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pansy ass boi right here/\
! real talk just spectate dont even put your shit in here... cause i got many guns and an iron fist you should fear... talkin like you nice and your flow can move somethin.. your ryhmes wouldnt be on top if you was literally jumpin your more ass then trina in a botty shakin video.... mad cause your girl was the black chick in duce bigalo... poindexter cartoon character ass niggah your sexuality is flip mode thats why you call your boy frien rah diggah.. your ryhmes need a baby sita casue your not old enough to start.... the iron my ass..........you need help.........next time use starch |
you claim to have lyrical clarity, watch me blurr ya vision
when i spit in ya sights wit precision, step into my kitchen ill show you tha beef, take a bite outa me? ya losin ya teeth ya headin straight for the knife drawer but they all in my sheeth all the cards in my hand, royal flush over hear, you jus bluffin catch me if you can im the ginger bread man, the bakers man, ya jus a man wita muffin ya nuthin to me, you cant even see cleary, but you can hear that rhymes like mine are a rarity so much for ya clarity you didnt see this comin, next time ill give you a warnin, but dont stare at me i see you tryna look focus in on my rhymes, but you blind, so my lyrics you will not find is this beef ? it could be if you keep it raw, but over cook it, wind up crooked, im fuckin wit ya mind |
i hope the sick one finally gets his shit done
he stinks like subway tunnels filled with sick bums heres a dollar dude, just stop talking! spittin phlegm in my face, rap sounds like harsh coughin stick em in a coffin, he dead, in-fin-it-ly finished i killed him in minutes, my shits wicked and vicious |
the sick one.....
you the sick one alright cause ima put u on life support.... and since we from the same hood i'll do it for sport....... roxberry genius you better come correct...... run up on you and put bullets the size of baked beans i ya neck... :gfy: its a count down for your lifeline but no questions to ask llyrics to fast,u cant consentrate, my lane is too fast... assasinate you with out a motive just to show off.... and since you so sick,i'll put a bullent in a lung to help you cough.. you soft i already know your kind..... you always in front casue someone is always behind... :hump: lol.........hoola at ya boi.......neighbor....if you wanna battle for best of my city im wit get at me...........lamo |
from da berries? jus call it tha bean
its all one city, naw mean i heard tha rox got bloods, i like blue drawin blood from you, leave you black nd blue when i find ya, run up behind ya, but i aint gay ima shank ya spine, fuck wit ya mind, still wanna play? iight lets go, cuz all work no play, makes johnny dull but ima still stay sharp, and ready to pull the trigger on a nigger, let the hammer slam one was in the chamber, now its in ya man next ones yours, i can see you pissin ya drawers used to playin wit BB's neva 4-4's reppin 781, southside of the bean clarity gettin foggy, from the steam..... CUZ IM HOTTTTTT no beef jus returnin tha favor hahahaha |
lyrical clarity... it's clear to see you tryna compare to me
ya raps a parody... a scripted skit that puts no fear in me remain consistant in rap events...one hundred percent... all "L"s?!!!...that's shitty i've watched you try to spit hot and get dropped like "Rox" and then "berried" underneath ya own city thinking you thug? need love? here... let's have a group hug stop acting like you in a gang....you in a 4H club! |
remember the day jack jacked ya thread G..
9-8(nine & eight), well its obvious his text aint great..more like pure fake, look what he states,"merk central", but this conductors deliveries always late hes got no stamina-at-it..."broke lines"...........(brooklyn) damn-in ya static its tragic, cuz ill reveal his true self...n let him call himself a gramma-addict your skills are weak n barely the norm son...ya bars, yes ive torn some your a squashed pussy so leave,....... like the flatbush you was born from . . keyed, 4 minutes, you've been owned, :thumbup: |
jack be simple, jack be thick
jacks dumb as dirt and lacks a dick balls and spine, AND flawless rhymes the grime hes done is all small crime stop talkin bout rappin when ya just yip yappin you can go down with ya crew like the ships captain |
yo i love confrontation.......
