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Big Maze, quit your day job. Cuz ya already in a Daze/
Ya Crews WTC? I blew all them cats up like da World Trade/
Listen to me dog, this aint MTV, and Ya Just Not Made./
Raps All ya know? Figured that, ya dropped outta the 3rd grade/

Ya Jobs a Hustler...But you dont know what to do like R.Kelly in an Orphanage/
You dont know the first thing about macking, so STOP FORCIN IT/

yeah they call me the gay rapper cause i'm the paper punks unwratte/they call me black majic, cause my weed is abracadabra/they call me black out cause when lights are out i blast/the call me money machine cause i counts hella amounts of cash/they call me the a-virus cause i'm fire in the hole/they call me the good man above cause i will crucify ur soul/they call me awesome in fact these are the facts/call me any thing u want i'm not a stick cross ur ass so don't call me wack/ Bitch Boy, not to be take seriously, Next

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shit was all good just a week ago!!

Lets start this off easy/
Dan ya not the man/
and ya rhymes just corn-cob-cheesy/

Your 7 years older, and still cant rhyme back/
You work full time, yet you get less change then a '50-cent' sound-track/

Dan, Stop, Just dont cypher/
Im so fast~you cant see this/
Dan, Quit, ya not a fighter/
Your pussy ass Punk from Eatsville, and you cant beat-this/

Your structure was weaker then that of a tee-pee/
Shiba, shaba, aba, me me, you couldnt defeat me, this is a cyper, not a guilty plea/

You couldnt smoke if your name was cheech, and i was chong/
Your rhymes are empty, just like ya bong/

You didnt diss once and hardly rhymed in that entire verse/
I'm just a newbie, but your lines are 10 times worse/

Your shit was all good a week ago/
Cuz your old, and wrecked, i destroyed ya pride~along with ya ego/
Listen to me go/i can flow/in more ways than ya know/ask ya mom, i gave her 3cent for a blow/

So in closing, i like to say..../
Pimp ta Pimp/
Dont Hate the playa, hate the gay.../

Fo' heasy/
My rhymes flow day and night, its easy/
Fake ass rnb thugs their rhymes are greasy, coming outta your mouth it sounds cheesy/
You not the man, your rhymes I cant understand/
Some decent rhyming, lyrical tenacity is what I demand/

Yall act like your ahead of me better than me, like youve actaully commited a felony/
But in real life you dont make no strife you dont have no wife you dont have no life/
Learn to rhyme before your brag about crime/
Brag about doing time, brag about how your living yours in this day and time/
Dont hate the playa, hate the lame/
Hate the hattrick, hate the dicks/
Hate his lyrics/
Hate that fake shit hate that sly shit/
Wait until you see my shit/

Just playing guys.

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Impendance, Lyrical defendance.

I NEED ME SOME CRACK -Tyrone Biggums.



Tray-Six

Stop it with the puff daddy ryhmes, hes probably your idol/
We aint playin instruments hear so quit doin a recital/
Are you really rappin or is your disease really vital/
Your flows is gettin cold minz heatin up like my breathe was pyro/

Dogs a fake.....

Thou shall not lie and its in the ten commandments/
Quit reciting the pledge of Alligence cause you lost your "Independence".

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Stop the half ass attacks/
Stop making yourself sound whack, stay off the crack/
Maybe you need a dictionary/
Look up lyrical wizardry/
Youll see me, flowing this shit metaphorically/
Puffy's not my idol, but you need some guidance/
Vital/
Your flows getting old, begining to get some mould/
You calling me a fake?/
Maybe you need a break/

You just broke your own commandments/
Good lyrics im demanding/
Lies im not understanding/
You need a backhanding/

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Impendance, Lyrical defendance.

I NEED ME SOME CRACK -Tyrone Biggums.



Tray-Six

Listen to me Im-pen-dance/
Your stuck in a daze, lost-in-a-trance/

Your name is a spelling mistake/
Your life is a fraud~homie ya just a-fake/

Stop cyphering here, go-home-man/
Homie, your a fag~go work at MJ'S nevaland/

Wow, what a fag~calls him self a wizard/
You homo, you blow more than a fucking blizzard/

Listen dog, i pitty you~at most/
WHY ARE YOU HERE!? WHY THE FUCK DO YOU POST?/

Lock! I bust you off! No wonder you get worked cuz ya rhymes are soft! Damn! Really don't no one care! You so damn pussy, you like cuddles the bear! I'll tell you what the hell i got on lock! Ya mom bitch! she won't get off my cock! Oh no! yeah i said it again LKD and i'm back and i'm bout to win!

138 posts for writing Lukewarm lyrical Shit...
Gay is when you fuck a Girl withought a Clit...
Yes the rap bitch is back on the new RB...
Representin' tha First lyrical flow - Just to EZ...
Ok step back, Leme stop talking Nonesence...
To late...I aint even botherin' ta Change my Content...

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Hattrick mate get off the dick/
Your attempted lyrics are making me sick/

Your lyrics impede your flows/
Blow your chances with hoes/

Hattrick, sounds like a master of the dick/
How you Know so much about MJ and his location/
Did he give you testical aggrevation?

Listen mate punks are like a virus and your the host/
Your rhymes im hating most without flow without mo' they just dont go/

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Impendance, Lyrical defendance.

I NEED ME SOME CRACK -Tyrone Biggums.



Tray-Six

Your rhyme style is just really pathatic//
Lyriks look'n like a rapping parapalegic//
Can't scatch that itch for a win, cause with your style, its alergic//

what you talkin bout rats and cheese, im the rat you the cheese
and i capture this false hazard faggot wit ease....
dont even ask for it..... cuz if you ask for it
i gotta passionate ass kickin wit a bat attached to it
ima ~state this here~, ~make this clear~, FUCK YOU
you better slide, hide, jump and duck too!

im the cat standin above the rat with the cheese
expired last week and now you got a disease
stomach pains were the diagnosis of this doctors mistake
didnt see this comin when you served up ya life on a plate.
this mouse was too far and his pains fate was a sinner
lyin dead on the carpet cuase this mouse is my dinner
for the sitter, is a new mess in my kitty litter,
she couldnt clean it up because too soon i bit her.
when i say he got shooted i can talk his words fluent,
cuase when i tack nerds on the wall, yall included.

man ill flip your shit wit TWO COUNTS
of the verbals sense that has a NEW MOUNTS
to demolish ur fairy tale of the RAT SCRIPTED SHIT
that aint even the right fake puch cause u played it wit a trick HAT ENCRYPTED HIT
cause ur ryhmes werse then ELIVIS PRESLY
i siing better then u cause u get rap behind the PELIS ! NEWBIE,
ur aint worth my lines i would MERK UR SOUL
ans then i would piss on ur grave and SMIRK AT UR HOLE

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killing fake emcees like a Isolated~Orphan/
u think u have skills step to me so i can Dislocate~ur~Organs//