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BANNED For Being A Dick
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Never Beat Me!
IP:
Nykon will Bomb Mics right Through-ya-Splean, until ya Organ’s Root’s-are-Leaned/
Defeat me, never, you’ll need Troops-and-Teams, Nykon wrecks those still sitting behind Computer-Screens/ Want Proof-I’m-Mean, Watch me Burn Fags to there Core like Fruits-with-Steam// dark's building a Strong-Fence, while u walkin’ around Assed Out, must have ya Thong-Stretched/ You neva Blessed a Stage, might as well Change ya Name to Sumthin ill to hide ya bitchness in -Text/ Nothing more then a Lost-Vet, ya moment of Sunshine is over... just let tha Frost-Set// Smackin’ this Fag with Straight Punches with Wire-in-Hand, Nyk's about to Expire-this-Man/ Spit Hot like Fire-in-Glands, after this Match you better draw up a new Retirement-Plan/ Don’t mean to Heat your temper, but you wouldn’t be shit without those Admiring-Fans// Your rhymes are Pathetic-and-Mild, My FLows old age, Guess I can’t be Neglecting-this-Child/ It’s gettin Hectic-and-Wild, for Killin’ Stylez... gonna have to put Rap Battle -on-Trial/ my Defense, we didn’t need him here, HE already Perfected-his-Style// This Wise-Ass is about to get his Insides-Bashed, lets let our Minds-Clash/ Your gettin’ Dropped Quicker then a Juggler performing Blind-Acts, in other words Old News Dies-Fast/ Ya lack of personal disses, I Despise-that, how you gonna bring *Back* history with ya Spine-Snapped// Leave Emcees in Broken Parts-and-Pieces, after I stab em with a Sharpened-Thesis/ Tryna Beat This will get ya Heart-some-Creases, Burn up ya Shit like a Darkened-Fetus// Call Nykon an Arson-Genius, Cross me and get Blazed like you Harnessed-Jesus// Meeting Defeat-More, musta misplaced where u had your Heat-Stored/ Craving blood, Kinetic Fiends-War, At a Picture of a vice president was tha only time Bitches eva Seen-*Gore* Tha only way you could Bomb Mics is with ya Tongue wrapped in C-4// People gettin’ left as Ash-Cinders, Leave em Blinded when tha Flash-Hinders/ your verses just aren’t providing Heat like Glass-Timber, Appitized on ya *Remains* like ya Past’s-Dinner/ Fast and Nimble, Nykon left you Worthless by making away with ya Cash-Symbol$$// |
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