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ill giva ya ya lines 2moro-ill do about 20 lines...i just red ya words...they made NO sense man-waht the fuk callin me "baby" ur my "neighbour" hahahaha ur quite funny
I DONT HATE WHITES-JUST WIGGAZ HU SAW 8MILE AND THOUGHT THEY COULD RHYME |
dont be sayin white cant rap
listen yo
i start wid one line hit u wid da nxt one end up rellin face jus hit da deck son u wanna battle i come at u from a different angle torn both ligaments and snapped both ankles leavin u chained up in shackles now who gonna be da winner in dis nxt rap battle. you cant step in my shoes your to small my mini me ill still be way bigger than yall sayin your raps are illmatic dont panic ur rhymes dont make sense there just santanic yall blacks think i cant rap jus cuz da colour of my skin u got more garbage in ya than a mcdonalds bin. so fuck it! |
Ya aint got a fence coz ya live in a ‘trailer’ so how the fuck could you be my ‘neighbour’-yur playing the part of ROGER the cabin boy and ya dads the number one anal ‘sailor’//
Ya a fuckin white bich-a black ‘failure’, ill send death threats when I ‘email ya’-warning how im gonna get a blade and ‘impale ya’// Ya sum 19 year old bitch and those wack rhymes aint rappin, go back hillbilly to ya “yeahhin” and ‘clappin’ while ya dads playin banjo with his foot ‘tappin’-coz he knows in an hour ya ass is gonna have his balls ‘slappin’// Trailor made, trailor raped, trailor park ‘trash’, is getting ripped by KiLLaH ‘KaSS’-I hate you fags who get ‘cash’ by selling ya fag ‘ass’// You may be the top gangster of ya dirty ass ‘trailor parks’, my punches are sharp like ‘darts’-you aint got slims skill but u do have physical comparison of bubba sparxxx// Ya into playing wrestling, eating shit and country ‘dancing’, you fuckt ya sister-so ya deserve to die coz of incestial ‘romancin’// That guy you with, aint ya dad, one time you were sitting on my back pretending to be ‘horse’, we played ball but me and ya moms split which gave that slut her 18th ‘divorce’- fuck that bitch I aint got too much ‘remorse’, that nasty bitch fucks as good as ya grandpas dead ‘corpse’// I got rhymes cold like ice, ya rhymes aren’t hot n aint event too ‘chilly’, I gots too say ya a wack ‘willy’, a ‘silly billy’, and lyrically the most untalented ‘hillbilly’// Ill hold up my fist and say “ u try being big again bitch y’all ‘meet this’!”, I crush you like a hammer against a ‘phoetus’ go back to battling ya trailer pals jumbo jnr and ‘Cletus’// Ya used to writin shit, because ya put down ya verses on toilet ‘paper’, ya aint crippin-ya gots a sore ass where ya daddy try to ‘rape ya’// My rhymes when heard burn ya ear lobes-you da king the game “trailor ‘probe’”-wearin in pride ya paper crown and old shitty sheet ‘robe’// All races should share, but whites aint lyrically as latinoly equal, cant spit rhymes that ‘lethal’-we can meet again for ‘sequel’ and entitle the post “hillbillies aint hip hop ‘people’”// |
votes please
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uppin for some posts or polls
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Yo chop hurry the fuck up. I know u thinkin bout this shit
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white rap wins
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u gonna give a reason?
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