rap battleWent to the comedy nest tonight. It was funny, although there were a few comics who stank. I got coaxed onstage to do a 'rap battle' against one dude. I'm no parappa, but the audience seemed to enjoy it, and I had fun. I was able to rhyme battle with cattle and bitches with itches. Oh yeah.
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| you bitches sit around hatin descriminatin masterbatin doing your dads jackulation i smack you strait then battle you and i cant agree with a draw you going to be eating out of a staw idolize route paul switchbloade i know you afraid slave to a twelve gage what you going to put on your hip hop grave | | |
| the s is for switchin ammunition w is for leavin you bitches wiishin i is for illness occured t is for towns left injured c is for cut deep in your skin h is for hell you livin never find me stop spittin cause i kick back spit raps get negative impact spit back or get kidnapped thats how switch raps so fuck realoadin and switch gats you ready for wiplash well im revilin insane killin the game bitches squealin my name they feellin the pain this goes out to them killaz usin them fist fillaz victims dieing hard like bruce willis showin yall we the illest and reallest got the celtics jersey with the matchin hat ammagin that put this hit on my platinum stack this is a happinen track guns blazin hoes praisin this site is souvirelly amazin (i got lots more you can hit me up at2507437435 | | |
| hey switch do you want some fire under your ass by the nik_nak or should i get you way before you switch gats | | |
| i want to battle the almighty switch blade | | |
| ya bitches wanna rap, well you crap, cuz ye cant adapt, to the shit that im spitting, so sit back and listen, to man, who will show you wat it means, to be an mc, are you feelin me? well when i spit my lyrics itz like i start fighting, my words will kill cuz ima strike like lightning, thats why im writin, all this fuckin shit, although it takes me ages to type in,but ima lay cuz i know you lack, the skill to come up with a rap, that will kick ass, cuz u a handicap, go back to your crack, cuz i wont attack,a man with a bat, if he cant fight back. my lyrics are immense but they really make sense, cuz i meant to rap like 50 cent, and in honour of him i wrote a load shit, but itz a lot better than his | | |
| nik-nak take a tic tac, i can smell your breath here, man it is whack, what is that? did you fucking eat crap, or did you eat food made by your dad? u really gotta stop with the shit, dont eat crap man, get away from it, well although im flowin, i gotta be goin | | |
im only messin talk, just chill.
i didnt mean, so dont go out for the kill.
u a class rapper and you are my bro
well sorry dawg, i really gotta go | | |
| MC Bentor i'm sick of listening to the shit you spit, You gay homie you dearnt lick a clit, can ya feel it, your so fuckin stupid u just touched a tit, Dawg i'm in a laughin fit, when you got something decent to say spit it. Don't just spit it, thats what makes u shit it! You can't Smell Nik Nak's breath on a computa, your whacked dog, some1 needs to shootya! I'm done Now you homie. Nik Nak you Owe me! | | |
| n'all if you got n e thing to say MC Benta, i could give a toss your ass is up for Rent-ah! | | |
| why do ya criticise what i spit, why you answer for nik nak, cant he handle it? if you dont like my shit you can suck my dick. but i dont give a fuck, so cope with it. i fucking had enuf, of ya laughin fit, but im nice to ya so i gave ya a present, when you received i know it will be pleasant, cuz i know u wanted a lil brother, no prob dawg, i arranged that with your mother. so dont fuckin diss me, you must be smokin crack, man you are whack, trying to talk black, well ima strike back, with my baseball bat, ima crush your skull what u think of that? then ima put petrol on your clothes, lite u up in flames and enjoy the show, i got nothin against you, you're like a bro, so ima stop here cuz i gotta go | | |
Google is to blame for attracting these pubescents
Who've left the art of rap in a state of convalescence
Between wetting the bed and changing the sheets
They type whatever the minds excretes.
My verdict is thus: your rhymes are hackneyed
You troll the internet to forget about your acne
Your use of the language is less than spectacular
"Whack" barely scrapes the surface of the urban vernacular
Have I faith in your redemption? I'm no ecclesiastic
Your rhymes get stretched so far, beyond the realm of the elastic
What you lack in meter, you make up in pathetic
Your "girlfriend" got pregnant? It's parthenogenetic
This whirlwind of drivel, my senses find dizzyin’
Your babble is close to English, but not so close as Frisian
We’re left poorer, now, from your pale approximation
Your birth was a clinic in thoughtless intoxication
It's a match of inferiors, marred at deuce
Ah, you're white and suburban--a perfect excuse
All your talk of mothers actually lowers the bar
You've come with no weapons, yet you're ready to spar?
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chill dawg
i have an excuse
english is not my native language | | |
itz not google man, itz actually yahoo,
dont blame dem dawg they did nufin 2 you.
so you can rap a bit better than i,
i dont really care that much,and do u know why?
my last rap was crap and i sounded like a jerk
but the reason for that is cause im all stresses from work,
u say i got no weapons but ima hit you when im writing,
my lyrics will hit you and ima strike like lightning.
u'll be pulverised,and the land germanised,
i look into your eyes,
you're just another victim
and your death is trivialized | | |
| u cant rao for shit half the ryhmes u spitten was already written | | |
loko i thougt i told yo get you in a choke hold i pretty much live on crack street and if its ileagal i dont give a fuck cause my people still pack heat now thats street i let you in on a little secret beat it before you deafeated or possibly deleted this wrath im unlesh it you bout to get mistreted my voice is insane your name wont remain if i cant main tain all get pissed and pop an automatic back atic like a crack attick crazy rap atick your rimes is tragic givin your sister an ass lick switch is fantastic ive been tru some shit you set afire up under the ass but your use to dicks
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hey nik nak how old are u
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| loko records bitch the one and only westside i got people like dark ryder and diablo hit me with a demo if you wanna do buisness switchblade the one and only | | |
| i dont care if its google or yahoo i stab you hit the banks and pay off my crack dues covered i tatoos i smack you get a vest inless you want beef i take you off these streets better retreat watch you gettin barried in the lyrical cemitary scary a fucked up mind with one hell of a vocabulary chillin sniffin cocane and listenin to the wu tang clang and lil wayne restrain these bitches no who this is better no who switch is back to buisnes leave your name unlisted and you wonder why the area around your moms room is restricted bring it dipshit people annonamous given me complament disses i got plenty hey fans you dont got any these aint tricks loadin clips franchise and ludacris like the new york knicks | | |
| spit back to that im out wanksta | | |
Well, B to tha J gave y'all a quick lesson
Deliverin beats, no stressin, no messin
Verbal jujitsu, sharper than ginsu
Sexy like mitsou, a dissin that fits you
Uh OH the sound of shat-ter-in glass!
Ya drop names from the back of the class
Keep ya stoppered up inside of my beaker
Like beta decay, yo rhyme's gettin weaker
Standin TALL wit da criminal acts
But cha know yo rhymes don't fit the facts
Y'all are just students, blus'try exub'rance
No hint or sign of any jurisprudence
Got a utility belt of superior diction
Yo sense of grammar is simply a fiction
I'm wily like a joker, beat cha at poker
Like the Yankees, yo just a choker
Ya ain't terrific with yo lines horrific
Yo rhymes function like a soporific
So when ya choose to snooze, yo gonna lose
Now I've left ya with a 'shroom-shaped bruise | | |
you guys are all cheese burgers
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and vanilla ice is my idol
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| go suck you grandmommos ice cream | | |
vanilla ice and idol? you must be on cocaine
itz stirring up ur brain, driving ya insane.
all you homies try to rap something explicit
you think you own this, but your here 4 a visit.
y'all make me sick, cuz of your intrusion
y'all think ya da king, but its just an illusion
cuz real rappers are strong, dey'Re fighters
there not some little shit at home in diapers
you must be hyper, just live with the fact
ya not the pied piper, so dont try to act,
like ye know, bout this fuckin industry
you try to flow, you try to be me
but i hurt mentally and physically
i just spit it so you feelin me.
look up at switchblade, he knows what goes
stirrs up shit, and destroys his foes.
i dont have anything against y'all in particular
just dont fuck with me cuz i'll be piacular.
switchblade, you and i
are high above the others,
we shud react and act fast, a pact of brothers.
if any of you diss me, face the consequence
but im warning y'all, i dont have conscience.
i think itz nonsense, if any1 stands up
against me ya view must be dense,
it dont make no sense, with out warning i'll be there like thunder, when im done ya be 6 feet under.
switchblade, you're ma man | | |
| im on top nonstop spot cops cock glocks and chop rock im hot fuck u mc bender you shit for a writer and since english isnt your language itcha wanna battle i leave you crippled still suckin on your moms nipple im not hatin natives just you this was some i must do with all the excuses your useless gay magazine nudest | | |
| hey hence your pretty ill | | |
| but the rest of you when im done there aint going to be nothing left next to suffer the consaquence is nik nak if you aint a pussy spit back you dont wanna fuck with this cat this is an allience if you there stop trying stunts i pull def dyin are rimes are leathal very allegal mid evil straigt bad people hey bbbbbaaaaarrreeeet your mom works at home depot 10 cents a screw 5cents a nail if your trying to impress me other mcs you failed and these were never written before i leavin you screamin like your hor and sister not your mom shes a mister | | |
| hey hence hit me with a demo and all tell you again you ill its a thrill to spill these untouchable clicks im use to your mom under another dick on the internet get out of the lyrical battle entrance you going to be standin in one spot trying to finish your sentence see hence hes my homie nobody would by all yall rhymes if they were for free going on a killin spree i know the streets feelin me lyrically herin me freaky spiriatally | | |
| pump up blunts for fun shit i spit leave ya spit and stunned scream till i puncture a lung wasted and drunk hitman for one reason the thrill of the hunt take a brake while i double pump raps fatter than big pun lil jon cant even compare to my crunk you be silent cause i shot you in the mouth not cause you a munk me and hence roll up trees yall roll up stumps stop tryin to front this lyrical fury has just begun lil kids no me as a monster and hence as a haunter this site is official concered | | |
| yall but hence and delinquint is all shit hey those big hands they make up for your small dick like xzibit im an alchaholic im use to this this is bulletproof bitch you cant shoot thru this hey dude man all these fake dicks all on one site you use to this well shoppin for dildos this is my chance to kill hoes your moms a milf tho i dominate the cemitary gate you fake im not in a good state you still useb your oven bake take the pencil out your ass and write this down end of your life is now you about as real as lil bow wow and me and hence is all true mc hammer vanilla ice whos next on this list ja rule like ludacris im goin to make yall act a fool | | |
| yall but hence and delinquint is all shit hey those big hands they make up for your small dick like xzibit im an alchaholic im use to this this is bulletproof bitch you cant shoot thru this hey dude man all these fake dicks all on one site you use to this well shoppin for dildos this is my chance to kill hoes your moms a milf tho i dominate the cemitary gate you fake im not in a good state you still useb your oven bake take the pencil out your ass and write this down end of your life is now you about as real as lil bow wow and me and hence is all true mc hammer vanilla ice whos next on this list ja rule like ludacris im goin to make yall act a fool | | |
| im out bra delinquint and hence holla at me ya know west side and im out | | |
even if you rapped on the streets baggin for money you wouldnt get any profit your moms like a vacum cleaner sucks blows and gets laid in the closet bow down to my kneez and please beleive beff is what yo recieve i cant stand bluffs from the second cops put me in hand cuffs i have an escape plan i stick up to sirs and rape mams i dont even i love gettin payed man ima take land like it was rightfully mine if you cant see im ill you must be blind shock the world and make the headlines this is my time i failed grade 3 but so did instine dont need to hide behind nines i just choose to im backwords so im bringin back the new school one of a kind slave to many things includin my rimes stop trying dezined to be in danger like private ryan member of the scottish gang the oriens loko records real titans fightin for for my writes and many more im a rap til i cant spit any more the cold hearted prefure darkness and keep the carcus guns only pack the largest back of me choke artists so i aint the smartest yall retarted sell only the hottest on the markets raps aint charted they offem abot to close your coffin well me and hence go cop spottin hit you once in the stomach and you still tossin your task on this site is useless this cadabber flossin like bad baoy we aint stoppin wanksta droppin my flow is phyco retire you liar im outa room on this page but after i will continue this rage
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| im out hence and delinquint i see you | | |
Hence is back, i made my entrance, you better call an ambulance cuz ima cuz a turbulance, switchblade and i are on the top of the mount, looking down, at y'all knocking ya out, we like gods, y'all better start believin, we rule this bus, ya better start retrievin, before the peace ceases, da murder rate increases, we'll tear y'all in pieces, with the vocab u dont have, better believe this, your death in inevitable, your shit isnt credible, you just lack the skill to kill, non-physical, y'all lyrics are weak, but it reached the peak dude man thought he'd speak, but your shit is antique. just go back to your creek. dont fuck with me cuz i am homicidal, switchblade is my idol, dont hide, cuz i'll assist ur suicide, im as cold as ice, ima take my knife, end ur life, i'll stab you twice, ima grab your wife and end her strife.
all of the people here i hate, except switchblade, hes ma mate, hes as cruel as i, hes a cool guy, he knows how to flow unlike most of yo, fresh from kindergarden, just go, back home, and leave us alone. if you wont you'll get decapitated, i wont wake it, i'll slash ur head off and take, cuz i aim for perfection, ima add you to my collection, of rappers that are shit and unemployed, it wud just be another life i destroyed, i know i'll enjoy it.
yo switchblade, wat up man? | | |
| not much hence ya im spit a lil somethin rate here back up ya we the sickening hope you assholes listening my pace is quickening your about to get ridiculed made fun of gansta and a stunna the rest of u mcs is under my reach dont even speak im in a state of mind to blast your punk ass back to the suburbs the shit has been stirred and stirred lyrics ammurged you bout to feel the pain like them hoes takin violent blows hey dude man stop frontin you dont know nothin im bounty huntin loko records the burth of the grim reaper me and hence r a leaders beet your ass till ya show me respect for this blade meets ya kneck evry step is crusial im brudel nik nak get your bitch slapped take another breath and consiture your self lucky and your buddys this is a callout hence get you chopped down as soon as your brought out im a stop now this is official a gave your mom a knickel and she tickled my pickleswitchblade not a dicsiple if you got somethin to say talk to my wrifle | | |
| heavyweigt ya cant hate im great in a fucked up state make you shake cause your so disscussed u aint tough enough dont trust your stuff this is the most exposed lyrical brilliance killian civillans makin millions still in to violence wildest try to hide from the cops stop the pop before you get your head knocked from beneath we rise makin a recipe we call it a killian suprise you all lies gettin high and still cant feel you big hands you live in a giant tin can you sniff your moms anul glan take a stands brakin hands so they get on the mic my goal is reched swears never beeped so fuck wankstas haters and fakers | | |
| hey diablo is a rapper on loko records and so is dark ryder and maybe hence if hes still spittin sick and if he sends me a mixtape ill give you instructions later how old are you and were do you live | | |
| hey vinny your dick according to your mom is minny and skinny stop fuckers cock suckers you aint nothin compared to us you now scared to bust im disscussed i must say rest in peace pac and biggie obviously pun and jam master jay souja slim this is an challenge vin gather around to see the blade and hence barry you in cement 10 ounces of led souring at your head no way to stop it or block it shoplift then pick you up you novice be honest benter you aint shit just say it on this site your the most hated | | |
| hey hence you is ill spit somethin to me | | |
| im out hence how old are you and were you from spit somethin and tommorow all cjheck it up spit till you run out fuck you irve gotti this isnt nellyville switch is out shady records kicks ass loko records my label we ill | | |
| i'll still spit ill, until i fulfill my destiny to kill,all shit rappers i wont chill cuz im on a mission, i have a vision, this superstition, i cant be let out without supervision, cuz im the son of the devil, and, y'all never reach my level, u dont wanna diss me? u wanna discuss this, fuck that,im disgusted, ima stand on ur head an bust it. switchblade and i rule, ur incompetence gives us the fuel, to plan our coup, to get rid of you. y'all think you kick ass but its fiction, heres my prediction,ur just another victim, you homies wudnt be able, to rap stable, in front of two turn tables. u'll be chokin, u must be jokin, i'll be provokin, i'll tell who how i did your mom, i'll tell we was riding all night long, i made a personal inspection, without protection, we got straight to action, i left out no section. i did her hard, all night long, lickin her clit, makin her moan. whos mom will be next, what am i to expect? give me the fuckin respect, that i deserve and dont reject, the fact that switch and i are high above all the bitches, on this site, Y'ALL cant even fight, dont even try, face switchblade and hence and im afraid u must die. | | |
im young and fresh my files are clean,
im only a starter, im only 16.
and where i live is a top secret,
but i'll give u a tip, i'll live in a country
where u'll find a brit | | |
| SWITCHBLADE AND HENCE RULE THIS PLACE; Y'ALL A DISGRACE, Y'ALL JUST CANT PICK UP THE PACE OF THE RACE | | |
| dog i agree totally this is the blade you are ill man ill talk it over with diablo drop it like you can im pure origanality if any of you wanna battle me you need to have immortality welcome to loko rap gang diablo dark ryder switch and hence tommorow or maybe tonigt tell me if you caqn send us a mixtape | | |
| Imma bust a clip fuck your mommas dick, thats what i did last night when she took off her shirt it was a fright | | |
| hey hence lets bring ryno | | |
| nik nak you want beef you going to get it you ill thats what u think me and hense listen to jay z you listen to n sync well u trying on g strings ryno you going to get it to are beef is thick u dont need mics you use nik naks dick and benter u the worst did you make up them rimes while gettin smurphed or were you smokin somethin thats a high priority we going to murder u orally this is loko yester day your momsw pussy was explorin me | | |
| hey hence whats your voice like send me a tape to box 192 shawnigan lake bc b0r2w0 | | |
| this is history in the makin i smell bacon any pigs on this site either than nik nak this is fresh from the west you wanna supress with the best that can be arranged im not a plastic sergan but ill get your face changed your clothes are about to be blood stained i remain in the game my hoes are money payin im stayin in trainin layin you to rest chis rock said it best you got pex i got tex im a follow ya around like a stalker hop in my chopper get hence and all my other loko monsters | | |
| im out hence hit me with some new shit and a tape the instructions are up | | |
| hey hence whoare your top ten favorite rappers and can you hit me with a demo | | |
| hey hence who are your top ten favorite rappers and if anyone on this site feels they can rap battle me then feel free to this is a challenge | | |
| hey hence who are your top ten favorite rappers and if anyone on this site feels they can rap battle me then feel free to this is a challenge | | |
hey fuckhead benter you no im talkin to you you think your better than fifty all leave youwith more holes tha the moon if your serious hence i see you
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this is my undynying sorrow hence switchblade diablo we going to throw this down my story
you ever wake up with bruises cuts and scrapes you can't see cause the paramedics taped up your face thats the way it was forme alot more than once my dads buds busting in callin my family cunts
if you have a family thats all cozy and tight you don't want to give that up with out a hell of a fight or yall end up like me tatered and scarred and behind all of those bars without the fancey women swiming pools and cars with visiter so limited yall know the deffintion of the game not livin it and right now i know you don't give a shit your best scarre is from a run in with a bird you got bit
i hope heaven shines on me so i can finally see the light at the end of my life yall know if he keeps beating me there may not be a tomorrow but i promise you this there will be an undining sorrow
this production has been brought to you by diablo and switch and every one eles at loko records
hence we watchin you send as a tape so we can hook u up | | |
| hence you got so info so i can send you our loko recode mix tape and my pesonal mix tape so send us some shit and we hit ya up | | |
mc bentor u haven't been doing to well i'll tell you why
this a rap battle site and u beefin on all of those with might and i anit talking about nik-nak i just found out were you gettin your lyrics from a childs poety book we know the hardest drug you got hooked was a advil liquid gel the dumbass trying to snort it you be in hell well im blowen the l | | |
diablo the unochable let alone my tone helps me rome loko made me not on my own nik nak must of been writin stoned thanks to your mom gettin blown daily all the teachers that failed me fuck you ive amounted too somethin now im goin mc huntin with switch im puttin you on my death list benter trying on thongs and ladies altfits pure of leather
im no longer restrained hence video tapin your mom gettin gang banged | | |
| hey mc bentor you better not coming up here and try to dis me cause every1 no that can't be cause i'm diablo the untouchable an even if i wasn't you couldn't touch me anyways us at loko records would come at you with our many ways of knocking you out of the game you wait in a few months i'll have all the fame and we all know bentors' your real name and i'm pretty sure the rest of your family has fucked names all the same | | |
yo bentor is your mom still sore from that deep penetration?it took no concentration because she's so loose i know the situation your in so if you want to spit somethin first loosin the noose then go find your balls i don't want your excuse that you have a cold, so here's some halls and last of all your gonna have to find your lyrics and keep a homie on call in case you take the big fall and you wont be able to get up, cuz we know what your livin space is like, 1 room pad, you gotta piss in a cup
D 2 the I 2 theO signin off | | |
benter youve been lyrically crusified loko gettin in to you thru the rimes diablo just murdered you your rimes are so suburban english isnt your langauge do you wear a turban gat attacks but we call em mishaps thats a definition of real raps loko error pullin knives takin lives pullin drive bys inleast you tried goodbye hence switch and diablo defenition of killaz this is insane nic nacs to blame not google choppers start zoomin in thuggin radio yall toonin in
stress ya until the moment you comin out on a stretcher | | |
| Those are some of the worst lyrics i've ever seen written | | |
better hide, cuz hence is inside and lookin for a guy to be crucified, when i torture the pain is amplified, multiplied by a million, my tactics are brilliant, kill all except diablo and switchblade, humilate and spread hate, y'all no match for us we're superior, y'all in here are inferior, my shit is fierier, y'all get burnt cause i'll hurt y'all interior. im like an disease, i wont wont cease to enjoy to destroy, to tease and decoy you straight into hell, where i'll pell of your skin, let the torture begin, loko records enjoys supremacy, for infinity, and kills rappers that write with simplicity.
was that your best ryno ima kill you with my luger, but before i'll slash ur head like freddy krueger, im insane, i'll be blood stained, but i love to cause pain. then im get my flamethrower and ima grill you, but i'll do that before i kill you, ryno on my menue, for the barbeque. den i will come after ur daddy and chop him with my machete and when im ready ima make a souffle. now to main course, which im sure u'll endorse, ima take ur mom and fuck her on the porch, ima use force, then ima ly she can suck my dick, and ima work on her clit, while ur sister sits opposite us lickin her tit.
ryno goodbye its official, ur shit is insufficient, so you better listen to the advice that im givin, i wont warn u twice, dont challenge loko if you want to live, another diss of u i wont forgive.
to all of da others that i didnt mention, i just postponed it, i'll will get at you, the tension in here is buildin cuz loko owns it, loko rules all of u are just players, the guys from loko are the player slayers. | | |
| y'all are so shit bein dissed by a german, that is so weak, y'all think u're sub urban, so speak, go on on surprise me and discriminate my nationality, what originality, but u dont have the ability, to ´rap with ur own individuality, all ur shit was already written, all is what y'all spittin | | |
i wont be here till next week, monday or so.
im away but i'll be back though.
till then, rap with the flow.
respect switchblade in diablo | | |
whay about the mixtape man loko till i rest parents protest against the crest erthernet we going put ya thru torcher so hot we goin to scorch ya diablo part of a triple threat hence stretch yo neck diablo
bring the heat on the internetleave you a nervous wreck switch loko records diablo switch diablo | | |
and hence we ammence we make a noticable entrance rino your mom dosent cost us any expense
hope you can get a head rent hey in a year or mabye less its called committed and still blazin the surface you scraping hit us with that tape hence the great aka dameon im out loko | | |
| Ok i tried to be a nice guy but it didnt work, y’all think ima jerk, but that is absurd, have you never heard of mc bentor the god?im Above all, y’all just a fraud, smokin pot, writtin shit like a handicap, but y’all forgot, when I rap I send homies in hell to rot. Ima show you capabilty, and show my virility, although I have a disabilty of a german nationality,im still on a killing spree, with my originality, im sick of y’all homies who offendin me, daily, I know I don’t rap like shady but I’ll beat y’all faggots each day, cuz im a slayer and my weapons are words, come on and challenge me, who is first? But im warnin y’all im cursed, with this curse just to bust y’all heads till they burst, im crazy but maybe one day, y’all say im the god of the game, but till then I’ll cause pain, and you’ll suffer in vain. Cuz ima lunatic german, and if u fuck with me, ima get my sherman and start world war 3. I don’t care bout civilians, don’t care if I kill millions, ima bomb you with zillions of a-bombs, you’ll be feeling, you’re skin is peeling, ur bones will be revealin, but it wasn’t me, im not liable, you’re just not viable, but im admirable, cuz I kill you with my lyrics, and never rest, I wanna be the best, I’ve perfection slit in my chest. Before you critiscice me more, let me explain, this my is my terrain, im the joined king of the game, with switchblade and diablo, da rappers of loko, we rule this fuckin place, and will chase away any faggots that cant pick up the pace, the fact is obscured that I am cured, and shit rappers are lured here, so we can slash and smash there ass, with vocab y’all never possess, y’all better get a bulletproof vest, and something to protect ur head and neck, cuz im back, shootin useless rappers, fuck it, y’all nothin but bootless slappers, not worthy of loko records. y’all im out and I’ll never be back, not as mc bentor cuz that’s a thing of the past, y’all know hence, one ill dawg, well from now on I’ll just be known as him, and my mcbentor identity is thrown ina bin, you know I’ve changed my name, for a couple of days, im known as hence, and with that name my ill spittin will commence. | | |
What the hell is going on here? Who are these freaks? WTF?
