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Watch my come bac..........
Yo lyrics are lyke a stench I hate ta smell it's worst than dog shit matter fact it smells lyke a mildew stain on a carpet Damn Super I didn't know lyrics could be so garbage go wash yo mouth out wit Listeren I might be a betta target yeah jess havin a lil funny yo Super nice drop bra......keep doin yo damn thimg |
your unknown and so is the source of your rhymes,
cuz your girls are pennies compaered to my dimes, come in this diss cypher, shouldnt have done that, even when you jack off you aint got a better come bak, |
Yo bra dem rhymes sound throwbac
u sound lyke a stray tryin ta fuk wit an alley cat but I see,dat u lyke most cookies soft in tha middle so I know dat u a pussy oreo wah chu know about this beef shit obviously nothin cuz u got cavaties from suckin on my sweetdick |
sorry bro your shit is limp,
i caint suk your dik, why cuz im allergic to shrimp |
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lol dats tight..........watch dis
Oreo u a stand up guy but I ain't eva meet a nigga who rap style wuz ta lie an u a good one cuz I almost fell fo it ashy ass niccas u remind me of a blaque board |
i dont even feel like spittin let alone dissin but fuck it this a free-post/
tha unknown gots a weak-flow i would say u "suck" but its more like u "deep-throat"/ u could battle me once and still get a double L just like ya sig. ur wack/ tha unknown's unknown and if u start shit ill keep it like that/ |
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go ask treatment from god when i make it ya death day i bet you da type to respect hate u get ya chest ate when da tek spray garanteed to make ya vest break get slayed da worsed when you go against great sex aint da only way you fucked if you spend time to plot on my ways-n-such when da .38 start to bust then you way out of luck its not game you playin' for what? givin' birth to wack shit you stayin' a slut i'm like a dog to a cat you scared as a rat and still giv me dat wen i come up u sayin wat up! better keep investigators to find out when i'm a run up behind you to slice ya bodyparts when liquid swords strike to get you departed from cuts |
all i do is make fear fake shake-spear .....keep it real
when i appear you better disapear are we crystal clear? cus if its not you gettin shot what'll happen is i'm gon pop da 4/5th or pistol glock these aint jus rhymes or dat i glorify guns i keep them stored inside da trunk time after time i blow my nine's at one's who actin' like a punk you is vaginal-hearted attackin' like a cunt |
Trenton... New Jersey... Home of this fag...
Quick to lick dick then to take that up his ass... He's not on my level... Kid ain't got punches... Feel the burn when I fire like you did crunches... Yo hola ho yo a vato-rican... With gay men you creepin'... Yo holla when the beef end... Then get served by teh devil's heethen. |
its all good fam...!
I stay sprayin wacks dat be ryhmin like crap, want ya hits ta take off..? tape yaself to a rocket
You aint eva dropping hot shit, You spit Straight crack like what lines ya back pockets…! |
Based off what u said, u should be sparyin yourself
thats jus a dose of reality, for the sake of ya health ya face, i'm makin it melt...u cant handle the heat your sorry ass would collapse if u were 2 stand in the street it's crazy the way u gittin sunned...ya shit's ruptured i'll kill u, jus cuz i'm fucked up--sorta like ya structure |
lmao..i can't bring myself to diss fam harshly...!
Lol..,that took me 5 sec, but this took me 10 . Fuck the rest, Ya Death Is Immenent, And I’ll Finish It, And Send You Braggin To Hell Livin in a cell..? Ya Flow Wouldn't Stick With Me, If You Glued It, Then Added some Gel It’s a fact You Stay Under Me Like Rats or moles, Live In holes in The calt Streets Ya dead meat,You only Manage To Lock The Task Of Beatin Me,hittin Ctrl+Alt+Delete . You can’t compete yet kwell |
Your moms a villige Bicycle She getz Rode every Day.
