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Ehhh
I'll put ya career on hold Im back and you cannot doubt this I committed the murder but aint want a ransum ur in a hole and the jury aint out yet Ya get ya 2 Cents worth just like ya girls no dimes Ya need to put savaging rick in quotes cuz ya aint write that line Ya want to be a ghetto celebrity stars and gunnin Im real 300 JG U want ur 300 Bars and start runnin |
Ya post count, same age of your lryical desgression
Your just a fake queer, looking to let out some agression Its depressing the way i crush lame dudes like these They all the fucking same--losers repping 300 J.G. N atelast this guys name fully respresents him on the rhyming tip Cuz when its fully sounded out; people say "Virsus's T.otally S.hit" |
the rymes you create: really suck apphillyate:
ill chew you up and spit you out like rotten philly cheese steaks: but wait: its more like ill dispose of you like my cum, after i masturbate: for goodness sake: i got you more shook than san fran after an earthquake: by now your probably gettin mad so lets take it to ricky lake:so i can slash you and dash you up with a garden rake: your ass is hella fake:i know my ryme was wack too, but thats cause im hella baked!!!! lol peace |
Sonny HELLA-GREAT. n I can TELL-YA-FAKE
to blame ya wackness on bein 'HELLA-BAKED', smh... When u postin, yu just WASTE-ALL-YA-TIME n ya raps sound like ur BAKED-ALL-THE-TIME! Sonny a hustla, I get CAKE-ALL-THE-TIME while you still broke wit CAKE-ON-YA-MIND Fuck beefin, i got CAKE-ON-MY-MIND while u broke fucks still walkin around wit 'STEAK-ON-YA-MIND'.. thats why you niggas rap about GLOCK-SQUEEZIN' cuz ya'll just frustrated cuz ya'll NOT-EATIN'... i'll only shoot if u test me or if i STOP-EATIN other than that, M.O.E til i STOP-BREATHIN... |
Dam sonny you can tell you aint bin around much recently,
that was the worsed shit you have writ 2 me personally. I'l give you alittle suning suning to get you moving, alittle kick to stop you sounding so cartooning. I think your taking the cake fettish abit too far, by the 6th line you had me feelin a little sheepish bla-bla bla bla. Light weight abit too generous for kids of your caliber, fly-e gone and not even the others will collab-wid-ya. So repping the b.e.s.t on your own so it seems, dreams of taking the net over all but over know what i means????? lol good to see ya back on stay active man. |
REPLY FOR SONNY BARS.....
ya flow like a GAG.. cuz you SUCK SO MUCH... no wounder you SPIT-IT.... style a virgin in rap.. cuz HONESTLY... U'LL NEVER GO ALL THE WAY WITH-IT.. (BITCH) this be my life... you can feel my verse cuz i stay COMMITED... and you SO LIGHT IN THE ASS... you couldnt out weigh a FITTED... so just admitt - it.... ITS OVA-MAN... u'll get CRUSHED... like HULK HUGEN WITH SODA-CANS... ya flow so twisted.. they'll find ya toung HOLDING YA GLANS... never will you be concider PHAT... unless ya STOMACH OVA YA PANTS... and dont talk that thug-shit.. forgeting u dont have bravery... cuz i'll WHIP DUDE SO BAD... YOU SWEAR I BROUGHT BACK SLAVERY... IT's RANSUM BITCH!!>... aint shit change but the money in the BANK... a couple of more BITCHES... 2 BABY NINES... EVEN A NEW SHANK... plus a couple of shovels for some NEW DITCHES... and so many SHELLS... if i wrote down the AMOUNT U SWEAR I BAG SHORTY DIGITS... so dont get it FUCKED UP... 300 J.G RUN THIS RAP SHIT... and the WAY YOU DELIEVER YA CRAP... ITS LIKe YOU ONLY KNOW HOW TO (w)RAP-SHIT... MOTHER FUCKER.... EZ.... IM BACK BITCH!!!.... HOLD MY NUTS IN YA MOUTH BITCH.... WHO FUCKING WITH ME?? 300 J.G.... WHO FUCKING WITH US??? NOBODY!!!! EZ.... |
Ran, i must be the guy that you HOPE-TO-MURK
cuz you b on my dick everytime i POST-A-VERSE! i aint been on in 2 months cuz it aint WORTH-IT,-B but as soon as i come bk..he got a VERSE-FOR-ME?! i mean damn..yu cud've at least CAME-OUT-WITTY u had 2 months to prepare..n u still CAME-OUT-SHITTY! i've been gone recording, cuz my RAPS-IS-NICER while u still on the net, postin wack RAPS-IN-CYPHERS u just ACTIN-NICER, tho u kno u'll never SEE-ME and i SEE-HE still on here tryna BE-ME.. puttin caps in ya shitt like me, but the FACT-IS my verses capitalize WORDS, yours capitalizes WACKNESS! N u right...aint shit changed but YO MONEY-IN-THE-BANK u used to have $1...but now u have NO MONEY-IN-THE-BANK! lol.. broke bastard. we'll never see HIM-WIT-CHECKS he a grown man still goin to the library for the INTERNET! thats why Ran be droppin' his verses in NO-TIME he know how to post quick..cuz libraries give em a time limit ON-LINE! lol.. i FLOW-LINES to OWN-MINDS. u an UNKNOWN-KIND I'm a man. so go n' play with kids on your OWN-TIME.. |
im a grown man.. my own man... with-no-fam...
