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The last four letters of your name must describe u best//
Dye them bitches in Scarlet---wear 'em everyday on ya chest// Who the fuck is a Ravynzero that's Gayer than Hogan's Heroes// Battle Stats is double Zero But talkin' shit like Deniro// Nigga I'll eat you up like you come with the meal// A side order A La Mode then u footin' the bill// Just because it's Flu Season u be thinkin' u ILL// A game of Spades the only way that u able to deal// |
blas? you a fucking fag, i'll leave you stuck in a cast
too bad your half-ass, like tony stop bragging you spic girls date you and leave before their laughing at your dick you live from the basement, next week it's the cellar please stay yella, you wouldn't be fly-if you keyed off a propeller you a no seller, anyway no brain no fame i got no shame so watch a class in jujitsu, and remember how i throw lames |
this kid talkin bout fags,n brags they takin up half his ass...
this cabage patch bitch spaztic,get masked w/ a hatchet... closed casket...dome recunstructed w/ plastic... how's no~abuse gon match wits w/ dis spic,get serious... most distinguished lyricist,dis thing w/ lyrics is my means 2 keep feinds inferior... imagine dis light weight,height rates twice the flight of 2 dice played... aint man aint mice but lice life mates,a rainbow tastin,stained draws waste ofa strangled whores face... fukkin em all,the parties startin putin arson in ur halls... arsnic in ya jaws,when choke artists try 2 harness the scars i carve in when i talk... |
yo benster 09 sounds like ur with a guy.
u the one thats gay be ill shoot u up like gravy. see the one guys a lie atleast he admits hes gay. but really ur the one with the H.I.V. and ill stab u up like "wonder" but then put u ina blunder. then ask about it lata and see if ur mothas a good hatta. |
ya rhyme scheme is terrible n who gave u dat name
i'll put a glock 2 ya head n u'll give tha ground brains leavin it plain 4 u lame if u did not kno my rhymes insane ya picture glued 2 my scope n my bullets addicted 2 ya head like whitney was 2 coke planty niggas i fought these bullets will have evryone seein ya thoughts (KILLAH) |
wut kinda name is treble, damn rite ya in treble(trouble)//
your vocab so shitty think ya brain the size of a pebble// .:|Run When u Hear Me|:. is sumthin id really do// cauz no one wunts to hear raps form a jew// you think u got skillz whats up wit this shit (killah)// your werse that white 'Ice' thats Not even 'Vanilla' |
Man i thought i'd have comeption 4 sum1 dissin me
U dont kno me son this gunz will have u missn b yea im killah make no mistakes U from pennsylvannia shots leave me wit a headache by tha time tha ambulance come its too late got ya timbalands passed em of 2 ya man n he rolled off n a carvan fuck u kid hear it man i could beat u in 60 seconds im cocky cuz i see ya battle record i kno u mite not b afriad of me i got every gun of tha alphabet A to Z |
treble turn ur pussy spit notch down to another level/
u couldnt spit with a mouth full of fist/ cuz when i battle its like swingin my knuclkes to insist/ that i can make u buckle under pressure/ ur lyrics are lackin the measure/ your unit is to small to even get tweezers to pleasure/ |
i been readin these cats before, ya just get worse
ya the last in a line of dawgs needin to rehearse with a name like nutcase you want an asylum cos ya talent here is way off point like a blind man trying come back when ya battle's match mine elevate win battles change your name and i might give you the time |
I think bio'chemist, don't-know-how-to-rap//
Don't-know-how-to-act, when I'm at the point of attack// Slap this bitch in his face if he even talk back// Think he got skills...but he lost that// Leave'em off track// First time he got pussy... is when he bought a cat// Bio could show me his best...and I'd still slaughter that// C'mon jack, you ain't nothen-like-Nise// Nothen-like-spice, ain't never goin' outwit my minds device// Have ya spine clink twice...pop kinks up in ya neck// Tryen to hold on to ya life...but you only got a sec.// Now repent....go head say a lil'prayer// it goin' matter, cause we both know you feelen them flares! |
The First Thing u Failed At Thinkin?
Naw Never do that again and ull stop sinkin Cuz the more u talk the more u squack, shout ur brains off wait fuck that u squackin air out Cuz no Mind to be found just a clown to be laughed at Shot Shot Shot Never mind a Poka Dot RainBow LAughed AT! -. |
this fool tied by the neck by a thin belt
bitch was so bad he had to quote himself straight up im gonna spit win im feein, but keyin i smoke u up like green from new zealand look how u gon act hard and put a fight when ur sig posts the bitch u jack off too everynight |
Phoenix
boy cant you spell? my flames are hotter then hell e before the o your IQ must be low the rise? boy u needa be cut you down to size lemme assist you with this you be so small, it be my feet you kiss |
Hows this kid goin' rap wit the name a spiro?