If You wanna be like her damn u must be Gay. You try to rhyme but half the time u spit like shit. Juss Go ahead and be like jayz and juss quit. |
you cant be r rated cuz ur mom dont let you see r rated films bitch get out
you aint loved or felt in the east so that is why you headin to tha south you may make the hood hop but fo sho yo ass can be stopped you cant rap you gettin in the way get out of my way or you'll get popped. |
I Drop Bombs on ur town so go gaurd ur truck
if u blow it up u kno i wont be givein a fuck go ahead and try to run and ill pull out my gun then ill pop a couple capz in ya ass and ull be done after ur dead ill be throwin a party AND be dancin around ur body sippin bacardi all my freindz got my back and we got this place locked down theur from the burbs and their the best around that all i got to say so i'm out for good and if u dont like my comeback ill drop another bomb on ur hood |
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this guy needs :help: inside hes crying uncle
his flow goes on when ever his mindstates on when he steps on stage he buckles unda the pressure he's good for a chuckle his mom still tucks him in He's been on here longer than any of us and still ain't got no wins I apologize in advance 4 my skeptisism this hick tips back his chin 4 the jism & still wakes up the next day bent over in prison I aint here just to chew you dude You don't even have the slightest clue do you Maybe forgot who you are & waht you stand 4 looking in puddles tryin to muzzle up an answer I don't know why i'm here cuz I have nothing to prove I just dont give a shit & I have nothing to lose PEACE |
your shit is whack,
the cops should put a warrent out fo that, your flow is settle like a calm ocean, you were rappin? i thought you were freepostin!! |
lmao, ya'll skipped me..!
,..ain't koo wit dat...! . Ive seen this cats portfolio, all poor ass wins wit no flow, its like I rap a hoe to go..! Why you spit slow cuz ya rhymes bore us yo …...com’on who can’t dunk an oreo..? Fuck the rest, Ya Death Is Immenent, And I’ll Finish It, And Send You Braggin To Hell Livin in a cell..? Ya Flow Wouldn't Stick With Me, If You Glued It, Then Added some Gel It’s a fact You Stay Under Me Like Rats or moles, Live In holes in The calt Streets Ya malt meat, Only Way You Can Manage To Lock The Task Of Beatin Me Is Ctrl+Alt+Delete ill mimic panda’s n go BOOOO, if ya CREW say you got mad multi’s it ain’t FUCKIN TRUE, ya styles old NEWS no1 likes one DUDE…! Thats why im throwin catch TWENTY-TWO’s,(22’s) . . Haha…im waiting 4 one-man band to show his text round these multi parts..! |
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thats right i'm not on ya level i'm way above u betta hide in ya cacoon before i spray a slug i lick shots u get popped in ya ass gloc clips cocked back got yo shit on smash i dont spit punches but i'll put a jab to ya gut have u spittin vomit in bunches while i celebrate smokin slabs of dat skunk my flow is coke spittin' dope but da crack's on ya tung u out of ya cranium son when u at TOYS R US is da only time u play wit a gun |
Trent:
Forget multies this kid can't even master a simple flow You hold no punches so i'll take him out in a single blow My dimensions concieve ill punches, while his got downs There is only one blood"sucker", so ya flow never "Counts" I'm producin flavour, leavin victims dead cold like ice cream Kids perverted, so winnin for you is just a "wild" dream ...Blah!... |
Verbal phenom, I pull out my lines you be runnin when i get em'
Dont sweat em, Niga start shit wiht you, yo mommma would let him, I am at the top if the line, You done at the end of time, I dissed your ass with a dime, and with my very first Line!! Peace |
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:laugh2: Shake-Spear, lyrical style is a free-post I heard yo deepthroat, is incock-gnito weak flow, man what is you a hero ya speak slow, but yo first name ain't William dow' ya rhymes slack, like a broke man on crack damn dawg yo breath still wreaks of sima-lac you battle bac, an I'll declare tha definition of wack to battle or not to battle, dat be tha question blaque *Weak-Flow meta4 fo a Weak-Floor* |
Yo name is hard Log but, wah tha fuk r u
softer than, Charmins bathroom tissue tha way u rhyme dawg, I swear it third bar yo lyrics need to come faster like a fast car a stick an move thing, not a ummm wait game now Vebal shit was sweet, but urs was str8 sour battlin me, I swear to god u'll get devored |
unknown man, moaning cos he got taosted in post
shoulda give thanks his roastin was more mellow than most i show no mercy, to this clit-or-a-G* your flow straight shitty your rhymes beyond unpretty, they Superugly, arch the lovely, come to plug thee wit kisses from slugs see, ameteur flows bug me step up your thug, G alleviate your game, earn u a name level 2 your brain, cos right now, your rhymes all sound the same *double meaning* clitoris + G = clitroraG, or clit[oris] or a G |
this cats a newb, he got no right dissin others//
ive seen more "punches" commin from his stepfather//* he's a brit 2, wut is it wit brits thinkin they can rap// go back, git ur red coat on, boy u can never tap// a true femcee with the skillz like me// so, 4 ur own sake, git ur ass up n leave// rappin aint 4 u, go play crocket// next 1 up, go on and dis me, lemme hear wut u gotta say . . . . it sucked, but w/e. not like its a real battle anyways |
you guys droppin fucking verses hah.
stick ur head between ur legs n kiss ur ass goodbye i'd say can ur dick touch ur asshole but u'd prolly try so fuck the bitch above me aint no point of clowning skill levels drowning, had 100 people an still counting . cant believe people actually waste their time in here |
spit wack like that...n claim you can rip people?..
your shits less elevated than a spireless steeple.. names mane...coz you jus an itch to the jungle kings.. you barely born,braging, but 50 posts and still no wins?.. |
battle thread closed so ima rip you here.
