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09-12-04, 07:43 PM
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In ya area.
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Archaeologist? Boy I'll hit you with the shovel
Make you spit all ya flow out and drown you in the puddle Change ya title to "wack is just an uderstatement" 'Cuz ain't nobody feel you except yourself, it's lyrical masturbation I rhyme slicker than grease, ya sig design set you up No wonder ya name's on a tombstone, now you deceased...
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09-12-04, 07:52 PM
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Simply Dope
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Wow your on that same tombstone... keep dissin yourself~
Now you feel stupid and feel as small as an elf~ If you had tonsilitis you wouldnt flow sick~ Keep starin thinking maybe i might do a trick~ Your slick like grease well ur also slimey~ When i drop my hot rhymes u keep trying 2 mime-me~ Masturbation? ya voice sounds like ur goin through constipation~ Here ill make you slick... ill just cover u in lubrication~ |
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09-12-04, 07:56 PM
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this nigga thinks hes nice cuz da council had picked-em
he ses his state is ILL cuz the high rate of syphilis vitims
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09-13-04, 11:08 AM
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Light Weight
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Cat-M-I-C on the scene straight from the bean//
Who'd ever think this cunt could win on the scene// Two line rhyme? this is a battle, not a freepost// Got ya shittin on ya Calvin Kline's quicker than most// You see you people are blinded from whats beneath// I'm talkin bout this kid's pearly whites, an I ain't talkin 'bout his teeth// Keep comin with nothin an you be runnin out the game// It's a shame, you're style's lame I got you tamed, Spit whack shit again an I'll be blastin you out the frame// |
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09-13-04, 11:28 AM
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E-Style, Bitch.
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yo man riddle me ''this'', how u even trynna ''diss'' when u a 4 foot midget?
..Man Look At Ya Hair, Your Sportin A ''Mullet''.. This Kid So Dumb If I Loaded The Gun n Held It 2 My Head He Still Couldnt ''Pull-It''.. Nigguh This Cyhper Is Like ''Pool''..I'm Knockin Dumb Fucks Off The ''Table''.. ..I'm Willin n ''Able''.. Spittin Homosexual Disses At This Gay Fuck To Make Him Feel ''Unstable''.. ..I'm Spittin These ''Words'' From ''Keys'' (Letters) Like A Game Of ''Scrabble''.. U Couldnt Asemble A Hot Rhyme If U Got A ''tutorial''.. ..U Got Murderd In 6 Lines n ''Another One Bites The Dust'' Is Playin At Ya ''Memorial''
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09-13-04, 01:14 PM
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illy fo' really
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Call Him A Toilet Tha Way You Always Spittin Shit ...
Throw Hard Punches Like Caps Then Say I Shotta Bitch ... Haha U Sick Naw Bitch But You Define Homosexuality ... Stealin Ludas Avy Then Say That You Got Originalety ... You A Coke Addict Tha Way U Can't Handle These Lines ... I Heard Of Brains In Slow Mo But Yo's Mus Be Re-Wind ... Dog Ya Lines Are Like "BIG's" Tha Way Its Presently Laid ... Naw Not Tha B.I.G's, Big As In Tha Way Its Outta Shape ... |
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09-13-04, 10:49 PM
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~God Of The Metaphore~
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shackels, lol too easy
- this niggaz locked up they wont let him out your styles is p.ussy get yo ass knocked tha fuck out homie is trapped by his own raps gave himself a death sentece get tha fuck outta here before i take out ya wisdom lika dentist i guess im done bored of dissin' shackles |
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09-13-04, 10:51 PM
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here here: your lines strech more than obeast hoes with double D cups. only solid thing you spit is toward cement, n even those puddles erupt. an amputee with rhymes? your missing flow is your scariest loss. said your willed: the only thing you share with chirst is youll carry your cross. talking about introduction? rhymes you key are wack to sentece. before you throw down decent vocab, you gotta pass basic acedmics. last you spoke of a funeral, think first about who your mockin'. your deadly rhymes, will leave your only option for a sound booth, your coffin.