Shit, this is-my-flow, I thought I seen you wit 6 dwarfs before singen 'Hi-Ho' Ya rhymes a fairy tale type fiction Put you on restriction Ain't no gettin' in witout ya spitten admission Bitch now listen...I rap from better lands Try to hit you if you sitten cause it don't matter where you stand Clips treat you like a wrestler, and pin you down Can't never find Nise cause he live in the sound Live in the ground, pop up, just so I can hit you down Spiro, a.k.a clown I'll make you drown I'll smother and swallow you whole Leave ya body sway, to and fro Pop ya boys in a line, now you next to go! |
This cats got all dat on his signature but his ryhmes r immature
he couldnt spit 16 if his name was 4 times 4 I could raise and beat u son Tha only nine u got is a five dolla bill n 4 ones I keep my life secretive so dont ask no questions neva convict cuz i left no one 2 tell confessions |
Word is born kid i got ya number
6 feet deep u sleep in an enternal slumber baked in tha summer u tried 2 give master p u demo n he rejected it u mus suck das sum shit it says 6 lines n u gotta b skilled i'll rip u son i aint even gotta kill yes son i'll rip ya ass cuz im an assasin i'll have u in NYPD filin 4 sexual harrassment fuck u son n dats it |
Mike blazin spittin like his spits amazin...
His pen bleed through, but dont make a mark...its see through... Aboutta line...fuck 3, 4, 5, cuz dissin you...im already outta line~ Yah multies done blew it...already been through it... they need to get ejected from rappin like Nick Nolte in Blue Chips~ Hes the kinda nigga that'll say "Yah need me" like he greedy...to a bunch of niggas thats needy...den get his ass kickd neatly...cuz da only way he lyrically whackin is by holdin my dick...here dawg...BEAT ME!!! |
Hes claim F.B.I. next he'll claim C.I.A.
but wut he dint kno is i got Ak's dat'll shatter his day he was a mistake he wasnt supposed 2 b born u can tell his names chester look at his avatar he loves porn Tha only thing Mike's blazin is his lil sister G-spot i'll put u n trainin u be yellin out D-block |
Dogg if ya moms find you in a alley don't tell her it was my fault//
Were you jackin off tryin 2 Spell the name Epson Salt// Well why your sodium is 590mg your killin yourself// Well i got 590 mini guns so make like eminem and lose yourself// Im food for thought you probaly could'nt swallow me TISK TISK// Fbi's all over but X'rays can't even see this// |
X rays cant see u, but x gays can/
faggot u shouldnt talk bout guns till u put one in ur hand/ sloppy and shit, it look like u from detroit/ stick to makin cars, cuz we aint feelin ya point/ poof! and im out, slice u from ear ta knee/ and the illusion is dark cuz u cant see me!!/ |
EPSILON N tREBLE r FUCKIN 2 LUV COUPLE
but its amazin how they fight n get into trouble... listen kids.. stoppin actin shyt cuz ill give ya sum of my rap rhyming crid..yal talk abut C.I.A n greedy needy niggas..mutherfuckers..u cunts must luv porn til da day u're born sit down kids n do as ur told cuz we're on D other side of da world Boondox is 'ere to tell u r mutherfuckin queer..the only porn u C is ur mammas strippin down on my pappas..its a remedy 4 u sickfuckers..laters |
Omg, this kid-is-wack, u'll get flashed like killer-signs//
said u nice, than sonic musta ran wit' ya iller-lines// I mean, you weren't even nice, to get approval from an admin// to spit in a cypher, skilled with' vets-an-then// please you couldn't be sick "not" poppin pills of medicine!// your breakin the amendment wit' god, this vet's a sin!?// otherside of this world, your just' not on that newest try lane// your more on RB's fly-list on a "suicide plane"..// |
Thank you for presenting a show for the worse!//
your chances of winnin, is like the goddamn flow in your verse!// all I had to do is look, to see your fame deceases!// all I need is dart, to take out this Endangered Species!// Ohh..man an 2 posts?, golly...a newbie for my lines cream// Instead of battlin, why don't u think of Hibernatin a rhyme scheme!?// lol. ur up. |
Here let's make friends, your just a queer with a knive//
and that verse, I swear it took most the years of my life// that was like 30 mins, damn your a hell raiser// see as Can drop more bombs than a talibans-prayer// You really need some elevation, your not really a-head// ohh an by the time he drops his verse, I'll prolly be dead!..// |
ok, let's stop the thread. So Panda can see the fear of frost//
and rewind the hands of time, to re-coop the fukkin years I lost// waiting for This bitch to post, im mad hot wit the lines// You beatin me? haha...just not with those rhymes!// I'm cooking up a pot, hittin u into the face of a fan, ha!// an someone asked what's cookin, what else? this pan, duh..// |
Ok dammit i'll spit 6 lines..asshole mods...lol
Is it Cannabarz..CannaBitch..or Cannot Spit Maybe all 3, but like Jewish kids with Christmas trees- U cannot fit! Fuck it..Canna's a Bitch.. Just Check his Sig.. All red Drip..Calculate ya Calendar..Cannas On Periods Like Jumbled Sentences Cyber happy perv..loves chatin dirrty..at his computer waiting till Panda Finishes Get it right from now on... ~Bounce~ |
wil getcha ya u might, u still havent
to put it lightlys it cuz u fuckin suck at rappin cant even follow the 6 line minimum maybe cuz site froze that was holdin the lines he bitten from flow i da. shut up. thats just stupid. your gayer then clay and fatter than reuben |
yo check it/ this cats name is phoenix/ but we all no that phoenix has no penis/ there is nothing under this kids profile/ he ceaces to exist in this hip hop lifestyle/ first of, im gonna tell you he is a novice/ cause if he was better than me he obviously wouldnt be on this/ so im just spitting a short verse to fit in/ if you really want something go to audio and ill be ripppin
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Phoenix couldn't elevate even if he did what his sig said, "The Rise"..
