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straight faggits-ive had-it, Grab all ya rymes then wipe my ass wit-it...
you lackin hits and Like a Little Kid- i slapped you, now you cryin Fits... suck this Dick, i know you can-thats wut ya perfession is... blah... |
that was a good rap if your brain dead or just retarded
I'm cold hearted, no one can fuck with me, my flows keep me gaurded I can tell you just started I doubt you will ever get any good at this you know, peice of shit will always be your rap battle status out of everyone, my flows are the biggest and baddest |
Call me ya teacher cause I'm correcting ya flow
You spelled guarded wrong come on dog are you slow Chamelon what is this Mortal Kombat gold thats a girl name you sexuality you must have sold San Diego there is nothing gangsta about about that Now in Baltimore little kids carry gats If they ain't got one then they got bats and swing right through a nigga like you back If they ain't got bats or gats they can box But me I'll put red dots on your face like the chicken pox Rookie go home you don't be long in the rap game And if you right a comeback u must be insane |
this is not it, you are not it, you are not my equal/
so when your battlin somebody behind their back/ don't look stupid,i got pistols and cilps that will quickly end you life sequal/ blow yoe ass away and have your body parts scattered,badder than the space columbia crash in texas/ if i was president i would name texas its own country,and than come over their and whop your ass in baltimore and rename that texas (and start flexin)lol/ yea i am a cowboy,yea nigga i am a texan i rather ryde a horse carrage on 25's nigga then drive an escalade or lexus.... them just some warm up lines say? chamelon i got yoe back homie no double teamin broli |
the way ya whole verse looked, your in desperate need of help/
next time type with "both" hands instead of beattin ya self/ next time share the wealth, look if your in the mood for some/ just REMEMBER KREM'S NAME, i heard he loves swallowing cum/ it doesn't take a rocket sciencetist, to figure this out/ you'd rather ride a horses 25 inch dick, when you saddle then mount/ "if thats what you call it". then go on head, who am i to judge/ i ddin't think nothin of it, when you showed chameleon some love/ |
i swallow the cum, atleast it's from a girl//
fuck man, stop rapping give something else a whirl// talkin about me swallowing the cum// atleast i don't take it up the bum// go do your fuckin mom, cause that's all you can get// cause you can't fuckin spit// that rhyme you just wrote, probly took you hours// and it still sucked, kinda sour// so fuck you gaylord// i don't wanna see your gayass rhymes anymore// |
you dont want to see me, muthafucka beleiave me/
when i spit it's like acid. aiming at ya eyes leave you blind like stevie/ you talk the same talk, "oh god you cant rap"/ you told me and at least 3 other motherfuckas that/ switch up ya flow, pick up ya game you teary eyed hoe/ your skills aint even average, thier basicly below/ what the fuck is a krem, or are you trying to spell cream/ you must have been those speacial students in school, so it seems/ rap is not for you, work on something else my friend/ its only so long krems and fake thugs can pretend/ |
nigga please how can you be an warlord/
i'll whip yoe colored ass into dust/ you talkin about share tha wealth???????????????/ hey krem i think your right he is a gaylord he shouldn't be trust/ his name should be 50 cent because he's loose change in tha ass/ i know i wouldn't know warlord but i bet you really know (that your a pain in tha ass!!!) you shouldn't talk shit r kelly like niggas that like to get poke in tha ass i would bitch slapp you around but krem beat me to your punk ass nigga warlord your flow was wack you better act like saddam and hurry up and dissarm i am tellin yoe ass now you've just been 4warned tic tic tic boom!!!!!!!!! |
uh oh, i think i got gaylord mad//
