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this kid is coming weaker than anorexic sex
i create a lyrical hex as i ask whos neck will i disect next you eat more cocks than farmers at the chicken coop the sickest thing you ever dropped was diaherea poop ;) |
vinci
dude ya weak talkin about star wars in raps? - proof that ya rhymes gay u spittin is like a game - with total silence - even the mimes play slicin this dummy burn ya brain cavity and piss on ya segments nut ya on bitch stomach, she'll be stupid and try to get herself pregnant shes suckin me off, like a "renegade hussien", shes a "duckin saddam" my illness? - u couldnt "relate" with it if i was "fuckin ya mom" ya hopeless - killin darth? - ur more lame then lil richard with rap music ill jump off a bridge on a bungie cord with ya neck attached to it x-static fuckin with me? - a death wish, im quicksand - nothin u can step with like sloppy seconds, this dude is fuckin bitches i already slept with my texts spread is cynical - bout that paper? - shred this criminal devour ya soul and burn ya corpse - fact u never met a physical(metaphysical) see that? - catch the wordplay? - if not, ya illiterate - believe that ur more played than dudes usin concepts derived from the song - lean back punches hittin u rapidly, rearrange ya face, ur like "why did these cats laugh at me" peep my metaphorical mastery spittin curses in shots like its a blast fa me (blasphemy) *pulls out two forks* both of u are done ....next..... d.a. |
missed one....heheh
nawh ledge...whateva this fuck gets wrecked from my writtens, leave u severed with ribs in my testaments splittin ya head and like Genesis - this just the "beginnin" "roc a fella"? - nah - not my style, im dirty, fuck ya "dame" on the "dash" of UR car - im flamin ya trash outta the sky like a plane on a crash insane that u ask? - well yes - i rip rooms and ill damage this sick goon its true darths like "adhesive acid" - somethin ud "die to stick to" i crack my enemies, get some "gatorade", dawg, u "lack the energy" to blast this entity, "cure ya sickness" with my "farts" the way i "gas the remedy" i sense nervousness from this herb my tracks will have u burnin quick turnin flips, like crossword puzzles,fill ya corpse with vicious words that fit filler? - yea u use too much - ur "dickrider", the way u "cruise on fucks" sure darth wouldnt fuck with ya fam - cuz theyd get bruised from touch *sticks fork in this cat* done... next... d.a. |
put you on the fifth solar sun..until, your cooked well done..you get ripped in two when my gats run you through and i cut ya crew like the fucking hair due...ill easily defeat Darth like i was luke..your just a fluke..but im the truth...call me the hip hop babe rooth..cause i hit like bats everytime im in the booth.
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i lke that shit nice inners in that shit but you got be tolled
with my matic i blasted x- static off the frantic world , that made him bleave he tight with a mic ,u only tight becase you got ripped by bless-in, plus skripts and also assassin all yawl was lastin secounds befor death ended your fate on the game i asprate the hole block and blow backs out how eles you think i make stacks at my brick house clips got clipedin yur ribs cus you thought your shit was full proff now your run and even your bult prove cant save you i gave you a option and you still got killed by the optical emcee that no one can relly seee im abstract not concret |
You's gassed nigga, you da best? You actually bought em lies?
Please, I'll bomb you so much you'd think you were "sadam"ized// You's not thinkin' at all - use some tactics you bastard I'm mathmatically bullet "proof" - you really think ya matics matter?// Damn boy yous dense - but it useless - my lines punture So you to school this? Nah, I'm as absent like your rhyme structure!// |
aripping/blessing:
this kats "RIPPED", hes been "BLESSED" from his head to his toe... how u gon' be 0-2? with only 52 posts... ya 0-2, thats theoretically worse than second guessin... you could ask god for blessins, but recs that low have no progression... you could clown my reputation and still not create a laughter op. cause ya have to have a decent blow, to have an after shock. |
darth comin with ill spits, dry ya blood and spill klipz
feel this? - thats my deadly sperm u swallowin, see how it kills lipz? killer of crews - im meetin a focker but uve ben stiller than few u got skillz? - ha - jerrys kids are 10 times iller than u the best? - be me - this insects trapped in my bars, and im a pest in frees it "crossed" my mind that ur possible sickness - location - from an "S.T.D" *sticks fork in klipz* ill be back for blessing.... d.a. |
see i told u, darth assassin was gonna come back and fold u
didnt u know we could "survive" without u - look even ya record is "02" ur trippin for messin with darth - punch - ur flippin, im guessin that darths devine with killer lyrics, so consider this rippin a blessin dudes got split in fright, u dont see my hands winnin? - cuz i gripped ya sight drown em in blues, killin ya superego, lets see if dude can krypt tonite eehhh....whateva d.a. |
ooo shit you do got some desent lines, but i wounder how long it took u to come up with the ryhm// you love to try ta dis shit but when i get to spitin your spines splits by my skripts in my mind//
darth assassin always yapen if people listin ,be quit befor i kill you again at your crisanina// pulled my gat aout and flatin your dome in half welli laugh cuss i was reminisen shit// |
rippin/blessed I regressed cuz yo lyrics they depress,
I'll compress a verbal assault dat'll leave u wit no mo talk yo body lined up in chalk, now dats jess given u my thoughts so u need to pay attention, fo tha scripts dat chu spittin from happen to come up missin, then wha chu gonna do stop rappin an say it's ova, your illitratin a one-hit-wounder u ain't reppin lyke a soldier........................................ |
Mindless jibber jabber from this wannabe pretender man thats sick//
Illiteracy is meantioned and practiced, cos he simple hypocrite// I spit these words and the damage they inflict is explicit cos I rip it// Both records stand at 0 and 1 cos you tried an failed cos you shit// From the UK? But i don't see no cashville I suppose you ain't even real// No wonder I seen your mamma cookin "Lasagne for one" from Netto meals// Man I'm done with you and I've done branded you a fool an taken you to school// Bet I get complaints from mods talkin about me just bein too cruel// |
Oh my god who is he a Nastradamus wanna be
Quote shit I've heard before you ain't no real rapper hoe hypocritical your despicable a non-rapping individual I'm from Cashville,Ten-A-Key we don't play wit wanna bes 8 bars I see you've spittin but I swear have has writtin quit recycling shit, start off tha top of yo head wit a fresh begininng I'm Out................Weak Bitch |
being too cruel?? not u, this cats just freeing some bull
rip ya spits, peeps stare at ya illness? - nah - they like seein u drool cuz u a retard fuck rappin at this, laughin at u cuz ur ass and shyt rip u u in two - wreck ya frame till it looks like a tragic accident ya wackness - whod wanna pass that? - tear a hole in ya back fast ur dick suckin is evident - u gag more than a slut in a gas mask slice u till ya red with gore, bleed u like u never bled before i wreck cords(records) like urs and verses - riddle barely u met a four(metaphor) *sticks fork in riddle* *winks* next d.a. |
to many times of plane nersery ryhmes your mind been subscib i'v already got ten live battles beneath the belt i'v felt the win spelt the defintion of a emcee spit in bleleave me you ant ready study and stay low be for all those ryhmes decomposed
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