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i spit fire like mario,
and your game is older thn atarii hoe, ill puy a red bean to yuor eye like cylops from x-man, and this pink eye yo caint get rid of with eye drops(damn) you gotta 12 and 3 recorsd and still spit shit, eminem even said the new kids suk alot of dick, __________________ |
Toast Most Ghost
I Just Got A Post! |
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suckin dick,ya mom is tha greatest at it.. leave this "Queer" strecthed on tha "Block" like a Parade of faggits... like makin pasta,tha shells im "Dumpin" u mih condoned son cus me n ya mom was :hump: 'n bitch i sufficate u,like u was layin n mih trunkman.. wiin i throw mih fist up,like u signed ta jordan u "Jumpman" 9 leave u with a echo,like a concert of pepl with no show.. thinkin u can fuck with me thas a BIG :nono: |
This ''New Kid On The Block'' Sucks Alot Of ''Dick'' (Haha)..
Chokin On The ''Cum'' Is The Only Time You'll Ever Be ''Sick''.. Look At This Boys ''Flow''... He Wouldnt Be ''Shit'' Even If He Blew It Out His ''Asshole''.. This ''Kid'' Couldnt ''Rhyme'' Even If I Took Him To ''Nursery''... You Gon Be ''Reminded'' Of This Day When U See My Name Like An ''Anniversery''... I Murderd You n Didnt Even Brake A ''Sweat''... While U Sittin There Watchin My ''Texts'' WiTh Ya Ass ''Soakin WET''..! |
I jus Shotaboy for runnin out from right under me//
Prince of the "Souf"? can't spell but still thinks he's a G// Nice bit first line, musta took all gad damn day to write// I bring a semi to this fight an you bring a swis army knife// You ain't got nothin to battle with, ya record's like mine with bigger digits// I battle with the towerin rap pro's, all you battle is lil midgits// |
''riddle-me-that'' [ha] ur ''kiddin-me-kat''...../
nigga thinks hes gangster with his ''little-key-raps''...../1 this ''guys-straight?''[ha...okay]............................ we think hes from australlia the way he ''tries-mates''...../2 [faggot] his wins always stay at 3 like ''tri-states''...../ quit actin like u can rap ...this pussy is still only a ''fly-weight'',..../3 |
you a whack ass rapper dont even approach me,
i asked your gurl and she said you good with your tounge just like yoshii, i gootaa rap slow and read you the words so you can get an image, the last time you took a hit was when you got the ball at your grade school scrimage, on the inrenet im fabouloius, im for real, but in real life ill leave you with a foubouls grill, |
dog dat shit is very weak/
everyone in here wins off your ass a defeat/ u gotta rap slow cauze your ass is retarded/ ur a free win so your ass is a target/ damn u rap like a girl ill call u margret/ |
thuglife, you aint no thug, you got no life...
couldnt call you slick and sharp if yuo were a butter knife... this kid only posted 5 lines.. read the rules kid... could open yas mind if it had a openable lid... styling on pac... that niggas already dead... i coem with 2pacs of verbal sonning.. all to ya head... blah its shit.. 1 1/2 min key... |
you little durty ass nigga ill burrie you allive
you rap like a bitch you will never survive paramik is it?only thing you spit is tha cum out my dick rappin on this site is just an advance check my rekord lil nigga and then talk all you can forty glock at ya chest its ya last breath and now you got put to rest under tha shadow of death |
Hollow Tips Couldn't Spit if his lips were an Inf
This kid pure shit- straight cacca 100 percent Your flows sorry as parker brothers so roll the die and your sure-to-die- cold rollin them 4s ands 5's you force-your-rhymes- shouldn't have brought-them-lines its garbage-time- you belong on the corner wit ya cardboard spine |
7-3rd needs a flow, believe this,
the only man in his life is jesus, he say bitches get stiches, making it as a rapper this bitch is gonna need wishes, im from that mid west, put a lyrical bullet through your mid chest, so if you invest in your life youll get a lyrical vest |
seven third:
A.I. has no heights, blunty spoken your the better herb. heredically turds. your rap word's wack ratio, personifies seven thirds. the weather serves you like the forecast in floridia. how it sorta poors when its humid, n hits like stamp acts in georgia. cause their not respected or recorded, ignored n rebelled. this like average stand up comedians challengin chapelle. create confusion. like unstable meth labs, its your season to bleed. you and A.I. are an ill combination, like jesus and weed. your so herb, ill have you heaving out seeds. n thats far form detail. a sceptical artist. try MSN, that way ya can sell n buy raps by email. this was wack as fuck, dont care ill drop better shit later. |
Verbal Abuse? Why name yourself after your afflictions like Ms.-Tur-Ner
What's Love Got To Do,when your words hold no weight like UR SIG-NA-TURE "This Could Be You Too" if you practiced and your rhymes had been NuR-Tured Simply put, you're rhymes are baby lines jarred in Ger-BEr You eating me as an emcee is a promise that is emp-ty like rastas giving up sensi like you being an emcee |
now dissin....Barz&Penstripes i'm siked...because even your wack shit you spit is prewrites you lie,you write all your bars with pens with stripes you have a streched name,three known aliases to watch because theres rappers on RB with all your names already spot(true) though the last spot on your name is a flag,and you're flaged (penelized) with being your in line resembling your rank thw worst line was the last ^not clsoe to my best jus practisin for a battle at school tomorra peace |
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