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poetics why are u even here u not even elevatin
man, ur a wanna-be rapper and i'll make u levitate 'n go heaven but u be sent back cuz God doesnt think its fair u suck so much u prolly wont be accepted anywhere dont talk about double leapin cuz i'll leave ur temple leakin u'll never make it to the top cuz ur rhymes are reeking |
make you scared,and stumble ya' breath..you'll bite ya' lip
& Insanity..?..yea,must be...for you to write that shit Ride that dick,on the next guy u see,Bona..you know you will I'll blow ya' grill...'n I don't mean the shit you homos know as trills Go up the hill..just to jump from the top,suicide..we'll love it too Just Look at your sig.........YOUR EMBARRASS EVERY RAPPER I"VE LISTENED TO! And fuck you,your gay..pissing everyone off,trippin on diapers Maybe now you'll learn to keep ya' wackness in the multi cypher.. ____________ LoL..j/p BonaFide..you still the man dun. |
there a couple of shot calling
fuck N.K, he'll get drop more then i-verson ballin dont matter if you 7 foot tall man, lets get it on fam i'll have ya like DJ CLUE... srrounded by desert..*desert storm hes label* im egard to spark, got a meat celever and hawk that leave ya ass cut in severial pieces for shark's you dont need these nina's to bark, cuz peeps still leave'in the park N they dont really need to literly see that you'll have an OPEN-HEART EZ BIATCH... |
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ahhh shit! I'm back to dissing u again? I'd rather puff bad herb and spit out nasty flem cuz Fraud's rhymes should be put away u definitely wont scam another Win It aint the fraudulent verses u sway but the shitty ass verses u drop that are the sin |
Last flow was more just to pump myself up...
But when it's life or death you know poetics can't bump himself up... Poets are gentle what are you doing dissing rappers... You think your tough nigga but really your not snappers... Get it you can't snap or in other words you can't rap... My flows like and explosion making you stand back... Every time i step away from the mic people making they hands clap... |
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your raps is shady,they blow..'n I don't mean slim,you hoe flow2crazy?..nah,with that kinda wackness..you crazy2flow Why bother to show..keep ya' raps concealed or better yet..cop a hat...keep ya FACE CONCEALED Dont say you keep it real..your as fake as it gets You either envy and d/r a group..and then go hating the rest |
you seem to be the only prey.... the only gay
but hey... after tha q leave at-less fag i'll still have you fucking punk bitch you make me sick with all that tuff shit i mean i do like to shit..... but not when ya face start to rub-it im the raw and ruget... that'll help ya moms and snuff ya paps you see we different, i'll chop ya arms off.... while you'll give my 3ed arm a whop *head* cant stop with the gay jokes.... i mean cuz what-else are ya a bitch who'll itch the spot on ya balls for-ya radom punches to ya face.. call me delahoya N you as ugly as bernard.. so watch the metel-tore-ya from piece to pieces, i cant believe this now when N.K parents at church they'll pray a complaint to jessus.... HAHAHA!!!!! FUCKING PUNK BITCH!!!! |
its gonna be like Training Day i'll say pass the bitch
and i'll blow a hole in ur chest and say oh thats rich everyone is tryin to get friendly and close to me but they still ridin on my dick like mario rides yoshi people scared of what ima say no need to mess u'll be dead like all the rest it will be nothing less dont even try and test me cuz im the fuckin S.A.T u need to pass me to graduate to get in an academy never mind u wont go there cuz ur not that smart u not in the 'middle' so i'll throw ur ass like a 'dart' |
Only thing on your dick is some shit...
