"Albi aint even follow the rules"

Yo, rules were made to be broken,
So shut ur fat ass mouth, heres a token

I aint tryina be em, shit, I'm white trash?
Your fuckin smokin ash, mixed it with some hash...

I dont suck dick, I got class, why dont YOU stop Rappin and keep that dick stuck up ur ass - fagit

shhhh....
This bitch must love poop in'er mouth cause she won't stop talken shit//
The only time she spits hard is after sucken my dick//
She's more fruity than grapes bout to get plucked quick//
Shit, I see six lines so what you mean you braken the rules?//
Your like a Nerd watchen your watch just waiten to be cool//
Albi gotta be a fool, wit no questions asked...sayen you got class? why don't you keep the lies till last!..

..Nise..

(Dawg that was tight!)

Ok, Ok, Nise got some lines,
If Ive been suckin his dick, heres some of mine...
1inch expanded to two, I suck that shit so good he came right through, I suck on dicks, clits, tits, balls, you name it, I see no shame in it!
I'm a dirty ass whore, tame aint it?
So I'm nerd huh? Just talkin shit bout it like u gonna murdah, cus the only shit round ur dick is your hand dog, rub it hard cus ur palms ur only lover, oh sorry, I forgot, you fucked your mother

Stop the act..Stop ya rap//
Bout to change my 'shoes' to 'Timbs' and 'stomp' this brat//
Albi still couldn't 'hit hard' if she had a 'steel bat'... I gotta steel frame//
Albi goes to 'Milton Bradley' to buy herself some 'game'//
When you see my name, you know it's Nise not disgrace//
Thas to bad, Albi's life's bout to be misplaced...

Nise

Oh shit, I'm quaking in my boots, I'm fillin pants quick with this sudden fright that I gonna piss,

Scuse me if I take a hit on this, cus it seems to me the Nise can only miss, funny really how he clarified his "murdah" diss,

Lemme bend over, give u my ass to kiss, seems im first on his list, seems he's gonna send me down to ground so I'm six-feet under,

and I begin to wonder if this is simply thunder, cus he cant strike with lightning, with his "oh so frightning" talk about one-way fighting,

And nise when I see your name, I think bout what it must be like to hold up such shame, to be a lame rapper in this battle game, to be confused about his own discrace, seemingly he's forgot his place...

Take it from behind son, you dont wanna taste,

basically i think both of yall need to shut the fuck up/
nise, aint it time that u just fuckin gave up?/
albi, i think its time to eat some tea and crumpets/
cuz it seems to me your knickers are gettin all in bunches/
both your raps are weak, its really makin me laugh/
u sit here talkin bout stickin a dick up in eachothers ass/
u kno wat i think, yall should just get hitched/
cuz apparently, yall both love talkin bout the dick/
dont realize, youre just wastin your time?/
sittin next to your computer, pathetically tryin 2 rhyme?/
cuz its quite clear to me, yall aint goin nowhere/
i hear theres a queerfest in england, mayb you can have your honeymoon there/

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to win this i aint gotta use everythin within me
u couldnt blow a fuckin mic if u was monica lewinski

A-1 Lyricists

u eitha :ride: wit us
-oR-
>collide< wit us

I'ma bout 2 put tha cypher on lock, handz down
tha fuck is a hamtown.. soundz like a fat ho
a lyricist but you rappin bout snacks doe
strapz i pack those, cock back n clap those
screens fall down in a Hummer, ride around watchin Dumb and dumber
after I post this i'll probably run game on ya n get yo number

