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You obviously like to smack boys, smack dick, hit guys on smack from the back , so you can smack this
Like verses in a hitchcock flick, I commit to humiliating you slick in systematic hits. My style encompasses a rumpus room of lump sum passes. Its tragic, you staring at the ground from your glasses. Getting fuck from daddy in the asses. Saying you have no racial preference just classes. You may be solid but your compressed. Depressed from the deep hit you took for the guy behind you that got you in the chest. My graceness is the best, lay you down again and put a cap between your breast. After me you will be a mess, find pieces of you in a crows nest. Looking for you longer then they have the loch ness. Too easy Ewan does boys |
That one was for insidious.
The alter boy turned gay mardigra m.c Mixing business with pleasure |
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you owned nothing, just cheap punches that you think are tight// using complex vocab yet still you dont get this shit right// height restriction is to my shoulder when tryin to get in// write prescription for some tablets you told her, but instead you wanted h-roine// thats the only way to make this wack feel like a 'millon dollars'// he escapes reality whilst i get a 'millon hollas'// this 'mic-wrecker' ruins every performance he enters// he cant rap himself, he needs a group of mentors// your fucked up, YOUR lowering rb's 'tolerant level'// people like you try and rhyme, you deserve a medal// a medal for stupidity and insubstantial ability// tryin hard to get publicity, but your another reject from 'rapbattle community'// |
with this drill i follow
with intension to make ya brain hollow untitled n unknown u never get a vinel i reap what ive sown n leave u with no vital just ya ballet recital. now dont get excite i fly u like a kite n land u in lake erie/ betta fear me/ fellin drery/fear me/ imma lyrical massacare spittin so much drasticer/call me the ass kicker/ |
so lilrenegade..its ok
i dont think anyone minds that ya gay ok so ure a lyrical massacre well im a physical asskicker so ya makin ya way up the ranks...u asked to be at the bottom and they said no thanx actually u betta make a vinel, ima slaughter u now so that rap was ya final |
Your the physical asskicker?
well im the invisible hair trigger im more sintrifical then a sinical, pitiful pair of half sinners laugh bitches, this faggot trying to serve his main meal/ got a lock on this drop, rockin bout how ROBBS about to see how pain feels/ make it vinel, ill serve you final, arsenic mixed quick wit your shit is bad enough while, being crushed from head to spinal by a pile of bathroom tiles/ im askin you to be on top, so i get see from the bottom how you flop, drop out of the losers circle, you so bad, you aint even allowed to watch/ you aint slaughterin shit, you aint even old enough to buy a gun, and plus you cant kill/ your form of a massacre is steppin on top of an ant hill/ you got marbles in your pockets while we all packing heat for fun/ runnin up to your block sprayin...now you tell me who fuckin won |
^^shut up damn new-bie...
ya rhymes have "no kick" like "broken legs" on bruce-lee... ur str8 shitty,pls stop rhymen... and if u hustle yo i suggest u stay grindin.... blahhhh |
Well isn't this some hyporcritcal shit,
Cappo's a newbie, thats why he sucks, what your excuse kid? What ya need 2 do is vacate this place, Draw two eyes and nose above your asshole just so you can save face. |
(damnit "bradley", why u gotta be a puss for? battle me...and tolerant lvl, u didn't 'own' shit bro. everyone else at least knows how to rap)
ya'll fools got busy while i was takin the AIMS, thinking u could bag on me since i was gone, trying to claim fame, whatever, but still i gotta battle pussies over and over it seems, oh wait...naahhhhh my bad, this fool's only the CREAM, i could have bruce lee's broken legs, snapped in every place, but that won't stop me yo, i bust a cap into ya face, i'm newer than u, u think ur better? why would that matter? you ARE on a different level, so here, i'll give u a ladder... climb on up *edit- mine was for cream. da vinci, ur shit was bomb treesy, lmao, nice. |
u couldnt "Spit Hot" if ya mouth "Sprayed Gasoline" while "Flame" was present....
i'll practice "Voodoo" on you,and "Poke u wit needles" like "Dolls" and "Diabetics"..... lol ur done son....dont come back in here again. |
what, u think u a bouncer? u wish u were even a part of a club,
displayin canibus, u get amped up when u jack a nug, god DAMN, will u have to have a newbie teach u lessons? i'll leave u paranoid.......................................... .............................................. (the line ai'nt there, but i'm sure u felt it's presence) i know u ai'nt done, i'm smart enough to let u come back, it's all fun and games in here. :D |
Lol
ya lines are "weaK" like "old folk hearts".... i just "finished" u,so dont go back ta "start".... |
are these 2 line disses?or are u out of energy THAT quick,
i got a special remedy, lick the shit that comes out my dick. |
im juzt "Helpin U Out" like "The Elderly Crossin The Street"....
and come on newb...therse no way u fuckin-wit-me... |
yo,i wanna know were bouts you gna put that cream/
hes been prescribed that shit for his aids disease |
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