i'm jus sittin watchin the beef beetween crazy ass and the weather man//
childern please, u keep actin like dis and u gonna expire my employee stock ownership plan//
it doesnt really matter who wins ya beef//
but thinkin u could beat me is one eronious belief//
so ima put this straight, get out or cypher//
or does somebody want there daddy to change there diaper//

lol ouch that was rough, ya i jus joined up but i can still rape ya.

Word to 'ThaTakeOva' And thats wot i'ma do, i'll be up in your face like a junkie sniffin Glue//
Withersman up in here like a newb without a clue, 'Hey i'll jus' spit any ol' word cos thats all i can do'//
Winge, winge, winge, Whine, whine, whine I'm wack and i cant ryhme, heres a bit of vocab for you to step to, this time//
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My lyrical Rhyme isn't a subject of clinical time, but i be beating you with this one line//
It aint even a punch an it shits on ya rhyme, jus' like yo nanna after her Ex-lax Decline//
So now you Wither 'Man' But not from me, but yo stinky ass spit's//
Cos they smell as rank as yo moms armpits//
And its sad when i get a case like you, when i can beat you with Mom lines an you still cant come through//

Yo That was the weakest shit i have eva done an it still Throws wither a beatin'
Written in 2mins 52 Secs

why does everyone got beef wit me I didnt do naythin to yall but dats aight I'll just let it slide

and no it doesnt throw a beatin on me

I came in this game
doing this cypher thang
I rock throwbacks from the same year thet Bill Russel was gettin' his diaper changed
I write
most niggas scribble and doodles
I plan on eatin' four course meals
fuck oodles and noodles
I been rhymin' since niggas was hype off that Rupaul thang
soon when I take a shit
its gonna be broadcasted on HDTV like B-Ball games
I'm ill
matter of fact I'm better than any you know
I'll rob a bank witout a gun
just run in this bitch and yell
gimme da dough


Fuck it I'm outta here rate my shit please

sup. It's much too much such a rush as i bust ya know ya can't touch this flow ya know this is my goal straight from the soul all I need is some weed to get me the lead that makes the new breed that is born to suceed all you people will hear me and fear til yo ears ring it's peircing and bursting when I'm cursing ya say it's not my thing then I start to bring my flow fit fo kings like it was a crime now you've crossed the line try ta wine and dine just like a filthy swine ya must be blind cause music's all in the mind so find tha word and you'll be heard it's more disturbed what goes on in tha world but I'll win tha race ya can't stand tha pace I'll disgrace you and waste you and make do and breakthrough the barrier it's scarrier ta make it very clear gettin through all tha fear then ya step up a gear ya better know how ta steer

Couldnt be fucked reading this..put it in bar from son...1

Every minute is a bar invented
with a speed of one word per second
fusion causing confusion to the hip hop nation
how i rock is like crime known worldwide..

dubmaster that shit was wack as dont post anything like that again make ur lines reasonably long and remember to press enter every now and then, the groit what where u thinking,
M-80 that was shit as well, whistersman needs ta stop freepostin,

and i can freepost all i like cuse this is my thread

yo i am good, in the hood,
i should, kill u, steal u, then chill u,
and the concil u, then relveal u,
then i'm a thrill u, and afta i'm dun i'm a bill u,
mill u, drill u, in to the groun,
when i grab the 4 pound, i shot afta that no sound.

now that was ruff, come one people u have to say i had multies in there

I'm spittin at this cat they call the zulunist
it's like he spittin off a wishlist
....or is he dreamin
ejaculating words just like some semen
maybe you should leave the rhymin up to those who really be men
now let me stop, cause I could eat your thought just like a demon
that be hidin under ya bed waitin to get unda ya locks wit dread

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you fucking fag! y u going to wait under his bed naked wit a dread
mystahbiggs sucks so much cock his teeth buck out like mystah.ED
sodimite rappers like mystahbiggs need to be dead/
on da street corner selling his ass an noone buying but his dad/
saved up enough money to buy a scooter/went back to sucking dick an praying to buda/4 more years of selling his ass now mystahbiggs is battling on his new computer hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha

who you think you slappin people with lyrics Bitch
your lips are ripped from sucking to much dick
selling ya self like a trick or a dike
you bowed legget from riding to "many" bikes
Bruises and cuts from losing to many fights
you hyped, but you haven't saw the light
the truth is your rhymes aint just tight