doing my own-thing like a solo dance... you a bitch in jeans.. that'll quickly get put down like a paid-hoe... so sonny be real... you wouldnt cross me if the street sign said go... i aint been here in ova 2 months as-well... and i still see ya flow sick... CUZ IT AINT DOING THAT WELL... ya boy ransum i'll smash u with bars like you flew INTO a jail... drop'in'em harder then jump'in with-no parrasut like you knew u had to bail... this boy write frail... i'll sqeez ya neck till u blueish white pale... cuz u bound to drop agenist me like crack boats that dont sail... MOTHER FUCKER.... |
ok ransum u wanna diss sonny but u suck//
who want what wit me, im like, luvin what u come, with// not, but the gat'll pop, leave u purple like a plum is// look, 'i get on a track' n 'run this', wat it, is// heavy as lug boots, i'll fuck u up// duke u lucked out// i'll buck, 'duck down' or get 'shot the fuck up'// plus.. my mind state as of late is focused on not waitin// im, anxious, ta put yall marks underground like pipe layin// yea, spray dat 9 thing, rupture ya spine n spleen// 7 spray, i bet he fake wit a lame rhymin scheme// so mine'll spring like shocks on a car// ransum commin at me, u may as well stop were u are yea |
42 keyz jabbering on bout nothing like his popped 42 E's,
bitch please when you drop you make the worst feel at ease. I'm thinking maybe this the reason you wearing them shades, make your castle from bucket and spades,but now it gone with 1 grenade. few lines and a half hearted diss to a newbie,bitch u amuse me, take this chance to be schooled b,u fooling no-one u'll see. No effort needed your work is enough to diss yourself, stick to ya day job, sucking men only way u gettin alittle wealth. Shit makes me laugh,u trying to be down with rap-god couldnt save ya. not many can rap with'a name sounding like u'z a piano player. |
you called me out... but you really dont want it with me...
the only prick that cant drop good tunes with 42 keyz.... the gun pop... pushing ya mouth out ya head... u be with the pigs all-day.... like u sleeping with the fed's... hold up hold up FUCK THAT... its ya boy ran... but i aint never left a sceen... slash ya face... and leave ya bleeding all ova ya jeans... i'll bash ya bones... rob a car then crash ya home... snatch ya phone.. and let ya bitch hear my laughing tone... dawg's im quick to flip like lab-tops... pull ya ova.. rob ya work... then put it on ya block like bad-cops... i blast glocks... shit so big it dont even fit in a stash box... i got to go.... eeh at my rhyme thou lol... |
YO-FAG, i think YOU even know you FLOW-SAD
so you exaggerate about guns you DON'T-HAVE. just start prostitutin. u'd make a good HOE,-FAG i'll be your pimp, and i'll 'sell you' like DOPE-BAGS.. u SO-MAD cuz i'm flames, my bars burn NOTE-PADS and every verse i spit, i 'Son You' like 'YO-DAD' n' DONT-BRAG about the money in YO-STASH cuz u know u aint got a dime wit ya BROKE-ASS.. Battlin face to face, i'd leave u GLADLY-WRECKED he would choke...but he got a good GAG-REFLEX! i'll GRAB-THA-TECHS, leave u SAGGED-N'-STRETCHED hit u in the leg, head n' tell u, "Yo ABS-IS-NEXT!" this too easy, i aint have to break HALF-A-SWEAT n i already crushed this FAG-IN-TEXT, now FAGGOT,-REST.. |
ayo son amazing.. gun is blazing with soild bars like dog's caged-in...
