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^^^^^^LOLZ......it could be right :laugh:
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Damn. Am I 2 late? Looks like shit was over before it started. Did dude delete hisself or someshit?
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Connecticut gangsta's make me laugh.
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Ransum A Middle-Weight, And A Little-Fake
And He 'Soft And Sweet' Like 'Brittle-Cakes' You Sweet! U Remind Me Of How Skittles-Taste But I'll Keep It Complicated For Riddles-Sake You'll Get 'Ate' Like A 'Little-Steak' 1 Clip'll Have U Makin Sounds Higher Than A Fiddle-Make ^^^ hahaha.... just 6 lines??? this kid really sick in the head for coming at me... let me jot down 6 quick ones for ya.... Why is sick-head flow hot trash...One punch has his jaws like poles bent... Wipe my ass with his sandwich like washrags... an serve him like cooks in road trip... Your purpose in rap... So worthless like knowledge in your brain..Lost-&-empty Like hardaway...He attempts the heat wave... But his career only costs a penny... Sickhead treats be simply fiction... I laugh when you try to diss me... Blades... I slide it swiftly like visas... an see ya flesh rotten as Flies on rib meat... lol lol lol..... this is to easy...... u starting to look like NYC lol... |
look how easy this is...no seriously, peep!!
ya Bars Is Out Of Structure like 'Destroyed-Buildings' U a pedaphile, Avoid-Children! U Known Fa Boy-Feelin..//lol And my fame Goin Up, who this Boy-Killin?? his fame 'never go up', like it 'Avoid-Ceilings'!!// Dawg,-Listen.. I'm Known For My Raw-Writtens I'm Da "CAT" That Got You "DOGS-SHITTIN"!!// i got u Dogs-Trippin, cuz da bull Text-True n' I'm 'Handlin Dogs' Like Vets-Do..// And I'm Ballin Like Da Nets Do, Gettin-All-Da-Chips I'm da reason u Wack Players Is Sittin-On-Da-Bench// and u 'never gettin off it' like ya 'Favorite Roller-Coaster! i Roll-Wit-Toasters dat'll bring u and ya Soldiers-Closer..// this Hoe-Is-Doper?? Naahh, you Trash-N'-Weak,-Son if u sold ya verses as dope, Fiends'll Ask-For-Refunds!!// i shudn't have to tell u I'm Blastin-These-Guns cuz "You Already Know" like da song Cassidy-Done!..// too easy fam!..fall back |
^^^ yo fam.... when willy ou learn.... you not fucking with me if i get serious... you satarting to warm up the beast... lets go...
Your skills are prehistoric... pass it on. Dam you ain’t livin‘ past the dawn... To make sure you’re the extinct species I’ll simply give your mass-a-bomb... Ran shitting on him... this one in the books... a vote for you would never seem honest... In case you took it to trial…we’d even see the Supreme Court docket... Have him merk his family... put the bodies in a truck and ask him to visit... Straight make him dig the whole for B.E.S.T… only to give him one after he’s finished... Everyone’s mad you came so wack... they wont even list punches over... They’ll take anger management... to show Therapist bunch of voters... Your hood’s not hard no person’s getting left in the morgue from uzis... Visitin B.E.S.T... We wouldn’t be in Hostile territory on the set of a horror movie... Kickin‘ his ass he’ll be sure to scream once the steel toe fits in perfect... Comes to lyrics this kid is the Sadist…but I still Dont Feel Sick verses... I’m considered a natural disaster... your natrully a disaster and sucks... sick claim to spit flames...so how you gonna compare when this volcano erupts... I'm ending this now... your verse like static station... wy tune in to this... when ya skill's fishy... so watch how ran Can sick like Tuna Fish... BITCH... this is more then easy... this is childs play.... i feel like a man in a kitty court trying to play kids 1 on 1... there no compitition... You Not Fuck With Me Point Blank... |
Look.
