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You love my style man... So uh... stop ya bitchin...
Grammatix? funny how ya names a contradiction... ya crosses missin... Like Ishe vs. The Latin Snake... ain't a threat. to you...knockin a wack off... is how u masturbate... |
c'mon son... you don't wanna it... this is my thread...I run it
bitin' more than you can chew but i see you ain't got the stomach that shyt that you talkin?...done it...so homie slow down a bit it's just a phase you yungins go through...one day you'll grow out of it i ain't ya everyday average...i'm savage when i be lacing ya cabbage and manage to damage ya... remember who ya facin' |
When i roll up, Hold the Nine-Tight//
This may be Ill-Grammatix thread...But this Is My-Site// I told you before Im new to RV but Not-To-The-Game//You gonna know im murderous, When i put the MAc-To-Ur-Brain// My money Stacks-IS-Insane// When I'm on the beat, I Make one Track-and-Its-Fame// Its not me, Its my Raps-That-are -to-Blame/// ROllin in ur hood and be Snatchin-Ya-Chain//...Im a O.G |
how you gone claim ta own shit andhalf the niggas here could own you, lookin atcha past record(10-8) and im sincerely hopin that youve grown(10+8=18) too, getcha shit blown through, and i aint talkin bout blow guns, im talkin bout big ole tumors thata leave you with NO lungs, hold on, close ya eyes and pray as you might God still got a few tricks, but the biggest one he pulled on you was tellin you,that you, had ill grammatix.......... |
u niggas obviously lack skill...my money go passed mills
otto "mouth neva see lights" even wit a "match in his grill" PreZ on top...dis nigga young'n ain old enuff his mouth frail so keep talkin "shit" i'll make ya face come out ya crack .......til ya teeth peel! asked Lawinski......yep! otto still chokin on bill! (clinton) |
listen here grammatix, get the Hell-Out//
Hes *Back In*business, So obviously he Fell-out// fell Off-Tha-Charts, Im Hot-from-Start// Listen Prick... When i Spit-Them-Clipz// It'll SHift-Ya-Lips, So u can kiss my Ass-Bro// u 'talk shyt' you mouth should be your Ass-Hole// I stack Doe, he stacks Pennies-And-Bucks// Pass me the gat and I'll Semi-it-up// Theres gunna b a picture on RV for YOU, Sayin in Memory-Of... |
preZidict, Wen i clap at u, u better know the Word-Lean//
He picked his name But doesnt know what the Word-Means// Im tellin you now, Dicts-Demished// Ur verses are wack, Atleast Fix-ur-Finish// I dont need to, im a boss, And Im Strictly-business// One hit will have you coughin up your Lungs-Bitch// I Bun(Burn)Pricks// MAtter a fact...Im out...I Won-This |
lmao fam u don't even listen to your own lines
i could tell...cuz ya first bar consisted of no rhymes! how da fuck u merkin me dunn? u must be stupid nigga got "shot wit a black arrow" n called it an "African cupid"! u not fuckin wit PreZ...last breath? nigga u been dead! a known fag, ya bitch "soft" so u told her get "hard" between da legs i'm goin soft as fuck on u dunny |
Keep talkin shyt...I'll hit you wit a Two-Piece-tazor//
he acts like he's famous, But hes a Groupie-Chaser// look at his Siganture, Talkin bout Lighter-Handz// ur verses are Tired-Man// if you were on my label, I would say Your Fired...Damn NIGGGA |
BLAH <<< dats what i think of ur lines so quit scrap
ya shits wack!...i could kill u wit 2 bars even if i didnt rap! thats pathetic but i kinda feel sorry for u kid cuz u swear u nice just because u quoted jigga in ya sig! blastin nines?? why waste a bullet on this fag...?? thought "readin da source" would make u spit betta..... ........so he stapled his "brain 2 da mag"! magazine...NIGGGA! |
This Is*Youngin-Fresh*, yo ur Shit-Played//
Im "young-N-Fresh" and still plenty of Hits-Made// I got tha sig from JAda not Jigga, So get your Shyt-Strait!! Ima "Rock & Roll" like Jimmy HENDRIX// He says 'he blows shyt', He doesnt blow gats, he blows Mens-Dick// Ima bout to Dismantle-him//Imma blast the 4-5th, and leave a Clip in his ABDOMEN!!! ~NIGGGA~ |
lol all u good for is feedin off people lines loser