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| het benter you wish you was hence but u aint shit i know cuz ive made it ima introduce yato my lil freind like scarface did now aint racist but i still put lots bullets in ya face we the people responsible for earthquakes ima raise the stakes bring your sister into loko for rape fuck her till the spirm vacates i leave you layin we aint playin leave your face brakin but naked raped in latex and your family in fish nets covered in loko products covered in saw dust we honest you now astonished from these amazin rimes loko hence switch diablo fuck you bitches | | |
| het benter you wish you was hence but u aint shit i know cuz ive made it ima introduce yato my lil freind like scarface did now aint racist but i still put lots bullets in ya face we the people responsible for earthquakes ima raise the stakes bring your sister into loko for rape fuck her till the spirm vacates i leave you layin we aint playin leave your face brakin but naked raped in latex and your family in fish nets covered in loko products covered in saw dust we honest you now astonished from these amazin rimes loko hence switch diablo fuck you bitches | | |
| plese believe loko wont settle for peace we goin make sure the only caps youve ever busted is your kneez talkin bout your origanlity when you take other mcs identidys stop steelin lines from eminems cd youll never sighn with us for the reason your fake and your rimes you make cant compare to average look at your rime status hence diablo and switch no you a bitch im out switchblade | | |
| switchin names after switchin gendres stop posin as a real rapper and go back to mc benter the blade will cut ya gut ya then fucmk your mother you are a lil fucked bitch let likes dicks gettin stuck up your ass as much as your mother does you might be gettin a lil brother cuz | | |
| hey the real origijinal hence this mc benter says hes loko records material and he changed his name to hence | | |
| back and better back not only for the cheedar but for the records sendin threatning letters benter i hope your not a bleeder your only purpose for loko would be a cheerleader you dont know you fake so im a teach ya couldnt fight the beef so stole hences name just for the fame i aint playin the hits im makin cut off all yall circulation just leave rap but dont come back like masson if you keep runnin your mouth your gonna be a future hospital passients | | |
| yo nik nack yeh shits gotta go, the only thing yeh spitten is worse then my lil bothers flows, You got no style and yeh got no raps it proubly took you 15 months just to think of that crap. You compare yourself to fifty cent, well you just a fake ass niggah who just got spent. yeh cock sucking mother fucking two timeing bitch, you rely on ur rap you'll be living in a ditch.Nic Nac paddy whack give a dog a bone dont quit ur day job cause you just got owned. | | |
MC Bentor aka Hence, i knock you down so hard you wont be making any sence, you mother fucking gay you proubly date guys named herman, the worsed of all is your german. you so bad at rap you make rhymes with words like yatsi, i thought i told you man i dont speak nazi. i got you all mixed up having you fall and always make you slip, you like a gymnest the way i make you do flips. you got no skills to mess with the best, ill even give you the answers u still couldent finish the test. Im so great i take all of ur girls and make em ur ex, put me against any one of your fag battlers ill finish him next. 90% of you fags try to rap so hard, get though your brain man your not gangstars. the only one of you guys thats got a little skill is swithchblade, but even when i come aorund he hides in the shade. man i feel bad for you man you must be on some mad as crack with raps like that, looks like you trying to bring the 80's back. im the type of rapper that will make everybody proud, Ill finaly meet you one day man when i see you in my crowed.
Hollah top that Hence. If yeh guys got any comments hollah. | | |
| yo moma was in the kitchen eaten chicken finger lickin im out homies top that bizatch | | |
| you are gay your a shit face poopy dick sucka you betta watch yo self $scraps$ i fuckin kill you niga you fuckin wiga | | |
| You aint got nothin to say cause by the way your fuckin gay | | |
Yo dilly dumplins I bet you a homo never been wit a lady, bitch you cant rap you a fake ass slim shady. you dont need to lie man everyone seen it, the only time you get your dicked sucked is when you put a leach on your penis. I never said anthing about your ass, but you came bitching at me like you own the class. But your worng man cause im the teacher, the only way you can get far in rap is if i let you be in my feature. Im the illest rapper im surprised you cant see. I dont need to go out cause i bring the party to me. so you say im a shit face poopy dick suckka, well you a bother tea bagging fuge packing daddy fucka. You say i better watch my self niggah, well ima do that forsure cause i know you an ass lickkah.
I was just kidding about the hide in the shade switchblade but this bitch here fuck him man dilly dumplings come back in a few years when you come back with somtin good. Get some bigger words then gay and say you fucking fag. | | |
| yo nik nak your shits wak, yo think your a sik cat, im a sit back with a six pak and unwined with sum wine, tell you one time for the mind about your dumb rhyme, im a titty licker and a witty city slicker, nik nak will get pissed and shat on like kitty litter, im an assasin slashing ya veins, bashing and mashing your brains, always trashing the trains, hijacking and crashing passenger planes, i attack with battle strategies and tactics, so all these wak rappers get snapped like match sticks, your a pack of faggots that jack dicks, you attract smackies crack addics and fat chicks, all i need is some inspiration or some instigation, and ill get technical like an electrical installation, im telling you to shut up like the black eyed peas, bringing rhymes so cold theyll make your back side freeze, its like your blind to the light cause you rhyme one syllable, your a bitch cause the doctor chopped your cock not the umbilical, | | |
| if switchblade or any other bitch made muthafuka thinks they can step to this, prepare to be dissed like the bitch that you is, Y'ALL AINT FUKIN WID ME | | |
| im dressed for success in black boots and a track suit, you and ya rap group will get capped like a cracked tooth, im off the wall like used blu-tak, you and ya crews wak your more of a loss than the death of tupac, im savage your just an average scavenger, your rhymes would still stink if you mixed the ink with lavender, im the hip-hop pick-pocket that picks locks on rich blocks, drive down my street and well strip your cars quicker than pit stops, when im in my battle stance i rattle camps like an avalanch, and bring more beef than a cattle ranch | | |
| lyrical you a bitch me and hence r goin to kill ya | | |
yo lyrical you dissed his bithc ass. Nic Nac lets see you come up with somtin better. You two bitch ass dilly dumplings
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| you mcs better run for shelter and lyrical respect your elders oh i gotta go your moms waitin lyrical | | |
hey diabllo stop being gay and threating you think you good lets see you diss lyricals ass and beat him show him what you got
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| yo $scrap$ those bitches aint got shit on me hence why theyre gotta go. nice to c you respect the iller mc. i think they are scared | | |
| and yo switchblade, i was watching tv with your mom b4, the bitch was so slow took her 2 hours to watch 60 minutes | | |
| im a satanical man with animal claws, from a cannibal clan with mechanical jaws, im the type of mother fukka that will fuk ya mother and chuck the rubber, come bak bustin my gun and make you duck for cover, while were on the topic of your mother, she used to be a brother till the doctor did a nip and tucker, you just a sucker once i start i wont stop for an entire year, youll have to call for swat, choppers and cops in riot gear, im an anarchist that smokes cannabis, my vocals are like opals gold and amethyst, diamonds emeralds pearls and rubies, in jacuzzis with uzzis and girls from movies, the lyrical miracle here to bless the the game, but the success and fame just causes more stress and strain, so ill stay underground till yall come around, but if you dont ill run up and fuckin gun ya down, ill smack wak rapppers till they need a cat scan, im an addict popping more pills than pac man, munching more magic mushrooms than mario, no matter what level stage or scenario, i got herpes from getting dirty with christina, i keep ho's on theyre toes like a balarina, | | |
| i cant believe you think a real record labels scared lyrical your moms such a slut when she bought a knew minny skirt evryone commented on her knew belt man we made it and you aint nothin compared to loko records read all thirty somethin of my quotes | | |
| ill take a waraxe to your thorax like a viking, with fourty four times more force than a strike of lightning, on the war field i wield a steel sword and shield, a warlord holding golden orbs on a horse with a force field, ill beat your challice and tallismen, till you retreat in defeat and i take your pallice and garrison, then ill send in king arthers armoured archers for battle, and ride back to the castle thru grass pastures of cattle, | | |
| any wannabe wak cat like you can start a label, look at you for example you wak, try to rhyme two even three syllables, then ill respect your shit in the mean time check my shit, its ill cause i got the skill, loko records aint gonna be shit with tha fools you got have you even sold a record yet? why you even wanna a sign hence for hes as wak as you, my grammar hits like a hammer you wish you were mc hammer | | |
| ill burn if you talk mate, observing you born fakes, im a serial killer like i was murdering corn flakes, | | |
loko records if your not scared lets see you come back with somtin then a joke you got from the internet make a fucking rap show him ur skill inless ur a pussy
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| lyrical they got notin they just fucking get jokes of the internet to back em up they cant even get there own shit, man you take em down so bad they got notin | | |
| no one will reply to my shit. probably cause im ruff and tuff like dike biker chicks, and my rhymes got more bytes than microchips, im cold enough to make water freeze at minus fourty four degrees, and i slaughter g's even if theyre portugese, im with the hood like friah tuck, and i got more hoes than a fire truck, spitting raps and bridging gaps like a viaduct, yo im out ive left these suckers mentally stressed, like a teenage girl taking a pregnancy test, peace out to da real!!! | | |
| im dressed for success with a vest on my chest, im the best of the best leaving these suckers stressed and depressed, | | |
| lyrical this is not an option i leave you bleedin in the streets rottin scrape i hope you like how bullets taste cuz ima put 5 in ya face im back like mase with a new approach to shove these gats down both of your throats and leave you floatin in the ocean like boats im the realest on this shit what have you proved ive put in over 30 qoutes leavin you bitches confused rollin on 22s im bad news this isnt a truise ima knock your head of your nech and make lyrical wear it so hes not dressed for sucess but dressed for gay sex whoes next on my list of death not diablo or hence when your crew see me ride by they hide in the trench | | |
| coming up with some gangsta shit you sounding pityful, you sound like 50 cent that got shot with a water pistol, and when i come thru i gotta new rap, cuz on the mic ........ YOU WAK, and thats the fact here, im about to smack you out the atmosphere, hey yo your more pussy than a papsmear, im sorry did i call you a pussy was that a question, nah your a pussy with a fuking yeast infection, you need a lesson and im a teach ya, im the rhyming preacher, theres over three thousand ways i could defeat ya, thats right you might beat me in a fight, but im a kick your ass on this mic | | |
| i want everyone who reads this to tell me who they think has the iller skills, is it bitch made switchblade, or the lyrical miracle, i know who scrap is backing. oh and switch i read you "30 something quotes" man its time you wrote something dope | | |
| man there was a time were someone with a couple good rimes could get in sorry you mist it lil bitch is writin well puttin on lipstick yall know who swith is beat you bithes shit less rimin very explicit switchblade loadin in my shells sendin fake mcs to hell | | |
| incredible, my rap is like a chemical drug, thugs buzz like metal touching an electrical plug, even sceptical accept this skill as factual proof, spit my raps through the mic and fracture the glass in the booth, the reason that my crew will never pass the mic, is cause you see thru like ice in a glass of sprite, ill rip a hole in the ozone and leave you suckers spinning in space, ill spit in your face to show you how a clitoris taste, at this pace you bitches will never finish the race, ill play the shit from your tape and make you admit its a waste, your always after the cash and after the ass, but youll only be ashes and gas after the blast, it dosnt matter if you made of matter or mass, im releasing raps so powerful theyre shattering glass, put a rapper in the cast from his neck to his toes, disecting my foes, peel away the flesh from the bones, im terribly beating you faggots, tearing your meat into fragments, been eating rappers like taranchulars feeding habbits, you drop lines that you fuck hot dimes, but your cock size will make her eyes roll counter clock wize, im not ill like walking thru the projects with a nine, im ill like moving solid objects with the mind, | | |
| i like your shit lyrical its tight bra, you a sik rymer | | |
| lyrical kills you swich, If you want loko records to better quit cause you got notin. Lyrical you got somtin you leave switch left with his bitches. Come on switch lets see you diss me show me what you got, cause even my raps up there kill you. | | |
im gonna come thru with the kung fu, are yall ready... 1,2,
i rock and shock like you got ELECTOCUTED,
whos next to shoot with my glock and get EXECUTED,
switch should get breast implants and become a dancing DRAG QUEEN,
im your worst nightmare hes not even close to a BAD DREAM,
if you cant rock spots youll get popped like VIRGIN CHERRY'S,
while ill emerge with my own personal MERCENARY'S,
my journal burns cause im the colonel FRYING CHICKENS,
the type of guy that wont reply to the cries of DYING VICTIMS,
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| ya girls eyes go clock wise when they see my humongous cock size your dicks are both the size of pop eyes and you rock guys you not fly its all an allusion the weapons im usin dicks is what you choose to cruise on your balls are the size of nuetron i admit you can throw raps down but your backround were im from youll get smacked aroundback to scrape your lyrics floos ass i dont know what your voice is soundin like all i know is you get rid by more little boys than a mountin bike | | |
| im a POLTERGEIST thats OLD AS CHRIST and COLD AS ICE, i could ROLL THE DICE and CONTROL YOUR LIFE, | | |
| hey scrape city slicker titty licker ive seen scary movie 3 get some real material | | |
| yo dont diss mountain bikes cause i ride them the same way i be mounting dikes, yo switch have you heard of and internal rhyme | | |
| stop using my rhymes switch i know theyre ill and you love them but purhaps you could try and try writing some of your own, of youll get pissed and shat on like kitty litter | | |
yo fuck loko those homos will be FOREVER FAGGOTS,
dress in LEATHER JACKETS ill smash em with theyre TENNIS RACQUETS | | |
| hey lyrical get dressed for death and scrape id never hide in the shade id come out screamin with a AK's put you in a koma for 8 days i geetin ready for battle so im packin knives deadly supplies to suprise and paralize you better get dressed to marry guys and your moms got hairy thies | | |
| im so hot ima melt ice blocks more then mc benter sucks cocks rollin on drops lyrical can talk but cant back it up im packin sluts i dont give a fuck about your lil brother and how much you rape em i was a thug before it was big like rakim | | |
yo i be mackin more sluts than rakim and mack 10,
the only action you get is fudge packing when you jack men,
you see i pick up chicks like pick up sticks and get laid like bricks,
you getting played like a bitch and mever get get laid with chicks, | | |
yo i be mackin more sluts than rakim and mack 10,
the only action you get is fudge packing when you jack men,
you see i pick up chicks like pick up sticks and get laid like bricks,
you getting played like a bitch you never get laid with chicks | | |
yo bitches praise my dick and i can fuck for days and shit,
while all switch hits is gays and dick,
i meditate in positions and levitate like magicians,
ill put you in submission like meditation from prisons, | | |
yo im out,
i do the dance of the devil,
battle stance enhanced,
YOU CAN'T ADVANCE TO MY LEVEL,
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| ima keep it gansta like fabolos and lyricalls a lil dickattic name is tragic i can go past your level fake ass rebel im hot as a kettle solid like metal and put down the petal loko was never hatin on ya im maske sure the dr. will be operatinj on ya cant take me im, stronger a freeky monster with a dick wider and longer i come and concer you dick wander you aint shit compared to me think you scarin gs you real apperently but your scrapes rimes gotta stop and go back to suckin cock a lot before i pop a shot that leave you a paraplegic i cant belive this and laugh when i read it only reason you gotta go is cauase they offerin free dick and spit some weak shit you must have been misleeded i let you in on a secret beat it you not needed like adidas so grow a penis and leave bitch | | |
| i aint steelin your shit im a game vetran well trend sendin i doubt you bitches ever seen a weapon so talk on and keep fakin cause i spit fire like a dragon these rimes get you shakin sizzlin more than bacon of the shit im makin you a cheep vanilla ice immitation i aint lettin this go like immigration with a killer amagination mc chasin scrape you tree wastin in the bitch section is where you should be placed in ima put so much led in ya leave you with gray skin put you six feet in the dirt barry you with a purse | | |
| now you medidated out of the metics stretcher and all leave disinigrated you fake native | | |
i spit to make the mic like a flammable torch,
its understandable, my mind is a mechanical force,
and im a cannibal my mandable is chewing your corpse,
im tyranical, a vandal of intangible sorts,
not a mineral a mammal or an animal im,
metaphysical the syllables in critical rhymes,
flows blowing off your limbs like invisible mines,
ive been invincible with rhymes since biblical times,
my .44 calibre tongue stuns with the power of the gun that the son of sam would pull,
the unmanagable, volatile, diabolical to the last molecule,
fuck a nuclear bomb, my anatomical structure is an atomical bomb which i posses in my palm which i disguise as a mic to keep the crowd calm,
www.
trace the net connection to discover your spot,
bustin a lot,
bludgen your brother and mother with a rock,
who could do to you not,
what tyson does when box,
block off blocks and battle with cops, helicopters and swat,
i swiftly switch to a switchblade your bitch made, with flavour like no sugar in coolaide, | | |
im like a ceasar salad,
you dont wont beef with me,
im like a mouldy pizza,
you dont wont a piece of me, | | |
Niggas bangin' in NY now? Cuz, I don't knock it
This fool said he was a Blood but had his rag in the wrong pocket
Crips wear it on the left and Damus wear it on the right
I'ma show you muthafuckas how to gangbang right
ride back on the same night; how to sling caine right
how to keep them guns hot and aim them thangs right
while your DJ gettin' slumped at the breakbeat spot
I'm smokin' purple to my lungs like Grape Street Watts
c-walk on your roof, it's over before you hit the vocal booth
Watch out! I threw up the hood and broke your tooth
Put a straight jacket on me, cuz, I'm throwin' a tantrum
and all the Crips across the world, y'all gon' sing this anthem
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Hence is back y'all better surrender, fuck with me ima put you through a blender, i dont wanna offend ya but if ur as shit as mc bentor take a detour cuz you dont belong here. then the triple threat is your biggest fear, switchblade, diablo and hence are the dictators, y'all just fuckin rapers, next week ur death will be announced in the papers, dont make the mistake and under estimate diablo hence and switchblade, the last dawg ywho dared regrets that he dissed one of us, cuz i slit his wrist and you'll be next on the list, and then i wont be nice, ima get out my axe, get my lunatic attacks, chop u in pieces and put u in plastic bags, put them in in packs and send em to your dad, so the next time u diss us you wont come back.
most of the bitches here are faggots with high pitches, and i got the itches to pull the switches and release the gas and while we stand there in our masks and laugh, you'll suffocate, now its too late, you never should have dissed diablo hence or switchblade.
you offended us gods, ur crime is blasphemy, u will suffer in hell and rot, you challenged ur destiny, now ur an enemy, y'All a fuckin shame ima put you outta da frame and make sure that you'll never rap again, one bullet between ur eyes, u will stop to breathe, you fucked with and antichrist, now you must bleed | | |
| you bitches abused me tried to move me but you dont amuse me cause i pack an oozy and due my dudy and feed you to a cannibal dont bring the gas this shit is flammable im a phycopathic crackatic with an atomatic strait op band it try to understand it im lunatic thats bin thru some shit i aint movin bitch ima crip and a blood get it alright you a bitch not a thug now get it right guns blast automic puffin the chronic you malibus most wanted so stop bitchion | | |
| listen to my desription ill cat nik nak youll get clapped if you enter my territory for you fake is manditory ima pull out a 40 and make a big man a shorty hence well hurt ya and barely keep ya alive so diablo can come and shoot screamin westside and ima take out your intestine spitten the best rimes tried to take this shit by force you lil hors ima smoke ya like smors im hardcore nobody can spit more and still have time for the porshce ima shoot ya more time than fifty you be ill execpt for the fact your rimes are and you aint nitty gritty you american idol singers keepin sticky fingaz and bustin wiggers you lil pinners we strait up sinners and tried to bhe winners but didnt succed so ima make ya bleed | | |
| i rock this shit the baddest scrap rocks more dick than alice get it thru your head my raps stun tear it up like dmx and yung wun you going to feel for heat then all of the sun ima bang this shit like drums the one and only wit tex rockin rolex talkin bout positions when gettin no sex aint no stoppin me im all around like geography you not a g its all an act you goin to get clapped im the illest youve ever heard about ima turn ya out with the greatness hitten ya with the latest get my hoes to polish my gaters on top like the 2003 lakers gettin bread like bakers colders than ice burgs rockin all the big curbs you nothin to me just think you are like jermaine dupri cant amount to this just clowns and shit regret that you ever fucked with switchblade my rimes come back at ya like a ricichade make your life delayed lil boaster with aids i aint goin to beet around the bush blow off ya foot the time it took to adapted wasnt anything say it dosent hurt till it starts to sting you cant touch my qoutes the shit i wrote | | |
I'm gonna spit an incredible verse
Your head'll reverse and BURST
Till blood chemicals squirts all over medical shirts
Professional works of arts spark exceptional words
SHORT CIRCUIT MICS and cause an electrical surge
Rhymes shine like lights off of pieces of ice
My speech is precise
Psyche like telekinesis in fights
Rhymes reaches heights of beacons and satellites
What man can scan Venus and find pieces of mics
My fetus type was genius like
Spit with the speed of light
Strike in the night
STRIP YOU OF YOUR ADIDAS STRIPE
You see this indy white
Cause you couldn't be this tight
I'ma torture your wife while my fist squeezes the vice
Which unleashes the spikes
Brains leeches and mice
Right on the beaches in spice
Till she screeches with fright [aahh]
The meanest to recite reaches for the weakest device
And releases to the people saying JESUS HE'S NICE
I'm a bad man
Managed to damage an amateur
While I slap slackers and backpackers
My raps shatters you wack matter FOREVER
Clever and still better with skill to sever your head
so BET THAT I'M ILL
On the best records erected and ripped it in record
I erupted and ruptured your wak label built into wreckage
Respect this lyrical is magnetic electric effected | | |
And known to charge negative when I set it
were the fine line between einstein and jack the ripper
the way we react to liquor crash partys and attack the stripper | | |
When I be spittin raps rippin wax gats start clickin back
Chickens act frickin wack backstage lickin sacs
Suckin nuts fuckin sluts up in butts bustin up
Jealous rappers runnin up but they need to toughen up
Master into battling one batter in your calvary
lyrical is actually the baddest in this galaxy
Critical the pinnacle of lyrically invincible
Your pitiful epitomy of common minor syllable
Rap style's fragile stack you into wack piles
Nobody wants your shit like a used crack vial
Understand this and only this I'm dissin ya writtens
And if ya pissed we could take it up with our fists
Cuz I be rippin wack foes with wak flows you assholes
Punch out foes with flows like Glass Joes
Fast or slow pick apart those like afros
Rip ya face up like space from black holes
I mack dips stack chips fuck gat clips-aca
cause i spit fat shit when i spit rap scrips | | |
I'm Undefeatable, Biggie would even say I'm unbelievable
Plus quick to flip like Sport Utility Vehicles
I crush years, so don't ever come near,
Cause it was done from the beginning like Father MC's career
A new title holder is here this year
my raps got more pussies open than pap smears
The nicest emcee, you'll never dispute
Cause I've been rappin since the tree on your Timb boots was roots
I knock more boots than 40 deuce prostitutes
but not for loot, only if she's hot and cute
Try and cock block my game it's complete violation
Cause i got more hoes than firestations
I face off with imitators and take off
Bring more flavor to the beef than steak sauce
You think your phatter than me, but you way off,
You're soft, and you've done more weight loss than Kate Moss
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Your shit's finito, I wrap up beef like a burrito
Underground flow, down low, incognito
The torpedo, that tore flows, that tore shows,
through tore clothes, before blows, through torsos,
It's lyrical, so large my physical mass occupies
multiple galaxies like god off calories
I cock back, rock raps for dickriders,
My mic is something you should never pick up like hitchhikers
Above average, y'all better practice
Even weak emcee's consider you the wackest
I heard your debut joint, your song ain't hot
Its something that a crackhead would pawn for rock
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I master my steez, disaterous to wacker MC's
Attacking with ease, and bring a bat to shatter your knees
I'm badder than these...
Rappers screaming, "lyrical please, show mercy"
But their begging doesn't matter to me
I'm allergic to wacker rappers, and automaticaly sneeze
So when they rap after me, I try not to breathe
Blow flows into tissue like boogies and snots
Cock the hammer, pop the glock like a rookiesh cop
And when bitches see me rock, their pussy gets hot
Got 'em counting down the days that it took me to drop
And when the records in the store, you'll be begging for more
Cause you never heard a style like this perfected before
From the surface of the Earth to the center of the core
Epidermis of a girl or placenta of a whore
All the verses in the World couldn't settle the score
Causy lyrical is the master of the deepest metaphors
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No one can match the accuracy of my rappin g
My brain thinks rapidly
Automatically adapted when competition is tapping into my
Mainframe, biting my styles like downloading files
But I react with raps that suckas hack
Y'all can get the scrotum
I manifest the cybernetic explosion
To overload your modem when I decode 'em
And bring the cryptic simplistic firewalls
I assault with fireballs
Through fiber optic lines in line with rhymes in cyberspace
My face print across the screen
Glow bright-green digitizing a fight scene
In actual reality I'm sitting in my basement
In virtual reality I'm fighting Matrix agents
On planet Earth I control your mind when I say shit
In cyberspace I control computers 'cause they're basic
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beefin on loko man that aint the way im miurderin more niggas than the kkk a pussy aka lyrical miracle i hear it all your bitchin and complainin you better start trainin and get an order of restrainin rimes leave you faintin spray paintin my name on niggas you lil ass lickers you probably have no idea what you talkin about but still babblin on think your rappin is stong ima control this like king kong hence im one of you you bitch as niggas your mommy is who you runnin to while we gunnin fools carryin jewels and werapons are my tools i make you shit your pants leave you with read tans imposible to deafeat me my symbolic fuck you up leave you like an alkaholic beacause my range is enough to send you a bullet with your name and snort on ya like cocane lyrical madness spittin the fastest and fattets yall run like rabbits they zipped me up in strait jacket but i easily escape you better sit down and pray till this day i stand strong to stop the bleedin try a tampon nigga
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| try to stop me you dont even have a chance of 1 percent cause nigga im just to perfect learkin like a serkin bitches jerkin my yerkin leavin you hurtin hidin behind curtains this shit is disturbin switches in my brain turnin you in hell burnin well im spreadin the loko tradition we continue dissen i know you into bitchen and snitchen scrape is ass kissin so he wont get beef well to bad bitch cause im sellin the leaf smellin the bag spellin the streets lyricalls a fag you say i cant spit more than syllable rate now bitch you very killable i could call some people and arranged the thuggin nigga you cant speak my langauge your rimes are anccient leave you pavement facin you bitches just fakin | | |
yo switch you should change your style if gonna use different names
dark ryder, diablo, switch all sound the same
i know its the same fool | | |
| im out loko records switch, diablo,hence ,dark ryder | | |
| what the fuck r u talkin about lyricall miracle you think im changin man ill give 3 different numbers 12507010141 dark rayder 12502455435 and mine is by my second quote what is your idea yopu lil wanskta thinkin real but aint nothin man loko records bitch all even send you a brochure or a poster im makin your hoes hurt AND 3 DIFFERENT EMAILS IF YOU WANT THEM, I8 DONT KNOW ABOUT HENCE HE LIVES IN LIKE BRITTIAN AND YOUR VOICE PROBABLY SUCKS DICK MAN | | |
biggie would diss you like shady and murder deathrow and bad boy loko and you fags hahahhahahahahahahahahahaha
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| beter check your pulse cause your rimes are false real names probably like charles ima tear you into bits smaller than both your dicks and girlfreinds tits think im switchin identidies what r u smokin and your 1st rime you gotta be jokin stop boastin and get another career plan as a soccer mom drivin a minny van when i came out you bitches ran rushin well rimes and gats blustin gangstas hustlin and switchblade cuttin lyrical motherfuckin dick suckin im cussin you all be fussin marryin your cousins your shit i aint trustin how old are you lyrical | | |
| HENCE WHAT ABOUT THE TAPE MAN | | |
| not even hences wak ass wants to sign to your wak ass label | | |
| man you got ill lyrics ill give you that but you not a thug your a wak ass wannabe that will run out off lyrics pretty soon and how old are you again | | |
im 23 and i got folders 12" thick full of ill rhymes, i been doing this shit for years,
you dont learn to rhyme like that overnight bro.
