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insert a dagger into ya chest and start splinterin ya team
wit ur rhymes all blurry...got us all squinting at screens i'll start printin ya spleen after i rip ya organs 'n letters wit the breeze 'n if that guy imported ya style..then that shit better have been free you the small fish here,and i'm still able to start rippin ya big 'n cripple ya sigs...shit...you got a man puckerin his lips in ya sig. |
This Intro sticks to the walls, I write in blood thats thick...
I'll crush his dick and his balls when I get to 65th bricks.... All up in his defense, Im quarterbacking this stint...but.. Sometimes I get Brett Farve the way I'm throwin up Ints.... How do I attract fly's, and get covered in piss did I miss??? In the talent pool, bitch, you get ate up by Guppy fish!!!! Ohhhh.....damn...I'm twisted take this knife here an twist it... Right in your back like sticking butter in a biscuit....proficient.. With the mic tools...I break fools like dude...yeah you.... You aint never cool...like Summer school, I cut your class... Wipe my finger above your lip with shit to make a moustache..' This dudes as useless as a souvineer shop momento... Everybody skips over you, who gives a fuck about ya open mics or track Intro..? cuz everyone see nk dumb like cailforina-bimbo's.... |
355 post and u ant grows none //
my flows sick homie they grows son// light weight bitchs lu get suffed cut into to like bricks// homies like u get fucked up in the streets just like a bitch// im a king when it comes to punch line jokes// somthin likecris rock on his lunch time shows// i eat up emcees im abeast of the gutter// fesating on blood of cypher cats muost are dead already so lifes amother fuck-a// |
you might spot me on the cypher
or spot me in a battle with people i dis-like-ya but you'll never see me bow... even with a stomuch full of pain shot go throu ya brain, N the sounds of the sheels hiting the floor i'll sound like rain with tommy gun or uzi, which ever i choise see to let off like a fat-bitch that's part of my groupie with eyes blood-shot red like cup of red-death and the way i spit fire is like i master the book of chief i'll run ya pack, give me ya stacks, then im out hater mad cuz i drop out of school when i realise trees can make paper to 1,000 dagrees i might take-ya then turn it up a notch and have people all around viewing... like a block-watch CHEA!!!!! |
Who cares about ya block..no one living there caters-to-your-plots
How you gutter..residin at headquarters for neighborhood-watch Within the suburbs..stab ya ribcage so deep..your lungs-punctured Pussies oppose with riddles..this no batman or robin dumb-fucker Once-covered in body bags...it's no change..you'll praise-the-circle Or get ya puny brain in a glass case..like krang from ninja turtles Riddle-me-this..why I belittle-this-snitch..put em in trunks of caravans Cuz he love spongebob..run laps around em til this square-pants |
you wack, i stack, you lack so grab my sack,.. N you insult me?
see i dont have to try to force-flow.... like all ya multy fuck ya metaphores, shit are all weak N lame its like u pose as a clown... cuz everyone laugh'es when i speak ya name ya tracks.... like sleep'in on a train.... when i peep ya fame, so even high-heels are above the peak of ya game you'll leak like crack tubs N lines you dudes is lyin, u'r like scoopy doo... sniff'in 4 lines im the killah so i'll snip ya crimes N give you a watch to rob later.... like im bring back-time smash ya skull... N box it up like cerial im serious-yo, so when you go to bit... it'll be from ya-self you beef like its good for ya health so after this flame verse, i'll spit N put you out my-self CHEA!!!! |
your ryhmes defined by your own name//
fraud get shot on my black trying to dcoded my name / your flows is simplictly understood ta see , in ant from the streets// so to you a couple words and a mean mug is some beef// i run trackes around homies like dued// this homie got fagget ryhmes dike like crew// im tight no play write to compet with and i bet shit like anal prob in bitches// my flow just comes to me as do the hoes to my dick and that isnt in-fitctions// thats the truth like the holes in my bullit poff mind// becaace already took to and motha fuck-a im still alive// |
why bitch, forget it and continue to spit