step 2 me, its guarenteed u'll "croak soon" like "aging roosters" rhymes come 2 my mind freely...u gotta think extra hard u have no punches, personals, nor creativity...how u beatin me dogg? never expected dis lame 2 respond...wow u got balls?? i aint even stressin dis kid...when he rhyme it makes no sense at all! true story...NIGGGA! |
PreZidict This nigga claim he hard for years you had weak lines Can't figure out what race i am so u bite the color of my rhymes Stop Trippin' and step back cause i hit the record book hard Wait for me to throw another punch and all u'll see is birds & stars Youngin-fresh is wack to jada not jigga nigga u a wigga And was that a difficult word and it will take u weeks to figure Wow chill out son don't let a prep town get to ya damn head My punches leave u dead and way further than a underground bed |
aha...we writin books now?? dis a cypher nigga u mad dumb
merked him so bad his "text crossed over" like Sauce from And-1 juelz sig?? thought u looked familiar..but Hoodz_1 y frown?? talkin bout race..nigga u "cant be serious" like pathelogical clowns! and if u dont get dat last line, lol just leave rappin alone cuz wit ya "hands tied up on nines" u'd just be a "faggot on phones" think about it then reply...it makes *sense* lol |
lol nice ayo Prez.....been meaning to hit a battle up with ya.....so watcha say my nig......nigga TuNiT never even repleid to the battle so wat up???
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chea wheneva we both online set it up or remind me n i'll set it up....
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What the fuck these bitches thinkin... Drop a verse lil bitches quit PM-in... Dissalusioned visions of lil cunts who waste my time... The two of them fused together could barely piece together 1 rhyme... Mixin with the devils of the underground ain't advisory prezIbitch.. I done grounded tonnes of you mutha fuckers who thought they were sick... Man you as weak as lil Cassidy commin little girls to his hotel room... You left at 7 his ass gone from 5 to 50 pence, left with a lil more room... |
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ayo, ima give you one warning/ Dont ever rap again// so i ask you your same question/ what the hell were you thinkin// when you wrote that keystyle, it damn sure wasn't rap// don't rhyme room wit room bitch you really need slapped// you need to go back to where you realize you were good// and say no go and do something else like you should// cuz you can't rap for shit/and if that was your best// when you wanted to be a rapper you should've second guessed// because trust me...that this isn't hot// and if dude don't diss you...you might as well damn be shot// because damn...just reading that it causes me pain// and for the kid that you dissed concider yourself slain// |
funny verses these pussies spittin..damn u tickle me cat YoungPhrophecy u rap like da "joker"..now "riddlemethat" u faggots got no heart wheres ya soul? i stole ya insides so ugly, these niggas like "nocturnal creatures" .....................only come out when its night time YES loser that was one line, cant rap should let ya sig spit cuz at least "Jay-Z" had one or two decent lines in da "Blueprint" seriously... |
been here a few days and every since its been evident, ^this dude thinks he's heaven sent when ottomatically i could dead this PREZiDENT, shit Prez a Dict, and that last shit lost you major points, and the last line of ya sig took away the rest, republicans only say he's the best, only drop masterpieces when he's laid ta rest, Otto put change ta ya flesh, have you rippin off ya shirt like Hulk hogan, you beat me stop smokin, OOPS, i musta misunderstood that thought, dog mouth was not open............ |
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You talkin all that game like you gon do somethin/ but in reality i backed you and you ain't do nothin// Now you fire at me sayin i'm a joke/ listen, i haven't even begun what you quote// (beat change) I'll smash you son like my name was gallegher// you throw weak lines, as a brandish my X-Caliber// throw in the beat 2// Helpless what's i leave you// I'm like ya shadow, cousin i'm always on the creep dude// Nothin you say or do can ever phase me// and i'm lovin the cut on "riddle me dat" that delt wit Jay-Z// I'll give you probs but that's all you gettin// Friends or allies, neva that, kickin straight fyia, fury what i'm spittin// |