you wouldnt have a Hard-Hit with a hoe' layed-in the Days-in... who this boy think he at all phazing... he better quit rap like mase-n.. switch style.. cuz if it get wild... the gun i'll leave'em pale-white like caucasin... son'in you all.. from all age-n... you wouldnt get sign if you knew all agents... B.E.S.T to roll with me... or get splatterd horribley like a movie from west-craven... im not at all playin... you soon gonna leave with hurt-feeling... cuz my Steriod-Punches done stricked more niggas then Curt-Chilling... im the worst villen that dispurse the verse killing... burst the first drilling... that'll hang you high in a herse-celling.... you just a purse-steeling...but your my first-mealing.. said he was bless... let's see if he live's from a chruch-healing... i murk-peeling...Ran puting'em in he's place like bad-children... keep talking back an watch me knocking ya block off like old building... im giving out hard shots like phat ass with back'shots... ya fire wouldnt light a match-box... leaveing'em layed on the floor like pavment black-top... so watch how you talking to ransum or i'll have'em dancing... with repeated shots aim hitt'em him from head leg's-cheast and hand-SON.. MOTHER FUCKER..... |
ayo son amazing.. gun is blazing with soild bars like dog's caged-in...
you wouldnt have a Hard-Hit with a hoe' layed-in the Days-in... who this boy think he at all phazing... he better quit rap like mase-n.. switch style.. cuz if it get wild... the gun i'll leave'em pale-white like caucasin... son'in you all.. from all age-n... you wouldnt get sign if you knew all agents... B.E.S.T to roll with me... or get splatterd horribley like a movie from west-craven... im not at all playin... you soon gonna leave with hurt-feeling... cuz my Steriod-Punches done stricked more niggas then Curt-Chilling... im the worst villen that dispurse the verse killing... burst the first drilling... that'll hang you high in a herse-celling.... you just a purse-steeling...but your my first-mealing.. said he was bless... let's see if he live's from a chruch-healing... i murk-peeling...Ran puting'em in he's place like bad-children... keep talking back an watch me knocking ya block off like old building... im giving out hard shots like phat ass with back'shots... ya fire wouldnt light a match-box... leaveing'em layed on the floor like pavment black-top... so watch how you talking to ransum or i'll have'em dancing... with repeated shots aim hitt'em him from head leg's-cheast and hand-SON.. MOTHER FUCKER..... owned himself |
i'm NOT-BOASTIN', but i'm hot, cant STOP-SMOKIN'
and you would've been better off just NOT-POSTIN'. i GOT-OCEANS of punches, u sure to DROWN-IN-EM n' yo bitches?? Every night, I swim AROUND-IN-EM! Your verses?? You just be playin AROUND-IN-EM thats why i laugh when you be gettin LOUD-IN-EM And battles?? You're no longer ALLOWED-IN-EM cuz tha shit u rap make u sound like a CLOWN-IN-EM i'ma HOUND-IN-EM, so if you STEP,-DIKE i'll 'shut u down' like computer hackers do WEB-SITES i'll catch you drivin, then pull out the LEAD-PIPE n 'let it shine in front of ya car' like 'HEAD-LIGHTS'! get ya HEAD-RIGHT, or i'ma LEAN-IT-TO-THE-LEFT u got a dirty mouth, so i'ma CLEAN-IT-WIT-A-TECH or fuck it, i aint gotta CLEAN-IT-WIT-A-CLIP cuz u a bitch. so i'll just CLEAN-IT-WIT-A-FIST... |
I see your rushed lines looking like divorced ryhmes,
not working coz rap saying for u its closed blinds. Your diss not affective your brake didnt work out like expected, i put things inta perspective your wordplay needs to be more selective. Stuck on same subjects,as time goes by gets more boring less complex, seems as if theres something your trying ta protect.......... Is it your just wack for real or maybe ur mind jus stuck on homo phonesex.???? LOL 2 people posted before i finished lol. i only had my dinner, dam yo guys did'nt waste no time........ well i gotta go PEACE |
listen i hold-steel, im so-willin ta go-in on Dumb and Nuts, cuz this ugly fuck's no competition like old-wheels, wit no spokes