cuz even the blind can see how this rap-shit gets me a grip gets me fames.... plus a bounch of fags to rip and this is a freestyle... imgane how my pre-written gets this type of battle style i master-ya cuz i'll deposit a whoop'in befor the match.... like a pre-paid-mater-card *get it* CHEA!! lets go.... :evilgrin: LOOK MAN, :shocked: you want my line streach or short, im a hustler with coke, the way im strech'in-shorts but u'll get put in a strech(er) if u short the way im pulling ya cards, its like im streching ya short's and i NOSE ya LINE aint CONNECT'IN... like a fin stress'in to snort its like im in a room full of god the way i get bless'in from all sort and it aint a GAME when i leave you with just ya ball's on the court.... CHEA LOOK MAN, :shocked: im mean when i rap, the fens get attached the beam on relacks, sheels u can catch bail befor i crack, u tell then u're snatch'ed you snail's i'll get lap'ed, then nail'ed with a bat you faile then u lack, kid-nap-ya then mail ya back u a rob hustler that cant fill-the-block ya flow CURRENT... but i dont FEEL A SHOCK ahh fuck it i need to stop....... cuz u'll be ducking low like u need a COCK.... CHEA!!! mother fucker :cussing: who fuck'in with me? |
so u admit u rip dueds//
fucking fraud fuckin wit a real emcee froma real crew// get pop and locked in zip locks last site seen was my gage in your grill// i pop more white and black people then theses mother fuckin pills // it only takes me secounds to rekem exept the realm to be lite// because bitches thats hoe like u are to esy to rip// 6 bars and no brows u dead kid simpley// after leaveing holes in ur body ooff my shody now ur hole face is dimpleing// |
I'll rip u to peices and kill you wit this..label u a deadned herb
cos i thought ur name was unoriginal ......until i read ya verse....... that shit should be a curse...it's so whack,for real ...I reckon it but hey...maybe I'll give ya respect when ya tell me what a secound is ur verse is just plain shit...look at ur rec..u never won cus u can;ts & u talkin about guns so much when ya missin one in ya pants |
CHEA porably MEAN CAnt HANDLE earths artions kid//
i fill your eyes with dark x's not anal just like a inclips// im a helmsman wit bricks/ tell all yawl mans that i can ship-em clips// this is isnt a game of chest and if i was i be makein moves// takin lifes kiiling packs and killing troops |
u sound like a kid mad that his mom took away his cards to play
ur tardy today.......and game of chest?...what the fuck!?!..are you gay? cos u appear so today....I'll unload a whole rhyme on ya shooked team and u capatalizin some words in ya 1st line to look mean?? :bored: that's wat it seems...cos if ur rhymes sposed to be street..then u a bum wit spits 'n read ya shit again....................you still talking about guns and shit? :YAAAWWWN: |
At least ya won't try dissin me, turn around & compliment like most-frauds
Still your lines not straight..they got more wrinkles than old-broads Drown ya sorry ass so deeply, you'll alert the coast guard for assistance Named natural killa when ya artifically harmless..why ya honestly spittin I promise incisions like morticians..decimate the heart this trans-plants If I battled by tradition..I couldn't determine if a bitch or man-stands Cause he's fragile as glass sets wrapped by UPS..execute-this-pest If royalty relies on em..it shows 'dollar sign..point seven-two' check |
ur mom mad she made u..and even more so at how u wanna live it up
and it's not that i don't know wat ur sayin.............it's just I don't give a fuck leave u sittin wit no luck...ur a garbage can for me to just fire my junk rhymes in cuz look at ur record...do you need me to tell u where Front Lines is...? before...I was rippin newbs..and now u come..so i guess I'm back to herbs & just look at ur words....it's crystal clear to me......................................that ur nerd |
Expose this fraud like matlock, for smokin more crackrocks
Than pookie on new jack city..lock em in jails wit padlocks Rapverse hates-ya-rhythm..I'm here destroyin ya faith-&-vision I realize your flow so ignorant..you'll attempt to race-for-finish And don't quite make it..feels similar to being choked-by-Satan Goals snapped in a 2nd..like a shortshop legs broke-by-bases Ya need to stop-cuz, ya family'll get hot-ones..they're not-drugs Turn your brain, a soft-sludge..popped-once from shotguns Your techniques steel wacker than shaq's, I know you ain't shit Even wit patience..I make ya fake-script ineligible & too-tainted |
Clear that you the type to start running from where the ladies go
when the best punch ya got...is from matlock...an 80's show..?:bored: I'll see better skills on radio,u weak,ya ass is 100% mainstream 'n I ain't trying to be mean..but ur forcing multis so much,it's a pain-see? ur flow's all foggy and rainy & i'm the opposite..I was born to strike & how would u know if RV hate me or not...when ya neva on the site |
Your style's marchin-to-prove it'll harm me, but it hardly-will-bruise
Natural Killa, realize I'm not a nerd..but still smarter than you I surpass ya greatest already..you don't understand it honestly Don't get angry your fame's smaller than baby ants in colonies Your teeth grit like hominy..only to shatter like glass in ya mouth K-Trini & Deranged..& whatever alias is what I'm sarcastic about Bad enough this killa's a bitch-actually...catch on his introspections It's like cassidy's concept of split personality..on the internet-done |
know 'bout K-Trin & D-range?..so wat..?..in call-outs YOU ran...