i could drop about 3, 4 albums with what ive written
as for being a wannabe, well i run with a crew, but we aint trying to b anything were not, | | |
by the way my names charles manson,
im dancing in maralyn mansons mansion | | |
I'm electrically charged like jumper cables got attached to the mic
Jackin you white
I got a black gat with a sight
I sat up on a satellite last Saturday night
Beefin with a space rapper till we BATTLE FOR MICS
I can think about you makin shatter platinum and ice
You try flattery and this rapper will flatten you twice
Just to obtain the fame or be half as nice
You'd have to train everyday twice a day for HALF YOUR LIFE
Every emcee I see wanna be as live as me
I'm at the level of perfection that prescribes to be
I got insight
Don't even need my eyes to see
All knowin'
Nothin on earth surprisin' me
I'm on some fly shit
Some ol' open up your eyes shit
Superhero for rap
Never be the sidekick
Cats try to see in my mind like they was psychic
By I kick the lines that spine shatter when I spit
SPECTACULAR
Spectators are left spellbound
Helpless like women rape victims being HELD DOWN
I'm like a nuclear facility in meltdown
Radiate your physical makin your spirit HELLBOUND
Comin from CT
Rockin in 3d
THROWIN ROOTBEERS IN YOUR FRIDGE FOR TRYNA SEE ME
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I'll snatch your click, just to make you think
I draw gats quicker than the human optical blinks
Have you terrified, washing your sweaty face in a sink
Cause you pussy like a porn star dressed in pink
I'm on the brink of blowing to being thrown in the clink
Cause I start fights with cats like my shit don't stink
You think you gigantic, but you Titanic sink
I'm dynamic with ink, making larger heads shrink
I don't rock ice, don't even like ice in drinks
Go south for the winter, to hot for ice rinks
You flow soft, knock your nose off like the Sphinx
Hit hoes off, that's why your girls see's me and winks
I'm the sleeziest rap fink, Hip-Hop's Larry Flynnt
Hard to see like black tints, cats squint to glimpse
Never leave hints, photos, or finger prints
I'm down low, below underground macs and pimps
You new jack's and whimps, try hard, but cum limp
While my name is getting print across billboards and blimps
lyrical Bar-B-Ques you shrimps, leaving my imprints
An inch in your skull before you could even flinch
Battle me, step up and die
So let me clarify, that I terrify
Paralyze, while you sit there and cry
I never lie, verify
I travel without moving like i was Jamaroquoi
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It's tragic, why you even mess with this rap shit
Nobody wants to fuck with you like busted fat chicks
Ya clips aint full, when you pull your gat clips
Now how you gonna battle this, spittin that wack shit
Way back in the day before the age of gold chains and fat fades
When Zulu Nation was still called the Black Spades
A fetus was formed. A genius was born
Adidas was worn. And pieces of your speakers was torn
I used to fiend for mics like and addict for rocks
The baddest on blocks who'd rock till the static would stop
Herbs beating me with words was absurd
Like traffic cops who cocked semi-automatic Glocks to pop
Stetsosonic was hot. Kwame was not
I wore out the shell tops that copped when Planet Rock dropped
From Ultramag MC's to JB to BDP and KMD I learned to MC
Crumple it up, scratch it out, think it over
Spit it over and over the instrumental to The Bridge Is Over
I was funky, fresh dressed to impress
Got it made with the words that I manifest
You'll never dismantle the best. Give your mandibles a rest
I eat mics Im blessed like a cannibal with flesh
Still number one like It's KRS
With my whole name written across my chest
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| man i got droors of lyrics and recordings ive been in many police reportings my record label name explains it im a put out albums and shit and turn rock to gold like an alchamist i know it dosent happen overnight ive put in blood sweat and tears with hip hop dedication this is history in the makin i put behind me all the other years ridin in cadilacs packin a battleaxe hitten up the battle raps as a maderafact with different rappers attached so many attacks never fell in to the traps now im spitten this on as biggie beat to hope no mcs will be as big as me i aint tralkin litteraly im talkin about trickery ive been thru misury but now im comin out screamin ya bitch whos runnin now till i die loko lyricall where you from or live | | |
| switchblade spitten on mixtapes since the fifth grade welcome to the hell hotline your on the air if you scared get out of the game thats advice for some of you mcs im up all night writin like thev drive thru at wendys multiple personallity warn the faculty im explosive and have a death motive | | |
| when im spitten i go by a loko jurisdiction to be crazy rap made me only jesus can save my rimes are incredible chompin at the bit i aint stoppin till im rich i took snoops advice to drop it like its hot | | |
| Switch shut the fuck up cause your shits not hot, by the way jesus is praying you quit and stop, You got no flow you got no show by the way your shits gotta go. You wont hate me cause your family want an autograph, everyone wants to be like me cause they follow my path, it will take you along time to get rich itll take me half the time cause incrdible rhymes, youll be yesterdays news, end up working for jews, cant aforrd a pair of shoes. You so dumb you end up sleeping with fat chicks and getting h i v pretty soon thats a i d and i dish your dirt like a i 3's, i aient gonna eat or sleep till i see what i wanna see, and what i wanna see is you go to sleep in the ground far down deep. we never met but best you gonna know me, when im this close ima expose you phony. Cause loko records aient no g's there a circus they rap so bad there worthless, why am i badiling someone thats not worth my race hes affraid to rap to my face, you a waste of my time white trash discrace | | |
me a bitch you dont even go under you real name you aint nothin compared to me think your shits incredible ima make bullets eddible make the experience unfogettable that shit is regretable even scrape spit better than you and hes a wack ass bitch dont fuck with switch i put you in a koma you watch your dad in the shower and you gettin a boner and thats an obie trice lyric man circus and worthless you packin com in a thermos
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fuck the "current champion" cause im the new challenger,
the one whos come to tell you your days are numbered like a calender,
when i rap and battle wak rappers,
im like ivan milat trapped with a pack of backpackers,
ill fracture your back and snap your scapular,
im spectacular always out for blood like dracular,
on the mic im fully equipped in my battle stance,
the war chief bringing more beef than a cattle ranch,
the job was to rob five ENTIRE BANKS,
disguised as an ally spi trying to rise to HIGHER RANKS,
i ran in dressed in a vest and began to FIRE BLANKS,
grabbing the first bitch i saw who kinda looked like TYRA BANKS,
round the counter i found the acountant ASTOUNDED,
"BITCH GRAB THE CASH AND COUNT IT BEFORE YOU GET BOUND AND POUNDED"
then i headed for the safe to START CRACKING,
its all part of a days work like CAR JACKING, | | |
| rap to your face and your annonamous only in god we trust stop and dont bust ever again you just followin the trends talkin shit till your life ends bitch get a name you bitch | | |
| scrape stop being a pussy and take me yourself this is a battle challenge if you real you accept if you a pussy you wont | | |
bitch ass i accept ill talk you down show me what you got and ill flip it back and well see by the other people who they were likein better niggah
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| everybody who see this tell us who u were liking me or bitch ass diablo | | |
| diablo show me what you got and ill spit back | | |
i just ate 3 e's and two blue meanies,
ima make diablo dissappear like whodini,
put him in the boot of my lambagini,
while bitches in bikinis eat my dick like zuchinis,
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| allrigt scrape its on spit it | | |
| this is the shit real gangstas be boobin heads to i be spittin the rimes you never due remain for ever true lil bitch im make ya sufficate you just love to hate but when its battle time you run away well i can a gun the great so you aint a challenge mc with no tallent even up the balance you remain behind lyrical miricle suckin his dick well i go all out bustin a bitch smokin crystal meth on the west ima leave you full of bullets like elliot ness leave you parents upset well im rollin my own cigarette with a special ingretian the only reason youd be rappin on stage is if you was a comedian makin sure your families very obediant your raps are so meningless like the money symbols in your name you wanna fuck with me dogg you better train and im not tame i will snap well spitten this ill rap now spit back to that | | |
yo im the CLIT LICKER,
SCRIPS SICKER
SPIT QUICKER,
SIP LIQUOR,
FLIP SICKER,
SCRIPS RICHOCETE,
karate punch you punks leave you body in chunks
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| hey stop defendin for him and let him spit lyricall miracle | | |
ive existed for eons, peons, won even three on one,
my rhymes out shine like i got a neon tongue,
in battle in gifted its like im cataclismic,
the baddest to spit it, my optics read data in digits,
like a neo when i mastered the matrix, faster than spaceships,
futuristic flow but bring it back to the basics,
im a flow fanatic, memory is photographic,
when i was a little sperm i blasted out the profalactic,
now im photostatic off your dusty photographic,
im about to blow like the noses on some coke addicts,
you wak jokes will get your backs broke,
cause i keep it gangsta like ice cube with jerri curls and the black cloak,
fast to blast like white teens in black coats,
walk into math class and clap till the gat smokes,
your girl jocks me and clocks me like a track coach,
you thought you had a doper flow?
HA I DONT THINK SO | | |
if yall ask me who i be liking the best,
id have to say my rhymes are better than all of yalls,
i want to see someone write some really ill shit,
that actualy rhymes like three sylables,
with punchlines and shit | | |
alright then lyrical this is it then
the one and only to rock the micraphone the streets like my tone this has goten personal all your lines are reversable you the worst of all these lil wannabes wannabegs so the follow i leave you hollow benter that claims hes and mc try to temp me the thug defintion and loko records is my ambitzion so all you mcs on this site listen before your vowels be twisten you probably a fatass 23 year old thats antisocial so back up before you get boldowsed this is a lil kid motivation the circle of sin and tempation if you real sighn up for registration this is a demonstration for a sillytech renavation your dick is what men are tastin im in my zone of concentration so very impationed im now nockturnal and loko kernal | | |
that was wak dont you know wat ill lyrics are?
obviously not,
half your shit doesnt even make sense | | |
Ayo, I'm kick ass thick as a brick you bitch ass
Quick on the draw I come equipped with a pick axe
Rock solid, you cock-a-holics, I'm not gon frolic any longer
Cause my crew's much stronger
Donkey Kong stomp, Pac-Man chomp
Attacking competition I'm back in my position
Pop off with the must stop opposition
You have to listen cause mad division of beauty and grace
See what I do to your face, might be me, might be my friends
I might need an alibi it all depends
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it, suck this
I'm a small giant, that's trying, dying to find success
You look upset stupid fuckhead
I'm locked, stocked, and loaded the most devoted
I'm a keep bringing the pain 'til your brains exploded
I'm motivated, voted and rated as one of the greatest
One of the most loved and hated and still haven't made it
Ya know…
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Back up in it, you cats are timid
Mad got the axe and the track is spinnin'
Cadillac, black and tinted, freak occurrence
Little rim caps swim laps in the rap occurrent
This is it I flow with heroic poets
my influence will ruin what you're doin'
I'm flowin'
The tyrant's back, I'm quiet as a riot is -
my mind's a violent environment
Bangin' anger bang us, it's awfully graphic
catastrophic topics for target practice
Reestablish the elaborate labyrinth of havoc that's unmatched
the dukes of hazard
Fifty grand on each hand, man
Got people movin' like American Bandstand
Bang! Bang! My whole crowd's rowdy
Nine hundred thousand pals styles arousin'
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Ok, Jump back spin around I’m Mixed up
Say hi Crack you in the mouth and Kick dust
Big Truck roll up at the window of a pickup
Order a Quarter pounder while I’m getting my dick sucked
Lyrical remember my name cause I’ll forget
Bad temper I punch myself in the head
I’m up against a wall no one to protect me
Shoot my shadows had enough he’s fed up he left me
I’m all alone but I love being lonely
We outta the trees me and Moka only
Start a single fine line of the sane asylum
Its hard to stay calm when your brain is whiling
I’m smiling but inside im screamin
I’m a ragin demon but I love god pray every evening
Seven, seven times Sometimes five
I gotta do and say certain things before I drop
I ain’t think of particular stuff, just comes to me
Socials skills suck I’m real bad company
Still got a long way to go I ain’t sweating
Cause everyday another day Towards where I’m Getting
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My motorcycle rings are flooded
I’m star studded
You motherfuckers not going to be able to cut it
Listen Bitch, I'm a tuff act to follow
Suck my dick, and here's a nut sack to swallow
Wanna get personal, close and intimate
Listen kid I’m a whole different instrument
Mental I’m not sentimental
I’m intrakit, its impossible not to get into it
My intent to vent is not innocent
I’m guilty of being real filthy with these meniscent ways
It's time to finish ya faze
I’m proof that raw adrenalin and energy pays | | |
Don't be shocked we made it,
Lyrical rocks the greatest, when I'm intoxicated,
got shit locked we waited.
Invaded and stayed at the fact with tactics activated,
can't hate it you played that track attacks infatuated.
Fatal attraction won't stop 'till I'm platinum,
wam bam gonna flatten 'em, gonna baseball batt'n 'em.
Quick draw McGraw, rap assault rifle,
go blind when you look into the mind of a psycho | | |
We some thought provokers for weed smokers that need focus
No hocus-pocus, just some lead vocals
Wrap round your head and choke cold local yocals
Till your face turn purple, can't break the sacred circle
I'm a mathmatician with a master vision
You have to listen, focus on business now who's ass ya kissing
Lit the flame, got mass support
I'ma pass the torch, if you're asking for it, if you got passion for it
This is an example of substance abuse
Loving abuse, consuming a few in a hotel room with a view
And I love giving the answers to the same fucking questions
Love signing burnt CD's at these autograph sessions
Love getting drunk for my shows and stage diving
And putting my life in the hands of the tourbus driver
Love taking planes and vicious bitches with no names
I love to get home to pack and just pack up and do it again | | |
Yo, fire and anger, barbarians bang
We're furious things, we take this as a serious thing
You curious man? Then follow along
I'm outta control, the music seems
At times I act intolerable
Don't try to swallow it whole, take it piece by piece
I rip you limb by limb
Cuz I'm a beast that feasts on the weak minded
You'll find that I'm a basket case
One step ahead because my heart pumps at a faster pace
Assasins, rapidly whippin' up a masterpiece
Iron jaws, I'm causin' a catastrophe
Has to be disasterous for us to care
I'm openin' the door for the mentally prepared
Come on in an' try this on for size
We don't act surprised, we don't sympathize
We just maintain the stature as we ransack the weak
Drastic changes from a fantastic freak
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| lyrical miracle thats madchild verse in heavy you fake ass bitch and thats from freak fantastik from monsters in your closet and that one is from heavy thinkers man get your own lyrics and you call your self lyrical and the other one is from bring it home man those are all swollen members lyrics get some real shit you faker and if mine dont make sense thoes arent even your mad child mokas and prevail you are even faker than before | | |
| man you done and scrape spit back to diablo | | |
| hey switch you rigt those are swollen lyrics man thats weak | | |
| hey dilly dumplins lets here you rap ima fill you full of caps as a maderafact all rap battle your ass this is for you dilly dumplins the hunter you is going to become the hunted im from the streets of dundas and i get higher than the iffel tower in london man scrape could even take your ass an emberass ya even your own cousin wouldnt marry ya ima make sure i always blaze and hit ya suprizinly like heat raze and burn ya like a hamster in the microwave bitch remember the name loko records switch 2 the blade | | |
| bustin so many gats on rappers for frontin let them rot in my dungeon mc benter be runnin well im strapped with a calaber in both holsters and blow your arms out your shoulders you be removed like a loose molders bodies droppin automatics poppin mcs better take caution i come with no warning kill your ass when you wake up in the mornin now im on top like i always was rollin blunts when cuz im hot like a sauna and vicious like perawnas i notice weapons so i unhand them then switch blades on random and have a temper tantrom then give my crew order to blow the cannons no enemies left standin then paramedics in helicopter airplanes and choppers start landin | | |
| im out hence diablo dark ryder and any one else whos ill and wants to send me in a tape in one of my qoutes theres instrunctions this is what happens when real rappers start bust loko | | |
| hey anonnamous thats go to sleep eminem and d.m.x you fake ass bitch i know my shit get some of your own rimes you pitiful punkass bitch that shits laghable steelin shady records lines man your shit is all stolen like lyricalls you lil bitch ass wannabe | | |
| and annomonus the obie trice line is make you nervous on purpose you aint mcs you worthless you aint them gs yous the circus lil bitch that is sad | | |
| this is a diss to a bitch that remains annonamous and tries to be shady records so steals lines well loko going to ome thru and pop nines and be like the clipse and grind ima smack your bitch ass and leave you unconchious where you goin to get your shit now phonix im new school with electronics this aint a threat its a promise and i can offord shoes got the g-units with the strap you got it all but cant rap thats a shame dont even go under a name i say it proudly switchblade leave you fucked up and drousy the lyrics you made up lousy | | |
| come on bitches step up and ill ring your neck up and roll your dreds up dont walk around these streets with your chest up and your brest up lyrical annonamis mc benter nik nak rino whoes next up | | |
| yall never seen somebody spitten so many disses and lyrics and still remain on top and let bitches feel the pain of glocks the pain will never stop i call it how i see it get you mistreated wanna a demonstration of real get seated and anything that says hence diablo dark ryder or switchblade read it | | |
| leavin you bitches scared im hard like rock yall soft like pears leave you full of tears spitten tight i make evrything have a price claim you nice until i put your head in a vice and squeezed lookin very pleased im switchblade indeed makin girls voices squeek and shreek | | |
| nik nak ill battle you spit first and ill reply with some sick shit switch bitch beatin on tricks makin hits | | |
man this scrape wouldnt spit back so im a leave another rap for him to reply to
loko alliance beyond the others we triumph like midgets to 18 foot giants so just stop trying your not replying im the sillytech invader not a hater you have to take viagra to be a playa ima leave you with out a response spittin enough to be fillin oversized ponds i have oversized palms that well help me elimate you me and switch love to discimate in this battle i decided to face you so spit back and stop clownin before you in that pond drownin this is howmy raps soundin spit back scrape | | |
| diablo and hence and dark ryder and stoppin till your brain dead you aint goin to get a way with playing dead be cause for killin im famous this shit is mine i claim this pull the dick out of your anous and battle me nik nak i told you spit first so im waitin makin sure your moms takin leave you like michael jackson missshapen | | |
| leavin you bitches scared im hard like rock yall soft like pears leave you full of tears spitten tight i make evrything have a price claim you nice until i put your head in a vice and squeezed lookin very pleased im switchblade indeed makin girls voices squeek and shreek | | |
| im out but ill be back later like the termanater you bug me so im callin the exterminater fuckin your hoes on the elevater became the love instgater and unlike you i never payed her im spitten rimes that belong in the magor you jism lil bitch lyrical and annonamous commiten playsurism to the top ive risen off the rockets loncher ive been rippen and the rimes ive been spittin leave you missin | | |
| 81 quotes bitch im the realest if you havent noticed you know who wrote this this is some pro shit ima go up to your mom and pop on a trojan the clip loadin blood soakin switchblade now im not jokin weed smokin and hoe pokin bringin out the forty four bustin your car window and screamin at the top of my lungs this is war loko bitch this has just begun in the benz with the top down smellin the fear like a bloodhound | | |
| you done now about to get hung now this is a rundown do this since sundown | | |
| the one and only that well take the critisisme and make sure you not livin im hot spitten niggas and chickens no my shit can be very offensive but all my chains are very expensive knockin out more teeth than a dentist ima piro lightin evrything on fire and addin gasoline you bitches and real just pullin drastic scenes im rappen honestly my raps all with quality cuz im a real solid g | | |
its a fact that duskies shows
attract busty hoes
while your wak rusty flows
stink like musty clothes
your vague and hopeless
you need some major focus
before i freeze the seas spread disease
and a plague of locusts
i keep my shit tighter than the pussy on junior high chicks
the fly shit that i spit got bitches riding my dick
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my rhymes are tighter than the vagina of a minor
im agile your all fragile like expensive china
a bottle of bacardi
and i'll start the party tricks
with cali sticks martial arts and karati kicks
were cruising starting fueds
and hanging dudes with nooses
never choose the looses
i only pick the best
i like chicks that lick the dick and chest
dick thick as a brick as i split the breast
were pimping models drinking bottles of malt whiskey
chilling covered in twice as much ice as walt disney
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yo dusk will crush you muscles when i bust a flow
if we meet in the street youll get beat like i was russel crow
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ho's yell out at sell out shows
and shows sell out when i yell out flows
i got the club pumping and the subs thumping
i got all the thugs jumping like they're drug munching | | |
| duskie you suck your flow is horibble and your rimes are worse duskie what the fuck kinda name is that do not remain in rap its not your carreer on this site im the most feared with 82 qoutes makin mother fuckas choke with a loko army of diablo hence and dark ryder laughin at your rimes sippin cider you dont want beef with me thats advice you aint strikin fright ill battle you spit first | | |
learn how to rap loko records switchblade read my 83 quotes then battle me bitch
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yo lemme show these cats what rockin a mic's about
i'll put ya life in doubt like the biker style, wiping out
youre a bitch' the reason why your strikin out
cuz, girls who get with you think theyre dykin out
you backpackers home typing out, a verse for ya title bout
while im in the lamborghini with james gandolfini
rappers try to be me but they cant get my look down
my bumpy knuckles leave this industry shook down
when i rhyme im so ahead of my time
that if we battled at ten your dead by 20 past 9
ima severe ya spine duskie's savage b
i'll spit bars at rappers like a chocolate factory | | |
| you talkin about choclater and you clame to be gangster ill leave you with no remainer and slow you down faster than an ancher switchblade bitch you want beef take a number strike you harder than thunder ive rose from under a fearless hunder i make your lamburgini spin out and do a drastic burn out you have as much fans than a murder inc concert turn out | | |
| go underground and practice rappin and come back when you learn how you aint a concern now | | |
you wak ima rip the mic from your hand
you aint the man you just an overly obsessed fan like stan
man you making up words like "hunder"
im god like on the mic you odd like a prime number
thunder doesn't strike you dumb ass lightning does
you think everyones scared but you aint even frightning bruv
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man im reckless i'll snatch ya neckless
you couldnt make it to the top in a bad game of tetris | | |
all the doe im raking in is more than bill gates is taking in
laying in the bed getting head from jenna jamieson
strangle hells angles and jack their harley davidson
duskie spits raps on wax they cant wait to spin
the way that i freestyle you'd think that i hate the pen
never follow the traits and trends for dates or papes to spend
i only fuck dates that i rate tens
while bitches you hit pose for cameras and break the lens
to all you gay fucks this shits a wake up
to let you know i bust like D titties in A cups
when i attack you fucks i slap you up
even your imaginary friends wont back you up | | |
yo my damaging blows be dismanteling foes
cause i be slaming new flows up in your aregant domes
do i be pampering hoes with the carrots and clothes
the answer is no get played like a dancer in shows
im like a cancer that grows even with kemo
kill of your oversized ego | | |
| im strait out of the penententury the mc of the century a gentle g is your identidy im leaving you waitin suspensivelly and murder you mentally duskie trust me i crush gs and leave you bloody this is the vetran you the new kid on the block i even got my own stocks you going to get chopped | | |
| now bitch lets battle spit first and i spit back | | |
| and it was a typing error the word was hunter | | |
yo, you write two raps and you wont even win, just like when you trying to take a foul shot but you always hit the rim. My raps get iller everytime i spit, so when i spit 15 times its like i own the shit. Diablo shut the fuck up your shits not insane and find your own name instead of copying the diablo game. Cause you aient the devil you a pussy nigahs bitch, My raps so great ill be living so rich. Yeh thats right youll be rolling your own cigerette can even afford to pay the dues with your rap cause you in major det. You proubly some 30 year old fag niggah still living with his mom nobody wants his rap so he has to put it on his own cd rom. Your bitch as dad proubly left you in the mist, you could only get head from a pakki terroist, Just because i beat you dont mean you have to get mad, hes babe as punk proubly went crying to his dad. dude you like switches bitch so go back where you came from, he proubly would of sold loko records if you wouldent of gave him your shit that you thought was real switch should of said it from the the beging that your shit has no deal, you would of been for real maring some gay freak named neil having to steal for you meal. Im a blow it right to yuor brain get out of the game your paretns even want you out they ashamed of your name. Who names there self diablo must of been drunk when he got it, proubly got drunk of one beer and pretended he robed it. You dont scare me i'll even step to your face, that means you better get a booster chair you babe just me be at my pace, now find your own race stop pretending your black, copying other peoples lyrics and saying its your rap. So fuck diablo and fuck bitch to, ima diss you both cause you in the gaayest crue.
Lets here who you guys thought was better Me or Diablo bitch | | |
duskie dont worry bitch as swich think he the illest rapper but everyone knows hes some white ass cracker
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| i im a real and put you in an electric chair u as real as fairy tales put you in the beef pail and scape you pussy spit back diablo says lets battle you can babble sure chop you up like chainsaw massacure now one can can rap phatter this is a loko site you just a tresspasser you dont matter to get high you have to use a latter i use blunts hide rappers in trunks and been on this site for months you just punks stop trying honestly you all just wannabe | | |
| nice diablo and duskie spit a rap and ill spit back come on battle me | | |
| scrape you too late and you racist bitch think you the greatest im honestly robbin gs of there dignity you bitches will never get rid of me you belong in the little leagues and get off these streets your raps are comedy lyrical miracle liked you ironichaly yall going to run out of rimes well i have a supply never ending money spendin and doing your honey back and forth like fencing your funeral noones attending im fake ass rapper offending virus sendin thug thats known to hold a grudge and smoke buds dont show love for no duds | | |
| diablo dont play games thats some woosy shit so fuck of real rappers you pussy bitch you aint never even seen a pair of tits under my sleeve is where i hide my tricks with gurnaids guns and clips you cant spit so here some tips try thuggin out and dont cry and pout when loko shouts causin drouts cause of my fever you man seeker gay pride leader and penis feeder | | |
| duskie lets battle same rules as diablo and scrape you spit first all spit back | | |
| cap spiller im that killer that raps iller pill popper ill fuck your daughter | | |
| listenin to scrape man im gettin tired than all of you im gettin higher | | |
| cali soilder aint nobody colder im from the streets of cali yall sassy sallys | | |
| me and my hood crew cali soilder and straight up boy are out this site sucks | | |
posers get out of this all you suck im the mc vortex
and scrape aint even gettin more sex than a tortus you lil racist bitch dissin whites in the night i strike you might have to take a bite im so tight im going to snipe you the streets dispise you like i do this is serious dissin diablos name when your is scrape for fuck sake whats the meaning leavin chicks sreamin to the west is where im leaning gangbeating well you pleeding these raps are feeding on my voice makin points
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| hes a fake ass niggah and a cracker whers that meaning | | |
| loko records ima hit the beats the real nigga | | |
see switch you got nothing they all know you a fake bitch
everyones sick of your shit wake up and smell the coffee your not ill as much as you want to be
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Yo, I weave like tapestry strike rapidly and magically
Alter battle rap habitats automatically
You back down, I change your background like Photoshop
My oratory inventory's overstocked
I'm ripping the track, djs are enjoying it
'Cutting it up, and completely destroying it'
Ambidextrous, yo you must be on a deathwish
Stepping to this, I'm venemous I'll leave you breathless
I spat words, waxed and taxed herbs
Your raps absurd, backs get fractured,
You need a beat to flow to?
