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Wrong place Wrong Time/
Flow2crazy gonna get dimmed out from my shine/ Im not spiithin high its just low notch/ I dim his light out from my 10 Dollar iced out watch/ He aint nuffin to brag abought/ He aint nuffin to tell/ he needs to act for Paramount/ Cuz dis nigga wont get no rap sells/ I think dat Ruff Rhyder Drag-on got better skills than you/ He flopped both albums cuz he was da worst of crew/ And im not battlin im just tryna peep my new rapper/ I chew ya rhymes up and shit em in a crapper/ goin easy for awhile |
I'll make D-Rock's knees knock when this emcee drops
ya rap skills' like white b-ballers...they both need hops get played like 5411's... have that ass reboxed (Reeboks) find ya sweet spot; make ya crumble like some old sheet rock ya couldn't get a piece of "pussy" if ya ass "beat box"ed to pre-ops ugly as ewoks ...who been detoxed |
just continuing the flow... got motivated...lol...
with common interests cuz you both eat cocks don't need props, the heats hot, i leave spots...smoking like tea pots i keep stocks of styles in lots of piles then i choose one to make ya crews run; ringing bells like school's done |
you and young mix in the same boat....
after yall spit if you win it takes a miracle wit a dash of hope... afetr da battle peps be did you win you be like nope... or we can get complex and interigate your form at hand.... if your mic spits kiddo your using the wrong mic man... nor could even withstand around your neck a 2inch rubberband... from any lany or foreign highsight i send you linguistic.... you all pussy eating kitty liter biscuits.... |
Homeboy you aint got no lyrical clarity
From ghost writers he get lyrical chairty His grill and his skill stay goin down south Everytime i turn around he got rappers in his mouth You da wackest MC on day site and no one cares about you your rap so weak i couldnt bear to read it through I bust momma jokes on dis fool Like back in old school Yo mama so fat she step into harlem a caused an earthquake Dis shit was done for so long they called it the Harlem Shake Yo mama So dumb she tripped on a cord Ya momma so cheap that a bum nigga can afford Yo momma so dirty she got shit stains in her car Yo momma so dirty her tampn looks like a chocolate bar Yo momma such a hoe she runs a 1 for 2 sale Your raps are so weak ya record lable would pay for ya 10 dollar jail bail So stay of da site and dont get a ghost to write Study ya underground niggas and use they rhymes to bite And dis nigga so fruit its kinda gettin scary Dis nigga sweet cuz he from a basket full of berries(Check where da nigga from) Get at me dog |
~Yo momma... damn nigga you know that shits played out~
~Talk to me like that ill leave your ass layed out~ ~The slugs will leave you on the ground with your life about to fade out~ ~Did the rap shit for a while and it really never payed out~ ~Your online right now... nigga get at me if you want some shit~ ~But watch out because im about to step up my spit~ |
Flow2Lazy
Homie u stay weak dog stay rappin about killin When u a carebear nigga not even a weak villan Im like batman got dis nigga scared bustin random sparks He pop guns in the air cuz dis sissy scared of the dark And what bangin u know about when u from the ill Only people who die their is goths poppin they pills And your flownotcrazy its just brain dead I hoppin u aint rappin for bread Cuz u rappin aint gonna get u fed Wanna talk about status homie U aint got nuffin on me Rapverse say dis cats online But dis cats on flatline tryna dim out my shine Wit da weak ass lines So go ahead and step on ya spit Cuz if nigga look at da bottom of you shoe He see nuffin but shit Homie u alright but u still garbage Stop talkin about killin when u from goodie state. I dont ever remember hearin shit about ill. crimes goin on. Ya state aint Shit compared to ATL nigga. So stop actin like u hard or somethin nigga. U a strait line nigga stay followin da rules. If u really wanna step up ya game get creative nigga cuz da rappin about killin shit 24/7 is gettin really played out homie |
damn, flow...lmao...the rookie got at you, son...lol... big ups to east point (ATL)...them niggaz be reppin...i lived out there for a lil bit....ahem... but back to da bizness at hand