i'm Leadin-This-Round-Quick, I Easily-Pound-Pricks ya punches are 'Weaker' than ya 'Penis-Around-Chicks'!//Fag! Leavin-Dis-Clown-Stripped, But U Dont Have Titles, U Already-Wasted So I'd Have 'Nothin To Strip' Like A 'Hooker Dats Already-Naked'!// Yeah, You DONT have titles, so you not Prepared,-Son Only "Tie Toll" Given To U, Is If U Had To Pay To Wear-One!// U Scared-Some, Cuz My Flow Could Easily Break-Ya-Lines Only Time U Had A "Sick Verse"..Is When U 'Copy N' Pasted-Mines'!// Wordplay?? My Words Are Played On Radios, U Aint Flowin-Well But Your Words Are Played Too.....As In, OLD-AS-HELL!// And You Are Like A Volcano, Even Tho Ya Lines-Suck Cuz We All Kno Da Lava Volcanoes Spit Eventually Dries-Up!!//lol Another Way Ur Like A Volcano?? C'mon Homes,-You-Know Ur Like A Volcano Because.....YOU BOTH KNOWN-TO-BLOW!//lmao This Guy Has No Skill, But Somehow He's Not Seein'-That So I'll Shut Up..Cuz Pretty Soon The Jury'll Find Em Guilty Fa Bein-Wack!// This Is Involuntary Manslaughter How I Got Rid Of His Fake-Flows The Jury Found Me Guilty For Murder, I'ma Do A Life Bid, Case-Closed!// i aint gotta talk trash. i'm gettin u.. |
that was actully pretty decent....
sickhead type verse... my flow spiting like hoes who dont swallow... you'll never be in the spot light unless you had cops follow... B.E.S.T is the oppasit of its names so just cross it... how ya boss never been on since we battle ya crew an you lost-it... sickhead aint never been in a mental-home... u spit sentimental-grown... u'r verse get assemble-wrong... only hit u'll get off me is what inside-the-bong enuff childs plays.... i get inside you like a infection... then drain energy quickly like nitrous injection... your no match i have took over your section... you dont even deserve a mention... no special effects like a car simulation... the real thing i capatilised with in mutation... so sick i dont need any manipulation... and blow you away like any accusation... you keep misfiring like a cheap timing belt... im always on fire so my rhymings felt... like lost no way of you finding help... my hits are perfection like im lining felt... your an imperfection like rust meant with metal... challenge mayweather and sent-him-mental(sentimental)... so i left you silenced like an instrumental... dont you know my shits continental... my shit goes over yor head like bridges... i kncok you the fuck out and destroy ridges... your here for my amusement like midgets... the shit u type is typed more than digits... a solution for you to beat me none found... smash insides to create a new compound... you'll never find me in the wrong crowd... so dont worry my feet are forever on ground... i got my feet up... my cup of liquer on the side and a blunt being rolled... in other words i still aint trying yet im making ya b.e.s.t look like ya be lieing.. how ya the b.e.s.t when ya lost u'r frist crew battle?? how ya the b.e.s.t when i personally beat everyone of you pricks... fall back fam... this aint a good looks for you word! |
I Won't Lose... Even If We Have To Buck-Nine-Rounds
Yeah U Got Ya Feet Up...Cuz I'm Hangin U Upside-Down!// I'm Ill-Farther..You Just a Beginner And I Kill-Starters U Cud 'Cover Ya Fist Wit Concrete'..n' my punches'll be Still-Harder!// I'll Blam-Til-This-Hoe's-Thru, n' Slam-Em-Wit-Flows-Too N' Wtf?? Me And Sonny Alone Ran-Thru-Ya-Whole-Crew!// So Take Notes-Guy. Beat Me? I'm Suprised Dis Hoe-Tried And What You Mean You Beat Me?? Nigga, We Both-Tied!// N' U Talk Shit All You Want.. Give Me All-That-You-Have Cuz At The End Of The Day, RV is STill Callin'-You-Trash!//ha U Got More Punches Than Me, But U Still Aint Textin-Sick U Only Got More Punches Than Me Cuz U Stretch-Ya-Shit// Ya Lines Hold No Complexity, This Hoe-Is-Just-A-Square Only Time Yo Bars 'Go Over My Head'... Is When I Ball It Up N' Throw-It-In-The-Air!//ha U Just Another Liar, Every Line This Heffer-Tell-Is-Fake Ya "feet are forever on ground"..Proves U'll Never-Elevate!// Ha u not fuckin wit me...period bitch! |
I ran throu ya whole crew... from fly e.. to sonny bars... now you...
