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You love my style man... So uh... stop ya bitchin...
Grammatix? funny how ya names a contradiction... ya crosses missin... Like Ishe vs. The Latin Snake... ain't a threat. to you...knockin a wack off... is how u masturbate... |
c'mon son... you don't wanna it... this is my thread...I run it
bitin' more than you can chew but i see you ain't got the stomach that shyt that you talkin?...done it...so homie slow down a bit it's just a phase you yungins go through...one day you'll grow out of it i ain't ya everyday average...i'm savage when i be lacing ya cabbage and manage to damage ya... remember who ya facin' |
When i roll up, Hold the Nine-Tight//
This may be Ill-Grammatix thread...But this Is My-Site// I told you before Im new to RV but Not-To-The-Game//You gonna know im murderous, When i put the MAc-To-Ur-Brain// My money Stacks-IS-Insane// When I'm on the beat, I Make one Track-and-Its-Fame// Its not me, Its my Raps-That-are -to-Blame/// ROllin in ur hood and be Snatchin-Ya-Chain//...Im a O.G |
how you gone claim ta own shit andhalf the niggas here could own you, lookin atcha past record(10-8) and im sincerely hopin that youve grown(10+8=18) too, getcha shit blown through, and i aint talkin bout blow guns, im talkin bout big ole tumors thata leave you with NO lungs, hold on, close ya eyes and pray as you might God still got a few tricks, but the biggest one he pulled on you was tellin you,that you, had ill grammatix.......... |
u niggas obviously lack skill...my money go passed mills
otto "mouth neva see lights" even wit a "match in his grill" PreZ on top...dis nigga young'n ain old enuff his mouth frail so keep talkin "shit" i'll make ya face come out ya crack .......til ya teeth peel! asked Lawinski......yep! otto still chokin on bill! (clinton) |
listen here grammatix, get the Hell-Out//
Hes *Back In*business, So obviously he Fell-out// fell Off-Tha-Charts, Im Hot-from-Start// Listen Prick... When i Spit-Them-Clipz// It'll SHift-Ya-Lips, So u can kiss my Ass-Bro// u 'talk shyt' you mouth should be your Ass-Hole// I stack Doe, he stacks Pennies-And-Bucks// Pass me the gat and I'll Semi-it-up// Theres gunna b a picture on RV for YOU, Sayin in Memory-Of... |
preZidict, Wen i clap at u, u better know the Word-Lean//
He picked his name But doesnt know what the Word-Means// Im tellin you now, Dicts-Demished// Ur verses are wack, Atleast Fix-ur-Finish// I dont need to, im a boss, And Im Strictly-business// One hit will have you coughin up your Lungs-Bitch// I Bun(Burn)Pricks// MAtter a fact...Im out...I Won-This |
lmao fam u don't even listen to your own lines
i could tell...cuz ya first bar consisted of no rhymes! how da fuck u merkin me dunn? u must be stupid nigga got "shot wit a black arrow" n called it an "African cupid"! u not fuckin wit PreZ...last breath? nigga u been dead! a known fag, ya bitch "soft" so u told her get "hard" between da legs i'm goin soft as fuck on u dunny |
Keep talkin shyt...I'll hit you wit a Two-Piece-tazor//
he acts like he's famous, But hes a Groupie-Chaser// look at his Siganture, Talkin bout Lighter-Handz// ur verses are Tired-Man// if you were on my label, I would say Your Fired...Damn NIGGGA |
BLAH <<< dats what i think of ur lines so quit scrap
ya shits wack!...i could kill u wit 2 bars even if i didnt rap! thats pathetic but i kinda feel sorry for u kid cuz u swear u nice just because u quoted jigga in ya sig! blastin nines?? why waste a bullet on this fag...?? thought "readin da source" would make u spit betta..... ........so he stapled his "brain 2 da mag"! magazine...NIGGGA! |
This Is*Youngin-Fresh*, yo ur Shit-Played//
Im "young-N-Fresh" and still plenty of Hits-Made// I got tha sig from JAda not Jigga, So get your Shyt-Strait!! Ima "Rock & Roll" like Jimmy HENDRIX// He says 'he blows shyt', He doesnt blow gats, he blows Mens-Dick// Ima bout to Dismantle-him//Imma blast the 4-5th, and leave a Clip in his ABDOMEN!!! ~NIGGGA~ |
lol all u good for is feedin off people lines loser
step 2 me, its guarenteed u'll "croak soon" like "aging roosters" rhymes come 2 my mind freely...u gotta think extra hard u have no punches, personals, nor creativity...how u beatin me dogg? never expected dis lame 2 respond...wow u got balls?? i aint even stressin dis kid...when he rhyme it makes no sense at all! true story...NIGGGA! |
PreZidict This nigga claim he hard for years you had weak lines Can't figure out what race i am so u bite the color of my rhymes Stop Trippin' and step back cause i hit the record book hard Wait for me to throw another punch and all u'll see is birds & stars Youngin-fresh is wack to jada not jigga nigga u a wigga And was that a difficult word and it will take u weeks to figure Wow chill out son don't let a prep town get to ya damn head My punches leave u dead and way further than a underground bed |
aha...we writin books now?? dis a cypher nigga u mad dumb
merked him so bad his "text crossed over" like Sauce from And-1 juelz sig?? thought u looked familiar..but Hoodz_1 y frown?? talkin bout race..nigga u "cant be serious" like pathelogical clowns! and if u dont get dat last line, lol just leave rappin alone cuz wit ya "hands tied up on nines" u'd just be a "faggot on phones" think about it then reply...it makes *sense* lol |
lol nice ayo Prez.....been meaning to hit a battle up with ya.....so watcha say my nig......nigga TuNiT never even repleid to the battle so wat up???
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