cos I don't know u..but u know me...so I guess I got a new fan (;)) so lemme give u a tan..and a beatin to go along wit this fire i spit cos shit....................you still wit spittin lines,think anyone's feeling it ur just a nerd...face it...'n it's past ur bed time..stop bein so hyper wit ya rattles & i dun care if u an alias,bitch...i'll still merk u in the cyphers AND in battles |
Stop frontin like pharell & weather-fronts..none of ya shit was clever-once
I'm potrayin-the-rest...when you were payin-for-sex..it was never-cunts Involved in your fruity-flow..I bet you never stepped foot in a studio I wouldn't save ya pitiful life..if I was given million dollar at best, ho Cause you're not worth it, like fucking your girl daily..this pussy too-loose It's like sumo wrestlers against midgets..you can't push me to lose |
U don't know me...I'll not only torture u..but also point a gun at ur seeds
& wtf?..u talkin 'bout savin MY life... .........when your own one is in need..???... & yea...i've never been in a studio....i ain't gon deny it...i'll go 'n tell. but based on YOUR skills....I'm sure you've never been in one as well ur rhymes would never sell...you just deserve a big smack,bitch but ur right.....I can't push u.....................cos i never could move a fat kid |
Even as a disciplinary father..ya flow'll never take-out-a-beating
I have no kids..ya better blow ya broad's brains-out for cheatin You rap disgrace, ax ya coffin while you in it..piss on ya-tombstone Bruise your corpse black & blue..ya got the hook-up as two-toned Might as well use condoms for your skully, when periods start Multilate ya at dark..before I dump ya off in mysterious parts Why ya keep comparing? Only differences are I smoke ganja And this guy feedin off my shit..worse than a baby koala |
u spittin shit when makin no sence,so tell me..is that all you do?
cos damn.............I seen castrated men wit bigger balls than you have u mauled 'n bruised,but then again..u already the rotting prick and u rappin on the net,through ya mouse... .......but ur rhymes still ain't got a click.... and stop playin,nigga...u don't smoke ganja.............you smoke cock & u keep posting 20 mins after me...like you trying to "choke clocks" |
All I do?..Exterminate ya non talented raps to, no existence
Asked to pull out boxing gloves..& ya hands go for mittens Too cold for submission..slice ya deep as the white-meat Amputate ya & put ya head on car hoods..go sight-see All ya verses expect-to-fade my style?..they connect-to-gay.. Protect-ya-shame..expectin battle with no respect-to-date Molest-ya-dates before they ring ya doorbells..let that whore-tell How you buy your own discs like mike jackson to import-sales |
u sayin I got no talent as a punch?..HA..you need help
cos you see...to recognize talent .......you've got to have some urself... You been here since april...and no one knows who the fuk u is and then have the nerve to say i get no respect?..wat the fuk is this? and take a look,i ain't even takin u serious...ur just a big 'ol bore thinkin ya said sumtin in ya raps?...nah..i think ya sig told more Blah...1. |
Coming to kill us all, that dream you snooze on, wake up out it
Your flows so trash..I seen raccoons hang around it Numbness runs from waist down, ya lyrics becomin lunch I did more here than you did in ya life, & it wasn't much I don't need signatures..to rid of your checks & balances You too stupid to do the math like the tests in calculus |
rendor this the takeover...blah believe it?? natural killa??