I gave props to Atlanta, specifically, East Point but home piece from zone 3 be droppin mad weak joints "ya mama this, ya mama that" is played out like the Bomber hats with matching jackets or a Goose down or niggaz with lumber jacks (shirts) i keeps it old school - like "dookie gold" do - when i flow through so peep da siggy - my niggy... i'll make it read... "I OWN YOU!" |
We never got to finish
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Let's finish this now First off, my crew will straight just fuck you up// and i'll merk you like usual ain't nothing to it chump// But burnin philly to the ground neva gon happen// you just gon make up come down south and start clappin// i never get crushed, i just take time off// and by the way rv i'll tell ya why this dudes soft// He wish he could be as hard as me// Philly squad stand up, you ain't as hard as we// You'll neva be strong enough to stop this phrophecy// I'll make you forget ya prewrittens, You get lost in me// take warning kid, I will pop you// and talking football, you see where the fuckin Falcons got you// |
Young Phrophecy
Nigga stop rappin cuz u just half assed/ For someone about prophecies ya sure stuck in the past/ Nigga i cant even remember that Diss line/ U flow below so u under my piss line/ Nigga if u cant stay ontop then homeboy just quit/ Cuz ya loosin site of ya profits and they goin quick/ And keep fuckin wit me and i'll leave ya mans dead/ You can clap back all u wont untill ya hands red/ Boy keep playin that nick nack patty wakc boy u wack/ My rhymes like c4 explode and lay ya ass on ya back/ You tryna diss me its really costin you/ Keep fuckin around and i'll get my slugz lost in you/ And around men i dont wanna be hard as you faggot/ Gay niggas burn in hell flesh eatin by maggots/ But i will let teck bang ya though/ Cock back ya neck and leave ya throat up on ya window/ Dis rap shit will get u killed and ya wify a widow/ Da bitch still a slut stay given head though/ Oh shit thats ya mom cuz i know prophets into incest/ Dis nigga sumteen yearsold still suckin on his momma chest/ Got lost in da Sex frenzy and forgot to get back at me/ So next time come at me when my lines hot not cold/ You dumb ass nigga That stay thinkin he bold/ Dont get at me for sumthin thaz forever N' 2 day old Nigga its finished so diss da person above u and not stay on my dick for some so called "unfinished Bizness" like as if dis was R. Kelly and Jay-Z |
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Village pimp or just another village boy Nigga at home playin wit sex toys Too busy messin wit spiked dildo's While im too busy tryna get quike mil's though Couldnt get at me cuz he knows my rhymes dope Cant hope to improve cuz ya rhymes dead like da pope I dont mess with village idiots i mess with G's You mess wit City Bitch thaz a mess with diases And talkin about homo..... I know u wanna get 2crazy in the back... just like a hoe I mite put ya too bitches in a room room together So yall can let da emotion flow I aint waistin my time on no faggit ass bitches yo. Only time village pimp cums hard is when he jackin infront of the computer screen. So nigga u can suck a dick bitch. All over a niggas nutz wat da fuck is wrong wit u. If i come down to Kansas city make sure to remind me to pimp smack ya bitch ass. |
Listen little nigga...
~Im talking about killing... bitch that was one bar~ ~Dont even need the a-k for you... my lines leave a mental scar~ ~Embedded in your brain playing over and over~ ~Each time i write you know that shit gets colder and colder~ ~Everytime you speak that shit just gets older and older~ ~First time you came back i thought you might be tight~ ~Now i realize your just a fat sack of shit reminding me of suge knight~ ~Im sorry maybe i should be a little more polite~ ~Nigga get at me when your really ready to put up a good fight~ All im saying is you need to know who your talking to before you come at me... how you gona say i aint putting in my work... the boys i roll with would put your whole family in the dirt... |
wuts goin on flow,
since u fam ima get at the cat above u. lol ima follow up on "ll gammatix" flow he be shocked my free's hot so he begging me please stop/ but shake'll eat rock's sweet drops.....up until my teeth rott/ i need not speak lots cause i know his weak spot/ he'll be hot right around the same time firbies restock/ i keep drops that lean rock and hang him from the tree top/ if u had the game on lock than i'd free 'LOX' like 'D-block'/ |
shakes spear........
