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[QUOTE]Originally posted by Lucid~State
[B]Comon dawg yo spittin is so whack// you sound like a retarded Can-I-bus on smack// you lack the intensity of lyricist// when it come to the rap game y'all can call me the imperialist// taking over like J-hova// burnin holes in rappers like a supernova// so ayo homie listen the fuck up// just coz I'm doper don't get all worked up// so y'all can |
Originally posted by Lucid~State //
Comon dawg yo spittin is so whack// you sound like a retarded Can-I-bus on smack// you lack the intensity of lyricist// when it come to the rap game y'all can call me the imperialist// taking over like J-hova// burnin holes in rappers like a supernova// so ayo homie listen the fuck up// just coz I'm doper don't get all worked up// so y'all can suck a dick son// |
Stop Freeposting We All Know Your Shit Is Whack//
Didn't Have Anyone Diss You Doesnt Mean You Should Come Back// Fuck The Attack You Couldn't Take Over If I Gave You The Mic// What You Write Is A Terrible Loss Like An Hot Dyke// Now Turn Around And Walk Out The Door, Cuz I Dont Fuck Queers// So Stop With YOur Gay Shit Cuz I Aint Afraid To Buck Queers// |
WHAT DA FUKK COMPELLED U 2 SPELL EVEN DA FIRST SENTANCE OUT,
YA WORDS'LL NEVA AMMOUNT 2 DA BIRTH OFA RECORD SHOUT OUT, YA NERVES DESERVE A SURGE OF MY STEAL,MACHETTES REGRETTIN DEY EVA HIT UR CEREBELUM, U AINT READY,CONTEDIN,PRETENDIN UR ANYTHING BETTER,BITCH JUS RMEMBER, UR NEXT 2 GET STEPPED ON,DEM LAYERS OF TEFLON GET SPRAYED N FRAYED,JUS 2 SAY U AINT SPECIAL, GET OFF DIS SITE KID,BAKK ON DA PIPE IS WHERE U BELONction like your dead you should get some rest, get the dicks out of your mouth, ass and just get dressed your flows are naked, another fake kid, make'n gay pornos to sick to be even triple x rated outski's |
Y U KEEP TALKIN BOUT GAYS B,ID SAY UR VICE PRES.ELECTED FOR DIKK~CHIN~HE'S (DIKKCHANNEY),
NOT EVEN GOOD ENOUGH 4 SPers for the handicap and i'll still take the crown i'll leave ya like the sky, turnin blue n black, n u be levitatin your gettin shit on so much u turnin constipatid ya rhymes fallin apart like cookie crumbs cuz i eat ya rhymes like dough n chocolate chunks bring what ever ya got cuz i aint sayin hello pissin on the above and shittin on whos below |
For the comedian.. I mean chameleon...
Last time it was your turn you claiu bleeding from a diss.. |
silentz,aint no point in tryin,denyin u dont kno what a ryme is,
i krush skulls n blind men,defient each line dividin 2 save yall time dis, isnt a game kids,feels like im babysittin ashley n marry kate,ashes burry ya fate,slashes make hard 2 stare at ya face, my scripts is acid rarely need a bass 2 keep me active,leave u actors 2 dazed 2 rephrase da same shit u gonna spit anways, in any case,yall hit w/ da wrong time n wrong place,equipt w/ da wrong ryme n wrong page, betta stay up late memorize ur notebooks,neva wrote hooks yet fellaz coats took, u still dont kno?look,i sever rooks no lettas could sho da barettas betta proven methid of correctin ya best textin,undatood? weather in mines or ya own hood,pleasure ur minds n show ur da kind,when u get outta line u correct ya own foot, it dont matta how i type,caps or flat my raps is fat dasa fact,n its own style, sho ya domosile open n close like i fold envelopes like da snow piles,i leave ya dome filed in da files of lost n found, u think ur hard i leave u softer ground,dis alter bound by my flawless sound~imag |
"Hold the presses we got a recall !"
Cuz this nubie is slow as hell and he can't count ya'll This kd thinks he sweet now i want that in writing Trust me lil daddy theres no use in fightting Cuz i'll just rip u apart Rrip out ya heart Dismember ya face and burn down ya place should I start ? |
lol^ this bitch must get fucked so much that her eyes be distorted,
you wanna be a femcee, your so butch it wat to me was reported/ she the long term femcee, that careers short like shrimp legs, your like the remains of a E,in da morn in my stomach u the dregs/ and the only reason that you living feel, is for the emotion pain, like snoop dog.. u havin ya last meal, you gettin lost down the drain |
you think that u a fly ass woman that all the men wanna chase,
but i evision you at home, a spooty white girl with brace-s/ your life mabee an oxymoron, but u shud take that suciside pill, i think ur ryhme style is borin, stop tryin to convince ya self u ill/ you think that i run from fights..ha.. bitch, im the instigator, im the type, to make ya see lights, you wack ryhme perpetrator/ no hate girl, |
Frozen with heat, hear that horn, it's the sound of Retreat/
Run for the Hills-Billy, cuz my lyrics will tenderize ya like Mallets to Meat/ I spit at true Zero degrees, where electrons cease to flow, ~N~ blood coagulates at the Knees/ I'm like the Factor of Kelvin, when I unleash a super heated flow, yours (flow) like a tractor... Clunky and slow/ My sytle's excite thermaphiles leaving you miles of deniles, call it your lyrical trials/ If you reply please remove all tears from ya eye's, cuz my heat will definalty boil your each every try/ Absolute Zero and a superheated infernal, contrast like ya imaginary life @ www.whackrap.journels/ Frozen with heat, is the herb I chosen to beat, cuz ya Contra-DICK, 'terms' like 'collegent' Faggots in heat.../ |
Oh Mr bounce your spit was almost had us convinced/
but using big words sure dont make you experienced/ first you need to check that your vocab ain't gibberish/ then go back to class, learn to flow, maybe make a wish/ when you come back you'll have one more chance to grip/ but dont drop the mic when you get slapped like a pimp/ |
this kunt is grabbin at something that will get him merked
Fasta than how iceberg finished his fucking lines ::INSERT::// ya self into my rhymes cuz this thread was made for you its NO DOUBT that your ill self just Dont Speak cuz it aint you// Crew? not present cuz this game "moved" out the same room as this fool Couldnt even set down one card, or role a die if it actually got him ill feared// Your Shit dont got the stuff to make it "Rise", elevating as much as Nick from 98's career. .inserted |
No...! ! ! Fuck you...
Five hundred and fourty nine posts veteran who??? Whatever... With rymes like that you bound to get booed.. Im bound to get rude... If u get 2 post five hundred and fifty times and still aint improve.. Your face'll get chewed and nawed off... Butt in the head with the sawed off and spitting up blood like a bad cough... Break you off in chunks and your limbs'll get tossed... My fingers is crossed. If I hit your front grill right you could forget about floss... |
get off the net newb seriously ya define wack in every post
i dont even have to see what im typing to get my ass chose// your name must be a premonition of this little cypher we have cuz once we start swingin what you ever kept in ya mind for these times will be had// Its sad really how newbs like these dont even know who they swing at When really im "seein" "krushed" pop instead of rap// |
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