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Proliphik, im the most gifted, with these ill type of lyrics that'll leave your body twisted, and if you ever step to me i'll hit you with this sick shit,
now your gonna see me switch this, grab a knife and proceed to stab you in the eyes, poison your body with cyanide, stand right infront if you and watch you die, your small time, im bigger than BIG TIME, i dont even carry a tech nine, or no gats fuck that, your minds hazy, you think you can rap, your whole head must be fucked up from smokin the crack, now get outta my way before i slaughter your rap... |
BIG NEKS aka BIG BITCH
6 bars to Kill this Cartoon//
I'll atek AIR out his LUNGS like a PIN pushed threw a BALOON// I eat shit and Breathe CHECKS// and the way u EATIN dem SANDWHICHES no wonder u BIG NEKS// Mission is about to be Complete'n// SHHHH!!!....everybody be Quiet OPTIKSZ is about to Start EATIN// U Imatation JACKIE GLEASON// BI-SEXUAL Fag that Gets BEAT by HOMO'S when he fucks women they call it GAY TREASON!!!............EASYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...I'M RUNNIN DIS FAT BITCH |
your rhymes can sit in hell learn how to spell,
this bitch is gay so ill give him the jail cell ur name is optik not the hot pick choken whilst this clock tick watch my glock click you can't b bi and gay at the gay at the same time like biten your boys lines while your eaten his punchlines/ in due time this punisha make you pay fines/ i beat you with only 6 lines. |
The only gay one here is you,if you got beef bring your whole dam crew, ive herd better rhymes from leanne rimes bitch you's an irratating lil faggit,no-one to suck on ya maggit the vaccuums gettin borin so u pop one on your daddy while hes asleep snorin, G-A-Y thats you so stop poppin the homo jokes,u is the one who is wankin over the blokes,while i b pokin pussy u b suckin sum dick, a wound-up artist is gettin in the mix words wont connect or configure,go figure im white i cant naturally rhyme i take my time take the right dosage of a to the z im as good as the next man wanna battle me?
:thefinger :thefinger :thefinger :thefinger |
dont be writin this shit like you the best/
my rhymes can put you and anyone else to rest/ leave you hangin with death tatted on your chest/ i'll choke you until you have no more breath/ have you screamin for help until there's nothin left// You gotta understand that your structure is shot/ put your rapping goals aside, give up, just stop/ you're better off with jazz and rock, not hip-hop/ cuz sooner or later, you're dreams'll be cancelled-pull a flip flop// i hope you take my well thought out advice/ i hope that before you type again, you think twice/ about the shit your gonna get, that'll ruin yoru life// :gfy: |
^TflaMeZ
You're a New Jack, yeah it shows, cos you really do rap sh!tty I'll do you Like Nino Brown did that dude G-Money from New Jack City. On your knees begging, b!tch, saying "Am I my brother's Keeper?" Dressed in all black boots and hoodies, I'm your personal Grim Reaper I'll hang you with piano wire, get medieval like Marcellus I'll slice you like a ginsu, chop you like helicopter propellers.. Ur sig is 'fearless', should be 'useless', that describes your rhymes precisely Next time you spit such wack shyt, I won't treat ur ass so nicely! What Pilgrim, what????? London's up in this piece, you get me, bloods? |
whatch as i blast this ^ cat with this...im the only real hazard BITCH! //
unwritten?<~~the only reason they call you this cuz half the shit your spitten is bitten kid //try writing some shit yourself...wrestlin fan?...ima pile drive your ass to hell //i come to spraythis vexed geek with text till my dying day...flyweight? yea cuz when i sneeze ur ass blows away! // im doomsday with dropped bombs, baby powder my palms to bitchslap this dork, naw man no beef....juz decayin meat in the form of your corpse! // |
sssup dade...
