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this kids sig claims to be "crip" so son you'll be hurt
ill make ya own gang kill ya cuz the "blood" on ya shirt you wanna to put out a tape but that shit wouldnt sell cuzin this herb wanted to impersonate d12 but couldnt spell dozen (OH!) |
Here cuz another nigga,talkin his shit,Yeah my sig say im a big bad crip,stayin true ta mighty blue wat ever i do,and if i do have blood on my shirt,its because i broke ya girl in and left her in da dirt and left some nut on her shirt,Ya baby girls found out that sex for da first time,really does hurt,So shut ya mouth boy,cuz u aint speakin no prophet,and D12 is great,but i dont need they name to make a profit,matter afact,u probely just some ugly fat white kid that had idea to rap when he was takin a piss,cuz he dick acted like john Cena,Saying u cant See this
Mighty Blue till i die and yall know its Da Dirtyest Nigga in da game so ya best to reconize |
Dirty D:
lets clean you up first, so your fit to even confront me. trips over words like hurdles. but drops a decent one muh-monthly. his commas mark his despair, and they come every single rhyme. a dope beat program, audio comes on rainy days that make his shingles chime. like without a paddle, ill make this fedal mine. hes simple calculation. loves his witty words, they dont come often so its one vowle per patient. hes the type thats honored that a fem like me took the time to key. the kind that laughs when hes dissed, well these text are even crime to see. people say their ticked n pissed bout herbs in RV, well im the first to furious. have em sticken cotton balls on wounds committed, as i would worth two periods. Erm lates. |
lol u play wit malfuctioning heaters?..now time 2 get heated
coz ma body fully fuctioning n bound just ta keep yo ass seated N i bet ya like ta keep fit wit weights stunnin ya back ..im more of n olympic dude..coz im always runnin da tracks u heard of yo yos??.. coz im always cummin back n tiein ya arteries like a heartattak |
blackwell...lol...where do I begin...//
u record match my height..get it u only 5 n 10// You fuckin wit tha grimmiest men...tryin ta snake my lines// take off runnin track star... cuz im a take my time// ta break ur spine...You dont want no part of that// leave you stone cold like steve austin...fuck a heart attack..// :nono: U 2 far for a gat..plus you wanna know if im fit// :shocked: you dont wanna battle....you just wanna use ur lips ta straddle my dick...faggot..// :hump: so fuck a blackwell...u more booty than black tail// my auto will leave u wit slow drips so call my tooly .. maxwell...(like tha coffee..fuckoh!!) |
how you gonna act gansta use'n smilies then talking bout gats,
we all know ya like santa, happy when you got little boys in ya lap, boss of boss's??...guess that makes you king of the losers..right? empire to ya back,is the only time ya hear.. .................................................. ...."damn 'steel' you ass is tight", you lack kid, your so ignorant bout your own wack style n drops, that verbal abuse dropped...but like the soap you jus did'nt stop, your kind has past kid, i see you frontin like you drop hot or something, your name states it itself....ya cold, stiff, n really aint worth nothing, |
Ayo, Check,
Dog U Laughin When I Poke Ya Tummy, PILSBERY DOUGH BOY ... You Like Watered Gravy U So "Runny", Im Tha Real McCoy ... I Gotta You Runnin You Need Tha Excersise Honestly Its Tru ... Muscles Are Unheard Of, U So Fat Your Legs Cova Ya Shoes ... (OOH) You Like Yo' Fav Biscuits Cause You "Crumble" Under "Force" ... "Stars Wars" Couldn't Afford Light "Savers" U Used Da Torch ... |
weak n lame, kid hope you intend on seekin a better game,
ya your from "great" britain but ya talents not the same, here ill speak in your L,ANg-U-'aG'e, jus so ya get the words, cause your shit is only large when compaired to rabbit turds, true words-play n complexity may confuze ya n cuff ya boy, nuff said...like your only audio..you were easy to distroy ^^lol,i shoulda came harder but w/e now if you don't get the wordplay don't say shit like that was weak man,punches did'nt hit man... fuck ya'll need ta do your fuckin research on peeps b4 you drop.....most of ya'll are barely ryhmin...... |
Your One To Giving Lessons, Should Take A Viewers Spot,
Try To Teach Someone, N See How Fast You'd Get Mocked' Kid Go And Find A Forum To Help You And Just Sit N Listen Cuz You Judge Others, But Really You Need The Criticsm Im Nice With Scripts Gimmie A Pen And Ill Ignite The Shit, Thats How To Rhyme, Not Words With A Hyphen In It! |
bitch all unsript your spits cuss you so call them bizzar and tight shit //
all i got to do is grab the mic and releace a peace or mind to leave you illitrate// he's trying to go religis with that cristicsm// when he woultn'd no the means of the word "ism"// all rip you better then i ripped your boo// your so fake we can see strate throw you// |
nigga it aint even bout me, spittin these bars, heres a life time scar
u know me im they general, the tanks up in da garage so u 0-8 its funny how u still standing i spit a earthquake, thatll end ya creer that im demandin i could take apart ya flesh and leave wit jus ya bones im in da zone chrome 44, to da side of ya dome |
how this jigga boo talking about me when his own record be 7 lost's//
talkin about me isnt ony going to repsher your brain but your skull // i get you more easyer and plesent then the summer time fall// this dued cant with stand the man that lies with in him hes gods first sin// all rip your verous befor ever spitin// |
Nigguh I Dont Know About 'APOPLEXY'..But My Rhymes'll Give U EPILEPSY...
When I'm Thru U Gon Be Kickin n Screamin Like ''Momma, Look What Shotta Did-Ta-Me.!!'' Man Ya Flow Was Garbage, U Didnt Even Rhyme... Here Lemme Help U, I'ma Leave Ya ''SKULL'' Full Of Shots For Comittin Verbal CRIME.. If U Hear *Click Clack* Then Run Cause Thats A SIGN... It Signals I'm Comin, Steady Gunnin...U Couldnt Even ''Bang'' To A Beat If U Was 'DRUMMIN'... Man 0-8? ..I'd Give Up If I Was You.... Ya Record States U 'SUCK' An Your Occupation Does Too...!!! Upppin ^ |
Hey shotta how was school i believe it was ur 3rd day,
Can't call my style elemtary...when ur in the 3rd grade, Yet again u bump ur own shit like u started to masturbate, Stays for a after class so he can have a Maths-Debate, Thinks he's respected but the truth he has Mass-hate, U'll get cut up and buried in many places like a mass-grave, Ur lyrics are loose like ur shoe lace u trip and ur face dips in ur tray, Not a good start to ur school mate...and it's even ur birthday, It's a shame ur verse puts my ears in pain not only that but they lame, More self-glory than a commercial this verse is over...no game, |
How I Know This WANKSTARShit Gon' Try Come At Me?..
Man Fuck This Lame... Ayo, Somebody Better Tell The 'Taker' To Open The Herse.. I'ma Bury This Bastard In One Simple VERSE... Maaan, Its Funny, U Claim You GANGSTAR, But Only Thang You 'Packin' Is A PURSE... I Achieved More Propps In This Bar Than U Would In Like ah 150 CONCERTS... Its Kinda Funny How You'd Mention 3rd GRADE.. Cause U Gettin Fucked Over n 'PLAYED' Like A French-Maid (French-Maid Porn I Was Referring Too) Maaan Every Diffrent Day Its The Same Old GANGSTARSHIT.. You Thinkin You A Thug n Ridin On My Dick.. Bitch You Aint Nothin But A WANNABE... This Beef Wont Never End So Holla n Tell Me What The Fuck Its Gonna-Be? |
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