You're lucky if your said Hello to
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| that was bad man wow never send me a tape im off this site for good i need to work on my album and heres a secret dark ryder and diablo are older than me im the best on this site by far and im 12 years of age hence send me a tape im out | | |
i battle and batter with data thata shatter marrow and bones
im shooting arrows at clones i sit with pharrows in thrones
finally that 12 year old bitch switchblabe has left
some people never learn i bet he got dd breast
cause he acts like a chick that licks dick
only problem is the dumb prick thinks hes slick rick
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yo switch you're nuts with an apostrophe R.E
not as in the possesive sense cause you aint got N.E | | |
i been beefing for years im used to this shit
been packing heat so long i got a bruise on my hip
you better turn your voice down a decible
or start looking for studios thats wheelchair accessible
leave you a vegitable trust
ill have the letters on ya fubu sweater standing for fucked up by us | | |
Switch you better back off before you get shot from close range, you and loko records are some crazy mother fuckers that wont change, You better back of before i put a 9mm in up top, just like when R kelly arested from the cops, He was doing some some gay shit that was called stachtory rape, You so affraid of me you wish you could exscape, bitch you a 12 year old kid who cuts his hair just to put it on his chest, come but back when you a lil bit older and you felt a lil breast. If we had a vote yall know who would be voted worst, i make him run away from me so long he needs 5000ml of gatorade just to quenche his thirst. Im a guy that like to have fun by blasting the music to make noise, You like micheal the one what likes to touch lil boys. Dissing hence and switch is my best pet peeve, they so gay they do 3 some with guys named steve. Youch my body come on boy just touch my body, thats what switch always says at the partys. Im beat you with a bat till your brain get bashed, sorry lil bitch but your party was just crashed.
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| u aint seen me before im new/still dont mean i cant destroy u/u got the illest rhymes ive ever seen/but next to me/im a rappin machine/ye bitches need to be killed/blood spilled/u got no skills/here take some rap pills/I'll show u some real skills/poetry in motion/i got a notion/quit this rappin/bitch im slappin/ | | |
| Destroyer spit at switch and if you diss his ass good then we know you aient no wannabe crew like loko records, whatever diss who ever you want but loko records are the punks | | |
| ok i dont like being told what to do/so i say fuck u too/like i said poetry in motion/ye all just ripples in my ocean/fuck i kill anythin that talks/looks at me funny or just walks/loko records are punks a/your right ombra/no more games i'll leave u bleedin/pleedin/ for your life/then fuck a hore with a knife/i respect u all that can rap/even u scrap | | |
| man scrape you are extremely worse than a 12 year old kid man you are pussies that spit raps at bitches that arent even here man evrybody on this site is worse than a 12 year old and scrape are makin just lose it part 2 and destroyer u a bitch of te worst rapper ever alive not includind duskie hes even as bad | | |
everybody on this site is gay cause rap is gay
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if you try and step to me im looking at you skeptically
cause you probly wont get far like a retard on jepardy
My brain strains to lift freight trains from off the ground
When I'm walkin' around, I'm the talk of the town
Cuz I harness mental powers scientists don't understand
So I'm on the low hiding from the average man
In a bad savage land I'm rockin' a gas mask
With black gats attached to snaps on back packs
I'll walk thru Hell till it freezes
If Reverend Run sells his Addidas
I stomp cats and leave a path of skeletal pieces
Ya'll are washed up like shellfish on beaches
I'm a genius that's developed speeches deeper than telekinesis
Decapitatin' catchin' the quickening when I'm spittin
I be wettin motherfuckers like a christening and cripplin'
Ya click, quick with equipment equipped
Like bloods blast crips
My hammer never clicks, pack back up clips
Slaughter all the competition when rippin a mortal man
And cut ya heads off, like only an immortal can.
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thats my reply above to all the haters out there
you can never kill me | | |
| oi sinfull striker hope u were not rappin it did not rym | | |
| i wasnt rapping you dumb fuck and annonamous that only took what a 3 weeks to make up yall all suck execpt me | | |
| hey scrape i recall you tryin to truise with switch and askin him to disss dilly dumplins man your such a bitch dissin a kid of 12 you a bitch | | |
| im the nigger that delivers the demons when im sinnin this is the begginin the first innin readin your rimes grinnin while my 22s spinnin man than yall i got a redder neck than me no ones better yet dark ryder the best among the proffesianal im gettin millions for you to know you have to use decimals and have no testicals im the best of all makin niggas get down and crawl | | |
| im dashin diners rollin with big tymers raps full of binders you belong in the minors i belong in the nationals all of your homies i got a casket full i rap amazinly movin so very magically my drug case has neverendin compassity | | |
| man your shit is somethin you need to extirminate i understand you and duskie get along thats cause fake mcs love to cammunicate it dont matter if for gay sex is soon or late man crips blast bloods continuously i rap brudely vilently im that nigga you try to be steady mobbin my thugs beside with me accomplish suacidly causin many niggas plenty of anxienty you all the same like siameese and stop trying to lie to me i can even get my message across silently | | |
| ima sweep you off your feet im so street my shit speaks its deep livin my life on concrete well i got ashanti up on me killin the finest gs buildin a loko dynasty i was gone for a lil bit but now im back to rime again with a pack of hinekin im gonna get you strung like a violin leavin you to dyin open im sour like citrus spitten any disses fuckin scrape mistress and poppin all you bitches | | |
| listin my technique is purely speadin rapidly ghetto ballin like master p im the one the streets turn to when they poppin glocks off the best is what ive fought off im cocky confident takin over a whole contanent and fuck annonamous im stickin up to alot of chips settin lyrical picks bustin more gats then the movie full clip scrape your rimes are all bullshit i like to pull kits im gonna show you skill scrape you duece like ja rule your overproduced im packin bullets in my boots | | |
| im out the one and only dark ryder | | |
| sinfull striker whats wrong with u bitch/i think u had too many smerm off drinks/come on bitch fight back/before i snap your neck back/oh u think ur great/pulled out my ak47 and blew 6 holes straight through your face/u fuckin losers are a disgrace/your whole fuckin race/ima plough staight through ur face/i think i just heard the bell/times up u goin straight to hell | | |
destroyer you have the worst rimes and worst name what is rong with you
when i arrived you never survived got your head deprived and acces denied dark ryder buy a disk and dont fuck with or youll need a phyciatrist | | |
i write with poison pen syringes
yall niggas couldnt be stars if you got thrown by chinese ninjas
i aint simese and dark ryder cant spell
im out this place is ful of bitches that think theyre ill
wake up muhfuka | | |
| destroyer you so burnable when you see a naked guy your dick goes vertical im the nigga than can put my dick where gun is you going to get punished this is a rampage let it start i put my dick in your like an atm to a credit card makin sure your body parts are set apart | | |
| duskie your shit is pure pop im smoke pop sniff crack lets battle you spit first i spit back | | |
| im takin a discription of my victim prescribin my own prescription i run as fast as pistons better keep your distance you lil mysfits so i made a typing error i still wake your out to put on make up | | |
| destroyer scrape and rap dont rime niether do back and back destroyer you a decoid go back to being a b-boy this is the wrong beef youve chosin i leave guts sluts dumb fuck fake thugs in the explosion im the chosen one you a randown wannabe bitch loves to snitch his mom is his only kiss im dark ryder with a sinfull bliss you be rimin like your six takin hits from clips | | |
| im clip loadin weed smokin writin pac like perfect paragraphs you a bitch now theres a fact your rime are historic slower than a tortus relax you aint a destroyer im as important as a a loyer in a court case you use your aunt mother brother in a four play the better rimes the more pay im a predater and your prey | | |
| im phycotic dress in all black just like a gothic | | |
im the nigga than can put my dick where gun is you going to get punished this is a rampage let it start i put my dick in your like an atm to a credit card makin sure your body parts are set apart
- comment by dark ryder on November 16, 2004 at 07:18pm
wat the fuk this shit doesnt even make sense nigga
i think you were trying to bite xzibit "my dicks like a visa i run it through and money come out"
but who knows | | |
Multiplicty, out huntin my clones
Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy Jones
My style pendergrass shoes: never touched the ground
My IQ so high it ain't no number it's a sound
I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackle
I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple
I'm so rare, battlin Duskie's like Africa:
Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really wanna go there
I'm hooked in leather, floored never
Create more tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put together
This to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of mine
You sound like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supply
With a war to survive I slaughter and mortify
Creating a torture guy be forced and falsified
And duplicated and authorised
I autograph a girl's bra, menage-a-trois
I dont want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois
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On everything that I love, I attack rap genres..
Fatter than Chaka Khan was
Duskie excederin verbal medicine sealed for tamperin
Consider me the Master P of God like Kirk Frank-lin
Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn they skin
Blast for laughs at Duskies actions
Skill is a blessin you cowards could only imagine
You ain't an X-Man like comic books,
you an ex-man like RuPaul
Run through y'all leave y'all stiffer than Ken dolls
You wanna start friction? Play Don and King and..
.. end up gettin f**ked like Ving Rhames in 'Pulp Fiction'
My rhymes hot they just might trigger the sprinkler system
Like freaks that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin
Now you gonna listen?! Or do I have to remind you?
I'll punch a hole through your chest
and give a pound to the man behind you
Killin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad invented murder
I rhyme til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converter
It's sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake one
There's so many gay rappers
they probably diss me cause I'm the straight one
Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair
With Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+
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| your only goot shit was an immitation of the greatest combind me /xzibit got more muscles than arnold swhartsanegger your only six pack is a giant kegger duskie you blank up your swears well i dont give a fuck bitch about the public i rock gold chains and sip on some propain no pain dark ryder wasnt involed with it spitten sick shit that well turn heads in a complete circles with my approach being purely controversal im performing acts of blood splattering high voltage hazards you are all fudge packers | | |
duskie spit one rime and ill spit back lets battle
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Don't call it a comeback...
I've been here for years
I'm like a record deal from Select ending anyone's career
But does anyone care? And did anyone dare try prepare ya?
I got the world hemmed up my daddy should've named me tailor
I'll scare ya' like I knock at the front door when the rents due
The true, lyrical O.G., shine's inevitable
Rhymes irrefutable digital decibels
Louder then Busta Rhymes wardrobe, and I've been foretold
Ain't a tough cat in your zip code, city or rural
Will I become immortal and make you a graffiti R.I.P. mural
Complete with artist rendering on how you used to be
proving you're mortal
Surrendering victory to me
Underneath flowers and candles from your friends and family
The walls are reminded you should've never fucked with me
I take it to your f-a-c-e but don't respond
Cus I'm the big dog, the world's a fire hydrant that I piss upon
360 degrees of unadulterated battle rhyme
You must be inebriated wanting to challenge mine
My distance is so accurate anytime laps cameras capture it
Tearing apart time's fabric, no exaggerate
Thirty five thousand Giga hard drives only could store half of it
That ain't the half of it, I spit the blood of Christ on a catholic
Lyrics specialist ain't this a bitch rip shit so effortless
Smoke method with Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists
Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this
So I curse like the Motto leaving them praying/preying like the mantis
Perform in front of Mormons 'til they banished up in piss
Start dramas between Amish 'til they turn to Blood and Crips
Go to war with four continents make Saddam turn protestant
George Bush's advisors like look at what your big mouth got us in
Give the world surgery
Resurrect ?Isaac Raveen? then mandate the extinction of all of Germany
Blanket the universe in darkness for all eternity
I'm like Vernon Jordan on the stand committing purgery
I'll resurrect Hannibal,
To show Italianos how African they are for thinking of us as animals
I'll resurrect Mussolini,
Piss in his hat and show him with all his tyranny
Armies and gases couldn't see me
Resurrect Idi Amin and Hitler
Then sit around exchanging war stories to show whose mind is sicker
And full of hatred, life ain't far cus if it was
Biggie would still be here and these wack rappers would be dead
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yeah your right you would be in a graveyard if biggie was here your shit makes no sence your just trying to use big words to confuse me you a notsi fake like erve gotti get popped buy methodman more times than fifty let me spit some real shit that was pretty good but i post things just as ill evry day lets battle ill spit first
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| hey how do you go from pure shit to good | | |
| if you had a bigger vocab the big words wouldnt confuse your little brain | | |
My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans
Because I recognize its all about timin
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science
In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward
Calculating May 5, 2005 the nine planets'll be in alignment
I'm known geographically and intergalactically
That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me
They even tried kidnappin me
And they would've snatched me
If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity
Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field
And that's really what caused Roswell
Undercover operatives workin for COM 12
Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal
Lyrically I'm off scale
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel
Briusin niggas, confusin niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds
Wack niggas wanna be down but its not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth
With the southpaw southern fist
I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip and get the Bubba shrimp
Back the tougher shit. What a wimp
You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling
I'm an experiment gone bad.
My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark ravin mad
Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast
When I throw the formula stashed in my hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts
Trained in chemical weapons class
Just to see how long a nigga's breath'll last
I put him in a leather mask
Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas
Then watch him grab his neck and gag
Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh
"You wanna battle?" is the type of question you should never ask
Nigga, pick a tougher task. See who the fuck'll last
Whoever lose'll get a solderin iron up the ass
You need to recognize
My hand is quicker than the eye
Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die
A nigga with a divine mind
I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames
Dividin myself into 100 ten times
You can't deny the offerin's an offer
Flows that glow with aurora's the spark of light
Water fly like a saucer
With the torque of a Porsche
Murder a million MCs then autograph all of their coffins
Been gettin it on since I been born and I'm a live long
And I'm a be gettin it on till I'm gone
I took an oath to rip everything I get on
A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes
In the wristbones from grippin microphones this long
I'm just a small fish in a big pond
And gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on
Nigga try to flip and get flipped on
My army march a million strong
Like the nation of Islam with suede timbs on
Extremely hostile
Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles
A lyrical lynch mob
Shittin on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on
Duckin down low like Vietnam fightin the Vietcong
Screamin "incomin" when I see a bomb
Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms
You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds
Plus 800,000 to even consider a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
And smash y'all. Attach y'all to the back of my horse
And drag y'all across the motherfuckin asphalt
9 out of 10 niggas is frauds
You know who you are always talkin about your bitches and your cars
Your jewelry and your girls. It's like we from two different worlds
You motherfuckers really get on my nerves
Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit
I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what PRINTS ACROSS 'EM
Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience
To barbecue your brain organs
You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven
I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit
The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit
I dare a motherfucker to cross it
I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin
Tell him it's important. Tell him to call Sting 3 way and sing a chorus
Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can't record it
Call the news, I'll kill your reporters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think
My shits gold cause my shit was the bomb, shit
Y'all niggas got your ass beat cause you asked for it
Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid
Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys
You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it
That's some sick shit homeboy
A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud
You fraudulent. Feminine. Fragile as a feather is
With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton
You think you're better than me, where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints
Battlin me you never win
You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in?
Nigga guess again
Cause after I'm finished wreckin this shit
I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henney and go fuck a lesbian
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what nigga
you wanna fuck with that you must be crazzzzzy | | |
Watch who you beef wid
Yea, it ain't no secret
Talkin that street shit'll get you in some deep shit
See, niggaz know who you beef wid,
Where you be at, when you be gone, when you be back
All of my niggaz got doctor degrees in thuggonometry
We all know how to hold the heat properly
And how to conduct an armed robbery for personal property
And can go without food or water for 24 hours at least
We fugitives, who ain't doin a bid, and shoot to live
Even if it means leavin you for dead
Cause niggaz like you get scared, look for loopholes
Pick the phone up and dial 9-uno-uno
I'm the god of war,
the resurrector of the horror-core
The carnivore, destroying you wasn't hard at all
I started raw, so the haters could see what could happen
I was Allah while the pagans were speaking in Latin
I'm the origin of science and math
I'm the origin of everything you trying to grasp
Been dying to ask if my crew is the real
Well I'll let you inside my mind and you decide how it feel
I'm dying to kill
And bring to you apocalypse
I start a lot beef with lots of guns and lots of clips
Fuck the head, I'm aimin right for your esophagus
Hang you from a hook then drink the blood your body drips
I got the power of the lead a fucking shotty spits
And leave you weaker than the mafia that's Gotti-less | | |
| if you had a bigger dick big tits wouldnt confuse you | | |
| my mom knew i was dangerous the minute in was born wanna fuck with me get your lips torn i make mcs scorn i walk down the block with my hand on my cock in my holsters im keepin glocks always clenchin chrome in my hood youd be better left at home all the real niggas tune in to the loko brodcast niggers gasp when i pass in the hummer escape vehicle that says alcatraz brakeout prisiner im a veteran you a visitor use to the sound of sirons drivin past my crib so i duck to my fellow crips 3 step program roll light and smoke the dope makin niggas choke im rackin in votes got more weapons than osoma you be duckin down when theres drama i got double barrells akas m 16s killin crack feens im shatterin your dreems rollin down blocks lookin for a foe to shoot up stoppin me good luyck i got the yankees makin niggers get down on there kneez baggin dark ryder please i take no mercy from enimies puttin in incredible documenteries crushin niggers like centapeeds | | |
| im causin suffication you doing inpersonations im performing operations affecting nations complicatin electritions exchangin dissins thru internet crossin roads to affect and intersections i dont ask quistions i make a dark ryder section fuckin up your intire complexion im spit so magical youd think i was a magician how my djs mixin hows hopin i pick em up i dont really give a fuck you virgin thats so easy to beat i offend you like you a vegetarian and im chewin on meat im so unique with a unbeatable technique | | |
| man im the future makin doggs get nuderd im a mass murderer heavily armed with weaponly unbelievable burgaler lookin at you bitches like who should murder first gettin hoes and makin sure i clench there thurst creepin in the dark depths completing full auto thefts you can compare to me like the yankees to the mets keepin victims as pets im not easy to entertain i keep guns knifes and a choke chane and usually a stash of cocain thrownin daggers on targets and scorin bullseyes my dick is way bigger than fullsize the inmates are runnin the asylum so its better than ever bringin the chettar i get a ride on by more chicks than a double decker niggers than me aint another better i take advantage on and injury the only reason anyone likes duskie or annonamous is sympithy got more niggers in a crew than a symphony killin you pinner gs gettin energy so im flowin kineticly | | |
| thers one for scrape,duskie and annonamous im out | | |
hey destroyer you fake ass bitch lets battle you never heard me rime lets go
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| strap me in a strait jacket im magic destroyer scrape shut the fuck up or ill put you in a casket im a livin legend comin to battle with extreme veangance i strike sinfully got rimes to infinity | | |
i spit from out the mandable
shits so hot its flammable
suckers are body slammable
tossing amatures like mechanical bulls
or any other anamatronic animal
sadistic fire long range ballistic missiles
at simplistic imbisiles with the clarity of panasonic digital pixiles
a cannabal of mammals a man who can rip you
and strip you like hannibal
complicated but when translated its understandable | | |
dark ryder you making no sense you so dense you need to check your self before i wreck your health
by the way wat the fuck do you mean
"if you had a bigger dick big tits wouldnt confuse you"
are you straight nigga | | |
annonamous i was downloading files and alot of them said annonamous the inzact way you spell it and i was listening to them and lots of your shit was on the songs man get your own shit
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| i pack my glock as soon as the suns up walkin around the ghetto with to guns up pull spot a cop and put away one of my glocks but keep it cocked niggers givin me props makin the main plot my shit is top knotch give a hobo a 100 dollar bill and pull my gun out of my pocket cause im ready to kill in my city we got hoes hoes crack feens ballers and there teams and cops with crispy cREAMS im an example of what bein a g means ya im strait you too late i got your homies faith and my desision is optinial i knock and belive me you dont wanna go when i knock one of you niggers down the rest fall like dominos and that be chillin on the coast | | |
| thats why you dont boast on my block cause your coffin will be a ziplock i give chicks hots orgasims gallore to a hot hor my guns garanteed satisfaction when theres ak action when im passin hoes know im the main attraction jewels flashin hurrasin and beat you punks shitless cause your sellin things people dont want like a jahova witness im the king and your sis is my sexy princess | | |
| shut the fuck up dark ryder now ima diss you, ashanti wasent rydin on you cause you got no boo, You say you coming back you a wannabe like mase, you wanna live longer then you better start saying grace, you just a punk thats aient got shit, fuck you dark ryder also fuck the crips, they aient got notin they just some pussy's that just talk shit, if i ever meet one on the street you gonna get rip, and what i mean by rip is R.I.P cause i kill them all like when you got a.i.d. omg bring on anouther rapper who am i batling next, dont tell me this the jamie kennedy show and its my time to get exed. Cause this guy aient a rapper his name came from a cartoon, you know that show when hes best friends with the moon, So get out of my face cause i ainet no dark ryder fan, By the way nobody watches ur show cause its at the same time as spider man | | |
actully it just says annoymous cause i didnt put a name in
there is a rapper called annoymous but he does not have my shit on any of his songs you fool
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We heavenly divine, thats why we steadily shine
and put a steel mic through a enemy spine
my voice got power like if ten of me rhyme
and gettin in my face means its weaponry time
look at you, studyin my every design
bangin this, listening to every rhyme
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I keep blunts of cest in between my jaws
I keep chunks of flesh in between my claws
Animal-like, rape a lady aphrodite
I watch people bleed to tease my appetite
Slice your mug, we hand and knife thugs
Thats so harcore, we banned from fight clubs
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| therse hundreds of crips and they all pack 2 guns each wanna challenge all thoes niggers go ahead and get killed faster than you can say help me | | |
| the watch spider man you fags i blow of both of your legs and watch your mom in porno mags i aint annimationm i just have a good immagination and scrap you cant rap so fuck off this is a battle station | | |
| scrap your rimes suck get away from rap for ever you fatass wannabe nutty professer i kill you if you dont entertain me like a king to a jester im pylin on pressure the crips splatter bloods hells angels and sand spyders i got an army of dark ryders my name in brochers and flyers got over 5 different drug suppliers lettin off many fires because the art inspires ive built empires killin liars fucked up with no manners an make sure there all completely innocent bystandars and if you need guns then you better believe i got all the answers | | |
yo you guys dont know what i was talkin abot when i said vannilla ice and mc hammer i also like cool curk and good rappers here i thought of this rime it took me alot of time to make listen
you suck you aint representin im repsentin yall arent hot your not hot you suck im the new member of shady records cause i make records yall arent gangsters your wanksters | | |
i make niggers beg on bent kneez please spair me life but i dont listen i make em pay a price thats very painfull walkin down the blocks with bullets going down my chest diagnol i make em taste bullets when they say they innocent i say bullshit rest my hand on the trigger for a second then pull it guns packed m 16 ak wrifle so i can stop and spray the wrifle on solid shot stop stop your false shit talk bullets fly like airplains but at a way faster
speed indeed make you pleed and pleed like shaheed murder your whole wak rapper breed | | |
| pleed and pleed yes but i left out bleed you noble steeds i pack bullets youpack beeds | | |
hey scrap i have to say by far that is the worst rap ive ever heard your using the same shitty rimes you use in evry rimes
destroyer wheres you battle rap because i shatter backs cause a very inpleasant not mention perminent life suspension no matter the entire settin this is an official armagedon your doing a good gay guy impression my rimes are interesting while your child mylesting | | |
| packin brass knuckles you rappers give me chuckles well im going thru struggles lettin off blunts the size of space shuddles hangin with me is trouble im still doing the hussle in the streets gettin muscle i do shit the average phyco wouldnt dream of we and weed got a connection i call it green love you lil faker ill take my gat and turn you into vapour | | |
| IM ONCE AGAIN OUT HENCE SPIT SOMETHIN | | |
Enhanced tactical fightin' machinery
Combattin' on army scenery
strategic-ly movin' my mics like Stratego
I generate graphics like Neo Geo
Flyin' science I incite riots try it's why it's
Violence at maximum levels
The difference of angels and devils
Rectangles and circles, techs fatal to murder
Next week I'm famous
Great as the latest wid the upper hand like four aces
In poker approachin' jokers loc I load and stroke the trigger
Thirty eight claibre bullets travel through barrels
rippin' through apparel parallel to where medics will sterile scapels
dwellin' swellin' organs of felons bullets obliterate melons, with ease
Police yell freeze, ease the gun down
Under the influence of trees alleyways I run down
Pantin' and handlin' mechanical weapons I'm brandishin'
Fleein' foreign in areas I camouflage to vanishin'
Release the dogs, sounds of hounds pound my eardrums
Here comes a fearful doberman poke him in his cerebrum
I'm almost free, around the tree I glance advancin'
slowly cautiously awkwardly while negotiators talk to me
To dark I see the light, but not the squad car
It's comin' from the sky bright green, what an odd star
The odds are I blast off barely a clip
But then I noticed the strange star was an alien ship
Just as the bullet grazed my temple, the ship shot out a beam
It was green and it paralyzed the whole SWAT team
Cops floated in the air and their weapons disassembled
I trembled for my metal but I'm frozen in the mental
Unaware that I was in control of the ships in the air
And how the cops turned if they ever returned
if their bodies burn like candles on a mantle in a urn
I forced 'em to learn I played God like George Burns
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| anomymous you sound alot like lyrical miracle | | |
| im high in the sky of the scnene of world war 3 with a chopper and im switchin on my def tone and im ready to fire shots at helicopters i got equitment attached to the side of the veahicle and in my back seat evrywhere in the chopper i pack heatmy homies in the back got a ak 47 in each hand and my army is wearin a loko wristband i press the landingbutton so im ready to take hell to the earth and evrybody knows someones gonna die when my gat burst im screamin at the top of my lungs in the battle scene im destroying niggas self a steem my army sets up for the ambush only one option and one thing in focus and thats that trigger you gotta push poppin off with your mouth well leave you where you left off in a hospital bed gettin your chest moshed for the record niggas that try to murder me get you in the cot gettin surgery | | |
| IM OUT FOR A LIL WHILE HENCE FOR FUCK SAKE SPIT SOMETHING | | |
| im back to lay down a rap pack a gat so i can snap gettin money an listening to shyne this world is mind im hard to find my find an alive monster like frankenstien when spit a line the seats recline i pick out and charge im burning you easy like carbs and spreadinly rApidly like sars toppin the bars get high as far stars drivin in lots of cars | | |
im the nigga kids immitate first i wait and then make wak rapper discinigrate into a grain of sand i aint playin man better start praying man and start payin bands to stick up to this and duskie your crazy you dont wanna fuck with this
im out | | |
i turn rappers to dust, burn rappers who bust
turn wax to cut, burn backs of sluts
earn stacks of bucks, learn raps to crush
you herb cats who touch the microphones i clutch
paragraphs vibe through your speaker box
making people stop on the streets to clock
like cops in front of reefer spots
im known for pulling mics apart like repair shops
and when you bump i never feel it like air shocks
im the hottest thing alive flame broiling spots
im foiling plots, my brainwaves boiling pots
at a temperature the burners on your stove cant match
i bust caps cause my heads way too big for hats
im gonna test your girls physical stamina
while im diggin and slammin her on the digital camera | | |
you couldnt soit if you were a virgin bitch who hates swallowing
leave you with fat lips like chicks getting collagen
defeating me is an impossible plan
i burn mcs like a tropical tan
because no obstacle can
stand in the way of one unstoppable man | | |
you couldnt spit if you were a virgin bitch who hates swallowing
leave you with fat lips like chicks getting collagen
defeating me is an impossible plan
i burn mcs like a tropical tan
because no obstacle can
stand in the way of one unstoppable man | | |
sinfull striker look at your own rap berfore you say somtin about other peoples rap, My nick name migth be scrap but dont mean i belong in the trash My rap so good 50 pays me money to to make a lyrical stash. I should be on 106 and park cause my raps are the best, I put so much stress on you you have to smoke a blunt threw your chest. You never gonna stop my cell, Im to fast you couldent even hit me with a shotgun shell. The only kinda girl he could get is a biker, Only because she so despret his small penis wouldent fright her. If she still dont want hell get an animal that looks just like her. When everyones making fun of you stop pretending like yall dont care, I leave you so trashed yeh have to sell dpe from yeh wheel chair.