so you call that rappin but your just talk shittin... how dare wit ya first post ya act like big thing.../ so you say youll bitchslap prolifik...? goddamit..you only breathe wen you suck my big dick../ you gay..if ya a girl then you still a gay coz you look male with mustache and lipsticks..smell my semen when you inhale/ so if ya mad then lets take it to streets like a street brawl i'll hit you wit a bat while ya beggin me to stop while ya crawl../ |
Ayo, your first 2 lines look like they got sum words missin,
you aint a big dog, i jus lace your ryhmes, listen why u want dade suckin your dick, u must be a foggot cos u keep talkin that shit, i read ure shit over but it dont make no sense, and wen i throw these blows, they leave your body with dents, so you better go home now n practice your shit, thats the only way u gonna master it BITCH, UK HIP HOP WOT, aint no fake mcs here. |
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It hurts me to do this, it's like I'm killing my firstborn But you tried to wear the shoes that Proliphik Man first worn, I might have "two puuuuurrs" [Nelly], don't mean you're getting my cast-offs I'm like a f*cking Houston Rocket - you get burnt as I blast off I hope you got Medicare, or NHS if you're English Between yours and Will Smith's rapping, I can hardly distinguish We're family, repping UK, this ain't personal, it's business I knock your door down like a heavy handed Jehovah's Witness WatchTower & Awake are not the magazines thta I serve you It's hollow-tips and rhymes I spit that cut thru muscles and nerves too If I leave this earthly realm, to you I'll leave an inheritance... For now, I rise like precipitates while your ass sinking like sediment UK Hip Hop fo Real!!! We ain't all about Dizzy Rascal and Ms Dynamite, you know????? |
Proliphik u annoy me, u make my lips twitch/
As i send lyrical bombs u stand stupid scared to spit/ Im verbally equipped to send u packing/ U react like a shit quater back...victim to constant sacking/ So Londons dun where u from is they all dumb i ask u?/ U thick fuck ur passin grade in ur GCSE's got no higher than U/ And i'll send u 6 feet South fo runnin that mouth/ U can react to me coz i'll be above/ But i'll always be above u, face it, it's what im about/ |
ayo, mad dog why u tryin to dis proliphik,
you must know by now that ure shit dont match his shit, and come to think of it, you cant touch mine, you aint nothin but a stupid kid, and yo i rhyme sublime, and that twitch in your lips, you better get it fixed, cos i cant even understand a word that u spit, and those last two lines wot are they all about, you need to learn how to type that shit thats runnin out of your mouth, and yo, You aint got nothin on my wordplay, im spittin lyrics so raw, they'll make you go home and turn gay, so do u know what im sayin when i be slayin, you better be on your knees beggin n prayin, And you aint mad dog you jus a puppy, and wen i glare at you, you'll turn into MUSH see, im out. |
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Ah bigneks stickin up for proliphiks/ Ur neck mus make one hell of a snap...when i break it/ Come to think where the fucks Bollington i never heard of that place/ Oh thats where they hide the weak fags and rapists away/ I aint a puppy be glad im barkin and not biting/ Coz when i attack ur descriptions...a flash of lightning/ (descrip of me) And mush ha faggot i'll crush u like mash/ But i aint good @ cookin i'll leave bubbles of blood and bits of yo ass/ Forget my name quickly coz i aint forgivin/ Or find urself hung, cut up, upside down blood drippin!/ |
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for u s0n my gauge'll blast-off.... shoot off ya dick s0 u can really be a mad-dog.... then cut ya neck and rip out ya throat... den dip ya frame in acid and watch ya skin bubble like bathen soap... i'll place ya fam in da scope,and squeeze from a distance... disconnect they torsoe from dey body now dey look like midgets.... |
^Mad Dog