sorry dawg, don't be sad// don't do nothin stupid, don't go insane// but kinda to late for that, you ain't got no brain// you can't even spell believe// go back to school and achieve// your think your fuckin great don't you ya cocksucker// but everyone agree's you suck, ya mother fucker// stop tryin to rhyme, stop wasting your time// you ain't ever gonna make a dime, with the way that you rhyme// now go get a tissue, and wipe those tears away// sorry for hurtin ya G, i'm sure you'll be okay// |
you call that a flow? I call it your death certificate
to even battle me you'd have to fill a waver out in triplicate so you could come get took by this one man'd syndicate but first your gonna have to practice creativity and style, yeah you lack this I thought you were pretty bad, but it's like you got worse you must of been born with the dreaded inability to rap curse in other words your raps are fuckin lame and to the guy that posts under me I say the very same |
wit you im playin god-moldin you like Plate-O
use a Ugly stick to beat U- Like Jose Cansake-O oh, oyu can say No-But i wont stop juss cuz you say-So in battles id murda you 100 out of 100-thats the RatiO doin the math, you must be Gay comin from San DiegO!!!!!!..... |
See this kid right hea goes by the name of 'K-lowk',
now 'k-lowk' thinks he's a dope emcee but he still 'broke', might aswell call him rabbit cuz when u pass him the mic he always 'choke', damn it aint no 'Joke' u gettin ya ass 'ripped' its like u goin for the 'post' but just gettin 'pipped', spit another verse n trust me it'll get flipped like a pancake n 'fried' ready 4 me to eat n diminish yo 'pride'.... |
dragon, can get draged on, like atms in baber shop wit my mask on/
i'm from a different country so suckin my dick is how u would greet da don,bets belive shells i post em/ u got guns but dumb and don't know how to holst em/ come on son// |
YOU AGAIN FILTHY??? hahaha
Like Vince Carter's vertical *leap// I reign over any emcee-higher-than-the-elevation-*you-need// to beat-me, even if you're Yao Ming..ya wingspan still couldn't *reach-me// Now sit back and relax and watch these common events intact// my punches and *flows-shown the way i got this battle *blown// Rest In Peace Filthy bitch it's so unfortunate ya got hit by Lyrical gangsta spit// when i emptied my lyrical *clip into ya *chest// my lyrics are blessed I tried to test god like I'm testing your *vest// I'll leave you lying on the floor screaming for *breathe// Ya dont have to spit to know ya gonna lose coz ya know the *end is near// like when ya look in a mirror and it says defeat may be closer than it *appears// Before ya checked in they should have told you to *beware// cuz as an MC im really tha one to *fear// NEXT |
run..run boogie man has entered tha room//
thats what ya mom said that nite she caught u steelin perfume// u lil cuzin it dats passed due fo dat hair groom// so how many u want?...1 or 2 fithycal tattoos// should of know dis child was destine ta be a bugga boo// specaily when all dis nigga bugs is dudes// i know black magic's voodo,i was sent to confuse u,.....persue u,.....then abuse ue u// |
wen u look in2 ma eyes
i'l leave u lyrically paralyzed n all that u can do iz fantasize abot da 10 yr old boyz wankin all day gettin in a crew wiv r.kelly n MJ n the ova fing u fantasize about iz bein an mc cuz face it u aint even a wannabe u iz about gangsta as britney spears cuz every1 knos dat Filthy Calibur fears The MC dat no1 can defeat get ready 2 witness mc_killabeats |
mc killinbeats~u can say Fonikz killin' u/
cuz my rhymes infect cerebral~and stick to ya' brain like glue// u can't contest wit' my crew and what we been through/ killinbeats...psh...i'll stop rhymin' and let the instumental kill you |
yo ya verse sound like a couple of famous artist put it together on da shitter/
u da oposite of sucess,1 hit wonder know as quiter/ da taste left from my verse is bitter,u a beer tryin to fuck somebody up when they gone off liquor/ what kinda gun u workin wit? don't matter i'm bigger/ i down fiths to spit da 5th quicka nigga! |
Tha cardinals are wack like ur lyrics im sendin ur ass straight out tha back...Door when u leave i have ur girl screamin westy give me more.she gave me good head then i sent that bitch packin she came back two days later and said westy whats crackin....I replied i'll have u whine time after time now lets finish off this bad ass rhyme.
