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You chillin out at lunch while i'm out here "feelin~ya~spouse"
Yo homey break time is over finish "buildin~my house" I'm done dissin you homey, hey listen though cuz "Paco~Smells" Aren't you employee of the month this week at "Taco~Bell"? No Offense. |
Ever since school we know kemistrys lame
Your grafix contain shit from a videogame It's a shame your rhymes can't hang Come back when you come up wit a new name |
who the fuck the only truth man i'll shoot at you
i past and hit u fast then u in my rearview i tear thru weak, bitch ass emcees just like you u betta switch fast and change your career too cause i'll destroy everything that crosses my way im the boss today u looking confused like u lost ur way the cost u pay will be ur death written by Bonafide when im finished with u it will be worst than genocide take u out quick like im a sniper on the roof man u suck at this and thats the only truth |
this doode think he bonafide or even genuine//
but i'm sorry ta say there are many kids wishin and ya still waitin in line// tryin ta rhyme ya sound like a foo who always speaks in first person view// bonafide wanna rhyme bonafide gotta line bonaifde should tink of committing suicide// cuz everytime i waste mah time readin ya lousy raps i wonder if he could read a sign that sez ya should think first before ya spit a verse// |
kid ill dismantle ya jaw, leave hangin by tissues,god bliss you
and when i say this, believe im saying...no one will miss you Send ya ass back to Meico, sorry but i just see you as meihoe You have good flow? nah, must be the sink running behidn you yo. im ill wit it,quick to hitcha wit it, leave ya wig splitted,once i spit it Ill have you jockin my dick...like football players fuckin wit there pen-is.lol |
yo intro,..... aka Ken 'Pho//
empty a clip and leave one in your TEMPO//(temple) the pump i lift will have you slump yo// your barz trash so leave them in the dump yo// i'm a playa in this game so respect the gamers// ain't nothin new but i leave niggaz shocked like electric chambers |
I can sense the inexperience, this kids got a young flow
so he can go down easy like traits of a dumb hoe |
another nigga that want it listen...
your career will be abolished come back and do it twice// throw your ass up aganist the wall like three dice// |
young flow you L D stooge
its a six line minimum to get you screwed now im not trying to be rude at least not enough to ruin my mood im just hinting at something you need to do that involves school and numerical rules you can even use your fingers as tools isnt that cool i hope you have ten but if you dont then use your friends its a simple message im trying to send before im out, just next time you post make sure you can count |
Start-over the game//Implant grenades//Tear apart-posers-in-shame//
A-new-hope faces me//Then shakes worse than coasters-on-trains// Don't know if he supposed-to-play tough//All his plans'll stay-crushed// Only way ya blow in the game//Oscillating fans near you gray-dust// Makin your flows so basic//They got no flavor//So trust-it's-tasteless// It's more evident-to-see//Than videotape-pics//From-big safe-hits// Do everyone a favor//Grab ya flashy cubics//Get out-of-the-game// Talk to ya council-again//Why ya identity amounts-to-slim change// |
Wow.
That Was The Most Gibberish Ive Seen In A While. If You Consider That Dope. . . . .............Then Its Better Off Being Seen In a Vile! Your Childs Play,You Should Come With a Burger An Fries! Who Ever Heard Of This Guy?...Really,Who Ever "HEARD oF THis GUY!?!" lol. What Ever You Gotta Do To Elevate,Please Take Time,Vote an Pickin! Cuz Sum How Droppin These Lines Was Like Masturbation.... .................................................T he Way Im Chokin This Chicken! |
Dude said Oscillatin'
there ain't no debatin here's yo lyrical bitch slap thanks for waitin'. John Deere will set it on fire just started but you already retired I drop my shit n leave trademarks offa my John Deere tires. Leavin yo ass cooked like some au gratin time to bring it well mayne its been broughten another chump left in the creek shit happens way too often. :shoot: |
^Lol@Ur Sig!!!....DOPe!
