nigga is a wanna be P i m p has Limp spurts.....
village P.I.M.P cuz dis nigga pimps smurfs........
ya flow is garbage dont talk about otha peoples punches.....
some niggaz cannibals like hannibal...so u'll be peeps lunches....
So chill out wit da shit talk cuz u gon be done....
I wont say u got nice punches untill i see one....
I got love fo all emcees but i jus gotta dis u kid....
u think u cant be beatin but cats say magician jus did.....
Its crazii how funny dis kid is JOKE! ish.....
but i'll end ya career like Hokis..pokis..... lolz iight ~1~

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...i didnt pick this, sorry i gotta knock u out wit da quickness...
...Dey say Dis trick slick, Not even tylenol can cure my sickness...
...I dont mess wit hoes i jus get da Pro sluts...
...Ya 13 man crew will be left like a bakers dozen of Doughnuts...

this man above me spits played out lines/
and im sure he'll steal some better rhymes/
when i get ina zone i tend to discombobulate/
and this bitch cant seem to accomodate/
my sedistic style, magicians style is summed up as vile/
he cant get past my guarenteed to succeed trial/

he cant see me, destroyin this kids easy/
prolong ya pain like birth and oversized feces/(feces = doodoo lol..)
cheat me?, no i'd put an end to ya time/
funny thing is, im just ending my fourth line/
now whats sad, is my worst is your best/
i should leave a damn brand impressed on your chest/
punches hard like pavement, meet your next engagement/
my rhymebook is my brain, no wonder why you askin where the page is(pages)/
id say something about ya mother, but damnit shes got herpes/
and im afraid you might spit, cause then you'd definitlly murk-me/
dont hurt me .. NOT.. you couldnt lunge if you tried/
id throw u over a cliff, but you'd be confused on whether to plunge or to die....

that herpes line: herpes can be passed onthru saliva if u didnt know...yes even "head"....... just thought id explain thats why i edited

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SHit... STL... FUCK YOU

You Need to Check the Cross State Bitch, Cuz We More Tighter over herre
You Need to check that Prostate Itch, Cuz His Momma Been Givin' you head
Gays Come up to you and say Hey Hoops, You Say "I Like The Way You Do that RIght Thurr"
RB knows that the Lou Bitches like Gay Groups, But Me & MT Leave Faggits Stright dead
I'm Like Nelly, Murph, J-Kwon, & CHingy, Cuz Man I REally Suck At THis Rappin'
I'm Unlike ANy One Who Ever Reps Louie, Cuz Man I'm Really Good at PImp Slappin'

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nigga you aint never been real, aint held no metal/
niggas like me get in ya head, have you hotter than a tea kettle/
whips and lashes, i dip more than ice cream and fa-ggits/
and coughin up a lugy is the only time you hack-it/ (come up to par)
pass it, that mic dont belong to you, how the fuck really right if u dont rep the lou??/
this niggas a fine steak, you making me ir-rate/
bet you ride the bi-state and just a victim of crim-rates/
never speak of my city or ill leave you to be decomposed/
ill leave ya face leakin, and reakin of a beacon-nose/ (beacons light up red, red nose)

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str8 give it up bitch when i want da cream
cuz i when do u tricks will wish diz was a dream
i don't hate but u disrespect me dat is da quiccest way 4 u 2 catch slugs in ur necc
so don't try me cuz i won't hesitate 2 kick ur azz 1 of 2 ways like wut
like Lil Scrappy, "I Don't Like 2 Get Violent, But I'll Fucc Ya Azz Up"
just chill out play ur postion & know ur role like da Rocc
i wish i could just make money wit out all u hoes wantin 2 ride my jocc

THis nigga's computer illiterate, "cuz i when do U" aint an actuall sentince/
this nigga cant ryme, his syllibals'll leave and inglish professer crying senseless/
Lines like "I'll kick Ur azz 1 of 2 ways like wut"....... is the reasons rappers in training dont get they licence/
U got no skillz, and U dont know shit about street violence, so stay in silence/
this nigga aint never battled, he's new to getin hes asskicked/
I'll make U want more punchlines like a fanatic massacist/
I'll flip more battles than U could flip moodswingz and birds/
I'll have U serving me my "number 8" supersized while I battle your managers/
armed wit lucky 13, but nigga I run my own post office/
wit mail carriers that'll dryby ur block and lunch wrongly addressed rockets/
My life style is hot, like Ur breath at the top of the mourning/
U was born in a field wit clones, so Ur hole crew is equally korny/
Battlin me is like bringing candy to class, cuz I got enough for everyone/
this niggaz younger then the number of posts & thread that he's suscribing on/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..

