Remade it cuz its fucked up

So start on me

textcellence? i bet the only other word you know is excellence
rappin like you got what it takes to make the best of this
but ya best watch out when i test with fists
cuz i'ma knock you out, another on the KO list
do ya get the gist? see i'm comin hard
makin ya "MOO" like you a fuckin retard
cuz you'd be runnin into walls without a head guard
wait..the only "head" you got is what "came" after you sniffed your boyfriend farts

i lost my virginity with tha mic...dickin these rookies/
i turned hip hop profitcies into pass around pussy/
squirtin STD's all over they M.I.C. i'm termially ill with verbal H.I.V./
gonerea sifalice...i'm micnifecent...tha skillz i manifest is re-DICK-alice/
i feel for tha unexperience who in my way of doin this/
ask Zneval watz tha favor of my dick he'll GLADLY tell u spear a ment/
ECHOSIDE...Z. U FUCKIN WITH THA WRONG GENTLEMEN...

my singin first started next delinger was departed/
i ripped out his heart and danced around larthargic/
its impossible to foresee my next move/
leavin text glued to ya head with each word darted/
im in uncharted seas, your on decks on pools/
a drunk captain drivin as i wreck on cruise/

think u rap fine?...cuz u spit fast rymes?//
dawg, check ur sig...u recycled ur last line!//
yo what the fuck? dawg, im sick of u, herb//
when i said "Fuck the world".this dude stuck his "dick in the dirt"//
and about ur sig...where's S.o.S or WP//
drake is more washed out than Buffy on the WB//
check the name! db's text's insane//
cus WP and S.o.S hav now seen that verse..and they shaking their heads in shame...

peace fam

no hate

DB nigga, I'm coming from the BOOGIE DOWN/to smack the dirt off you PIG PIN from CHARLIE BROWN/I'm dressed in black fatiques with a black hood/nigga you will get your back broke open like backwood/lace with that wood, you from a wac hood/you bitch ass nigga, I stay fly as a mother fucker/you faggit ass buyin mother fucker/I'm big dog, I rock MAURI GATORS, I HUSH PUPPIES/with costume made Jordan, I gut yuppies/so fuck you DB, eat a dick/and tell bitch to come here so, I can beat it slick/

Hah....Black Fire....Ya mo' like tha Black Cryer
Sobbin' in yo' spits, puttin' out tha 'FIRE
Yo ...this is tha Capn.....I'm tha lyrical supplier
Yo chick is a hooker....this bitch 'black' had 2 buy ' er
She givin' me a freebie.....figured I try'er
Imma keep this short cuz u ain't nuttin but a liar
Callin yo'self a rapper......ya need 2 call ya'self tha denyer!

capn mackn...
the only thing you mackin is these ten fingers tightly clinched smashin yo cap in...

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It's been awile...

I blast Iron, Monkey now, here's your bananas/hollos, giving you a permanent SCARFACE like TONY MONTANA/Nigga, I'm
bussin somethin thats black, and spit fire/I'm emptyin multiple clips, in your stomach until, u shit fire/U wac nigga, lets take it 2 triple v/ so, LoL's, can watch me, verbally veRnacular victims like my pits when, I sick'm be/I'm gonna rapbattles.com you down cause, I know u gonna get sick of me/Monkey cause, I blast Iron wac lyrics, I ain't buyin/I will spit BLACK FIRE, in your face and leave that bitch, ass fryin/I ain't lyin, I will hang u from a rope and leave that ass dyin/

in reply to black fire
(aka) smouldering smoke
yous a dyin flame
sputtering folk
got ya head up ya ass
like dem gonvernment jokes
plant a bomb in ya mic,
blame sadam and the pope
bout as deadly as egg yolks
clogging yo arteries
killin you slow
don't get it i know
i'll show ya-what-i-mean
its like, being injected wit nano-machines
now dormant in ya blood stream
set to detonate before your first piece of pussy,
rookie...

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It's been awile...

Iron Monkey, acid spit rotted your head/your ass is gettin kicked instead, of fightin me, you farted instead/nigga, you're like a time clock, at lunchtime, I'll punch you out/and set your stomach on fire, by spittin, my lyrics in your mouth/my hollos are like bats, hittin your head like fast ball/I'm rockin 1 shoe because, the other 1 is in his ass yall/you're like my 2yr. old son, full of shit, with SUPERMAN drawers/IRON MONKEY get off my dick b4, I fill your mouth with these, SUPERMAN BALLS/I will piss in your face like my name was RKELLY/I will have u screamin 4 GOD'S SON(Jesus) across NAS'S BELLY/now thats SINCERE, TOMMY/ don't make me send CHAQUITA to OX the fuck out your mommy/MY KP SQUAD roll deep like Min. Farrakhan/I got them SUICIDER NIGGAS like them TALIBAN/yOU Just a throwback like my NEW JERSEY/I'm stickin up my middle finger, 2 give u, the LARRY BIRD see/a bitch like u will never serve me/I will ATLANTA HAWK your ass like JAMES WORTHY/

desert eagle crack ya chest open like pandoras box
who let the mess out
sly as a fox
wise as a blind crippled shaman
who kept his sword on his baack,
Ironmonkey don't need to say you a dummy
what the the fuck is a time clock
you mean stop watch, or alarm?
you'll do yourself harm
if you keep speakin
seekin beef
should know better
the heat'll seek ya
and blow those tini pieces
which you call thought
to more bits than KIBBLE
bibble, bibble, HEY!!
fiddle, diddle
don't play your self
better go scribble
with yo kids crayons
try drawing skittles....

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It's been awile...

what the hell was that, dude you can't rap, you sound like a bitch getting beat, your rhymes dawg, their weak, your rappin skills ain't balanced, you need some of krem's talents, but you will never have them, cause you will never be like krem, you and your 3 or 4 word lines, man just give up, and stop tryin to rhyme

KREM, I know you don't wonna enter this THE GAME OF DEATH/my FIST OF FURY is aimin for your chest/DUM DUM bullets sendin flames to your vest/little nigga, go 2 your room and play with yourself/b4. I smack the shit of you bitch and send u to your mommy cryin/gun shot hollopoints to your nugget now, you dyin/Yes I post my wackest so, you can respond/ask IRON MONKEY how I did him, I'm lyrical Don/