ya bars cant man up... they bitch made... cuz they all came from you... aint shit change... u mention: they say im wack... but i havent lose... how you claim to be the man around here... when you have a boss...(sonny bars) get lost...this a grown mans game and i aint trying to murder you kid... the shit i spit... can rip ya top open... faster then fats kids with a crack lid... u aint got no dope lines... look what crack did... you need practis... cuz you couldnt spark a written with heat if ya verse was on matches... nothin' remains of a 'sickhead' face that's twisted... I left hidden tips in lines but his status missed it... and now you fade from existence with a smith and wesson... technique shown... jet li flow as I kick and wreck 'em... sick when repp'in... let you throw first than limb rip in sections... chin check s.head all wreckless... head shift and leave a neckless... aww did you miss me sucker...fuckin dush.. thats why ya lips be puckered... you the only one i know who just gotten himself killed when he Diss Me FUCKER... show ya the mirror...them bad lines would cut me up to... fuck me up too........ the point where the coke would shut me up too... over the dosage.. medics toss straps over ya sholdas n dont know where to focus... how could it happen how come his shit just exploded... diss me again fucker....mixed battery acid n some yay and added just a pinch a bakin soda... im takin ova..you wack rap cats aint even close to my skills wit this... im killin kids like prescriptions not meant for you...ignore the law n just fill the scripts pills n shit.....deadly concoction... ups and downs mixed wit it... just kiddin...or am i ...take this fuckin script and i dare you to go n fill the bitch... and this is a quick key...this isnt even close to my written shits.... for-real 4-real.... this is just practis to me... thanks for the warm up... im waiting for the real workout thou... also you can peep my open mic drop called: Calm The Fuck Down... which shows more creativeness if you dout me son... Word... 300 J.G We Running This Rap Shit... |
I bust shots at 'homes' 'top' 'pop thru ya chimney' like when santa comes
Crazy nigga kno to blam the guns he fell out bleedin after he 'ran sum' He needs a damn nun cause god aint no where near to save 'em Glocks spray 'em & take u out ya mind when I beam 'em up like 'ray guns' On some 'presidential' shit wit a lyrical gift if u dont get it u mustnt be present The rest is irrelevent dont com'plane' 2 me cuz u 'bomb' like september eleventh WHATS UP NIGGAS |
shut that shit up nut , your a cashew nigga
how many bitches on here can't rap? maybe 2 or few niggas including you nigga and for bitches in your catagory i keep the auto because i steady cap niggaz like coca cola bottles :shoot: |
Steady capped son you stressed brah
Only time you sayin king me is in checkers When he joined he was raw kid not flawless It continues to describe him shows what a novice Callin the shots son you aint hard cant hurt me Ill leave your record the same number as Magic's jersey |
I'm above-his-level, your bars are none-too-clever
Watch me son-this-feller unlike munchkin-dwellers :laugh: |
this Dude's-Dike, i dont rumble, i crash Through-Fights
