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yo styles got less then crackheads, ritin they wills
u rite whak shit fasta then richie rich makin mills Xxxtasy, you jus made tha guiness book a records worst use of lyrics in a battle 2 date, your right, a waste of words head back 2 tha suberbs fasta then magnetic trains even if u was speed racer, my bullet's ed hit ya brains im on point like hollow point, ill go straight through you you can wear double teflon, but im still gon kill you so take my advice bitch, stick 2 ya fuken pills if you keep rappin on tha innernet, your wastin ya dolla bills so go bak 2 ya IP n tell em you wan a cancell n let us be, if i was council, id use ya words as land-fill |
I destroy newbies, but in battle a vet is preferential
cuz this kid is a punch bag, I'll hit MA harder than any heterosexual Your lyrics are off fool, this Nightmare easily ignored too carrying a backpack into public aint enough, you needin a bomb too with one word rhyme schemes, think you a object of envy?? If this faggot's face was on a milk box, wouldn't be a "suspected MC" (Missing Child) I pity you very much kid Nobody feeling those fairy punches This bitch is "a celebate pervert"; the fagggot aint "hitting anybody" |
Ayo it might seem that your last two lines didn't match the rest,
I'll feed this fag a herb since his rhymes did not make any sense ! No offence kid, but you know I'm way iller than you Leave the keyboard alone faggot and pick up a mic fool ! Cause' I'll be ready to battle you, you whack text-cee You prolly can't rap at all, which then makes you a crap emcee ! Ain't no games being played, on how you label yourself a surgeon I'll dissect your whole face before you could even call ME a surgeon ! fuckin' faggit. |
first off u need to get ya rhymes n ya punches tight//
u cant even spell faggot correctly get ya grammar right// wordz iz wordz and they cant hurt shyt but feelingz// u crackin on othaz but ur choice of wordz arent quite appealing// im stealing off on ne dude who gets close to me// dont talk shyt or find ya face on a missing poster b// make a toast to me, not to roast wit me// cuz everything i do is how its supposed to be// im on chronic, ebonics but u neva catch me on phonics// think quicka than 10 sonicz, carry devices that arent pneumonic// so pick up da mic and talk to me jonix// doggy im dominican and i eat shit like u like i eat rice// u aint nice, dogg on ya last bar u used da same word twice// holla bak 1 |
fuck this nigga, you talkin bout anotha mans gramma
look at yours, "shyt".. it aint a quite appealin manner when you tryin 2 spit sum whak shit, ya words aint sick you even admit, that u been smokin hard on tha chronic you don watched 2 many movies, now u think u mel gibson but u aint a lethal weapon, so just keep 2 steppin son you aint even reppin son, fuck gunzwik, come 2 new york niggas herell stick u up n cook yo ass like pork stab u with a rusty fork, i see that you can talk tha talk but when you try 2 walk, like new born, you tumble down n fall short shit, im done wit chu, get bak 2 smokin yo chronic you like an old mobil fone u got replaced by polyphonic |
Ima burn-this-bitch, discern-with-hits, scorchin-n-such..
youd think his lines constipated the way hes forcin-too-much.. distortin-his-mug, MC AKs verses are played, i think hes fetchin-for-rhymes but he still flows wack.. for fucks sake dog please stop s t r e t c h i n - y a - l i n e s dunno why i did that..haha |
This cat needs to work on his multies before he even spits
I'll be that nigga scorchin' wit flames leavin' ya crisp into bits One man band, you need a crew to protect ya I'll leave your name forgotten like D12 son, they're waitin' to collect ya Stretch somebody's lines? You probly have strech marks on ya waist Fatter than Pun behind a screen, bitch this nigga's a waste Blah... |
aight Jonix...(santanna Town beat)..
Jonix Bitch made nigga ayo check it i aint dipset..but i kno this boi aint eva grip tex// and yo b;z up no crip set..and who am i gonna hit next// and this bitch made nigga thinkin he bigg his name jonix// he lookin nigga a lil no nigga..washed up lil onyx// DIPSET DIPSET DIPSET..click click u got hit next// tha text i grip and bitches i hit iz u funked out and flexed// holla back bitch..once iam gon u gon miss me// aight i wanna here tha next nigga that diss me// e.z nigga wun... |
one man band yo lines compared to a 1nite stand
throw away the mic it doesn't belong in ya hand weak shit u spittin tryin 2 drop a diss errytime u droppin shit u make the miss u might burn this shit , but u aint runnin this shit fight with me , fuck it i wont fight sum fuckin lil kid don't wanna make u cry while im killin u with my flows |
refferring to one man band
guys above posted just b4 me |
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Yo, this clown is being fooled, had to use a beat to flow If I ever battled him in Audio, he probably won't show You talk too much shit, callin' this kid a bitch Can't believe that you're the son of one, who belongs in a fucked up ditch Fuckin' snitch, I'll spray you and your clique together.. and If you ever mention my name again, you won't appear for next season's weather Fo sho'... bitch. |
once again tha above concept escapes this nigga^^^
you dumb or slow, im askin you cuz shit i dunno know// you kid just like sayd, wit dat underage flow// bitch you aint real you just bout as gangsta as flo joe// you frum london trick wut tha fuck you know// please dont talk before you get layd down// have you hit up wit ya own currency 185 pounds// you gotta problem? |
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What d'you know about me yea I'm from the U K I just can't believe ya on my dick so much I could even call you gay You must be some overrated cat, tryna absorb some wordplay San Jose or San Hozay what might be funnier is your fuckin' surname My currency owns you, what the fuck is 50 cents 50 pence would buy your soul dude does that make an sense? Now back 2 tha future, when you ain't even lived your past I'll take away your time machine and send you back to ya momma's ass! Bitch nigga... what do you know. |
what i know bout u, u a bitch to me/
spit shit,get lit, like a christmas tree/ and i know u not as gangsta as you wished to be/ no clue's so to u its a mystery/ and u got a lotta heart until da fifth spark em/ now they can find u at da mart on da nearest mik carton/ |
Yeah I'll brighten up like a christmas tree and burst my bulbs into ya eye
Make sure you go blind and die, shit, it'll be surprising if you made it alive Cuz' you weak like eggshells, I'll crack ya dome in one blow Now what d'you really know about me, I'm killin' you with one flow Fo' sho' get out the door cuz' you don't belong in battling I'll send ya back when you was young, right when you had that toy rattling Cuz' you whack. |
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