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ill spit somthin quick, gotta dip in a second though...
what the fuck is this, i thought hes sposed to more heavy but then again hes not dependable like a chevy// im spittin steady, like a marriage for 20-years-b// ill appear an spit so severe plenty-revere-me// dont get near-me, you aint even sposed to hear-me// im runnin in fifth while you in reverse gear-G// are you the one sayin nobody an copy don go together?// how clever, you rhymed hates-ya an later, but what ever..... Anonomous |
damn, he dropped when i was spittin my verse... what ever. that still goes to still...
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damn
22 "post"ain't enough fo a writer ta "ghost"//
type cat prolly scream'n he rap ta "hoes" put'n on "boast"// wit no "flows", silver chain say'n its platnuim but fubu ain't ur "clothes"// they yo "mans" u know u str8 borrowed from "him"// like the "timberlands" miss'n da tree out da "land"// from when u was "walk'n"ta payless buy'n shoes "again"// u a fake "friend"taken shirts get caught excues "mistake'n"// a shirt u wanted ta rock, but the "imataion" 1 at wally world was "taken"// i don't know i was jsut be'n krazie yo i'm high as anotha person! |
Filthy Ya barz "Make No Cents", and ya talk is "Cheap"/
dats why U alwayz get "Pissed On" like "Toilet Seats"// I'm da lil rock in ya shoe I'll neva get off ya nervez/ and shove ya face so far in da pavement dat U'll be spitten up curvez// |
im not even gonna spit, cause all i could spit is laughter//
youre too simple like the character youre named after (pacman)..... 1 |
LITTLE Nigga go to you room b4 I cock the pistol/and start shootin missles/your mom head in my lap, my dick, gettin blown like whistle/you're name shoulda been tea kittle cause, you keep niggas steam/yes you gettin fuck with no vasoline
yo i'm out let me go to this Old School Hip Hop concert across the street |
tiny ass rhyme from a tiny ass mind, black fire you about 2 years behind, fix ya rolex or buy a watch you aint gotta wind, cause the one on ya wrist says you RIGHT OUTTA TIME
chronography like geography, read the fuckin map the way it outta be, with me givin you a lesson in topography, got three degrees, in language, physics, and psycology, teach you for free, you fuckin with a nigga knows his history, in 1493, columbus had syphallis and began the tyranny. balck fire, you need to learn higher, verbage from the garbage you spit like worcestershire. |
come on son pick a state,both of em "wack"//
boo for ohio, and fuck north "cacklack"// i'll whip ur ass,and be like martin say'n go tell "that"// mr fithy know ta cancel even da best "contract"// on some ill shit blunt,and "yack" wit da hammer cock "back"// aim'n to hit dis nicca wit no "stats" i make moves "black"// desimae on "contact" smash fronts,and all "that"// thats how it go down when fuck'n ait this live "cat"// |
drop a quick key...
about my skill...................................... it's just-tight while this cats bringin a record from a different-site you need to beware or prepare for dispair befor i ensnare you like a comb in fake hair boo to ohio? you must not been to the cleir cause its hotter over there than it is in air- izona, all up in the dessert ill fuck you up like a creased dress-shirt..... Anon |
come forward ya'll and former an orderly line
cos its time to fuck these stank hoes of mine take your pick from this list come on have a lookie from these guys called the Mathmatikal Pussies that's rite i know its says diss the one above but thats the only way that these guys get any love is to get paid money to take it in the ass and when they got no tricks they fuck each others assholes and laugh you see there aint no complications for guys like these cos they've all got the mutha fukkin H-I-V from suckin daddys dick and turning tricks you make me sick grab my stick and beat you pricks til blood comes spurting out the side of your head. leave you for dead. come back in 12 hours to see whats left. |
whoa fifty tha north kakalak is what im reppin
u my boy on my side no need to put u to steppin// as fo u anon u cant even spell words like those ill send u back to hell in a handbag like i sand-ragged ur hag ass wit a bag of my psycho black flag// ur such a fag no lines no diss another wannabe done got pissed tried ta match some wits found put u another dumb twit// |
No punches need 2 be thrown, his lines speak for themselves
Only game spit seems to be spoken towards males too wack for me to waste a good line,Fuck the kid tuck ya lip, don't reply to this if you chose to live blah... wackness 2 diss a wack MC |
Well, Ill just chill an pop this here X pill, and still show you a real life thrill through my words and phrases Ill make you wish you saw all of Satan's eleven evil faces. You shoulda learned to keep yo mouf shut but instead you swallowed bubbas black dick all up in your butt. Ill show your screaching alley cat what its like to feel a pitbulls jaw locked tight, when im done youll say yo b that werent right!And always remember my ass is stayin tight!
