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My bars got a attitude, you never Textin-Mean
n' ya punches too simple....Complex-Ya-Swings!// I spit about real shit, you just Text-Ya-Dreams about Techs-N'-Beams..n' stuff u Never-Seen..// Dawg, u Fiction. Yu belong in a Children's-Book 'Fishes' are the only things that 'Feel-Ya-Hooks'!// I'm affectin' his emotions, i got his Feelings-Shook i'll take the life out em....leave his Feelings-Took..// thats enough. |
why complex my swings,if your mind contain more garbage than bins
da blade from dis thing will rearrange ur grin the barz from my lines will make u do a headspin onli when applying gin to your hits you can say your punches hit hard we could go punch for punch bar for bar but you still wouldnt be up par and claimin that shitty drop was enough,your not even close to beating me no gun no flow how you beefin-me,your a thought less teacher aint nun u teachin-me man i aint even got my dik in the hood but it feelin-me,my lyrical literature is eazy to see .............to me your just an "infant" soo lil nigga go learn your abc's................................... |
Don't sneeze, cuz you're just coughin' up whack shit
u changed ur font, hoping it'd take the attention off of ur wackness. Your bars need to hit the gym, they so weak ocky and your verse is 'out of structure' like obese bodies. Ya leanin'. I'm here to straighten up ya crooked text your rhymes are so simple...they make Dr. Suess books look complexed. I'll 'blow your eyes on your feet' if you 'lookin to step' or 'put your eyes in a graveyard' cuz you 'lookin for death'.. new style, how u like it..? |
A sick-head on Sins nuts.. But I betten you its curable I'm flushin sick shit like I finished pukin in a urinal Ya heads sick? Don't rap, just cop some prozac If thats a new style.. Please tell me where the flows at All that practice for nothing.. Fam his raps been wasted Cause I just took sickhead's shots out like deCAPitation |
yu RE's AMBASSADOR? well, sonny SMASHIN'-WHORES
u not On My Level, I'm permanently PASSED-YA-FLOOR. I come up wit my shit, u be LOOKIN'-FOR-SOME-FLOWS u only 'make stuff hot' when u PUT-IT-ON-THE-STOVE! I'm suited for war, you still LOOKIN-FOR-SOME-CLOTHES im datin dimes like crazy, u still LOOKIN-FOR-SOME-HOES! put ya guard up, i'm ATTACKIN-WIT-PUNCHES,-TRICK my Lines be 'Killin Felons' Like 'CAPITAL-PUNISHMENT' i feel i'm wastin time when i RAP-WIT-U-FUCKIN-PRICKS cuz my worst bar is crushin HALF-OF-U-FUCKIN-PRICKS! i'm BLASTIN-DA-FUCKIN-CLIPS, BULLETS-SHOOT-FRESH make rapperz 'Take Shots' Like BULLETPROOF-VESTS' |
your fuckin garbage man ill rip you with some wack shit real quick. watch him bob his head to my shit.
defiantly your barz aint sunny.. so close the thread. ....b4 everyone knows you given me "SickHead." fuck your weak kid god everyone knows your wack. how can you be the B.E.S.T?? .. when your punches turn up as a open handed smack! your scheme is forced.. kinda like how im rippin you now! your "big headed" B.E.S.T beatin the unemployment... slim to none hold all barz B.E.S.T is just bunch of fags in the crowd. fuck your antics you and your best man aint shit bitch. cus when it comes to this rap shit you know who runs it.. the mother fuckin Unemployment. |
^well, at least u admitted it was wack shit..
i've DECLINED-YO-VERSE, i can get ya RHYMES-SO-MURKED u "Unemployed"?? That explains why ya LINES-DONT-WORK! Your barz just can't shake me, but my PUNCHLINES-RATTLE n' you can diss me here...but not in a FRONT-LINES-BATTLE?! Thats funny. u kno sonny spit that UNTOUCHABLE-RAP,-GUY its hard to believe u the best...when u DUCKIN-A-WACK-GUY! Stop postin' lines u broke bum. Cuz text? u aint WELL-THERE-YET only line u shud be involved wit...is da one to get ya WELFARE-CHECK! |
lol ok
you with a dope bar's like a homo with no cock to munch cats so fuckin wack you drop in caps so we can spot the punch your bars are played, they're far too gay, your lines they died n passed away Even guys in BEST you rep all knew your crew's too ass to stay Type or mic? either way i'd leave your lot in hospital Must think i got no bread thas why you duckin from the topical Never seen a herb so wack thinking he could murder cats I see my sig as just for jokes but there's your father third from back |
^Nice personal. Props...