n i a put the toasta ta yo-ribs, sqeeze, holster it higher n light up yo-grill with no roast, u a catch it hard, dat choppa a blast n turn ya backwards boi, or make u bounce like basketballs after all u got no skill, thats why it took u so long to post those 7 lines n still them boys was weak as hell/ lol u just a fish nigga wit no gills, but i let the hecklar koch wetcha top, sever several parts of ya whole frame, dismantle u n hit the block only time u ever 'spit crack' was wen u bit a rock only time u, ever 'drop hot shit' is wen u ate too much food wit too much hot sauce bitch i aim fa da head, if u scream then u dead meat he prolly went to court n plead n preached about a regular petty thief hit the block n got fucked by every g, now he rap cuz he left the hood n wanna take it out on us emcees suckin d is another time, wen u spit, get the message u weak n aint neva gettin no better keyz |
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Pain in my eye to see that shit make me thinkin you high,
dont play with the guns, dribble artist you may jus die. U jibber jabber rotten, bitch you know your forgotten, u bring nothing to the table you hit wack top to bottom. Try mock my poker name,shame on the new'b bitch, working so hard to make yo name see through snitch. I dominate you in every area but not ur bent imagination, i see your temptation to bite but all you deliver is confusion maybe delousion. Get at me when u find the key of how to make 2 lines ryhme, coz u sounding like fake/jumped up combined,no feed read those sign's. Rap about truth or being real, not shit like u wanting to be hard, your played out,only thing you repping is your dream's-young kid scar'd-fuckin retard. Re-read the shit you wrote over imagin if you planted that shit, u have a seed, fuckin water it everyday dont just conjure up alit spit. That aint enough,your bitch tuff you lyrics are more hairy then ya nans muff+ u fake like your drinking simpson duff. You diver and qiver while i just hope my advice just hits ya, i wont split ya but with what i read,no-campany gon'll come get ya. |
Darkmanner
owned himself[/QUOTE] ^^^ time to shit on this dude... Dude claim i own myself... like a land from forigners... guess i aint use to being pimp.. now go back Bitch and work my corner... slap yaself for stupid ass remarks... cuz this is like a valcano compared to a few sparks... i say im beasting on dudes... he says he'll bark... so i'll chain this dog to poll and leave'em at a park... im sharp like blades and roll deep like paraids... the way i'll murder you.. i'll keep the cops guessing like sharaids... you talk so much shit... i can pull ya head out ya ass... im no joke.. let's see you try an make this killer clown laugh... i pull out gun from the stash... you pull out then crash... plus i pop magnum rubbers... an u'r dick slip's off from the smallest condom they have... so when ya bitch get off... it aint cuz they had an orgazsim... they getting off cuz they finger can give'em more pasion... and if i see dude shopp'ing... am at the mall-blast'in... till dudes lungs drop like he's respatory system fall crash'in... then treat he's face like idaho patatos and begin mashing... and i got bitches that'll brake he's wood like hes front-door bashed-in... this aint a real verse... am just showing you 'up-front' what it is like the 'site-banner'... that ransum'll bust holes throu ya body till the 'Light Shyining' throu he's 'Dark-Manner'... :shoot: MOTHER FUCKER.... :cussing: |
Ransum, GO-SIT. cuz i know you're just SO-PISSED
that you been here since 06 n still cant FLOW-SICK you should just start bitin' some of my OLD-SHIT i got a whole ocean of verses, you should GO-FISH.. record labels is another reason you're SO-PISSED cuz you 'got fucked alotta times' like 'YO-BITCH'! Just stop rapping! i hate when you FLOW-SHIT i'd just make ya gurl suck me if i wanted to see a 'HOE-SPIT' YO-QUIT, its KINDA-BLUFF when u RHYMIN-STUFF ya career's similar to 'flavor of love eliminations', ya 'TIME-IS-UP' Give up..LIKE-QUITTERS, cuz when i STRIKE,-NIGGER my punches 'get inside your skin', LIKE-SPLINTERS' if rap's a bitch, you've never been TIGHT-WIT-HER my flow?? its 'known to be cold', LIKE-'WINTER' the flow keep goin, i WRITE-RIVERS.. but u not hot, you just posin' LIKE-WIGGERS my ice gimme LIGHT-SHIVERS, but urs NEVER-WAS-GOLD your ice only keeps my BEVERAGE-COLD..lol u'll never see Sonny, i'm BETTER-WIT-FLOW so u can drink my cum like a BEVERAGE,-HOE.. |