Every time i go to clubs i show the my V.I.P
Just fro you to get antention you have to throw your self of the roof and land on your knees. You say you were checking my mom out in the madazine. You could never get a girl so just to make it feel more relistinc you rub yuor dick full of vacilene. You stay home all day just to finish your ryme cause at night you dont have enough time before your mom says bedtime.
Im out this bitch sinful fag aient got notin, And dont tell me if my shits hot or its not, Cause everyone knows your the one who should stop. | | |
you better watch wat you say like lip syncing in mirrors
quit thinking your near us, your not even a million miles close enough to hear us
i stand six feet back and spit these raps until the concrete streets crack
i simplfy just to pass it by the mass
and burn you like ants under a magnified glass
ya"ll are unerlings like the sevents of kings
while i form ciphers and patterns like saturns circular rings
its duskie my soul purpose stands to cripple
my verses tear through tissue like surface to air missiles
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yo my raps wak they call me dark ryder aka dick ryder
my rhymes are shit im just a nine year old kid rap writer
you can probably tell that i cant spell and that im not black
most of my shit dont make sense im dense and definately not phat | | |
| hey scrap you are without a doubt the gayyest faget ever to try to rap and lyrical miracle we all know your annonymous now srap give it up im out | | |
| im a gay fag who puts shit other other mcs identidy cause i have whatsoever i ride more dick than my mother my penis is so small the dr. thought i was a chick | | |
at least i can spell and make sense at the same time
you keep bringing these lame rhymes | | |
what makes you think im lyrical miracle
is it cause i can rhyme more than one syllable
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| im a gay fag who puts shit other other mcs identidy cause i have whatsoever i ride more dick than my mother my penis is so small the dr. thought i was a chick | | |
| sinfull striker you like a hore/always wantin more/i dont wanna kick your ass no more/your rap so poor/i got my desert eagle and killed him before he hit the floor/covered him in oil/and watched the bitch boil/put him in the car chopped him to bits/stopped by a club and felt some fit bitches tits/then i raped her/just before i aced her/her name was mel/fuck i was already goin to hell/i buried the bitches sinfull and mel/bye sinfull see you in hell | | |
| i admit im a gay fag and i can not rap worth shit and my favorite pop artist is mc hammer dammmmmmmm do i love him he is my idol hes where i get all my ill rymesand thats why im thew beststest in the bed the bed with men but the men are tiny because im tinyer than mc hammer my idol im also a fan of micheal jackson last night he was over for a sleep over and i woke up and the sheet were all wet and i had an empty sack and as did he the next night the cover were black where we went to sleep and whight when i woke up IT WAS HILLLLARIOUS And then the next night my mom walked in and his hand was on my nuts so she said can i play to we said yes and thats the way it was thats the way im such a total and complete fag and i suck at rapping | | |
| hey duskie stop pretending your me and battle me fag nuts | | |
sinfull striker should stop pretending to be the destroyer
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yo dick rider im off the hook
ya'll are just soft and shook
so dont start it
the meanest in adidas
make a genius look retarded
i got more raps
than cats got drug raps
slug caps
or gats on thug tracks
i need somebody to blast at
cuz i got the bomb set
like a vietnam vets flash back
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yo im jesus my right hand writes diseases
my left hand will strike and fight your weakness
im covered in blood where ever the feast is
find me covered in blood where ever police is
im covered in blood where ever ya niece is
im covered in mud from burying heaters
duskie fuck whoever duskie pleases
hit you in your chest til you dont even know what breathe is
we demons with bloodlust for heathens
born through a storm on a sea wid galileans
in cold regions, we rockin it well
and thats for every fucking time i drop in a 'tel
and thats for every fucking time im droppin' a shell
and thats for every fucking time i pop and you yell
mock you in hell you motherfuckers cant stop us
your more over hype than Eliom Gonsalez
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dont mean to boast but my flos tight
i could ghost write for the most hype
round of applause for dark ryder who rhymes shine with frankenstien
mind with find and find with recline and line
and back with rap, pack a gat and snap
your little act aint phat matter a fact thats wak
Critical the pinnacle of lyrically invincible
your pitiful epitomy of common minor syllables | | |
You couldn't burn me if you was a nerd with cd's
Couldnt burn me if you was a whore with v.d.'s
Mike Jordan couldn't burn me, if he ate his Wheaties
Paid off the referees, and broke both of my knees
I'm hot...
Even Lucifer would get on his knees
Beggin me please, to drop the heat a couple degrees
Fuck with me? PLEASE
I could get ya chick on video tape...
Naked, like Girls Gone Wild on Spring Break
I'm damagin, got more dark power than Annakin
Mannin' my cannons to shoot a cannonball
I'm slammin ya'll, thru the wall
talk about the weapon that ya brandishin?
I've heard it all before like Sunshine Anderson
Me without beef, is like a pervert with no porn
I icegrill like barbecues in a snow storm
My rappin' is hot, i'll put a crack in ya ice
my rap is precise, like the government with a trackin device
I hawk, spit... quick to shit talk
Ya'll could never see me, like Bloods that crip walk
Bullet fly by and give ya mullets a crew cut
My crew gets souped up, so put ya dukes up...
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| who the fuck took my name and said i were a gay fag come out bitch and face me it were u sinfull striker i know it was wasnt it? | | |
obviously his the only one that spells that badly
actually dick ryder is worst but he is much worse so it wouldnt have been him | | |
| ya i pretended i was gay ass wak destroyer but you pretend to be dark ryder | | |
| okay the dark ryder dick rider is worn out | | |
| i only pretended to be dick ryder cause he used my name to post his homosexual shit i dont know who started it | | |
Cats i've assaulted, call me the high exhaulted
the Duskie terrorist, their cleverest nemesis
I'll forever diss these cats, it's effortless
Sever their wrist, with this disc on the premises
muthafuckas
Journalists said there's none better
You weak creeps read it and weep like love letters
I bring malice
We smash ya palace
Weave past cats like Steve Nash in Dallas
I did ya man a favor by writin' his words
When he didn't have the money that my writin' is worth
Fuck with Duskie, you go right in a hearse
When you mention dope cats, Matty Ryan is first
Cuz I keep spittin' heat, till i'm dyin' of thirst
While you try rehearse, you better tighten your verse
DV crew... labels try to sign us at birth
Just knowin' we could be the finest rhymers on Earth
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I feel energetic enough to jettison right off the planet
Come back down to Earth and splash in the Atlantic
Deeper than Atlantis or navigating the Nautilus
Im aeronautic as NASA with data of astrologists
You can't swallow this I'll never be eaten
Defeated or beatin as long as I'm breathin I'm never retreatin
The street sweepin' heat seekin' beat freakin' deep bein'
Got you weak creeps fleeing if you caught sleepin'
I slaughter slice saute' slay dice mics
Display nice tight lyrics whenever I recite
I'll damage ya physical, whether minumum or maximum
Spinnin em and spittin at em till my raps flattin' em
Pluck platinum plaques from walls
And fuckin smash em into pieces so small
A microscope couldnt pack em in
I back em into corners with powerful forces
Devour their corpses and carve em with corkscrews
Force crews to lose when I nail em like horseshoes
Better pay dues cuz I spray dudes
Like Jeru's mind with rhymes so ahead of my time
8 planets rotate around the Earth instead of nine
Cuz I destroyed the Earth with a verse in the past
Which is now the present time so prepare for the blast
When it's all said and done all the emcee's are smashed
The DV crew land as the last in their class
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My new slang, burns thru ya brain like butane
I gotta Stronghold, like the top of the food chain
You turn from black to blue like a mood rang/(ring)
I'm hard to the muthafuckin' core when I do thangs
You wanna trip like you didn't tie ya shoe strangs
I'll have you holdin' ya face like bad tooth pains
I got a mansion that's bigger than Bruce Waynes
That's where me and ya girl bang like two gangs
I got a bigger bomb than Saddam Husseins
To try to life it's weight would take two cranes
I'm tryna see alotta CREAM like Wu-Tang
So I boost chains and stick up the number 2 train
I like menage trois, that means two dames
You stick chicks who rock thongs with poop stains
I'm bringin' pain cuz the DV crew reigns
While ya'll are still on the block rappin' for loose change | | |
this is to sinful striker and dark ryder
you aint rap writers you both pillow biters
so dont even try and fight this
and dont even try and bite this
im just politely showing you hoes you aint the tightest
my lyrics are the phattest yours are the lightest
you should quit like mase and become rightous
and i dont give a fuck, whether or not you like us | | |
I bet you two SUCK each others NUT SACKS
right before you FUCK each others BUTT CRACKS
yo FUCK THAT I dont want anything to do with YOU FAGS
my heads so large I use trash bags for DO-RAGS | | |
| When i spit flows, people come and sell out my shows. And when i sell out shows. I get know aorund all area codes. When the world turns i get spread like germs, Hear to much of me ill be coming out of your ass like worms. When i set off i blow as high as bomb. Listen to anyones cd. Im be the numba one song. When we battle ill go out in rage, when the two rappers hit only one will be left on the stage. When they both about to spit they make sure they ready, thinking of what to say well there hands get all sweaty. I only play to win. I get so hot when you touch me u get a blister under your skin , wanna hit with me you going down mister, by the way i fucked your sister.dont cry cause the tears coming down your eyes so fast it will be a surprise and when my flows get hot i rise, and when i rise ill be so high to touch the sky. when i finish youll be dead so i hope you find a girl and bread. my raps so good im outa your league. the only time i get burnt is on a cd rom. put anyone elese is just god dam wrong. | | |
yo when i spit flows my shit glows
i never hit hoes i just sip moe
i gotta sik hoe that likes to lick dick bro
and that shits pro like my whip yo
ho's yell out at sell out shows
and shows sell out when i yell out flows
i got the clubs pumping and the subs thumping
we got all the thugs jumping like they're drug munching | | |
yo when i spit flows my shit glows
i never hit hoes i just sip moe
i gotta sik hoe that likes to lick dick bro
and that shits pro like my whip yo
ho's yell out at sell out shows
and shows sell out when i yell out flows
i got the clubs pumping and the subs thumping
we got all the thugs jumping like they're drug munching | | |
my raps like crack, smack and hydroponic thai chronic
its hypnotic and phsycotic like a hip-hop narcotic
enter the original ex-criminal
i used to flip it analog but now im strictly digital | | |
I suggest you keep your distance
my death blow's inevitable, and your susceptible to physical injury
this music industry is full of shit
that's why I'm flipping dipping and diving
phoney executives to keep my wins consecutive
we also got a lot of actors who claim they bring the drama
the only time I'm getting laid out, is with your mama,
I drop fakers like drapes after beat downs
defeat clowns with street sounds neighbours tell me to keep the heat down in
this cheap town where fool's slip like cool chip this ain't no school trip
it's cruel shit like news clips crews strip Demi Moore style
watch me rip through fakes, cripple flakes, make non-believers do the triple
take,
I bomb crews without tom cruise on the mission i got pole position in competitions,
mama wishing they're stuck to fishing by Ricky's lake or Richard's bay
rhyming with Billy Ocean or Al B Sure
won't get you play by Joan's Rivers I clean clothes, lyrical mean pros
go against dream flows hope your team knows we get around like news vans
giving black and blues man, so who can?
touch the man with flavours like Toucan
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Yo, don't fight the heist if you treasure your life
Cus my trife is measured in nights
Out your wife at the edge of my knife
And it'll be my pleasure to slice
The bitch will be forever with Christ
Get hit twice with this real nice
Berretta device
Nickel playes to your North Face
Put feathers and flight
Let my lead strike and sever your life
Leaving you red and wet in the night
Head bite from infrared sight
Cock back, squeeze and let it ignite
Placing your body where the bedbugs bite
Baby you thug right?
A slug might, open your mug like
I'm checking your blood type
The drug life
We hop on a Rolls
Shopping for clothes
Rocking our foes
Put you in a coffin with the top of it closed
You know, put a fucking glock to your nose
Run up in your spot for the O's and blow
Shove cock in your hoe
You 'bout to blow
Nothing stopping the doe
Most popular flow
Like iceberg at the top of the globe
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| so you think you the only one who can yell out flows, but you can never find anyone in your shows, only about two people in the row watching what they should not do, you need your lil brother firends just to fill up your crew. You might be like tocan but havent you noticed that your colour is missing, the only dude you dissing is the one who be missing.You cant diss anyone straight to there face, if you do your parents proubly would know that your body was misplaced. Im not hating you but its you flow that got no flavor, Im doing you a favour just like a candy to your breath before you kiss a girl man thats a savour. so when i spit out my last flow just remember your shits lame when you leave the game you shoudlent go down in shame, remember nobody liked you , you had no fame. | | |
you only rhyming one word g
ill remind you cause i dont think you heard me
im critical the pinnacle of lyrically invincible
your pitiful epitomy of common minor syllables
your raps styles fragile stack you in the wak pile
nobody wants your shit like a used crack vile
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Rapping is FUCKING GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
| | |
my shits so dope its smuggled in satchets
I bash gays that see more butts than chain smokers ashtrays
im an urban thug slipping rhohypnal in ya boubon mug
I'll get a virgin drugged and fuck her on a persian rug
im legally insane im evil in the brain
my cerebral is pain i need a needle in the vein | | |
This is recreation, set your station, and get your place in
A comfy seat, pump this beat, Duskie will set the occasion,
For your entertainment I work hard on my flows,
This scene is full of falling MCs I wear hardhats to shows,
I got the shit to bomb MCs back to the Stone Age,
On stage, I’ll get you out your seat quicker than road rage,
When I’m on stage I might lose my breath,
Cos I got so much heart that there’s no room in my chest,
Left for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my rhymes like a hand around your neck,
Constricting your breathing like snakebites and beestings,
I’m all up in these arseholes faces like G-Strings,
Honest, if they ride the nuts I tell the get off me,
Cos I’m unstable like a cradle bridge, so don’t cross me,
I’m highly explosive; you’re a child playing with matches,
I break rappers you give hairline fractures,
I searched the world for opposition but I fear the
Only competition I found was in a mirror.
I take them all from beat jackers to backpackers,
With tracks fat as fuck, I ran amok on these wak rappers,
I can’t sing, yeah I can’t even hum a tune,
But I make this crowd bounce like bedsprings on a honeymoon
I move a crowd like stolen goods, so try and get a hold when,
You couldn’t move your shit with a diarrhoea tic colon,
I already told them, we are impassable, impossible,
The truth hurts; this rhyme will put you in hospital,
Break it down like a molecule, we burning like fossil fuel,
I’m something of a phenomenon - I’m phenomenal,
leave you torn, you couldn't battle me, with that lame rhyme
you couldn't come hard with 2 women at the same time
your rhymes are more average than ya girlfriends looks
and with a face like that i hope that girl can cook
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duskie you rock
annonymous your ok
scrap you suck | | |
seriously scrp
you should consider quitting
cause u lyrically suck | | |
You fuckers can't rhyme
You kuntz can't even tell the time | | |
you only rhyming one syllable
| | |
Duskie U Suck
Like Enron - no luck
You wish you could spell
Oh Please Oh do tell
You just prove the indie thought
Like all Rappers - U'r a Dumb Kunt
| | |
Duskie - child porn - you'll be reported
Duski - you fuck - you'll be deported | | |
| Duskie you suck you got notin even scrap spit better and hes younger than you. But you dumbkunts is right duskie you got no firends you proubly act like someone elese cause u got no back up so step back before you get smacked up | | |
outsider and udumkuntz
U FUCKING SUCK | | |
i got hotter rides than car flicks
you go up and down more than guitar picks
im so sick youd think i caught the flu
your like a rooster any cock ll do
im an example of exasist
kill anyone thats my nemisis
back up im venamous
and spit rimes for my own benefits
| | |
you aint real you just pretend to me
youll be known as a memory
im about to end it d
i say that with all serious
and youll flip out when you dont make the band like mysterious
| | |
I once had time on my hands, but now handling time,
Is coping with this life cycle and the mandatory grind,
My sanity’s fine, just falling short of stamina I’m,
Searching for some food for thought to feed this famine of mind,
And when I’m stagnant I rhyme, it helps the night turn to day,
I churn my way through this nine to five and urban decay,
Believe me it’s bleak, and though the city’s breaths in its sleep,
It’s just a paddock, ain’t no where a shepherds leading these sheep,
Now most prefer it covered up lie than the truth naked,
The truth is ugly like cellulite; please don’t publicly parade it,
I hate it but to escape it would be luck on fluke,
I feel like I’m a dope beat but I’m stuck on loop,
But that’s my life cycle; freedom means everything to me,
And face value’s got us believing everything we see,
So if our eyes tell us lies the truth is we’re blind,
So keep on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
I once had respect for this game, but now this game of respect,
Is sold to the highest bidder with some fame and a cheque,
Now any layman can get respect without breaking his neck,
Paying dues, time these crews started paying some debt,
It ain’t lights and cameras, personalities on set,
Distorting realities in their context,
With no originality concepts,
Who gives a fuck about a salary; this ain’t a popularity contest,
Cos hip hop ain’t faking for ends,
Hip-hop ain’t fading with trends,
It ain’t rich kids playing with pens,
It ain’t the clothes on your back, or the label on them,
It’s where you’re at, so I say it again,
It’s just my life cycle; music means everything to me,
It’s just a fashion show, nah; don’t believe everything you see,
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compared to me scrap your not hotter
i leave you full of bullets like the godfather
spraying my ak yellin bring the beef
and ill put your neck on a reef
here we go $uckas
ive earned respect by taking on the strongest competater
and your the prey of the strongest predater
compared to mde im way better bra
i take on scrap outsider and etcetera | | |
with a silver tongue im ill and kill for fun
and now im like channel 9 cause im still the one
kinda like a sky diver cause im a high flyer
my mic is something you shouldnt touch like a live wire
and if you do its gonna be a slug fest
and ill come out positive like my blood in a drug test
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duskie that was insane man you droppin bombs
| | |
wait duskie your spittin shit from lyrical
miracle your a good rapper but thats week | | |
who wants to battle
ill battle
scrap
annoymous
udumbkuntz
outsider | | |
| lyrical miracle is the greatest | | |
i know lyrical miracle how old are you?
im 22 and i'll battle any dude
cause im murderous and we holdin more heat than thermuses
wont be long till you see dv on tv
btw lyrical only put swollen lyrics up cause he wanted switch to see some mad lyrics
you see he was writing wak shit and i hung out with mad and prev when they toured a few months ago my mate is making a video and is using a couple of tracks of theirs with their permission of course | | |
i want a nimpho bimbo with blonde hair and blue eyes
some young dumb honey with an I.Q lower than her shoe size
cause i only date chicks with fake tits and shaved clits
has a pretty face, skinny waist and loves to take dicks
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a bottle of bacardi and i'll start the party tricks
with cali sticks martial arts and karati kicks
my barbie chicks suck and fuck all night
is the back of my truck alright
i'll cross the legs to make the slut more tight
alright now we cruising starting feuds and hanging dudes with nooses
never choose the looses
i only pick the best
i like chicks who lick the dick and chest
dick thick as a brick as I split the breast
im with models drinking bottles of malt whiskey
chilling, covered in twice as much ice as walt disney
now waltz with me well do the dance of the devil
battle stance enhanced you cant advance to my level
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my raps are topping charts
in battle im stopping hearts
in bed my cock is popping tarts
cause i get around like shopping carts
your raps stink like when im dropping farts
my flos are pro while yours stop 'n' start
im stocking parts for bazookas and rockets
when i cock it im shooting at your producers eye sockets
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i rhyme so many sylables that you fools cant count em
my rhymes pour out like water from a fountain
i got fans across the country duskie is who they're feeling
last time you had a fan it was spinning on the ceilling
you mother fukas claim you murder things
last time you had beef was when you went to burger king
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when i get physical or lyrical with syllables you end up deceased ya ho
then i'll cut out ya mind and combine with mine to increase my flo
My Grasp for rap is far beyond your arms reach
A bass-line in my veins, snare drum in my heart beat
Never start shit, tag my contracts with a sharpie
Get a car thief to hot wire cows if you wanna start beef
Trust me, you don't wanna be callin us out
We’ll do a diss record, press one copy and ship it to your house
You ingrate, my flow’s on tour, wanted in 10 states
Criminally insane, my brain cells got inmates
Don’t give a fuck if you like what I’m spittin or not
Hold ya piss in, like you got your dick in a knot
Givin me so many pounds I gain weight
It ain't safe, your small time rhymes cant offend me
You just wanna be big, like Shyne and Lil’ Penny
I went through many, hemminehumminefu
Damn, even when I’m mumbling, i’m nicer than you!
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In my historical oracle
I blast metaphorical
editorials educating
in my territorial get torn
heavily armed with seventy bombs
that'll blast devine like the heavenly song
Your men'll be gone
if they explore my deepest thoughts
i beat hearts in 2 then ask demons for chalk
I'm dreaming to stalk
MCees in the dark I walk
Blindfolded the minds golden
Watch how you talk
My styles is an art
Recognize lycially purity
All hell breaks loose like a mall with no security
The dopest vocalist
with my third eye, I focus with
I proceed, flow with the speed of an INDY motorist
There's more of this than wasted
Shiney chains and braclets
I hit tracks my toungue weighs
for the brains to blaze in
Amazin angelic, tell it to your people
but remember that were evil | | |
Battle me that'll be what splits you
Store enormous amounts of energy in a crystal
we boa constrict you
The gods are militant
You faggots couldn't go the length
like you was impotent, you ignorant
Your whole click is split in half
You step in allah's path, and face the lords wrath | | |
Intersections in real time
The unbroken circles and dimensions of the mind
the tie that binds
The eternal time that defines
The vanity of my insanity in due time
Will shine
Like the night seeds under the moon
The haunted corners of familiar rooms
Yet i'm consumed
With vanishing into thin air
The realization that this shit is my cross to bare
So where
Did I think I could run away to see
The people that decided to leave without asking me
But we
Decide to wait for happier tomorrows
And find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrows
but my distractions the books of paper that i've scrawled in
I'm eloquent as summer breeze and leaves just have fallen
I've crawled in a corner hoping all of this will end
With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge
I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins
I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends
As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture
Ability to endure contradiciton is a high sign of culture
Verbal sculptures, self defacing
It is not God or lunacy that I am facing
But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words
The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd
But I preferred
To walk away from all the feuds
To find my life is more confusing than a rubic's cube
So i'm subdued
and all my words are verbal prods
To live alone one must be an animal or a God
But it's official
All of my pain is clear as crystal
The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial
But I can hit you
And rest assured it's not my last words
I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya passwords
I get passed words and their ability to hurt you
Patience is a virtue and knowledge is a commercial
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
Lost among the miracles, I stand alone
And i've grown into a being that's sitting on top of throne
I've known
For many years that I would turn to rust
I find a reason for another breath
Before my return to dust
I become one with science and mathematic and the rising of the
sun
I'm numb
To all of those who blind and cannot see
The chastiser of the enemy
Perception requires duality
Inspect ya soul, the color of coal inside the body
I have hardly, come across them who's holy
Send them to the cheribem to control thee
Burning of the sun and frigidness of the cold
The battle field is new but the war is now old
You can never see the merest shadow of a halo
Above the head of evil jin who's deadly like tornado
The world has become an aquarium
Full of gaping fish with murderous smiles
I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in
Writing down murderous files
I who have nothing but the lack of variation
And I who have nothing but chains and suffocation | | |
duskie you are a bitch you spitting stuff you spat
when you first came here and stuff by liracle
AND BY JIN YOU WAKASS BITCH | | |
AND YOU KNOW LYRICAL MIRACLE
CUZ U R HIM | | |
youb a liar ou dont know prev and mad
and he stole lyrics cuz he ran out
JUST LIKE YOU LOL | | |
let me guess you know jin 2
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Listen to my dissin i know your attitude will be shitty
cause you just wanna be biggie more than p diddy
i suggest you invest in a vest and a tech while on sillytech
and protect ya neck like inspecta deck or youll whined up really wet
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yo you thought you could win here
like watching a porn flick with 6 chicks im the hardest in here | | |
get ome newlines bitch
usin the same old shit and
wheres your excuse for using
jin shit ha bitch | | |
you the wakest mother fucker on this site bitch
you aint got shit | | |
im not a rapper im a producer
and a critic | | |
| sinfull striker you suck dick scrap you alrihgt just need more sylibles but ur rhymes are funny duskie ur good to just dont say some gay stuff like ur raps hot though | | |
yo sick boy you aient notin to me
i kill you faster then the disease of H I V
You need a flame thower to make ur rap on fire
I blew your rank so bad that im making you retire
You know i got the shit and i definitly pack it
I put you so high in the sky and drop you without a flight jacket
so before i go i just got to say one last phrase
your a fag got no friends and you should leave the game like mase
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If you want to know what a real pussy feels like,
stand in the corner and hug your self real tight,
you aint millitant so how could you take aim,
at a man quick enough to dodge a bullet a point blank range,
ive said this before and im a say it again,
id rather write with a knife and stab your ass with a pen,
mr 9 double m snuff real vandalous
i dont puff weed but i could still smoke cannabis,
you couldnt release dope shit even if you ate a kilo,
bitches know my steelo screaming out puerto rico, | | |
i dont rap and u shouldnt duskie
i h8 u but your the illest mc this sites ever seen
even tho u stole jin and lyrical miracle verse
6 boy is alright i got a rap wate | | |
scraps wack carries around a pink knap sack
betta glock ya hips cuz i pop the clips and bring death like the appocalypse whatever a male hooker makes
scrap says he can top the tips | | |
fuck outsider hes
a mouth rider
im all about sider
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yall like hey annoynamous
you cant rime more than one syllable
cuz
you write it complicated in the middle
and then simple riming | | |
they are called internal rhymes when you "write it complicated in the middle"
and I can rhyme 8 syllables if you want, is that enough.
Im terribly beating you faggots
tearing your meat into fragments
been eating rappers like teranchulars feeding habbits | | |
you should check out cassidy, supernatural and juice
those cats are fully sick as is chino xl gotta give him props too
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what do you mean thats big pun??