Which oddly enough is exactly how you spit... Sorry to say but you can't fail the S.A.T... Your an intelligence test and can't even stand next to me... Battling me is something that should make you feel special g... There's six million ways to die and you picked the merking way... Tried to stay on the straight path but you got jerked away... And I know when you read this verse it slapped the smirk away... |
Call that a diss? Yeh, one without personals and everything else
Plus you’ve learnt how to think useless, without taking a memory test I guess you never impress, learn bitch I can show you maybe Check the change in length of your lines, but you claim to flow 2 crazy Your rhymes are the basic type, and posts you make are worthless So you couldn’t even be a match for an ugly bitch on a dating service… |
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who's this newb.? slicknife, more like rv's new bitch dyke, leave nails in your coffin, so you dont break'm in a bitch fight, dude seriously your pussy, n i guarentee your wack as fuck, scared of an SK, hell yea......the 1 in the back of my truck, forget dissin a low life like yourself, your bitch made too, proof? ... damn just read the first two lines you wrote dude, . . ^^your lines should rhyme...-_- |
yo staight up your a bitch for voting on one of my battles
this guy ain't grown up he's still shaking baby rattles your raps get raped scared left out in the dark in disregard I'll leave holes in all ya body just to make sure i penetrate ur heart got a 22 record but all ur battles you one got me feeling bored if rap had a mind of it's own it would call you a whore cuz thats all you are spitting shit without a record deal stealing lines of others cuz better rappers make u die for real |
I got techniques to make this emcee obleak
speak with streaks of hits like snares in a beat to get you, you take me and slice me in half cause you rhyme make someone....turn around and laugh with double defeats more than stripes earned at the skill hand out you must've never got your turn |
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dude, sinner are you for real?.. n no thats not a pun, n i don't havta throw punches..cuz its not like you had one, staight..? did you mean straight you retarded fuck-wit how do you think your sick?.... with 100 losses bitch, n dont think im trying, im just speakin the truth ya lil shit, cuz if im ever half as bad as you.. ............................................ill murder myself b4 i quit Quote:
. . another technique.? god i hope to hell your not as wack as him n if you are, lets cut to the chase.. n intoduce you 2 as freinds fuck it your both wack, n i got business to attend too... while techniques just got another em punch to rip dude... |
Your talking garbage specially from someone that looks like it to
my flows strangle you to death herb so quit trying to fight it through I may have losses but im ur boss n ur an emcee thats being tossed Your a nobody with no name that came on here cuz he got lost By his parents your all alone beating your shit at home so let me kill ur herb just so I can make u a brand new tomb stone I leave ya disses dead it's like they keep on missing my head your just mad cuz ur a pussy that sucks his own dick in bed word fuck that daz don't say im wack when i clearly show that you are. |
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lmao @ your wack ass comin at me.... . . yo, look, sinner your technique is`not bizarre n ill you do not scar n kill, n i never wore a star, so fuck serving me like a bar n grill, i kno you love em, so that was just a partial quote yo, but theres nothin partial about you being rv's joke, hoe, heres an idea, grab some nacho's n 8 mile 4 ya corny rap ass cuz no1 here likes you... not even strobes non-rappin ass just stay a fan, hell, take the same god damn road as stan, i mean you imbarressed yaself... bitin off eminem man, . . . n people this was a joke,hence ie:him biting off eminem.... :nono: |
ok dumbass first I didn't bite any rhymes from your lover
Just shut up take these rhymes and let them smother You ain't got nothing cuz ya spitting without no taste man your a disgrace they should label that on your face Your the joke you should giveup cuz u ain't got skills You bring up shit that only the retarded people feel I'll leave this punk smoked for trying to be a joke and rip out ur voice box just to hear you choke I laugh at ur raps they ain't gonna get contracts it's cuz ur a born loser just come 2 terms with the fact |
daz talks alot of piss just doesnt see his mistakes
your not fit enough 2 beat me just grab urself another cheese cake I'll leave your bones shattered leave u scattered and battered and punch your nose 100 times till you look like michel jackson Your the wack one You don't have any decent rhymes you might aswell duck this and bite someone elses lines I'll leave ya back whipped harder then mell gibson from passion of christ i'll do more den dat slice through you with a blade though you twice.... ahh |
Your technique is pathetic and you just don't get it...
Your verse...i wish i never would have read it... Niggas on the streets salute me like a true g... Blessed by my presence you telling people you knew me... Four and eight you couldn't even beat a rookie... Like mobb deep says what you are is shook see... |
Shut down the moniter! you whack and crazy to flow
i'll bust termometers, while your only flow rolls down your nose! your simply dope? he says it like its cool to get rolled up and smoked you choke with rhymes like you trachiea put a hold on your throat believin' you ill, you must have came down with a flue your rhymes so old, they make mother teresa look new |
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"dat's" whack, someone please two way him to tell him to quit i'll put two periods around ya you name and make ya twice the bitch not another technique cause the first one's just an imposter you so weak, you stand behind..... the bottom 20 weak mc roster |
just another one of me but only this one is a herb
bitch got a nerve even though he can't use verbs when i say your wack you should have it stuck to you dunno how u call yourself an emcee but good luck to you sarcasm your not an rv star cuz you babble to much and think your a pimp that talks always tough You get laughed at why because your a joke fuck words i'd rather hit you and get u by the throat I just came here 2 gloat at a herb that can't spit now come up wid some verse that don't do shit |
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God Of War? This wannabe can't even roll with a foot soldier you couldn't bring stiff competition if you kept a strick compoture hit your shoulders with boulder to knock you to your feet you couldn't flow with melody if you was ridin on a beat a pimp who acts tough? i never even spit that shit cocky posture, lol....like you got your shit pushed back bitch! |
BEFORE YOU TRY TO SAY IM WACK FOR BEIN NEW....