Is It A T-Shirt Like That? ............. Blah,Your A Whore Waitin To Get Pimp Smack'd! Get Back.. ..Before I Cut This Herb Down To Size Like a Nic Sack! Yurp! Like The Way I Flipped that,Sorta Str8 Off Tha T.I...P Of My Mind. So You Should Walk Back 2 Where Your From...While I walk on Ur Spine! Your Nuthin..Finish Your Last Verse an Drop it! The only Time You Have Your Drops take Off...If They Were Strapped To a Rocket! |
off the tip of ur mind heh? no wonder that shit is wack.
this is highskool allover again, and u stuck way in back. sniff away on a permanent marker u found in ur locker. i aint trying to diss kid, but ur style is old and that no shocker. permanent maker is wasting away ur brain with a rocket ship. get a good grip before u trip. u might slip tryin to limp like u hip. u cant teach an old dogg new tricks so i might be wasting my time. u couldnt get a descent rhyme if some1 carved it in your mind. :/ |
throw lines i dence ur minds most desgne ryhme my flows divin right cuss i get the bitch wit one line a night 5 bitch sum up 5 nights 25 bitchs thats about right
you dont compare to sin i strip ur brain bear and shit all ur bars is equal to a-boitic shit im ironice wit a mic my shits fly like a phonxie wit no wings im the king of ideas and word rote 95 theses and made the world listin put u in my mind set and ur ass proably b trippin iim to fuckd up to be stable my brain process to fast like cox digital caple i ant in a stance to dance wit god im daceing wit bullits i crazy put the gun to my head have u pull it just to c god peace im tired dog |
its hard 2 follow a crapy structure. expecial one as yours.
i think i can get more sense out of two drunkin whores. i dont even have 2 diss u, basicly u diss ur fuckin self. sayin that u tired as u take the 12 gauge of the shelf. yea ill pull the trigger and put u out of ur fuckin pain. id be in pain 2 if i came up with rhymes like that in my brain. shit take me to an instatution im crazy cus of ur verse. ive seen lots of ppl come out at the bottom u be the worst. u cant diss me, because u just a motherfuckin new-b kidd. get some fuckin rhymes before i close u like a lid. (to a jar or bucket or somethin) we should throw u in the ocean and call u a rapverse reject. ur not givin respect it has 2 be earned, but with rhymes like.... tha what do u expect. |
Damn scanz was your shit planned
you sound madd like the killer in summer of sam its to bad you live by the river inside a beat up van using your hands to eat liver cuz you cant afford spam fanned by your farts your dinner is half a pop tart dissing you is a work of art -helping you is getting your van to start since im not helping let me stop, your sisters whelping her cherries popped, ciggerete tobacco is your cash crop you try selling it to hobos who shop in your lot but living in the park after dark attracts the cops ok yo i gotta go, this crack rock in my sock is late for delivery to your pops he prefers this slow to his usual shots or drunken ordeals with male cocks best thing is if im there within ten he lets your mom give me head that aint pretend i can suck your mom dry of that tity milk so your baby brother dont get fed Then i shit on her face and ask your dad to clean that |
to scanz ----fuck this kid who a new b ----
in ethical reasons im rectifyed as alive in words// i died in my flesh and in my soul my emcee emerged// u got a mintue to pray befor secounds you die// 125 post dont make ur emcee ryhmes fortifyed // 1 lost no wins// put u beneath the bed rocks liying wit all ur sin's// ur skills inadequate for battlen me //i damage ur cells in ur thoughts befor i even speak// im unmaderate to lyrical and just sick /opperate on ur bodys flesh wit my dinner to pick // im sin-cear wit flows it means o deep/// fuck scanz 12 bars left his grand kids week // haha wat no about me nata kid try dissing me again wit ur little punch lines and kidie multis tel me that dint make sence |
Finna to get real ugly like your bald mamma's mug
i jumps outta nowhere, you like what the fug messed you up, gay dudes like to sex you up does yo momma still dress you up, sorry I stressed you up john Deere mafia harder than mike's lemonade and leave yo ass forgotten like Farm Aid! |
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dunno why u here sin-cear if u cant take a simple diss, its called diss the PERSON ABOVE U cypher. u think u was gettin away with out urs. lol. go home 2 ur momma.
ps. ur shit made sense its just a pain in the ass to read that shit. and ur punches..... fell more like mosquito bites... work on that *brushes shoulders off and walks away* u need :help: |
Who's next?
