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Old 08-19-03, 05:35 PM   #5
J~Dubya
Reppin Verbal Swat Team
 
Posts: 339
From: On tha block
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My rhyme is attackin you dont even have a shot to shoot with your lines,Because on the fukin Keyboard is the only place where you'll find U before I//
Your verses is garbage, I devoured ya lines and it left a Tart-Taste,Watch me shove this baton through ya chest, and watch ya heart-race//
Yo i be like jay-z quick to say nigga please,b4 this battle even started u was shakin worse then if u had da Parkinson’s disease//
Biddy Central ur softer than a warm batch of cookies, tha only wins in ur record is due to battling rookies///
I’m very ill thinkin within the tree newton laid under, couldnt strike a hard line if ya name was thunder, ya rhymes i blunder, in times i wonder, blew ya mom up wit mines thats how i done her//
thats sad 11-3 and tha fact that ur still a new-b,ur shouldnt have da prillage to battle me, I shoulda charge yo bitchass an admissions fee//
Ur rhymes are sick but ina discusting way, I’ll put bullets in yo ass quick as if u was a member of tha KKK//
I spat your rhyme yous another textee you get popped like Pepsi,,I got more kick then Jet Li,put two 9’s to your spine you retire like Gretzky// ( 99 gretsky number)
Shit gets messy biddy kill that garbage before I waste y’all, get cut like confetti from my mechette and leave ya’lll needin more stitches then a baseball//
Son of Joe Dirt, ya flows need work, I diss with intentions to leave ya feelings hurt//
A wannabe thug, you gotta understand that Im unbeatable like a dick without hands,
I drop bombs more lethal then iraq and japan’s//
Only hills I ever climbed were the blue, yellow, and purple ones,And violence and sex don't mix when you're high, that's why you lost your virginity to the barrel of a gun//
You couldn't sell an LP even if you gave them away free wit a whore,Ya threw your CD at SamGoody's door just to say it hit stores//
Look at chu now, compared to my verse you might as well be a corpse in a hearse//
If you woulda waited till I spit first, you coulda used your brainless fuckin head and a rhyme dictionary to try and attempt to make your bars worse//