he ain't worth eatin', why should i MUNCH-'EM-WIT-FLOWS when he's too wack to realize all "Caps" PUNCHES-ARE-OLD! But u shud start usin ALL CAPS when FLOWIN'-STATEMENTS cuz..........your rhymes don't get noticed in LOWER-CASES! I'm unstoppable. if we clashed, of COURSE-U'LL-THEN-KNOW if i ever did a report on garbage... ^your verse wud be my main SOURCE-OF-INFO! my dad's third from back?? Ur's cud be any of tha FELLAS-THO cuz ya mom let so many guys hit....shit.....we'll NEVER-KNOW! |
dude it doesn't matter what the fuckin case is
all i know is you should really slow down your pace's and gather up all your words in upper case's and put them in one drop and maybe you could face this maybe your shit you spit would come out half decently you just running out of shit to say you've spit to much recently |
watch me rip peg cities finest real "HARD-Cor"
back to basics kid your easy shit.. i'll break this kid in quick thats what herbs are for! three bars thats it?! your wack! so try to move rv's finest.. you cant resist bein sonned by a vet 04' unemployed is why Rv exists! you better shake rattle and roll cus my next punch will be "sin-scere".. cus from here only thing that moves is the waves that reach both of your fuckin ears! lmfao wow half assed but oh well. |
aye poetic.......whose ya daddy/
its pathetic we ran a train on ya mama in the back of the caddy/ I'm the worst, u should be a friend, u wanna add me/ dumb ass, who told u uncle sam wants u to be happy/ colorado huh, i'll bury u under a mountain/ they say its a lyrical homicide i popped u cuz u was doubtin/ chi town, chi town thats where i'm from/ ya baby mama keep callin me, tell her i'm on my way when i'm done/ and tell her i'm bringin my guy so let him hit after i cum/ after we gone here come yo simp ass fuckin her wit ya tongue |
U claim u a deala, maybe so with a DeCk of Cards..//
U da Ace of Spade, well my 2 will Cut-ya-heart../(2 of spades) Ya ego's boosted now cuz u think u got heart..// See, My Queen Serve Jacks, and she only serve 10's..// She Slice ya whole family, Now u aint got Shyt..// Itz kinda Funny, Cuz the JOKER, came thru, Now ya Ace is Killed, Nigga I royal flushed you...// lmao! |
tashay, fly weight/
u light weight to me/ i'm the shark in the sea/ you gold fish to me/ |
wanna make quick cash, but ul never see nowt
cos il put deala outa business like a weed drought and this geeks mouth is full of cum, this is real man he loves to take and make mur cream than the milkman i dont feel bad, im not creepin ya see fuck beat with a bat..il beat him with ease |
vinceness_deala you wack piece of shit.
lets do this. whos your daddy I'm your daddy bitch! dont ever forget. your a deala? cus i've always wondered why.. ......people are sellin you losses over wins! your lines are dead kid way before you were a twinkle in your daddy's eye. its as simple as this.. I half ass it your just plain out Garbage! your cake bro thats why i'm devouring this shit! chi town's wack an everyone in it i'm guessing thats why your there? your about as wack as they come.. in a fantasy world living inside a fuckin square! |
Poetic i'll burn u like a pack of bad pussy/
Ya rhymes stink, ya notebook sayin duche me/ You should take notes, I could put ya skills where they should be/ You wanna battle, set it up......here's a taste of what it could be/ And I would neva forget my daddy and what he said/ He told me victory over defeat until i'm dead/ And the twinkle in my daddies eye/ Was 4 me to get money and fuck bitches, and kill u niggaz wit my lines/ It should be a internet scandal, how i sat u don't cuz nobody will ever stand u/ |
There is neva a drought over here, daubs/
You the type that gets stomped out by a bitch in a clubs/ |
let me rip out ya Esophogus, cuz i see u talk to muCh..//
