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its all good, I pissed people off in the past, coldsteel just mad cuz I wont jack-off on his ass/
but thats typical, when you deal wit a simple individual, see I rap on the norm, you just performin a ritual/ see I'm sicker when I spit, flip a trigger wit a slick rubber grip for which----ever motherfucker talkin shit/ verbal abuse? how dare you use that word in the booth...oh I get it, ya moms heard now she's encouragin you/ peep my life, see what the real murderers do, cop a new whip from the burbs...the insurance is you/ trust-fund motherfuckers |
check this wack kid... Man leave tha cypher ya gon' get flattened n' slammed.. Nobody gives a shit bout ya trust fund, herb... So go back to the bank.. ya vexed n in pain, man, like sex on a plane, ill leave ya wearin n fucked up sure ya got some lines kid.. but i gotta ask... where is ya structure??! one |
have you pleadin and startin to beg/
the best part of you ran down your mothers leg/ look at you fat ass stomach is a keg/ dont tempt me im far from reg./ i dont battle like this i like rap the most/ i never sucked this bad.....but wait i did it for the post/ |
Sole, by the time im finished u b shook n alone
ur days of postin' over, i'll run you over in ma rover writin raps jus for posts, im ashamed, 2 me u'll neva get close an Mc who writes to rep skill, not jus to pretend that he's ill posts get u far, but not over the bar respect and rhyme, get ur name cemented in time so fall back lil bitch kiss the ring this aint lord of the rings but y'all........its da return of da king |
that gun in ya sig yea it look like plastic/
when i got the mic you call my ass drasick/ bitch im fanstastic/ b ready for an ass kick/ cause im da pullin cards boy and i got last trick/ your not exclusive your just a burnt wick so go back to fields and start that cotten pick your just a rotten dick. |
diss tha person above..how could I?When there aint nobody above me//Its ugly.....esp. when You tryin ta mug me//"CUZ" "B"//7-4 ta tha world blow..gangstas really love me//im a BOSS an you from daytona how you gonna
slug me?//JUDGE ME!!!...Im battle joe blow an Next You, Me//Im real in these streets...you Suburban like an S.U.V.// :gfy: -ColdSteeL :shoot: (real gangstas peep game..) |
*so go back to fields and start that cotten pick*by-lilrenegade89
what tha FUCK!?!...I hope YOU aint white// :nono: the rappin version of jim crow..im bout ta make this a political fight// You an each individual right// dont ever make jokes about slavery...you an your pitifull sight// :cussing: how could you play bout a struggle..say what you say bout our scuffle// turn hustle...now you want more atttention..well here it is BITCH!!..you got more troubles!!! -ColdSteeL :shoot: (I hope you aint no white boy poppin shit like that!!) :shoot: |
all apoplexy your none complex texted infront of the computer
srink your lyricys in to none seeable shit your so wack that nigga's jack off to your soft downy ryhmes my mind to ill to spit agains so magnificent that the pope cant unsript the clips i spit out the moth i'm a self rapper a self ripper strat sniper thats maken holes in chest with spontaneous flows that make a hoe look cilly your forsook of a pill of me |
you from NO WHERRE and ur punches go no wherre
you wack and its so bare and u post herre with no fear? i'ld listen to "your shit"..but sorry the smell is terrible you rip yourself? i'ld sticky this to a new parable putting you face in a oven to turn black aint smart i bet u white cos often y'all spit like bitches got a brain fart the only way this phony gets head is by watching porn stars he so ugly he drives pussy away..i give u my cum to paint bars (asin to make his bard more beautiful) |
Ayo ... Yvonne that Ya Name ... For Real ...
Ya Need To Go Back Coz Yah Got A Bad Deal ... Imma Pop This Bitch, Askin If I Smell Tha Glock ... Nah...But Why Dun U Get Down N Smell Ma Cock ... I Dunno But I Think That Its Sumfin That Ya Like ... Maybe I'm Wrong But Im Prolly That Much Of Ya Type ... Wun Thing Im A Dude And Yo' Ass Must Be A Dike ... Freestyle'd ... No Hate though ... P E A C E ... |
This dude Shackles rhymes like crap, everybody knows why//
Cause he stays locked in chains, like his name implies// Forget lie, imma give you some words of the wise// Just walk away from this battle while you still have you life// Just take the advice, your not perfect...too far from I// Because being a good rapper is your only vice// The Lonely type, listen you should fear me aiight// Cause your career smaller than the body of "head lice"// I keep ice, bright enough to blind head lights// You have "one chance" to use your brain, mutha fucka think twice// |
Ayo, Check,
I See Your Short Of A Brain~cell Or Two Dats An Understatement ... Your Da Type To Fail Your Exams An Lodge in Yo' Parents Basemant ... Your A Discrase~Man, Where Were U When They Was Handin Out Skillz ... Prolly Countin How Many Times I Could Merk Yo' Ass, Belive Me I Will ... Your Sructure Is More Fucked Then Yo' Mum And Shit That's Bad ... Before Your Battle Ery1 Shouts "Finish Him" Like In Mortal Kombat ... Coz They Knew It Was Ova Before It Even Started like You Rappin Career ... They asked Who Wants To Be Tha Lil Bitch Ery1 Beats On U Volunteered ... Edit: This Diss was For Monsta |
fuck this shit...I heard ur rhyme.. promo wrote it//
throwin a punchline is worthless cuz my rhymes are homophobic.... :shocked: (thats tha only way you'll win....) |
talkin about homophbic .well you really stuck to due's dick like sticky pads// have this bitch so scard he'll start his rag//
put really steel to the face of this white boy// cuss he a cheeda bob decoy// |
slicin ya wrist with some razor blades//
so i suggest ya bring ya crew// cuz i got grenades for ya gay brigades// and i know u a fag// ill bing sweet just like minute maid// dressin in ya drag// got ass fucked so now u got AIDS// my flow bring tha heat time for rukus to burn this page// |
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