even if u was fukin wit D.J. Kahlid u still aint in "THE BEST" krew
.say you got a whole ocean of verses..ha I dont got to jump in to wet u bars dont shine bitch you aint sunny/ the only way you w(rap) tight is if u was a mummy you bitch you can get the fuk from me/ ill expose ur weak ass worse than this months playboy bunny bitch claims his cubic gives him light shivers/ he cant rock real shit cuz he knows it'll get snatched quicker imafukin vsop remi henny sippa/ while he raps about how hes ballin fadeing sum colt 45 malt liquor its ova just fukin give it up son/ what can i say your moms a whore her pussy swallowed my cum filled magnum |
i ain't new to this, i been leavin' HATERS-BLAZED,-KID
so Sonny quick to 'eliminate Tik' like 'FLAVA-FLAV-DID'! Dont try to talk about my ice; it has a GREAT-SHINE while yo broke ass can't even afford the FAKE-KIND! u'll expose me like the PLAYBOY-BUNNY?? this GAY-BOY-FUNNY cuz from wat i remember...YOU were this month's PLAYBOY-BUNNY! u known to get in them GAY-BOY'S-TUMMIES they pay u to do that...you be gettin GAY-BOY-MONEY!lol get this GAY-BOY-FROM-ME... i dont FUCK-WIT-FAGGOTS this playboy bunny hop on dicks...i dont FUCK-WIT-RABBITS i FUCK-WIT-MATICS that'll hit you UP-THA-BADDEST to leave u 'sittin in ya car motionless' like u 'STUCK-IN-TRAFFIC'! |
this bitch say's his ice got great shine
claims a ocean full of lyrics then takes mine this niga is the kind who loves a gay joke the guilty one points the finga is wat they say bro serious this dude must have a crush on flava flave always talkin bout clocks mad he wont give u the time of day each one of ya lines is played gay repetitve in all the shit you say talkin bout 'MATICS' wen the only thing u got 'MATIC' is an ass whippin quit wit the fag shit listen ur soft runin' from thugs ya idea of fast livin |
you rhyme with no pasion.. punches with no action...
thats like the hulk with noting to smash-in.... i begin laughing... because ya rhyme so garbish... they'll get throw right out the trash-bin... im hot flames you's a has-been.. when you gonna stop the acting... rapverse aint stupid... you just the stupid one rapping... ya career like stiff back.. and am about to get it crack-in... you'll feel so free... mixtapes i'll pay me for my written instead of me rapp'ing... you rhyme basic... then claim greatness... i cant take this... blades i'll give you faces-lift... then its a hospitol race quick... but the ambulance never came cuz hey figuer it was a waste bitch... cuz ransum never waste clips... like good movie editor... you couldnt move me if you was my track compititor... here another clue to beating me... it'll never happen cuz im better-then-ya... you think you thug... i'll leave bullet wounds as tattos embeded-in-ya... claim to fuck hoe's... but i can bet you have tranvestites in the bed-didnt-ya crazy sick fuck.... said it was only head-wouldn't-ya?... i rather have my balls cut off and bash.. cuz that^^ i couldnt-bra.... so sonny here a bright idea!... fall back like you slipp'in... and leave rapverse cypher and get rid of all ya writtens... cuz ya punches like exsotic pussy-cats... you have no balls you just showing us you'r kitten's... MOTHER FUCKER.... |
wow ya rap style is garbage u can throw it away
actin like u hard wen the whole site nows that ya gay i neva claimed to fuk bitches but i still hit ya motha while the only ass you eva seen was wen ya fatha fukd ya i can keep it simple wit my style and still i melt ya if ya bars was brail and the world was blind no-one still eva felt ya fuk u stay wak and u've been doin this rap shit for way to long u battlin me is still like an ant trying to go toes wit king-kong |
Ransum gay?? Duh! But wow man, that's STRAIGHT-DOPE
cuz i ain't know Homo's were allowed to throw GAY-JOKES! Rans father fuk'd em?? Smh...this guy ABOVE-ME-IS-FAKE ur father wud've fuk'd yu too..but u're too UGLY-TO-RAPE! SONNY-IS-GREAT! Against me, all you DUMMIES-GET-ATE I'm flames; if u swallow my lines, ya TUMMIES-GET-BAKED I'ma MEAN-DON. So dont come at the KING-WRONG cuz in this fight...you're the ant and i'm KING-KONG! |
i use to give a fuck what sonny brought to the table...
