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sup riddle
man ya raps are wack.. droppin that shit ya bound to be over none that can with me compare?? quit it man.. cos ya soundin like yoda.. |
Sup sup OMB. Layed one for ya.
Practice makes perfect so we can elevate together. |
I'm stealin this spot to make it 1400 posts//
Yall niggas is toast cos I'm better than most// I take ya down an inch at a time// Makin sure I teach all yall how to rhyme// Elevate? No need to when you're the riddle// Cos I'm the god of this shit for shizzle// |
yeah word we cool.. y'all know im just up in this playin.. *clap clap* ya got some words on the page.. but what the fuck are you saying?! im gleamin a shotty, so wherever it be on ya body, top or middle ill rip you Cos ya vocabs wack as shit... well done man.. ya rhymed riddle with shizzle -_- |
go head wit ya multis i got all-round-skill
u can shotti-gleam all u want cus u gon fall down still when i clip and sit u on ya ass i flip the script and strip off all ya cash leave u stressed and broke smokin' spliffs of hash know you wanna bitch up slit ya wrist its sad |
hey tis to one man band
u suck u moms pussy//yeah suck not lick//u suck her like a tick//stupid prik//ur a hoe and pamick is ur pimp master// tis world is a disaster//u cant rhyme//and ur learnin time is out//ur a baby so go ahead and pout//ur gonna drown in da fount//im gonna kill ya and soon//kill ya like in the blue lagoon//ur wut the doesnt need//ull never getta plant ur seed//never succeed//ull never score wit a gurl//as soon as they look at u they hurl// |
yo rhymes are wack,my punches stick on you like my toungue on cold poll stick//
dis kid thinks he is ill plz u cant even be ill nor hotter if u suck da demons dick// |
tis to BkBrawla
yeah u r t he most ahted alive//on an island u wouldnt survive//id kill ya ass the first day//drown ya down by the bay//ur bloody body so mangled, ther eit lay//wut u have to say//im da rapper who can make u come true//or choke ya till u turn blue//u choose//be famous or drink booze//u probably suck too bad and wouldnt make it//ur jus an old granny, makin blankits,nittin//ur as dumb as a rat//bash ya in da head wit the baseball bat//got to go u make ur descision//ur either famous or ur dissin// |
tis is my best rhyme lines and u neeed to hear em
ur a prik// livin wit a toothpick instead of a dick// u make me sick// u suck ur moms pussy// yeah i said suck instead of lick// u suck her all nigth like a tick// i bet shes got a dick// ill fuck u up adn give ya a limp// ur a hoe and ur dadys ur pimp// its a miracle dat they have a relationship at all, father and son// hey i got balls but u aint gone none// ill kill ya one bent knee// between me and u sister i would of liked it to be// she was a blind fucker who couldnt see// she couldnt see r future- your will be erased// hopefully god she his grace// |
time to put dis dude to da end i'll break yo neck with an rope hangin u be on life-support(da rope supportin yo neck and u losin yo life)
i'd punch in yo stomach were it hurts,leavin dis kid sub-mersed// |
Dis nigga talkin about hangin people like he in da KKK,i wonder if he just black,or be hanging with his mom with the white wanna be foreplay,and ya know what,I didnt even know Da clan was in da Bk,or maybe it stands for a bitchin King,But i think it should stand for DQ,for da drag queen,boy Im dag mean,and you lucky i cant be ill cuz im drugged up on Nyquill,But u aint even worth my talent,im just dissin you lightin,to break da awkward silent
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shyt u make no sense
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aight well im gonna skip u and im gona diss bradley thomas
I could hear you a mile away like a screeching brake~ Only way you'd be hard is if u were a yearold cornflake~ Only "ears" that can stand to hear you are corn~1 Maybe you should give up now cuz ur new style is already worn~ 1-hes from iowa that all they got there |
Slow ya flow cos you crazier than michael Jackson//
Dis on Bradley cos that's all you can hack my padawan// Bradley, bradley burned like toast// if he can't do it, it can be done by most// It ain't hard to diss on a 10th rate rapper// Give him a break man, he's from Iowa// Okay, you're from the Ill state rappin about cornflakes// Sick in the head state, thinkin of your mom while you masturbate// It's ya fate dog, it's done bin decided// My raps in elevation, your's done bin subsided// |
riddle-me-this,/
i expose this hoe, like clitoris/ your flow, vagin-ol,/ smells like old fish/ i know bout, wha blow/ an yeah,/ you rappin this and that/ this'll alleviate your game/ or I inebriate with gats/ riddle-ME-that/ im livin fat, but never got greedy/ ima rent u a rhyme/ so then ive give to the needy/ believe me,/ you need to leave me/ the fuck alone/ Arch the Dark barks/ but i bite with chrome/ |
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