fuck u all i am the best rapper

...~*WHEN-XPLICIT-HITZ-U*~...
 

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ok, first off [COLOR=dark-blue]Zulunist[/COLOR] don't say ya tha best, without puttin' down~a~Rhyme//
I fire 'Verbal~Shots' all Around~Ya~Mind, too busy with Stronger Cats, i never Found~Tha~Time//
ta Kill somebody as *WEAK* and Pathetic~As~You, ya mind needz Knawlege so Get-It~Ta~School//
and [COLOR=dark-blue]"Tha PC Crew"[/COLOR]...who Knew, these Disgraceful-Fagitz would try ta Form~A~Crew//
i'm a Warn~Ya~Foolz, ya don't wanna see whut my Lyrical Storm'll~Do..got cha Shredded and Distorted~Too//
not to say-no-names, but 8-0-8 is A~O.K., Livin' in tha Sub~Urbz, "Richy-Bitch" "Water-Drinkin" Clubberz//
y'all ain't got "Street-Fame" or a Heated-Game so why y'all Tryin~Ta~Rap, watch as 2-Worldz Collide-In-A-Track//
MASTA-MINDZ 'bout ta Kill these Silented~Rats, y'all my Prey, now watch as these Lion's~Attack//

i'm tired of readin niggas "i beat you" lists//
they all get pissed when by me they dissmissed
i shut em down like K Mart and Enron//
you wanna challenge me you don't want none of this son


this is to al those fake hard "G'S" out there who keep a list. like i care. i whip that ass like stepchildren, cause like the lottery i got a million

Hey WTF^ we gonna battle or WHAT?!!

I set tha shit up, and you never checked in..?

i didn't see it dog, where is it? up it to the top. is it in elite or front?

Im so sick n tired, of hearin xplicit//
next time he spit, warn me ill be sure that i miss-it//

everyone else doesnt get the personals....exclusive to hawaii.....lol

What explicits gender? no one knows, this guys-ma-hu?//
he fits tha stereotype, this faggot best be reppin Waipahu//
your gay n proud to be, its a site to see, u wannabe emcee//
reppin hawa-i, is like reppin tha gutters proud-ly//
this guy spends "nights" writin raps that aint "worth the time"//
his 808 shacks rent is prolly not even "worth a dime"//

this emcee has no "abilitee"
think he was mental when he wrote it
flippin pages in the source findin shit to qoute it
haha i looked at a map so now i can let my mouth flap
its such a big trap leavin niggas wit mad "clap"(the disease)
i thought i could rap but shoulda been sellin crack
wit lines like those u make a lot more than u do from rap
thats what happens when kids get the mic
like 50 said when grown folks speakin bitch shut ur mouth

whats this emcees' name kid frost? are u lost?/
mother goose's nursery rhymes starts in fall--faggot
50 cent did say it but your just a kid so dont even say shit
cuz u can never be as good so just face it

liberal democrats are hippies at heart//
fuck around, spend money, raise taxes call it an art
bill clinton was a playa, that's a fact//
but with a bitch like lewinski, watch how ya act

can't believe that lil bitch kim
she' know collaborating wit tim
sick of her plastic tits and fuckin fans that are misfits
I can't stand the fake shit that she tries to spit
kiss my ass lil bitch you don't deserve to be in this game
all these niggas and whiteboys don't wanna be the same
as your fulla shit lil black ass can't rap all people pass
at buyin ur albums cause you can't even put out a hit
listen bitch..put out an ill spit

yo 50 cent im tried of you/
first was wanksta/
thank ya i was sick of that ja fool/
but u losin ya touch out of time/
i got a magic stick called "nine"
cuz i stay in the grind,and on the real your son u thought was yours is really mine/
but keep doin what u doin end up like ja when the streets catch up to him/
talkin bout slangin and smokin blunts/
talk shit 50 aint it enuff im startin to think this "thug image" is a bluff/
better-worded a publicity stunt

Young spadez think he ill enough to go at 50,
When your rhyme styles shitty keep it in the south bitch,
I'll take your shoes off 2 kick you in tha mouth with,
Calm down kid you ain't ready for a big dog,
I came 2 scar you gettin ripped on,
Knocked out cold and pissed on,
Look at rap and you'll see tha bullshit ATL breeds,
Ludacris and this faggot named Jermaine Dupri,
And some unheard nigga go by tha name of young spadez,
Your rhymes need a touch up fuck i'll give em a fade,
You no longer have tha right to speak nobodies name.

Mr. Mayhems annoying me with his whack ass lyrics/
keep talkin shit that you nice, well then spit it/
A newbie to this rap game :retarted and whack/
died of an overdose smoking an ounce of crack/

get at me,
You fruity mutha fuck look at your name,
Talkin bout whack rhymes i don't know how you a heavy weight,
You from tha birthplace of hip hop but you put it to shame,
Right now i know puns turning in his grave,
When you come at me,
Bitch boy you better come hard,
Think about tha shit you put in your dumb ass bars


You don't want it unless you tryin 2 see your fourth loss get back nigga.