Well ima sit back, in my little raggidy shack, and take a hit of this crack, So when its time to look back, ill still think your shit is nothing but wack! Now heres how it goes, your shit just dont flow, Ill tell you the truth my moms aint real lean, but she raised me to be a man real real mean, in and out the lines of chalk will be far from clean, after i slit your belly open and expose your fucking splean, this type of shit to me aint new, when your blood spills to the pavement itll still be blue. Well now i know your weakness its not bein able to spit with my genius. |
I spit against this nigga and leave bruises and welts
How can this nigga be a pimp and walk wit a chasity belt? Man this nigga only got one post and wanna diss somebody I'll jack this nigga for his beats and rhymes... L's lyrical robbery |
meta when i get a free battle ill let u post to
keep fuckin up an i will roast u// u have no skill im jus keepin it real i know that 90% of these others feel// ur whack lines r slack if u was sellin crack ud make mo than u do from rap thats y i cap u pick u up bitch slap u// like "dirty harry" make my fuckin day ill leave u all soft like some "curds n whey"// or eatin hay wit "Mr. Ed" thats what i said open a battle ull fuckin head ill spread// ill stop only way ill keep bashin u meta is if im gettin points fo it newbie get at me |
ice berg, my text colder than you, you best pull down your sleeves//
you wouldnt know how to rap if you ASKED JEEVES//(askjeeves.com) Ya minds like a savings account full of verbal dough// but ya lyrical check just bounced... so ima have to "freeze" your current curransy cash flow// my lines hit hard like bricks leaving u deflicted, while ya punches are flaky and peel apart like pillsberry dough boys biscuits/ put a vigilantly verbal virus, in ya monitor to effect ya irises to dialate ya pupils and individually damage both of ya eyelids/ |
This ones to Ice-Berg
Wit you rhymin bout alley cats and all that shit you should sign to be a front man for limp bizkit. And your style makes you sound like your Diddy's bitch. you make people wanna cry when you spit your rhymes Im bored and almost asleep and thats no lie you shoulda given up the very first time you tired. My flows are faboulous and that you know you cant deny I make ja's beef wit 50 look like a motherfuckin valentine. Ice-Berg? you's bout to be hit by one...LOOK OUT , EVERYBODY code red, The fucken captain wants to dodge you thats why he screamin " Ice Berg straight ahead!" You suck, and make yo rhymes less pushy and stop beatin around the bush like u scared to eat pussy! |
g gizmo did u stuter when u put your name in
your flows r shit wiv dry wit u need some original rhymes cos u saw the 8 mile signs and went in wiv a pen and a pad thinking your bad stealing rhymes is just sad beatin round the bush ive heard that some where now come back when u got puipic hair |
Look at this hayman bitch fucking retard mentally scard cos he cant get his hard hes a faggot ass g wait a miniute hes me
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my name is Pecor,
fuck with me and your blood'll used as a decor hayman you heading noware never ever no way man come to vermont fucker i double dare ill bury your ass without a signle care only sign on my door is watch it mother fucker you better beware find me and bare arms and all the cops ill find hair off your arms. Why motherfucker do you cry motherfucker you gonn die motherfucker cuz you lie motherfucker why would you talk bout another mans pubic hair that aint right dude its actually kinda rude like your mom acting lude god damn gross and crude your ryhmes coulda beat the last man but mine'll squash like a fucking beer can and make you kill wanna yourself like eminems crazed fan i think his name was ahh ahh stan is that right man |
pimpin decor?.the street hoers new designer..///
he started when he was four,,helping mommy with the eyeliner..// now hes all grown and hes got his eye on the street trix..// pimpin any bitch that need her hair done and nails fixed..// |
This bitch Bribeone1 acts hard while eatin a bag of trail mix
Dumbass hermaphrodite, always up on the females dick Look at your name its obvious you bribe people to write your rhymes Cokehead fag, sittin on a dick while you bite the nine Your name explains it, you were onlly able to bribe one No one would ever write your rhymes, you'll never come tight son Peace Out and PCP! |
Bad enfloance came at the worst time " wanting- to- dance"..//
hes anxious like his mom grabbing my ass "yankin- my -pants"..// a kid with so many alter egos for such a "weak- personality"..// wait,wait,wait,,,,,,,befor u" speak--(poof)fatality"// |
couldn't get a rhyme done even if you bribe one//
stun gun for fun i rise like the sun crush you like the arthropod you is// take your position,end your transmission even adopt your kids you corrupt worse than clinton, the rhymes you have bitten the bars you can't wtite and the game you be quittin not hitten just smitten with my brain stimulatin style// you should be on trial your wack style so vile |
You say you rise like the sun?
well when its down ill piont my gun, Click Click Boom motherfucker, haha haha your done. oooh god damn i have to admit that shit was funny fun. though im from vermont ill show the clip that rests on my hip run bitch dont slip cuz instead of using my heat ill make you swallow a trialer hitch and do it vermont hick style drag your ass behind my truck down the road mile by mile. whole time only exspression on my face ill be a fucking smile road rash, blood dripping from each gash then ill pimp slap your ass with a fat wad of cash then laugh at your pathetic cries rob your ass and show you what your money buys no lies your soul ill be buried before your body even dies. |
pimpin pecor huh/fucks that suppose to be/more like a pimps pecker wit muthafukin H I V/i dont give a fuck bout that nine/i bring an A K u know im handlin mine/an i dont give a shit bout that truck/shit its probably a station wagon aint it ya fuck/so remember the name southside/takin no prisoners an whoopin yo hyde.