yo kidd i cant touch your text record thats what happens when you suck dick for a livin.............. like you sendin realistic linguistic flows .....son who you kiddin......... have ya ass bed riidin wit a mic permanetly stuck in ass 4 but kissin... faggot phony from the council, trying to show love..... after ya bitch cheated on you,gave her a hug..... literally you a bitch so you lack the balls to compete... your not real cause all shakesspear did is tell tall tales in the street... |
i love eatin mc's but u a waste of time a waste of sperm/
but waste not want not so ill waste ya verse just wait ya turn/ i hate to burn, trash, but its the only way to make u learn/ between me and u, u place in third, my bars'll rape this herb/ u fuckin dumb as shit need to listen and learn but i aint gon lecture/ but before u go around runnin ya mouth take time out to check ya record/ check ya standin check yaself and u need to check ya flow/ but since they say actions speak louder than words here u go/ :thefinger |
Mad props to everybody on da site From Flow to Mix. Keep doin yall thang ya herd. I know alotta yall niggas say i strait shit on nigga but dont show no respect. Im young in da game and i just know u show no sympathy for ya opponent weatehr its friends or foe Games or some trill shit. Keep it up yo keep doing ya thang
Ok After this...ill put true meaning in Fear the spear/ I gutcha from ya tummy to ya back/ So i can see threw ya crystal clear/ Its gonna be a long year for Shakespear if ya boy in here/ Im feelin ya rhymes like a light breeze in the air/ I'll smack u with poetic lines like violets are blue/ Havin a nigga dazed like they aint got no clue/ And niggas dont mess wit me thaz all i there to be said/ I'll creep into ya crib and put one in ya head/ Throw some dirt on ya mattress/ Now ya dead in a dirt bed lol just needed somethin to build around a punch so i can remember that.....out for awhile niggas keep doin yall thang |
ayo rock i'm back 2 "slaughter" u...call my bars da "holocaust"//
n yes! stupid this cypher battle u lost....// cuz u ran thru da "street wit a pencil" n still couldnt get ya "point across!"// stop "rapin ya lines"...its like u on a "tightrope" how everythin is "forced"// fuckin wit me?? da "sex'll" cost...// i been da boss...but u? pay 2 see a win n still get "blinded" by a loss!// PreZ gotta o.d. on Rock?? nigga i'm "Jesus" n u jus anotha rappa i "crossed"// 2 fuckin eazy dunn........try me........i double dare u LOL |
prezidict forgot the predicates, the verbs, and how to form sentences
his flow gets used once like the pics formed on negatives now hes pissed off but hesitant, he knows he skill-less the hooker from 45th was how he caught his ill-ness now the sad dude burns when he unleash his wild gerbil he got burned, hes chained and whipped till maimed, stays mild and servile |
Fuck dis,if any dude out there dats ~wack,listen then~
cause u niggas is far from hot,alla yall ~lack discipline~ Im here to just ~tame you tricks~ cause yall write irrelevant shit down,then rhyme to it and ~claim u sick~ Yall better obey ya ~curfew bitch~cause Ill ~merk u tricks~ and da last 5 people dat posted aint ~worth 2 cents~ Yall niggas wouldnt get paid a ~dollar ta come~ so Im done,if u wanna get crushed,just ~holla at Young~ |
With an itelligent based opinion i can tell dat he pre-writes his own shit
ya not a rapper so y try n open the door when the key dont fit?? Its like sexually frustrated wifes coz when i look at ya raps i get nuttin from it ..................I always tell da truth dawg, ya wack n thats just being honest. Ya raps dont affect me, so y reply, dont even bother bitch!! ya amount of losses is scary man...you direct a horror-flick. Lil faggart pussy tis quite clear that this bitch sux his like his name, just a "young" dude "mixed" up |
Pisces Ceeya sees ur wackness cos ur new B,greenhorn nigga,trying to get a slice outta RVee,Da illest drop rymes dat show he's medically sick,technically i speak,cos like daycare students his rymes still studyin basic....Ur yellow like dick tracy...ur man had ur back and u still couldn't spit crazy....d only truth u told is dat ur sexually frustrated,u got put on hold cos ur arse hot and u was constipated,lil boys try hard but can neva b d realest,da illest only feared cos of d eardrums he killeth,talking about doors when u couldn't hold urs on a track i smack ur weak attack back to d other end of d class,ur class i rip open wit ease....ceeya make ya Ill like a disease
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It's on thing to finish, but another to create beef// On the same street, you see niggaz lyin through they teeth// Like shit was all good, but then he talks shit// soon, he gon realize who not to fuck wit// coolin out smilin like you king of RV// when I single handledly destroy you and all of ya army// cuz on real, you stay actin like you can't be touched// can't be what? concider ya lil bitch ass stuck// Villagepimp Pips ya ass everytime you post// and i swear you remind me of that nigga O G Loc// There's more niggas like you wit that same ol' shit// and you more played out than the phrase "i'm Rick James...Bitch!"// Cousin i'll tell you what...but do i really need to say more// at most you a firecracka, Never touchin C4// and get ya lil bitch young mix, he can get it too// there's no need to say more now cuz D-Rock is through!!!!// |
how many times i gottah tell ur little ass ur not a prophet....
