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Ecko's Back For Torture.............You Must Have Missed Me Cuz My Lyrics Left This Fag 'LOOSE'....Like Bra-Less Titties Ya Flows Arent Just Harmless...............They Diaper Shitty And To Tell Da Truth, I've Heard Better Rhymes From 50! & 50 Cent Is Garbage! |
Ackrite go take ur Face for a Full-Shit
Ugly Ass Face and all u talk is Bull-Shit Dont attempt audio u'll prolly sound like Britney-Spears Ull get Shown-up u look like a model Queer that just Frown-up and got fucked in the Rear Ur a gangster? U probly a rich Model in real Life Got a set marriage soon u'll be a Wife So stop actin and take the Dread-Locks out-ur Hair-Do Or ill give u a reason to say The Dead-stalked n Scared-You |
ya soft and quiet, its hard to hear d eckos
i rip this kid right from the spleen to shelltoes ya mics special made for no talent ass clowns see me in an alley you aint got the time to back down and i dont shoot piece, i murder wit words wit fervor at herbs, thats ill?, the whole verse was absurd! |
why you up in here i own this sectore
i see you name i but im the hanbal lectore i one verse ill eat you up, chump you'll be gon till the next time i take a dump see my only rule is ill go intensce or i'll be like you and in one punch only the kid from sixth scenths will be seeing you see i make emcee decease as i feast on what they got for skill at least release the lryical beast i call big e the king of the east. |
Dis Nigga Ecko Insultin A Guy?? Damn I Knew You Was Queer Beatin Me You Cant Do Even If I Gave You 'O-5' Like Dis Year! Its Sad Kid...I Killed You Right There^....While Cannibal Waits To Be 'Eaten Alive Wit Bars'.......Like Life Threatening Jail Bate Then Ebonicz Tried His Luck, Nigga You Dyin When Heat Bucks & Sends You 'Straight To Hell'.....Like A Fag On Da Devils Butt! Its Dat Simple... |
what you think you doing why you testing G i got lyrical genius just infecting me see im invincible. my style unconvincible either your me and u spiting it or you incenifigant see im on top the game Like 50 cent cause Gay-unit all got there genders bent reason for edit: the centre was in rightin and wasn't centerd |
your style is unmatched, or more like not hatched
i mean its a simple fact.. recs 1-4..ure more then a quarter wack sportin that..!!!, holy crap get ya head on straight cuz ill grill ya cheesy text, so for once you can be grate . not worth 6 |
quit telling lies how.... I've seen better DAZ (days)
you can write wack verses NBA (and be a) gay face it,,, not only are you wack, you ignored like a stray meh can't think of a fourth line and fuck you! all ya'll. j/p |
hmm, aight
. 3 lines, n ya on my jock comin with some plain ass vocab..? a legend turned poetry buff, hahaha this lames passed rehab try to get a play of my name.? here ill lend a hand my freind im not ice cream but your still haggen dazs on the damn ends well there, i roasted ya off my own nameplay... wit werdplay n how you gonna kno whats behind closed doors ....................................when ya not aloud in the doorway . |
I was expecting a wack response. My wish came true
an event of lyrical murder,,, no one would blame you hoe.....your lyrics being dope is like water being dry beating you is about as hard as getting 1/4 of 1/4 of a pie heh............................................... ............. |
i knew you were waiting paitiently to reply
i mean i own you, AND gave you ya name...'dont lie' i'll mention, you couldnt hack it gettin dissed as a legend asked for a sophisticated name, so macca was a lesson |
"Dissed as a -Legend-"Daz U Couldnt Even Make It It Under That Category
Cuz U Couldnt Live long Enuff To Tell Da Press Da After-Story Dont Even Try to Diss U Make No Sense Like A Baby Tryin To Talk Leave Ya Azz With No Elbowz n No kneecaps,So Demonstrate How A -Crippled- nigga Could Walk :thefinger |
Talkin texas this bitch is reppin trucks...
A whole half inch suspension an mad 2" hubs... Chose the plastic in the place of chrome its cheaper... Broke on the sidewalk lookin for hand outs till he meets my 4mm... If style were lyrics you'd be dressed in rags, cos ya shit is whack... A loada lyricall lillies thrown, none hard enough to hit, smokin crack... If I could keep my shit simple i'd give it to ya that way... But for now I'll leave ya guessin an come back to finish ya another day... |
riddle you tried to kill ghost talkin about him poor on a sidewalk and your 4mm//
dude u r not much better cuz u the one on the sidewalk readin the parkin meter// he might rep texas what u rep the corner state of oregon// u like a line in your verses body an unpayed attention to organ// no hate, im cypherin so i have to kill yo ass on the internet...u liver(the organ)// got this dude shook^ like a "cold" bitch now lyrical scared wit a writer's shiver// 6 lines off the dome all fun |
Ok... so whos going to tell me why this kids slept on~
I cant figure it out... prolly cuz he the type i step on~ My flows quick... like rounds from a fully automatic weap-on~ Told you not to stop... you coulda just kept-on~ But you thought you was tight... you thought you could write~ All i know about this cat is he seem the type to bite~ Kind of like the way i had his girl last night~ Come at me... i already mastered this verbal fight~ They telling me that im always beating niggas up like ali~ I FLOW like a butterfly... and my punches sting like a bee~ The trick is that i keep on moving quickly~ This nigga pulling tricks out like a gypsy~ So who are you nigga... to try and see-me~ :flipoff: |
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