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Ice-Berg
New to RB
Posts: 15
Joined: Mar 2003
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Status: Offline
Battle Record: 0-0

Like a prophecie bound to be ignored,
spit somethin better im fuckin bored,
wait till you see what i got in store,
leave you worthless and tore,
go read some books on writing,
while im here deciding,
where the fuck your hiding,
cause your gonna need some dividing,
im implying that your days done and i aint lying,
it aint fun and i aint tryin to take fun,
but your cryin wont help,
1 bit,
old shit,
thats it,
your done,
take some advice and just quit..........

*******MC PORNO SPIT AT THIS TWIT**********


Ice berg ur lying to urself,
10 years time nigga u still be on da shelf,
Namin ur ass like ur cold as ice,
Only time u cold is when I take ur life,

they call you porno cause you "got no plot"//
spittin cold garbage you thought was hot
like algebraic equations you need a solution//
if you think you a dope mc you must be the "lord of illusions"
lack of intensity leads to less integrity//
i make it sound that simple because it is to me
hit the library and get a vocabulary/
it's just scary to think you don't own a dictionary
you're a "mick" on the mic like corned beef and cabbage//
have a pint of guiness watch out for liver damage

This fool got bad jeans, he's a bad dumb teen,
The type to ask... for some cookies and cream..

How'd you get in a crew with wack shit like that?//
skinny ass rhymes that you thought was phat
you need to elevate meditate on ya rhyme/
cause ya shit'll be stinkin when you go for mines...

roux roux roux ya boat gentley out this cypha, damn u couldnt have preccition shots if yo ass was the 'DC Sniper'/
couldnt spit venom if yo ass was a 'viper', damn g u should wear a 'dyper' wit tho 'baby' raps, u couldnt b tight if u were a 'vice'
take my advice n quit rap cuz we all kno ure the real meaning of the word G-A-P///

that shit made no "cents" like you was "unemployed"/
back up off me before you get "destroyed"
less than perfect, played out and uninspired//
if this was mcdonalds dumbass you'd get fired
work on ya flow like workin on construction//
you got all the materials but you aint buildin nothin

see the xposure of ure lyrix makes the strongest of men wither,
thats jes cuz ya lyrix r wack dawg like u got no power shits gettin 'Dimmer'/
u dont want it wit this man this only a cypha,
come wit a real verse n watch me 'Decipher'////

sounds like you wanna battle tough guy like bruce willis//
i got hot rhymes like "Rambo" got "bullets"
your vacabs a little lacking, your eglish skills are slacking//
your skull will get a crackin from my verbal blows impacting on your head like two hands slapping or rail road cars un-tracking
your an accident waiting to happen//
a car wreck with no survivors feel your lungs collapsin'
set it up so i can tear ya down//
you don't want none of this you pathetic hip hop clown

come on man dog your rhymes aint hot
spittin some shit like that you bound to get shot
what are you talkin bout homie you aint on my level
either get hit with tha gun or tha fuckin shovel
im new to rapbattles its my time
you aint 50 but ill give you nine
you can get it from far away or close range
but my muthafuckin aim wont change

niggaz dont want it wit me

dispicable shit that don't even hit//
i leave you shakin and twitchin like epileptics have fits
clown ass "CUFF" must be the missing "link"//
fuckin with me you need to see a shrink, you must be the shit cause you "stink"
your rhymes land light like pilow fights son//
i got heavy blows like lennox lewis, you don't want none
you the worst emcee i heard here to date//
third rate ingrate, battle record still a clean slate
enough of this shit i'm sick of this dude//
go fuck off CUFF, how's that for rude?

roux that was wack ass fuck
come to my hood i'll make sure you get stuck up
you talkin how i got ah clean slate
well come battle me pussy you scared you'll get ate
i cant be the worse rapper up to date
homie thats you i came a little late
talkin bout records you lost 6 'n' im bout to be the 7th
8th,9th,10th,and,11th
nigga i kno you like my flo
cause you wouldn't hopped on my dick like a lil ass ho
you 27 go do something wit your life
im 17 i can do something wit yo wife
you tha type of muthafucka to snitch
your mom sayin my baby grew up to be ah bitch


you ah grown muthafuckin man
'n' you still ah bitch
you comin at me in a bitch ass way
but thats the only way you kno

roux u got 560 somthin posts on rap battles.com,
ain't none of them worth the cyberspace they stored on,
think yo intelligent wit your DNA logo,
muthafuka u ain't nuthin but an uneducated negro,

settle down kids, it's story time//
this ones about how BOTH YA'LL CAN'T RHYME
CUFF and Porno, sittin in a tree//
these two internet thugs are pussies, how can that be?
go set up a battle if you got the balls//
you tryin to run at me but neither of ya learned yet to crawl
it's the INTERNET and you both aint hardcore//
you're not thugs, not g's, and you can't rap for sure.....

im sinkin ya boat

im ahead of this game and cuttin throats/
im burnin inside, your like cheech, up in smoke/
why write? its like when you write there's nothins wrote/
and why bite? is it cause you lust for my quotes?/
i bust in the door, army boots crushin the floor/
and tried to rob roax but he's nothin but poor/
and his raps are so-so, i'll trap this homo/
and rip apart the fabric of his DNA logo/
he dont know what he's up against the ropes for/
he just remembers Joe swung and he was like "ohhh no"/

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