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Shit, this emcee is fresh out of lines,
Like they were crops in the movie Signs, Churn him up into a ball and skewer it in flames, By the time i'm done with you, you'll play in Spcecial Olympic Games, Not gonna waste more lines in cypher, not for the likes of you, Because if to rap is to spit, all you can do is chew |
yo dawg i juz wanna hit one bak at ya
here we go yo meters, u better measure u hip hop skills wif rhymes like dat, u measure at 1 mil not evn, coming up against me compared to me, better celebrate meeting me fresh festivity, but leaving u in misery busting ma flow, unknown conspiricy my rhymes like aliens, "in the know" not knowing which way ma flow gonna hit yo watch it doe, one coming at ya face leave ur sick ass of a discrace, misplaced light weight, i'll drop a "grenade" to elimate u mistake for a primate get ma "boxing kangaroo" to "punch" leave u wif da "dingoes" for lunch peace |
Man you so gay, by the way what ya GIVEN
Im givin you a break you fake so stop livin Your ass needs to stop attendin the prison for pleasure You aint winnin never gone to find brown eye treasure An I see they measure an rate you a flyweight See you a fly *SQUASH* now you aint that great You a discrace thats laced with wack ass tendencies Say what ya want that whack shit it aint offenden me |
Yo wat up Doc, todays the day to get throwned off the dock//
how much is u chargin for u to suck my cock// i'll run up on ya punk ass squeezin my glock// but it won't stop, until my clip is empty// i know u fear me, cuz i spit so quickly...but simply you envy...me...can't stop my shine// so nigga jus close ya blind biatch |
baby fag ill have you running in ~TEARS~ yah sold out like a cheap ~ de beer~ cause your a wansketer am pro so you ~fear~ so if yah to much of a retard i said stay ~clear~ i got no beef with ~you~ just this things am holging trowing at ~you~ your cds, yah moms panties , nad yah ~ shoes~ thier now your dress for ~school~ now dont you feel like the fuck up retard you are ~FOOL~
.....................SiLence.............. lol |
FAcTs baK 2 AttaCk Snap N BRuIse the GaMe,
I'm GoN' HAvE BLING sEeinG more STaRz tHan his WAck *USeRNamE*.. You'Z ThE LamE, BRiNG BanDages 2 Aid Ya ScaRz, EnSlave Ya Bars, I RaPe "MiCs" N i AinT Talkin BoUT Ya AvaTar.. WuT Ya Know HoMey, i ThRow BLoWs N Jump Rap PhOny's, AnD the Person Rhymin Under Me is Jus That, "Below Me".... `1 |
^FACT or FICTION-BLOW ME
Fact* i got bicthes in tha kitchen cooking tha cake up/fiens fienin at ma feet while a skee tha wieght up/ Fiction* Your girls absulotly goegrous, no need for make up/ your a fukking leperchaun the way u always in luck/ Fact* yo girls thinking bout you as tha old prospect//Wen D's Her New Top Pick.. now at tha diner table ma names-a-sensitive Topic// |
ey blankz, im drawin blanks, thinkin that u flow good,
and u dont wanna fuck wit me, but i bet yur hoe would.../ tell tha whoee world, dat saint fuckin fried ya ass, cuz even if u was electric, u cudnt slide dat fast.../ enough to get outta my grasp, outta my aim, u targeted, red bullseye logo under yur name, gon catch bullets like chris carter did.../ but im harder den, daunte, brad j, or cunningham, i scramble man, and i dont shoot BLANKS wit a gun in hand... whut dont u understand, im comin man, u more fulla shit den a plumbers hand, de pump in hand, got u thinkin twice im like a lumberjack axeman, the black man, leave u a bleedin pulpin stump man, i dump mags on dumb fags like ya damn self, u aint no ill terrorist, yur shits lacks blast, u cant even get the talibans help, so just standddddd backkkk.. whoo i went off there on de end..get at me im needin a battle |
Fuck Saint, I'm bout ta' paint a picture...
Envision me flat out plain fuckin ya sista... hey mista, why don't u think of suckin ya fingah'... It's obvious you need some babysittah's ta' sit ya... I'll rip ya... Leave ya lookin like a mugged down Salvation Army bell ringah, or country singah'... I'll tackle you like Milloy mixed wit Sapp... Nail you like Bledsoe as tha quarterback in tha forth quarter if that... I make you dissapear quickah than a David Blain trick goin strong... Click...click...Poof, bitch be gone... Ya rhymes are fake faggot I'll be wishin you had some true hope in those... But for now all tha real rappah's will call u Pinoccio... |
All I really need to say is check his structure, or lack of it...
Long lines, Short lines, structures fucked ya up, lines dont fit... Sayin you can rap quick, your lyin bitch, you cant rap shit... Just quit, retire while your fresh and unknown... Walk away, go home, go back to livin alone... Your lonely coz nobody wants to know you... Everybody sayin J@yHuLL who... He must be full of whackness, but what can you do?... Cant spit anythin new, the worst rapper anyone ever knew... |
That flow was horrible, I mean dude you really should feel ashamed/
I bet it hurts to have no talent man I feel your pain// And to post as many times as you have/ Never get better, shit, it kinda makes me feel bad// But you'll get better one day, well, maybe not/ Messages saying LM is hella weaks still paves the blocks// If u don't me, well, u know me now/ If u take this shit offensive we can go to holy grounds// :thefinger :banghead: :gfy: |
LM, my son, why ya gotta put yourself in this position?
Now ya a target, my bullseye, in this battle of attrition. So I'm droppin ya quicker, than the cliched bad habit... But it's a mercy killing, cuz ya actually think ya Rabbit. And ya ain't, quite far from Eminem and his talent pool... Claimin 'black inside' till he was told ta quit actin a fool. |
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