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hey....
you are gay... okay. lol... go play in the highway. |
u r mean
not cool u just be a fool duck duck goose yo mamma is loose sippin on gin and juice i hang by the spruce luck number duece PEACHES p.s. i luv u |
Village pimp...Ha, cat's more like the RV village idiot
An herb.... plus his wack lyrics never seem 2 quit I'm just speakin it, This bitch doesn't have a life Who in the Fuck really.... I MEAN really....Claims to be RV's "Anti-Christ" The type that couldn't throw a "punch" in "Juice Fight" The type of fag who thinks he black when he's really white And He really might swear that he's the shit He need to take his nick name & just let go of it |
my gat push slugz give u "multi" wounds//(multiple)
multiple slugz give u more multiple holes like tha moon// this bitch is not a rapper just a one man fan// when i murk his crew the only time hell be'a a one man band// |
Pussy!!
Im not a baby not usin wordz like tinkle prinkle an wrinkled
use them come wit whack lines like Quote:
if i came weak im at tha peak postion of clippin ya ass i dont come wit bootleg rhymez like ya house tha floorz made of Grass The like a Harrasment to tha rap industry ur rhymez are lazy and u in a mental institution thatz why ya 'Flowz 2 Crazy' |
AC1....A1C, whatever the fuck your name is you don't want me to murder ya
You claim to be so great and all this bull shit but i aint never heard of ya While i'm throwin verbs at ya n' hearin laughta in the backround You don't even want this so you better back down before i lay the mac down And i start firin rhymes n' pretty soon hearin sirens No one tells me to fire when, don't spit 6 lines, i fire ten While i got these people admirin the words that're true A lot of dudes never seen pussy before untill they looked at you Here's somethin new, instead of jackin of to dicks, i'll make this all clear Though this is what you fear, but atleast be straight and jack off to the mirror That last line i meant be straight for once and jack off to what you see in the mirror....you know.....what you see yourself and everyone see you as....PUSSY....lol......that was weak....i know.....i am tryin to get more money so i can buy a sig :laugh: |
Yall Dumbz Dont Undastand Diss The Person Above You Damn Yall act Dumb N E WAyz
WTF? U Gone Lay The MAc Down on Another guy Is That A Sausage Up Ya Ass or A Damn Curly Frie U A Funny Guy Sayin That Ya Rymez Are A Hit Soundz More Like Yo Spit While Ya Shit And This Jus Dont get No Betta poppin Nigz Wit My Favorite Boretta Gainin the Chetta And I Aint Talkin Bout Cheese Stand On Ya feet Dick Suckin Aint Rii So Get off Ya knees and If you Suck that Bat Ond Yo Bac Then ill Put The Led N Yo head And Blow Off Ya Fat |
bitch ill simmeryah open valves just like yah mom pussy its soakin now
ill embarres yah.. now im pokin yah crown and i just broke u ...HOW man ill damage yah face and ravage yah lace will i savage yah tatse with leather steel caps smashin yah wit tazers.... yah bleedin internally u leanin awkwardly dose that mean i be beatin u softerly..but u still run... |
Your records 2-7 and you keep returning~
My punches hit you a year ago n they still burning~ You got hit wit a book and you still arent learning~ ^blah one minute |
Flow2crazy u rap like shit u rap like jay z/
bitch this aint free its 2 dollars and fifty/ U aint shit your raps are short like danny davito/ fuck you and your crew almost like the 3 amigo/ u dont belong in rap/ u belong in the 5th grad sittin on santas lap/ :gfy: |
yo, i got a question.. so answer soon as ya hear this shit.. was that verse real? cos i cant tell if you were jokin or bein serious.. if ya werent fuckin round, then easily you vs me ya ass is rattled.. I come better than your last drop when im writin a wackness battle.. |
Edit: To ThugLife
he doenst belong in rap?// we wasn't kidding when we said get back// you have no flow, your just an act// you should know alot about santas lap// your dad pretends to be Clause while you take a nap// he pulls some michael jackson shit// touches your legs and hips, then lips// you pretend your asleep, you open your eyes to peep// your fathers got you under the sheets// you squeek, and your mom screams// she says, "jees, let me get some please"// |
you all better watch out cuz milti man, mr. one~man~band/
he'll leave you merkd worse than a one~night~stand// cuz you bitches left soft, ripped jaw face all beveled/ cant contend to me on these imperical lyrical levels// all because this boys anthem has to be so dynamic/ compress your lyrics worse than ham in a can, just spam it/ leave you with no money in hand, another night spent in transit// |
nah ur mistaken.. my mics dynamic, your wack kid.. drop shit n ya thinkin ya killed me im thinkin ya guily of herbism... cos ya got ya own dictionary.. what the fuck is a milti? |
Man meetin me's gon see you leavin in a casket//
So stop shoutin sissy simple multi's cos they placid// Many men must make me lose my temper before I spit// Nothin new, never nasty, nigga's never knew i'd give a shit// Take a hit an leave you bleedin cos this rhyme's misleading// I'm teasing you cos this antagonistic view I'm appeasing// One Man Band tatooed on his hand I'll hand his ass a reprimand// The down an dirty's been done there's none that can with me compare// Try to step to me to get knocked out from me to you, it's a dare// |
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