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quote your own damn lyrics...
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09-13-04, 11:09 PM
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word processor:
he bangs class sic, that exemplifies this fam is heredically mine. i could posses the words to dictate em, and state it under three lines. closest to hip hop music this cat gets is quoting lines off his MP3. his secret apetite for bitings out. we've heard that akon line 12 times on MTV. and that was just today, everyone will agree akon sings "locked up" better. the only way you can be original now, is to pop open a can of doctor pepper. im gonna have to ground my son schema, i thought i told em it was bad to lie. see i knock out vets in front lines, n save cypher time to keep the wack aside.
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09-13-04, 11:31 PM
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~God Of The Metaphore~
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your a dumb bitch it was meant for peopl to recognize it as akons song stupid fuck- verbal abuse, needs to throw his ryhmez away, they have no use they're fuckin' useless, like sadam from prison calling a truse this bitch has so many sons, his pussy must be extra loose u should pm srtobe to change your name to sexual abuse, this niggaz hatin' on tha Word becuz he no i got skill he's eattin' his onw garbage words, makin' him think that he i'll it's called verbal poisoning dummy know swallow that birth contorl pill this bitch is a fuckin' push-over, he ride dicks for votes and thrill |
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09-14-04, 12:32 AM
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this guys a lunatic, the grandmaster ought to know im rap's chick. do i got to scribble gacious fumes on this board, to leave this class sic. a wack fix can even boost your skill, yo gano esta juego con mi todos entry. try and focus on the bigger picture. like the camera crew of oprah winfrey. switch style: and im dishing you raw, like emeril's kitchen. pull your guts out your ass like a turkey, to quiet your miniscule bitchin'. youll need stichin'...you rap white like you write mags for the OC. unitl i teach you the only thing white people use paper for is bagging groceries. you a phacade to emcees with talent, like mec is weed's thrill. have you super charred, and come back more unalive than an ecstacy pill.
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09-14-04, 12:50 AM
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my rap tactics, took page 81 under my wing so drastic.
its like magic, how i make these wack faggets dissapear like the word gallactic. my rap mathmatics keyd death to estatic, canned his rhymes so tragic. ill stay intact with any gammic that furthers verbal's rabbit graphics. simply trash spits like santa's Xmas havic, who wants the savage? you can have it, ill hand you plastic punches like linnen gloves. i ribbon thugs that obtain winnin guts to battle verbal's disses once. like piss in rugs, you cant remove the marks i gave rap verse. im the postitive skill, how you gonna KO me when i create stats first? im rap's purse, i hold the key nessecities. like lip gloss n perfume. im strictly for the record. most losses are dq's, like a boss interview. yall dont belong to this music culture, similiar to dykes in ministry. i reconstruct nouns n verbs, theres no easy way to fight this dentistry. who else got jokes? (your next)
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09-14-04, 02:12 PM
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Flyweight
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Send "punches to your vicera", like it was "domestic abuse"//
Take a look at your sig nigga, because "this could be you"// Just thought of that Verbal Abuse Go easy on me aiight kid.
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09-14-04, 02:23 PM
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Light Weight
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Excuse me while I yawn, your verse put me to sleep//
This clowns writin rhythms with no punches or beats// If only he could rap then I wouldn't be so hard on him// This twig nigga so weeded he's all roots looks like he's Slim Jim// You want jokes? look in the mirror, its your life man// I say it to your face while I laugh in it,cos you a joke man// How you expect niggas to take you seriously wen you an 'erb// Stick a picture of ya mom overdosed in ya sig cos you absurd// You wanna know my verb? its overcome cos its what I do to pussies// I slaughter sissy emcees like you cos for me its completely easy// This diss is over I got another one overcome// Cos for now you layed out in the gutter man, you done// |
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09-14-04, 02:24 PM
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Light Weight
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IP:
That was for Verbal Abuse not the dick head above my last post.
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