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Oh my God I can't belive the Shit that you wrote/ Crap was stale, tired and old as the original pope/ If I ever get that Ill, please cut life support or O.D. me on pills/ Set my carcuss on fire and scatter my ashes over Hillbilly hills/ You call that hot, well on RB it's known as a Flop/ Not considered a Drop, placing ya career on STOP/ Never post here again unless ya blazing the spot/ Magma flowz spewing thru acids scriptz when I spit/ Your raw, but more like sore from the friction rub'n ya Clit/ |
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Yeh look at doggy-whatta hypochrit wit copy'pastin shit- He has half his Motto right....He really was born a dick- disgusted as I view ya words an acknoweldge no skill- It show's ya only mod cus ya post count is ova the hill- From the looks of things-I've come to see ur jus a bitch of Axe E UM- Givin anal to all the mod's wit gas' like they be pullin up an askin Premium... |
So ya want to act like you know a thing or two?/
Elevation must be starved cuz ya bit off more than ya can chew/ Name fits since it would take carsonjet times 2/ To match wits against retarded kids that drool/ Face it ya broke like old dudes hipz, againt me Scratched like lotto tix/ Here's a tootsie pop, your only Lick, like that hooka trick... Your only hit/ It takes a Proc' to feel your shit, w/Backed up flowz like dropping bricks/ I'm 'constant-faded' and your just... full of SHIT... Fuck off... edit: lmao @ axe's bitch... ~Bounce~ |
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Bouncey Bounce I smoke you like an ounce, I pounce on these clowns who think they can last the rounds, Here the sounds of blastin round, DUCK THE FUCK DOWN, You the king? I split yer crown, turn the frown upsideown, it's only a cypher, I'm tryin to deceipher who is whiter, if it's a fact, You gotsta be blavck to rap your ass is albino, this is final, When I tap your bitch in the back call it spinal, hittin it like a white rhyno, Fuck this diss it took me 30 seconds, hal a minute, Longer than your sex life if you gave 25 seconds for cuddlin when yer finished. Lol, that was fun..... |
Dawg please Elevation implies more than rising UP off ya knees/
Hot spit is more than just the queer pleasure your b/f receives/ Like ya name suggest's ya just-a-pissed off 'Cracker' who's spitz lack stature/ Like broke necks to cranial fractures my bars Shatter your Bust like Plaster/ My bombs drop like Neutron scriptz your dud'z land like finger flicks/ One mean saltine's spleen caught more iron than displayed in new orleans/ Fragged with Buch shoot, too hot to flop, like his career, fell dead on the spot/ |
Born addicted to dick thats why yer avatar resembles a penus,
Theres a lotta distance between+us, idiot, I'll let you remember the genius, I spit heat whil you just swallow warmth, get it staight like the swimmer headed down yer throat, Out of 1 billion sperm you were the first there? Bet Daddy wishes he kept you in his underwear, Homosexuality and me is a falicy, In actuality it's your reality, Battle me? Lose to a new B? You see, Your lines more played than re runs of I LOVE LUCY, Shoot me? The way I'm slappin this bitch look like a domestic dispute G, CALL THE POLICE PLEASE, dawg release me, FGrom yer silly lines and hillbilly rhymes in this cypher division, Kick yer dad in the jaw and give you a circumcission... Peace |
Doggydogs avy explains alot..........his lyrical talents conditional
'Cos basically since birth he's been frontin a dick thats artificial Pussy....Over a thousand posts 'n one win?.....Thats plain wack The reason you spit shit is simply 'cos you talk out ya ass crack Ya sig personifies the type of lyrical skill ya tryna em-ulate I dunno how you became a mod with such simple played punch traits Straight up....I can tell from here you got no real-life personal protection I mean this kid elevatin on the street....blah....its just an involuntary erection |
this is pathetic, what the fuck are yall talkin,
get up, turn around and get your ass to walkin, im stalkin, cops outlinin your body with chalk in, dumped in the alley, for months, your body rots, lucky i didn't just tye you to cinder blocks, grip the glock, poppin with no respect, im cuttin everything but your throat n wrist, toatin the set, scopein the set, scope on ya neck, blowin the tech, but this only text, bes show me respect, cuz the next time we meet, ain't gonna be just a rap |
nigga i rip the freestyles... you?
well he could, well he should, well he would rap drop the roof on the coupe still they say where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at know kaz pack revolvers, black... leave ya dome peice intact wit clips that give 99 problems, fuck it, just fade to black got me battlin kelly roland ass niggas.... just play the back kings eat feast.... peasants just mingle wit scraps plus i roll wit thugs, pop slugs and will jack a crackabox cop his chick, then let her hold nuts like the cracker jacker box |
your shit's bout as hard hitting as the anorexic
are you dislexic, ya couldn't 'kill' a germ with antiseptic ya vocabs pathetic, ima cut and discect it im killin-jer like aids if ya was infected so pack ya shit up ya jus started aint got nuthin to lose leave rb, before ya really start getting .... abused! |
lolz
feeble at least u can tell me y? i don think ma verse was that bad |
lettuce watch this turnip gettin' tossed like a salad bar
tupac lookin' sad becuz he trapped inside your avatar ya limerics is lyricless and blank against my battle scars ya queerest hits have made the merit list at all the faggot bars so cherish this before i chench my fist and make you tattle on this bovine murda i'ma fuck ya herd up with my cattle prod |
Only sac you been in, racin potatoe bags-
Couldnt ketchup to my speed pacin tomato smash- Only time u bust a cap when shatter'd ya knee- Ya girl preg w/ a girl, Dont mind if i splatter ya seed- Kill ya two birds wit one stone, Watch you go nuts- Above ya wifes corpse, Lookin just like a doughnut- |
abSalute stop ur rhymin
im at tha top and still im climbin ill spray ya ass out make ya light go down they call me tha YO cutee but still i can clown keep tryin ur style cuz rite now ya shit aint even mild u down at tha bottom wit tha rest them hoes rite now im jus givin u my low blows im ova tha limit thas how i am next person go head spit ya flame |
ab-salute wak.. ya got flow like an iced river
the way you deliver.. would make a good little filler for some real talent n hard hittin punches not the lame attempt you gave.. shit, thats for dunses! i 'salute' nuthin.. ya cant even rhyme ya lines more like a 'recipe' for a snack.. inbetween reading the worthy kinds! this is for ab-salute |
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