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Southside if i flowed like u id stick a gun to my brain and commit suicide/ why do u even try/ im a high as shit and that flow still didnt fly/ so bow down untill ur lips cover the top of my dick like a crown and quit makin the pathetic sound of a bitch thats just been shot down.
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busted tims?..has got to be more sold out than the olsen-twins..//
postin-this ?...i got my gun cocked and i dont point and miss..// |
anonymous? you must not want us to know your name//
but we've all seen you spit your we're familiar with your shame// i don't use parentheses to explain my punchlines// cause your vote is WORTHLESS like beggin' for change in the lunchline// |
^ WACK
meta physizzle this..even in all CAPS... your punches still miss/ |
ya flows shitty and seem like p-diiddy was your WRITING GHOST
you cant flow silly hoe gets roast, cant getta win so he posts VOTE...... thats bout ya sig....(replies) |
you wack just shut up
k-lowk what da fuck does that mean ass snipper, i caught deepthroatin dick all the way down through the zipper// |
well southside, you a little bitch aint ya deep down inside?
you take no prisoners while i got like five, you bout to make six, oh yeah anyway who said i had a nine, fuck that its to small i got my thirty odd six. remember motherfucker this vermont im surrounded by hicks. and if your bringing your shit you bess use your shit cuz i wont kill you with the first shot i wanna see what you got ill get in your head make you wish you were dead ill be in your dreams and get a thrill from your terrifyed screams ill cut your throat permanent smile from ear to ear time out ima sit down and drink a beer all cuz you threatened my hyde well ima skin your ass and outsideill hang your hyde then have your head stuffed and mounted on my wall and occasionally make your stupid ass fall. |
no game and you lame....
gay or you? its all same... girls reply, hes all shame... wack, prooved by his own name!!!! |
Bitch lame dont even describe you, it aint even your fate
thats a pretty gay rhyme for a fuckin middle weight you probably one the fakers who posted in the past but the light weights smoked you worse than cheech wit grass |
look at this emcee abillities
ill come with the killa-breeze to sweep you off your feet, i drill-mcs, make ya have to see a doctor in the phillipines to fill-your-knees with titanium, an still-you-leave maimed-for-life, til you cryin-to-christ i got this guy-in-my-sights, he'll be dyin-in-nights im flyin-to-hights, that you couldnt fathom make you have a mothafuckin spasm every one that hears my coherent lyrics has-em if me an abilli was racin, id have passed-em an lapped-em leave you shocked like a grandma havin an orgasm Anon |
The nameless emcee wasnt to hate on me, bitch
fuck you, you probably livin in the phillipines anonymous, fuck you bitch get out of this, thread you paralyzed on this death bed, of hateful regret I should of known that you would hide like the cowardess sniper as soon as you seen abili at the top of the cypher and now you runnin like the arabs when the choppers started swoopin are you mentally unstable, or is you just plain stupid see my skills make you weak to your titanium knees you want me leave, just ask so i can tell you bitch please so im a leave, im a tell you in a way that is nice get a name than talk shit, thats my advice |
let me key somthin right quick
see you got it fucked up, im Anon cause you don know-me// that doesnt mean im hidin or that i cant flow-see...// maybe i do kick it in the phillipines.......// was that sposed to be a diss? they prolly got the illest-greens// i got a fortress for a verse, while you pitchin tents// i know you broke as fuck cause you aint even makin S-(C)en(t)s-e// as for your question, ill pick mentally unstable// cause at any moment im able to shock you like a naked cable// they label me as a lethal human being// you better check your temp quick, must be sick, if you think im fleeing// an that bar with swoopin in it dont rhyme right do-it?// now tell me.......... which one of us is really stupid?- Anon |
what we've got on our hands is one big misunderstanding
anons the miss, and under abili is where hes landing bitch i was sayin shit that just flowed, like naturally why you tryin so hard, its sposed to come jus casually im a let this clown bring out his pen and his writing pad and if im lucky three hours later he'll reply, now thats sad bitch you might think that you can rhyme, but it dont make sense to me how everytime you throw a punch its in fuckin parenthases fuck you, bottom line, thats the jist of my tale you livin proof that all opponents of me truly will fail |
yo man, just stop it,u think u gonna make a profet//u just live in ur closet,i'll just get ur gfs 7 digets,fuckin her like she was a miget//
u just a fagget, calmin to be the wannabe RABBIT, u just stick around man just like a slug on a stick suxin the "mans" dick, // u call ur self a true emcee? well u got another thing coming im rymin like mother goose, u just be so full of boose (booze), im comin off at u like "double 'O' seven", killin u,stabin u, murderin u is all the same shit, wheni have fit,i'll spit dirty shit at ur face, u wanan be race vs the white ppl here well u aitn nothin but a loose mother gooose, wannabe creator like her and i we just meat at the line and then surface slowy like a spellin bee was talkin place we'd all be quite, after that we would ingnite a fire rosting cow and snake u just lye awake, glazin at the stars wishin u were one ur self// |
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