the annointing |
i'm so crazy i'm showin' up 2 ya open casscet and fill it with explosieve gasses while I watch and hope it chates
blow you 2 fragments laugh roll u and smoke the ashes! |
Re: Clownin, step up come one come all lets brawl
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Uh uhuhuhu hear this bitch
I got great skills but if my records sold 8 mille amma still smoke weed get drunk and take pills... word.... |
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c'mon c'mon lets battle kids......
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c'mon u bitch ass niggaz
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hahahaha what u got bitch
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who you want dawg
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somebody better carry arian off before I bury him/
only cat wack enough to battle himself and still barely win/ callin out Shogun, are you jokin? yall can't compare to him/ you can try if you want but ya chances are very slim/ my heat'll blaze ya/ and rip through weak players like cheap paper/ a wack emcee chaser/ that accelerates on my prey like Speed Racer/ you need to realize my rhymes are deadly as fuck/ and now i'm gettin warmed up so are yall ready or what? |
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everyone in my tenements is tremblin' cuz they spellbound// if you so damn ill why you bitin' versez from Eminem in "Hellbound"// son... ya best bet is to beg for mercy as you bend on ya kneez// cuz you know ya ass is banned once the administer seez// you a fuckin' puppet and I play you like Gepetto// ya career on this site will last about as long as an "Aryan" in a ghetto// I don't give a fuck what kind of ghetto jewish or black// I stay true to the fact... that you bitin' lyrics only provez that you wack// remember that nigga Prolifik got the hottest linguistics// next site you get on spit this... I give you permission since I'ma probably forget it... oh yeah I almost forgot Gepetto-I don't know if I spelled the name right but he's the puppetmaker from Pinnochio (I hope I spelled that right) Aryan- blond hair blue eyed people in which Hitler wanted to take over the world Ar][an- a biter (sorry to end ya career dunny) |
I COME TO RID THIS CYPHER OF ALL RACISTS/
TAKE'EM OUTSIDE AND SHOW'EM THE BASICS/ A FREE FACE LIFT, ADMINISTERED FROM MY FULLY LOADED CLIP/ NO NEED FOR SURGEONS, ONLY THE PLASTIC IS NEEDED/ KEEP FUCKIN TALKIN BOUT HITLER AND JUST LIKE HIM, UR ASS WILL BE DELETED/ I STAY WEEDED UP, SO WHO WANTS WHAT/ COME ONE COME ALL ANYBODY WILL GET FUCKED UP/ I SHOW MOTHERFUCKAS HOW TO DO THIS, BATTLE ME, AND I'LL SHOW YOU I AINT NEW TO THIS!!! |
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shut up boy your worse than JA RULE / go fix yo broke ass car up what can't afford a tool/ tou talk about fake mc's like you ain't one/ but listen to my fuckin' words son/ you made Ar][aN's enemy number 1/ you know the first on tha list/ of people i'm suposed to kill/ or just beat up with my fists/........... Uh UH I just did this shit... Uh yo I just ruined you bitch......... |
Why shouldn't I /
shoot you with my 9/ cuz of one shot of my 9 you'l drop down and DIE/ with your EYES at the SKY/ wonderin' WHY...... bring it on dawg...... |
ya'll can't mesure the rhymes I spit/
the crimes I did/ the minds I filled with the shit I say/ i'll make you pray/ that I won't hurt you so bad/ you know what..? maybe I'll JUST chop off your head........ |
c'mon dawgs
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I'VE BURIED PUSSIES LIKE YOU/
I'VE DESTROYED CREWS THAT WERE MORE GANGSTA THEN YOU/ U DONT HAVE A CLUE/ ON WHAT YOUR IN FOR/ LIKE BIG SAID I'LL BREAK DOWN YOUR FRONT DOOR, WAVE THE FOUR FOUR AND WATCH EVERYBODY DROP TO THE FLOOR/ SCREAMIN DEENI I DONT WANT IT NO MORE/ I'M CRAZY TO THE CORE, GOT RHYMES GALORE/ AND YOU AINT EVEN SHORE ON WUT YOUR HERE FOR/ I'M TO DESTRUCTIVE TO BE ON THIS EARTH/ I BEEN LETTIN NIGGAS KNOW EVER SINCE MY BIRTH!!!!!! |
hahahahah tight dawg...
respect........................................... ............................. lets batlle sometime deeni |
Fuck arian, he must have been touched durring his cesarean//
I'm delivering guided weapons annialating this racist arian// I'm that mexicano bringing your excrutiating premature death// Violating your every God given right until your last breath// I'm pushing all my RB beefs aside for this xenophobist// Take every last one of your crew, I'm your execussionist// Accuratly take aim and fill you full of this, .44 cal disillusionist// I'll decimate every sub particle on the periodic list// Rearrange your sub atomic structure like the grand issuionist// I'll smoke you like something generated from a twist// |
DAWG STOP LOOKIN IN THE DICTIONARY,
FOR BIG WORDS TO PUT IN YOUR VERSE/ YOUR BETTER OFF AT PICTIONARY, BECAUSE THEN YOUR RHYMES MIGHT WORK/ I'M GOIN BAZZERK, THIS KID FLOWS LIKE HIS MOUTH IS FULL OF DIRT, HE'S STRAIGHT BABBLIN/ "XENOPHOBIST,EXECUSSIONIST,DISILLUSIONIST,ISSUIONIS T", THEN YOU GO TO TWIST, CLASS IS DISMISSED/ THE ENGLISH LESSON IS OVA, NEXT TIME YOU TRY TO TAKE NIGGAS TO SCHOOL, MAKE SURE YOUR ABOUT 10 YEARS OLDER!!!!! YA FUCKIN 3RD GRADER, COME WIT SOME REAL SHIT AND BOUNCE MOTHERFUCKA, BOUNCE!!!!!! |
YO THAT T IS SUPPOSE TO BE WIT THE LINE ABOVE IT DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPEND!!