Have you leakin blood like my period ach Month..// What u dealing, cuz from ya money i see u aint made Enough..// U the only nigga i know, who Fiendz will ask 4 ReFundz..// ya names DEAD to me Like that bastard Sadaam Hussain..// like most, i know u hurt, So JuSt Join again with a different name..// I mirror ur ass, So u can See, im not the one to Play with..// Ill make ya Head~Split they way my bullet Hit ya Brain Bitch..// ya |
I can rap 4 days even ages, different stages bring chaotic situations..//
So I Battle myself Like Cassidy and T.I. did..// My Style PleaSe AckNowledge It, they way i rip mics, call me a Pychotic Chick..// Cuz i Dont Give a Fuck, thats why i talk shyt..// |
Its past holloween and u still pissin n shit/
Its Thanksgiving now so imma eat this chick/ My rockets launch nut in ya mouth n u swallowed it/ Shawty i'll fuck u n leave u leavin u cock sit/ Fuckin wit me, is the only reason u Lady G/ I already know u ain't from the chi, so take a seat/ You beautiful, i gave you that name.......but far from deadly/ Wit a pink pistol, this a sweet/ WE AIN'T ON SESAME STREET/ You battle yourself cuz u the only 1 u can beat/ Slappin yaself, steppin on ya own feet/ Now u left yaself out in the street/ But U know i gotcha, i'm just playin, sincerely/ See u and my lil dude soon, make sure u keep it tight 4 me |
You Funny, I coulda Sworn I heard this On Sesame Street..//
WatCh my Feet, Put my ones to ya fACE, I KNOW U SEE DA-FEET..//(DEFEAT) MY wORDZ PULL THE TRIGGA, WHILE MY BULLETZ MAKE YA HEAD LEAK..// Im So Deadly, like H.I.V., NO CURE 4 U BABY, SO U REST IN PEACE..// Even if u had Pieced ya LYRICS, yo rap game Still wouldnt be Complete...// I SEE U like being my BuStdown, Im gettin tired So I see why niggaz sleep on you..// |
Niggaz only sleep on me/
Cuz I leave em sleep beneath my feet/ Shawty u can talk ya shit but u don't wanna lose ya teeth/ I told u, u don't won't problems so once again have a seat/ I gotta son taller than u, if u still want problems I gotta bullet a lil smaller than u/ N I'll aim it at you/ Leave ya face all chopped and screwed/ Just cuz I called u a bitch don't mean I'm rude/ |
fuck this wack shit. kid your garbage.
inevitable desire my styles cus you honestly think your rapping. dude for real your trash no good lines your wack.. my punches fuckin own you that right ima have this "kidnapping!" call it V for vendetta cus your slashes at the end of your lines DIED! Tashay! son my wittyness pierces your skin more percise then Gay pride! haha ima open this cunt wide watch me "pop" em bloody like virgins do. gotta break ya in so ima smash ya with an extra Line or two!! I can "wrap" circles around ya man you cant stop me. cus slowly your falling eating shit like your rhymes dropping 2 and 3. |
speaking about crack, u smoke it/
ur back, i broke it/` this cat, will flow shit/ cut of ur bitch rack, so she has no tits/ u think u have back, but ur so bitch/ this guy will rat, and go snitch/ whata a fag, he blows dick/ im so sick, u know it/ ill leave ur throat slit just so this bro wont spit/ |
Dude you gotta pick you up shit or you'll be like a ghost
people will be passing you up not knowing that you post because you shit just so whack it's like a curse i almost fell asleep reading that shitty verse in a battle if you drop first you could win without a rhyme because your opponent will fall asleep and run out of time |
Sonny BEATIN'-WHORES while your KEYIN'-BORES
^u almost fell asleep on his verse... but i COMPLETELY fell ASLEEP-ON-YOURS! this GEEK-IS-FLOORED. i'm the BEAST-IN-THIS-BATTLE i'll 'throw Cor away'...like i'm done 'EATIN'-AN-APPLE' u'll get BEAT-TIL-U-RATTLED. i'm QUICK-TO-BOUT punches'll 'Remove Ya Teeth' like Takin 'DENTURES-OUT' i'ma DIFFERENT-SCOUT, show u wat my FIST-ABOUT u'll have to go to ya DENTIST-HOUSE to FIX-YA-MOUTH! |
I'll knock this faggot so hard that he'll see stars