Big Pun is one of the best ever where are you going with this??? | | |
grim pain it insane how lame you are. Whats wrong with pun wont say it to his face but say it in the net cause none knows where we can trace you down hit you around smack you up and watch you hit the ground. cause grim u a fag when i spit i leave u in pain i put the tech to ur face and watch ur white t get stianed. Duskie knows what rappers are hot and you i guess not. You will never get the title for heaven sakes u like touching little boys micheal jacksons ur idle. When im going out all the girls hand me more jin you shouldent even be here u dad just couldent aford a trojen. So when i spit in the mic the master is me yall be knowing step to me anyone and ill be destroying. Cause im stoping you from a ride cause you to short step to me and u'll be shot in New Yoorkkk
yo im here and i aient no fake send me a real rapper thatwont be droped a sent to heavens gate duskie u real grim pain you not hollah back duskie and grim u wanna battle tell me peace | | |
he spat big pun u stupid fuck
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Im comitting crimes with hidden nines.
sipping wine, sniffing lines and busting written rhymes.
Im packing the chrome and cracking ya dome.
Im ransaking ya home with more force than the attack of the clones.
after stacking a cone im grabbing the shotgun.
till cops come im busting shots like drops of hot cum.
yeah that was kinda wak but all I could be bothered to write sorry | | |
which line was puns and who said it????
it wasnt me if thats wat your thinking and i cant find any other pun lines anywhere | | |
sometimes I think you diss just to see who reacts.
you cats aren't ill your all just hypocondriacs.
your getting served like its a service thats why yall nervous
your worthless purpose aint worth dirt on this earths surface | | |
Yo...what you thought punk, shit was sweet, now you can't sleep
Gotta keep ya eyes open wide and hide ya face from the streets
I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from alarmin'
Gave you fair warnin' now you on the stairs swallin'
I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack 'em in the mouth
Throw 'em in the yoke, BOOM!, then I knock 'em out
No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files 20-shot auto glock, BLAAOW!
Benny blind Puerto Rock style
Wit' a twist of black in the brow, twist ya cap and I'm out
Sleep wit' the fish-dips for yappin' too loud
What's happenin' now? Niggaz is hard as hell but they Gargamels
Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill
My squad is real and holds it down the hardest regardless
Besides of the largest, we polish the floor
with the rawest hardcore artists
Flawless victory you niggaz can't do shit to me
Physically lyrically hypothetically realistically
I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck, catch you when you cash your check
Smash you when you pass then jack you for your fuckin' Lex
Nothin' less than the best if the squad did it
Hard-headed niggaz better beware and fear like God said it
Ay-yo I warned you, now all niggaz could do is mourn you
I'm born to kill and still thrilled, I put it on you
There's no regrets, remorse, only results and loneliness
Only the strong survivors strive through life as warriors
All of us die, some of us kill, even massacred
Who wanna try? Punisher will if you ask for it
I'm hazardous for your health and hell's your next stop
For real my shit's cocked the world has just stopped...
(pause)
I'm not the one you should be underestimatin'
Come test your fate an' I guarantee I'll be under investigation
You can't handle the whole, I'll slam you on your skull
Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe, ya never know
However tho' I still hold the title
When all my rivals the chance to dance who missed the homicidal
Hand on the bible I swear to defend my crown
I've been around since forever and never let it touch the ground
Don't fuck around and catch a rude awakenin'
My crew's basically waitin' patiently for you to move your patrons in
Then we'll surround you, form Desert Storm and pound you
Look around you, Terror Squad's everywhere like Soundview
The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we?
The foundation, you're facin' a whole army...
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| thats one of the illest pun songs. but why did you dog it??? | | |
were the fine line between einstein and jack the ripper.
the way we react to liquor crash parties and attack the stripper.
Im homicidal and Ill jump ya for your jumper.
Ill slice your vitals and then Ill dump ya in the dumpster. | | |
yo duskie you insane its lame how you got rappers who cant step to this shit
instead they pussys back down do anything to you even wanna suck ur dick.
what im repersenting is montreal to the fullest step to me and get shot cause gats i pull it
No one wants beef when they step to my face
i have them running so fast like its million dollar race
ODB rest in peice it shouldent of been you it should of been grim pain cause the only pain he bring is right to are ears amyone sign him will put the world in tears who you think you battling cause im the doppest mc nobody likes you even your moms voting for me. cause on the other hand you aietn unknow or duskie cause your money aient fat enough to fit in a rubber band
you get droped and sent right to god
hell even tell you you picked the wrong thing rapping wasent ur job. casue u a fake got noone to back you up come step to be and your ass get fucked up
but not by my dick cause im not gay im straight give you one last chance to battle me before you get sent to heavens gate oops to late.
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| no diss to duskie cause we chill if it sounds like one its not its to grim pain u knwothe one thats lame | | |
you should try to rhyme at least two syllables, shits so much iller that way
Im gonna stick my asic's so far up you anus.
that the lases get caught in your braces.
you aint basement your locked in the cellar.
and you aint saying shit like a hellen keller acapella.
im on a quest to be the best M.C
living recklessly on X.T.C
no one can step to me or come next to me
oh exept the chick having sex with me
rubbing and tonguing me till i come in her face
i know shes loving the taste
and shes got me busting up in the place
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wtf thats big pun duskies a bitch i didnt post that u lying wak faget admit it your scared so u cheat i havent been on fuck u
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| thats canibus duskie fag run out of lines unknown suitable name cuz your whole career your gonna be UNKNOWN little bitch ass cum guzzling fag duskie | | |
which line of puns did i post?????
write it so i know cause i dont know what the fuk your on about | | |
you may be black but your crazy wak
well blast you out the atmosphere with eighty gats
a real nigga wouldnt spell it with an "e.r"
listen senorita you dont wont to end up in E.R
just pretend you never heard of me or youll end up in emergency
needing extensive and expensive cosmetic and prostetic surgery | | |
grim pain better tuck in his chain
cause im fucking insane and im fucking his dame
i got the force that could knock a sumo wrestler down
professional sound thats puttin rappers flesh in the ground
scared of candid-cameras for planting a bomb
but taking shots with mechanical cannons in my arm
im a verbal-tec battle mech ready to flex
you step to me next you get metal mechetes to necks
then i slice jugular veins crushing ya frame
till the pressure from ya skull plates bustin ya brain
im the type that spit and make you say thats fucking insane
and when your not paying attention ill be touching ya dame
i could make your whole squads frames bust into flames
so why you speaking on my name you got nuthin to gain
except for two black eyes a broke jaw and broke nose
i hope foes know i got nothing but dope flos
im spitting perfectly verbally
im eternally as intricate as surgery and fixin broken circuitry
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thanks
but did you actually post that comment
seems like a bit of turn around in attitude | | |
yo check it im a killah a condom fillah
bitches want me cause im totally iller
cause when i spit flows, it puts you in pain
like a gat to ur face watching your white t get stained
cause im damenging your frame youll end up needing a cane
and i kill your cells like weed to your brain
my flows are insane and yours are just lame
im not only fucking you up im fucking your dame
so when it comes to this game im going down in fame
and the only place you going is down in shame
so remember one fact about my name scrapster
take away the sc an let it say # 1 rapster
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that was a poor attempt of dogging my rhyme
"fucking your dame" doesnt really rhyme with "yours are just lame"
i rhymed fucking insane with tuck in ya chain, nothing to gain bust into flames jugular veins crushing ya frames bust in ya brains etc...
i actually rhymed all four syllables
you dogged the last word of each rhyme and it was still wak
i guess my flows are insane and yours are just lame | | |
you wanna hear me flo well here we go
my theorys you appear to be really slow
your nearly pro your close but so far
but you got no flo so still theres no cigar
my rhymes are out of this world like extraterestrials
and i never leave home without a tech next to my testical
beating me is harder than freestyling while you beat box
fuk reeboks ill sit in the treetops like e-woks n rap till the beat stops | | |
yo check it duskie i dont got beef with you cause im the numba one rapster
i just got beef with you cause you not a mc you a wangsta
and the only bitch thats getting next to you
is your mother tucking you in for bed blowing a kiss to you
cause yeh u a gangsta you come stay out at night
nah you a wangsta only come out in that day light
i never ment beef with you so why u say shit
grim pain was the one you wanted so make up ur mind bitch
but when it comes to me and you on xtc
you better belive ill pop you one if you try and get next to me
cause grim pain showed me who was illah
and the only condom you filling is the one cause you dont wanna get cum on ur finga
you to ur mother might be her number one man
but how does it feel for your best friend to be ur hand
im out but duskie got notin against you ur raps ill i wasent copying ur rap i was just remixing it rap up there is notin just a lil joke cause i was out notin to say | | |
oh one thing you were joking bout being #1 right
cause it would be funny if you were serious
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if you dont diss me i got no beef with anyone
just have respect for my rhymes and my skills
and if you dont remember i can rhyme anything with many things so watch out | | |
| i got nothing against you my only problem is grimpain yeh so no beef but anyone could be number 1 depends on what number 1 ur looking fro freestyle written shit like that but yeh grim pain say shit back where ever u are or if ur only aloud to write on weekends | | |
| nice duskie so u didnt post that scrapster u wak | | |
im gonna watch this blazor fade that couldnt move the croud with 2 gats and a razor blade midevil weaponry with loko evil repping g
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fuck you grimpain show me wht u got pussy ass bitch
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hey grim pain what do you mean nice duskie so you didnt post that????????????????????????????
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| duckie griom pain is gay he dont know what hes talking about | | |
i mean your rimes were ill and u didnt post the big pun rap or did u
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hey scrapster im kamakazze bite off your head your ozzy insanity braking loose pandumonium striking from a distance eliminate your exscistance dont try grims resistance ill order in the sonics and tazor electronics while your with your mom using phonix
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no i wouldnt bother hey
that and no.3 off capital punishment are fucking fat though hey
the flo on no.3 is bull shit the way its structured so perfectly i still spin out when i listen to it so bullshit | | |
hey check this
duskie doesnt freestyle fuk that
id rather put a gun to ya back nigga fuk rap
crusify you with a thousand thumb tacs
you dumb cats are dumb wak heres your fuking tongue back
ill put a gun to ya tummy
and leave you stiffer than a manakin.....dummy
you couldnt kick verses if you played soccer..... with a bible
so you wanna fight? dont entice me to slice ya vitals
you could get snuffed for fuking with me
have cops putting up tape saying theres nothing to see
rappers are getting waked thru a lack of respect
cause yall couldnt get signed if you were the back of a check
it obvious you little sucker mother fukers copy this
like my styles are files you fakes saved to floppy disc
(why do they even try?) i havent got the foggiest
but i turn fags into punching bags rocky hits
or some mr miargy shit split you with karate kicks
drag you thru the pits beating you with fuking hockey sticks
what do yall reckon | | |
battle me and ill bring evil to your cathedral
cause i like to fight and hang people from the steeple
| | |
i got little kids sitting in class fiddling didnt take their ritalin
duskie rolls more than michelin
ill finish this lata to be continued | | |
is it just me or its only us 3 o this now
lol | | |
| duskie nice rimes scrapster u wak i was in a hurry when i wrote my shit | | |
| i like rap, rap is kool, makes me wanna act a fool | | |
fuck rappers??? fuck you mother fucker
dont make me cut ya then drop ya with an upper cutter
you could never ever beat of defeat me
your thru you should do a U turn an retreat G
cause im dropping data that could make a pentium break
and dick that could make a veteran lesbian straight
if i aint sticking ya mom then im fuking ya wife
if it aint weed in my blunt then its dust in my pipe
if it aint slugs in my gun then its blood on my knife
well jump in a fight put you to sleep now you just a cousin of life
so fuk off give up and get out of here
while i kick back with a six pack and down a beer | | |
dressed to impress with a vest an tuxedo
my foes are ho's skating on thin ice like steveo
im destuctive when i lay waste or spray mase
i dont believe in god so i never pray or say grace
when i play with my knife you pay with your life
then ill steal your identity and stay with your wife
im bold and reckless i stole ya golden necklass
i had no cornflakes so i ate the bowl for breakfast
my crew is gonna bring the pain like wu tang clan
all my troops are fuit loops and im tucan sam | | |
this verse was loosly based on a screen play
my rhymes will control ya mind like jean gray
you dumb cunts are just a bunch of punks like green day
its extremely obscene how you fiends are so keen for the green hay
i cant remember the last few lines
i just made up that last line then
i had heaps more lines in my head when i thought of the rhyme originally
and they were fucking ill to compared to that
my memory is blank always the way
it may come to me lata
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| ill go punch for punch till i make your team pay | | |
this verse was loosly based on a screen play
my rhymes will control ya mind like jean gray
your just a bunch of punks like green day
ill go punch for punch and make your team pay | | |
i wanna hear some one drop a hot verse
if you wanna battle show me what ya got first
then ill finish you off
like you tried to play tiger woods at miniture golf
the minute you lost
is the minute you crossed the first tee
verse me and and ill show you no one can lyrically hurt me
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| sick rimes fuck rappers u fagget | | |
you couldnt battle me with that lame rhyme
you couldnt come hard with two women at the same time
i never say whats on my mind anyway
cause ideas are like cars they get stollen everyday | | |
i tested and tested you didnt crack the next solution is
EXCECUTION they tried to thro me in a mentitution im grim pain the rime deliver and run a big job like the trailer park with a TINY RIVER and with rimes able to pull out your SLIMY LIVER | | |
Cats say they strapped like they ready to blast
Realistically they strapped meaning needing some cash
Claim you rep and keep it real
But when I spit ill you feel like a fifth wheel
I rip steel kids peel like burnt skin
Many tried to copy service but werent him
Somethin bout the way I use breaks and loops
Take snakes make 'em into boots
Break up groups like cash issues
Tomahawk cruise missiles rip through your tissue endin your life
Them is some nice flowers that Im sendin your wife
Attemptin to fight pointless like a bendable knife
Comin at me sideways thats a crab move
That's how crabs move bad move
I am hip-hop so if I ever bite a line
Im only takin back whats rightfully mine
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| service is another name i use | | |
Cats ice grillin' me fuk em' I buck em' verbally
Lookin' for a reason as Im breezing by security
With no one searching me its like Im greasing their palm
Taking with me my Koran and my belief in Islam
Storing a light tool thats more than a knife fool
And an aviation book from a Florida flight school
But I couldnt give a fuk about taking off or landing
What I really need to know is how to hit this building
How to kill American men women and children
How to take the life of every innocent civilian
Ready to fly but am I ready to die?
Am I promised everything that I want on the other side?
8:03 Im up in terminal C, Logan airport where Im supposed to be
I see the man reppin' Massport checking passports
"Have a nice flight sir"
This is our chance he never took a second glance
Am I ready to advance or am I in a trance?
The past 30 years of my life have been in camps
Trained to kill in Allahs name in will
Livin' in this cell and the state paid the bill
Boarding the plane my brains borderline insane
Train of thought out of wack as I creep around the back of the jet
My forehead sweats I keep praying
Thinking to myself my next life brings wealth
Cause this one is nothing but a bump in the road
And Ill be going to a better place if something explode
As I look around the craft and the plane gets gone
I lock eyes with my partners and know that its on
Am I ready to die for a God Ive never seen?
Ready to die for an idea or dream
And Im looking at life through a wider scope
Trying to cope as my man slice the pilots throat
The plan takes effect and my heart fills with fright
Plus these strippers last night had me thinking life is alright
I take a look around and see all types of faces
Men with suitcases little girls with braces
All kinds of races panicking ofcourse
The plane changes course aimed at the source
Were a dangerous force but did I really say we
Dont have the feeling that Allah is really with me
I heard a Christian man state that hes afraid of death
If he had faith left hed be waiting with baited breath kid
Now I question my objective cause Im looking at it from a scientific perspective
The same Christian man that was questioning himself is telling me that I will burn in hell
I told him well thats the very place that we dwell
besides the only thing burning is my shell
I rebel against the United States and Israel
Killing citadels filled with infidels
Time tells speaking to this man I realize Im pure evil
Believing all the hideous lies the people feed to you
In fact I can feel my skin crack
Im fading to black cause I brace for impact
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Im doing this with a mate
he gives me a word, I'll say what pops in my mind
Okay
cell - phone or prison? Duskie - vocalism
Freestyle - old tradition, Mass Ave. - Pole Position
Dirtbag - Choppahead, Trev-ski - knock 'em dead
Big Truth - knuckle up, Jedi Mind - fuk you up
Diesel - buttonfly, Kool Keith - Russian spy
No breasts - no Es, hope chest - slow death
Is this a joke? Hell no, Kangaroos - velcro
Fat lace - shelltoe, Spud Webb - Elmo?
Letterman - great host, Moltar - Space Ghost
Applebee's - tastes gross, lap dance - pesos
Kid Rock - white trash, Limp Bizkit - don't ask
Handgun - under stress, LSD - Hunter S.
Brain - tumor, suede - Puma
Natalie - true, Liv Tyler - rumor
Lionel - my man, weapon - mic stand
Moogoo - gai-pain? Essex - fried clams
Sample - truncate, 45 - drum break
Wrestling - dumb fake, rent money - month late
Aguilera - lame slut, Cameo - Kane's cut
Lance Rivera - shanked up, Rawkus Records - bankrupt
Tom Cruise - Ray-Ban, Elton John - gay man
Backpack - wack flow, fur coat - Fat Joe
Farrakhan - Nation, mad soul - Haitian
A title, for this? Word Association
Tiger - Chung Lee, Crocodile - Dundee
Big pimp - Rocky B, hook shots - from three
Rebel A - old crew, nerd rap - tofu
Richard Lewis - Boku, where is he? No clue
Groupies - free throws, Aria - meet hoes
Chinatown - peep shows, Tellos - umm, cheap clothes
Pedophile - pulpit, De La - cool skit
How do you feel about this exam? I think it's bullshit!
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| yall a bunch of supid messed up rappers repating yo selfves | | |
| who gives a shyt who u reprezent or were your from-if yall fuck with me ill make your bitch choke in my cum-only pussys fight with a weapon or a gun-i am da soldier from da darkness of one ill die in anystyle even with a smyle cuz my life was based on da devils file -i spit and cough westnile-i appear in da room and evaporate in da darkness shadow- i whisper da death to your naME and leave you dead under neath your bed and soul on your moms head with red thread ah shyt i forgot shes already eating your balls in her home made bread-i do ryhm like a pussy thats ok cuz i could get worser and dontcha dare try to push me-yall just a bunch of whimps pushing a wussy-yes my mind could get worser cuz i believe that my mind iz getting poisoned go ahead bring your boyz in i could get rotten i was always forgotten i am bleeding rottless dontcha dare say anything else cuz u welll be fingering your self -damn im running outta time oh yeah dont crosss my line illl be back an put yea back in da jar and leave you a scar and rape yo bitch in your own car and leave her naked far uhhhhh ahhhh rooooaaarrrrr fucking whore get da fuck outtta my face you fucking fagget back da fuck away or yalll get murdered with an ak oh yeah iim vkaye only pusssied popped sluttty homos got balls to say what they want to say before you battle me u better pray | | |
you do rhyme like a pussy now get off me
cause im unstable like a cradle bridge so dont cross me
try and rhyme two words and learn to spell as well
cause your shit makes less sense/cents than a homeless bum | | |
Theres a lot of cats out there thats doin this now
And a lot of cats out there that threw in the towel
Some are new to the style so they take time to learn
Other cats want to burn they cant be concerned
With the time it takes rhyme it takes so they violate
Grab a pen begin to gather men
Form a crew of new jacks that never knew jack
That never knew rap that never knew the old boom bap
Made the track theyre illegit theyre counterfeit
Theyre snare sounds like a kick
Youre full of shit you aint been doin this long
Im fresh Grandmaster Caz said it best:
"You cant buy a mic at a quarter to 2
And be a real MC before the day is through"
Rap today is a circus underground or surface
So why you're doin this kid whats the soul purpose
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It’s a comedy festival all these mc's are so unintelligible
I can’t work out if they have peas for brains or they’re just vegetables
And that’s as pathetic as me being anorexic
I’ll do damage like a paraletic paramedic with no anaesthetic
If you battle you'll get tackled and grappled
Shot with the shotty we're not from the big apple
Take your vest off and get lost you'll never be the best off
I'll make you suffer mother fuker like victims of asbestos.
It's DV mother fuker making the news on TV
And your the little sucker getting abused on CD | | |
I aint lost shit
whatyou on about now | | |
Jeff:
All star quarterback, varsity letter, I drive a Jetta
A popular kid, my parents give me all my cheddar
Plus I date Heather, the flyest girl in our school
I got a very large house, with an inground pool
I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich...
Pompous and arrogant, makin' fun of nerd clicks
You motherfukin' freaks and geeks are dumb
With ya painted white face, and pierced nose and tongue
I pass my classes with ease and get an "A"
Cheatin. cuz if I don't pass, I don't play
I'll shove you in ya locker and I'll get in ya face
Put you in ya place, cuz you fukin nerds are a waste of air
Black clothes, blank stare, died hair
You could die tommorow and nobody would care
I'll push you on the floor when all the halls are crowded
But you're just a wimp, whatchu gonna do about it?
Girl:
Four years of high school, I can't believe its here
My senior year, waitin for the crowd to cheer, at graduation
I haven't decided my occupation, but my major at college is gonna be
communications
I'm nice to everybody in school, whether cool, or uncool. I'm neutral...
An outstanding pupil, like my teachers say
I never missed a single day
Always on the honor roll, never less than an "A"
I help jocks with their grades, even that jerk Jeff
Who's an ass, but never woulda passed class with an "F"
Kids he picks on are smarter then him, and smaller than him
Never larger or taller than him
But this one kid, named Jay.
That jeff calls gay, and beats up, doesn't look very normal today
So I give a little smile and he gives one back
Then he walks by and reaches into his napsack
I feel like I wanna run, but my whole body's stunned
I can't believe it, but Jay's got a ..
Jay:
My name is Jason, a real big fan of death
I sit back thinkin' of Jeff and I take a deep breath
How'd I'd love to fire 30 slugs into his chest, till nothin' is left
I'm always frustrated with stress, I want respect
Back when I was 6 I'd dissect insects, and spray house pets with Windex
I'm Beelzebub on drugs
The intellect of a David Berkowitz, roamin' on the internet
I'm sick of gettin pushed around and bein' clowned
When I'm the most powerful evil being in town
I wake up at 5:30 and stare into space
Walk into my parents room and shoot 'em both in the face
Take a shower get dressed load my weapon for school
Walk thru the hall, step over the large blood pool
On the bus with a semi-automatic in knapsack
Smile on my face, as I sit in the back
Then I step into the building and I almost feel invincible
Wave to the nurse, say hi to the principal
Walk to to my locker, everything seems slow...
Then I see Jeff. and here we go....
Weapons out the bag, people stop speakin', girls shreikin'
I start shootin' rounds till Jeff's chest is bleedin'
His head explodes then I start to reload
Nobody can hurt me now, cuz I'm in murder mode
Fire at everybody that's directly in my sight
But layin' on the ground is somebody that I like
This girl who I've known, who's always nice and talks to me
Crawls to me, coughin' up blood and awkwardly
Whispers two words right before her head dropped
She opened up her mouth and said. "please. stop"
I could never begin to describe the way I felt
I dropped to my knees, turned the gun on myself
And pulled the trigger.
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I exit out of my sarcophagus
Fourth Horseman of the apocaplyse
For my esophagus breathes evil that just demolishes
Abolishes, to the darkness of Mephastophales
Mental enteral that went through an ancient acropolis
Conquered this, from a fetus to genius
Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and cloned Jesus
Merciless leaders, the 19th galaxy
Born to a storm on the seas of Gallilee
Battle me and suffer with blasts from my apostles
Leave you in shackles in the castle of Nosferatu
I will cost you and mortals cause contusions
Duskie is known for placing poison in Christian communion
Slash, with the actions of ultra-violence
Crucifixions, in diction by Pontius Pilate
I walk naked in the house of David with pride
Force you to bleed just to make sure that you're still alive
Crystallize, we keep it live, y'all can't see me
Banish satanic verses like Ayatollah Komeini
I break in half, setting staff with ancient math
I wait and laugh, create a fuking blood bath
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fuck a barrel ill dive off niagra
im harder than ya grandpa on a heap of heap of viagra
im rockin ya mind every time im dropping a rhyme
even the end of rhymes are top of the line
im leaving hymens broken and vaginas open
when my rhymes are spoken the lines are smoken
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| duskie every lines nice man u should get a deal | | |
I carry a gat, so don't try to hit me up for my stack/ cause you'll get clapped with the mack, and taxed for your jacket
I walk the block with a strut, make fiends scurry at night/ have cops at your moms house asking if her son should be burried or fried
I come from a family of warriors so if u dont want beef dont start it/ people commit murders for me, i just point at targets
step to this and your body will be far from home/
im dangerous like a pack of marlboros
cuz i aint affraid to commit some fellonies/
wanna cook some beef? i got all the recipies
so after i kill ya whos gonna come next/
cause you can back down or ill put 17 in ur chest
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check it im a balla yous a skatea, Im a playa you a hator girls to you be like gators and c yeh lator
my flows are as crazy as the neptunes beats
bitches step back caus eim packing the heat
grim pain is like a little girl the way he be talking
he be like r kelly 12 year olds he be stalking
so you think you all gangsta just because you spit shit, BUt you got no back up who yhe riding wit.
cause ill always be bigger even if you flex, lets get this over with cause i wanna know who im batling next, the only thing you be beating is somtin that give you loation, no ones feeling you caus you got no motion, You just like a 5 year old with some shit in ur pants, shoot at ur feet and watch you do a silly dance. Cause i want someone real to step to me not some fake ass dogg, I might be always rocking the number one spot but cock is ur job | | |
hahahahahaha
i know you dont still think you number | | |
Check it i know im number if its you a just me,
ill murder so hard so step back trust me,
You just a bitch that trying to be cool but no body wants you, I can smeel your crap from 5 miles like you pepi le pu, You proubly some fat bitch that works on this shit for days, all my shit is made up in seconds and belive me when i say, If i ever met you face to face i would pop you one so fast, you a gay bitch thats uses his dick to box with peoples ass, Im like 50 im gonna get rich you gonna die trying, I dont rap fake shit i wont be lieing, Lets see you duskie spit back and speak your mind, get you popeed 12 times if you step out of line | | |
ill step outta line and start inspecting ya rhymes
your shit is so wak i think someone dissected ya mine
you reckon im trying cause this diss is attacking ya dome
im packing the chrome and ransaking ya home with more force than the attack of the clones
that line was too long cause i got too many rhymes
i can rhyme any line any time many times
you cant even get your spelling right
if you see me ill probably be yelling like
"yo scraps a rat when he raps its wak
so i'll attack him back with the fattest rap
thatll battle the cat like a mack to the back
ill crack and hack him and take his stack and his gat
i would take his bitch but shes flat and too fat
she makes me sick to my stomach to the point that i yak"
its just me but trust me you dont wanna fuck with my rusty razor
if its dusky then it must be flavor your just hoping that someone saves ya
there you go some wak off the dome shit that i did trying to type as fast as i free
ohh and its still a million nah a billion times iller
thats right scrap i attacked you like a gorilla
i normally free way better than that but you wouldnt believe me
in all seriousness though when you start rhyming big words you can do it freestyling too
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im smoking on weed and choking on weed
hoping this free will come out as dope as my pee | | |
im smoking on weed and choking on speed
hoping this free will come out as dope as my pee | | |
check it you attacking me like a gorilla
but i got 9mm so ill kill yeh
you aient iller no body wants to feel yeh
only reason why people touch yeh is to steal yeh
they wanna lock you up like akon
you aient that good so heaven saight son
listen just go back to what you were doing
cause now u screwing lil girls like you be all that
but i can pull more rap and tricks out of a magitions hat
you just wak gorilla black
and im a grill yeh back, till it turns black
cause my flows are whats stoping u i seem to be the problem,
only skeems you had was a store up in harlem
but even that you tuck your chain in so what im saying is step back people think you got hit by a train the way i murder you on the tracks | | |
on a scale from one to ten approximately im a thousand
stomp thru your neighborhood, city, or project housing
i am something that youve never seen before
like your grandparents having sex behind close doors
i rhyme like a scavenger that hunts for his prey
and probably kill a dozen rappers and just call it a day
all I need is bit#h that'll give me wet dreams
so I can get my rocks off like erosion in streams
i drop science like clumsy professors in auditoriums
and stretch niggas out like a motherfuking accordion
i make you look stupid like losin a bet
you can catch the greyhound and i'll cruise in my jet
im impossible to beat like playing tic-tac-toe
duskie is famous for spitting ill rap flows
yo me and eso are like brothers since birth
you can catch a bad one and get put under the earth
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| some of it was ok some was shit playing tic tac toe is easy to win lol so that was kind wak | | |
your just a waste of freakin time
dont speak ya mind or get on a beat and rhyme
yall are all just whingers and whiners
on drug binges i like to finger vaginas
and yall could never rhyme that many syllables
your pityful grabbing mics rapping like a criminal
your like butter; the heat from the toast will make you run
and ill blaze my gun even if the bacon come
I really dont care cause im crazy son
and ill be still packing when Im eighty one
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my damaging blows be dismanteling foes
cause i be slamming new flows up in ya arregant domes
do pampering hoes? put on the carrots and clothes
the answer is no they get played like a dancer in shows
ill cock the hammer and blow im like a cancer that grows even with kemo
ill kill off ya over size ego
| | |
Yo yo my homies I don't want no trawble
so don't get scared, you dont need to wobble
I just want to point out that to my delight
it's been more than a year since the start of this fight.
