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Shakespeare is oldschool, well your rhymes are too
I shake then spear your rhymes, that's why you get booed I never seen basic rhymes like yours, i use them to mop up the floor And Smear your own blood on them and make ya say you don't want no more I have mad met-a-phores, i'm noticed all around like i was wearin red-in-war You can't rap or diss,i'd probably slap da shit out of ya or more cuz ya from Baltimore |
this kids not a ruff-rider he cant even spell it right.......
my punches leave ya 187 cuz they very tight...... ur not that ill i silent ya hype....... ur pussy ur not even a voilent type..... this nigga recoeord is like his hieght only 5 foot 6.... and ill treat cha like a broke mouse the way i silence ya clicks....[cliques/crew] come back................ |
ayo
[shake spear] Im back once again..... Um Leave it to me to SHAKE an Emcee and put a SPEAR in ya Right Breast/ Ya Fight NESS, the "L" "HE GET" would be sure to maintain you a Nice Rest/(Elliot) Be sure to watch out for da Beam its one on you and where ever ya Homey Go/ Cuz you wont be "Scene" like Juliet Runnin off wit Romeo/ So Fuck the flow, your Destructive Glow is only a Beam aimed to Cut ya Throat/ Sorry i got to go, it got to Snow for you to be cool, and i hope you B-More then just a Fuckin HOOOOOO//// aight kidz |
you should of never came back now you inzainly dead with your last breath and mutters
"Sorry i got to go, it got to Snow for you to be cool, and i hope you B-More then just a Fuckin HOOOOOO////" that shit that you think you called spit or cyfer should be cut out the picture like a nifer out of control i maintan inzain game on this internet shit but i'am the in conected reppen and slangin shit thats better then this due's most chedda he coppen on his birthday |
nifer?? :huh:
this kid must be takin-his-turn blazin-the-herb cuz like puttin lipstick in a dictionary hes makin-up-words (for the slow ones....lipstick = make up, dictionary = words) |
bairdy your ass alive like you was the last survive magnificent when spit scripts I rip kids like your ass use make up in your bars you need to make up your own death with those bizzar lines your rhymes ant ill disposed only your hoe
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You ain't sick you ain't shit but I know you a bitch..
Think your avatar is hot but you ain't given'er no dick.. I hold clips, in the grip of my palm.. Bang at ya face hit ya whole crew and then lay down ya moms.. You rhyme calm, when I flow you guarenteed to blow up like bombs.. The only time you gettin' lucky is when you eaten them Charms.. Nisely done... |
nicely not finshed you so illiterate that your spits ant shit to me usen dick in those week bars leaving this white boy bleak hit my dick across the cheek and leave him to bleed
sorry due i dont battle bitches pull my dick out crack em then they got twiches the only thing in the grip of your palms is your poppys balls you call your self nise but i be the nigga that will percisely kill you away that i say see me in a weapen cyfer |
omg dog u cant b serious, callin him illiterate u must b delirious
ur spellin 2 me is lil 2 crazy, eithier really u stupid or mayb u lazy r u sure it U.G or r u missin sum letters, UGLY sounds a lil bit better |
2 dudes up i'll pop you wit a slug//
cuz who the fuck heard of a nise thug// you think you hard as hell but you soft as a tit// and you tried to hit ya sister last week cuz ya mom ain't give you shit// you a punk bitch wit that shit you claimin// tryin ta act hardcore but softass usher raymond// if you find the bullet that i hit you wit// in ya girl's stankass pussy that she whiped you wit// tell that nasty bitch to take a bath// i'm the teacher you the student bitch do the fuckin math// you know you hate this that you can't defy me// cuz my flo is sick like diease H.I.V.// |
hope u aint think i was finshd, get ya lil bitch ass back n tha kitchn
im sorry 2 tell u but ur rhymes r real whack, my 1st time already and im gettn u back dont hate me cuz i got more skills then u , come and let me put on tha street and make a buck or 2 |
you ant got shit to call your own pull your armes out your sock it and out your bones and beat your ass with it calling me ugly and im the fag you the nigga saggin with a sign on your back sayin free crack pointing down to your ass look due next time you fill frogy leap cuss all i got to do is fucken buch you in the check with my fat dick tell your fat bitch my moneys due monday the day befor your pussy popen fun day
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(Ill Bing)
Ya Structure Looks like It Should Be Printed In A Childrens Story Book ... Cause you Got No Barz And Ya Vocab Is Adolescent, Actin All Tuff ... Shit I Can't Belive You "Think" Your Considered A Vet, Well RV Is Slippin ... Call ya Self "Ill" But this Guys No Dope Cat, Imma Drown This Kitten .... Wether Im Spittin Or Talkin Your Still Be Owned, Your Flow Must Be Hidden ... Imma leave Scars Menatally A Phisical And Carve "Merked" In engravement ... His Ryhmes Bin Walked All Over More Times Than A Sidewalk/Pavement ... |
he's shackles cos he is in one
this guy is gay likes his own son you beat meat cos you cant get girls but you eat others meat cos it make you twirl OWNED, he mine now!!!!!! made in 30 seconds |
Look at this guy "Uncapable-2-rap", Call him any thing, except 4"Poppa'KAP"//
Remind's me of a medevil-shrew, Thrown in the gas'acid-Like "Hitler-2-jews// It's K3 and the "minimal-dude's", Only to drop KAP's, Off beer fool'// Makin himself look like trash, Thinks his spitz'are'shit, Yea they are "ass"// Finishing diss, On this fag-ass, Coudn't hit pussy, If u was in a car drivin'fast// LoL Im out |
Owned?!? ... Naw Bitch This Ones For You ...