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i'll hit west in the chest, with 2 shots from the tek/
im the whole fuckin, beach ya ass aint even a spec/ show respect, dont be like kadeeka-boom-dumb/ he flows as bad as shems (Krem), i'll out battle and destroy each one/ the lyrical shogun, will wipe off both of these crumbs/ get they necks spun, geometricly angled out of for-ma-tion/ i call krem a shem, cause thats how transexuals act/ kadeekadumb knows that, by each thrust he feels from the back/ both of yaw cant rap, kadeekadumb ya flow is dreadful/ you sound like you get dusted, trust this, you cant bust worth shit/ krem ya shit is simple ya vocabulary, sounds like a 1st grader/ you couldnt get hot if you was still born,still warm inside an incubater/ you wanna battle now or later, really it dont even matter/ i'll bitchslap both you niggas and make ya teeth a jaw shatter/ realy im just playin here when im up in this bitch/ ya havent seen Vader really spit searious viciouness/ this is just a small sample of what the lord of war can do/ dont believe in my skills fine, set it up in front lines, what ya ass got to loose/ |
-I'll lacerate Warlord's neck with a switchbladed shoe...Spit bullets, I'll demobilize and isolate ya crew.
-Break ya face, Leave ya like 13 Ghost's cover...Beat you down with lyrical scriptures and make another you by ya mother. -It ain't even worth tha rest of my time to rip you...You speak about too much, You boast and you not even lethal. |
skip a rhyme i'll tussle cuz i fight great
your name is right you are a light weight i spit heat your talents only allow you to start sparks how yo called shadow god and afraid of the dark your a mark a punk respond and you'll bomb it this guy still wears breifs wit lamb chops on it |
-Revise ya lines and make sense, Ya style is wack...And if I was scared of tha dark, How come you watchin ya back?
-My name is not Lightweight, That's a caption...This kid is known for being head of tha GF(Gay Faggots) Faction. |
whats this? everyone thinks they a god
u bullshit,ur just anotha faget from OZ u need to elavate ima lightweight but still leave u wrapped up in surgical Gause shadow god u just anotha prick that lost |
next time stay in the house, and keep ya ass at home/
if ya log in by accident just bounce, its better that ya name is not even shown/ ya about as lame as Shadow God, shit maybe even worse/ by the way, blue is not ya color Goddess, ya making niggas eyes hurt/ feel my heat disburst, rippen through ya seanjean shirt/ blind fold you both, light up a cigarette, now who wants to die first? |
garbage what u spit,time and time again//
sippin a hinekin,losen my mind think why u even typin again// fithys rhymin again tellin niccas was up now// u like da twin towers buildin and hearts is fall down// when comin round,drinkin a sobe u suck so just be// another ment to be tragedy,a loser,lost wit no victory// after that i'd get a new idenity// |
i got fifty caliber weaponry, to desimate you and your new identity/
maken you a memory, instantly, your skitsofrinia aint shit to me/ listen to me, time and time i seen you post ya rhymes/ you have over 100 posts but ya skill level is way far behind/ look take ya time, ya manuscript is maken me sick/ i dont need to kick to many bars, your graneades blowin up ya own shit/ |
that was good,but not nice, u just ended ya life//
when caliburs grippin da mic,causin stage frieght fo u it's goodnite// nas need 1 but i'm holdin 2 mics,urs and mine// sorry ta take ya shine,u can't rhyme// 18o somthin post is from da montain i climbed,when destroyin ya lines,partin me but i think somebody needs a new mind// |
Ho you think you can write rhymes, but to me I see no potential//
I'm the kat that got fithycaliburs bitch given me brains to where I'm bout to go mental// I'm sparken for this kids dental wit lead that you don't see in a pencil// His flows crudential, kid just take'em back// (Looks to Warlord) Nah, Warlord his skill level ain't far behind they just plain wack// His game slacks, his dad fudge packs// I'm throwen rock fists, while this bitch pitches mud slaps// My Gloc?, it huggs back// Da shells?, can't duck that, cause Merazh sharp at what he buck at// I'm similar to gangsta, while this bitch is a rugrat// a dumb bat waiten to get his sights back...cause this kat don't see who he's fucken wit// The ill type spit is what I'm strucken wit// I'll bring a FILTHY CALIBUR piece while cap guns is what he's gunnen wit// You do a run and get... hit... while I do hit and runs// I'll gun for this bitch and rip clipse threw his first born son// Got this faggot screamen for mercy and his cracked head mom// This bitch spits cum.... and dicks are the only thing he beats on// Mics I speak on....while this bitch shouldn't even speak// And how you gonna be real in my game when you cheat and peak in a simple one of "Hide'n'seek"? ...oh......a-ight Razh |