And Get Ya Weight Up.. ya name stands for 'Too-Lite'!// N' We All Know U Postin More Trash-Up-Here-Da-Most Hell...Even your OWN POSTS is Laughin-At-Your-Post!// i'll Graze-This-Geek-First, Then Blaze-His-Weak-Verse N' 'Son Lite'..n' I don't mean da 'Rays-That-Reach-Earth'!// Ransum?? i'll Ignite-Ya-Head n' Strike-Til-Dead i read "Calm Da Fuck Down"..now i suggest u do wut ya Title-Says!// da Pipe'll-Spread, and i'll lay ya body Below-A-Hero in dis rapgame, 'Sum equals nothin' like Zero + Zero!// He-Wanna-Brawl??? Please...He Da Most Weak-One-Of-All I'm Phenomenal... And He's Just Not A Phenom-At-All..// This Fake Veteran's-Through.. And Its Evident-Too when a nigga wit 5 posts is droppin Better-Than-You!!//(2few) u better than me?? Never-Been-True.. yeah some niggas prolly better.. but it Never-Was-You// U need to stop textin, n' find sumthin Better-To-Do Than Lose To Niggas On Da Net Dats Better-Than-U!// i'll leave this Rapper-Floored, u shud stop Rappin-Whore in fact, RV'd like you if you were alot Inactive-More...// |
Spint it no limit while ya lyrical midgets kick it
The symbols you use still wont help ya dash to the finish Sickhead fits best matta fact it fits B.E.S.T. Cuz sick in the head don't mean u ill it mean ya close to death Ya dashes slashes as a matta of fact n the twirls and bends Cuz they cover up that your shit don't make sense 2 lines this kid read leave em dead and sick the head Read the next 2 and career's takin a back seat to ya car-rear instead B.E.S.T. you aint a gangsta got no killas Sickhead aka 1000 bars aka 999 are filler |
I'll Take-These-Scripts, And Leave This Fake-G-Ripped
And Yeah, You Are A 'Virus'.....Cuz You 'Make-Me-Sick'!!// I Spit Crazy-Shit, To Get Tha Same Props Jay-Z-Get n' ^Dat Wack Shit Right There..Explains Y Jay-Z-Quit!// Yur No Threat...Don't Step, I Bust-Clowns-Wit-Reugars I Shut Down Emcees...'Virus' Only Shuts-Down-Computers!//ha Bastard-U-Weak. We'll Never See Yo Ass-Is-Sum-Beef Unless Its a Burger Wit Ketchup Added-Wit-Cheese..// If I See Yo Ass-In-A-Jeep, I'ma Be Blastin-Da-Heat Pop U In Ya Ride N' Blow U Out Tha Passenger-Seat..// Dont Spit At Me, Cuz Text Is Whut I Son-Cowards-In I'll 'Shut You Off' Like 'Water When U Done-Showerin'!// |
U kno who u b swear u a G actin like u flairin the heat
s. let me finish the abreveation wit it like S.H.I.T. swear u a god actin so hard ill send ur ass bac to the graveyard ur rhymes are a felony in every state so get behin those 1000 bars Hova aint spittin none, u done buns playin wit ur fake guns ^^^^ those were elementary rhymes but personal so u still sunned ima dash past yah slash ur throat u goin to be dien son ima hyphinate ur head usin dashes and ur words still aint rhymin |
Your lines are fuckin played, and tellin from your grammer and your name
You need to take your whack ass back to second grade Half your shit don't make sense, that's the formula for bein lyrically nice Lay your body in the freezer so I put you on ice Why's ya name Virus, you're not even close to cold You've got your head in the clouds like a decapitated soul. |
i see the GEEK-ON-YOU. Lines? Too many WEAK-ON-YOU.
u Warned RV To Not Sleep... n' They STILL managed to SLEEP-ON-YOU! Stop, or Sonny'll CRACK-YA-SHIT-WIT-POLISHED-SCRIPTS u wudn't 'Spit Up Crack' if u 'ACCIDENTLY-SWALLOWED-IT' He deep-throat n' claim he ACCIDENTLY-SWALLOWED-DICK he claim he a male, but he just ACCIDENTLY-GOT-A-CLIT! Suuree!;) i'll CLAP-DA-FIFTH-N'-POP-YA-CLIQUE. i'll SMOKE-YA-MEN Til You Aint 'GOT NO CLICK' Like 'BROKEN-PENS'.. |
i'll smash ya teeth-in.. till its showing out ya jaw...