lyrical smashin,threatz get a beat-down//
streched out on his block, now call his city Dead-Town//
im back in da thread,postin,roastin any1//
i think u like bein dissed...u always above me son//
b0ut ta black out on dis premature punk//
melt em wit hot lyrics,even his spirit is fearin my spunk//
u online so plz reply back//
or imma roll up on ya whip,empty shellz were u and ya guys at//
see me da red chucks and khacki suited//
like bone thugs record label dis soldier is ruthless//
dont be foolish thinken u can hang like clothes-lines//
run up,i hold my..ground..dont get clothe lined...down//
imma just stepin in unannounced//
half da spittaz became quittaz...can u see? they all bounce//
da fuckin phenomenon dropin bombs like da iraq thugz//
i clap clips,and flip bricks and krack backs wit slugz//
re'up on drugz weekly//
and im not digestible so no rappa can eat me//
play da wall,or get smacked up son//
head butted wit da gun,and i kinapp ya son//
hold em for ransome till u give up da mic//
play stupid,like cupid..slugz to ya heart taken ya life//

lets go

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I live my raps, whatchu really know bout bricks
an stackz, be in all black with ya gat behind a skee mask
ready 2 blast an put a nigga on his ass
see you ain't a thug, never touched a weapon
weak lil bitch on tha cypher half steppin
fuck a gun, nigga i'll box ya
better yet drop ya, n after dat maybe I'll pop ya

boi plz,i'll get da pattle and put it to ya facial//
get misplaced bro,kick ya ass real slow//
i just killed u..dont lie//
whip ya tears away...dont cry//
its only da net,nothings to be taken wrong//
dis my last reply for now...im taken da rest of da day off//

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When ya gonna learn, you play with fire you gon get burned
cause i'm hot, an you not.. you should not
diss me with any sorta rhymes that you got
thats off top, fo I knock... yo ass out dis cypher
i spit fire, da king of dis shit nigga so you can call me tha sire

nigga u aint no king... more like u tryna dethrown me/
after i whooped yo ass in that battle u started to clone me/
got heat? homie go on an show me/
ya girl dont even know me but stay tryna blow me/
some of ur postz i dont even notice like a freckle from a distance/
tryna leave off ur rhymez anu gonna be usin insence for breath mintz/

ok so u say u rep texas/
well dawg let me show u wut teks iz/
u gone end up having chest pains/
when the lead hit ur faces/
yes dawg dat hot shit leave u restless/
n u claim ur name ghost/
well get at me i can show u whut death is

i done been to the southside of chi where niggaz ride 4 different typez of rimz/
how the fuck u got a computer when i see all them crack stimz/
get the fuck out my cypher/
call me father cause im bout to put yo ass in a diaper/
aint no thang for me to diss u/
kill u an be at u funeral handin ya momz a tissue/

i dont know where to begin, but one-thing, and i know u saw it coming/
your rhymes are nothing, no punch no flow, keep that in mind next time u say something/
by running rhymes through ya brain usually processes occur, or so ive heard/
these processes are used to see and deterr from mistakes made in ya words/
i can see from your work you did not think before u started rhymin/
my analyzing cant be wrong, the evidence is in what your citing/
what your writing there is a complete and utter waste of space n room/
ya taste in punches is the costume of what you would want to write if you were new/
namely where you wrote, and i quote "get yo asshole filled with the end of a broom"/
ya grammar skills are below par, so far, they dont seem too strong/
didnt give off a good impression when u spelt *womb* wrong/
probably a 12 year old primary school kid, u know nuthin bout hard lifes, a fool-with/
rich-bitch characteristics, this kid tries to inflict mental anguish but surely aint the sharpest kid in the district/
hit-miss is what he plays hopes and prays that his rhymes are writ the right way/
that he can for another day pretend to be a good mc, only to betray/
himself fooling himself into thinkin hes skillfull, givin a fistful to even more wishful new rappers, then he thinks his shits-good?/
u gotta be jokin, either u smokin, or you just plain stupid/
most cats when they step up to rap dont know what to do-then/
ur no different, the guy above yous at ya level and you think u rule-him/
aint it the truth, ghost, you raps are nuthin, mine are *(f)phatter* than *glucose*/
do-post another, please, i insist, could be your chance to repute, ghost./
or better yet stay mute ghost, cos the second you do drop a second post/
even if others reply ill still aim my rhyme at YOU ghost

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