i'm gonna come and set fire to ya whole hood/

your style stiff like it's made outta wood, but not that hard, and not that good.

i spit venom in your eyes like tell a vision



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peace holla back

my lines,they'll draw a line between you and me/
on one side the illest,on the other, the wackest/

you could neve spit something hot if you were a fire breather,
go back to biting your flows by listening to lots of ether

u couldn't spit even if u had hyper sensative saliva glands//

wow what a punchline, thats all it really is.... a sentence with no rhymes, go RESEARCH some more and come back another time

read the tread dumbass

non readin fools fuckin up the game but like a blind man fuckin fat chicks they get fucked just the same

LOOK AT UR LINES, U JUST GETTIN MESS UP FROM A BABY-LINE
U AINT TEACH NO EMCEE HOW TO SPIT, BUT WHENI HIT UR SPINE
UR BACK AND LINES WOULD RE-A-LINE

TAKE UR GAY ASS BACK TO THE DUMPSTER
CUZ THIS GANGSTER
BE HITTIN UP HEADS OFF THEN WHO DOM'WHOSAIN

i didnt understand a word u said,its prolly cuz i "pounded" ur head//
from my point of vu, it weighs less than a fish head//

i bring heads, i chop them off; bones & tisue
lyi on the table, ur unable to funcation, when i rip u like 'tisue'//

u bring heat, its like i beat u down, in front of ur "crew-clown(s)"
u cant take me down or put me down//

i'll cut out ur vocal-cordz, blow ur fingers off; tendents & nevers
hang there, like i just leave ur punchlines dry on clothes line//

u emcee cant beat me, u stand there like goof
ur rhymes are wack, i sniff more crack-lines and they aint a spoof//

i pump ur heart; daggers & knives stick out of ur chest
float through ur veins,
its like im cuttin down the dead-vines,
i wear a s-on my chests, im the vet, i kill u with my vest
i leave emcees like u down, my words are more iller
then a helicoptor-copin ur body up, faster
the my rhymin words descrips as weapson//

I think u must be blind cuz the thread says only one punchline//
but if u want to waste ur time,go ahead and keep spiting ur unrhyming rhymes//

wtf man maybe ur blind u cant seee ur own punclines

wtf u talkina bout

these are all punch lines

quote:

i bring heads, i chop them off; bones & tisue
lyi on the table, ur unable to funcation, when i rip u like 'tisue'//

u bring heat, its like i beat u down, in front of ur "crew-clown(s)"
u cant take me down or put me down//

i'll cut out ur vocal-cordz, blow ur fingers off; tendents & nevers
hang there, like i just leave ur punchlines dry on clothes line//

u emcee cant beat me, u stand there like goof
ur rhymes are wack, i sniff more crack-lines and they aint a spoof//

i pump ur heart; daggers & knives stick out of ur chest
float through ur veins,
its like im cuttin down the dead-vines,
i wear a s-on my chests, im the vet, i kill u with my vest
i leave emcees like u down, my words are more iller
then a helicoptor-copin ur body up, faster
the my rhymin words descrips as weapson//

calm down dawg im just spiting

see that i don got u all mad

I rock so much ice, I gotta wear a winter jacket/
I'm so ahead of my time, I stop myself before I acted...

that was some nice "shit"but the word says it all,"shit"//

my rymes rulleeee

2pac 'n' nas are shit they can't rap

2pac 'n' nas are shit they can't rap
.................................................. ...
2pac 'n' nas are shit they can't rap
.................................................. ...
ALL U RAPPERS ARE GAY

mc danny ur lyrics are so "weak" my sister could jump you//
u spit small words that makes me think of you as mini-me two//

AYO,

IM SOME 'FAT KID', U CANT DIS ME, U CANT KILL ME, U CANT PUT ME DOWN
I KILL EMCEES LIKE U WITH MY TEARS, I JUST UNLISH MY THOUGHTS TAKIN THIS FONY-CLOWN
BACK DOWN TO THE HELL HOLE WHERE THIS "ILL" EMCEE CAME FROM UNDERGROUND//

MY LYRICALY-THOUGHT-OUT-IMAGES MURDER UR WEAK ADVERESS-ILL-NESS
ITS LIKE U JUST WANT TO BE BUM WITH UR TUM UP, U DICK 'RIDING' GAMES ARE POINT-LESS//

I WENT TO SCHOOOL KNOW AS THE FAT-K.I.D(EE)
U CAN RIP ME, I LEAVE UR MIND IN THE DUST,
WITH THOSE ANNOYING LINES ITS LIKE THEY ARE JUST PURE RUST
I KNOW I MUST BE THE BEST, CUZ I'LL TAKE U DOWN, WHEN I THRUST
THREW UR 'LINES' I LEAVE U SPEACH-LESS, I'LL JUST LEAVE THIS INGRAVEMENT ON UR GRAVE "R.I.P(EE)"

IM SOME WACK KID, BUT MY 'ID' SAYS IM 'SPIRIT', THATS COOL RABBIT
GRABS MORE EMCEES TO THE TABLE, ONE BY ONE RABBIT GOES THROW UR INTENURAL-ORGAN-BULLSHIT
I KNOW RABBIT & SPIRIT BE MORE ILLER THEN UR MOTHERS HOME COOKIN APPLE PIE, ITS JUST PURE SHIT//

