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its fine your one of those corn-rappers/
spit lines get happy and get scorn-after/ no mind but capable to born- laughter/ |
all you spit is a paper thin facad/ always startin shit but can't finish tha job/after i'm thru i'll have sayin woa more den black rob/and to tell da truth this a classic like corn on da cob
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these rhymes be shakey, like Steady Eddie/
watch me cut you up like that Kruger named Freddy/ |
if battling you was a class, I would'nt attend and still pass/
you could'nt affect my ass if your cleats and I was field grass/ |
yo i had a tight ass punchline and wanted ta know if i could jus type it here or should i make a link cuz it was off da dome der it it was tight as fuk
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Looking in my direction, thats a bad decision
Ill leave your face broke up like CB radio reception// |
to face da truth would kill yo confidence/you wanna battle me i thought you had some common sense/fuckin chicks who been burnt mo then incents/and i watch as bitches like get played for battlin wit impotence
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To face me is to step up like a lamb steppin up to the slaughter
still reminden you that your little sisters my daughter |
my flows spurt like veins splatter
got strange manners in this life you forced into dick like an arranged marriage only sayin what your boys and parents taught you to say like trained parrots |
yo you spit weak shit like you was stricken wit muscular dystophy/and to tell the truth you is a homo who been in mo asses the a supository/i'm here so you should give up the ghost/ cause yo punchlines hit bout as hard as a piece of toast
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rub a dub dub if it was jus that easy to feel love
but fuck hugs all i need is some damn bud |
force is a source of a demon, morgue's were corpses uneven../
only come half remorsed of this like mathetical geniuses using one forth of their region../ |
^That Shits More Bump Then Some Zits-and-Warts...
And Your Flows More Confusing Then A Blix-Report// |
When I spit it's a lyrical massacre,
Like a famine in Africa |
Fuckin with me, you betta pack a tool,
or Ill leave u mesmerized like Ja Rule |
You couldn't hold a torch let alone a candle to this//It's all over hang it up don't try to gamble with this
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yo hold da phone cause yo ass is embarrisin yoself/bitch you keep disrespectin the game and i'ma grab da tech
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morefiregangsta-never heard such a wanksta
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i'll be a wanksta when you become a gangsta/man i wish this was oz cause i'd be quik to shank ya/
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thoughts float on by
but cant melt em together why |
You couldn't punch a line, even if you wore rubber gloves/
Disconnect my system cuz ya gettin on my nerves/ |
like eminem said this is the 'Nail' in the coffin/
ya rymes so wack i should call u 'N.O.R.E' cuz u got 'Nothin'// |
it jus a cypher to hype your lyrics blur
ever wonder how great did occur |
nigga yo shit is like a bad hair do/its makin you look like a damn fool/
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u could be a 'pyroteknik' and still not hand-out fire/
and whoever told u u was ill gimme they numba so i can call em a 'Lier'/// |
I seriously can't think of anything to write about Omega,
But one thing I will say is, he's as wack as the Dreamcast by Sega |
haha, just playin dogg
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yo u got skillz but yo levels on a 'Mead'ium//
u couldnt 'rise' above me if u overdosed on 'helium'/// sall good homie |
Omega ain't raw, He's a broken talent which would have no luck...Rapture this savage into tortures, Makin him feel like he's been hit by a truck.
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Im sick of the noise... shadow? the spitter is moist
Shit, i could get the phone number of the bitch in his voice |
haha, i heard one about " boogie man " in a battle rhyme by Masta Ace
" Yea i heard of the boogie man, when i was a YOUTH.. SCARY/ Then i found that he was as fake as the TOOTH FAIRY " but that is not my punchline, i will come up with something else Fightin shadows and boogiemen is like PUNCHIN THE MYST How am i supposed to be afraid of something that DOESNT EXIST |
hey dragon, lokin' at ya avator i can tell that u gay/
u wanna find somethin dope to say,mothafucka i suggest that u pray. |
this is it now you gettin' shut down
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you couldn't spit fire if you was burnin up from da inside out/
and you did i'll play the fd and put dat shit out/ cause nigga i'm dsgb and we don't play/especially wit niggas who is gay |
don't choke and invoke my wrath/
your rhymes stink so bad you need to go take a bath |
roux:
Yo dog dont /bark, u sream when ur alone in the dark it looks like u got a 2 foot nothing Dart, and it aint drop 2 foot for awhile so sux it up chump/ |
free poster...
do you even speak english? pobably not your shit is as cold as mine is hot i'm sick like snot from a runny nose your shits like water comin out of a hose, broken toes and busted eardrums, listen freepost while i shift the gisms fresh like coffee when i come correct get a dictionary and a new set of specs |
breath nigga...
here i come i stnad here lookin down upon ur /shadow, u thinking whos watchin me from the window/ above ur dead ass carkiss,u gonna c alot of NYPD,lookin for clues but known im flowin a 8 mile,freestlye,leaven u in the guter solo/, when im done with u man u gonna be gone like jayz and his blue print cd album, u aint a pure emcee, u wanna be dead scrair crow i'll flow my show over to the shore, walkin upon the death row where i flow, u bitch down, u go wow, u know im just the G-I joe leaven u in intine, but mustly blind, u packaged up toi we dont have time to waste a upon "toys ur'ous" product i'll duc tap ur mouth shut,leave ur slut out on the street to get cut form the bums, who loves fresh meat, u wont meat the standerd of living now soo just take ur ass back to the super market// |
i heard better rhymes in a nursery book
in fact, free, you should have a look mother goose hook you up, you need it dawg cause those rhymes that you spit are like bumps on a log little frog, you sound like one too, does your mamma know she was raisin a fool? |
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