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~ See I don't whip backs..I strp macks blast cats like nick-nacks who talk back but skill- lack is most fact...
~ My impact is high- track, leave your face a bloody-art like abstract. ~ Willingly I see he who deny me, frightenly they reply-me but I lay-lines so un-kindly... ~ Insane be how you define me, your moms bed is were you ind me. ~Suggestion you keeps steppin, like wreckin-rocks I'm effecting all standing... ~ My mind keeps expanding, your defeat I'm demanding. |
From the looks of it, It looks like your rhymes are stranded,
Kid get it right your wack and you have no punches landed.. Ya mind gets branded, Your nothing but a two bit chump, You missing all your punches I can tell that you hit a slump.. You take it in the rump, You bust pimples i bust caps at cats, I'll lay my verse on ya stupid ass because i'll put you under raps.. |
Jecht you get stomped~quick when this lady devil bomb~shit
Matta fact you `SUCK`; if freestylin is yo `moms~tit` i throw punches n personals thats hurtin~you hard you couldnt write `fat rhymes` if you carved em into `3 pound bars of lard` leave you scarred wit SARS, punches stick to you like tar anotha bitch boy merked n `driven off` tha site like a car |
fuck jack fuck proper ill burn ya both wit 10 lines
these lil immature bitches tryin to set it off and battle why dont yall both dickride each other with a saddle yall cant see me wit a telescope im invisable coudn hurt or merk me wit an army im invinsalble quick to spit shit but yall tricks cant hang like an asians dicks between da both of u u have sucked on zero tits zero clits clownin on ya just for kicks yall fags by this principle if the glove fits so yall shoud just fukin quit im a ridah an insida u want to fight then lets collide uh! fukin bitas ignorant bitches always acting pious |
Aimed @ May jane
The Bounce-A-nomical's gona prove this lady's nothing more than comical/ Althought I love ya name, ~N~ ya lovely frame, for ya lyrics I can not say the same/ Five and 0, must of battled nothing but newbie ho's with substandard flow/ I'm elevating and generating the 'magmas' flow's that set the Core ~A~ Blaze ~N~ heat it to a glow/ Prettly lady this is just a cypher dis, not a token of respect or the fact the most crawl on they belly and hiss/ Word play lethal cuz I spit what I spray, intice ya thoughts ~N~ leave ya lyricaLLY Played/ (no beef just a cypher, I'm blazing on out!) |
come bouncy why didn u fukin pounce me?/
fool u gotta diss me or are u scare lil "G?"/ ill make this easy for u and spit half assed/ still i pass wit ten time more class than u lads/ u use nads u fukin fag if i saw u id empty three mags/ u lag behind me incredibly all eyes on me keep em steadily/ im ready "G" bring it will utter full authority/ cuz u just got jacked by a mutha fuckin minority/ yea keep blazin on out u lil homo my style needs no promo/ u coordinate more retarded than steve bono/ steve bono - some sorry ass nfl quarterback that blowed dick HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA |
Herbal ya couldn't handle my verbal execution, have ya spread out on ya back like ya practicing prostitution/
You beating me is more than an illusion, its like an oassis in the desert heat, a plain and simple delusion/ Now thats the conclusion to your lyrical exclusion, cuz there minus the heat unlike your anal friction from meat/ Mutha fucka recognize I'm a southsider til I die, I'll slap ya newbie ass until ya Mother stars to cry/ Herbal you've been reduced to nothing more than another queer FILLING GERBALS w/ fear... caught in ya anal-sphere/ |
Bounce doggy dog bounce...You ain't even a light weight, you half an ounce//
I ain't gotta count to ten to show how I knocked you out// Your real bitch... ya lil'rhymes will never harm me// I'll embark wit certain sparks and shoot you calmly// Have ya head ringen like Mr.Rodgers trolly// Treat ya face like a skateboard and perform an ollie// Your hardly...tough enough to weather my skills// You fake while I'm real when it comes to dealen wit kills// When Nise step around your peelen them wheels! Nise |
^^who this man? fuckin boo this man, he won't come out on top like a cripple in quick sand
is that what you planned? to bore everyone with your lyrics till their too tired to stand you should get banned, your creativity will never expand your gayer than a 1 line battle, your so damn awful I'll give you a jostle when I spit lyrics their so nutty and hostile you spittin decent's impossible, your lyrics and a pile of shit is comparable your so damn terrible, just quit rap cause every line you spit is just un reparable |
westside? mothafucka what u know about the crime rate/
u can hide all u want but u cant make it through this climate/ this bitch gotta tail between his legs, so sad it grows back/ with all them colors u sportin, just invite every gang to peel ya wig back/ yeah bitch, go ahead mahfucka blend with the trees/ battle me and u still could'nt see my fatigues/ im suited and booted dude, ready for war/ i'll slice u up so u can blend with the gore/ GameTime... |
foo u cheap bastard ure record is one to none/
ure about as harmless as convent nun/ just ask 2hot2handle u cant fukin touch me son/ even if god helped u touch me id be fukin numb/ do not try to match up verbally cuz herbal/ eternally will always be on top of the creams of many crops/ hahahaha u see that shit ill spit it very elemen-tary/ and still burn ya ass leave ya like 6 deep in a cemetary/ ama diss myself so that this can be suspensefull/ im so stupid that i actually took time to diss this fool/ there now ure caught up lets take this into O.T./(overtime) ure such a bitch even fagget clown you like moby |
Ya verse is straight up wack there Herbal...
I should beat you wit a staff like Donitello tha Ninja Turtle// Ya more sour than 8 month old milk that'll curdle... I'm bout ta' show you a "Dark Man" way more furocious than Earl// I'm serious though, ya like a baby tryin ta' walk... Tha only time you step is when your guided by someone above// I'm way higher aloft, you came into tha game retired so theres no need for me to bully n' boss// Ya truly a cross... After I floss I have ya family laying roses n' cards// Let me flip up n' toss, make receptions like Moss runnin you off// Why don't you get off this post.... There's no eyes on you, Pac would diss you tha most...tha Flyweight's no go// For real bitch I'de like to see you saddle inta' my seat... Because after battlin me you'de be pickin up teeth, I say ya strictly a dweeb// |
jay hull is an "A" hole, his sexuality is unstable
why the hell is his baby ass out of his cradle? his jig is up, the only way he'll make money flowin is if he cums in a cup what's up? your afraid to eat some muff? geez that's tuff anyway, many say your gay and all about anus play ok, so your lyrics have gone astray that doesn't mean you have to spit that whack shit and make everyone pay |
chameleon but u dont change skins/
u gonna pay for all of my sins wit fins/ eaten up beaten up straight up im wicked/ anus play? i bet id stick my dick out and ud lick it/ its ku u aint gotta lie to kick it or pick it/ ure sorry really weak like newborn crack baby/ dont trip wen i mack on ure baby/ it aint fun unless all the homies can have some/ fuk ya bitch till u pay me a handsome randsome/ bitch .........................holla................... ...........herbal..............wattt/////// |
this third rate linguists lacks the skill ta diss
he sounds like he just got drenched in piss look the played out gangsta era is through so now find something new to do you verbal skills=0-15 ya negative bitch looks like you type while on a sedative trip |
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