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Dumbass kids. get roofed. i fuckin throw people..
Real Talk, I dont fuck wit grams..i know kilos |
j summers has his pose loves the moshpits for rock.
its no wonder why this.. kids a fag with his hands reachin for a dudes cock. |
J summers reachin for cocks.. theory diggin homo function
but yo, too bad that only makes U hot and not your punches |
kids a perfect picture 2 the people who dickride this fool.
cus while your doin worthess punches.. your only provin how pathetic your life is like kids think this fags cool. |
aiyo bitch let me give you MY theory
i think ill smack you so hard you be departed dearly |
This E-Gangsta on here rapping?, It angers me!
My line be ill, Leave ya sick like Job in the bible with Leprosy |
This dude talking all dis sick sick, i see why u know
He get more trains run on him than a game of Uno |
I'm a grab the mic vicious when I rap it right? this cats precise/
Think ya rap is tight? with a evil siamese twin u still couldn't be half as nice/ |
he keep using his same old verbatim shit
everyone know its bitten, not written, so y use it |
im usually humerous but im scarin this punk brat,
straight clowing this kid like chucky on rugrats...haha |
Jay 286? Who are you? Just name which person you over.
oh, ya name says it all ...you're the 286th version of Hova! |
On a real note... why they call you S. Quotez? He's been here for a while but only has 161 posts... |
Just cause I got 161 post don't mean I don't deserve respect
.......that just means, unlike you, I got a life off the net! |
I'll son this kid, till he's done like squid
chop his limbs off, pop off his fucking lid |
lemme make this quick..
Yeah, you dropped one bar, thought you was containing the flames. but Not Quite .....and I ain't just saying your name! |
When I Bang-Da-Toast, You Already Would've Became-A-Ghost
How U Call Yourself "Faime S. Quotez" ...With No Famous-Quotes? |
Blockz you betta stick to tellin jokes about how u smoke and pop glocks
An emcee your Not! Like it or not lyrical gun shotz Blockz who? I forgot |
nice punch..... sike the whole blocks i forgot when you already said it its horrible
ah you a g.... might of sold rocks alot got to heavy... sike you not real its rhetorical |
Fam, stop postin, kill the guy who said you wrote them rhymes best.
it's not just good enough for the 2nd to do it ...both his lines stretch! |
Im Not Ya Fam If You Was Youd Be My Little Sis
Little Did He Know His Flo Is So Middle When He Diss |
with that line, you needa flip ya name around,yeah...that sounds much betta your nothin, im kissing this bitch goodbye like a dear john letta [k-awdik <-flipped around-> KidWak] [dear john letter= breakin up with a person, its oldschool] |
with the beretta u betta get the fuck off this thread kriptic
lyrics suck dick left dead stiff with the quickness I mean this! |
ayo there aint no berettas on the net, and plus that punch was a lame one my freind Cuz the only hot shit in both of them lines was my name on the end |
nigga is garbage, aint nothing you can do to save em
Guy is wack, he thinks he cant be Mel Gibson but he can't Brave em Brave Heart |
Ayo,
ill make rain live up to his name cuz its found, that kriptic'll leave him fallin ta the ground haha simple..but to the point. ha |
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rain on my parade, wait - there's no room for gay parts last time you dropped on point.. .................................you typed an exclamation mark! |
fuck that weak shit imma show u a murda... my real shit aint funny
cuz if u so unreal this punch is ganna kill santa clause and the easter bunny |
picture perfect tried to bring santa in this shit,
man, he aint even real and hes sings better than u spit ...props to santa |
keep my name out ya mouth or u gettin beat.. dont think u this hard
cuz i'm gettin rid of stacks quicker then a pissy bitch w/ daddy's credit card |
with streached bars I can tell your carrers through
try to be me? you cant be picture perfect too... |
but i can picture you, you an ugly muthafucka with no rhyme power
crack your cap with a pistol steal your capital and leave u lacerated in the hospital! |
try blokin these punches all u want.. i'll still hit u like u was frozen
ya im breakin wind so much everyone ganna be coverin they noses |
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who's this weak mufucka talkin shit to 2 like he sumin capital B? fuck that.. i'll hit u all i want without holdin any shift button |
you aint no perfect picture your way too far//
you will never get close with that shitty bar// |
findin a needin in hay is hard?.. thats talk is wack
cuz it aint shit.. after tryin to find talent in this stack |
2nd matrix my mcdonald mack is reloaded
eat 10 and you is...fully bloated |
i didn't see the shit in the theaters.. i was doin sumin more ill
cuz ya matrix and was willin to do anything for those 7 dolla bills |
Holla back if feel Picture perfect has no skillz
I slow moving pictures until they're still |
I kill at will my record spins like a big wheel
I'm hollarin back cuz picture perfect is wack! |
flippin like back slap from an acrobatic
you trippin i clap clap scrate from the static |
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