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du' spit grams' wait for ya call' n "carry the booth"
your 2 deep, your wins a lie.. "i burried the "truth" u dudes' creep" ..he's piss-poor "can' rob tha nigga" cuz 'only time u blowin up' is "head jobs to triggers!" ya record is terrible, for th' posts that u twig' so i'll leave holes' in ya..for each "vote in ya sig" im hopin ya big", cuz this win is in th' "tarots hav' spoken" you can't bite this "bugz" mi' fukkin "karats" r golden! |
cannabarz he thinks he the definition of illness, (sig)
cept he uses ghost writers my rhymes are the realist// this guy thinks hes a fukin boxin ninja robot?, (sig) I think he needs to get his game together its not hot// hes half the skill of cannabis n can only spit half his barz, he steals his rhymes like jackin' running parked carz// |
bugz bunny ill kill ya with a mic/
instead you jus hide behind this site/ you would never step to me in a real fight/ if u did u'll be fucked worse than ur mom last night/ leave ur face lookin like freddy kurger/ ill snap ya back like lex lugger/ tell u to suck a dick while im pissin/ i didnt even read ya shit to see what the fuck im dissin/ if u ever wanna battle again hit me jus listen/ when im thru with u u'll look worse than a man that jus went on a sucied mission/ |
well considerin i aint getting fucked im laughing/
cause i was with your mom last night giving her passion/ thats whats happening/ stop the bullshit/ i was sent to halt your rappin/ and all your gassin/ your just flyweight/ a punk pussy/ a chump/ no my weight/ you got about as much rap as last minute gifts/ while i got more than christmas presents/ who the hell let this guy in here/ ill shoot the bouncersjust for letting this chump enter/ see your pretty much garbage/ this shit you just spit disregarded/ harmless/ you softer than clothes washed in downy/ try praisin rappers instead of clownin/ |
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yo wyte assassin, whack mutha fuka who bites off dre cant think of ur own rhymes, dw i got dis shit made ur rhymes are shit and will slowly fade like ma screensaver on ma pc i'll say ma shit, and fly off like e.t yo homie, not one wud wanna suck ur dick fiesty shit, juz like ur mums clit i aint evn gotta try to spit but its still like acid, burning through ur shit |
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yo wyte assassin, whack mutha fuka who bites off dre cant think of ur own rhymes, dw i got dis shit made ur rhymes are shit and will slowly fade like ma screensaver on ma pc i'll say ma shit, and fly off like e.t yo homie, not one wud wanna suck ur dick fiesty shit, juz like ur mums clit i aint evn gotta try to spit but its still like acid, burning through ur shit |
this cat bout as fresh as the dead skin on folks with lepracee/
withoutthe use of lotion/ without truth you hopeless/ you another one/ why wack mcees flock to this site like locust/ im wonderun/ why they let you submit/ that option should be erased/ put you back to guest faze / and only let you visit/ im the shit while you only smell like it/ hip hop emergency!!!! this cat needs help writing/ my styles flyer than kites n/ brighter than lights when/ the parties over/ so can that shit/ and leave peacefully b 4 i smash ya shit/ ash ya shit/ no more heat no more smoke/ clean you out like my life/ no more weed no more coke/ :shoot: :shoot: :thefinger :spit: |
Oh My God! Geezy, do any of your lines rhyme --
a think u shud proof-read each line every time -- the way ur goin, ur gona get a bad reputation -- u spend more time on the fuckin animation -- (smilies) your an embaressment to this site, the whole of RB -- disgrace to this industry, when you call yourself an MC -- ive already ripped you in 6 lines, should a carry on -- yep, 1 last thing, ur a good fuck according to Elton John -- |
huck too-u...-spit dis bitch to oblivian-from Birmingham-
rip this ho from his eldoradoe-like a livin son of sam- hand-n-hand....i'm fuckin da freeman wit my dik in Sand- Got the plan?...Run...-I pack a punch that always Lands- Freeman?....more like Busted seman born wit less Meg'd Ram- Brain molecules D'plete'n....if this was Battle...I'd be D'feet'in- Slap-n-Smak turn his Dome like his Avi Scratchin Bak- Free's the Kinda Bitch I spit an whip right inta Back of Cadillacs..... |
Carson, my man, changin names again ta play this game...
Like you, my loss record sucks, but at least I ain't ashamed. Cuz I got backbone, stand up to tha haters, and you can't... Ya spine's weak and brittle, from takin too many backhands. Bitch Slapped literally, till spirit's gone and replaced by a new CarsonJet... Ya tha man of a 1000 names, too bad not one of em's been talented yet. |
Hey born to kill whattup must I Son again?
Im one of 76 to place an L in what's a commom Trend... Need a lendin Hand?... please u kno my rek was 10x better- set-up battle again-this time ya love will get a letta- Wanna start a war?....go ahead Begin-lets see what occurs- First the blood takes place-then vision blur-n-slur of werds- Born remember history repeats-n-event and issues.... I hate to say it but I leave ya Tissue screamin "born we miss you" |
Fuck this nigga name "Born to Kill"
i see ya ass at the pharmacy munchin on birth control pills I come up on ya ass slicin with the Texas chainsaw, u fear only steers and queers come from the land of texas, u fear u probably a fat ass beer drinking hippy, shopping at Sears AND I'LL LEAVE YA PUNK ASS RIDING BULLS IN TEARS |
WHAT UP KID TRYNA SPIT FOR YA KINDAGARTEN CLASS
THIS AINT SHOW AND TELL, I BRING AK'S TO POP YA ASS CARSON DALY, U JUS A FAGGOT ASS WHITE BOY TRYNA BUST A BLACK MAN'S FLOW, THIS AIN'T RIGHT BOY I SEE U STILL PLAYIN IN THE SANDBOX I'M PLAYIN THE STREETS NIGHT TIL DAWN, PUSHIN THE ROCKS |
I'd diss Young Black, but what's the point, he does it for me...
With his weak ass metas, sad punches and lack of vocabulary. So I'll bounce ova to Carson, please, ya memory must be slippin... Like ya rep, cuz don't ya remember, you caught an L from my spittin! Break even, is how things have been so far, and yet... In a rematch, I'd annihilate you, even at ya best, Jet. Weak closer^^^ so lemme elaborate, ya suck like none other... Carson Jet, today's Vanilla Ice, so take that word to ya mother! |
dick face, bitch taste, salutations in ya mouth
my lyrics is dirty kid you would think they come from the south u got all them wins unda ya belt but they only from the newbies, ya game ain't stealth y wont u check a nigga up and gimme a holla cuz ya game ain't wortha nickle, so jus give up the dolla |
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