Gonna take a lot more of what chall got to rattle me
who gon' be the next rooty poo to battle me JDM constantly slayin them my rhymes heavy weight before I'm sayin em poppin ya collar while i poppin my knuckles go on n give me some chuckles cuz John Deere will laugh in yo face real big like then I go n quit the rap game, oops sike! http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e...trekrocking.gif |
here u go scanzz haha
suck free emcees allows behind me// ur just scard cuss i got to lyrical in my last ryhmeing// the last shit u rote wasnt even -a flow// i do u like game didg-unit and fuckin run u off death row// all brush my shoulders of like hov and take the hole game// cuss ur ryhmes is fucked up like nas and j join to one name // the hole rv noes my flows smell sick // thats y u dint replie wit a ryhme u cus u a bitch u ridin on dicks// |
hahahhahaha
u laugh off shit that lyricly aint 2 be lauged about. damn u went lyrical in ur last shit, i can cough that shit out. u make 8 lines, bitch thats like one of my nieces lil rap. she can help u fill in the gaps. basicly u rhymes just crap. and when u try and diss me again, learn 2 spell bitch. dont be blamming ur computer and shit saying its a glich. u really need to learn how to use that fucking abbreviation. and take that dildo out ur ass cus its not one of vibration. go on a long vacation, so u can ease ur frustration. and come back to see i blew ur foundation 2 vegatation. so congratulations on trying to fix your structure. and bitch to RV we flywieghts are the infrastructure. *brushes off shoulders and continues his way.* |
To tha both of yallz - - -
Both yallz styles is whack dont mean jack tryina come on hard like Shaq attack. I'm John Deere the honkey whitebread to fear i got cornfed crackerz to tha front n tha rear. I'd love to be the one who left tractors on yo back cuz yall had to be tha one but the mafia's strikin back! Then you like http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e...lez/killed2.gif |
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Thats All Good & Well...Now Stop n Gimme 10 Jumpin Jacks Cause I'll Put Cracks In Ya Back Faster Than Fallin' Acrobats I'll Take It Back To The Bat...Bring Tha Dope Like Darryl... [strawberry] Only Time You On The Mic 4 Money ..............................You Prolly Sung A Christmas Carol Check My Apparel..Tephlon, Hoodie On, Stayin' Fresh On The Ave Protect Ya Chest... ....I Got Mags That'll Have Ya Vest Lookin Like U Play 4 The Cavs Leakin Red, I'm Seekin Head....But Please Dont Puck Those Lipz.. Gotta Nine Thats A ''Tighter-Squeeze''.. ................................................Th an Trynna Fuck Hoes Tits Run Yo Shit...Back Up Court, Abort Ya Verse...Take Time & Rehearse.. Only Time U'll Have A ''Star Tag'' On Ya Head Is Sportin CONVERSE |
last call for "grafhyall" to back off
and head for da back door before I.G. leaves ya ass half mauled and hack-sawed... seen ya drop...and frankly, that's da last straw "straight raw?" i can't recall a kat or rap that flawed! |
LD Right on top of me,
The pyramids upside down, cant you see, Yous a strait elton who thinks you tough, women step to you, then you go jack off, You con your shit off people who know what they doing, Your mom smacks you for the life your persuing, One, im out this cats merdered for life, By the way, thats not a dildo, is a kinfe... |
son ur bars r weak bitch niggas like u pull ur skurts up in da streets/me u can't beat so don't inherit dis beef/i put u 6ft. under in a perminent dirt sleep/i hold dis down underground king uncrowned/dis aint no game cuz like t.i. i'm da king of dis rapverse town!!
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I'ma threaten-this-guy with inevitable weapons-and-knives!/
So kid you better be protecting-ya-eyes cause honestly I don't have you rep you to say you ain't FN-with I! |
As lousy as his avy he cudnt even reach the max
burning his candle so fast that his trials r wax i wiggle my fist up ur behind see y u shaking it bitch with no rec to be known,4k u..im breaking it his punches cudnt be harder than his pops between u so morbid my punches need no think 2 c u within he plays lines hi-tec that he even laffs at himself .........you just 1 of the many i hate to see no wonder peeps wunt diss ya cos in conclusion u's stealth |
Its funny...Hows this bitch even gonna attempt to diss?
