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That was gay shit right there, I didnt feel it,
I will buy you an opportunity, Then steal It, I will reveal it, That fact that you suck, If this was a real battle, You'd be sure to Duck! What the Fuck, Your avatar Is a million Yrs old. You will always cherrish your lines that I scolled! Peace~ |
now if we battle u suck so they'll neva Vote
And im standin out Puttin shellz in da back of ya throat now u shit outta luck shit don't cuzz ready to say fuck fo me to shut u up i dont even need da hoasta to bust now i got glock rep around wit da houston rocketz and i got shot gunz but i really Refuse to cock it so u dun got lucky next time u bettah apresiate fo i go runnin around town ya momz what kinda-heat-ya-ATE |
My hollo tips will leave yo hole fuckin body lit
and how yo name gonna be cash when u aint got nun of that shit You aint no got damn true balla U the type of nigga when u breakup wit a bitch yo ass is tempted 2 call her Im the greatest and aint nobody on top of me The most money u eva had in yo hand was from monopoly And if u didnt know im wit the R.I.P crew I aint got time 2 battle somebody that got a bed curfue |
Who is this atrocity, breakin down mic's chattin bout curfew?//
Spellin the shit wrong makes him jus look like shit on my shoe// Where the fuck you from, cos I sure wanna be there to put you in ya place// If you gon spit shit back, then say GOD not GOT, before I laugh in ya face// This is the diss the person above you, not self glorification cypher// So if you don't mind goin, jus go ahead an crawl back in ya diaper// If you were anywhere near me i'd maybe give you a bit of credit// But you a wannabe nigga so you don't get shit there, I done said it// |
Now what you gon do. When I step through.
I can't lie so Im'a give it up to you. You got an extended vocabulary. This shit's bout to get scary. Im'a put you in yo place and that be da cemetery, Grab a dictionary. This word you won't comprehend. Nestor muthafucka that means that I win. Now riddle me this and "riddle me that". Milton Keynes what? Tell me where that be at? Never mind cuz that info is unimportant. Throw some baking soda cuz my shit is scorching. |
jack the rip your packin no shit your a skitso your mummas so fat she's startin to look like a hippo you were born brainless this boy is no challenge hes good at doin stuff like suckin his dads bellend you can't reach me all you do is watch ya tv bitch you was............ quoted dumb on ya cv no one wanna cheer cause we don't wanna here bitch has tears in his eyes cause i shot him like a dear |
rippin ya in 6..
Jack Da Rip: you just a dope rook, thats why ya battle in a cypher never able to run with the big dogs, g'luck u singer/songwriter i crush small hoes, your a step-ahead, in that race you'll come first your air explodes, when i clap organs and make ya lungs burst ya lines where rehearsed, why you spit pre-writes like de-javu, all ya seem to be spittin is fake re-types |
You spit six bars on me which is all cool.
"Virture" you understood it, that Im'a dope rook. Your moms yo biggest fan only cuz she loves you. The only person sicker than you is the person above you. That be me. Ima better MC than you are. You right Ima ahead of you can't catch up cuz I'm too far. Im da one rippin you in six. Jack Da Rip |
Your lyrical display is a disgrace, I'm leader of the Hip-Hop crusades/
Tattoo my name on your face to show that my presence wont fade/ you played; A mix of "true colors" like flags that wave at gay-pride parades/ I'll leave this bitch spayde*;Left afraid of the iller kats, so he attempts to evade/ *- He's ball-less, so he's a bitch, and by "spaying" him, he can't pass down his whackness. blah...Aint close to my best...spit back...I wanna see how you contend... |
dis kid wants to rumble with me,but ya bar'z is like kitkat i'll break them i'll savage ya rhymes,like an fat boi is ready for ya lunch ya bars i'll eat them kid cant even flow,if he'd fucked with mother nature u couldnt blow my rhymes (windy) ya punches wont lock me like braces ,u cant even be an legend if u went back in time\ ya rhymes teknikal cant even be nice or seen if u had an plants of roses in ya mouth (bloom and nice) cant cum harder than me if he'z sucked da demons dick,only time u sik than hell if u visit to tha south |
i'll rip out teknikal's retinals... leave'm like a vegetable
edible... eating his wack rhyme flow... like anorexics do (makes me throw up) i'll stop, stand and bust shots... get slammed in dust ya plans is crushed... dude really thinks he's Can-i-bus 1 post under his avy... this kat gets mad happy get at me... when ya fucked up flow's no longer crappy |
shatter ur dome i case ur bones with horrible moans
brooklyn bitch home of gay nigga wit no homes and no dreams cant be a balla so they join fanstasy teams |
this kid couldnt be ill i he was infact a disease in a foreign country...
your "flat" broke and this kid raps like he actually has some money... the funny part is that he's reppin brooklyn like they hard or somethin... he only gets hard, clamed up, cuz hes schemein on his manly pumpkin... scrumpin is this kids realisitic dream, he'll never be the real definition... turn back now, how u think u winnin, your only getin one preminition... |
Streetryda's a complete biter, who eats concrete after my extreme writin in this obscene cypha..
You'd be-higher then me if ya skill didn't lack son, so duck... you short in-talent and ya sex performance...so, i can't exactly say ya fucked... |
Never said I was canibus so leave the dillusions at home/
We only similar, the Dr concluded that we were clones/ My spent verbal bullets spill your blood and paint your radius/ Compared to views on your "lyrical gods", Tek remains an athiest/ The bringer of all blood left to be shed- bringer of substances to all mouths left to be fed/ I bring the concept of intellectuality to a point in reality where it is no longer a fallacy/ You realize the superior cranial capacity I contain whenever you try battlin' me/ The all knowing being through out the galaxy- No need to be seen, I'll clog ya mouth so you cant breath/ Fuck a rebuttle, I slaughter a MC until they cant regain conciousness/ You couldnt bend my bars to be untrue like tryin to make a Thompson*-twist/(*its a type of gun) |
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