for gods sake drop it man, its so boring and played just stop it...
from what the cat dropped maybe he does work at a post office..
you dont pack no nine millimetre, maybe id believe if i could actually see-ya
you talk the talk, im not hardcore but you aint hardcore either
trying to reach-ya, spit knowledge, im not a rapper im a teacher
stop talking black, right now you rap fiction, try to rap realer
this cats a meterial indivudual, want respect try spitting shit thats true
hard on net but in physical ways, ill bring out the bitch in you
in the middle-you are a sorry kid that in your child days was ridiculed
older now you think rap is cool, so you come to the net lyric school
attention seeker but no-one will give it to you, how do i know this?
after 2 years of rapping when someone dropping, this is what you notice
you detect, through aspects of the rhyme, the time the cat started
the time rap elevated, the packed vocab, and if they come across retarded
its usually because theyre star-hit, heard 50, fab and em and they heart-lit
"i wanna do that too" but they copy cos the rap game is one of the hardest
when you know how to do it it works, if you dont youll lose it, it only gets worse
this guys an example, look the the flow and vocab he used in his verse


dammit gangsta schemes piss me off.........................................argh..

peace

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You didn't diss shit you just ranted like a bitch
Tails tell to ya face instead of runnin to snitch
Heads call the whack police and have them come
Rip the drag off n' use you to feed the dragon
Finally hear you drop some massive shit
Nonverbal we got the stink to go with it
Face it all you do is talk shit n' rhyme at the end
Now that's the truth see I aint tryna offend
go rip ya tounge out incase you ever try spit again
you just embarress yaself and put me at wits end

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Wits is somethin you wouldn't have if ya name was "Merlin"
When this Prophet sits down to write, ya'll gonna be fallin like "Berlin"

If your name iz Ozzy, then why aren't you writin rock
If this was a game of "chicken", then you'd be the "cock"

I'm makin you look stupid, I'm sonnin you, now call me papa
Lets be real, you couldn't "hack" shit even if you worked at Orange County "Choppas"

It's kinda funny, the shit they'll let on this site
Cause it's like "Delta" when I sign in, everyone takes "flight"

Now go back to the drawin board and try again
Then maybe you can come up w/something that I could write when I was 10!!

you come here talk shit, but really where is the talent?/
id call you out, but im actually afraid of the battle/
they might yell at me for mudering a dumb newbie/
and i like my phat wallet, so bassically dont sue me/
let me let you in on a secret, all that "" dont mean nothing/
you gotta let ya rhymes do ya hyphenating, then you'll amount to something/
you thought you had us beat, na bruh, fix ya wig/
im startin to see your true age, 20 years ago you were 10....

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You should stick to "Hoops" cause this game aint for you
You say you reppin "Louie", too bad it's just the "Eric Predoehl" dude

Usin some big words, too bad you don't know what they mean
I think somewhere in your verse, you got lost in your avatars green

Now you "stuck" like Keunu Reeves in the "Matrix"
Yeah, you're a bad ass gangsta who's bout as hard as latex

You're my second born son, but I ain't payin support
Lets take this to the E.H.C "jury" and you'll be found guilty on the "court"

Guilty of bein the whackest mo'fucka to ever write lyrical text
Retards writin verses, someone tell me what's next??

so typical, a tupac avatar for a fan/
heard "brendas got a baby", did the same thing,and thinks hes a man/
aitn no way you can see me, using words like "lyrical" in ya verse/
heres an idea, try making us belive before sayin it first/
if your prophet, then damnit must confess im the son-of-god/
cause you couldnt possibly guess, one verse from me will solve-ya-probs/
and if you understand just gimme a head-nod/
seeing i blew out ya teeth, and stabbed you with the bed rod/
you couldnt spit a crazy flow if i drowned you then slapped you wit a skitzophrenic/
and you couldnt star in ya own track, if nobody else appeared in it!/

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Unwillingly I have to beat and defeat you/
Nothin better to do cos you from the lou/
But not the place you thinkin of, i'm talkin 'bout the toilet/
Can't get my head around the "rim" its not for Hoops so I coil it/
You spoil it when you open your mouth in this keystyle game/
You refrain to complain as ya face entertains, I kill you jus the same/
Whether its B-Ball or Football, hackey sack or hockey you crap/
You can't rap or play sports in place you in submissions an you tap/
I got no time for you so I'll leave you with a foot for now/
I slaughtered you easy cos u gre'sy, an leave you wonderin "how?"