U CANT HIT US EVEN IF WE WERE 2 FEET IN FRONT OF UR FACE, UR LINES
JUST MISS 'US', ITS LIKE U TRY TO HARD TO BE LIKE 'U-2' CUZ ITS US-2 VS U-2 FAGGETS, UR PUNCHLINES
AINT HURTN-SHIT, SO QUIT UR BULLSHIT-JACK-IN-THE-BOX-PUNCH-LINES//

IF I WAS BLIND I COULD FLOW MORE RITHMICAL-NOUNS
WHEN I SPIT THE SUBLIMINAL WORDS THEY SOUND
MORE ADVESE THEN UR WEAK THRID GRADE SHIT, I RUB UR RIBS INTO THE GROUND
RHYME AFTER RHYME RABBIT GRABS UR FEET, TIES U DOWN
WITH HIS "ONE-LINE-PUNC-LINE", ITS LIKE RABBIT SPITS A POETRY-LINE
IT HITS LIKE A "MISSLE" DAMAGIN UR LUNGS WHEN I SPIT TOXICICATED-LINES
I INFECT UR MINE MAKIN UR SPINE HURT EVERY-WHERE, U CANT COMPARE UR HUMP-DY-LINES
TO MOTHER-GOOSE, SHE WAS THE CREATOR, AND IM THE TURMENNATOR WITH THE LOGICAL-MINE(d)

I 'ENTER' "DEATH", I 'BACKSPACE' UR RHYMES CUZ A PLUMBER WOULD 'DELETE'
UR FABLES IN ONE 'SPACEBAR' I BACK-TRACK 'SHIFT' I RAN U OVER WITH THE ELITE
VERSE RABBIT SPIT, I HIT 'F5' TO REFRESH MY MIND, I HIT 'TAB' TO JAB
UR GUT WITH MY "UP-AIROW" I STAM ON THE 'CAP-locks' I'VE TOOKN U OUT WITH A SINLGE 'SCROLL-LOCK'
I TAKE U DOWN WITH MY BOTTONS EVEN A ORGAN FLOWS MORE POWERFUL WORDS
THEN U HITTIN ON A BILL BOARD//

damn they asked for a punchline not a punchbook,
last time you spit something it landed on your foot

^^lmao
mystic your long flows more useless to you then blind dates guide to dating/
Or martha stewart's shut-the-fuck-up for healthy living

mystic this aint no prewrite freepost/
take your shit and throw it off the face off the westcoast

Yo Iced you miswell sit back and chill cause R-Rated is about to go in for da kill/
I'm like sunrays..my lyrics are so hot they melt ya name...you like da Wizards.. cause dawg you ain't got no game /
Your style is further back then the birth of moses..nigga your shit is soft and sweet like roses /


aight dats enough..

pEace

But yo Iced...you gone join my crew man? I wrote ya PM...so what ya gone do?

pEace

u aint no eminem so go take ur tight ass jeans and dance routines back to queens!

It Ain't Hard For Every1 To See That You Suck..
Ya Hairline's Gettin Jealous Cuz You're Skills Are Receeding So Much...

when i step to the mic i kick mc's over like trees as to hurricanes do when they hit the florida keys

So this is my puch line/
I'll Knock your hearing out wit- a-deaf ryhme/
Don't worry you'll get it back in no time/
Just wear ear plugs when ya hear one-of mine/
I'll shoot ya down without the help of a nine
I'm the illest on the third of the orbiting nine/
Your removed only because your benign/

^^^You're Gay...You'll Get Better Tho

You Thought You Beat Me But Its Like Imaginary Pants..Its Not What It Seams...
Couldn't Beat Me 1 On 1 Not Even With A Dream Team...
Closest You'll Come To A Punchline Is Boxin Wit A Fishin Pole...
You Could Rap On That Train n Still Wouldn't Have "Soul"...

Yo you be like a Fridge in the Desert - tryna keep ya cool
People laugh at you like they did at Hitler's funeral
I extort my thoughts so tight its like cycling shorts
Ill leave your face lookin like apple bobbing in tomato sauce
Juiced will induce ya with bruises that scar ya life
You couldn't be sharp on the mic if ya tongue was a knife
I'll hit u so hard you'll be talking like Freeway
Ur girl given me so many blowJOBS she's on my Curriculum Vitae!

Ya tryin'2step2diss, mutha'fuka, best resist//
Tear ya'head off wit-a-twist, -n- probe ya'wit-a-fist//
Ya'd probably like it coming from ben-dover you botty rover//
In this realm ya flowza R over, left standing like a posser//
Mr. bouce is like yoshinoya-it'z-good2-destroy-ya//
You couldn't beat me even if ya-brought-ya lawyer//
My rhymes will floor'ya tear thru-ya heart-N-beat-it-4ya//
You wannabe nut flocking Tom Sawyer//
Nutt in butt...a-Huckel-Berry ryhme Soldier//


(read into the words)

<Aimed @ MC Phuh Que>
or the person above me, don't take it too serious...

I spit lyrics to make the average rapper quit/ if i eat you and digest you you still wouldnt be shit/

you, you, you, that's all i heard from YOU/
your rhyme is already played out like pokemon and pikachu/

^ha, short and to the point, come on, it's 12:37a.m. for me, i'm way outta it, peace, ima bounce

^lol. Nice even though it was short. Hell its 3:51 a.m her im outta it as hell too. So maybe its not really funny or good, I will have to look when i can see right.

You write shit so dull that when it posts it posts brown.

boy i have ya gurl go up and down like a craftmatic/hook on my come like a crack addict