i put lyrical death on ya head then choke you with a real neckless still reckless enough to cough on turntables so patrons buy ill technics my skills is restless so i guess this poor hicks on my hit check-list this is a message for your dick: stay outta men's rectums bitch switch the spit and flow, this is dope and if it wasn't than it wouldnt be here, but on the idiot's post above it |
Your coming up with wackshit Your to scared to face me
You will never rap on a mic like there's no1 in your avy what makes u think ur tough with dumbass stretched lines you might aswelll die cuz no1 wanna here your pointless rhymes I'm going pretty light but it's still enough to clown you when i hear ya audio people need 2 hide somewhere sound proof cuz your not a vet you need 2 go back to school n learn the alphabet the bitch don't got a job so he's so stressed from all his debt |
am new but dont think to try and play-me
cuz shot i'll hit ya head N mix ya brains like ya avy aint noting gravy i'll snatch ya av(erx) shot in ya girl belly i'll help drop ya baby im crazy? maybe, but killah love my style to bad you wont be around to see if you lost ya child the fire burnin, the lights on me im an all american in combat, like the army so take it eazy and please believe me cuz the feds gonna find multie mix-tapes like young-geezy |
i'll have ur arms bended lookin like u in a straight jacket
and fate has it i'll break u quick cuz u a late faggot im burnin u like magnifying glasses on top of some ants i be shootin so fast it'll look like im makin u do a dance hittin quick in ur chest put u down and lay u to rest im one of them motherfuckers u dont wanna test i put u under arrest chokin u till ur fuckin back hurts like it says in my sig do u wanna be last or first |
aight i feel that cool,
emcees i pray for them, lose levf get sprayed with pen that'll have you thinking whos fucking with him not no soul on earth, since my heart so fucking cold fuck speaking thru white noies you'll be speaking thru moris-codes ya style is old, diss'in me why take the chance'a? cuz im out here lookin for more like j-low with her ex-dancer or just know that lyricaly im blast'in cuz beef i treat like im lookin for MOORE like a drunk ashton you see my passion, simmiler set-up and they both crash'in not cuz it failed, cuz it made more of an in-pack then punch-line bash'in WHEN WILL YOU LEARN.. |
...I thought your verse was wack when I read it;
So I invented poetic & asked wolverine ta' shred it Not to be mean, he was lookin' intensly obscene I would be too though... forever stuck on ya screen. Rexless, did you mean flexless? Your verse is textless. I dont battle diss, hit or miss I have your coffin labled So i'll take it as a trophy and use it as a coffee table. |
they say the less girls u get the more you soft
so its sad when chicks carry guns just to ward you off (his sig) your lost if you think that you can out-rap this cause the only way youve been slept on is if your the mattress thats it, cause if you aint slept on than your known for wackness and if you diss back than we'll know its cuz this flow surpass his... |
you trash so dont flex, i laugh and floss tech's
if you hit the market then i see why your CASH is COMPLEX you gas off ex's, ya best flow is when ya sweat if you had fame then after this it levft, so hold'in nikes is the only time you'll see check's and i husstle coke, but i'll show you how to make ya neck-strech if i want you wet, then im certinly gonna spray-man cry havoc now, cuz whats coming soon is straight mayham pull out the casket from inside the gray-van cuz this dude next drop, i'll be in the grave-land |
This bitch's rex-less, so he won't eat beef, like carnivores/
Don't need pics or death wish, to expose your art of war/ Only be smoking as death row convicts, that's frying in texas/ You swearin allegience to Bush, is why you're protected/ So hate me now, after killin you, know ya fam's greatly proud/ How I rape ya style, worse than when, Ted Bundy's around/ Wolverine for your avatar?, ya words poor as a mexican peasant/ So much estrogen present, evidence shows, a X-men-legend/ Who think it's so legit to spit, patrol the streets with sick intents/ Sell his ass off as a career, US needs to ban chicks with dicks/ |
X-tortion, this bitch was mis-carried like a fuckin abortion
this dumb ass is confused like he a retard with contortions its a misfortune u fallin like the matrix code in ur avatar i'll smack ya'll then i'll bury ur body alive in my backyard ur raps is worthless somethin like an overweight gymnast every hit and shot u tryin to make always just rims it i be cuttin off ur limbs and makin u flat as the brim of my hat u cant say nothin to that cuz i run around and snap ur back u'll never make it anywhere u'll stay smaller than ants and i'll step on u with my timbs cuz u faker than an implant |