round here you dont ''cut it''... ..........................................Like usin' a Urinal to piss Each time you Miss...so theres no point 'Standin on attention' I'd tell you to ''Cum Get it''.. ....................................then you start demandin Penetration My rhymes an astoundin' dimension, I'll make your Mind Propell.. After this you'll only wanna ''fuck with yourself''.. .................................................. .&end up losing a brain cell (masterbation) Your name tells...me nothin about you...But your Songs-do. Only props niggas ever givin you is ''thats a tight thong-boo'' I just might own-you...Have you like a pakistani Wife.. cause your chained to my sink..And suckin my dick for LIFE. |
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Grammatix is back-at-it...& talkin that Cheap shit.. Rhymes like a Fad on the charts.. ...................................Your just a ''Week - Hit'' (weak) When I speak...Rich, I back it up & laugh to the Bank.. then I go whoop ya ass in a battle.. ......................................And all you do is sayThanks Cause you appreciated This FLAWLESS Flow, we all know that unless your shopliftin Chappelle dvds, You aint ''stealin the show'' I'm appealin to most...the others are just bad blooded brothers You spit on the mic and your soundin like Lil Romeo covers... rappin on some A,B,C shit...Talkin about a girlfriend... the day you maul on the mic is like lost australians .........................................Cause the world-ends. (I know the world doesnt actually end, but I think youll understand the pun lol) |
te odio si señei
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leave the dead alone, r.i.p big pun/ i see u on the block sleepin so i loaded my gun/ i ain't even on stunt, i eat niggaz like u for fun/ so yeah i may be the size of big pun/ i'll atl stump u in that ga state/ we know u ain't got no hoes, cuz u masterbate/ its ur fate to get ate/ leave u served on the plate/ i'm greedy u got ate up and the plate got scraped. whats really hood
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Ya styles whack...shit would of even been played out awhile-back
ssayin your nice, didnt your mom ever teach you deniles - crack? Meanin...it aint good to ''shoot''...even if its only at the Lips... I'ma leave you like ''punked out rockers'' Jeans.. .................................................. ........and have you 'ripped' just one punch is like a crip and blood mixed in a fight cause ya ''black n blue'' facin that a lil' RED light.... My spit games tight...yours is the equivelent of a bucket.. gun talk? nah, You stickin ya dick between your legs and sayin you ''Tuck-it'' I spray...you duck-it, and run ''cross-country'' back to 'Chi'.. After this ya visions empeared like Tyson went & Smacked-ya-eye. |
you live your life on the net, 2004 and still garbage...
ud probably spit blood b'for ud ever spit hardshit.... homie, you need surgery, ur structure look broke... u probably wouldv won more votes if you would've choked... ur not worth the time and effort, 30 to16 and still a vegtible... go play dungeons & dragons and leave this shit to a profecional... |
LOL ^
Shiiiit....Thats 'Raw Proof' that you aint 'Knockin' no bitch Out.. I asked ya to 'Drop bars' & U didnt know wtf I was talkin about you claim to be an MC?...I've battled Phatter kids For Burgers & Fries youd be better 'Servin' at maccie D'z...and slingin them Hot apple pies cos Lord knows you aint droppin a hot thing Unless it burns ya hand When it comes to punches.. ........................Your hollerin at pilots so you can 'Learn To Land' The gun'll Jam...so your still as 'Rocks'...when you should just RUN... I'mma hit each leg...Now your lookin like your Steven Hawkins son.. This nigga aint gon' come...correct...he prolly usin a Vacuum... your evidence.... ......That anyone will pick up a mic soon as they hear a Rap-Tune. |
that was nice, but u hit wit PUNCH-lines like u quadraplegic...
heres a napkin....just hold on to it...you gonna need it.... cus if you could spell...then maccie D'z could probably sue you... but you dont need spell check in dungeons & dragons do you... and why u stu..stutter so much...u think thats bumpin son?... shiiiiet you probably really do battle for hot fries and number 1's... so quit shouting for attention, like that fitted...you out of place... go out and play wit other little jits your age... u ol' grand pa' of rapverse.com ass niiiiigggaaaahhhh.lol. |
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Dude can see a stutter online?...But cant seem to SEE One rhyme... dissin me then says I'm nice?... ..............................Next he'll be wantin to borrown this PunchLine You can crunch-mine, swallow it or spit, you still aint gonna rip 'em.. Cos i'm the rap Jordan, and you comin 'shorter' than scottie pippen You can catch me dippin, old ass chevy, but its still sittin on Daytona When I rhyme... .....................Your just ''happy to see me'' like you get a Gay-Boner If I say I'll ''Own-ya''...youd better sign ya life and hand it over... I'm like YOUR HEAD!.. I annoy ya, you hate me, but ya cant brush me off your shoulder. |
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