What The Fuck Was That? U'r Wack//
Give It Up Dude U Can't Rap// -OuT- |
ur tryin 2 get out of this like a negotiator
on the bottom of this shit jus like a denominator jus face it u aint got flow cuz u iz a light weight n it shows if we were albums u'd be vannila ice n i'd b the eminem show shady records ha shady wud neva sign u up so jus sit bak n let ma rhymes fuk u up jus face it ur rap carrer iz ova i shot thru it wit more power than a revolver n az for artificial intelligance i'l make ya luk dumb man u cudnt even work out a basic mathmatic sum remember the name mc_killabeats the name of the mc u'l neva defeat |
killin beats? more like killin peeps with those fungul feet
spreading to your mouth and makin your rap weak new name is slappy cause youre about to shrink drop below my knees and get a mouth shot haha *wink wink* motion to the right knock ya to the left knock you around till you think you have breasts leave you like a lungs last breath take crystal meth rub it on your chest call vicks and say i found you dead like lead your stiff as bricks with cement around it treat you like a bitch and leave the dildo mounted straight up faggot punishment from the capitol shit even bush would line up for this push tri lateral |
*dead like lead*
Spit a metaphor that actually makes sense you can't move through this my rhymes is to dense defense is useless i snap back with quick reaction you have no friends people on the net are your only social interaction mess with me death will knock down ya door and will make make you see a permanent night you had to change your whole identity just so your wack ass could sneak on this site |
knock down my door and permanent night
you little motherfucker we'll see who sleeps tight think this website is my only speech right ive been down on more stages than your dad in cages ive written more pages than youve seen faces ill battle your ass any time on this sea of races come out in places you didnt imagine were created your script was weak, uncontrolled in seek of somthin better and higher some flavor of the week anytime you wanna throw down slap that fuckin thread down and ill tare your ass a new hole for a tidier flow to round |
i cant pronounce your name but i can prounounce your whack
when your skill is non existent like johny kruks nut sack you crack baby never been kissed by a lady yo mamma said you ugly - AND THAT BITCH GOT SCABIES! |
you stupid bastard that flow was complete wackness
a couple mini bars compared to this undefeated mastiff unretread the last kid, they found him shoved in a basket with his pen through his mouth like some sort of faggot now youre here spittin this bullshit with that angle youd think you had a mullet, cut off sleeves holy jeans and mean look posin baseball bat and chain, cousin firmly gropin while you beat up dem dare niggers with your breath and free postin |
its unincourgable, this massive mastiff fetish you have
shoved it in his basket, then gave reacharound a grab i'll stab ya with sound waves have you bleedin from the ear lyrical guns shattar ear drums, while my glare seeds fear while you drink a beer, look at the pot belly you're formin thought you was a fighter, now ya cookin like george forman with the grease basket underneath, and what seeps is you cuz you the nastiest rapper, is that a compliment? no fool. |
caught up in the moment with your flowin emotion
you seem to be glowin thinkin you won with bows throwin that little verse was complimentary at best cause haters hate talent, some sentimental assets youre lyrical gun retracts it, jammed bar and blew back it jaw line shattered, mangled dreams attached it |
ya whole styles garbage it needs to be thrown away
windy city? prepared to get blown away call me mr. winter cuz i get cold stop battlin and keepin making music for 10 year olds you walk like you tight but everything about you is fragmented hype that's why your mom has to write everything you post on this site i can't stand ya claimin chi town when you was raised in montana i battle you anywhere just give me the time of day i'll stick a dildo in your mouth till your voice box pops out and your teeth rot away |
u from the box behind k-Mart?/
ur a homeless bum u fukin retard/ ur offline now but i'll wait till u return/ just read my lyrics and u will learn/ to be the best u gotta ball with the best/ dont go where u shouldnt or u'll get a knife stuk in ya chest/ it's faggot ass bitches like u that fuk this world up/ u take ur boyfriend and ram him up the butt |
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