and use it for the previews... of ransum version of saw... your raps a virgin... so you not fucking with us at all... you'r only sick verse... had us nap'in like extra strenth tylanol... i'll son-ya-bars... ryde ya bitch and toss ya son-out-ya-car... and have you taking repeated shots... but aint none-from-the-bar... when it comes to raps... you better them me?.. what are u kidding brah?.. ya boy ransum spit sick like i had clamedia... i got guns aim to get rid of ya... so the led shot i'll be the only thing u feeling brah... i'll 'scrape you off top' like a celing brush... cuz when it comes to crunch-time.. its like my plate fill with crust... Ransum a 'meat lover'... so imagen how the 'beef feel to us'... probley the same way crack-heads feen for dust... thought you would ' love a easy diss'... guess ya heart was filled with lust... cuz when it comes to beating me... u'll have a better chance with ya hands making metal-steel just crush... its only the warm up show.... |
'Imagine How Beef Feels'?? U even WRITE-LIKE-A-FAG
na i cant imagine that...i never took PIPE-IN-THE-ASS! I'ma Heavyweight Vet...Ran look LIGHT-IN-THE-ASS ya 'Pen Fulla Garbage'...cuz what u 'WRITIN'-IS-'TRASH' i'm NICE-WIT-THA-PAD, n' your mom's LIKIN'-IT-BAD so dont be suprised if u hear Sonny MIGHT-BE-YA-DAD! act POLITE-TO-YA-DAD, or i'll STRIKE-WIT-THE-MAG n' ya Faggot Ass'll Spend the rest of ya LIFE-IN-A-BAG! act NICE-OR-GET-DRAGGED. Barz'll BLAST-DA-LONG-9 like 'Forgotten Groceries', u'll be in a 'BAG-A-LONG-TIME'! This Crack! ^^Is that What This FAGGOT-CALL-"RHYMES"?? ya punches just 'Bounce Off'...Call em 'BASKETBALL-LINES'! my WORDS-HOTTER. Beat me? y wud this NERD-BOTHER? my VERSE-SLAUGHTER n' 'Come At Necks' like 'SHIRT-COLLARS'! Him?? LESSER-THAN-MOST, never BEST-WIT-THE-QUOTES he cudn't 'Cum At a Neck' while 'Jackin Off NEXT-TO-A-THROAT! i'm PROFESSIONAL-FOLKS. he didnt even MAKE-THE-DRAFT.. so stop STATIN-TRASH n' MAKE-SUM-CASH wit yo HATIN-ASS! |
Yo sunny r u bak or wat i aint seen u on here in a minute go to our chat in our crew forum i didnt no our crew was still bein ran we need to get active cus!!!
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No glocks, but if I see a Fly, believe I spray-it, have this whole joint raided
Fly's weight got its own class, so a response to this should be debaited |
man your a joke and your shits a little dated
but so you know, my verses are never debated ther jsut simply stated, and your lies are blatant you never spray-it, aint shit gon be raided dawg don't worry you'll never be over rated no one will ever confuse that shit for skill the verses you spit aint good fo your dignity ...............cuz i bit got killed kb-s you must confess when i drop rhymes i'm way intense |
Okay you had ya time to shine, but now dawg, fall back
your verse's never debated....they just all called whack! Out of everybody here, u got the fakest rhymes poppin' so u just leave the cypher, its a waste of time droppin' i hate ya lines often. Matter fact, every one of ya posts u frontin' to boast about ya lines, but none of 'em dope I usually support rappers, but ^this one is a joke outta every 'Herb' here...too bad u the one that i smoked! |
what up faime.
You don't drop quotes, you just another shitty emcee you ain't hard just cuz you from the same city as me I'll throw Faime in the air to get this bum elevated you 'the scholar'....but your flow sounds uneducated n' guns? Never spray it... and thats the truth too Martin Luther King'd swing a punch before you do! i strike fakes. You never seen in my sight great even the website is labelin' you a 'Light Weight'! |
Ha, whats good marks.
