Ery'one who believe this cat above me's the whack'st Type 123
Cuz, U count to that his moms on her back ,Screamin fuck me, ho'didnt'say'please//
I'll leave you stunn'd wit my "horse", Worse than'christopher-reeve's,
While I'm at it I'll make you hoe get down, and blow'me, While rubbin'her-knee's


weak but just killin time

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is this cat 4realz??? somebody tell this nigga somethin 4 i crack his jaw
you got absolutely no chance against me kid... you suck
if we was battlin, all i gotta do is sneeze and i'll get a fuckin K-O on yo broke ass...
banishment battle? are you serious? you would lose so fast that it wouldnt even be funny... but i guess you really wanna get kicked off tha site
im callin you out in Bitch Slapped homie... this will be a real banishment battle

Ya Shook already Bitch And This Is My First Line ...
Like A Clock Thats Broke .. Dawg Ya Wastin Ya Time ...
Imma K.O This retard And We Aint even In A Battle ...
Ya Score Maybe 3-0 But Ya aint Been 1-on-1 Wit ShackleS ...
Don't Reply Coz Like An Old penny Ya Lines Aint Werth Shit ...
If you Were In A Competition With 1 Person You Still Come Third Bitch ...

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benedict or synic whatevah tha name//
suckin dick 2 get ahead of the game...U consider yahsef lame//
chump change...not a contender...not even close//
chump change ur name u pretendin ur shots even ghost//
better yet they dont even exist//
ur nothin but jibberish like spittin wit false teeth and uneven lips//

chose a wrong element for a name-in many ways-
seems your flame yeilds-all heated from watchin mills_ (steel mills)
and you not even cold STILL-you got wackness suplied in mass-
lose so damn much when it happens its like a blast from the past-
enraged for the fact-of the truth is released-
you "hungry" but, the public has to know man-
you have the least of the "feast"-even the crease and IRON (element)
but when lyrics and ya flow meet- the fabric only grow tired (iron)


^^crit dat shit pleeaaase

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^^that was cool I like tha multi's^^


if you were talkin bout me.....lol...that shits insain//
In tha past I destroyed thousands of city's only left remains//
Roman catholics called me sin..im the descendent of kain//
dependin on the weak an lame.... ta do my biddin//
proverse should've known tha I speak the flame.... even tho my place isnt with the livin//
I was the king of the darkness...my name rings in the ears of the heartless//
now it appears that I spark this... in the peers of the Hi-archness//
So ColdSteeL was born when the legecy died//
Coldsteel sworn ta scorn anybody ahead of my rise//
now i can see clear with the red in my eyes....blood an massacer//
I can see history rewindin...people been blindin//
my advise ta you is know about timin befor you start rhymin//
yah shit dont make since talkin bout the past//
your name should be oscar the grouch cause your career belongs in the trash...

fuck coldsteel, listen motherfucker hold still, im the big mac of this rap, you aint even a whole meal/
I see you talkin bout timin', peep you barkin bout rhymin, when you only a youngin...probably got someone knockin ya hymen/
you a dick ridin bitch, never had you a solo, so lay ya gat up, before I grey matter ya polo/
and who that be, its the kid, better cool that g...stripe suit wit a knife duke...ooooh thats me!/
compare us...see im quicker wit picker uppers ridiculous spittin nothin but pimpin...cuz this is ambition I'm dishin up in ya system/
you aint shit, I had to rumble wit mens who hate how deuce double have no trouble wit pens/



deuce

duece dub talkin"how old is you"//
probally 39 yrs old and with a record of Oh-2(0-2)//
I see ur lines you stole a few//

i carry bats knifes and hammers...a pistol too, yo im used to dissin dudes but I guess you'll do/
motherfucker I aint thirty nine...but I still been droppin perverted rhymes before your punk ass heard a line/
I see the insecurity pumpin out of your surgically repaired cunt flap, if you aint scared then wheres ya comeback?/
I got a huge penis, 2 teks and a smooth genius, if I aint fuckin ya wife then why she wearin "deuce venus" (2 rings)/
if I stole some lines, then who the fuck was I bitin, guess its third person, took my first version to re-write it/
and you still a nobody, from the hills only known locally, gotta be jokin me, must be dreamin so start pokin me/

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quote your own damn lyrics...

diss whoever, aight im down wit this
secound nature, like the shake after i piss

whats this cats name above me, verbal abuse?
what u should do is tie a knot, on a noose

then hang that shit right off the stair way
i heard that u might be the emcee thas gay

but who knos, thas here nor there
all i got to say is, put the dro in the air


hahahaha a smoked out freestyle so its whatever

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20

Bitch Ya Nothin, I Don't Even Consider You As Threat ...
How Do We Know Ya Can Freestyle, Were Ova Tha Net ...
Why Do Ya Bother, Like Ya Thoughts even Matter ...
What Are We Tryna Guess Which one Of Us Is Wacker ...
Yeah Hard To Guess ,Not Thats Why Im 6-4 'n' Your 0-2 ...
Bitch Ya Broke Thats Why Ya Computer Only Takes "MP2" ...

go get em!... the niggaz lame... where this fella at//put em in a cellar...who's lines he stole...yall know"Guerilla BLACK"//but you hellah wack//I aint tha only one smellin that//you ah pussy....go on an tell em that!!//talkin bout knifes an loose snubs//plus he wanna be from MIAMI cuz theres already a nigga named duece dub//Poppi..stop the abuse of drugs//ur pussylips r loose with out the use of thugs...tearin up your booty hole//you use ta playin that fruity role//layin up watchin richard simmons....hes gay but ur the one that trully knows!!! faggot