Phrophecy u like what twelve?...ya name ya moms jus yelled
u not old enough 2 push weight let alone talk about bein in jail personally, i think u wack......but dats my own opinion i'm satan son no one'll stop me from sinnin n otto u know u weak cuz i used no punches yet i'm still winnin! aha...show respect |
yes....ok...3-0... so you've done decent since your arrival on rv
but your methods lack... like be'n the mayne(main)revival of b.e.t i say some complex shit like my crap has engineering composites n ill say it again since ya in-depth(in-def), u n talent...are opposites attract-in dont apply to ya wit, but ya fake with text(techs)like thug brits dont shrug bitch, ill have ya neck bra(bro) like when you hug ya moms tits . . lol,....... |
aha Daz ya records not perfect...u's a hell of a prick
u not original, its a CYPHER..y da fuck u edit ur shit? still considered a rookie, so u should follow ur steps "what defines a vet?..somethin called mutual respect!" ^dat u lack alot of, i neva see nobody quotin ya bull u couldnt even de-"feet-retards" if u "stepped on their drool" ........lol........1,2,3 |
well i guess i hit this cat where it hurts..
i mean he called me a prick, so i guess hes the bitch in the skirt i thought you'd try to be more complex but why bother, i mean i know its impossible "i see your text" sayin my rec aint perfect, only on the surface cuz if you had half the respect i got, you be perdy nervous . |
dis nigga aint touchin me wit his weak lines, fareal
face it daz, ur flows like da artic..while mines is Brazil one line took ya life easy like suicidal ppl on tightropes got u provoked, u always "choke" on bars like a "jails in ya throat" my flow ain't gotta be perfect, but every time i spit daz realizes his "brains washed up" like he got da "mind of a sink" .........simple? |
well, 22 minutes later you post , at least you aint pussy
just damn slow, simple? askin my advice or being pushy? honestly, read ya text to yaself, see if ya impressed cuz i only liked one bar...................n thats a stretch...! work on ya werdplay, n stay away from played concepts cuz until you do, go out n play on your front porch steps... . personals get you a win... 1 bar was aight, the edit line.. the rest was iffy son....pz |
lmao i'm mad he tryna play me, dude admit it...i'm sick
he dont own a toilet..no wonda RV ends up seein his shit i need wordplay?? well..u need work on originality cuz all ur bars "lack thrill"..none of its erousin me! {no homo} if its one thing i'm convinced about is u have no life cuz u sat here all dis time waitin 4 me like a faithful wife .....???...... |
nah actually ive posted in all the other threads while drinkin
n you just wishfull thiknin, erousin...?..omg your styles sinkin kiddo, the difference between me n you, well theres a few im not homo, gay, fag or wear panties n i co-lead the dopest crew . blah blah, this is through i got better things to do then to diss some1 that trys as hard as you..................pz . you take a while to post lol.... |
take a while 2 post?? u should be happy i'd kill u!
ur wordplays like "magazines"..dey have major "issues"! daz u not touchin my skill, mad..u neva gettin a deal while i'm in studios u still "rest on rv" like its ya sleepin pill honestly i dont try hard cuz everytime u come up soft hate cuz my shit "brightens lives"..urs cuts da lights back off |
AYo Prez Let me get at dis nigga ri quick
Stop fuckin before u catch a .45 cal down south You'll spit more shit like u got chitlins down ya mouth When i refer to u i'll jus Say Daz bitch Daz Bitch dont really want no hollows Daz bitch got more beef than daz bitch can swallow Sooner or later Daz bitch aint gon wanna rap no more Sooner or later daz bitch gon get tapped wit 4 4 Daz bitch think he gangsta cuz he smoked 1 blunt Daz bitch a 50 pet cuz he tought em how to stunt Daz bitch dont wanna know G Life 101 Daz bitch dont wanna throw his life 1 on 1 Cuz nigga take head to my warning Cuz i'll have u feelin more heat when u pee in da morning quick 5 to 10 min keystyle aint nuffin to fret on |
wow, ten minutes to post that trash....your wack!