Man, you're just pu$$y with your clitoris missing, You understand, it muthaphukkin Proliphik ur dissing You got balls the size of those used for ten-pin bowling.... ... oh, that's cos you ain't cum in years and those b1tches are swollen! If you could live your life again, be sure to stay out my warpath I'll beat you so bad, the only thing you WON'T have is a sore ass THAT, you get from Brendan, that lilac wearing brother, So F*ck you, f*ck your mum and her 2 lesbo lovers I don't want to ever see your punk ass name again on this whole thread, You were so ugly as a kid, Michael Jackson made you sleep in your own bed!! & I'm out 4 da day... |
^cReam
that fag is dumb he cant even count to numba 1// his name is cream cause ill make him scream when im ass rapin him// shit i cant stop tapin him, he lieks my big cock in his ass crack// slidin up and down his fat back, tryin to get his gat bak// when im through he be on the ground beggin me to stop// ill take my glock*pop, pop*// *Note* im not gay i just thought that was funny* *Note* *Note2* I hope i dont get ban for this lol* *Note2* |
ok....let start MccM im defently gonna rip yah//
go back and say Young Tips bit yah and spit yah// out like a baby tasting something sour// i get paid in the streets...you get paid thy the hour// nigga you aint no hard spitter// your soft and your bars a bitter// you can never contend with me cuz you was born a quitter// and i heard from some broad that in the bed your a shame// M.c.c.M? Must stand for My Cock Cant Maintain// let me find out after "she"fucked you she was bumping Missy's One Minute Man// then she cut the track, got pissed cuz a minute was more than you planned// and i saw you what you wrote about shoveing your dick in CREAMS ASS// FAGAT!..Dont even think about tryin to hit on me...."ILL PASS"// and then you said that "when im through he be on the ground beggin me to stop"// i see how you get down he was flat on his stomach and you was waxing it on top// you fucking quare....yea oh boy im gonna take it there// cuz im stareing in your eyes and bitch (sniff) i smell fear// and you talk about a glock you got and you let the shit pop// ill run up on you with the hawk and make your apple drop// you stay fucking wit your GAY MEN// IM SURROUNDED MY WISEGUYS AND MADE MENS// THIS IS BLODDY BEAN NIGGA THIS AINT PRETEND//.....1 |
lol bravo lol
Young tips i bet you got lips// The ones between your hips// you suck cock// you lick dick trying to get paid while your getting sprayed// ive been laid by your mama// bitch quit with the drama// i always stay strat 2 glocks and a backwards cap// Ill bust 4 caps in yo ass// You thinkin "Damn I shouldnt have past gas"// You start to cry, wishin you just die// I look at you while you look at my shoe// *Cracck* goes your face, you spittin up blood, while eating mud// I ask you any last words befor i end your life// you mumble, i think what a disgrace, to bad you can talk with that big boot print on your face// LOOOOL!!!! sry another weak rap thingy ma bob At least i try people!!! |
i see you tryin to right, and put up this fight/
but the shit you layin is far from bein tight// dont be talkin about layin mammas, when you were declared gay/ i was put on this site to induce misery day to day/ exactly what i'm doin now, and was doin yesterday// i'll show you more then pain when i rap about you bein lame/ you just a cobble stone on my walk to fame// enough with the talk about these ass cracks/ i'll sew up your ass and feed you 10 pounds of ex lax/ i'll have you in so much pain, you'll be beggin for the axe// now i'm gonna rip your arms out and shove em' down your throat/ before that i'll lube it up with Ajax and soap/ then i'll cut you up so much your body'll float/ have you flowin down a river, until you got hit by a boat// streams of red blood fillin up the blue/ all a long, there's still no body askin for you/ but they knew your death time was way past due/ they wanted to help me murder you too// :thefinger |
OH MAN.....