cut that wanna be lyrical like common shit out, stop it...... you was scared to bust the ducks on nintendo so dont talk guns... your pops is a pastor, moms is a humanutarian and your sista is a nun... you've never seent he ghetto so stop rying to spit scriptures...... cause i'll clarify your ass and turn you into an obituary picture... no dis boi tell the truth your now exposed....... like when your moms caught you masterbating to play girl wit no clothes... im talkin hardly rappin to your fake wanna be verses...... you make no sense like trippin yourself on purpose..... |
Young Phrophecy
Homie i aint da king of RV but u tryna be da Cheif/ Nigga u aint no real Gangsta u into Internet Beef/ and to Lyrical Chairty......... consider dis a pass/ Cuz nigga wanna run up behind me....so i gotta keep wipin shit from my ass/ Young Phro just wont let things go/ He keep tryna fuck on me like a free teen hoe/ Suck dick for peice gum so they cant smell da cum on his tounge/ Dis nigga love LL cuz he got his Head Sprung/ You a fagget ass nigga tryna act hard like u got from da pin/ U like dat Nigga Damon Tryna fuck other young Men/(Friday after next) U will never be a Boy in Da Hood ridin in a wax layer body Jag/ Unless u just in da hood white chalk in a tax payer body bag/ Never came to RV wit an Army cuz no nigga can harm me/ They can slightly touch me but they just dont alarm me/ So i just sit back and relax smellin fresh like axe/ While u tryna hop around me like u steppin on tum tacts/ And im tryna tone my rhymes down so u wont get mad/ Cuz u just about as dangerous as them Slim fast diet fads/ And Nigga just retire cuz u burnin out like a spliff/ I can guarreetee dis aint no Star Wars Return of The Sith/ So bitch stop actin like a Legend when ur just a urban Myth Nigga last time............Drop it. Your more annoying that a lost dog that keep followin a nigga around. U bitch more than 50 cent nigga.And nigga quit runnin behind me cuz u berly shit. Plus im runnin out a toliet tissue for my ass nigga. So homeboy Just drop it and move on. I cant beleive u take dis shit seriously. Young Phrophecy........A true Internet Thug......Dont fuck wit him he just mite give u a PC virus or Fuck up ya Dial up Connection or somethin....and nigga plz shut up talkin like im in league wit dat nigga Young Mix or somethin.....just gave dude props which is somethin i dont think u'll be gettin anytime soon.....So Phro just back up nigga im done talkin.ill put my address up on site if ya really want beef nigga. |
d-rock
you makin your self look foolish lettin phrof get to you..... but at the same time your ass need to get a clue.... really at the same time aint shit you can do..... this is cypher not keystyles take that long as verse to another thread.... cause your just absorbing bullshit like water to bread..... your flow isnt that good either personally you need work... like phrof on the strip in vegas wit a mini skirt..... yes phrof your ass too thats why rock keep talking bout tissue.... personnally i think yall like eachother so work out yall issues... we can handicapp it three way battle slaughter you both at the same time... just like this cypher kill yall both wit thesame ryhme..... phrof you a bitch wannabe rock you a marc thinking he better than he is.... yall both an easy victory like an A+ for an alphabet quiz... |
Im cold hearted i put a coldsteel to ya head wit ease/
No need for trigga pullin nigga dead from da brain freeze/ How u gonna battle me and win with ease/ Ur rhymes like cheerleaders jus nuffin but a tease/ Prep cheerleaders leave a nigga cold to a shiver/ Clarity tries to show hot promise but is cold to deliver/ When have u ever see Rock get own/ Fuck wit me get pop and sent back home/ I'll pop u bitch laff my ass off cuz ya mom threw u out like old foil/ Nigga get dropped like game wit 50 cent for being disloyal/ Nigga u straight trash and my worst is better than wat ya got/ U wack no surprise like if 50 was to be once more shot/ Keep runnin ya mouth cuz i leave ya body broke down from the venom/ I'll shoot ya in da azz have u coughin up slugs wit blood mixed up in em/ If u think i'll give garbage like u my final script that aint sloppy/ U gon off some shit i leave ya wit the rough draft copy/ ANd the way u speak it clear i can tell u a bitch in a serority/ Ya voice aint bein herd like ol' school being a minority/ lol ohwell that shit was my third wackest post ever.....ohwell next ngga get at me |
naw i have to rip you son..i was being casual but you insist to try me...
