yes king, think u the best thing?i murk wit bars.
il punch u n make ma hand brake like turnin cars
the first with bars who will never stop, clever cloggs
my lines are sweet, u not even a jelly tott
il let ur belly rott, the force that i hit this poor twat
so its only fair i walk all ova u and treat u like a door,mat.

first of lets start by saying your lines aint sweat they sour like a lemon drink
who do you think you are dropping shit like that, fuck off your lines stink
and who ya calling a door mat homie, surely not me
im real, you just a fake ass emcee thats desperate to be like me
those bars were whack, so poorly put together they were hard to follow
listen ill help you, if you want ill write you a couple bars you can borrow

Whats with this guy above? oh well, give em credit for talking thug and busting led.
and for still remembering D-block... that I cracked over his fucking head.


Meh, had more but didn't want to waiste them here. lol.

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wow.....






i hate this thread now

You read my mind this thread makes me vomit.

oh shit, whats been good ill G? Yeah, RV is basically at its lowest point from what I see.

Go to ll or suning for cosey chats yeah.......................

i dont even wanna bury u...you'd be a USELESS-TOMB
in fact, my rhymes'll 'Beat Bryd' like 'ABUSIVE-GROOMS'!
You challengin me?? Lol...you gon look STUPID-SOON
so just 'Take Notes' like 'stealin from MUSIC-ROOMS'!
i like makin haters mad, im RUDE-TO-GOONS
thats why i 'get fly on em' like 'witches DO-WIT-BROOMS'
every line you say, you stole...you a RHYME-CROOK
"seek & destroy"?? thats what yu should do to ya RHYME-BOOK!
i don wanna waste any more time to ROAST-THIS-JERK
cuz he's soo wack...the bitch aint even POST-A-VERSE!

You Talk hard like pro...but no skills show
your lines are weak....soft like snow
you soft ass ho... time to clock the 4-4
and live your ass on spot like tike a tv show

why ya name "Rippa Boi"?? This MAN-GOES-SOFT
only thing yu ever ripped...was a MAN'S-CLOTHES-OFF!
yu a fag...FIENDIN-FOR-DICK, SEMEN-N'-SHIT
that explains why this dude's never SEEN-WIT-A-CHICK
and you might as well stop DREAMIN-TO-SPIT
cuz that was the worst verse i've SEEN-IN-A-GRIP!
ya bars trash...why you think they can FLOW-WIT-MINES?
i drop 100 bars....while you can't even GO-SIX-LINES!
yu the HOPELESS-KIND wit NO-SICK-RHYMES
so stop wastin ya bars here n GO-GET-SIGNED..

you battle'n me is useless...nigga you must be stupid
you couldn't spit hot shit if you had hot sause in your mucus
I'll throw hands that leave you toothless
have ya momma at your casket cry'n why Rippa so ruthless
ho ass nigga....they really call you sonny bars
I'm a pro nigga... catch me in sonny cars
with sonny moms...deep thoart'n somthing the size of sonny arm

look, you a fag...so how you talkin shit, RIPPA-BOI?
yu the type to go to a male strip club to TIP-A-BOY!
maybe even LICK-A-BOY...this GEEK-IS-A-BITCH
n' ya skills is like your location: it don't EVEN-EXIST!
im LEAVIN-EM-PISSED the way i SCORN-CROOKS
his lines wouldn't be 'on point' if he wrote em on a THORN-BUSH!
somebody better WARN-BUSH that im COMIN-FOR-OFFICE
n i'll have ya main chick TONGUE-ON-MY-SAUSAGE
so don confuse yaself wit ONE-OF-THEM-BOSSES
cuz i'll go to ya family crib n' hold every ONE-OF-EM-HOSTAGE!
if i come on ya block wit THESE-TOOLS
yu gon see more 'Kid Nappin' than PRESCHOOLS!

Look bitch I'm the best at all I-DO
even if i do it Least-Than-You
..............or More-Than-You
Matter of fack I can Snore-On-You
And still fill clouds to Pour-On-You
I Adour-The-Truth...Like I Adour-The-Ruth
Of your mouth when it hit Door_-N-Move
Down south To the Floor-Like-Shoes
Jaw all Sore-N-Bruise
Clip Stick'n to Camber Like-Glue
Click Clack bang ya Like-oohhh
Bullets sing'n like Chours-Do
Like they Inspire-truth
Like I'm Exspire-You
Not to Speak-or-move
For I Heat-Ya-suit
Leave ya in da street ready to Eat-Like-Soup

Rippa Boi its time for the king to tear ya a new one, this is gonna be fun
your shits weak it wont beat anyone, pack your shit up and run
Ya knew to RV with only 8 posts and counting so here is a tip
dont mess with king mathers cause i will rip you a new asshole bitch
You the biggest bitch on this mother fucker cause even sonny punked you out
lucky you aint battle him cause first punch he will knock you out
no doubt i could fuck you up worse, send your ass back to momma in a hearse
you a loser and been so since your birth on this earth
you aint worth any more of my time, i sent you 4 bars that plenty
already burnt you to the 1st degree, you fake ass wanna be emcee

Look *Queen* You a pussy you can tell by your verse
I'll leave you on milk cartoons, and airbursh on shirt
I'll hit where it hurt....think I'm scared you atack-on (atacking)
Fuck wit me and my gac gonna be stuck in you like tampons
pussy, leave all your hope and dreams shattered
and all your love ones thinking did King really Mathers (matter)