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illy fo' really
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Ya Shook already Bitch And This Is My First Line ...
Like A Clock Thats Broke .. Dawg Ya Wastin Ya Time ... Imma K.O This retard And We Aint even In A Battle ... Ya Score Maybe 3-0 But Ya aint Been 1-on-1 Wit ShackleS ... Don't Reply Coz Like An Old penny Ya Lines Aint Werth Shit ... If you Were In A Competition With 1 Person You Still Come Third Bitch ... |
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didnt make a flow, but its better that way/
cause he lyrically doesnt know, that his crew is gay/ Ill rip anybody apart, dont care who it is/ You aint a good rapper, just cause Pac in you sig/ I'll leave you like him, folks askn where is he/ Cuba, Jamacia, or really 6 feet deep/ |
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Houdini
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Ery'one who believe this cat above me's the whack'st Type 123
Cuz, U count to that his moms on her back ,Screamin fuck me, ho'didnt'say'please// I'll leave you stunn'd wit my "horse", Worse than'christopher-reeve's, While I'm at it I'll make you hoe get down, and blow'me, While rubbin'her-knee's ![]() weak but just killin time
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RobKilla
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You in waaay ova yo head
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is this cat 4realz??? somebody tell this nigga somethin 4 i crack his jaw you got absolutely no chance against me kid... you suck if we was battlin, all i gotta do is sneeze and i'll get a fuckin K-O on yo broke ass... banishment battle? are you serious? you would lose so fast that it wouldnt even be funny... but i guess you really wanna get kicked off tha site im callin you out in Bitch Slapped homie... this will be a real banishment battle ![]() |
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Your shots are more played than a game of top gunner/
While my shits over your bars like high jumpers/
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Succès Facile!
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benedict or synic whatevah tha name//
suckin dick 2 get ahead of the game...U consider yahsef lame// chump change...not a contender...not even close// chump change ur name u pretendin ur shots even ghost// better yet they dont even exist// ur nothin but jibberish like spittin wit false teeth and uneven lips// ![]() |
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chose a wrong element for a name-in many ways-
seems your flame yeilds-all heated from watchin mills_ (steel mills) and you not even cold STILL-you got wackness suplied in mass- lose so damn much when it happens its like a blast from the past- enraged for the fact-of the truth is released- you "hungry" but, the public has to know man- you have the least of the "feast"-even the crease and IRON (element) but when lyrics and ya flow meet- the fabric only grow tired (iron) ^^crit dat shit pleeaaase
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The Competition
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Succès Facile!
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IP:
^^that was cool I like tha multi's^^
if you were talkin bout me.....lol...that shits insain// In tha past I destroyed thousands of city's only left remains// Roman catholics called me sin..im the descendent of kain// dependin on the weak an lame.... ta do my biddin// proverse should've known tha I speak the flame.... even tho my place isnt with the livin// I was the king of the darkness...my name rings in the ears of the heartless// now it appears that I spark this... in the peers of the Hi-archness// So ColdSteeL was born when the legecy died// Coldsteel sworn ta scorn anybody ahead of my rise// now i can see clear with the red in my eyes....blood an massacer// I can see history rewindin...people been blindin// my advise ta you is know about timin befor you start rhymin// yah shit dont make since talkin bout the past// your name should be oscar the grouch cause your career belongs in the trash... |
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fuck coldsteel, listen motherfucker hold still, im the big mac of this rap, you aint even a whole meal/
I see you talkin bout timin', peep you barkin bout rhymin, when you only a youngin...probably got someone knockin ya hymen/ you a dick ridin bitch, never had you a solo, so lay ya gat up, before I grey matter ya polo/ and who that be, its the kid, better cool that g...stripe suit wit a knife duke...ooooh thats me!/ compare us...see im quicker wit picker uppers ridiculous spittin nothin but pimpin...cuz this is ambition I'm dishin up in ya system/ you aint shit, I had to rumble wit mens who hate how deuce double have no trouble wit pens/ deuce |
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As Seen On T.V.
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duece dub? a new sub title to the root thug. your much of infidel.
rhymes wouldnt commend a line, even if you were in the dell. your sig can tell loads about a person, you got nothing. only time you have staight signals, is when you not bluffing. like two knots touching. they connect but the dont involve the other. dont worry bout other ppls problems, and do text again until you solve the studder.
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quote your own damn lyrics...
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Light Weight
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diss whoever, aight im down wit this
secound nature, like the shake after i piss whats this cats name above me, verbal abuse? what u should do is tie a knot, on a noose then hang that shit right off the stair way i heard that u might be the emcee thas gay but who knos, thas here nor there all i got to say is, put the dro in the air hahahaha a smoked out freestyle so its whatever ![]()
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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB -crunchy blac(three 6 mafia) i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged -styles p(the lox) u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice -I 20 Quote:
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illy fo' really
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Bitch Ya Nothin, I Don't Even Consider You As Threat ...
How Do We Know Ya Can Freestyle, Were Ova Tha Net ... Why Do Ya Bother, Like Ya Thoughts even Matter ... What Are We Tryna Guess Which one Of Us Is Wacker ... Yeah Hard To Guess ,Not Thats Why Im 6-4 'n' Your 0-2 ... Bitch Ya Broke Thats Why Ya Computer Only Takes "MP2" ... |
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As Seen On T.V.
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you take two steps up, and one back. you just a lame.
i inquire multi elements of baron n copper, til i combust your name. your a must, to sleigh. like negro chicks, ill have you modernly spread. keying ryhmes like your keyboard came from a dumpster, well poverties dead. let your motto be fed straight from these text, make an anthem of its roots. wants his rhymes to give us kicks, get some grammar first. ill hand 'em sufix boots. im up his suit, like lint...either way im stuck to yuh. i have your threads fullproof. laundry might be your only way to keep clean from my fued n loot... ...thats the hard cold truth.
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its all good, I pissed people off in the past, coldsteel just mad cuz I wont jack-off on his ass/
but thats typical, when you deal wit a simple individual, see I rap on the norm, you just performin a ritual/ see I'm sicker when I spit, flip a trigger wit a slick rubber grip for which----ever motherfucker talkin shit/ verbal abuse? how dare you use that word in the booth...oh I get it, ya moms heard now she's encouragin you/ peep my life, see what the real murderers do, cop a new whip from the burbs...the insurance is you/ trust-fund motherfuckers |
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I have a lot to learn...
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check this wack kid... Man leave tha cypher ya gon' get flattened n' slammed.. Nobody gives a shit bout ya trust fund, herb... So go back to the bank.. ya vexed n in pain, man, like sex on a plane, ill leave ya wearin n fucked up sure ya got some lines kid.. but i gotta ask... where is ya structure??! one
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