then i notices he's screamble lines like fucked up cable... fuck respect.. hell yea i'll punch this bitch... and shove ya moms on-top of ya in the cuff'in, ...so u can feel how the stiff bitch felt on my dick... im darange with aim... an use to nail'ing niggas like picture frames... it's insane... how i pluck'ed holes throu he's cheast and chain, and pour aicd down to remove he's insides like liqued-drain... i'll pick ya brains like tumurs... an rip you off ya strips like boot-leg puma's... dont let this mis-fit fool-ya... cuz he dont size up to ransum like broken rulers... i rock ya dooms like angry palastinians... able to spit 1 verse that'll shit on ya family for many millinium... sonny grabs the mic and people wounder whats the deal with him... skeptik grabs the mic and automicly no-one feeling'em... and they both claim they nice and thats that!!.. so its odvious the outta they mind like a brain transplant... FALL BACK.... ITS RANSUM BITCH!!!.... THE TOP GUNNER.... 300 J.G BITCH... |
yea yea, that wack shit-should b urz, u a wack nigga, please whore, u fall back or b a scene of gore on the street//
on ya back, i make fake nigga see morgues, n i never seen two fag rappers spit off on the same screen// ransum'll get his hand cut, demendin his grip on the game back, till i spit 16 n leave his frame cracked// blaze that guage at his face then stick my dick in His mother cuz she a MILF brother so how'd u come out lookin like shit? lol |
bitch step out the game like you enter the wrong room...
you with rap is like a anerixsic chick in a weight-lost-room... just wait for the punches to come and not verbally... you'll get hit so many time... they'll bandage ya whole like a full-body sergury... ya verse is shit and punches out dated like fossile... with a gun in my hand.. i'll blow 2 holes in ya face like nostrials... this rap shit aint game... and ya skill's not commited... in a battle... u'll get jump with punches like living in L.A with a new-york fitted... and you dont need to see me in person to see my verse mean... i'll cut ya balls off and pour blech throu to help ya pissy flow seem clean... go-ahead and get ya whole team... none of ya can make-me-quit... ya'll end up loseing agenist the odd of 18-1 like the patriot... and dont talk shit... cuz im just gonna laugh-at-him-more... i'll leave you in a wet-white-sheet like an african-whore... and no im not racist... its just ya narrow minded fuck think to basic... so here somthing simple... if you run my guns are train to make you sit... fuck that... i'll flip ya top down like the last drop from a cup... and leave ya whole fan-base mouth-wide open like they ready to suck... MOTHER FUCKER... YOU ARE NOT FUCKING WITH ME PERIOD..... 300 J.G |
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You say that to all of us cuz this FACT-IS-TRUE every chick you ever had has said THAT-TO-YOU! N' I would eat you, but you too WACK-TO-CHEW beatin u is like 'dying'...its sumthin i HAVE-TO-DO' How u tha best, yet you in tha WACKEST-CREW 300 J.G?! Ha. I already ate at least HALF-OF-YOU! Yes, i ATE most of yall MEMBERS-WIT-MY-WORDS so when i shit, yu'll find ur MEMBERS-IN-MY-TURDS! n i wont stop, I'ma keep DISMEMBERIN'-THIS-HERB til he 'gets looked at in shame' like 'thugs ENTERIN-THE-BURBS' my punches get deep, they ENTER-IN-UR-NERVES so sharp, they feel like SPLINTERS-IN-UR-NERVES why challenge?? u not a CONTENDER-WIT-MY-WORDS i'll 'make em fly away' like 'WINTER-DO-THE-BIRDS'.. so cold, i'm DECEMBER-WIT-MY-WORDS. they GIVE-EM-THE-CHILLS he said he better than me??Ha! Whose GIVIN-EM-PILLS?? he act serious, but i dont think this KID-IS-FA-REAL u KIDDIN-FA-REAL, so dawg, stop SPITTIN-N'-CHILL.. only reason i aint hittin this KID-WIT-THA-STEEL cuz his grave ain't completely dug, they DIGGIN-IT-STILL.. n' you hatin' on my bars but you DIG-EM-FA-REAL so you can suck my DICK-TIL-IT-PILL.....MOTHERFUCKER! |
this be my swagger talk... i'll smack ya jaw...