thank you for the ovation even tho you got nigga your half ok and half wack// you must of listend to Ja Rule got gassed and now you gonna CLAP BACK//(LoL) cuz in the streets youll defently get clapt at// and on a MIC infront a crowd son youll get laughed at// you dont even listen to niggas lyrics black// your the type to here a wack beat with Jay-Z or BIG on it and skip the track// so why even rap.....when you know youll get crushed// you minus well just battle some one at TOYS R US// nigga i been out the park// you would think i was CRIP how i feind for BLOOD like a GREAT WHITE SHARK// if i see your pussy just like your im gonna rape you// grow up lil nigga mami cant save you// nigga ill reverse the hands a time white boy and put you in a cotton feild and slave you// your on my dick its like i fucked your moms dog i made you// dawg think twice before you sit down to rap// take a deep breathe and face it that your wack and its a WRAAAAAAAAAAAAP// |
just like everyone else you got severe learnin to do/ :thumbup:
there's obviously more then one problem with you/ but you dont understand what i was sayin do you// :cussing: to me your judgment means less then nothin to me/ you dont know me and never will, get over it G// dont call me nigga, then randomly call me white/ go back to school, learn to read, then come and write/ cuz you about to be spilled, i got you locked in my sight/ :shoot: i'll shoot you in the corn field, now i gone and scared you white// :thefinger your first mistake was thinking you can rhyme/ your second was tryin to use em' in lines/ your third was comin back the thread this time// now i've gone and straight ripped you/ :shoot: shoulda never said your rhymes were sick dude// |
you talk about colors what are u racist
i burn u on the cross and leave ya ass face less your rap name go up n blow up i call n you won't show up y don't you grow up b4 i fuckin shock you |
Whos the bitch I'll come in with a banana split
make you eat it slow while ya tryna take a shit I don't know what I'm doin' I just took a hit I can't handle my shit but still manage to spit but you're swallowing or I'll fuck your ass wallowing in selfpity seeing titties but curious 'bout balls hanging Kalluminatic, reefer addict totally frantic romantic faggit Kill you in a minute with some weird wording antics because I left my knife at home alone It's sharp and bright like it's my own clone next time actually put out a verse I can reverse this is just completely pointless and undeserved |
Undeserved Ozzy i admit ur right...so y u typin?/
Ur names like an Ozbourne, i'll leave u like Ozzy after that quad accident...nearly dyin/ Bleedin wit broken bones a snapped spine surgery required/ After u see this diss...ur eyes'll set on fire/ Coz i burn wit words i spit venom wit verbs/ And while u spin outta ur mind i'll diss another in this rhyme/ Proliphiks like this bitch weak, shakin 'n' shit all the time/ I aint scurred of yo ass u make me laugh when u rhyme/ Yeah my balls swolen up...my nuts sack gigantic/ U'll see me in the street and beg...'please can i have it'?/ No...anybody who knows me knows the last homie got merked fo sayin that shit to me/ Ozzy & Proliphiks gonna be hangin from a tree the same way a leafs gonna see they destiny/ (destiny = falls) So am i worried bout the threats that u spit...na i aint buzzed/ Coz u faggots above me gonna die coz u joined in wit this cuss/ |
Know doubt your ass is mad.///
Butwhatdathink? Fuck'n ass gets ya left with crabs!/// You do a mad da-sh/// For lyrr-aacks/// And pass-sa-jazz/// (pasages) just 2 find you ave-rage/// you gets none of this/// Talk'n bout "gangstarr shit, recite'n words from "full clip"/// |
^Mad Dog