. kids a cocky lil bitch - and theres an issue to settle .the only thing as big as his ego - is his estrogen level talk about posts - kids soon to be ghost - thats fine and u'd be nice - if u stopped regurgitatin mane lines |
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don't be mad cus to u my flow is complicated envy and jealousy dont get to me your another one to hate it real niggas know this so you can blow this dick i'm gifted in whatever chosen art i gotta frozen heart plus da flow is sick you see you is a pussy dat conceive ill maggets suckin' off dogs hog-spittin' cum...what that make you....a ill fagget so what i wanna know....how is you producin' flavor off death when i shoot you you'll be tastin' bullets bustin' off teks |
This cat is so complicated he just confused himself
He would be the most hated album on the shelf Thank god it will never happen, he sucks at rappin He'll end up drug dealing, shooting, and kidnappin Shit you won't shoot a pile of shit with a water gun Your too soft to ever try and slaughter, son Maggets in a pussy, shit you a faggot and a wussie Next cat come on and diss me, but don't push me |
Meteors hitting the floor like he fell from the sky~
Hit the dirt to early now he watching me fly-by~ In his sig hes crying... i must make it~ Im holding your skull in my hands... i must break-it~ |
Flow 2 crazy, shit his Flows 2 wack for words
Matter of fact...His shits to wack for Herbs Thats Word..Damn right bitch I said it And ya skills is not ill...so theres no reason 2 regret it On this cypher you're the butt of every joke ...Not to mention the same butt every fagget wants 2 poke |
don't you know, homo jokes are played out?
me on your level? i'd have to be layed out.. |
aight look...
this bitch must not have 'in-vision'ed his own death, cus here it is i suppose this motha fucka just aint cut out for life in this biz talkin shit about otha peoples rhymes, at least they rock tha mic oh what am i sayin... you tha bomb playa!.......... SIKE crazy ass nigga only wins battles cause he rides cocks bitch i hope ya feelin these rhymes from ya cap all the way to ya smelly socks now i know this is just cypher, but beleive me ya shits played i want you to in-vision your body in tha grave and the dirt bein layed this is shit that you can bring to the bank, you know im right nigga you can try to respond but fall short try as you might dont talk shit wit ya cant back up lyricaly, smashin on newbies? ya aint nothin but a bully, but ya just got smacked up, hope ya understand fully lol maybe i should have used this as a battle verse |
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i'm bout to bury you underground fuk a hearse in order to hate suttin u gotta love it first you aint from around my way....thank god for that i straight spray ya face....u dont want da glock to clap when i cok it back i got many ways to get paid u probably got to rap |
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haha, your hillarious, the BIG in your name cause your as heavy as drew carey is.. newb basher? your scary kid..prolly uses archeoligst to write his rhymes, cause i buried his.. |
pappa if you want a piece,I'll be in elevated, don't write a response..
I'll sock fags and little children just so i can fight what he wants.. |
motherfucker shut your trap
this a full scale rap attack n you my slave gettin whipped on your back so fuck lyrics, these texts gotchu loosin yo vision i could carry on merkin u, or whore u too some whiteboy, its yo decision im on a one man mission to destroy n merk an your rhymes are as senseless as lil wayne or turk! |
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This kids Asthmatic.. u can't handle smoke, spit flames like ur candle broke Think da kid is big U comin up shorter than elves representing a sandle show |
Muthafucka talkin bout elves n dwarfs
he got ass on his mind like Mr Wor'f's Im gonna leave ya ass stressin like u was in a pressure cooker and tell everyone that u'ze really a transvestite midget hooker with rollerz up in that cabage patch kid lookin hair prolly kissin yo lil cousin in the booth at the state fair whatever u spit Jokah it dont make a bit o' sense fore u talk shit, wipe n take some time to rinse cuz u aint a Jokah u'ze a retard in remedial gym classes i guess its my turn to get ripped by yall's funky asses... |
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