Look At This Fuckin Herb Tryna Drop A Comlex Verse ... Poppa's Bitch I Bet That Piece Of shit Was Rehearsed ... This Guys Head Must Be More empty Than A Vanilla Ice Concert ... Are Tha Alarms ringin Yet You Shouldn't of Fucked Wit Me Hoe ... Ya Can't Flow You'd Have A Better Chance Tryna Swim in Snow ... (Dumb Fuck) Droppin Shit Like That You'l Be Disconnected Like Broken Cable's ... You No What Bitch Ya Full of More shit Than A Horses Stable ... Fuck You Bitch ... |
always prepared, got the guns cocked-and-strapped
sad that ya verse was just as good as pappa-kaps after im finished with you...wont-be-survival i'll grant you one wish...i'l let you go-meet-your-idol (go meet pac...smile and nod now) |
you cock nothing but other mans dick//
have you so adickted to my spit that you beggin me for the next fix// infront of your crib releacen clips have jada kiss askin why you had to be killed// observe how a real emcee's words effect your gils nerves like popen purple pills// |
you cock nothing but other mans dick//
have you so addicted to my spit that you begging me for the next fix// in front of your crib release clips have jada kiss asking why you had to be killed// observe how a real emcee's words effect your girls nerves like popping purple pills// |
tha legend has returned (please hold the applause)
after only "seven days" on tha site, we could tell you was a geek vine you need a refund from whoeva sold you them "week" lines he cant survive a real battle, gotta convince his heart not to stop "you dont want it?"... i guess he's gotta convince hisself not to drop dont try to rap, cuz all your lines are blown you needed councilin cuz you couldnt take a loss on your own afraid to get your own theme... you an insecure trick why you idolize another man? get off of Shakur's dick you wanna get picked outta tha crowd for tha best lyrical flows but you only get recognized in songs as tha best lyrical hoes you an embarassment to yourself and your whole crew you got a better record but them losses mean im better than you ahem... **cough, cough** im a little rusty |
Split your dome in half like a peace of ass//
The closes thing you get to being a legend is getting ripped first instead of last // You should rethink battling me// Before your testis missing like a mystery// rest your soul to eternal sleep// for thinking you a eternal shrink// bring your hardist lyrical rhymes to me and your I lids will see how week and rusty you must be |
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i could tell this bitch aint tite and be polite this fucking bastard took him 15+ min to write i'ma be puting this fag in shackes enslave himself i mean this kids a forgoten book like if he was on the shelf i'll be bustign you up i'm taking your wins this bitch couldn't swim if he had fins Blah 30 second shit |
lol dis herb cant be serius his flows dumb-wack/
i could nut all ova his spine he still wouldnt have a decent cum-back/ dis dude said my verse ass like my avi well son-check-dis/ ya fuckin talents like ya avi cause neither one-exist/ |
Shake-Spear that Guy was your Idol, You Rap Like Him Too ...