You're appalling, speaking falsetto cos ur nuts haven't fallen Can you hear that muthphukka? That's the Death Angel calling You've got no lamb's blood on your doorframe, so he will not Passover The bottom line is simple - for your punk ass, it's over I'm tired of these fake ass, hard named, cheap pretenders Is ur icon ur own pic? Goddam - you've switched up ur gender!!! Turning 'roung in a red bra and matching thong on ur asscrack I'm from London, muthaphukka - that cross-dressing shyt doesn't pass, black. "I'll be hanging from a tree?" You've got dillusions of grandeur Hit you with a broken bottle while I'm smoking my ganja Don't blame me cos wack, go blame your mum and your dad, dog, You're like that short d!ck China Man in Rush Hour 2 - "No wonder you mad, dog!" Tread carefully, junior!!! London Represent! |
London represent? mutha fucka i aint too far from u/
U aint worthy of sayin that shit better be careful who u talk to/ Coz i'll find u, call the feds to hide u/ But they shove u next door to me so i can eradicate u/ Proliphik ur pathetic who u tryin to impress coz im sure they aint feelin u yet/ Ur probably jealous coz the ho on my avitar's better lookin than the mutts that u hunt/ Y u talkin from the old testament R U JEWISH???/ U dickridin faggot wearin alladin style hats sayin Jesus didnt exist!/ Unlike u he could perform miracles what u doin/ Ur raps r illusions easy to work out/ I've broke ur secrets like the magician in the mask/ So Proliphiks all that i ask/ Is that u quiet down b4 u get wrapped in plastic/ U fuckin mangled up spastic wouldnt get accepted in special skools/ Coz u too retarded now whos da FOOL??/ Represent London, HA represent Crawley/ Our crime rate raised like the bruises ima put on ur body/ So now u know where im from...why dont we meet in person/ So i can personally put u in a hearse and show up London/ U think u breed gangstas well u do...but u aint an example/ Ur just whats left when my elephant foot tramples!!/ I'll come down on u like a ton of bricks/ Beat u up and down the apples and pears till u sick/ U aint even know what u fuckin wit lil bitch Proliphik! |
Oh, now that IS funny! Your punk ass is from Crawley????
No wonder you deliver your shyt lyrics so poorly! Do your lyrics ever rhyme? You get a 'U' for your wordplay The difference between me & u, cats be in awe when my words spray The only miracle is that you can use a f*cking computer You're f*cking wack @ rap, go out and hire you a tutor Why am I quoting Old Testament? I'm the WHOLE testament, homo, You be sucking testes man, and they be charging YOU dough, tho You say you reveal my 'secrets' - the only secrets I'm clocking Is that red Vicky Secret's, two piece ensemblé you're rocking You're raising bruises? Only one thing being raised - your skirt's hemline Me and you have ten battles - I would murder you ten times Serial offender, merking pu$$holes with no apology Everytime I spit, it bolsters our rap economy Any time you spit, you get it all on your clothing, And any time you 'come', it's in that Kleenex tissue you're holding I'll beat you by the Bow Bells, clap your neck back in Clapham Stretch your vertebrae in Streatham till your backbone be snapping How can I not be worthy? I drop my shyt with depravity I'm blowing up like a pound of C4 in your chest cavity Get a needle and thread and f*cking sew you lips up You've dropped a good line less times than Jordan's got HER d!ck sucked!! Outta my way, junior. Big folks are talking... |
See u dissin me like i live 20,000 miles away/
But the fact is if we met, u'd be runnin till ur dyin day/ Im hotter than chili sauce, yo ass is on course to endin up a corpse/ If u gonna murder me 10 times...best sho no remorse/ But i'll come back an 11th time coz u right i AM cummin all the time/ Im cummin in yo moms pussy...every line u write...thats bout the amount of times i've pounded that hyde/ Comed inside her 9 months Proliphiks alive...the worst mistake of my life/ Sorry son, truth is i would've told u sooner...honest/ But i didnt really like u coz momma had 20 men on the go/ Kinda like a ho fest contest/ So i left it at that/ Big folks talkin huh...where no-1 pays attention 2 yo ass so im sayin nutin to u now oh and stick to the rules faggot the last 2 disses i werent even above u so shut the fuck up lil boy or daddy comin to take ur pocket money!!! |
Oooh another newbie thinkin he hot,