n prez we all kno you just copyin ya past work, n thats a fact . d-rock, your the wackest cat in this thread.... now i kno why i-g dont post here, fuckin talent str8 up dead.. |
Wow i cant beleive u wanna see da best raps in da thread
U suppose to just diss not spit da realest shit u don said Yeah u may think u roll wit da dopest crew So watcha gon do when all ya dope is threw And if u come around u get cracked at Teens Nite at Da Club And i'll leave u wetter like u tried to squeeses tight in da dub Show talent to receive talent so nigga drop and respect Cuz i'll leave more holes in ya body than ya socks, when i drop clips from my teck Daz bitch need to drop some hot shit before he runs his mouth about other niggas talent..its like callin another bitch a whore street when u been around da block once or twice ya self my nig |
^^your gay, sit your ass on a cock
my passion is hot so i aint trying to be like kidd when im passing the rock let pac die in ya avy, sucking legends like they knew you all that waste of lyrics is only proof you dropping do do |
Typically middle class upper level indiscriminitive crud...
Past ya bed time so I put u to sleep perminantly with a thud... How you pass the rock when you cough blood every toke... I'm still lookin at ya post thinkin its some kind of weak ass joke... I'm passionate bout puttin people in their place no matter what color or race... Cos to ethnics you the minority with that stupid ass look on ya face, disgrace.... Full i kept this crazy line goin like i'ma sit down and snort it... If it was white as me I'd be higher than ya moms lookin all pale an distorted... |
riddles are fah kids play.."somebody tell this fool!"..//
You rappin like kid an play..you a class act..but failed in school// Im a whail on this dude..he slightly confused tho// Ur used flow..get abused..till u black out like a tube blowed..// Ill get you throwed..outtah this place!!!// I spit pimp shit..Hell Ur Gurl luvs it!!!..."I jus clam chowder'd her face!!"// Just call me catalog..I got winter,spring and fall lines// You just like tha watch on ur wrist..You'll always be Small Time!! ^^^Really...Who R U FOOLIN!!!^^^ :nono: |
6 lines to diss you with, is this some kind of joke
i could diss him wit 3 n still leave his ass smoked Ya wack so don't make me loose the will to live blah i'll have him layed out like da dude in his sig You thought u was on top, but ya going down kid thinks his king except he cant afford the crown |
i gotta dis u?, man u dont need it in ya life
i've seen betta personals from obie trice and he has none, u a gangsta?, where ya gun? u have no shot range, bet u see slugz and run homie im dissin u 4real, what u gone do to stop me? NOTHIN AT ALL, might as well get blowed and die in ya sleep! |
oh my god these cats weaker than over diluted juice...
Straight six lines each, and ended up callin truce... Emerica's finest? I'd be surprised if you were utah's brightest... Mental capacity of a peanut and ya friends head is still the lightest... I'll give it to ya Midas, cos everything I touch turns to gold... I'm makin fun of you cos all your bitches be home grown... Get ya whole stinkin county in one room on fathers day... Only one guy gets a card cos the women worked him out that way... You an ya rhymes ain't never gona elevate they jus decapitate... So go back to ya bedroom wiv ya gay porn an jus masturbate... |
Ur emericas finest-an, that is'nt rhymin-son..
Good luck in ur battle verse shard-mate, hes gunna make u look like shark-bait.. Dont spark-late in the park-late when its dark-mate.. Cuz people react when u use raps like that u end up shanked.. |
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