bash ya face then stash the raw... cuz ransum aint a stupid slow type... you just a stupid prick with verses he slow-write.. and still fuck's up punches like wrist shots... you claim to be the top emcee then my mac i'll help you be a BIG-SHOT... kid stop... i twist tops like soda... and like terra attack i move soildgers... you a bitch with grip's..not on clips but dicks when they move towards ya.. i'll cut ya head off with a sharp sword then pop whores... who you claim is wify.. but not likely since the bitch is not your's... i already seen the thongs in the top drawer... and she say u pussy...and gay cuz you blew it like blowers... i'll drop you to ya knees like you prays to god.. which is me.. ransum saying it rexlessly im rapverse GOD... dont think so then prove it.. flow i get into it like water-rafting... and everything you create i'll get despose like artis with bad crafting... if you the big show then i guess this is bad acting... claim he got balls... yea.. in ya ass where they pack'ed-in... just relacks fam... you aint ready like virgins for this grewsom slaughter... and dont claim ya flow sweet.. you just spit sweet like sugar and water... dont need to get political.. when its critical to this indivisual... that killing is my ritual... an i'll tear that ass up like lock-jaw when a pit-just-pull... and have ya blood cover the floor like leaking pools... what the fuck was you thinking fool... i'll smash ya face and have you driping like sleep-with-drul... my punches hit so hard i'll punch a hole in ya face... all for that paper like the knoledage use for a brif-case... my lines dope like i speak lace and still murder you lyrically with no trace... cuz if i did ever get cought.. it would be for robbery not murder like O.J... MOTHER FUCKER>.... IT ONLY GET WORST.... KEEP COMING AT ME... |
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You say "it only get worst"?? Now, i'm ACTUALLY-PISSED. cuz all this time, i thought ^THAT was as WACK-AS-IT-GETS! ya RAPS'LL-GET-RIPPED. challenge me? u LACKIN'-IN-SENSE SLACKIN'-IN-WITS, or over-dosed on CRACK-THAT-U-SNIFF. the FACTOR-IS-THIS, u not HALF-AS-SICK when RAPPIN-SHIT even if you PRACTICE-IT, u cudn't touch my WACKEST-SHIT u say u "Rapverse GOD"?? who got this FLUKE-ALL-HYPED,-B?? Sonny quick to 'take this GOD powers' like 'BRUCE-ALMIGHTY'! how is Ransum strong, all his drops are FUCKIN'-WEAK-SHIT and Sonny'll 'surround you wit flow', til u FUCKIN'-SEA-SICK! u got wackness mastered so good, u cud FUCKIN'-TEACH-IT at the "Wackness Academy, Home of the FUCKIN'-WEAKEST!" ha & when it comes to ya gurl, she's the FUCKIN'-SWEETEST she's known to 'suck on my body' like FUCKIN'-LEECHES! you heard of "Ether", right?? well this the FUCKIN'-REMIX call this your llulaby, now go to FUCKIN'-SLEEP,-BITCH!! |
really?
sonny barz i hate to break ya heart but u aint dope, see? especially when your using a structure that was played back in 03 n ya raps a lie. its the truth that SB will never be best so ill knock you backwards to show everyone that ur BS The B.E.S.T Crew? wow stop reppin that and your members cause CS roster full of competition.. yours is just pretenders & your also known as the punchline champ? quit it want me to tell you how it feels?.. ive ACTUALLY been it |
plain n simple L.I., i bet u like ta testify//
da fuck? stop fo buckshots blow chunks outcha pair-of-eyes i must not b seein correctly, he just gotta-be-kidden// i a buss the gat at his pectorales, puncture n leave no lung-capacity-in-em// look-boi, ur not good-boi, g-please-chill fo the heat-spill every part of ya teef'd-grill on the screen// i need-bills n i a cleave-off-heels ta get it// beat em into a seazure, grasp then stab em till he's-still// listen. if i aint hotter den u ur the best artist ta spit// getcha head geeked up n get it blown off quick// "L.I.", headline article "made it n a guage made his farrari flip"// your borin career's like a whip, by now u should just start parkin it// easy |
syrup sipppin nigga huh...my bars'll lean ya worst than pim-C
verse be empty if i was yah shadow u'd still be scared to against me punches will hit ya hard like a heavyweight u feathaweight getin ya ass whipped the only thing u demonstrate u need to focus betta yet meditate b-4 i levitate ya face then your corpse cuz thats the only way u 'ELEVATE' |
nekka wait, yo flow garbage, shit im just bein honest//
stop it ur an embarrasment, very bitch are wat your bars is// im sick shit my lyrics got a nigga barfin// skeptik ca get remeasured wen tek-clips rip in his garmet// now his mom is singin out dearly departed n janitors moppin his thought particles off his lawn n keyz got it locked, skeptik just another cretik// (critic) listen i bet this aint even a me goin hard spit// |
TIME TO GET RID OF YA ALL.....
