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"dat's" whack, someone please two way him to tell him to quit i'll put two periods around ya you name and make ya twice the bitch not another technique cause the first one's just an imposter you so weak, you stand behind..... the bottom 20 weak mc roster |
just another one of me but only this one is a herb
bitch got a nerve even though he can't use verbs when i say your wack you should have it stuck to you dunno how u call yourself an emcee but good luck to you sarcasm your not an rv star cuz you babble to much and think your a pimp that talks always tough You get laughed at why because your a joke fuck words i'd rather hit you and get u by the throat I just came here 2 gloat at a herb that can't spit now come up wid some verse that don't do shit |
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God Of War? This wannabe can't even roll with a foot soldier you couldn't bring stiff competition if you kept a strick compoture hit your shoulders with boulder to knock you to your feet you couldn't flow with melody if you was ridin on a beat a pimp who acts tough? i never even spit that shit cocky posture, lol....like you got your shit pushed back bitch! |
BEFORE YOU TRY TO SAY IM WACK FOR BEIN NEW....
i put lyrical death on ya head then choke you with a real neckless still reckless enough to cough on turntables so patrons buy ill technics my skills is restless so i guess this poor hicks on my hit check-list this is a message for your dick: stay outta men's rectums bitch switch the spit and flow, this is dope and if it wasn't than it wouldnt be here, but on the idiot's post above it |
Your coming up with wackshit Your to scared to face me
You will never rap on a mic like there's no1 in your avy what makes u think ur tough with dumbass stretched lines you might aswelll die cuz no1 wanna here your pointless rhymes I'm going pretty light but it's still enough to clown you when i hear ya audio people need 2 hide somewhere sound proof cuz your not a vet you need 2 go back to school n learn the alphabet the bitch don't got a job so he's so stressed from all his debt |
am new but dont think to try and play-me
cuz shot i'll hit ya head N mix ya brains like ya avy aint noting gravy i'll snatch ya av(erx) shot in ya girl belly i'll help drop ya baby im crazy? maybe, but killah love my style to bad you wont be around to see if you lost ya child the fire burnin, the lights on me im an all american in combat, like the army so take it eazy and please believe me cuz the feds gonna find multie mix-tapes like young-geezy |
i'll have ur arms bended lookin like u in a straight jacket
and fate has it i'll break u quick cuz u a late faggot im burnin u like magnifying glasses on top of some ants i be shootin so fast it'll look like im makin u do a dance hittin quick in ur chest put u down and lay u to rest im one of them motherfuckers u dont wanna test i put u under arrest chokin u till ur fuckin back hurts like it says in my sig do u wanna be last or first |
aight i feel that cool,
emcees i pray for them, lose levf get sprayed with pen that'll have you thinking whos fucking with him not no soul on earth, since my heart so fucking cold fuck speaking thru white noies you'll be speaking thru moris-codes ya style is old, diss'in me why take the chance'a? cuz im out here lookin for more like j-low with her ex-dancer or just know that lyricaly im blast'in cuz beef i treat like im lookin for MOORE like a drunk ashton you see my passion, simmiler set-up and they both crash'in not cuz it failed, cuz it made more of an in-pack then punch-line bash'in WHEN WILL YOU LEARN.. |
...I thought your verse was wack when I read it;
So I invented poetic & asked wolverine ta' shred it Not to be mean, he was lookin' intensly obscene I would be too though... forever stuck on ya screen. Rexless, did you mean flexless? Your verse is textless. I dont battle diss, hit or miss I have your coffin labled So i'll take it as a trophy and use it as a coffee table. |
they say the less girls u get the more you soft
so its sad when chicks carry guns just to ward you off (his sig) your lost if you think that you can out-rap this cause the only way youve been slept on is if your the mattress thats it, cause if you aint slept on than your known for wackness and if you diss back than we'll know its cuz this flow surpass his... |
you trash so dont flex, i laugh and floss tech's
if you hit the market then i see why your CASH is COMPLEX you gas off ex's, ya best flow is when ya sweat if you had fame then after this it levft, so hold'in nikes is the only time you'll see check's and i husstle coke, but i'll show you how to make ya neck-strech if i want you wet, then im certinly gonna spray-man cry havoc now, cuz whats coming soon is straight mayham pull out the casket from inside the gray-van cuz this dude next drop, i'll be in the grave-land |
This bitch's rex-less, so he won't eat beef, like carnivores/
Don't need pics or death wish, to expose your art of war/ Only be smoking as death row convicts, that's frying in texas/ You swearin allegience to Bush, is why you're protected/ So hate me now, after killin you, know ya fam's greatly proud/ How I rape ya style, worse than when, Ted Bundy's around/ Wolverine for your avatar?, ya words poor as a mexican peasant/ So much estrogen present, evidence shows, a X-men-legend/ Who think it's so legit to spit, patrol the streets with sick intents/ Sell his ass off as a career, US needs to ban chicks with dicks/ |
X-tortion, this bitch was mis-carried like a fuckin abortion
this dumb ass is confused like he a retard with contortions its a misfortune u fallin like the matrix code in ur avatar i'll smack ya'll then i'll bury ur body alive in my backyard ur raps is worthless somethin like an overweight gymnast every hit and shot u tryin to make always just rims it i be cuttin off ur limbs and makin u flat as the brim of my hat u cant say nothin to that cuz i run around and snap ur back u'll never make it anywhere u'll stay smaller than ants and i'll step on u with my timbs cuz u faker than an implant |
...nigga definately cant be dope... posin to be someone already dead... ...hopin hes good but we already know... he gives X all the head... ...talk about bein confused... ur rv's number one fuckin cross dresser... ...she male transexual... they shouldve never let you in... confesser... ...he says hes a axe murderer of sorts... better off to kill himself... ...ill pull out his brain... put it in his hands and let him feel his health... ...shark hook his cranium... fill his mouth with uranium... its funeral time... ...to say this in a few less words? nigga youll die... |
His flow made in Smithfield, & it still ain't packin the raw/
Sick of 2pac groupies, mad I'm not unstrappin his bra/ This sissy's heart is pocket lint, so why be actin so hard/ Make ya maine focus to home, runnin back to ya MA/ Your punch's lack braun, no 1 listens to ya anecdotes/ Runnin cuz death comin for you, thru cannon smoke/ His reputation's a brain malfunction, lots of sell defects Only reason he holds juice, is mom's welfare checks/ Leave ya like castellano, as forensic units touch chalk/ 607 posts to your profile, over half of them just talk/ |
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