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Finally you come decent.......
First off its BOSTON not bosten you illiterate fuck....... ima have you dead and still like ya screen is froze and stuck for some reason you think you got skillz get ya mind right please..... cuz da way you post long ass verses i shld charge you overdraft fees... i'll murder you fam kill my self then tortue you in hell for eternity then when you reserect have my peole kill ya birth mom durin maternity creativity is what you yearn for kidd peep my lyrical intent my flow is like child supprot if you dont pay ya life is my garnishment my structure is off but it still flows wit promise your liked on Rv like when nas put out nastradamus.. :thefinger double fuck you ransum i wouldnt grant god a figure kidnapp you like they did mitchs lil bro and send back ya finger(paid in full) ima call this a holiday of an ass woopin like what de la hoya will incounter your only worth 99 cents kidd you not worth my penny on the counter... keep talkin greasy you know a battle is only to cum..... ill make sure your dead and X'd like they did Malcom.... fuck off lil one befoe i mash you out get ya shit together before you post against me bitch, befoe i pay you off Ransum............ |
what's the outcome? you in a casket, slashed in a dirt case appointed king of the hill ever since I've mastered the earth race came back to the planet and snatched a mechanics tool from the side of his holster and burned every individual living like bread on high in the toaster No wonder whenever you have a show they put you to the side of the poster nobody sees cuz you wouldn't "sell out" being fucking live in their culture! go back to rhyming words and putting ( - ) <-- these dashes betweeen it like it's going save your wack ass from surviving the vultures!!!!! i went in a convience store, naked and dabbled a few hands robbed the owner with a frozen sausage i grabbed from his foodstand! you fucking douchebags couldn't be on the level that I'm at if you went to Heaven and asked God to push the Bezel of timeback! hitchhiked a ride from a caravan that had a tire with no air so I stuck a knive in his whole spare and left it WITH FIVE FLATS! I'm back, 3 piece suit and a novelty sized hat from most of these wise acts, loosing their touch to make me depise rap |
lookin at faces of war until the both of my eyes crack hiding from the secrets of societys prized traps alot of rappers in here just like to defy facts and spit about garbage in the hopes to be live cats I guess you can say the rest of them stay to become deep in their retched lies until that podium falls down and theirs nothing left but to testify it's either that or sit in that metal chair all electrified from the shocks of million bolts hitting your flesh alive! until you come out of that blaze with a body so extra fried to the degree of pain forcing it'self from the pressure drive It's a gamblin' life you have to handle and fight What I say is truth but for the people that don't understand it kind've seems like I'm rambling right? I don't blame you, I'm at a certain age where I've grown pass it Sitting in a room with posters of cd's and old classics The higher class citizen view on hiphop is so flacid Piracys alive and causes records to go plastic! - sorry, had to drop two pieces...have so much writing in me. |
ransum... why not?
i got a lil name, so i expect that some cats might hate but don't play yourself, even rv thinks you're a light weight another name on the list of dudes i ran thru, nah fuck it, forget em joke about my poetry all you want but i bet that you read em and if u weren't a complete ass maybe you might even like it if you take a couple english courses to fix your grammer man, you might even try it and instead of carrying yourself as a dick, you might even hide it then drop something claiming that you're the shit and someone might even buy it... |
chip's is something you need in life
and from the look of this, u wouldnt be half of me if you lived life twice you not nice so dont think we hate'in but when i engage my bullets u'll get drop single like u didnt want to be date'in stop fake'in aint nobody impress with ya skills you wouldnt be on top if the number 1 spot was something to build act like you real an face off with my steel that'll chip ya flesh off and left for the dogs to meal for-real lets think about what you acomplish so far in here? u always need extension like hair and still couldnt have a shot with rum and a beer you dumb as fuck what 2 idiots fuck and made you if it was a dear they should of played you, where ya grandparent ran in and told them to behave u to hes a lame dude, from the rich kids who think they gangsta with color stain shoes you couldnt stop me in my act if you pictured of my brain view when it comes to dumbnest he the only one who has it cuz he wanted to toss gang sign up so bad, he took sign lanuage class..... MOTHER FUCKAH you gotta be stupid from trying to come at me.... stay in ya place little man.... you not fucking with me.. |