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Are you still pissed cuz you suffer from retardedness//
Muther fucker quit talking just step up and battle this// Your just a one man band, more like "a Syndrome of a down'// Leave ya crying reminding me of a song... "Tears of a clown"// Talking brainless shit with out any relavence// I'll have ya squiling like a pig, remember deliverence// I'm tired of wasting my intellec on your ignorance// You can't manifest lyrically into any signifigance// I methphysically invade you with embedded symbolence// Penitrating your cranial cortex with a vortex of intallegence// Hitting your fraile mind so hard you gonna need an ambulance// |
^ typed so fast,please excuse the mis spells,
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YEAH SHUT YO MOUTH/ CUZ WE ALL KNOW WHO WON/ I SPEND ALL OF MY ENVESTEMTS ON WEED AND GUNS/ COKE AND HUNS*/ YOU MUST BE JOKIN' SON/ THINKIN' YOU CAN BEAT ME IN A BATTLE/ I GOT 2 MUCH FUN/ LISTEN TO THIS SHIT/ ITS LIKE I'VE BEEN DOING IT FOR YEARS/ MY RHYMES ARE LONG HARD AND FIERCE.... OOW SORRY THAT'S MY DICK... GOT CONFUSED CUZ MY RHYMES ALSO GET LICKED..... YOU NEED TO BE ELITE JUST TO WALK DOWN MY STREET////BUT YOU COULDNT FILL MY SHOES IF I GAVE YOU MY FEET The sound of you, makes me do things i'm not allowed to do//i'm only size 7 but i cover more ground than you/// only 5 foot 6 but i'll always talk down to you/// |
I'M JUST/
GRINDIN'/ YOU KNOW WHO'S SPITTIN'THESE RHYMES THEN/ YOU MOTHER FUCKERS BETTER STAY IN THE LINE THAN/ IF YA SEE A DAWG LIKE ME ....HIDE THEN/ CUZ I'M JUST WAHLIN'/ AND KILLIN' EVERYBODY... |
YO LISTEN/
I'M THA/ BEST AT THE GAME/ RUNNIN'THESE GANGS WITH ALL MY GHETTO FAME/ SMOKIN'WEED AL DAY/ 'TILL IT GOES UP MY BRAIN/ AND STATES ITS CLAME/ MAKIN'ME FEEL NO PAIN/ SO I CAN DO ANYTHING'/ IF I GO LEFT OR RIGHT/ IT DON'T MATTER/ CUZ MY RHYMES ARE GOOD AND TIGHT/ YOU KNOW I'M PSYCHO/ AND I WON'T STOP STABBIN' YOU/ HELL NO!/ YOU WANNA KILL ME ??/ YOU'VE GOT THE RIGHT TO...... SPIT THIS DAWG... |
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DOGGY IS STRAIGHT RUNNIN HIS MOUTH,
THAT HIS TOUNGE NEEDS TRACK SNEAKERS/ YOU SHOULD PUT YOUR EAR TO THE SPEAKERS, AND LISTEN UP TO WHAT I GOT TO SAY/ I DONT PLAY, SO STOP ACTIN LIKE THIS SHIT IS A GAME/ I'M DERANGED AND WONT HESITATE TO POP OUT YOUR BRAIN/ CLEAR OUT YOUR MINDFRAME OF ALL THE BULLSHIT YOU THINKIN/ YOUR BOATS SINKIN, AND YOU GOT NO LIFE PRESERVER/ LIKE A CHEF, I'LL SERVE YA/ THEN I'LL EAT YOUR FOOD, CHEW YOU UP AND SPIT YOU OUT/ CUZ CANNABALISM IS NOT WHAT I'M ABOUT/ YOU GOT NO FLOW, YOU'RE IN A DROUGHT/ I'M TO DANGEROUS FOR YOU, I SHOULD LET THE STAINLESS EXPLORE YOU/ LET THE HOLLOWTIPS DISMISS YOU FROM YOUR PAIN/ I TOLD YOU BEFORE PUNK THIS SHIT IS NOT A GAME!!!! |
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what was that crap??? your coyping for clispe. you fake ass gangsta. |
Deeni, do you really believe your own bull?//
I've read ya post over & just have2 call ya a fool// You can't compare your hollow style to my limitless rule// Your profound lack of intelligance comparable only 2 a mule// This shit's not a game? Then why the fuck ya coming at me ya whack ass lame?// I'm not boasting my fame, this is but a game, and it's plain to see ya just a shame// I suggest you learn how to read, cuz our proir exchange has your ass rearranged and your mentals deranged// Stay clear of my rage, unless you want to engage in a lryical rampage, ...if so set up the page// I don't hold animosity when you spit verbal atrocity// Ya just a green eye'd monstrosity, who's flows lack velocity// Your weak rhymes are stagnant from rappers viscosity// When it's plain to see mine are hitting with such ferocity// Wasting my time w/a reply shows the deepth of my generosity// You beat me,... nah you couldn't possibly// |
I forgot to include an idiot translater:
animosity=hostility atrocity=horrible act green eye'd monstrosity=implied... jelousy viscosity=resistance of a liquid to sheer forces (and hence to flow) get it can't flow!!!! this is too easy for me deeni, but I am expecting you'll never be capable of that sort of concious reasoning!! |
^ ya just been served...
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i leave bodies stack up on each other//
im the only one to do this i flow like no other// i leave you dazed poetry slit in ya wrist// thats wut ya get when you leave l pist// you look like a crack head on crack// ima leave you wit dat tryna come hard thinkin on ya back// |
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