Tuesday Night Rhymes, Part III Rhymes n lines, rollin em habitual
Breakin MC spines with effortless ritual
Givin my flow a vivid verbal victual
Good to go, ever ready individual
8 comments its rediculous, your shit is pissing me off
i need a bus, and throw you off and forget to stop
leave you with a permanent blush
i think your mums fucking a cop
hiphop youll never understand
so get over that and over tryin to be a man
out of ten id give you nothing except an empty bowl in your stomach
and a hole just above it
when you write lyrics, i think your spitting in the wind
i think your balls are gonna cramp up with the shit im gonna bring
you get more whack out of a dudd missle
with lyrics like that i think im dissing a girl ill piss all over your world
ill slash your skin and rip out your tissue
even after death, youll still find issues
write lyrics that weak, you take risks you lose
you get boo's as we drink lots of booze
come in groups and tie you up with a noose not loose.
chop you up leave blood soaking in your socks
leave the slop for the cops, even leave em a mop
so im gonna leave you with this
your lyrics are understandably too easy to diss
you obviously had too many high hopes
now im gonna grab you by the throat
and slash you like my mamas goat
with a chicken bone ill stab you in the liver
ive never seen lyrics so bad, they make me wanna hit ya
have a fuckd day | | |
| idiotic goth, get over it man, trite. | | |
| vinny9's lyrics, although concise, demonstrated both a mastery of language and a heightened, throbbing capacity for rhythm. Mr. 2 Cents's work is, at best, sophomoric. | | |
| Chronomorph appears to be the best rap battler, using old-school grammar and diction. Kudos! | | |
There's a voice that keeps on calling me
Down the road is where I'll always be
And every stop I make, I make a new friend
Can't stay for long, I turn around, and I'm gone again | | |
This may be my first time rappin with yall
But ill make u studder-----trip and fall
You cant do nothin that can recalect me
Im the only one tru rapper u see
But now im doin my rhymes
I bet u didnt think i could hang with u my first time
Well im white not black but that dont make a shit
Thats why you gettin mad and your teeth is staring to grit.
Well im pissed
Son you trying to shoot your rhymes but they just missed | | |
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