this is a freestyle just something to mess-with... then skeptik clap back... cuz my weakest drop beat'em and he couldnt accept it... the rest of the verse he'll get negeltic... cuz there more to feed... cuz like angry piano players... im about to smash on 42-keys... this dude a fake with raps.. plus he's from chi-town... couldnt even fuck the lose hoe... cuz around him they get shy-now... he thought he was doing something.. cuz he's humping with the belt still tied down... and the stupid mother fucker busted a nut before shorty even lied-down.. an ya verse like a family murder... cuz reading it make us cry-loud... you couldnt drop a hard verse if, ...ya rap-book was on the roof with a bunggy-cord attech on the ground tied-down.. im fine now... enough of this prick.. im about to whore this bitch... cuz L.I a tranvestite... "miss me?".. FUCK NO.. why would i want to look at a fagget switch... he's ass-hole is wide-open... look at him with he's head down like who-knew.. cuz he's name express he's ass-hole.. lets other know to "do you"... and fuck our battle... that was a different style i tryed... no offense been made... but either im bugging or they despreate for letting a queer in chryme sindicate... who the fuck care's about ya style.. its only dick-ryders who loves it... you just mad cuz ya style i'll never be phat like a pragnet bitch stomach... here we go ya moms loves it on the knees... but ya girls a shoppin' carts handle...always pushed around and stuff'd with meat... im done toping L.I and he fake fame lets change names to sonny bars... he's verse cant fight... cuz like fast-brakes... i'll run-ya-guard... (get it) so there no dout with rap this bitch weaker... cuz aint no-one buying it like boot-leg jordan snakers... and fuck a rematch.. cuz like lighter sonny there no match... now get off this danm computer... there no need for a young'in in a adult-chat... cuz honestly you'll get hurt and bruised in' shackles... thug? closest you got locked up... would be our re-match thread since people are lazy to vote on battles... MOTHER FUCKERS.... |
L.I.?? Quit. my verse?? You'll never PHYSICALLY-GET-WITH-IT
n u better than me?? L.I must stand for "LITERALLY-IGNORANT"! my style was played in 03? i wouldn't make a STATEMENT cuz the style you have was played the day it was CREATED.. WE-HATE-IT cuz ^HE-MADE-IT. It should've got CREMATED but since it didn't, i'll RE-BLAZE-IT til it's INDEED-FADED.. u BEEN the punchline champ?? that braggin shud VANISH cuz you've BEEN the punchline champ....but i AM-IT! Ransum...rap practice?? u shud start COMIN'-MORE instead of droppin a long ass verse thats wacker than the ONE-BEFORE.. i already killed you, how you still RUNNIN',-WHORE?? i put u 6 ft in the dirt...guess i gotta stomp u UNDER-MORE.. Understand: i run with G'z, but u RUN-WIT-WHORES who go around suckin' dick til they TONGUE-IS-SOAR! The rapgame is a building; i'm at the top, u UNDER-FLOORS when i come, you scream louder than the THUNDER-ROAR bars like 'incomplete nip tucks', they leave 'STOMACHS-TORE' you cudn't 'bust sharp', even if you 'CUM-WIT-SWORDS' fag, u touched more dicks than the 'TONGUES-OF-WHORES' you a HOE,-SON...he shoots at guys with NO-GUN. Lol! ya mouth HOLD-CUM, so 'spit it out' like 'OLD-GUM' in battles, you've been beaten more than OLD-DRUMS so beat me?? u gotta better chance fuckin' a HOE,-SON.. |
hol-up no-suh u aint gettin on on my guy rans
im finna get at this guy head the nine let lead grind flesh, mines read-y betch please listen the only thing u killed was yo dick-beat'n it ta death see, im me, ur just some body else kid i aint got time ta play witcha, predator i am no dreads just a fade nigga, mess wit the man'll have me like ants in dirty hair pieces, steppin in ya wig ransom'll smash keys, like a mad piano player?? lol naw but dawg that glock'll give this mog shots like a waiter have em like his name, i spark the mossburg he ran some played dodge-ball cuz he saw stars like the bottom front of my Air 1 that bungee line was, the weakest shit i ever read but damn bruh you made THAT structure yo brand man up dawg u had ta know Bet-ta, that that cuz u dissed me sec-und n i was the one abev ya step up n get stepped on just like sonny bars's bars cuz every-one elses-is-heavier ex, specially mines, diss me get ready to die yo whole rap like bizzy scedules, all u got iz dead lines it is so many fuckin lies in this man lines sayin he a good artist, LOL at this pet fly i ate evrybody i dissed, sonny bars just land on dead guys n diss em, till every eye get combusted frum my tek-9 who fuckin wit it? |
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