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all i heard in those rhymes...is ''is hey dudes im into gay guys''
if thats real talk. then let me invent a fake language with good lines
so did u get ina fight with Tori....cuz spelling is your worst enemy
that verse is filled with more slashes then a horror flick in the 70's
dont mess with me. my ghats is the truth so u better run duke
you must drinking with bullets. cuz my shells are loaded inside u
god touched ur chest so face death n get ready to rep
turnover your oxygen its juss the way im taking away your breath
so confess im the best to whoeva you like.. you starting like this dike?
thats a big first post. hope your second can ressurect you back to life
i can tell you want a big ass slut. fat bitches is what u want to wifey
girlfriends (~~~ gets him shook. thats one thing he never takes lightly
murder this nobody. so never come back before i mash this dummy
everyone fronts, but talk is cheap.. especially when its comes to money
put your face to the computer. now ur nose to that verse of yours bitch.
i want edto get a free win to start ^^but now i juss wanta rub your nose in shit

^^^Dis nigga ROGER GLOCKS is talkin tuff like his LLAMA POP/
but when the DRAMA POP, im the nigga tyin up ya MOMS AND POPS/
Its Clear dat you dont KNOW THE TEAM. My mutha fuckin FLOW IS MEAN/
I got "Young Dro" bullets that'll pop and make ya SHOULDER LEAN/
Doctors gonna SEW YA SPLEEN. My BLOCK IS SICK, ROOKIE/
You'll get a hole in ya temple big as a CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE/
Dis dat MOBSTER SHIT PUSSY. The DRAMA MAKE JERKS NERVOUS/
And niggas know my rap sheet LONGER DEN CHURCH SERVICE/
I PALM IT AND SQUIRT PERFECT. So ya NECK GET SPLIT MAN/
I got "Hart" And I aint talkin BRET THE HITMAN/
INVEST IN CLIPS MAN, Cause niggas "grimier" den NORE'S SINGLE/
You couldnt stack chips even if you had 40 PRINGLES/
Das why you little DUMB COWARDS BE MADD/
Cause my haze sacks look like SUNFLOWER SEED BAGS/
Das jus HOW IT BE FAG. If you CROSS THE BEEF, TECHS'LL BLOW/
You breeze out the window like a DAWSONS CREEK EPISODE/
Dis rapverse rookie is a BOSS WIT MADD LOOT/
Im hotter than Missy was rockin that GARBAGE BAG SUIT/
The kid aint neva GOIN UNDER. You can tell I FLOW WIT HUNGER/
Dis like a basketball game. When I spit, im droppin KOBE NUMBERS/
Im here....and I bet you far from AWFUL GLAD HE CAME/
When it comes to this rappin, Im "Big" like SMALLS AND DADDY KANE/
Ya flow's DIRT. LIKE I SAID, IMMA MAN...YOU A FAG/
I'll leave ya SHIRT WHITE AND RED LIKE THE CANADA FLAG/
Streetwise or Rapwise, you cant SAY THAT IM WACK/
My pump'll feel like a nigga fryin STEAK ON YA BACK/
Im GREAT WIT THE RAPS. Somethin like a LYRICAL JEWEL/
So we can keep this on text, or I can KILL YOU WIT TOOLS/
I FEEL YOU A FOOL, but me? Imma FELON WIT SOME REAL CREDENTIALS/
I was hustilin when you was watchin LEGENDS OF THE HIDDEN TEMPLE/
So I aint got time for NICKELODEON THUGS/
Cause BITCH, IM ROLLIN WIT THUGS that be LOADIN DEY SLUGS/
Think you better Roger? U picked the CRAZIEST DAY TO DREAM/
You "Make up" shit when you spit. Shit.......MAYBE ITS MAYBELLINE/
Im CRAZY. I SPRAY THE BEAM. All U lil nigga's NEW TO THIS/
The ROUGA CLIPS will snatch ya braids off like you LUDACRIS/
My bars is fresh. Most U LAMES RECYCLE YA SHITS/
My slugs'll hit you like a LIU KANG BICYCLE KICK/
You TOO PLAIN, N HYPE IS A BITCH. Lemme BURST YA BALLON/
Cause you comin at the kid is like FLIRTIN WIT TOMBS/
I grind while you JERK IN YA ROOM. My MANS SPRAY THE 5'TH/
I can tell by how niggas rap if dey MAN-MADE OR BITCH/
You the 2'nd choice, so do yaself a DAMN FAVOR PRICK/
And fall back, cause my bullets is like FANTASIA LIPS/

Iono if yall fuckin wit me yo............

