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ohh shyt...tyme ta O.D lol sike nah
u rhymen nice? shyt i cant-tell// kuz ya bars needa "rise" like "dough" in "bake sells"// i take-sells,while u still g0t ya quarter pound// tryna see money..but i'll see u on da ground// when i clap da tools u'll be "holy"[holey] like "Jesus Christ"// already got a hate vote by Threatz..kuz im Juzt-nice// kouldnt even place a explained reason why he picked da guy// s0 my next call out will be for a good reason// a battle ta merk a ni99a...from da site he'll be leaven// blah |
yo unwritten hazard you better unwrite your post,
me making butter while eatin grilled cheese and toast, you can rap as far as i can throw u, and that aint far so i say fuck u, whilst im here i do the rap dew, rhyming impossible and crazy too |
that rite there waz some of the weakest shit i ever seen/
u like tha rappin version of that guy bean/ 1 slice in ya abdomen guarteed to split ya spleen/ now run along an find a new site/ u bein tite?......shit thatz like garry coleman beatin tyson in a fight/ now get ya mind right an step up ya game/ rappin like u 1 line from overdosin on cocaine/ ill put ya ass in a smaller box tha david blain |
Nigga i'ma have 2 show ya, post in tha cypher
I'ma let you know ya, till you get the picture like your name was kodak, your weak ain't out tha street, cuz you sweet come an peep.. tha game when I spit you couldent be hard, if you was a tit |
aiyyo ghost, do us all a favor and dissappear/
sorry for fuckin up ur verse, didnt mean ta interfere/ so your from texas, maybe instead of tryna battle/ u should put on spurs, and start herdin ur cattle/ untill you get a win under your belt, gain some humility/ you broke like a plummer, come fix my utility/ |
Hard Hitter?
You call that hard hittin? Straight on the mik and spittin, makin no sense, but fuck it, its all been written... I think you should just rest your head in that boxin mitten, Could be a little tight fittin, suffocate but who we kiddin... Talk about "Niggaz" and "Fags" like u a straight up black hetro' Meen-while a dick's vacatin ur ass, pullin out like its stuck up in the metro' Screamin "No No, I aint gonna let go!" Bitch, who u foolin? See a fine ass man you know you droolin' Try hide that erection, rising in the upward direction... Ur ass screwed so many times, u got a leakage infection... Shit all over you, all you want is a man to "rover" you... and cum right inside of you... But you know I aint got an issue with fags... Just men dressin in drags... Hard Hitter, with your poor aim, aint gonna be a spitter... I'll drop you like I ate your insides and dropped the litter... |
none spitin,lame rhymen excuse for an emcee//
catch u in da Uk,squeeze 16 out da 9 till its empty// den pick up da semi,let more led-fly// and leave ya brain all ova boards like a chess-guy// |
If you ain't roastin.. stop free postin
you newbie, rappin like your fruity ya whole verse was gay, not in any way portrayed as a song, lil bitch you like to try on thongs to model, bet you can swallow a bottle this was suppose be towardz dah guy above C_r_e_a_m |
ask u a question do u like hospitalz?.....cause u bout to be a patient/
face it u shouldnt rep texas cause u do nothin but disgrace it/ but u know how it iz niggaz be talkin bout spurz/ but they be playin simz jackin off to them blurz/ gay bitch ass kuniva lil 14 yr old/ nigga ill cover u in paper masshe an turn u into a mold/ im not bluffin so go on an fold/ |
yo
spitin above me is a way ta be merked-s0n// have u in all black at ya funeral,similar to a church-nun// juzt ta match ya casket ya tie can be tannish// but imma juzt keep dis shyt lyrical and have ya ass bannished// fr0m da site-y0,and right now i might-fl0w a wh0le-l0t// and burn u wit lyrics like da desease ya girl-g0t// murder all wh0 cr0ssin my path// beatin ya wit belts like i was ya bi0l0gical dad// s0 d0nt wine when i put it t0-y0u// im s0 crazy,my rhymes p0ke minds like needles in v00d00// slammin like 0nyx,check my ebonics// g0t heads n0ddin like gin and a blunt 0f da chr0nic// im ruthless bitch,u will get hurt// i'll leave u toothless bitch,when i put in w0rk// cover ya face,ya mug i heard iz wicked// im c0men f0r wanna be's and checkin em 0ff fr0m my hit list// |
Yo emcees wait I'm about to purate and creamate the one they call cream/
U-E must got this wanna-be g green with envy cuz beating Countree is a dream/ You can't touch VP, I ain't ever round, I'm always high, Listen to the sound... you die/ Congrats you can spell, but ya goin' non-stop to hell, I do this double time like "Imma Tell"/ WHen you battle, you get "raped" so bad, you'd think your in jail takin' it up the ass/ So don't get mad, Cuz you tea-bag your dad you fag, I'm just VP putting you in the "state of Missouri"/ |
So you think yous a pimp, whatchu smokin?
couldent walk with a limp if ya leg was broken only pimp I know is Too Short, an you ain't form Oakland i'ma have to set ya straight, if I see you in tha county i'm tha type of nigga 2 take ya plate an if you say something nigga i'll shank ya face |
I'll Shake village pimp like N64 rumble packs//
Nise bout to pop off wit a steel humble gat// He ain't no big dogg, village sorta like a tunnel rat// Kid's soft like funnel cakes, can't really rap neither// Got a baby style fever, to young to die - so I - can take his soul like Ether// Grab the heater, the cougar and my 2 nines// Shoot da shottie at villages head just to splatter his mind.. ..Nise.. |
How can you comment that the fucker cant rap?
When your attempt is shit doped with crunch crap... Aint no dick, so you get a dildo on a strap, But you aint got the thrust to bust up the groove, And trust dawg, you really aint nothing to proove, Nothin to lose, so if that was your best shot, If thats all you can say, then peace out homie, this shits too solid to spray... But fuck this shit, damn, I aint much better, You can say I lost my rhimes and my style with each letter, You can say I sound like I'm freestylin off'a gone stale fetta, I can tell your gonna pick up shit bout me bein british, So, lets get it over with now... before the finnish - A female MC, white trash ALBI' Albino, thats right, cus you cant see no - Tan Mother fuckin ho's run up at me like IM THE MAN... Cus fuck it, take pen to paper, wanna measure with me - then book it, Its whatever, whenever, if you can then lets endevor... Cus you can insult me till the end of ever, But i'll still beat your mother fuckin punk ass, Spit it now, I bet it wont last |
Albi ain't even follow the rules and I still barely laughed//
Instead of 6 lines min. this bitch wrote me 3 paragraphs// Tryen to be like Em from 8 mile and dis herself on how she's white trash// Meanwhile her rhymes equivalant to wipen my ass// Someone call the coroner cause I'm snipen'er fast// How bout you just stop rappen and stick to a lady's task...suck a dick trick ..Nise.. |
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