Also Scrap you need to step off
Duskie has clearly battled your face off
(Yeah mo fo, I rhyme off with off, wachou gonna do about it?shit yeah.)
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have you ever met a "hippy" from the "city" called "sydney"
an emcee whos "no joke" and "blows smoke" like a "chimney"
no well get with me im bound to break the "barricades"
battling a hundred thousand fukin "savage apes"
so welcome everyone to my "bugged imagination"
where my heart sings blues and "drunken affirmations"
the flowers in the pavement are there to "salvage hip hop"
crooked and loopy in the greenhouse like "alfred hitchcock"
"hundreds acting brainless" so "something has to change kids"
or else this axis is mine forever "hunting on the ranges"
i "elevate the cause" while i "celebrate the force"
the words rotate the stress like "meditation balls"
it "feels bliss" when your "round us"
cause we "built this" from the "ground up"
and it "still hits" like a "town drunk"
with a "steal fist" that hasnt "found love"
"trust me" if you aint "down with duskie"
ill "bust frees" and youll get "clowned like krusty"
youll get fucked orally like "foreplay"
cause ya shits "all gay" and battlings my "forte"
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im not canadian im australian
im from the other side of the mederteranian
| | |
i set my moves up strategically
enemy kings are taken easily
knights move four spaces and places bishops east of me
communicate with pawns on a telepathic frequency
smash knights with mics and militant mental fights it seems to be
an everlasting battle on the 64 block geometric metal battlefield
ill shatter ya feeble battle shield
i wouldnt mis a bishop that wield this mistic sword
and slaughter every player who inhabits my chess board
knights and queens 3 i slice thru emcees
seize the rooks towers and the bishops ministries
mistrals sing songs and mimic me but seise to lift instantly
hidden deep within me is a sinister entity
chess board blocks become blood red from cut throats
i shot cross bows and toss flows across motes
to pearce the archers armour armed with a arrows
from ball boints from elbows for joints joined with marrow
to maim the tip of the arrows lit with flame
check mate the death of ya king ends the game
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Its "The Soul Purpose", mission control's nervous
Pitiful attempts get drenched by the verses
That's my best nothing less the merciless
I'm murderous, murdering tracks you all deserving this backslap
For coming at me with the whack rap
You act whack
You look whack
You talk whack
You be whack
You speak whack
Forget about your drop and save your feed back
I can tell your afraid to face me
My verbals come off the wall like Kevin Spacy
And I defeat camps into MC stamps
Under street lamps your working off of free-amps
The beat champs, I call you out like subpeona
And have you on your knees like a nine-dingle-venor
A biting demeanor, yeah these cats want to rap alike
You weak parasites
I freak beats when I speak heat like Farenheight
Don't ever grab the mic
Cats that bite need a meat-eaters appetite
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I'm like Bill Gates motherfucka
You're like Philbert Grate's younger brother
My rap styles undiscovered
But when I'm finished here ill be like an icon
Cause I got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrong
A callabo, I don't see it happenin son
And a battle, I don't see you lastin through one
Your lines are so long you must rush ya rhymes
No punchlines, just a bunch of punched in lines
My style's like steel
You can stop tanks wid it, rob banks wid it
Plot pranks walk planks block shanks wid it
That's why when I challenge you cats you ain't wid it
And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it
Sorry homeboy, didn't mean to upset ya
You wanna grab the mic, but your hand won't let ya
Cuz it knows that if you do, you'll go home on a stretcher
Call the ambulance on the cell to come get'cha
As a matter of fact I'll grab a batterin axe
My massive attack leaves your anatomy flat
And that'll be that, make sure everything’s workin
I get heads open like a, brain surgeon
When I came splurgin, veterans became virgins
First they wanna battle but now, they ain't certain
Who fronts like a psycho when he's straighter than an A?
Problem!! while I rip (w)rappers like Christmas day
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I'm like Bill Gates motherfucka
You're like Philbert Grate's younger brother
My rap styles undiscovered
When I'm finished here I'll be an icon
I got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrong
A callabo, I don't see it happenin son
And a battle, I don't see you lastin through one
Your lines are so long you must rush ya rhymes
No punchlines, just a bunch of punched in lines
My style's like steel
You can stop tanks wid it, rob banks wid it
Plot pranks walk planks block shanks wid it
That's why when I challenge you cats you ain't wid it
And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it
Sorry homeboy, didn't mean to upset ya
You wanna grab the mic, but your hand won't let ya
Cuz it knows that if you do, you'll go home on a stretcher
Call the ambulance on the cell to come get'cha
As a matter of fact I'll grab a batterin axe
My massive attack leaves your anatomy flat
And that'll be that, make sure everything’s workin
I get heads open like a, brain surgeon
When I came splurgin, veterans became virgins
First they wanna battle but now, they ain't certain
Who fronts like a psycho when he's straighter than an A?
Problem!! while I rip (w)rappers like Christmas day
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problem diss
I'm like Bill Gates motherfucka
You're like Philbert Grate's younger brother
My rap styles undiscovered
When I'm finished here I'll be an icon
I got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrong
A callabo, I don't see it happenin son
And a battle, I don't see you lastin through one
Your lines are so long you must rush ya rhymes
No punchlines, just a bunch of punched in lines
My style's like steel
You can stop tanks wid it, rob banks wid it
Plot pranks walk planks block shanks wid it
That's why when I challenge you cats you ain't wid it
And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it
Sorry homeboy, didn't mean to upset ya
You wanna grab the mic, but your hand won't let ya
Cuz it knows that if you do, you'll go home on a stretcher
Call the ambulance on the cell to come get'cha
As a matter of fact I'll grab a batterin axe
My massive attack leaves your anatomy flat
And that'll be that, make sure everything’s workin
I get heads open like a, brain surgeon
When I came splurgin, veterans became virgins
First they wanna battle but now, they ain't certain
Who fronts like a psycho when he's straighter than an A?
Problem!! while I rip (w)rappers like Christmas day
ready to die like a airline jacker
crush your skull give you a hairline fracture
my cerebral mind got evil rhymes people find
your feeble mind got less lines than equal signs
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annonymous stop rippin off canibus lines
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Hey douglas thornton
check this verse
i know youll love it
i mean you did email me to say
"i just need to tell u ur the illest rapper ive ever heard lyrically mediphorically punchlines everything"
now if that aint dick riding i dont know what is
listen up CLOSELY FOCUS YA BRAIN
rappers APPROACH ME FOES'LL GET SLAIN
slash ya SLOWLY OPEN YA VEINS
over and over and OVER AGAIN
VERSES are PERFECT a VIRTUAL GENIUS
a PERSON could say im theyre PERSONAL JESUS
rise and ill battle the fire like PHENIXES
its CRAZY ill even ROCK EIGHTIES ROCK REMIXES
so PRAY TO ME everyday FAITHFULLY
FACING ME is BASICALLY leaving you FATALLY
wounded and wasted im wicked as mystical VOODOO MAGICIANS
if YOU WOULD HAVE LISTENED your under my my spell LOSE INHABITIONS
surrender your writtens as if YOU WOULD A SPIT EM
im up in ya spot with a BEAUTIFUL CHICKEN
service is the truth its STUPID TO DISS HIM
COUPE UP YA RICHES SOUPE UP YA b###hES
ya up in my KITCHEN DOING MY DISHES
for MINIMUN WAGE your MINISCULE BRAIN
is trying so hard to come FIGURE THIS RIGORESS
TRAINING im STRAINING ya LIGAMENTS
AIMING to CRIPPLE KIDS AIMING the BARREL ill burry you
EFFORTLESSLY FAGGOTS F ING WITH ME
youll get blown into FRAGMENTS AND LEFT AS DEBRI | | |
| then y did u keep trying to email me back cause ur so lonely ur an internet mc that steals raps he also emailed me spittin all lyrical miracles stuff | | |
ha ha come on dougie
i just wanted to know you the fuck was emailing me
i didnt steal shit bitch
here this is for you
when it comes to words Im finding em and rhyming em
I bet your dick is smaller than a chinamans
cause everyone knows they got small dicks
and your more bitch than four chicks
the best when I spit you cant mess with my shit
give me an hour and I'll be undressing your chick
F with me what do you expect to see your destiny?
well its time to rest in peace im the best emcee
you cant mess with me im the best you'll see
yes its me so dont step unless your G
or Geed up I got three sluts that'll lick these nuts
I'd pass you the mic but youd probably freeze up
when I do back flip to snap kick like Jackie Chan
faces go white like they were bathed in bleach and napi san
I bet you love to suck a nut sack
and fuk the butt crack
yeah you love to suck a nut sack
and fuk the butt crack
I know you love to suck a nut sack
and fuk a butt crack
yeah you fuk the butt crack
and your shit is dumb wak
biatch | | |
by the way are you switchblade or related to him
that would exlpain why your being such a bitch
your doug thornton he is luke thornton
it may just be a coincidence
you both have the same surname
and your both bitches
who knows
then again who cares | | |
haha your just a pussy internet mc kid youll never go anywhere im laughin all the way to the bank
| | |
laugh all you want i do this for fun
i aint an internet mc i just enjoy ripping bitches like you so effortlessly with my superior skill and intelligence
ive already gone more places than youll probably ever go
you cant rhyme and you admire me cause im actually good at it
do you really think that saying your laughing to the bank will diss me??
lol
good on you man well done if you are im doing fine myself too
but you dont hear me bragging bout it
hate me all you want
hate is just respect from the jealous
biatch | | |
i know im right i dont need a reason to be sure
youll take a beating to the floor youll be eating thru a straw | | |
pass me the mic its my time to make the party get hype
and im starting the croud shaking like a palm full of dike
stop asking me why im shining like the stars in the sky
a shock like finding a barbar in the bath with your wife
the next level headed to be larger than life
see this whip was fast i pedal past ya car on my bike
believe me clown i could reach the speed of sound
about to be having you looking up to me as if you was leaning down
i needed more than army to beat me now
send in your regiment and they get burried beneath the ground
ill teach you how to be wild with this style of rhyming
ill probably more make more noise than most rappers if i was miming
ill turn night into day when its time for shining
still be above you even whilst you was mountain climbing
ofcourse bro i hold more styles than wardrobes
my raw flows come off like a whores clothes in porn shows
for all those who was doubting wat im about
call me the scout that gets the whole house open with all the doors closed
you think your stuffs liver
come check me about lunch time youll punched twice with a one liner | | |
Lady O str8 outta that 808 steppin' up to the game,
duskie imma exclude ya' shit by puttin' ya' to shame,
re-read ya' lines 'n' realize, that what ya' droppin' be leavin' most wit' a coma infinite neva' waken eyes,
ain't nobody askin' ya' why you shinin' like the stars in the sky,
you be more like the lil' kid wishin' on others gleam ya' ain't gotta deny,
ya' skills be weak dang i can't believe,
but yo' i got this bes' believe this ain't the least,
Lady O dishin' it bringin' it to the table,
leavin' ya' clueless 'n' ya' ass stuck to a chair by
more than a million staples
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Listen-to-me-lady-O
You aint dissin-me-you-crazy-hoe
You aint got the heart-2-beef why target-me?
Your far from heat Ima make dis beatin hurt even Death starts-with-D
My statements-is-hurtful 4 Four-waitin-2-merk-u
U really want Problems? Come with more 'vest' than a Old-Navy-Commercial
Im Out-2-wreck U dont amount-2-threats
Ur professional garbage So every1 no D comes b4 L, Check yo Alphabet
Hard-Gats-Points-n-BLOW! Darts-pact-2-yo-throat
Fucc punchlines! My Jabsll leave dis Pussy seein allstars like Star-Trek-Pornos
You can get scraped-n-hung, This aint-so-fun?
This only a keystyle ima get da win(d) cuz its a Fuccin Breeze like Raping-Lungs
Ima Ghost-made-savage more lines than u dope-heads-average
Play pussy n get fucced Ima cut yo life Short like a Jennifer Lopez-Marriage
My peeps will-cap-ya I keep heat for-craccaz
If u deseased or splattered you'll still be voted as sillytechs Weakess-Rapper
I blast tanks-easy My programs too much for ur software
so u gon get pushed in the burner like Blank-Cds
The crowd wants-me I peeped this Coward-wan-beef
The Steaks are high Like Cows-on-E
Get drowned-softly When I Pull-it-its-a-Issue
And my slugs got no Love so u know these Bullets-wont-miss-you
Bitch if the guns-pop you flee quickly or duck-ock
Cuz this Sawed off one-shot would take yo Face Off like when the Puck-Drops | | |
Imma' crazy hoe?!?..ya' gotta' be kiddin' me,
kno' the definition of that label use it correctly,
ain't got the heart ta' beef? son ya' don't even kno',
when I step up ta' the plate I got it lock on go,
ya' ask me why I target ya',
its plain 'n' simple I ain't feelin' ya',
ain't nobody tryna' cut ya',
so Imma be the new challenga',
"Death starts with-D" 'n' thatz what cha' claim,
but in reality ya' jus' skin 'n' bones tagged up D-ead fo' ya' name,
like the rest of them bustaz thinkin' they got hot shit linez ta' take the toll,
get at the back of the line fast kno' ya' role,
wit' cha' self seemin' all hardcore 'n' steady,
I stand befo' ya' pin point ya' chest tap ya' chin hah! ya' ain't ready,
MA' niqqaz be strapped wit' high stat,
3 secondz..2..1 second flat,
ya' done dug ya' own grave imma place pedalz of ma' rap,
stone engraved " In Memory Of Duskie " A cat that got pushed off track
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its like your blind to the light cause you only rhyme one-syllable
your a bitch cause the doctor-choped-ya-cock-not-the umbillical
so you can step up as the "new challenger"
but your days are numbered like a callender
my rhymes are outta this world like extraterestrials
and I never leave home without a tech-next-to-my-testicles
and when I do back-flip to snap-kick like jackie-chan
faces go white like they were bathed in bleach and napi-san
your shit is unwanted like a pimple-on-the-face-bitch
face-it your rhyme style is so simple-and-basic
you got poor-scripts I'll watch you hit the floor-bitch your down-on-your-cause
Only way I'm getting "clapped at" is recieving a round-of-applause
I'll clap-her-too smack you till my hands are fractured-through
and leave you like jigggas last two albums when i beat you black-and-blue
your more than a tad-lame wonder why you lack-fame
bitch thinks she can ride dick to suck-seed in the rap-game (succeed)...Haaha!
From what I put down-in-the-verse you’ll be clowned-till-it-hurts
I’ll have this bitch “laid to rest” when shes found-in-a-hearse
seriously you aint fucking with me with that one syllable shit
who rhymes a three syllable word like challenger with cut ya
you dont do that shit cause it doesnt rhyme
your an ammature not ready to play with the big boys
keep practicing though
peace | | |
Hey Duskie,
you 'n' ya' flos are tight..lol I jus' wanted ta' try 'n' thro' down sum flos(which are mos' def. ammature like ya' said), I can't eva' reach ya' level ta' tell ya' the truth. I always wanted ta' be a female rapper, but looks like I ain't good enuff yet.What made me laff at ma'self was ya' pointed out that I rhymed a 3 syllable word like challenger wit' cut ya' lol. Aight well, I admit 'n' I put it out there that you be the best 'n' everythang. Thanx fo' givin' me the opportunity ta' battle ya'. Much respect. One.
Lady O'
Ya'll don't wanna test Duskie! He broke me 'n' he'll do the same to ya' fo' sho'!. | | |
keystyle off the dome
just gotta put this down for lata
so i dont forget
im as australian as ned kelly and the red belly
as aussie as mal meninga and powderfinger
gonna be as comercial as motorola
and make as much paper as coca cola | | |
oh and to lady O
thanks for admitting defeat and recognising the skill
nothing worse than a sore loser
you werent so thanx
peace
one | | |
lady O
if you do want to be a female emcee
check out "jean grae"
shes the illest femcee in my opinion
go check her out and learn from her shes crazy ill
ive seen some real nice male emcees who havnt got shit on her
check that shit
one | | |
| No doubt 'bout bein' a sore loser, one should be able ta' learn ya' kno', no excuses..'n' thanx i'll mos' def. check out Jean Grae. One. | | |
Check it
Duskie You an aussi this aient your game go to surfing, or swiming cause your flows are lame
You going many places i dont think so well maybe
You proubly a old grumpy bitch cause a dingo ate your babe
Your flows not hot the only thing on fire is your pee
And thats only because your girls got an S.T.D
Lady o i know im better then duskie cause his flow is way weaker, The day i loose is the day ja rule wearing g-unit sneakers
I know im going places and youll proubly be in my tracks behind me
make it easy for you to get there but ull never be able to find me
So if your tryna be someone that ur not austrailns dont suit a rapper wanna be
Maybe you should stick to your crocodiles and follow dundee
Lady O What yeh think about that | | |
Scrap I done tried ta' battle duskie,
wut he dropped was sumthin' that blew me,
tried ta' thro' down a comeback stuck in a box silent as a mime,
couldn't spit the words even if I tried,
figured out that I ain't ready ta' roll wit' the realz,
so I stand corrected ta' learn from sum that drop kills,
so all them cats includin' ya'self ta' me is sumthin' I can't reach,
ya'll linez be tight I watch them I figured they teach,
Im jus' a Female from Hawaii that always wanted ta' be a mc,
sayin' imma' prob. be in ya' trackz would help a Ma like me,
here on the island neva' heard of a hawaiian/puertorican/black rapperette,
so imma' learn all I can jus' ta' get wut I can get,
but yo' if ya' wanna battle step up ta' the plate towards sumone not me,
but I can see that ya' done did that so jus' wait fo' a comeback from duskie,
sumones gotta' go down but I don't kno' who will,
so imma' check back 'n' forth ta' see who be left wit' the bill,
but other than that I respect peoples that enter the game,
'cause wen we battle we thrive fo' the same thing
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This fuckin Problems Solved
This Problems Dissolved And There Werent Any Problems Involved
And I Had Probable Cause To Drop This Coward Im Raw
Like Stray Pitches In A Womans League Im Knockin You Outta Ya Drawers
How Are You Ill When Youre Clouded Wit Flaws Somebody Sound The Alarm
Before Your Neck Is Found In My Arm
Your Flows A Puddle Mine Is A Fountain Of Bombs
This Nigga Claims To Be A Pimp But The Simp Got Caught With His Moms
Whyre We Even Startin This Shit?
This Whack Child Has The Same Style I Had When I Started Ta Spit
Im The Prescence/Presents/Present And Hip Hops Just Apart Of The Gift
In A Majority Of Your Rhymes Someones Gettin Torn Apart Wit The Fifth
When Really I Doubt Youve Been A Part Of The Filth
Youve Disgraced Rap You Know It Too Ya Hearts Filled Wit Guilt
Nah Nevermind Yo Ya Hearts Filled Wit Tips
Not Ammunition Just Personal Facts That Youll Take To Heart When I Rip
Youre Not Fierce This Twat Here Is Heartless Cause I
Made You Really See The Truth Like It Was A Part Of Your Eye
If You Had To Spit The Truth You'd Have To Part With Your Lies
That Means No Guns For You Your Flowd Be Thoughtless N Dry | | |
scrap you dont really think your half as nice do you?
for real anyone who has any talent or doesnt have theyre head up theyre ass could tell you that
you only rhyme one word now wheres the skill in that??
You wont get far little punk cos I bust pure rhymes
I tear up bars like a drunk on a bus tour Im
The hideous insidious super fly fucka
Ignorance is bliss and youre a happy motherfucker
Sucker rock a set; Im like Bobba Fett with intellect
Im everywhere you go like porno on the Internet
You stagnate while my rhymes circulate like rumours
Your living proof that god has a sense of humour
You dont wanna step trust me you been warned
You dont wanna play leapfrog with a unicorn
Leave you torn; you couldnt battle me with that lame rhyme
You couldnt come hard with two women at the same time
scrap acts arrogant I wonder why
If your skills matched your ego youd be eating humble pie
Your rhymes are more average than your girlfriend’s looks
And with a face like that I hope that girl can cook
it’s like that | | |
| Aye Duskie, I checked out Jean Grae..'n' dang her shits off the chain!..its heavy man..thanx fo' tellin' me 'bout her. | | |
no worries
shes crazy hey
when i first hear her i was like
"who the fuck is this crazy bitch"
shes ill got mad skills | | |
wake up scrap
you aint on my level
you aint even close
deep down you know its true
dont do it like nike do it like me
do it like when I do it at night with your wifey
fuck doing what everybody else does
everybody else sucks Im better than eveybody else was
keep doing that new shit im doing some smooth shit
used to be one but now Im doing a few chicks
girls that I do it with say hes got a huge dick
girls that you do it with say hes got a toothpick
ya dumb whack fuck scrap the day you move me
is the day Lauren Hill comes back with The Fugees
yeah I front about stuff that I say I do
like the day I got J Lo to say I do | | |
k duskie i admit u r really ill but occasionally u steal stuff but y wuld u need to anyways im just statin the facts
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im not stealing stuff doug its my shit im just recycling it
if you dont recycle rhymes, change them and reuse them from time to time you wont get any better
heres a topical verse for "warning signs"
Damn it Hurts, I got Caught with 50 Grams & Worse
Shot with Dammagers, I should've Thought of my Family First
The times I'm Hunted with Led is like a Hundred Percent
So who's Gonna Protect them from those who Wanted me Dead?
I didn't wanna leave my Baby's Mother and my Kid
If I'm in Prison who will Cover Up the Other Stuff I Did?
They Sentanced me to do life and 10 in the State Pen
They couldn't Wait To Send me Away from Straight Men
I was Escorted by Authorities and Herds of Security
I was a Dirty Minority in Unheard of Obscurity
They Murdered me Orally, I felt Little and Scrawney
They Spit on my Laundry, and called me "Pretty-Mommy"
I couldn't See a Trail to De rail from this Canyon
No E-mail or Free Bail and no Female Companion
I had to keep my Sanity during Prisoner Showers
So I could be with my Family during Visitin' Hours
I was Liable to Spank it, all I had was a Bible and Blanket
The Food they Fed us was'nt Fit for a Tribal Banquet
My Cellmate, Crunk was Injected with Unethical Heroins
He said the Warden was Performin' Medical Experiments
I was locked up with Muggers and Looters and Gun Shooters
With Alcohol Abusers and Can Forget Abusive Husband Losers
Surrounded by Punk-Feds, in a Cell that Smelled like Skunk Hedge
With Bunk Beds and Stunk from all these Drunk Crunk Heads
The Toilet was Out in the Open, I was Poutin and Mopin'
When I found out they found about a Pound of my Opium
So Now as i sit in here forever every morning to unwined
Wishing someone wouldve showed me with a Warning Sign | | |
that was the illest rime ive ever heard period
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What You a bitch want someone to hole your hand and show you the way, Well ill hold your hand to the brige then drop your ass when i spray
You aient banging chicks you gay, and belive me when i say this is my game so walk the other way
You dont belong here you not even in the life cycle
duskie get nervous everytime i spit like he laying in the bed with micheal
Whats a matter duskie Lady o aient your lady ho
You my fo and she can do better then yeh average jo
So step to a real mc not some sufer wannabe
I have to admit that ryhme is pretty ill
But at the same time you messing with a bitch thats got more skill, You would neva eva make it close like trille ville, So step back or be killed pull my 45 out and have your body filled,
You cant rap, proubly a dumass, And im sure your not pretty so step back before i put nine shots in your ass like fifty | | |
| send you back to christ in the after life ill slap ya twice then spit a battle verse on a jacked device give scrap my knife and carve on his back hes a nice mc he just lack the nice and laugh as plenty stare switches back many care u like a car with no oil ur not gettin any where | | |
born a sinna',
but grew up wantin' ta' feel like a winna',
tagged up Lady O by a drug deala',
entered the gang life as a teenager,
shot gatz, slept on matz, eatin' stolen grub while a homie tatt her back,
her moms disapproved,
kicked her out ain't givin' her shit ta' move,
she cried thinkin' 'bout her daughter 'n' wut she choosed,
while watchin' a gang related incident on the news,
thought 'bout bein' a highschool drop out,
gang mate flossed his heat while he spoke ta' her 'bout a different route,
he spoke a line ta' her that stuck out,
"get cha' learn on, quit the life baby girl, me 'n' the homies..we'll still kick it wit' cha', no doubt."
knocked on her crib slipt a note fo' her moms,
"Momma, show up at grad day" she knew who it was from,
she done did 'n' ended up wit' her diploma,
walked the line her moms waitin' in tears fo' her,
silent but she knew her moms was proud,
thoughts were understood even if they weren't spoken aloud,
she spotted the crew throwin' up their gang sign,
"dang fo' life..those ma' homies of mine."
wut cha'll think?...
