Are you anonomous because you think we might not like you?
Not true, we hate you, it's only fair when we fight you
You bite too? A Tyson look-a-like afraid to go toe-2-toe
I'll go Blow-4-blow, not literaly, this homo's need to slow his role
Know your foe, couldn't smell a challenge after I broke his nose

Damn My boy is frontin' like a BadBoy from fight Club!
It's clear you never made a fist, never craved Mad Blood!
Let me Guess? Suburbia! Nice House, Nice Ride....
Mom & Dadddy pays it all, too bad they can't afford you pride!
Don't even try to come back, I'll really put you to shame
Like a Viral Disease I'll suck the Blood from your veins!

Watch the punchlines punch spines and then punch eyes,
but the only thing your verse could ever punch is other gay guys/
you write rhymes oblivious, indiscriminate, not needed,
I could hire a bunch of eight year olds to beat you up, an then call it weeded/
I'm reign supreme above all Light Weights, and that means you,
rewrite your name into Menendez and then put a sentence to you/
you destined to serve me cuz your skills don't un-nerve me,
don't ask me to recognize ya presence again cuz u not worthy/

pair a bitch ass is a gass, haha

your a fuckin homo and I know yo ass is suckin dick right now
don't bite down, you'll get beat down, I'm on the prowl
to kill pair a dyce fo real, you's a joke, a stupid one at that
your fat, your face looks like a pug or a wrinkly cat
pair a fuck face, you got some panty's that are lace?
man I don't want to hear about your fag apparel
this is no christmas carrol, I'm leavin you bloody chunks, a barrel full
so be carefull

I got my gun cocked... ready to shock...just like the jury did when o.j's sentence got dropped... i dont stop...but if i kill you.. they wont miss you.. they all diss you.. put down that tissue ...and stop crying like i hit you.

cha-me-leon...go grab your gun...and start to run... i am the one... i killed neo... that shit was fun. I'm right here.. with no fear... and no tears...i'm in gear...to kill all these queers.

i'll kill you... and then dyce... and then blunt...mutha fukker thinks hes someone.. he's just a cunt... just like 5... he's still alive?...he 's just jive...he still listens to that old skool bump n grind.

so come back... with my shit is wack... i got smacked..my lyrical content? yo it's in the back... next to ur mom... shes on the bomb...she made me cum...we driving out together to afghanistan... to find him... that bin laden...y'all comin...it's time someone... killed him yo he's got it comin... but he can wait...u aint straight... i'm at the gate...with so much hate ...i live fast dont believe in fate...

well that's all... i got to say...i'm on my way... this bitch he says the same shit everyday...and by the way... just time to say...fuk you but u can still have a very nice day

ay
you need to put your rhymes back-on-the-shelf
youre massively destructive, attackin-ya-self
with your flows, incredibly wack-they-need-help
i'll leave-you-with-welts like you got smacked-with-a-belt
i'll 'blacken'-ya-health, tar up in the chest
spit so much shit its impossible to digest, I'm-stressed
so-ill-suggest you don-tryn-protest, gon-die-you-second-guess
Anonomous

yall claim yall rappers the only thing yall could wrap is yall lips around my d..k yall aint bout shit step to a nigga like me ill lite ya up with hot shit from the barrel of my 223 leave yo brains splatter on the street it gets real when iam blasting my heat that ah knock ya off yo feet i stay strapped 24/7 a week i cant let a nigga steal me Iam worth money to niggaz on my sreet.

you defeating the purpose step to me I am itching let my glock start bursting wipe you off this earth put ya in a hurst body peers 6feet under dirt leave yo relatives hurt.

who da fuck is this nigga thinking he s a thug/
when everybody know you got hoe in yo blood/
talking bout you carry heat but you aint shot nobody/
you fukin fag you aint nothin but a carbon copy/

(lol newbies)
listen up partner go back to yo rodeos,
man i went to yo hood and got rode-by-yo-hoes,
punhclinr knockouts liek i'm throwin bows,
nobody and copy dont even rhyme u stupid fuck,
u bout to run outta luck, yes cuse the whole world hates-ya,
faggot let this be a lesson fo ya and no i'm not gunna cya later

how can u mouth when all u do is lose?
get a clue, read ur rhymes, they blew
you need to get luck urself, or duck
cuz ima come out swingin, u'll be stuck
cuz u fucked up messin with dis buck
fuck my ho, ill kill u and ur flow
i see u runnin, where u gonna go
im everywhere, hidin in ever crack
its a fact u lack the skillz ta hit me back

ill spit somthin quick, gotta dip in a second though...

what the fuck is this, i thought hes sposed to more heavy
but then again hes not dependable like a chevy//
im spittin steady, like a marriage for 20-years-b//
ill appear an spit so severe plenty-revere-me//
dont get near-me, you aint even sposed to hear-me//
im runnin in fifth while you in reverse gear-G//
are you the one sayin nobody an copy don go together?//
how clever, you rhymed hates-ya an later, but what ever.....

Anonomous

damn, he dropped when i was spittin my verse... what ever. that still goes to still...

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22 "post"ain't enough fo a writer ta "ghost"//
type cat prolly scream'n he rap ta "hoes" put'n on "boast"//
wit no "flows", silver chain say'n its platnuim but fubu ain't ur "clothes"//
they yo "mans" u know u str8 borrowed from "him"//
like the "timberlands" miss'n da tree out da "land"//
from when u was "walk'n"ta payless buy'n shoes "again"//
u a fake "friend"taken shirts get caught excues "mistake'n"//
a shirt u wanted ta rock, but the "imataion" 1 at wally world was "taken"//


i don't know i was jsut be'n krazie yo i'm high as anotha person!

Filthy Ya barz "Make No Cents", and ya talk is "Cheap"/
dats why U alwayz get "Pissed On" like "Toilet Seats"//
I'm da lil rock in ya shoe I'll neva get off ya nervez/
and shove ya face so far in da pavement dat U'll be spitten up curvez//