Pass me a doobie and we'll smoke this fucker like pot, Cus this retarded fuck raps like he reeds from a rule book, "the lines must rhyme" so he pealed back the pages that were stuck, Thats why when we reed his attempt we think "hey yo! what the fuck!" But yo, lets not give him a hard time, Its not his fault he freestyles like he's hittin a crime, Hides everytime he hears a siren, Dressed up in orange like he escaped the loony silum, And yo, we all know why they call him Mad Dog, Cus he throws fits like he's a dutch dancer without the clogg's, Shakin round, foamin at the lips, Looked so animated the director of the excorsist took tips, I'll let this jumped up son of a bitch lay his punk ass lines on me, I'll let him try rip me to shread's - charge free, He needs the practise, why deny him the chance to hack this, I dnt have 2 worry, this dude shits lines like he ate last night vindaloo curry, His ass his burning, His stomach churning, His head is spinning, If this was a match, who u think be winning..? |
^Mad Dog
Oh no, you've exposed yourself for the pu$$y that you are Wanna throw at me the rule book cos your shyt ain't up to par "I wasn't even above you!!! Proliphik, why you picking on me???" Shut the f*ck up, little bytch, straighten your wig - it's sitting wonky! Hot like chillis - f*cking fraud! What you know about tabasco? Was it in your gay sex games? Did homeboy pour some in your asshole? You make me sick, and you ain't Pink, your handicap is your poor skillset I'm merking you with ample ease - I ain't even got ill yet I think I know your lousy game - you're the Chief Lyrics Biter Let me tell your ass again - GET YOURSELF A GHOST WRITER! Don't be so f*cking proud, face it - you're shyt at the moment You tryna battle rap, but ain't nonya shyt potent Heed this one word of advice - stay the phukk out East London Or else get beaten to a pulp with a stolen police truncheon. How Can You be Back.... when you have no backbone, you spineless jellyfish. I'll 'live' battle (or should I say 'batter') you anywhere.... on The Northern Line, outside Footlocker on Oxford Street.... shit, I'll battle you around the dinner table at ur mum's house just before Sunday lunch.... you have nothing, nish, nada aka Jack Schitt!! Nothing personal, just factual. |
^Mad Dog
Mad Dog? nah, i mentiod that you were jus only a puppy, You throwing rules at proliphik, cos he beat you to mush, see we reppin UK with intelligent rhymes, u must be dislecsic cos u cant even type, i told you before, that all of your shit dont make sense, and wen i come back, i leave your body bruised with more dents, so now u runnin away, cos i left you mentally scarred on this day, im like sum sort of demon that can never be slayed, you jus a dog and wen i tell you to heel, you better do wot i say, cos u a fake, you aint real.... you started this beef tryin to be sum sort of MAD DOG aight, that beef shit is played out fool... |
proliphik, what is it? fuk that, ma shits explicit
fuck ur rhymes, ma shit be exquisite i ddnt get wot chu woz on about, u must be ballistic u cant call urself a rapper, u aint evn artistic dig deep, maybe then u'll find wots right for u but if u looked u cudnt find a soul, its hard to decipher you ur rhymes juz "die like gimmicks", especially wif dose lyrics that isnt music, u abuse it, like reviving dead spirits man thats wack, im juz stating tha facts i aint even know ya, but i'll smoke ya like crack even though this is ova tha net, we shud meet face to face i'll put chu in ya place muthafuka, ya'll be misplaced lol lil shit ass rap, bored shitless though..no beef -1- |
This Nigga Fresh Emcee Think He The Best Mc//
No Knolledge No Balls Nigga Stop Stressing Me// Part Bitch Part Pussy Thats Your Recipe// Pimp You On The Block Make Off Your Ass A G A Week// Yea Thats What I Think Of You A Trick A Hoe// You Suck Niggas Dicks Dressed So They Can Bust On Your Clothes// You Save It So You Can Remeber It The Next Day// Your The Type To Tell Your Adoppted Son Go Gay Its The Best Way// And Your Rap Skills....whoa Now That There Needs Some Help// Find Out What You Really Think About And Open Up Your Scalp// Take A Look At Your Brains Ansd See What You Was Thinking// Then Throw You In The Woods Leave You Some Where Stinking// Nigga You Retarted....the Suroundings Of Your Body With Smell Like Somebody Farted// Ants Eating Your Corps Let It Rot A Way// Disingrate For A Week Then Im Off Scot Free....yay// Nigga This Flow Was Defently Wack But Its Cool Cuz I Was Bored// My Flows Is A Maybeck Bens Yours Is A Honda Accord// |
