fgee

u fucks are on the 'if u cant beat em join em' principle
but ur so fukin wack try-outs thread was closed..simple
a site full of haters...who act like they measure up to Regime
but when push comes to shove...ur nowhere to be seen
ur like clones of hulk...green with envy and threads fallin apart at the seams
u've been bitch slapped so many times...face is constantly red
embarrased of your weak threats...these kids r like implants how they keep abreast
fuckin fags....say its only the net and u cry over losing battles
riding dicks so much...herbs set up bizness for custom made saddles
kids talkin gangsta 'l'm gonna wetcha'...yeh...with a super soaker?
get real...sorry i forgot ur all fake folk squinting to see skills but im out of focus
i'm sorry to poke fun at you....with a tongue of razors
to a so called pimp whos.... impregnated ur palms and given labour!
it's like i've eaten all u retarded herbs...cos i'm sick of it now
PM's asking for votes .....go fuck urself and throw in the towel
unoriginal fags couldnt stand out in a crowd dressed as Bin Laden
acting hard tryin to imitate vets...with a pink slip garment

bribeone1
rain drops trickle down the side of my face
I close my eyes to drown out sound to send my brain in a daze
U aint been in my place with the gusts of morning fresh in the air
Clothes drenched with death stench, I dont see why youd care
Alone in a battle zone, while horns blow high pitch tone
I come through with forcefull blows thats bound to shatter bones
Scatter foes ......casue truthfully, im fucking sick of this shit.
im taking my last stand..dont care if im hit..this has to b it
Fuck bricks, im Tossing around a thousand pound boulders
may words make u wizer and help u out when your older
life itself is an inner brewing war with hidden soldiers who crave gore
eat off the innocent, and the lust 4 power just asks them for more
Im tearing down doors and blowing houses from the inside in
tearing masks with flesh attached to em.that cleverly disguise them
despise them friends who claim to B, but only act
Im out to expose fakeness in society.so with death i sign this pact

chrit
Evil thoughts... Regime already made WP die...
Watch the rest of RB fall... victim to the warcry
Nobody comes close... Witness the lack of callouts...
Its like all of RB froze.. Fear of the battle fallout...
Best in the game... Whether it be audio topical or text...
Dominated all leagues... On top.. what could be next....
We would just retire... But then RB would die of boredom...
And if it ever went down... Regime would own the Legend Forum
So heeds Chrit's advice... Never oppose the best dude...
And if you do prepare for war... as we life-slip you...



Auspicious
Lived My Life In My Hood, Up On A Fence..Mouth w/ A Cig..
Picked On N' Kicked, Didn't Do Shit, n' Proved That As A Kid..
Sick N' Tired Of Bein Tired N' Sick, Bein A Bitch., How I Was Raised
Took Sick Days 2 Hide My Bitch Ways Un-Scathed In Tricked Face..
Me N' A Friend, Now N' Again, w/ A Pen, Would Jot Down Raps..
EveryOne Around Snaps..And I Would As 2 When It Hit The Trash..
Quick To Act.. Pissed, A Virgin Fist Slipped Back At His Hips..
Missed, Then Shot Wrists To His Lips..w/ The Teach In The Mix..
Enraged N' Over-Pissed.. Made Up My Mind.. Fuck It !..
I Was Rugged.. Time To Join The State Of Menace To Public..
Fuck Gurls.. Fuck School.. Fuck Faggots.. Fuck The World..
You Didn't Hear A Name w/ Fuck You After It Unless It Was Plurals.
Walk Around With An Attitude Like No Body Likes You..
Despite You, Dont Like Them Either, Just Another Kid 2 Put A Knife To..
Settle The Score w/ War, Hate Them Worse Than You Did Before..
Alx Died.. Thug Whyte's Born, Reformed N' Out-Poored On Auspicious' Door..
Life Expects You.. You Dont Expect It.. You Never Seen It..
You Got The Scenics.. It Cant Hold You.. War.. BRING IT !..

13th Disciple

U want war?!...we leave harder shots than 20 licks of vodka & gin
fuck the top 10, 9 been deleted when The Regime stepped in....
locatin ur next of kin cuz in battle we'll even take ur last chance
switch stance, yall some fake thugz like wearin blue shirts wit
red pants...
advert ur glance, cuz wit mitts on our fists we'll even catch ur
breath...
U see death.........1000 ways to die and yall got 999 ways left
plenty of time to rest...cuz wit the skillz combined we one of a kind
got beef?!...shit...we'll push yallz forehead all the way to the back
of ur mind...


....now click on the link again & see ur defeat in rewind......

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/new...hread&forumid=5

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