u Handled Xtortion with Eaze??........................................ ..........................left called for Nurse cuz you Factual hilla(healer for you dumb people) leave myself wide open..if u believe beatin me is soft stem write 18 Letters cuz 26 minus 8 = the times i wil RAK-HIM(rock him..rakim..dumbies) go give you time to rite The Book of your Life, MS. Keaton(an author...dumbies lol) cuz only thing worse then your verse....peeps you beatin blah |
maybe ur just whack...or maybe you just lookin for a way to go out
'n it's not that u don't need sig's...it's just u don't know how I brought fire to this match...and I'm the one wit the tightest shit and u talkin about my life...when you ain't even got the slightest grip' my writing sticks...ur's slide off...meet me for real,I'll have u jumping ship & u making a punch on math and calculus...wat the fuck is that shit? |
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ambush 'n attack......mold ur spine up 'n shit 'till ya whole back just rots & I don't even wanna know who the fuk you is...you whack..just stop ur rhymes are anything but hot...go to bed......give ya nerves a flex U givin a tutorial for ur punches...when the shit ain't even complex BAsing a whole verse on my sig...u must be one my admirers in line it's a first for me...that in this thread,i got complimented in some1's rhymes. |
thank you for doin that cuz i thought the one after mine was for me...i was like what the fuck lmao
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don't think we cool or nutin..i still hate u & ur crew of bums & u only said "wat the fuck"...because you so dumb ur rhymes just flat out suck..and ur style is blank too I dissed you.....so then wtf you saying thank you?!? must be feelin blue...lookin at me spit..knowin u can't perfect it and i though X-tortion was the gayest person alive ............but i stand corrected.... |
Kids got a dentist descent, he's nothin but filla'
..Ya verse is ass ass in, no wonder u a natural killa |
Aint noone up in here a bum but you ya fucking bitch
Another fucking negro trying to make it mutherfucking rich Well you aint gonna make it so give up "Natural Killa" I feel bad for you your rhymes suck just like mine stupid nigga but you still act like you the shit, That's what you think Ya fucking black ass smells like shit,..... it fucking stinks Fuck you man I bet Defined could take ya flow and make 10 times better With his flow scare ya ass out of ya skin and get some dirty black ass leather |
lol, your wack..
I'll whore this punk, runnin' corner from dusk to dawn.. ..& I'd kill you, but then who's gonna mow my lawn? Shit's too easy son, You wonder how i get so fly, Like an eagle.. You should know, after all you're a mexican guy.. * *look at the flag :p |
your all over the net. shit i bet ya score em
but rapverse aint losin members ..............when i say the loss is totally forum just peep ya sig. better believe thats rough cause you The One and Only guy who sucks that much your out of my league. its true that your the worst I'llist the wackest on the site & guess who came in first your just bad dude. devil must've cursed him we can understand html code better than your verses |
couple shot in ya head i'll help you be L.iving I.ll ya dig
so when you pose dead, i'll save it....cuz you.have.to.love.my.sig and i dont mean to act big but why drop down a couple of ranks? to spit at a nigga who try's to follow my bear-foot step like shabaranks and when u see red-light..... it aint a traffic-stop just a couple of thugs that help make ya asthma-stop open ya lungs and extend ya tubs and put every singel screaming sound on my interlud cuz my hawk like a bitch thats IN-TO-YOU she aint appealing, but i'll still get attach'ed N make you poor-out ya feeling with so many bodys in a bag, you would think i was drug-dealing.... EZ!! |
Poor ol fraud, this shits got him bitin names an sigs././
Only one dead is him the only grave he's diggin is his././ Whats wiv this kids style of doin different lengthed lines?././ Ones hung like an errection the others as weak as his rhymes././ Keep shit simple an straight to the point, ain't no blood on ur mic././ Take a walk through my hood got D-Block lookin like Erkle in a fight././ My rhymes fly straight no debate on whether my punches hit././ Cos if the first punch don't connect then I'll follow wiv a kick././ |
you know the name, glad to see i have fans... * yea!!*
but danm im cool, since ya sig tell's u want a kiss from a man im not a fruit basket and this aint for gays N i aint got no problems with bust-in slugs from hes lap to hes braids riddle-me-this.... why the fuck do a fag like you exsist? probley to help dick-ryders learn 2 blow from they lips :spit: get to the point fine, why u talk like u blast the nine cuz what you blast-from ya mind should be the only thing thats a crimes...DUHHHHHH hahaha i waste no effort on u |
To L.I.
Kid's a rejected piece of shit... I'll beat the fuck out this fart Wanna be the greatest? You missin an A in the start (A.L.I.) Dude there's one and only, the illist.. Don't sweat it g Shyts like the picture under ya name.. you're a 1-avy me.. Ak-47? shit them gun plays are outta place, but I'll be gunnin' Even for dislexics, It's clear to see, this cat can Eye. L's....so he saw this comin' |
LMAO!!! @ this herb, ignoring posts to hit a vet..
going punch for punch, but I ain't seen you hit him yet.. u stupid fuck, its clear ure an alias, don't hide it.. ya opponents are like ure herbness..and u just dont fight it.. what the fuck at these 6 lines, yo now i'm through.. cuz this incredibly wack verse, is only outdone by you.. ..werd.. ~_~ |
Back up K-mart, this boy easily could serve you,
Your the wekest link, your peers do not prefer you, They defer you, Laugh when my flow stir you. Turn you black and blue, Listen up Queen Solo, You are out now, worn down like last years polos. Dont recognize the brand? i expected it, for real, You get your back up punches from my uncle at goodwill. -One |
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