Thus And Thou No Wonder Your Shit Don't Make Sense Dude ... (Du) Your Like An Undercover Cop Can't Let Peeps Know You ... If They Did You'd soarly Be Embarassed And Shown Up ... Rhymes So Immature If you Put Stilts On They Might jus Grow Up ... Please Give Up Rap Its Not For You Go Write Your Hiaku's And Poems ... Rip You So Bad You'll Have Them puerile Words Comin Outta Ya Dome ... Free ... |
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^^ you should honestly be banned for using a "cum" line u aint ill kid just a-liar-stop this kid is a-dire-flop so im forced to ask why your more off beat then retired-cops (think..dont be a retard) after this bout only think left will be spirits-of-you homie...why do instrumentals have better lyrics-then-you just so i dont free post.....jonix...you are a retard for not getting the point of my last line |
MadProphet? That ain't right cos' you 'lack of it'
I spit so many rhymes quicker than a 'fast rocket' Instrumentals wouldn't be instrumentals if it had lyrics I guess you could drop that whack name cos' I'm the Mad Spirit Bigger than you, crush you like a 'can of coke' I'm the reason why in your lessons you 'cannot cope' Your style is a joke... |
[QUOTE=MadProphet]^^ you should honestly be banned for using a "cum" line
dis dude trien to get me banned aww did i get u "mad"/ dog its jus a cypha pull da tampon out ya ass/ fuckin fag im ya dad dont hate me luv-me/ and i aint even gon diss u cause lyricaly u not above-me/(diss the person above u) |
you got no longevity son you the type-ta-fade
didnt have to look at ya name ta see all ya lines-are-played proph plays basketball w/ bullets he shoots he-scores and you really should listen to ya town and try to "b-more" son im callin-lies u scared of a battle why you stallin-guy is it cuz ill leave you sleepin w/ the fishes like florida marlins-wives (if you dont get nothin dont worry, when u elevate you'll understand) |
lol here we go again prophet anotha wack-post-from-dis-guy/
and i dont even need to throw a punch, cause bitches i smack-most-of-the-time/ talkin bout my lines-are-played well ya rhymes-are-gay all the time/ and aint nobody stallin, dis homo known for stalkin-guys/ so stop spittin stupid shit u cant see me like im invisible/ and if u keep spittin stupid shit ill push ya wig back like mysticals/ |
dude up top son is a fan....n a fagget aint he would give his tongue 2 a man~
da doc. aint gon be performin "shakespear" but he gon have ya "skull in his hand"~ nuff said |
punch line king more like a damaged fag//
lunch line rhymes belong in a sandwich bag// hand em a gag cuz he loves 2 be sodomized// this is not a lie// his pics on the net he even apologized 4 sleepin with alot of guys// im the new version of biggie,pac... strictly 2 tha top// you sound like another version of 50 before he got shot// -ColdSteeL :shoot: (my steel's cold cuz aint nobody bustin) |
look...i'll send my gang in ya house..da beat da bitch up n aim at ya spouse
u lil fagget talk shit 2 me i aint gon snuff u ima put "ya name" in ya mouth... got 1 W now u wanna act funny,but u a bum dat lack's money.. n dogg look at ya "avatar" ur a fukkin homo u gota "jack buddy" eazy! |
DaPunchlinePesant
whoeva reccomended you here... they need to apologize DaPunchlineKing??? you just spittin a lotta lies stop fuckin wit superiors, yo ass a prolly get learned you fuckin wit cold steel... yo dumb ass would prolly get burned you from NYC? but not rappin, you rave and rant... "aim at my spouse?" i got 3 words for you, No You Cant i got some advice to use for another rhyme next time dont let your little brother write your lines Who's next? |
that bullshit u sayin wouldnt play in the south//
talkin bout sprayin my spouse// when the only click u got is the sound delay on the mouse// pistols u dont got plus u known ta stay in the house// a lil young nigga talkin bout guns// blowin nuthin but smoke the only thing u doin is fuckin up my lungs// so...stop it!!!you a foolin wit clips// an the only time u comin out ur pants is when u playin pocket pool wit ur dick // punch line's stick ta writin rhymes// i commit violent crimes..while u givin brains is the only way you enlighten minds// easy :nono: lol....who you foolin?that killah shit is dead B.(Bitch!!) -ColdSteeL :shoot: |
im not talkin bout you killa!...but dont spare me guttah.
I hate explainin myself but look at punches verse at the end!! whateva....yeah its whatevah!! :thumbup: |
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u could try hard but regardless im sicka,y would i target dis nigga when he scared of a net dude dogg i can get u "rob" by a "killah".... |
punchline queen diss...
come on youngin look at ur wins where they at//
get me rob with what a KEYBOARD and a couple of CAPS// stop all tha killah spit cuz that aint legit// get ready for that Guerillah click cuzo imma give u a chance ta repent... -ColdSteeL :shoot: |
This fool talks like he's hot, but "ColdSteel" get's bent//
Im still trying to rhyme the word "legit" with "repent"// Don't come at this nigga with gun clappin for real// Cuz you don't hold heat, you only hold on ColdSteel// Maybe you wanna change you name dun, it's too easy to make personals outta. |
this fool is hot but my steel is cold//
cuz aint nobody shootin at my spot like nobody feels ur flow// get bent like what?..you over your fathers knee// hold heat? i grip it an strip ur brain like a lobotomy// dont bother me...cuz u punches r worthless// cuz all u gonna do is steal from me like bobby b did from whitney's purses// witness these verses and jot down a few notes// i know u broke .. givin up neck ta get a couple of crew votes// yeah bitch use ur throat instead of yah keyboard// cuz thats much deeper than u blowin niggaz off like using C-4// so this is it cuz u done lost it// he calls himself monsta cuz hes gay an keeps comin out tha closet.............. :thefinger change my name lol.....personals....monsta..yeah like thats a name worth sayin! cartoon watchin ass nigga!! |
didnt make a flow, but its better that way/
cause he lyrically doesnt know, that his crew is gay/ Ill rip anybody apart, dont care who it is/ You aint a good rapper, just cause Pac in you sig/ I'll leave you like him, folks askn where is he/ Cuba, Jamacia, or really 6 feet deep/ |
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