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Chutney just let me verbalize bluntly/
Your spitting ryhmes sprinked with funk-G/ while the rest of us sound all punk-ly/ Devistaing my mind when you bust-G/ You should be charging us a $$philos-e-fee$$/ Mad props coming from the bounce-digity/ |
I smell an skunk/
as i patroll these threads i stumble apun more chumps/ i know those arent my lyrics you think your biteing/ because my whole crew is like a nest of termites that like fighting/ |
Well since you didn't grasp the concept/
I'll just forgive and forget-n-boost up your rep/ Your the illest lyricist busting out on the net/ You shit is oh so complex leaving me with regrets/ You must win mucho bets, mowing fools down like vietnam vets/ so next time pay special attention and apply in your text's/ |
oh damn, it's the one and only, "bounce-digity"/
wherever he goes, he has everybody sayin, "he better then me"/ if i ever met this guy in real life... i would get his autograph/ but i'll watch my mouth when i ask cuz i know he's strapped/ so before i go, i just wanna leave u with these words/ ur skill is high above me, shit... ur flyin with the birds/ |
B.A.D. R.A.P. my arse, or strap it if you like...(joke)
your lyrics are ill, you kill every emcee in site... steppin in front of B.A.D.R.A.P is like going in front of a moving train... get in the way of his flows and you'll be sure to feel the pain... no matter what his record says, your fuckin with a heavy weight on the mic... he'll but fuck you so hard, you'll be screamin like a dike... so fuck any rapper that tries to diss bout' my homey... cos even if you do that just proves that your phoney... |
damn fiori, don't wanna feel your furry//
cuz I know your quick to kill a berry, and ur ryhmes r so scary// popping all these rappers like cherries// scatering bones like a aztec cematary// I'm bowing donw cuz your the shit, and I'm just a fairy... |
wow man is amazin' the way you astound kids//
when i was a kid I was like "when I grow up I wanna be like Bounce is"// cuz I'm a grimy ass nigga and my mouth is never clean// this nigga bouncedog'z the greatest rapper I ever seen// |
thanks for the props but I'm just a new kid on your block//
everyone running jocking for the phrophet in flocks// dealing mad verses and sick rhymes like a new jack deals rocks// dawg you shit is the tops and bounce is giving you all the props// thanks you for putting me in my place, compared to you we are all a discrase// |
Come on bounce, no need to be modest/
When you step to the mic we all know your the hottest/ Spittin rhymes so hard the crowd feels it in the chest/ While they tell their friends "yo this dude is the best"/ You're on top of this game, like climing mount everest/ Using wack emcees as you personal footrest./ Peace |
man i didnt know people could get so workd
your shit hit hard its like "TITANIC HAS HIT AN ICEBERG"// but truly man you out rap any body in this joint you so sick its like you have sars in ya joints// but you that shit like a mad rappa on speed he gets so hyped up, spits so fast n clean// so get give me a call ill give u a deal so on ya record you can have a "MAD RAPPA" SKEEEELLLZZZ// |
Shit, was that spirit or the HOLY spirit?
The shit he spit transmitted a dope permit Now I'm trippin after he split my mind like The Ring clip With those skillz he'll wear money like equipped chedda dip |
Redlok's...ya spiting like ya mouth is a glock//
Taking aim and bleeding everyone on the block// Your the top, creamier than any... emcee crop// Travel back'n time 2 rock'a spot// Kicking like van dam in time cop// Bounce is but a flop, while your shit seemlessly drops// I have to give it up and credit your props// |
your shit elevates so much it could be filled with yeast
like otha cats try to spit it like you but it takes weaks// are you eating some spinage popeye? cuz got the "greeen tongue" its TIGHT!~~//(greentongue=greenthumb) rapping on cloud nine u cloud fake cats mind with real shit, goals and admirations that loop// these fake cats could never morph-in2 oh shit rappaz delight had nothing on you// cuz dawg you got 2 steps ahead of all da crews |
Elevating my mind nothing but conciet it's plain to see my defeat//
By the hands of the paranormal, spirit the true rapping mogul// Decimating my vocals, innialating the locals, N still picking moco's// Damn if I had spit like-yours, me, nah thats just ab-surd// No way I could hang with the spear-it, everyone know's I fear-it// Listen can't-ya-hear-it, the crowdz chanting spear-it-sprear-it// Mad props from the Bounce, but my true style I'll neva reveal-it// |
this guys full of rhymes, ya know "bouncedoggydog"...
and we all can agree that he's better than "snoop doggy dog"... every rapper that steps to you are sure to get a fright... is your new name sars cos your the illest on this site... muthafuckas are just crazy to say a bad word about bounce... testin him with a mic he'll pop you bitches BLOW... |
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