your last verse was really weak i know you regreted to post it...... and you laready knew i would rip that shit in half and you know it.... damn you was on a role and had to blow it..i know you was ass but i didint think you would show it................................................ .............. lyrically im in first you always bringing up the rear............................... and everytime your girl ask to hit it from the back you shed a tear..... cause you had stitches there like ol boi from american history X... didnt want ya bois to find out so when u got released changed ya sex... im like headphone glued to ya ears...you feel my bass in your bones...... and since you like rock im send you bullets the size of gall stones......... you talkin cheerleaders and 50 line after line....... if you need new material son here just copy mind.... i terrorize you and have you shook like the town of jeepers kreepers..... your confused rollin wit a ja rule doll but wearin g -unit sneakers..... i'll throw ya ass away like a peel from my favorite fruit instead of bobbin ya head you drop ya pants when you here-drop it likes its hot from pharell and snoop....................... motionless actions niccah....your nothin to me..........dont look at me recored look at my words fuccah!!!!!!!!! |
~Took a look at your words and came to a conclusion~
~You know what... your shit is really quite amusing~ ~You want clarity look at your threats... their all hollow~ ~This shit isn't just hard to chew... its hard to swallow~ ~Your realizing that someone dope actually wrote you a rhyme~ ~Well im gona cut it off right here... bitch your a waste of my time~ |
Lyrical Clarity
Lyrical Clarity need to be smacked wit a lyrical tip/ You spit all that ish up into your script/ And most of those lines were even worth shit/ You actin like u can just rip me for fun/ But like foldin paper more than 15 times it cant be done/ I step on ya shitty rhymes like dog droppins/ Cutcha moms pussy up so u know i be choppin/ I'll come threw ya hood wit the 4 cromes moppin/ And clean ya clock boy better than the Enlish Girl Marry Poppins/ I aint scared when u run up cuz i know u be talkin/ Still runnin ya mouth even though the heat sparkin/ I stick feet in his mouth for runnin at da jaw talkin/ Before things jump up u know dis nigga be walkin/ He talks alotta talk better never do u see dis nigga walk/ He quick to back down leavin dust trials like chalk/ Nigga i burn blaze guns,while u toast glaze buns/ I blow more fire than a lighter wit sprayin raid son/ Only times ur rhymes smokin is when i put hot bullets in ya lung/ Then spit burned rhymes wit gun smoke on ya tounge/ So go ahead and try to roast and boast/ Cuz i'll leave more blood holes on ya, than u got dots on ya post |
again ,and agian.....
d-rock every verse you spit is starting to get weaker..... and if you have any tracks on wax i feel bad for the speaker.... i understand your skillz cause flow2 crazy must be your teacher... with flow crazy dick in ya mouth i know its hard for you to swallow... had to switched to your mouth cause after so much ass rappin ya rectum is hollow.. spread ya eyes apart so your perifial vision can get the big picture.. have you pist like when someone leaves jus a swallow in the kool aid pitcher... im defined as elegance your mediocer flow is non welcom in m comminity.... you the only dick sucka that has cum rash immunity..................... your not hot your shit isnt even worth readin........ flowcrazy you just need pussy to release some tension,but you need to sob the burn and the bleedin...... fuck both of yal come see me if you want more........ cause i'll pop you like they did pookie then strap you wit c4.......... |
Nigga last time............Drop it. Your more annoying that a lost dog that keep followin a nigga around. U bitch more than 50 cent nigga.And nigga quit runnin behind me cuz u berly shit. Plus im runnin out a toliet tissue for my ass nigga. So homeboy Just drop it and move on. I cant beleive u take dis shit seriously. Young Phrophecy........A true Internet Thug......Dont fuck wit him he just mite give u a PC virus or Fuck up ya Dial up Connection or somethin....and nigga plz shut up talkin like im in league wit dat nigga Young Mix or somethin.....just gave dude props which is somethin i dont think u'll be gettin anytime soon.....So Phro just back up nigga im done talkin.ill put my address up on site if ya really want beef nigga.[/QUOTE]
D-Rock If you didn't get it the first time, I'ma spit it in this line// that i don't gotta get you on the net, I GETS MINEZ// and if you wanna start trouble, come to where i stay at// lil christian ass bitch, i'll bring it were you prey at// and please understand that i will clap you// let me come to A-Town, find ya ass and jack you// for all you got and all you worth// The unwritten phrophecy, only one on earth// and this ain't beef, not even close son// if this was beef i wouldn't type it in posts! One!// Two, you ain't an actual contender// Lay ya keyboard down it's over....Surrender!~// Trust me man....Lyrical C. has nothing to do wit me and my operations...but just to let you know this is not beef and if you wanna make it that send me ya best and i'll send you mine and we'll compair... trust me god you don't want war with me... |
fuck your operations kidd you talkin war like you a soilder...