watch me clarify the situation......... mr sick one the south side were the feans and nobodys hang out....... yes da berries is full of bloods and thats what will come out ya mouth... consider the favor returned...cause you talkin gangsta will get you heavily permed...... talkin shity like stern.........i walk through fire youngin without being burned... you like blue thats what color your face will be when im done...... but ill wait for grammatix dick to get off your toungue and for him to cum..... gramatix you illistrate myths and short fable stories....... your a die first character you will never live for the glory... you bore me, more worried cause ive taken your spot.... your like ja rule.....your no longer and will not return to being hot... jack rackam niggah please watch my verse very very closley.... cause within the fine print your not mentioned so i dont respect you mostly.. and cannibal.well kiddo your a fine specimen of the equivalent to shit.... cause you just sit there,look bad,smell bad,write bad and hav no acomplishment.. so to fuck you to all..come see me if need be im right here........ and since we aplaud our weakest on rv..all yall stand up out of ya computer chair and waive to all the loser fans in the air................ |
you lightweight... i'll lift ya bars up with you dangling from it
and lift one finger at a time and watch ya punk ass plummet loves confrontation? be a challenge! this nigga don't really want it told him meet me on the front lines posts ago... the faggot fronted all that bullshyt that you speaking, c'mon son... already done it! get ya posts over a hunned before you talkin' about you run it |
yo... this nigga LC is full of shyt... i read his lil dis and responded soon as i saw it .. and the fucker logged off!!! c'mon man, you ain't real with this shyt... get at me... prolly went to go write some shyt down like he been doing the last 10 posts he dropped... you see the length of them shyt's?!!!... you's a fraud homie... don't ever holla at me again... what you do in 20 lines i can do in 6... and THAT's why I run this .... fruad ass nigga
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ill-Grammatix...equals faggot...this "walkin rainbow" got on "colorful nikes" | who lied? u not nice!...went from "anna mae 2 tina turner" afta i "hit" u wit "ike" | ya grammers lame, aint it a shame, i'm so "ILL" i killed dis cat wit his "OWN NAME" | baby David Blaine??............. | i'll have ya mind "doin da matrix" afta my magic blasts "neo in ya brain!" | datz enough dunn u can't "top a bar" fuckin a liquor counter | see a "bitch" then like a "dog" he'll "hound" her........ | i've easily "cornored u PERIOD" like RuPaul in a alley wit TAMPONS! | who's cass???...PreZ da real problem |
man these cats aint on the level,.
fam, get at me............get personal 2. . 9-8(nine & eight), well its obvious his text aint great..more like pure fake, look what he states,"merk central", but this conductors deliveries always late hes got no stamina-at-it..."broke lines"...........(brooklyn) damn-in ya static its tragic, cuz ill reveal his true self...n let him call himself a gramma-addict your skills are weak n barely the norm son...ya bars, yes ive torn some your a squashed pussy so leave,....... like the flatbush you was born from . . keyed, 4 minutes, you've been owned, :thumbup: |
Niggaz whinin like...Hey!!My streets Great!!..//
Dudes like tha rappin tony hawk..dealin with nuthin but cheap skates!!// Bitin tha worst of lines...talkin like real wimps!!!// I say bitin is a waste of time...cuz my dick is gettin real limp!!!(HAH!!)// Okay!!..I know I didnt come that Hard!!!..Get it!?!// Cuz if I did Come Hard..He wouldve swallowed an nevah spit it!! _Okay ...its been a while! (HAH!!!) NEXT!! |
get ya grammar straight, cuz i kno you aint
fuckin fagg n gay jokes are played like you n ya mommas first date.... don't hate.... talents wack if its you n why is it you still reppin a lame deadass crew....... quotin d-rock....like you a HERB OF THE TIMES....... n next time you spit... try comin with some original lines.....! . 30 second key......... |
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