Man you a dumb fuck.. im the kind round here
You just a nigga stealin fablous's album names queer
Kids a trany.. run and get this kid some fuckin help

Then i guess you already buyin dresses for yourself
The bolded is true man.. cant noone fuck with you man
Since every line you used had no punch
Like your weak ass not taking your vitamins
I aint never seen a verse more full of crap and fillers
But CAPATALIZING your shit... sure was a killer

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Okay dummy, so why the hell you actin like YOU CAN/
Lampejo, the STREET'S MINES. While you REAP RHYMES, I HEAT NINES/
Its BEEF TIME. The "red" beam'll make u "Stop" like STREET SIGNS/
When the sky's BLACK, IM OUT CREEPIN. Its a FACT YA SPOUSE CHEATIN/
My dick AT HER MOUTH SKEETIN, while you AT YA HOUSE SLEEPIN/
Our flow's aint near CLOSE TO THE SAME. Mines "DOPER" DEN CAINE/
My TOASTER WILL BANG. When i FOCUS THE AIM, it'll OPEN YA BRAIN/
I'll HURT YOU AS PROOF dat you HEARD IM THE TRUTH wit is VERBAL ABUSE/
I think of MURDER AND SHOOT. You'll spill blood like when a VIRGIN GET LOOSE/
Im the TRUTH, I STAY COCKY, and dis LOSER CAYNT STOP ME/
For a shot, dis nigga Russain (Rushin) like the DUDE DAT FACED ROCKY/
You NEWBIES STAY SLOPPY/
I TALK ABOUT HEAT cause im ALL ABOUT BEEF like a DUDE DAT HATE BROCOLI/
The shots dat the CANNON SEND will unload and BLAM YA MEN/
It never JAM OR BEND. The barrel big as a CAMERA LENS/
I FLOW WIT PASSION. My GOAL'S ATTAKIN. Imma SOUL ASSASSIN/
You KNOW WHAT HAPPENED? I jus EXPOSED YA RAPPIN. You HOES IS ACTIN/
Imma eat dis CAT FOR LUNCH cause every bar PACK A PUNCH/
Wit "serial killa" bars like im addicted to CAPTIN CRUNCH/
I'll SMACK DIS CUNT and if im strapped, my pistol CLAP AND DUMP/
Me winning's believable like seein a kid and michael JACKSON HUNCH/
Imma DEMON. DIS MANS A MINOR. You aint STREET, YOUZA DAMN VAGINA/
BELIEVE, IMMA MAN WIT FIRE. You SWEETER DEN ANGEMIMA/
I SHOUT AND I CLASH...........Poke the fuck OUT YOU WIT GLASS/
Im OUT FOR THE CASH wit bars harder den CALCULUS CLASS/
To me, ya RAPS IS GAY. The MACK WILL SPRAY and make you PASS AWAY/
Im gettin in ya ASS TODAY. Im the greatest like CASSIUS CLAY/
Dese RAPPERS IN THE GAME SOFT. I'll take dis FAGGIT NIGGA CHAIN OFF/
Wit "Irish Spring" bullets dat'll HAVE DIS NIGGA BRAINWASHED/
I fuck BITCHES. DIS BITCH CELEBATE. Im SICK AND THE SHIT'S RELEVANT/
My flow gon save the world like dat CHICK FROM THE FIFTH ELEMENT/

Aight.........Who's Next??