...nigga definately cant be dope... posin to be someone already dead... ...hopin hes good but we already know... he gives X all the head... ...talk about bein confused... ur rv's number one fuckin cross dresser... ...she male transexual... they shouldve never let you in... confesser... ...he says hes a axe murderer of sorts... better off to kill himself... ...ill pull out his brain... put it in his hands and let him feel his health... ...shark hook his cranium... fill his mouth with uranium... its funeral time... ...to say this in a few less words? nigga youll die... |
His flow made in Smithfield, & it still ain't packin the raw/
Sick of 2pac groupies, mad I'm not unstrappin his bra/ This sissy's heart is pocket lint, so why be actin so hard/ Make ya maine focus to home, runnin back to ya MA/ Your punch's lack braun, no 1 listens to ya anecdotes/ Runnin cuz death comin for you, thru cannon smoke/ His reputation's a brain malfunction, lots of sell defects Only reason he holds juice, is mom's welfare checks/ Leave ya like castellano, as forensic units touch chalk/ 607 posts to your profile, over half of them just talk/ |
why didn't extortions mum get an abortion
cuz ur raps are gay and there out of proportion I'll knock ya sholder blades so u can't stand straight Get motovated and try to fucking elevate Your talking smack but thats what i'd expect from a crack I'll rip ur back off for making ya wack tracks I spit with agression ur just a whore n a lesson when you die bitch im'a be takin all ya possesions You are the gayest hurb to come across here so do ur self a favour quit rapverse you queer I know my words hurt cuz they chop u into peices spreading deseases till this chump Freezes You got some nerve trying to act hard but bitch you ain't gonna shine like a star I'll leave ya nuts attached to my bars and leave ya dead like i dragged u naked in a car You don't have shit 2 say put ur mic away cuz u ain't gonna need it your shit is gay little Faggot got no crew he's got no Hope mess ya life up more by smoking that dope and die from it I wanna fucking see it don't try to be an emcee cuz u can't be it I'll leave ya bain rattled u wish u never battled do something ur good at like building a sand castle You really are dumber then I actually thought im only dissing you cuz im doing it for sport adleast your getting taught that your a whore the bitch can't rap cuz his voice is to poor |
I had a dream and cut my step dads head off
because I got flashbacks of him strangling me in a head lock the guys a chump because he's doesn't mean shit He's a fat bitch thats about to get his titties slit You talk garbage only cuz ur retarded you talk 2 the frigging parrot cuz u get a hard on this bastard can get stuffed even when he's dead I will scoop his brain out with a hook up his head Break his legs till i see his vains start to pop out make him go 2 a gay bar 2 get a cock in his mouth Burn you up inside set alight to your grey hairs im'a make ya die quick when i drop u downstairs Attach a shot gun to ur stupid fucking face let the bullets rip through ya flesh blow u to space leave you without a trace so you ain't burried you ain't even worth 2 be put in a cemetary You wanna bring me down just fucking bring it hit me again and watch my hand smack u wid a brick innit |
first and for most you rapers is like pork roast
i spit on ya dis-arm ya clap you with your toast read about me, i be on new york post and with beef, i catch you while you in the bathroom sniff'in coke i watch ya, chop ya and leave ya body somewhere in gompers i'll stomp ya, pop ya and being at a front door aint the reason you got knock-first im the best of course i'll rip ya cheast with force as sson as you leave your house like i live next-door |
Omg You don't deserve to even be allowed to breath
I will knock you out with one of my knee's Your a baby that's why u talk imature my bars will leave u mental like ur insecure u like xmen cuz you wanna have sex with em holding your little dick out next to them Fuck your getting slayed so u best prey i will break ya so hard that they won't be able 2 xray Your talking smack i'll leave dynamite strapped to ur back Blow you to crap the only thing that wasn't blown was ur nut sack |
Fuck you nigga, Leave ya fucked up wit words
Leave ya like a raped prostitue, On the side of the curb You aint shit I murder ya nigga, You so weak And you got the balls to call yourself Technique That and style is what you missing when you drop If you even spit a half good verse, I'd rather give a 1st grader props |
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