Get locked in Millhaven just to avoid Sonny Bars and come out like David Millgaard with 12 cars 'Cause the world would pay to see you get fucked hard Scarred and rattled.. bitch you're no champion Your sig is patriotic.. .............'Cause you write choppy verses on independance day napkins Is this happenin? Pinch me 'cause i'm droppin one from above And i'll pinch loafs on the faggots below me who show me no love. |
a stone? Nah more like a rolling turd that's LIABLE to get flushed
u the faggot u smiled when you saw ya first big dick n' just blushed Fuck Toronto i piss on maple trees n' wipe my ass with maple leaves Pious you make believe spit a couple of barz that'll make u grieve I'm about me and mine, Fuck the snitches, Fuck the bitches Keepin a .9 when I ride, Cause I'm on a mission for riches |
i smacked COUNTLESS-THUGS, so i'll easily OUT-YOU-CUZ
my dope text just 'Smoke Meth'..not talkin BOUT-DA-DRUG'! punches hit u so hard, docs'll feel ya MOUTH-WIT-PLUGS i'll pop OUT-DEM-PLUGS when i aim at ya MOUTH-WIT-SNUBS. i'll have em 'watchin wut he say' like his 'HOUSE-IS-BUGGED' or like his 'EYES-ON-HIS-LIPS', REALIZE-I'M-THA-SHIT i wont stop barkin til you REALIZE-I'MA-PIT! i spit 'Real'...you just spit 'REAL'-LIES-WHEN-U-SPIT n' everybody REALIZE-IT-SO-QUIT.. |
another wonnabe ganster or thug u make me laugh!!
yeah i admit your DIRTY man,fuck go have a bath. you muppets keep me hungry,u melt easy wiv heat like chocolate barz, but iv never had a taste for sonny barz!! then again who does? best diss on this site iv sin is from daubs!(on ransum) id say its your house thats bugged by urself, few people know ur'a snitch,only you go out like that lil biatch.... |
Lightwork..
You'se a Homo Rapper Who Tongue-Men's-Butts Even Ya Name Shows That U've 'Dun-Men-Nuts'!!//K.O Fuckin Faggot...No Wonder Ur Style-Is-So-Gay Child-I-Dont-Play...I'll Pick Up Tha Cal-N'-Go-Spray// Ha, He Did His Best... Give This Faggot-A-Hand i'll 'Kick Nuts'...Like A 'Woman Thats Mad-At-Her-Man'!// Tha Mag-In-My-Hand, And I'm Aimin-To-Blaze-It so Act Up, I'm Puttin Yo Brains-On-Tha-Pavement// Flames-Wut-I-Came-Wit, I'm Earnin'-Killings U Cudn't 'Cum Wit Flames' While 'Masturbatin In a Burning-Building'!// i Bring-Those-Bars That Leave Ya Spleen-So-Scarred n' ^THAT Was The Worst Diss I've Seen-So-Far...// |
I’m back with the punch lines n' B .E .S .T believe I gotta few
Ya text ain’t strong enough cuz… It’ll take the B .E .S .T outta you On ya album you probably spit a bout how you blast the pump :shoot: Bitch you should rename it 'Sickhead puts his face down and ass up’ :hump: :fu: |
hmmm from the way u get creative i can tell that u spit/
U like to make peeps laugh....always talkin bought dicks/ wat ever happened to the real mean...always on tits/ niggas now adays only spit......... bought dicks/ now is there sumthin wrong wit that?...i really dont no/ But from the way ur experience talk u dont sound like u get ho's/ As a matter of fact ur knowledge about gay people show/ I bet you will get a championship ring cus ur prolly a pro/ You'll be in the hall of fame... for quickest ready to blow/ I bet ur feelin all kinda of stuff in ur mouth..thats why u think u can flow/ So from my point of view,... ur a fagget,, a fuckin punk/ i'll kick u in ur face like janikowski goin to punt/ Me puttin u oon the spot like this is gunna make u stutter and front/ I bet after u read this u ask ur mom to crawl bak into her cunt!/ |
WTF the matter wit you...you really think i'm a fag?/
Nah i'm that nigga... get all the bitches n' loves ta shag/ Keep moms outta ya mouth b4 i put somethin in ya mama/ I'll have her legs up grippin the sheets n' soundin' like a lama/ She'll say that I was the best to ever suck on her brest/ Love when your mom gives me head n' caresses my chest/ Don't know about males...but bitches like ya mom i fuck the best/ |
sonny bars still around???
