see that i don got u all mad

I rock so much ice, I gotta wear a winter jacket/
I'm so ahead of my time, I stop myself before I acted...

that was some nice "shit"but the word says it all,"shit"//

my rymes rulleeee

2pac 'n' nas are shit they can't rap

2pac 'n' nas are shit they can't rap
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2pac 'n' nas are shit they can't rap
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ALL U RAPPERS ARE GAY

mc danny ur lyrics are so "weak" my sister could jump you//
u spit small words that makes me think of you as mini-me two//

AYO,

IM SOME 'FAT KID', U CANT DIS ME, U CANT KILL ME, U CANT PUT ME DOWN
I KILL EMCEES LIKE U WITH MY TEARS, I JUST UNLISH MY THOUGHTS TAKIN THIS FONY-CLOWN
BACK DOWN TO THE HELL HOLE WHERE THIS "ILL" EMCEE CAME FROM UNDERGROUND//

MY LYRICALY-THOUGHT-OUT-IMAGES MURDER UR WEAK ADVERESS-ILL-NESS
ITS LIKE U JUST WANT TO BE BUM WITH UR TUM UP, U DICK 'RIDING' GAMES ARE POINT-LESS//

I WENT TO SCHOOOL KNOW AS THE FAT-K.I.D(EE)
U CAN RIP ME, I LEAVE UR MIND IN THE DUST,
WITH THOSE ANNOYING LINES ITS LIKE THEY ARE JUST PURE RUST
I KNOW I MUST BE THE BEST, CUZ I'LL TAKE U DOWN, WHEN I THRUST
THREW UR 'LINES' I LEAVE U SPEACH-LESS, I'LL JUST LEAVE THIS INGRAVEMENT ON UR GRAVE "R.I.P(EE)"

IM SOME WACK KID, BUT MY 'ID' SAYS IM 'SPIRIT', THATS COOL RABBIT
GRABS MORE EMCEES TO THE TABLE, ONE BY ONE RABBIT GOES THROW UR INTENURAL-ORGAN-BULLSHIT
I KNOW RABBIT & SPIRIT BE MORE ILLER THEN UR MOTHERS HOME COOKIN APPLE PIE, ITS JUST PURE SHIT//

U CANT HIT US EVEN IF WE WERE 2 FEET IN FRONT OF UR FACE, UR LINES
JUST MISS 'US', ITS LIKE U TRY TO HARD TO BE LIKE 'U-2' CUZ ITS US-2 VS U-2 FAGGETS, UR PUNCHLINES
AINT HURTN-SHIT, SO QUIT UR BULLSHIT-JACK-IN-THE-BOX-PUNCH-LINES//

IF I WAS BLIND I COULD FLOW MORE RITHMICAL-NOUNS
WHEN I SPIT THE SUBLIMINAL WORDS THEY SOUND
MORE ADVESE THEN UR WEAK THRID GRADE SHIT, I RUB UR RIBS INTO THE GROUND
RHYME AFTER RHYME RABBIT GRABS UR FEET, TIES U DOWN
WITH HIS "ONE-LINE-PUNC-LINE", ITS LIKE RABBIT SPITS A POETRY-LINE
IT HITS LIKE A "MISSLE" DAMAGIN UR LUNGS WHEN I SPIT TOXICICATED-LINES
I INFECT UR MINE MAKIN UR SPINE HURT EVERY-WHERE, U CANT COMPARE UR HUMP-DY-LINES
TO MOTHER-GOOSE, SHE WAS THE CREATOR, AND IM THE TURMENNATOR WITH THE LOGICAL-MINE(d)

I 'ENTER' "DEATH", I 'BACKSPACE' UR RHYMES CUZ A PLUMBER WOULD 'DELETE'
UR FABLES IN ONE 'SPACEBAR' I BACK-TRACK 'SHIFT' I RAN U OVER WITH THE ELITE
VERSE RABBIT SPIT, I HIT 'F5' TO REFRESH MY MIND, I HIT 'TAB' TO JAB
UR GUT WITH MY "UP-AIROW" I STAM ON THE 'CAP-locks' I'VE TOOKN U OUT WITH A SINLGE 'SCROLL-LOCK'
I TAKE U DOWN WITH MY BOTTONS EVEN A ORGAN FLOWS MORE POWERFUL WORDS
THEN U HITTIN ON A BILL BOARD//

damn they asked for a punchline not a punchbook,
last time you spit something it landed on your foot

^^lmao
mystic your long flows more useless to you then blind dates guide to dating/
Or martha stewart's shut-the-fuck-up for healthy living

mystic this aint no prewrite freepost/
take your shit and throw it off the face off the westcoast

Yo Iced you miswell sit back and chill cause R-Rated is about to go in for da kill/
I'm like sunrays..my lyrics are so hot they melt ya name...you like da Wizards.. cause dawg you ain't got no game /
Your style is further back then the birth of moses..nigga your shit is soft and sweet like roses /


aight dats enough..

pEace

But yo Iced...you gone join my crew man? I wrote ya PM...so what ya gone do?

pEace

u aint no eminem so go take ur tight ass jeans and dance routines back to queens!

It Ain't Hard For Every1 To See That You Suck..
Ya Hairline's Gettin Jealous Cuz You're Skills Are Receeding So Much...