Fuck outta here dude, i'm ownin the game
But your crew's DOHPE!
...well, only the name
Fucking homo, ima stab this queer fake
And forget shake-spear, you gon' see me spear shake

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your a joke try'n a be sassy, while my style is savy
cause ur text makes about as much sense as ya avy!
jack is trashy, he can hardly bend or crunch
so i'll prove he ain't creative with a single punch
now i'll stoop to ya level to prove it's intelligence you lack
cause it must've taken hours for this..
..fuck jack the ripper, i'm gonna rip jack!
damn you crap! ur not a rapper, ur a fan thats wack
whose got bigger lips than on a man thats black!
wow @ that! buts its fact 'n no i'm not racist
but ur the only cat in the season whose actually tastless
'n that^ line, you probably won't get it, cause..
..it has more creativity than any of your shit does!

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Now voters gon read this, & fuckin laugh
cause I aint read none that shit ^, but I still know its wack
Say that punch outloud, imagine being on stage
cause thats the only thing Met will ever do... imagine being on stage

I need to Air out them wack-ass puches, they're spent..
i'll put a hole in his body.. an catch the breeze through A vent
sure.. butler beat me too... dude is nice with the rappin'
but at least there were a couple votes FOR ME when it happened
You got flawlessed.. n sat at home with no ass, postin
The only time hoes go to Avent's... is when Mercules host them
I beat the fuck out this punk in a jiffy
'Rel-ate so many of my punches.. now he share feelings with me
sick my ghoulie crew on you.. bitch, its bound to get violent
doin EA so bad... O,I, & U went silent

Merc your a les atleast thats what your name says
cuz ill put a NU hule thru this GENT like fucking TED
or ill put you to fucking bed shit,so try to be my apprentice
cuz yourwack ass is jus the 8th word in that sentence

am back to spit shit off the brain, gun claping battling me u incyan
i'll vibe to ya name, like MTA my work is to ryde on u like automatic trains
my spit lava hot fire, it'll cremate ya bones till i use u'r ashes to fill my blunt
i'll tie ya neck with a bunggy-cord an host it live on faces of death stunt
i'll hand-drill this nut, an thats befor u get screwed in this battle
automatic loss, danm if ya computer had controllers ya hands to brain'll get rattle

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!

that shit wuz ILL!

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i dont get it..............

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dude.. the vowelz.. A,E,I,O,U.. WTF?

roflz! how you not get it sonz?

i hope that sheds some clarity on the situation.

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clear the situation? STFU im known to merk kid
id like to get back to the cyher if you could just jump off mercs dick
your a fat fuck with no authority..showin that this herbs gay
but if you put your foot down, youd cause a fuckin earthquake
my flow is sick, your just a moaning bitch so stop spittin lines
before RV turns into a liquer shop cause of how much you winge n' wine
rhymin sick yea, n if your signed n shit then fuck your shoddy lable
we dont like you kid cause your concepts argon, like a broken periodic table
if you carry on chattin shit when im rappin sick, this fag'll bleed
when i put my foot in his mouth like the animal disease
nice lines here and there, but your fake when you spit them
you sikh talent and skill so much you changed your religion
il leave you hit fucker, you spit rugged? your flows began to rott
cant pleasure a chick cause you aint big brother,like the show had stopped

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Daubs MySpace

Beat you here last week; with acclaimed verse I been nice
Your only hope is Kempo won't let the same person win twice
truth is I'm ruthless.. Its this bitches rhyme that feebs passed
If you want to win, keep your head up...the league's ass

daubs why ya gotta talk? i thought we was cool on lock
damn that shit hurt.. about as much as ur verse did to glocks
i'm crackin ya clock! in ur matches, you've come lighter
but u know shits bad when..
..ur usin ur best punches in the LBL's cypher
dawg ur no fighter! 'n ur concepts have no wit, bitch!
there about as fresh as me takin food out'a the freezer 'n defrostin it
'n ur sigs are forever dry, but dawg i never lie
cause DaubsDesigns shit.. the no one would ever buy
you should die! but how could i leave ya lifeless, fucker?
when the only sole you ever had was completely made of rubber
dude ya done! cause daubs, soon you'll run!
cause i'm a Chase you away like you owe'd that bank funds
but ya lost to glocks geek, better luck next week
so congrats on drop'n 2 verses.. 'n not gainin shit from each!

out.

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To win, you went to your rhymebook & began fetching lines
thought posting more would help
& it just showed us your wack over a longer stretch of time
And thats a fact, you're wack, my rhymes redeem it
your concepts? I'm only sikh how many times i've seen it

'n feebs can get it to, u ain't a thug, i can see the bitch in you
cause the only time ur cap'n shit.. is when ur wear'n a fitted, dude
get split in two! now ur on rv cause ur sites just not sailing
but if Feeble Minded his own business..
..maybe RB wouldn't be failing!

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