i roll haters up like mary j, then put there seeds(kids)/
under dirt like i was growin' more weed/ 17 out the don city, hardcore, i get it honestly/ worth so much till harmin' me a get'chu charged for larsony/ partin' me i (w)rap tighter than a cd's plastic cover/ get old and young groupies, so you can ask your daughter or mother/ about how i get down back stage, get paid/ and put the cock so far up in 'em, it be pokin' out there ribcage/ i'm inraged but somehow this keystyle is an outrage/ roll on your block and leave spots emply(baldspot) like an inside out fade/ so i suggest you get'cha cake and your lyrical taste up/ cuz half this verses LINES prolly went over your HEAD like JD's shape up/ but i can only blame mainstream hiphop on the radio/ but lyricism is back so i had to let' 'em know/ STAMP. |
oh snap,i aint know this was a diss cypher, well its on,
cannabars, i'm like the number2 get it? above ur name/ or the S***, but i'll PISS you off & get'chu pissed on ain't nobody as lame/ unless i'm talkin' bout chips, i'll get'chu LAID(lays) like FRITO's, man/ but not sex unless i sale ur lil ass to mike jackson, you'd be COOL on the RANCH/(dorito's) cannnabars is the type to go to jail with a plan/ dude prolly earned his name by takin' bars(dicks) in the can(cell)/ and with a name like ransum it'll make prison fags call you handsome/ earned ur name too, cuz when it comes to cocks, in ur ass they've ran some/ all up and thru it, you'd suck 'em off at random/ and when it came to jobs you'd hand them(handjobs)/ and far as rizo bein' a god! homie please/ all you got in common wit' it is every night you make men get on there knees/ but they ain't prayin' for forgiveness, i just ripped this/ so holla back for a real battle, let me end this. |
you not readyf or real battles,
cuz punches i'll lay you on the floor like my shadow i read ya piece of shit verse and it gave me a hunch kid that u a homo... since all you had was gay-punches you know alot about being gay, shit.. not even god can get you saved best to prep ya grave....cuz i'll have you jump in-it like you wanted to be layd ya rap skills like a fat-man jumping rope... you'll only go but so far wanted to be rolling on dub's...so i ran him ova with 20 inch rims in a stolen car quit stooling par, u'll soon run out of bars like escapeing feloney's but run into my automatic thats playing your tune and melady peep said you was aight! but ya NOT... SO Fuck what they was telling me you did noting but show us u'r old school like playing jeperdy playing why step to me?, should of keep ya mouth shut about a ransum i'll blam'em choping him up and can'em, an have ya moms crying like..you should of RAN-SON... MOTHER FUCKAH.... KEEP MY NAME OUTTA YA MOUTH AND BARS BEFORE WE'LL NEED a WHOLE HOSPITOL TEAM TO COUNT YA SCARS....BITCH... |
much respect. but do you wanna battle in the frontlines? this should be good. @ ransum
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word much respect kid i dig ya verse ya not that bad...
so yea go ahead and set up a battle this should be intresting... |
That shit aint gon be intresting... why? I've awready seen tha bitch in him
And You to, Tha Whole Site I see tha bitch in them And I heard you was gay how you runnin wit ya bitches man Chosen tha Prince is rippin him, I am Sin battle? aint no chance of you rippin him |
young sin, sendin' some sucker shit, she soft,bummy bitch bluffin' it
whats up wit' this, thinkin' that, this thoroughbred ain't up on it young sin is a whore in my mind check dudes profile, why you puttin' racy pics of your momma online/ yeah she fine right there/ spreadin' her legs tryna let her puss collect the nut that i left on her chair/ you a sick fag the kind to watch me do her, hiding under the stairs/ peakin' around the corner youngin' tryna get him a stare/ i would lyrically leave your ass bare, but'chu can't bare it/ so youngin' i'm a just leave it right there. |
Yea Don Got Punchlines Yea tha Boy Goes~Off
But Check His Record aint I tha One Tha Dealt You Ya First Lost???????????????? Nuff Said hahahaha |
no need for effort agenist this useless peasent
young sin, is living proof that pass retarts can effect the present i deflick ya weak punches and sending back with hay-makers if my finger tips was pussys and he push the keys he still couldnt rape-us this rookie wack trash garbage all balled in one, ya soft so when the 4 put a hole in one i aint playing golf..... mother fuckah.... |
I dont see why MC's are dissin' wit horrible submission....
Not realizing they are gettin' torn from there own diss'n... I'm just pissin' myself laughin' at these clowns, I got to pee now... When I get back maybe they'll stop droppin those lines so Senial.... |
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