Look its young tips more like big lips//
he likes to suck dick, didnt you know// he flows to get sperm right on his cloths// he sucks so much cock you wouldnt believe// he looks like 2 sperm banks that would jack you off fo free// he thinks he is a tight emcee but he aint nuttin compared to me// see im lethaler then the lethal injection// ill give you an infection// that will make you bleed/ bring you down to your knee's// its badder then the mad cow dieses// see young tips AkA big lips just stop now before you get hurt// or else ill leave you layin in the dirt// |
/\ Proliphiks & Bigneks
These faggots is ridiculous when i rap they BOTH jump on each others ass/ Coz these bitches are scared coz they know i'll beat them like a stamp.../ 1st CLASS/ Hey lets make this official, u bitches brought the beef i respond to u 2/ The name of this game is diss the guy ABOVE U/ So i will mC.Cm is a fag/ There i did it but i aint finished wit u 2, ima put u in a plastic sack/ Body bags to comfy fo u homos/ When they find u in pink tank tops but no trousers.../ Why werent u fully clothed???/ And throwin rule books, na that aint what i said man/ Coz now i gone broke this rule u prolly gonn run to the admin/ MASTER MASTER MAD DOG BROKE THE RULE!!!!/ Admin: Shut the fuck up he dissed mC.Cm now run along.../ Fag ass fools!!!/ And as for ghost writers im independent unlike urselfs/ When i made proliphiks cry like a bitch.../ Bigneks was the hired help/ Now whos the ghostwriters, i deceased yo worthless lifes.../ I probably dunn u a favour/ Now do me a favour.../ Stay outta RapBattles...Forever/ I could go on and on but my lines aint worth wastin on faggots that back up against each others so close they touchin each others G-spots!! |
another pussy grabber, that what your avatar tell me//
my guess your too ugly, did you get that from your mommy?// bitch you cant even spell 'diseases' , yet alone textstyle// ditch your mom cuz she 'pleases' you, your just fuckn vile// or even stich your moms hole while she pleads for you to dial----999// you have reached the psycho line// nevermind your mom, she's stayin at mine// practice your rhymes then you can have her back// so you can continue fuckin your mom in her cadillac// nothin personal, its just freestyle. |
fuck your cigerette and jam members ill giv u pussys sumthin 2 remember//
suck MY member faggit,im the whiteboy call me b.rabbit// 8-mile road long way to go, all i need is some 40's n yo mum-my ho// Bitch i can smell the fear, your rhymes are pansy come on ova here// Another 'untitled' comin to battle here take the mic,giv it a rattle// one two three and to the floor standin shoulder to shoulder let it go dogg its over// |
this is 4 reign
so u say that my mum is ya hoe...o thats ok but that still dont explain y they say ya gay yo we in the same game but on that long trip 2 8-mile make sure it dont 'reign' then u will need mor than 40's and my mom they should call me sadam the way im droppin' this bomb |
BLA BLA BLA what the fuck you talkin bout givin us sum shit i outta giv u a hit, take the mic spit some shit, Youve won 23 and im a beginner this tappety tap tap and makin you any thinner big man you aint got shit me and robb will show em,show these niggaz your one word poems-'that aint good' well im sorry 'master of ceremony', u still askin hukkers 'will you go to bed with me?' 5 bucks 2 fucks and an STI, why lie i know you can beat us, but we aint the ones with a 2inch penis. GET PAID THEN GET LAID FUCK YOUR THOUGHTS, FUCK YOUR RHYMES, FUCK EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR
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