Kid your shits played and i was mistaken about you
Talkin bout the streets is yours,
You been listenin to to mucha that jeezy dude
Bitch i dont even gotta throw punches at you for em to stick
Try some audio kid it might help
But first take the shit out your mouth. oh yeah its a dick
Ill copy your rhymin style n laugh while im defeatin you
Piss on your courpse while im puttin that heat in you
Bitch your done. n think it only took me 3 minutes to key
I thought there was a limit to your wackness
But that i still have yet to see.

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Yall thought this was the nature channel the way im clapping these birds
Rap Disciple got that bottle flow jus look how he cappin his words
im strappin these curbs you dont want to get into a fight
I mean face it Lampejo you be rippin spanish .....but this a american site
You get managed like flights thats why you can never elevate
and Real_Talk you need to get of Fabolous nuts b4 he start to masturebate
and come in your face and watch how his kids be in your throat
all yall is suicidal jus for tryin me ....Here you can use this rope !
Im above all of yall my flow is sick, I should be a toilet the way I hold this shit,
betta yet im "Gon Merk" "Beyond" Lampejo and use his bones for toothpicks
..............................When im eatin and cookin up yall beef
ill catch the 9 thatll blow ya mind and put Ya thoughts to sleep
and that way youll think before you Spit at me & start to diss
and Xtortion been to the doctor so we jus know he aint sick
.................Im the boss like ross so I feel Im similar to rick
I diss ''trey methods'' wit no effert you can say Im ''beyond'' slick
How can ''so rell'' be so fake, u lift weights and get buff to hold 2 38's
I hold AK's that rock 47's That'll hit yo Ass But I aint Spelling It out for play
"Gon merk" night night time to put u to sleep,
I give a pillow Like my Bitch and let u lay @ my feet
And Bruce Bogtrotter? I mean what The fuck can I Say
Your name disses you enough now turn to the next page
I got a mind full of punch lines and hot like flames
thats Why in this rap game it want hard to think of my name
And Turn back to Black Talkin bout Gon Murk Man fuck your ego
Ill put a L on your record and watch how it build up like L-ego's
But its aii the gat aint gotta Spray but ill hit you rib with 3 4's
and ill play like Donovan and get rid of your sorry ass like T.O
bcuz startin to be like T.O the way you hatin my eagles
but they wont hesitate to put you in the Hole Like Zero
And I'll hit yall niggas with steel bcuz i dont like wooden bats
and make yall think backwards like Stanley Yelnats
Man ill cut your childs life short who gives a fuck if they bleedin
hitman treat you like breast implants .....and charge 1,000 a pop like Cheerleaders
if you not likin the lyrics then dog you might want to go ahead and stop breathin
Ill knock ya teeth out and put the gun in yo mouth like you teethin
yall been understimating stanza for jus a lil bit too long
thats why i had to get in yall asses ....jus call me a thong
but I aint sisco, i shine like crisco yall niggas is jus the butter
Yall wont shine if I dont bring the heat,you jus start to clutter
I bring Words to yo mother like I fucked Her in the library
she jus waitin on me to Spring-Er but man name aint Jerry
So yall stop showin ya tits I aint tossin no beeds
yall dudes get passed around and smoked like Weed
and yall raps r as dry as my sticks and seeds
I hate to do this but Im predictin the furture like a prophets
My ryhmes is like Katrina its hard to stop it
And To the Rest of yall that thought I Wasnt good and wouldnt Believe
I only got Three Words .............Fuck This League

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Stanza Productions *Dem City Boys*

this goes to the whole page...ya'll a disgrace but hell
congrad's guys,
...on making this the worst cyph in the history of lbl
see it from stanza's funny point of view...its a cyph it dont matter
but after seening his drop
.....i almost had a heart attack in laughter
you must need to get high to drop anythin good..heres a joint
listen stanza,
It dont mean your a rapper...if you rhyme the end of werds wit no point
dude all ya punchs soo weak they all flop
look at my lines above^^^ thats really a cypher drop
your gonna be a accomplice to murda, you betta hide
droppin so many TO punchs.....he'll try agian to commit suicide
i ripped you before..so i kno you remeber me
i'll crack ya head for the camera.....since ya got a photograhic memory

yea yea

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