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youre right...
use a Mop -1- |
fuk the mop il use ma coc because u mum knows how it feels like a rock.
il mop the floor with u little bitch thats for tryin to take on a lyrical genius |
I'll kindly disregard pudsy as he ran off with his weapon
But who's this bitin mc? twas my monicker first, it's my possession! Don't want to have to session you, learn yr lesson no messin drop yr name, done enough damage already, prolly already soiled my good name Don't usually like to txt battle but unless you give way we gonna have to I'll put it plain Anonomous mc, drop yr nametag or get the mods to ban you, damn you, fuck you, ask the peeps on this thread if i can son you, and since i made this thread and it's so pop it seems someone's jus done you. I started this thread and already got banned once so had to change my alias. Now this biter's gonna get people confused and he's shit too, so he's gotta go! I'll battle you on here anon mc or I'll battle you in the battle arena, but meanwhile, even though it's seen as freeposting, what does everyone else think, who gets to keep their name. Mc or 1? Hurt me. Next weapon=a samsonite suitcase |
you had the name since february, accordin to your story. i been holdin down this name for a few years now dogg...
Anon you askin mothafuckas who gets to hold a name an all that mess. think i give a fuck what yal say... what im sayin is im not about to change my name an shit cause some clown online has a simmilar one |
a samsonite suitcase id fill wit c4
load it sit it next to ur front door// blow the molding completely destroy the floor im mental mind for dustruction murder and much more// im tore between war mass corruption ull endure u like he speakin obscure get to the next weapon time to procure/ so ill make it interestin get it in ur mind be nesting have u wrestlin wit ur sternum// next weapon a set of tweezers |
damn frozt, tweezers, a'ight dawg, but you might need 'em.//
fo-ya needle, millimeter petre, mixed with a magnifyin' glass.// jus-so you can see it, tweeze an' squeeze it ta release semen.// streams of fluid ta breed wit, it' to bad no hoe would eva sleep-wit.// you-bitch, so just gimme those tweezers an' I'll run ya thru kid.// next weapon: anthrax tampon... lol (slim used this one before) no-diss frozt, u my hommie... |
no offense u my nicca im not gonna diss
im jus gonna hit on that line u jus spit// an anthrax tampon id make killa'b's girl use like a strap-on have her pouncin n bouncin tappin his ass by the pound son// his poll was whack my lines fell on him line a like a full rack packed wit a stack of prophelactic fo his ass// these otha emcees holdin some "secret" like a stash but no one beats me when i come to these battles ta rap// next weapon is some caps nah how bout pop rocks |
pop rocks, nicca, ya talkin' bout crack.//
'cause if ya talkin' 'bout that, I'll give ya-a-hand.// I been cookin' rock since I was 10.// I don't smoke it, you mad.. I jus collect ma stacks.// sit back an' let tha dollas roll in.// sold out, an; get more again in tha am.// sell that quick an' have ta reload at 8:10 pm.// see I-m tha powder man, deliverin' power dust.// ya- may be kid-frozt but ya never seen a blizzard like I run.// next weapon: the telus gecko |
haha idunno blunt u diss like u tryin ta make me a cunt
but what u aint know im on the hunt// i smoke a bunt to think of the next weapon cause this weird shit u got me reppin// im a start ta flippin this gecko make it echo spit soda in ya eye this is like free enterprise these lines do nuttin but cause a mc demise// so fo the next weapon how bout a tampon or a baboon on tha loose after i left u in a noose// |
an further fyi blunt pop rocks are candy dog lmao
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aiyo,fuck the noose ima cut the head loose//
tie you down to ground with this shit administer honey juice// strapped to the desert floor next to the fire ants horde// with bamboo shards under the skin of your chest...next release next weapon...ricin dipped skinning knives |
im fillen you wit ricin dipped skinnin knives,
thin cut sliced up on top of dat dicep up, afta you dice you made into chivez, only thing left muscle and bone i light ya life up// next weapon: rubber band and a paper hornet |
ill use an industrial stregth rubber band
fold sum paper then add a naile and shoot ur hand so u cant go no where then ill slowly fold another add a nail thenm aim it at ur head, death like no other i dunno that might be all i have a rubber band and i hornet is preetry wack im partial to a baretta light sniper rifle with a clip stalk u out wait 3 hours to take that shit then when i have a clear shot BOOM NIGGA GOT CAUGHT next weapon.... bleach in a needle |
fuck the head of police dick~~ think he tight cuz he hold an eagle
all i need is a prick~~ with this bleach and needle to enter the artery vein of the fuckin bloodstream burns like fire hot enough to make a thug scream but it will help out with your drug screen cuz nothing shows up and why these nigga bug me with imature flows ( grow up) thats fun.... iight next weapon: astral projection |
rekluse goes to the doctors, whats that-dection?//
the doctor found a wound, its past-infection// he needs a fast-injection if he wants to last-to-eleven// i controlled his surgeon to perform massive-disection// simply by speaking through light beams in an astral-projection// my battles are one sided like a (fidel)Castro-election// weapon: a meat-cleaver Anon |
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