but in reality you get poped more than caps on coca cola.... pin point aim L C shoot through your molar break a wheel on one of ya kidds strollers came wit a hard verse then bitched up in your ending.... if you was real you would of put that shit in the begining saved us some time from readin your ryhme truthfully kidd you your own waste of time... do some homework stop rappin all together... go join the girl fight on brook valentines chain letter... phrophet your easily moved me and rock put ya ass in place.... you disrespecting jay-z stupid put in your own face.... you wanna compare real shit from your most explosive prewritten... just wait to be served like a restaurant customer sittin.... |
hmmmmm..... i been taken a few days off.... watching...... waiting to see who was gonna step up and drop some shyt.... ain't seen nothong impressive since ol boy that i got in my sig now.... i think omma go to the battle fields ... if any of y'all wanna come test the only dude who truly owns this thread just holla at me.....
i don't even wanna spit but i don't wanna be turned in for free posting so..... ya all wack step back dudes is trash food for cash hominy grits bombin these scripts! 6 lines....holla! |
fool claimin he aint seen nuttin yet, cuz he cant drop nuttin
witha Name like ill-grammatix, now we no u on sumtin you couldnt throw flamin bars if ya ass was a flame thrower you back in business ight, bein RVs lamest,wackest, rapper Said he been gone a few days watching, thas what u good at cuz u cant throw punches nor personals, shoulda neva came back you ownin this thread? yeah n the yankees won the world title you more phoney then Prophecy sayin he'za rappin ideal sit the fuck back cuz im takin over ya spot, wit mad rhymes all the time, aint nuttin u can throw that I cant reply, strait to the sky, Grammaitx livin lies, brooklyn lies. run ya ass over wita steam roller , give ya a flatbush ya suck wuss, 9-8 record sit down homie SHUUUUSSHH lol no hate jus got bored |
ima make this quick.....
you dont own this thread bitch we let you rent it.... now that you nolonger needed you feel you need to defend it.... reality is your yahoo spam and your box is over the limit..... you dont want any battles kidd that line was a gimic.... you talkin trash cause when we get it : your user name we send it... your a peter pan rapper to get a win you have to pretend it.... lol.......lamo....... |
oh no no, aint now way u dissin me u lil homo
back up, shut up, grab ya pen n paper, fo sho copy this diss cuz its better then w/e u can spit leave gaspin for air, like a asma attack, punk bitch peter pan punches, thas gay wtf clarity u kiddin me? one word for you "pathetic", stop usin walt disney! ya to baisc wit ya shyt, main me jus wanna vomit yea lyrics is like what ya said at the end "Lamo" stop it you from "the berries" so thas why ya rap game is fruity Ill leave ya spine in knots, cut ya tongue out, ya pussy Armada Da 187, wit bout 7 lines, easily crushed you got elevate by yourself, u in grammatix, stupid foo Ill round niggas like you up, brand u like us cattle dont reply to this diss again till you actually wina battle yea yea yea hit me ill hit back jus to ez |
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D-Rock If you didn't get it the first time, I'ma spit it in this line// that i don't gotta get you on the net, I GETS MINEZ// and if you wanna start trouble, come to where i stay at// lil christian ass bitch, i'll bring it were you prey at// and please understand that i will clap you// let me come to A-Town, find ya ass and jack you// for all you got and all you worth// The unwritten phrophecy, only one on earth// and this ain't beef, not even close son// if this was beef i wouldn't type it in posts! One!// Two, you ain't an actual contender// Lay ya keyboard down it's over....Surrender!~// Trust me man....Lyrical C. has nothing to do wit me and my operations...but just to let you know this is not beef and if you wanna make it that send me ya best and i'll send you mine and we'll compair... trust me god you don't want war with me...