Cause I can see yer Gay when you look at MySexual in the eyes.. The Buddha just sits and smiles and laughs at both your wackness.. Cause Even if you were him you'd still lack the PHATness.. Again the Sig says it all, a conscious Life without a Philosophy is no Life.. Well since yall got no Lives, I might as well put it to an end wit this Swiss Army Knife.. |
will get cha not a bad verse/ but i think you choked on your first words/ talking about phoenix like you could rise/ I think it was you who looked into my eyes/ and you did see more than u could imagine/ talking all gay and talking about passion/ you talk about whackness like you can establish/ how bout i make you my bitch and have your mom make me a sandwich/ its not that I doubt your lyrics its just something about your rap battles apparence/you just seem kind of phony/but if still wanna talk gay/you could blow me.
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Sup Will Getcha, ill smack and disrespect ya
U in flow-ida, this hurricane will destroy ya Sittin at ur comp, beatin ur meat to ur sig Mama's come's in, "Will u at it again?" Gets on her knees sux u off so u dont beat it But then she sucked to hard, and left u depleted -KeMy$t |
MySexual is gay.... and Kemyst is too..
Call me a Nazi cause I'm Gas'in' this jew.. Workin' on the cornfields, this Fag is poppin' the Kernals.. This Fag writes all his gay life experiences in his rainbow journal.. Reason for his crews name is cause he like's O-Men.. 5-0... I see a stoppin' of that trend.. |
Obviously u can't read or u just tellin me u a piece of shit
YES IM FROM THE CORNFIELDS, nice original spit U need to quit for the Kemy$t's words overwelm ur brain Cuz rippin on ur shit like this, will leave u straight insane U fukked with the wrong kid, the killer is soon released Now he's out, i gotcha, and left ur ass deceased Bitch please, u couldn't fukk with me even if ur name was Em Cause u to become asmatic, cuz in ur lungs my words cause flem -KeMy$t |
hey kid go back to your beaker
you are innapropriate like a streaker damn i didnt know ppl were as bad as you u should be on the list that mase was added to im mad at you, im disgusted with your style get off the site, hopefully we wont have to wait to long of a while |
Like an Empty Soda Can, I'm steppin' on you..
Watch you Crunch cause you stink like the shit on the bottom of my shoe.. Kemyst is threaten'd cause he knows his undefeated record is at Stake.. I'm eatin' you like I was a Fat kid and you were steak.. Fake Bubba Sparxxx, Go pork your pig.. Your just about as annoyin' as that stupid Skull sculpture in yer sig. |
dude you aint got shit so stop spittin
when u do, nobody listens that why you have resorted to sex and became a nun so u dont deal with rejects aside from that you are just plain ugly to look at thats why girls rather fuck baseball bats than you hahah you fool |
Listen...don't rip shit outta no one if you aint got styles.
Gonna pull a out a few tricks...on this herb phoenix, Bustin lyrical hits, from john woo flicks, before this fag spits, Unlike tha hammer ya shoulda quit...cos tha parachute trousers don't fit, Bitin rappers brains like nits...but u are like tha hamer cos your shit aint legit, Your not quick wit your wit...I spit hot rymes like I crossed fever with tha squits, I caught from your mom while I was suckin her tits an rubbin her clit. Diss me an I will battle ya |
My man Toner can't even pop a boner
ya stay in ya room wackin off that lil ass dick wit a 3-7 record, you still think you the shit you the type a nigga dat drop the soap on purpose my lyrics are legends my man PeeWee Kirkland and like Pac when i spit my verses |
Yer Punchs are MILD and I'm smokin' this BLACK..
Imma School you how to Rock and my name ain't Jack.. This wack Fag is gettin' Stuff'd like a Philly Blunt.. Yer shit's Tight? HA Like a Prostitute's Cunt... LMAO You Runt! Your Young, and I can see it through yer work.. Cause You Came hard and too fast like when you jerk.. |
ya must be writin wak ya had to edit ya verse
typing same old shit cant you be more diverse ya use Syllables jus like I use a womans breasts one or two at a time, thats why ya rhyme's are a mess so go home work on it ..show some dedication cos to me ya skillz are weak...'and im on medication'!! |
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