This guy's a lit candle, and I'ma burn 'em out with ease n' ^THAT verse...makes me regret learnin' how to read. You have no reason in the game. You lack purpose he's New To RV...but we all see he's no stranger to whack verses. Your lines wouldn't hit hard, even if they were mad at me your Blows are 'So Light'...they aren't affected by gravity! You're a fag to me. You n' Little Richard have the same life Marksmen 'Marks men'......and I ain't sayin' his name twice! |
the only famous quotes are comin from me
while you just write trash ya bummin ya see |
since yun-gun-6 didn't read the rules i'll just diss faime.S quotez
dude don't get me wrong when i say i wanna see if Faime.s Floats because i need some where to dump your body cuz my VErses choke and i ain't frontin on you i just think this blokes a joke, see dude you'r a lair cuz i'm the on one who can drop a faime.s quote and dawg i didn't mean i'm dropping line, i'm just dropping you oh and just so i don't break the rules Yun-gun you'sa fool |
You can "drop a faime.s quote"? C'mon, stop the jokes
we all know you'll Drop Dead before you Drop a quote. Its embarassin' to read ya verses. You the lamest, B your rhymes just bring disgrace to the name "emcee" How could you diss Yun? You never spit a flow hot and Yun's one bar was better than your whole drop! |
seriously that verse made me sick considering all the fact's
you think you slick but this Emcee gon knock you off track sucking dick would be a better career move then you Spitin fuck you could drop some unheard pac shit that you had bitin not a soul would give you a deal but that could be just-me it just no one wants a fucking fagget in the in-dus-try |
He Talkin'-Swell Til I Pop Off-Them-Shells
and prove that "Hard-Cor" is Soft-As-Hell!!// U Hypin yaself. So Don't Come-Wit-Flows ^n' Peep Ya Sig...You are None-Of-Those..// Sick bullets'll leave u wit a Hundred-Holes includin' some where food in ya Stomach-Goes// i'm 'too cold to eat', i'll leave ya 'Stomach-Froze' in fact, I'm 'Too Cold To Eat' like Sumthin-Froze!// |
fuk u like a rookie, you not beatin on kno one
this foe's-dumb feeble lyricist ur flow-crums the word from my-toung will fukin split ur scrotum when shots fire on the block youll see this hoe-run i dont kno where u came from but return to dat place-son im busting multies, attemptin punches with the lack of effort talkin his bull shit puttin in his two cents cause thats wat he's worth man it's not hard to see who's worst,it's not fair to the rest cause a loser from birth |
sin-scere look at you you mother fuckin matrix ass bitch
i'm just sayin that cuz you avatar is making me dizzy as shit but now lets get down to the real dissing homie whoa i just called a fagget homie that don't even know me how do i know you a fagget, cuz you at the bottom of the totum also cuz the the work from your tongue made spooge from his scrotum |
bitch i had to start off hard,if you ask around im the-wildest
fake as fuck,he the onli one who rap in peg city thats y he the-finest fuk talkin lets take it to the booth,i'll rattle you in the ring he a bitch,onli wen he puttin on "sparkles" is the onli time he bling you should stop rap n sing, it would be more a advancing thing you not ready for the heat, thats why all ur lines is fukin cold shittty barz and faggot punches, cob-webs all ova his track cause it's so old my barz will hav yours crushed n fold,im the muthafukin president u livin in my cypher fuk wit the negligence,u in my house bitch u's just a resident |
You had to start off fuckin hard huh well imma show u wildest/
Sin-scere is the biggest bitch i've seen on here since childish/ He cum on here act hard as 5-2/ Decent record but u dont get respect cus u battle Newbs/ I dont even see u active on here no more/ wat the fuck is up wit that idk if this nigga sure/ when i say sure i mean sure about rap/ you'll prolly cum on here sayin well i had shit to do in the bak/ well the baks up punk its either put up or shut up/ cus when u go agianst fly this nigga will get showed up and pumped up!/ |
lil bitch 'Fly-E" im a shut you up, yah cuz in one line
i'll give him a left knuckle sandwich like lunch-time by time it's time to rhyme i knocked out his teeth so he aint ready for crunch time you reppin the best, well i'll tell ya'll wat B.E.S.T means "Beatin off' "each other' sausages in the" "team" mayne i ripp you out ur clothes hav u replacin ur seams u got me goin hot now where ur bitch at i got to blow off sum steam fuk wit the best team, in is sleep is the onli time he'll be on the dream-team |
oo shit i feel a front line battle cumin on!!!!!!!! lol!
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ohh you feel a frontline battle comin on, homie your far from ready
im a rock you cant move me homie lyrically ur barz soft like ur teddy and listen up Freddy, tel ur mothafukin moms to stop hittin me up on the celly she running up my bill,im the type to kill n roll wit the steel he the type to kill and run away n chill n dumb the steel afta they findin his fingerprints on the steel for-real im rich like bill, but fukin way better lookin the way im beatin this beef on the barbeque it's like a family cookin he step in the ring wit a watch n chain n it got Tooken |
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