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J.H wanna be a blood forget it, your shits pathetic, but if i owed credit like debits
id give it to strobe cause like bad-vote you should of been edit you better hit the fuckin exit before you even ponder and it dawns your dumbass not to mess wit the fuckin rex bitch ha, you fuckin lower class wack lyric despensers square bears wit taped framed lensers and highwater suspenders you aint raw but you soft n tender, the fuckin boss recommends ya send your posts to another site 'fore i force you to surrender and turn you into sauce in a blender the number one contender will get slapped like a fuckin bumb dyke all i need is one mic and REX's gauranteed to come tight i heard there was mouth in here that needed my shoe your block's small, fuck around n catch lockjaw when the heaters slide through J.H rhymes are softer than an inflatable mattress cause he's posessed by inescapable wackness, the flames you throw dont match shit little sparky, i'll leave this slim hoe stiff and cripple and feed em to the sharky play wit me, spit flows any man get tossed, when i swipe my hand across make you take yo panties off or you can catch some bullets like randy moss BITCH |
listen ..your verses'll never be able to rip me, they're flawed
and out of all those lines - not even 1 of them hit me at all i'll leave this quickly resolved, if hes involved you a male with pussy rhymes, so i say ya shit needs some balls you nowhere close to hot, so stop playing with me, ya not only God can judge you .. ....................but he's the main one saying ya need to stop .. you'll decay with ya keys n drops, this is an act of sin you rapping for Christ's honor... .........................but Jesus Christ'll never ask you to rap for him this Christ you talking bout, he can find someone better to represent him cause you wouldnt be 'dropping hard material'... .................................................. ..even if ya 'text was denim' stretch n bend him, dont even talk, you'll just be wasting ya breath i'll place him in death, so dont even drop no more... ..............................................caus e its just a waste of ya text |
This is the type of rapper that we all should learn a lesson from...
He really thinks hes dope... you don't really got a blessin son... Your repetetive rhymes are just making me tired... Fourteen posts and it's already time you retired... You know christ is a savoir... something you really need... Rapping is what i do... almost as much as i breath... |
.. put you under with matics, 'fixin ya hook' like 'recovering addicts'
call yourself 'flowsocrazy' .. ..........................cause you must be crazy for thinkin you have it' you aint known to spit sick ..ya wack ass only known to get ripped only thing you 'close to me in' is 'post' .. .......................................but when it comes to flow, ya distant |
Deape S. Flowze
mo fucked, then mexican hoes If ya a nigga, Grab ya ass by ya rows And beat ya ass on the floor You be screaming for more, Getting fucked in the ass Getting dissed by the mexican that be cutting ya grass Did you think ya could last Hell nah Muthafucka I be taking you out, Like the garbage coming out of ya mouth You aint shit, Learn to spit then calm talk to this murderous 'Spic |
You chillin out at lunch while i'm out here "feelin~ya~spouse"
Yo homey break time is over finish "buildin~my house" I'm done dissin you homey, hey listen though cuz "Paco~Smells" Aren't you employee of the month this week at "Taco~Bell"? No Offense. |
Ever since school we know kemistrys lame
Your grafix contain shit from a videogame It's a shame your rhymes can't hang Come back when you come up wit a new name |
who the fuck the only truth man i'll shoot at you
i past and hit u fast then u in my rearview i tear thru weak, bitch ass emcees just like you u betta switch fast and change your career too cause i'll destroy everything that crosses my way im the boss today u looking confused like u lost ur way the cost u pay will be ur death written by Bonafide when im finished with u it will be worst than genocide take u out quick like im a sniper on the roof man u suck at this and thats the only truth |
this doode think he bonafide or even genuine//
but i'm sorry ta say there are many kids wishin and ya still waitin in line// tryin ta rhyme ya sound like a foo who always speaks in first person view// bonafide wanna rhyme bonafide gotta line bonaifde should tink of committing suicide// cuz everytime i waste mah time readin ya lousy raps i wonder if he could read a sign that sez ya should think first before ya spit a verse// |
kid ill dismantle ya jaw, leave hangin by tissues,god bliss you
and when i say this, believe im saying...no one will miss you Send ya ass back to Meico, sorry but i just see you as meihoe You have good flow? nah, must be the sink running behidn you yo. im ill wit it,quick to hitcha wit it, leave ya wig splitted,once i spit it Ill have you jockin my dick...like football players fuckin wit there pen-is.lol |
yo intro,..... aka Ken 'Pho//
empty a clip and leave one in your TEMPO//(temple) the pump i lift will have you slump yo// your barz trash so leave them in the dump yo// i'm a playa in this game so respect the gamers// ain't nothin new but i leave niggaz shocked like electric chambers |
I can sense the inexperience, this kids got a young flow
so he can go down easy like traits of a dumb hoe |
another nigga that want it listen...
your career will be abolished come back and do it twice// throw your ass up aganist the wall like three dice// |
young flow you L D stooge
its a six line minimum to get you screwed now im not trying to be rude at least not enough to ruin my mood im just hinting at something you need to do that involves school and numerical rules you can even use your fingers as tools isnt that cool i hope you have ten but if you dont then use your friends its a simple message im trying to send before im out, just next time you post make sure you can count |
Start-over the game//Implant grenades//Tear apart-posers-in-shame//
A-new-hope faces me//Then shakes worse than coasters-on-trains// Don't know if he supposed-to-play tough//All his plans'll stay-crushed// Only way ya blow in the game//Oscillating fans near you gray-dust// Makin your flows so basic//They got no flavor//So trust-it's-tasteless// It's more evident-to-see//Than videotape-pics//From-big safe-hits// Do everyone a favor//Grab ya flashy cubics//Get out-of-the-game// Talk to ya council-again//Why ya identity amounts-to-slim change// |
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