B.E.S.T still around?? its time to get served... |
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FUCK B.E.S.T.... from now on this is how im gonna start my FREESTYLE... let niggas know im a BEAST NOW.. i was raised in the STREET CLOWN... with my gun in the air like a protestor.. im just raising my PEACE AROUND... while im HEATING niggas down like adjustible spring... you dont know what the Fuck i'll bring.. Mack that'll KICK BACK like im FALLING ASLEEP... Got GATS i stuff all in THE JEEP... while you claiming ya crew DEEP(b.e.s.t) WEAK RUN THROU ALL-YA-MEN... Cuz ya starting to fall off LIKE WEAK ORINIMENTS... after i grab the knife an start BAGG'IN on ya like DUNK TOURNAMENTS... look i done tore-ya-men... bullets like flight.. you can take a TOUR WITH THEM... and keep squint'ing your eyes.. cuz u gonna get drop thinking you a Ruff Ryder like JIN.. and i dont need jenny crage to let me know ya chances are starting to look THIN.. i'll just grab the shoty and start BUST'IN WITH THEM.. an leave HOLES on ya the SIZE OF RIMS... said ya had GUTS... well im gonna start ripp'in them out from WITH-IN... and leave the rest of the TRASH on the STREET like i NEVER SAW THE BIN... im a Serial killah... blasting at you dude like max volum on u'r stero... leave'in more holes on ya then a box of cherrio.... (cherrio cornflakes) my bar authentic... your the generic kind with played material... so there no WAY YOU FUCVKING WITH ME... like CRABS ON A HAIRY-HOE... IM BACK FUCKER... bet ya didnt miss me... and i know its so true... why miss someone WHO BEAT 2 of ya crewmate.. AN CAN SAY... I RAN THROUGH MORE THEN HALF YA CREW... start calling me MASTER... Fuck joing forces... where no where near affiliated i'll SQUEEZ ya NECK till ya face turn HALF BLUE.. then slash ya other side to make this look GANG-RELATED... there no way you can MATCH ME... I SNAP SPLEEN when i ova-react like a DOSE OF CAFFEINE... this cat mean... you a SICKHEAD?... THEN my Gat'lll Give SHOTS LIKE A VACCINE... spiting out quicker then a MAC-MACHINE... AND Leaveing you DEAD STIFF like you pledging for the MARINE's.. MOTHER FUCKER... you lucky i gotta go BITCHES.. 300 J.G WE STILL RUNING THIS RAP SHIT.... EITHER YA RUN WITH US OR GET RAN THE FUCK OVA!!! |
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naw see homie i no ur a fuckin fag/ Ya u prolly do get bitches the the fakers and the hags/ The ones that are related where there dick sags/ Put it in ur ass did you no that was ur dad/ and my mom prolly does give you head/ Its the only thing you get or prolly ever had/ At least wit a gurl that is but its not so big/ Cus the big stuff is when ur mouth get filled wit jizz/ And as for ransum cumon nigga the games are ova/ U play so many of ur rhymes shhh. guess wat..... IM STILL NOT CLOVA/ haha ya u remeber that dont cha bitch/ You were so into tryin to be a snitch/ Talkin bought strobe banned him he has aliases/ But then you figured out no one was buyin into ur business/ SO pleeze stop the b.s. its really not as cold/ Ur the only mane on here thats over 25 years old/ Get a fuckin like.... Go smoke sum bowls/ Maybe next time you spit get more outta control/ You front on evrybody and u think ur the shit/ But maybe its cus ur the only one on rv still tryin to spit/ So imma leave u in a peacefull bliss/ TELLIN U TO GET OFF THIS MUTHA FUCKIN SITES DICK/ |
I don't know what's worse.. your crew or that verse?
It's like you traded site activity... ................................With the body in your hearse. I flash talent in short spurts, call ME strobe as I light you Got an oreo in your sig so I can take a bite from you Punch after punch, you always fail to hit accurate I'll shake this bitch so bad, his aliases will have parkinsons. |
Okay oreo haha thats funny nigga laugh/
ALl them put together is worth more then any life you've ever crashed/ And i say that in humility to u/ Cus i dont no wats worse ur flow is jus poo/(lol) And here we go wit aliases wtf is wit that/ U take so many rappers lines like mark maguires bat/ Its kinda funny to listen to how u play the game/ Cus u think you got athority nigga i'll put u to shame/ Its no one elses fault ur the one to blame/ I wnet easy this time homie next time i will prolly do the same/ |
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