[/QUOTE] OMg nigga u gettin worser by the hour/ Fagget ass nigga to sweet boy u too sour/ And im tired of hearin ur mouth and spit/ Nigga come down south u aint gon do shit/ Only thing u gon be grippin his a dick in ya hand/ Nigga u aint go jack me u just jackin ya man/ You tryna bang a nigga as if he just dropped da soap/ Nigga become catholic confess ya lyin ass nigga u dont need a pope/ And if i put my keyboard down its to get my guns up/ Im the barber u da single hair on a head about to be pluck/ Nigga u annoyin u get no respect and cash/ Bitch nigga so borin get hit wit the tech in bag/ Young i may seem holy but thats just a Fasad/ Still aint no reason for u to consider me Ya God/ Check wat da nigga had to say on his shit talk/ I'll be sprayin at da nigga feet and make him crip walk/ Listen homboy i dont ever surrender/ Im ya executioner Fuck bein ya contender/ Realize not even in hell im the one u cant beat/ Just like chapple i turn your rhymes into a toilet seat/ U like a first time period.......bled for 5 days and lookin pethedic/ And im tired of going easy on u and being sympthetic/ Homeboy i'll leave u stiff so conductors can run trains on you/ And u just smoke spliffs so ya niggas can conduct a train on you/ Ya moms a 1 dollar hoe...I seen her on the Dollar menue/ Im a fake doctor that'll inject venom in you/ And im tired of u on my ass tryna keep alive an issue/ Nigga just Go to 11017 Sissa RD if ya bitch ass wanna continue/ Nuff said. U say u gonna come to the A and jack me/ Down here we do play so i dare u to smack me/ I'll have so many red dots on ya face... like u a white boy wit acme/ Nigga go on wit ya life and stop tryna get at me/ Nigga just quit. Im tired of dealin wit u and ur sorry life. if u post again going at me and i aint da person above u..homie im just gonna straight ignore u cuz to tell u da truth nigga that shit is truly pethedic...i got better thing to do than to worry about some bitch ass mu fucka that keeo cryin cuz his feelings got hurt. So im out nigga let me be. Ups to everybody else and keep doing yall thang on RV |
first you havta learn how to spell!
stay in school...cuz ya skills LOWER.THEN hell with played WIT i slay a D-bitch THINK YOU HOT? CHECK the LINKS..U NOT . .BLAH........ILL-G.POST UP...WE CAN ROAST EACHOTHER |
Homie u walked the crooked path better then Elton John
Get my dick out ya mouth cuz it aint gon be no meltin john Talkin bout spell check look at da word wit Homie though he spit hard 6 lines but was mushy like shit Let me tell you that Daz u old rap so casual When ya blood start drippin i bet your ass so cold We can play like pilgrims so nigga sit down at da table Im ya daddy nigga so im the leader of ya stable And homie i dont think u a man with heat And chop u up my nigga give ya mans ya part Pull ya tounge out ya neck like Vin Deisel Man apart And i think i got a Target signs on me they way niggas be playin Makin nigga lay low as if i was sprayin And i'll terroize your nigga call it a hostage situation Make ya ugly ass look so dumb so u'd have to resort to hostile masterbation Nigga i aint got no problem with u,...... so we can be like crew to night But fuck wit me wrong, i'll send banannas to ya face........ as if we was havin a food fight |
how the fuck ya goin to "diss and make up?"/
shit's impossible like ya "crackhead mom gettin her weight up"/ even with a "plate up" she look like an "ethiopian belly scratcher"/ d-rock "desperate" like "wives" his name is "terri hatcher"/ look... ya Rapperz happy level is 0 percent/ with 0 health he's crying " this space here is for rent"/ you a vent all you want but you'll never touch the "gifted"/ you could have john's "legend" and never "get lifted"/ ordinary people don't battle they "cheer"/ but since ya skills are "cloroxed" there's "nothing to see here"/ why you throwin bananas this aint "donkey kong"/ i stay with my game "cubed" i fuck girls 3-d with my "donkey shlong"/ i'll yell "get the table" and lodge splinters in ya back/ and impale metal to your frail scale to send shivers through ya rack/ tell ya grandma stop wildin sayin "you can't hold me"/ gangsta in the buffet talking "you don't know me"/ |
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