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| 4 u it was alrite nice use of storytelling | | |
scrap scrap scrap.......
what can I say??
you had to "admit it was ill"
and you still try and come at me
well......
lets go then
this is it
after this Im wasting no more rhymes
or time on you
you want it gangsta you got it
I got .44s-with-Gauges-Aimed, I'm Storin-for-Wastin-Brains
He's Addin his Mortage-rates, Boring-like-Frazier-Crane
The Torture-Rate's-Insaine like a Soldier of Fortune-Game
With morbid-Ways-of-Pain, eating Organs-and-Tastin-Brains
And Morsels-of-Facial-Viens Orchestrates-my-Reign
Using Boards-and-Grenades-and-Chains, Swords-and-Razor-Blades
Only Portions-Remain-the-Same, Torsos-Filleted-and-Maimed
With 40-Days-of-Rain for Taking the Lord's-Name-in-Vain
My Obsenities Lack-Serenity
Scrap You're Academically the Whackest-Emcee
I'll Enact-the-Penalty to Act-with-Tendancy
And Crack-your-Assembely Accidentally
I'm like Jack-Dempsey Attackin-his-Enemy
Hackin-Endlessly for Half-a-Century
To send this In-Bred Skin-Head Back-to-Tenessee
Where Racist Cats still Preach Black-Supremecy
Drinking Packs-of-Henessy, I Aint-Sober
Driving Range-Rovers I Aim-Toasters and Mame-Shoulders
You seen Dead Alive? I got that Same-Mower
I Came-Slower to Show-Ya my Flame Thrower
It's Game-Over Mowing Holes-in-this-Bastard
I'm the Soul-Snatcher giving you Skull-Fractures
I'm the Audio Diablo, like Petey-Pablo or Beenie-Segal
In a Green-Reagle with Heaters-and-Eagles
I Appreciate you bleeding like Washes-from-Flood-Rain
Like Moshpits-with-Bloodstains at Concerts-for-MudVayne
Breakin Mouths-and-Legs, from Alpha-to-Omega
"Armeggedon for Genesis," but this aint a Game-for-Sega
And my name-Aint-"Vega" but I'm "Handy"-with-the-"Steel"
But Standing-on-my-Heels will get you Planted-in-the-Fields
There's no Tracin-My-Steps, with Suffocations-of-Breath
Catchin Cases that I'm Filming for the Faces-of-Death
I got Finer-Weaponry Designed for Spinal-Disectomy
Tryin-to-Step-to-Me will put your Life in Final-Jeopardy
Pressin your Pressure Points, Corrodin-Life-and-Death
To Implode your Lymph-Nodes-and-Stifle-your-Breath
I'm that Gun Totin-Gangsta, That'll Hang-Ya from a
Boat-Anchor and leave your Throat-Strangled with a Coat-Hanger
Way before the Fueds of Jesus-and-the-Romans
A Battle emerged between the Greeks-and-the-Trojans
The Persian and Punic War Slaughtered-by-the-Dozens
Leading to The Crusades when Christians Fought-the-Muslims
For the Land of Jerusalem, Purjury-was-Written
The Seven Year War was won by Germany-and-Britian
British Colonies fought, Preparin-a-Solution
Creating the US in the American-Revolution
At the Alamo with Mexico, Fuedin-between-Presidents
A Civil War formed between The Union-and-Confederates
Nazis started World Wars with Furnaces-Heated
Then America entered and The Germans-were-Defeated
The Korean War calmed long after Hiroshama-Bombs
Then Combat was Fought in the Years-of-Vietnam
In Saddam's Gulf War we Succeded-in-Victory
But today you can see that we Repeated-that-History
Which brings us to the Battle of Duskie-and-Scrap
Trust-me-his-whack when his Busting-his-Raps
I'm Crushing-knee-caps and Busting-three-Gats
Thats how Duskie-reacts Fuck Busting-a-Rap
I'm Storin-the-remains as I'm Shreddin-this-Goner
Using his Toe Tag as a Medal-of-Honor
Dead-in-the-Slaughter as Armageddon-Perspires
I'm Forcin Portions of your Arm-and-Head-in-the-Fires
I'm Insaine-for-Real, I got Pain-to-Heal
Scrap's name-to-Deal, Brains-to-Peel on my Stainless-Steel
Is is Scary-to-Hear Terror-Appear when you Stare-in-Mirrors
And see me Tear-your-Ears with a Pair-of-Sheers?
yo switchblade
long time no see
whats been up man?? | | |
HOLY SHIT THAT WAS FUCKIN AMAZINGLY ILL
and notghin really since last time i have improved greatly believe me man i can rime difficult syllables punchlines medaphors but im still not as good as u ur fuckin sick
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| yo duskie could i offer u a deal cuz diablo got arrested and dark ryder got kicked out of school and i was bein a bitch way back im soooo much better but culd u send me a tape or i culd giv u one culd u giv me an adress or ill giv u one ive written to albums with all new stuff not on this site | | |
touch my mic-ra-phone
get dropped like-a-stone
my complex schedule contains the ingredients off hitten-dimes spitten-rimes comitten-crimes-written-lines are splitten-spines theres a thing called lyricall boxing ill explain-this on my insane-disc | | |
that was some cool shit with the history of wars hey!
I like that verse
I got a couple of songs i did recently with some mates
they are not on my computa though
But I got them on cd
so I'll have to organise a way to email em or something in mp3 format
I'll get back to you | | |
Oi switch
Ill send you this song in the next few days
just need your email address
J made a crazy beat for this one
heres the lyrics
Hook
Verse 1
Id bet you'd like to know what happens when the lights go off
the mic go off, dont even try to fight the force
Im tryin to lock it down globally like microsoft
Blaze tracks, but ive never been the type to floss
Wipe the floors with fake ass rappers, they aint moving the crowd
i showed you before, plus im proving it now (and smoothing it out)
I still bring the ruckus to this and while you home on the couch (i stay up in the mix)
you got a bad attitude, thats something to fix
Im gettin love from ya crew, coz they be pumpin my dick
think nothing of this, i could do it my sleep YA FEEL
so while you non-talent muhfuckers keep shit real
i keep shit still to stay on point, till im paid the oint
Bangin the club, my lyrics spray the joint
keep the dance floor wet so you can get ya slide on
so why track this hit, watch me get my glide on
Hook
Verse 2
Check the comand of the english language its expansive
at a club with drink bars, new kicks, new chicks to dance with
thats not my most of operandi, understand, I
redefine the role of the villian, respect the bad guy
Award winning sentences, acclaimed critical lyrical
Most of ya'll just spit generical references
Its very circuitous, 360 degrees in fact
breeze through ya town and leave with my steeds in tact
with ease i rap, you chopping mad takes for a verse
bullshit punches, my hunches, you should wait and rehearse
stop i heard the hot shit and your not it
you need to cop this, steady drop this, heavy rock shit
its over, HUH, ya'll aint heard, im the deacon of words
freaking the verb, while you speaking absurd
take some decent reserve, with foot soldiers with balls big as boulders
to move obstacles so save your acting for the movie
Hook
Verse 3
Yo rapping is dead, i dont spit, i flow
flip the script, nahh, stick to the shit you know
the clique you owe, and dick you blow belong to me
got ya shit on to me, my word is Bond like Sean Connery
Ladies still feel me when im 75
point oh 9 with no license, still ready to drive
I study the vibe, its like that R&B classic, track shit
rappers act spastic, when i flash hits
So merge ya words with virgin herbs
aint my function, dont wanna keep the peace, i'd rather punch em
Straight hard hits off the target, im never sprayin
came in here with my fist in ya mouth, so what u saying
I aint claimed the shit, you haters stay on the dick
all you do is talk about us, naysayin the clique, im saying ya sick
gastro interitis and all that flowing tight as the format
Hook | | |
yo how old are you guys duskie and swithcblade
whats your email if yeh got msn or somtin post it back here and we'll check shit out | | |
Im 23
got msn the other day
if yall got msn I can send it thru that I think
give me your address and I'll add you | | |
k mines korman_4@hotmail.com(dont ask)and please send me it man your shits crazy ill we could defininetly make it work
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LYRICALL BOXING
yo duskie this ones for you
chorus
cant take the common simplistic gay faker so when i spit it every punchline is a hay maker
verse 1
im the undisputed champion in the division of lyricall heavyweight of everystate for uncountable reasons one of the bein all my life ive been able to jab,go through shit and if im tired ill let diablo do it but in the ring
chorus
verse 2
hes tryin to fight back from my tight back MUTHUFUCKER WHAT?ill just duck er tuck now hes a sitting rubber duck from the devistating uppercut with enough impact to make heads atomatically spin back,skin crack and not forget make your chin black
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thats all i got so far and the chorus reapeats twice its some of my not so great work but its just a freestyle and by the way the line was hes tryion o fight back from my tight rap(not tight back)
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your added and I've got the song on my computa now so I'll send it when I see you online next
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| im on where i live (drunken duncan)its 5 02 so go on | | |
| yo mines jr_scrap@hotmail.com | | |
| yo duskie add me to jr_scrap and show me ur thing send it to me also i wanna check it out. also switch blade but i think i already gto you alrit | | |
| your added ill send it when your online next | | |
Anonymous diss
You dont even equal a Half-a-threat
Want beef? the only thing You'll Ever Start n finish is the "Alphabet"[a-z]
Shit my crews-blazed Prick you'll chew-blades
My punches are like "48hours" one hit you'll be "Too-dazed"[2days]
Fuck it its time to Crunch-this-herb
Talkin Shit? my crew'll "Get A" like a "Bunch-of-nerds"
My Touches-hurt! Im Commin-its-a-fact
You a starving artist? You might wake up With yo "Stomach-in-yo-lap"
Im Nasty? its Duskie I got Sets-in-the-hood
You'll find your "Arm, Legs Head n shoulders" in the "Neck" of the Woods'
Get Jammed-by-a-threat, Blast-Off-yo-neck
And if he insist to "TALK-SHIT" get hit with the "ASS-OF-MY-TECH"
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theres alot of peole for switch blade-ta -diss
one who made-the-list
was a rime stealin wannabe jad-a-kiss
FUCK ANONYMOUS
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pretty nice man your getting better
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you coulda added another syllable though
theres alot of peole for switch-blade-ta -diss
one bitch-made-the-list
was a rime stealin wannabe shit-jad-a-kiss
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im a skumbag
wering a bumbag
I play with the dicks
not with the chicks
I say i get the girls
with the curls
but i get the hoars
with the soars
excuse me, ill be back later
im a really keen masturbator
By the way, im not really switchblade, im doing it to piss him off because he sucks so much dick. | | |
| fuk whoever posted that it wsnt me | | |
and annonymous critizin me wen he stole all of his rimes WHAT A BITCH
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Life Aint Life Unless the Real See Real..
Only...Reason I'm Breathin is to Seal the Deal...
So...Recognize me, I'll Recognize You
Expect me to Die, Then you Expect to Die Too...
Real Recognize Real, The ill Recognize ill(…I’ve seen it…)
The Steel Recognize Steel So think before you kill
Just know that what you wont do the other guy will(..That’s word..)
We in a place-of-hate, starrin in the face-of-fakes
So Be Safe-incase, you gotta go Embrace-the-snakes
It aint the taste-of-Jakes, It’s the snitches-and-talk
So while the Bloods is killin and the Crips-just-walk
You’ll see Murders and shit Bodies outline-with-Chalk
This is Mysterious Assassin, Duskie, The-Phenom
I seen dudes come and go toe to toe without the-heat-on
Cuz I seen dudes wasted to getting dumped in the basement
Stomp his brains on the-pavement, til his dreams engraved-it(…Ouch!…) | | |
that was definently not ur best work pretty deep tho
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duskie do u also go under mc digga
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duskie ur a fuckin liar u dnt do anything wit j-wess
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yeah thats me
look i dont care wat you reckon
i just came here to rhyme like the rest of you not try and prove who i am which is y i used duskie in the first place
so it doesnt bother me whether you believe me or not
i honestly couldnt care either way | | |
lyricaly I could be the baddest, noone compares-to-me
I mean we're on sillytech and skill this ill is rarely-seen
Im too-clever its like whatever I'll battle who-ever
and when picking a winner they'll choose you-never | | |
this aint me its
Low and Tyle
but its tight
check this all
LoWpRoFiLe
Look, Period! im Sick Like Patients Dats Checked-Positive, Da Best-Obvisious...
Touch Da Click Catch Clips To Ya Neck, Arm, 'n' Wrist, Da Sets, Armed Wit Thisssss....
Haha 'n' Lossin Da Title Aint Did Shit But Add FUEL Fo Da Burnin'...
If I Aim At Dude, Then Hes Murked 'n' NO TOPICAL, I Got TOOLS Dat'll Hurt' Him, Cheaaaa,
This Is Ezzzzz Off Da Top And Still LABELED 'Major-Text"
See, I Aint Holla At Da MOD To Erase-Ya-Threats, I Been Thru Mo Flows Den Navy Vets!!!
Respect Dub, Cain, Ar, Duskie, Inz, DAUUUU....Save Da Rest
Fixna Show Yall How To Smoke A ELL, TYLE "Blaze Da TEK"....Boom Boom Boom!!!
Wat U THink We Ridin' Wit U???? Maybe Hahah.....Take Ova Starts Now....
Catch ME In Da Mist Of It All, Black Mask On, Fifth To Ya Jaw
Flow Known To Fuk Up Ya MIND QUICK Like SNIFFIN' Da Raw
Neva Get Caught Up Wit Da SIDETALKIN...Im Different Den Yall, So Be-Honest
Cuz Da HEATS On Us, Im Like Nas In His PRIME Droppin-Etha
No Quatum Leaps, I Been Here Shittin On Bottom-Feedaz, Cock Ya Heataz
I Got Dat Bass But Not Da Kind Dat'll POP Ya Speakaz But'll Still Pop-Ya-Speakaz
Come On U GOTS To SPEAK UP, I Can't Hear Ya Mumbles....
Quick To Flip When I Dip Den Return 'n' U QUEERS Is Humble, U Dont Nearly Hustle
I Can Tell in Ya Flow, U Frail And U Hoe!!! Im Great Can't Rep Wit Less 'n'
We Startin Da Take Ova Here X'In-PEASANTS Ready Fo Da Next 2 Test Him, REAL TALK
Steal Spark On Any U Dats Damage Is Minimal-Sucka,
To Be Honest Im Only Here To Help Get RID-Of-U-Fukazzzz.....Hahah Lets Gooo, Tyle Holla At These Clowns Fam...
TYLE
Try N Stop It, Ill still 'Break Soldiers Wit Shells'//
Forget Other sites! I'm Bout To 'TakeOver Da ELL'!//
No 'Fake Hoes will Prevail', My 'Clips Rattle ya Peeps'//
3 Audio, 3 Text, Im startin up '6 Battles a Week'!//
Im 'Sick In Fact Ima Beast', Crills, 'Pricks My Packs Is 4 Cheap'//
'This Savage UnLeashed', Smokin In My 'Whip, Blackish Caprice'//
'Sit Back In Da Streets', Ill 'Sever Those Fake ...s'//
Youll Be "STUCK IN YA PJS" like u 'NEVER Gon Wake Up'//
chea u already know. I only spittin 8 bars, cuz honestly, my 8 bars worth most niggas sixteens, so get ya bars up niggas.....aha ha DA UNION... Plottin on a takeover u have no idea yet, But u will soon....Get wit Us or Die Tryin....Ayo Low thats tha new Motto fam!! ahaha DA U niggas
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I can switch the flow if I have to
Thats why youll get smashed like a statue
I fly high like a russian cosmonaught
Ive got an army and Im making Oz my fort
Im hot your only luke warm
If your the bomb Im the bomb in nuke form
When I get on the mic Ill bring the raw shit
When you hear it youll wanna forfeit
If you think your ill Im claiming the cure
Because your shit stinks like you came from manure
My rhyming is shining like a diamond
And I got more hoes/hose than a fireman
Im Ill as fuck and I live it up
I never give a fuck thats why my livers fucked
My puches hit like mike tyson
fuck writing I like fighting
Battling me is suicide
Like dissing boo ya tribe
It doesnt matter if your inbred or a racist skin head
You can still get totured in my tin shed
Punctured lungs become one outcome from a slug fest
And I always come out positive like my blood in a drug test
If you try and step to my lyrics
You must be on cough syrup and methylated spirits
If my raps are fat yours are thinner than lara flynn boyle
Im doper than coke smoked outta tin foil
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luke warm means just warm not hot
its pretty straight forward dont look into it too much man | | |
My new flow is positive, it's obvious,I'm the best
Put stress to rest, smoke in my chest do or die ill take the test Like busta rhymes ima break your neck, sixteen but carry a tech, never fold always stay checked, shoot you up then have you disect So who am ia new guy always stay fly and get by keep it gangsta ainet no lie, keep it pimped always stay high. Everyone wants to know, who am i and i got to show, i can handle any flow, and i can handle any ho, i cam here with a grin now im leaving with a win, just to be hot dont need to sin, just to be drunk not need jin, like young buck you gonna let me in, So any chalenger step to me,Dont need to front you dont know me, I shoot at you like u a goalie, instead of balls there bullets so you die slowly, everyone know my lfows insane, keep you dazed like weed to your brain, you got guns i got the same, i got girls you got no dame, when i speak i speak my mind, when i rap i make it rhyme, give me money ill give you a dime, give me attitude like 50 ill give you nine | | |
tell me what yeh guys think just post it
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i aint hating so dont take this the wrong way
i thought it was tighter than your usual shit
just some constuctive critique
remember the only way to elevate is to be prepared listen to constructive critisism and be willing to change
here ill break it down for you
"My new flow is positive, it's obvious,I'm the best"
it starts off real good nice flow got the internal rhyme happening the positive obvious thing its a positive start
"Put stress to rest, smoke in my chest do or die ill
take the test"
it would have been nice if you coulda rhymed "im the best"
not just best get some multis going
"Like busta rhymes ima break your neck,"
this is ok but its been played out i did some shit like this ages ago
"when i bust a rhyme ill crush ya spine
make you break ya neck like busta rhymes"
"sixteen but carry a tech, never fold always stay checked,"
simple but flos
"shoot you up then have you disect"
for a simple rhyme like this woulda wanted a mad punch hey and lines a lil short for the flow seems to stop too early hey
"So who am ia new guy always stay fly and get by"
this line is way too simple and fly is one of those over rhymed words shoulda done a multi infront of it or doubled up and rhymed "fly and get by"
"keep it gangsta ainet no lie, keep it pimped always stay high."
even if you put stay fly on the end of your last line
"Everyone wants to know, who am i and i got to show,"
worded a lil differently but thats kool
"i can handle any flow, and i can handle any ho,"
thats some p diddy shit with the same words just changing the last word its ok though im just not a fan of that shit
coulda changed it a lil like handle many hoes
"i cam here with a grin now im leaving with a win,"
simple but flows, win is another over rhymed word should try and avoid these words and look for original shit that hasnt been rhymed much
"just to be hot dont need to sin, just to be drunk not need jin,"
woulda been nice to rhyme "leaving with a win"
but ok otherwise coulda been clearer are you meaning jin the rapper?? or just that you get drunk without jin
wat about juice and jin those are two ill freestylers and a mad drink thats a punch just waiting to be swung lmao
"like young buck you gonna let me in,"
are you talking bout that dre stabbing incident or are you talking bout one of his songs im not real down with the commercial scene coulda been a lil more specific
"So any chalenger step to me,"
nice set up for a punch the next line
"Dont need to front you dont know me,"
step to me has such a nice flow to it y didnt you rhyme it all??
"I shoot at you like u a goalie,"
cool punch with a lil bit of g to it
"instead of balls there bullets so you die slowly,"
open rhyme but thats cool
"everyone know my lfows insane, keep you dazed like weed to your brain,"
nice metaphor just hoping the next line rhymes "weed to the brain"
"you got guns i got the same, i got girls you got no dame,"
multis dude least you got a bit of multi action going in this line
"when i speak i speak my mind, when i rap i make it rhyme,"
nice flow to it
"give me money ill give you a dime, give me attitude like 50 ill give you nine"
this was an ok punch its a lil overused though | | |
| thanks man ill chekc it out swithc some shit and ill hit you back wiht it cool | | |
lmao some stupid shit yall not dissing anyone
well not on this site any way so dont front
ya trash is talked load and stuttered son you need to speak-lower-and-don’t-stammer
cuz you proud of weak flows like Creek-Owners-with-Low-Standards
the best regarded aggressive times up! so set ya guard up
ya words above mine? never unless I replied to a thread you started!
instead of markin his set backs he carves progress-in-his-memory
so I squash the beef and heat it when it’s In my grill like hamburger’s process-and-delivery
yall cop out like police shift endings when theyre leaving-for-their-Own-Homes
claimin ya ain’t seen nuthin worth replyin to…that’s cuz you still readin-all-ya-own-flows
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scrap
i liked the first line had a nice simple flow to it
so i hope you dont mind but i did a lil verse to it
when i read it again i just wanted to keep going with it
so here it is
My new flow is positive, it's obvious,I'm the best
fuck rhymes my nine will literally put ya mind to rest
youll cope nine shots from my nine in ya chest
not even fifty would survive plus no sign of a vest
rhymes are the best like juice and jin
so pass a cup lets let the abuse begin
first on my list is proof and kim
two rappers that were underground and used to sin
now they gone commercial the musics universal
spend less time writing verses and more in rehearsal
i aint having it we need more talent and less flashin it
thats real so fuck the deal and just keep rapping it
dont let the money or the honeys affect ya skill
so for those that kept it real gotta say i still respect tha ill | | |
This is my game, So im the one who should call this
Raps gone to far people getting shot down from shakur to christopher wallace., Is it worth all this, to say a couple words and diss, then one month later theres someone and somtin you miss. People got to choose the right road, Put the bullshit on holdand get in the right mode, fro the truth to be told west coast, east coast shit is old,
Now theres its a new begging "hate it or love it" theres always gonna be problems, for bloods to crips black to white but guns still coudlent solve em
Now game knocked 50 out took the fame and left 50 i shame, maderafact the only reason why 50 here is cause that punkk had no aim, so 50 adive is to go back to dealing fuck rap get in that range rover, cause the game just made you game over | | |
| thats just somtin i thought up in a bit tell me what u giys think | | |
| all yall fuckin suck ya rhymes is wack b... get some real shit ima be back to see if anyone got shit to say to a real rapper | | |
you claim to be a real rapper but your still whacker
and i will clap ya all youll feel is the steel cap ya
and yeah i got shit to say and a lotta clips to spray
at fags like you that lick pricks and stick dicks in gays
attack me call me whack b when your twice as whack as me
get some ill shit i got some real shit i know you feel it actually
ill verse you bitch and i aint even heard you spit
this aint my best shit why waste it on a worthless prick
yo let me hear you rhyme man
i cant really judge till hear you | | |
a cy lets see you rap u homo
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yeah i may suck at rhymes but i be fucking dimes
sniffing lines spitting rhymes while i bust a nut inside
i mean her mouth not down south fool
and when it comes to sluts i gotta house full
lmao
thats shit is dumb wak off the top
so put that gun back in ya top
lol
come on "cy" i wanna "see why" your so good
really the reason you aint said shit is your no good | | |
ight that was fuckin dumb lol
underground rap changed the game
and underground rappers rearanged ya frame
i strike with vengance every verse in least
switchblade the unstoppable male person beast
so remember the name number one contender for fame so fake thugs surrender your chain taekwon do kicks karate hits and judo flips so now you trembling with fear cuz u know the ending is near | | |
yeah man youve definately elevated
i remember when you used to rhyme one syllable
youve seen the light and headed for it
good shit
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i wreck shit like a tech clip that hits and leaves ya neck split
listen ho this aint no porno, but ill leave you wet bitch
dead shits who get face alterations in altercations disrespect
the fact that i will twist their neck till it disconnects
we drive round at the speed of sound commiting evil deeds
you soft cocks never seen the cop shop let alone exceeded the legal speed | | |
you this is a disclaimer for the shit above
thats wak i wrote it drunk
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My flow is interesting its a new kind of style/ gonna get better just takes a while/ I aient gangsta or no bitch ass groupie/
Ho's tryna scoop me, dont like me then shoot me/
If the ice dont shock you then skill will/
put you to sleep like niquil,from d 12 to cypris hill/
Im the hypeist feel, the dopeest deal/
eat any mc up like a home cook meal/
Dont know what yeh looking for but i got what u need/ kickingest beats, wickedest rhymes to the sickest weed/ Im a evil seed doing a evil deed, put billets in you to watch you bleed/ My mama tell me im growing up to fast/ Pants below my ass/ So you can kiss it, once im fin to blow yall gonna miss it, Like j lo in ur room you bound to get with it/ So ima end it once and for all slice your throat and drown you in ur own blood type/ Keep it the ski mask way so the feds dont know what i look like | | |
hey yo im whiter than casper i keep my flows tighter like casper
ill punch you in the lung and make you gasp like you had asthma
you lack the; skill your styles kinda like the sewer
cause its underground yet the shit stinks like manure
you probably bite my shit i know you like my shit
but i dont give a fuck yall can bite my dick
kidding yall | | |
| scrap try rappin with more then one word | | |
| im surrounded by snakes could even be founded by fakes the games fucked up in need of someone like me who cleverly spills see forever he kills your beverly hills never g skills and im that complex rapper neck snapper tech clapper comin in for the next capture | | |
the techs splatter ya brains blood drains from ya veins
im not after a name or in this game for the fame
but if you battle me thatll be resulting in tragedy
im come thru with some shit thatll have your family
packing the hearse round the back of the church
i bust caps till your merked from the back of my merc
im the rap professor whos better and too clever
styles fresher getting more pleasure and cheddar than hugh heffner | | |
i live in beverly hills just sold seventy pills
the type that regularly kills and is mentally ill | | |
im new to dis shit
but dont dis it
becos wen i spit
i am in charge of it
i am the incredible
and i am unstoppable
it is unforgettable
but u r so terrible
it is unbelievable
and it is impossible
4 u 2 b liracle
and it wud b a miracle
if u were 2 b achievable
cos ur rhymes are unbearable | | |
| tommy p u wak as hell u fuckin suck | | |
you fucking suck like the fuckin slut
that was sucking nut and made me bust up her butt
now thats some sick shit but its alright
i spit sic shit thats more tight than four dikes
ill drug and mug you if you dont show more love
leaving thugs and your blood on the floor rug
ill certainly murder these nerds and work this verbally
any person thats herd of me burns like herpes internally
purposely worse than the third degree spitting furnace heat
now im getting bigger journalist surface nervously
determined to get some dirt on me i hurt em then splirt to germany
vigins flirt with me murmering dirty words to me
first i speak shit then work it like i was hercules
this intelegent devil is your regiments general
take a veterans pedistal cause any bread is edible
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so ground breaking i fell in to hell found satin
pounded his face in and fed him to my allsation
still keeping it totally low key you dont know me
cant cope with these phonies that are meant to be OG's
these old fogies approching me no see
tell your cronies and homies at sony to blow me
your as wak as nelly you better practice ya raps are messy
youve got a better chance of marrying hallie berry
im an animal radical and un-understandable
just run from the cannible my tongue just flung a cannon ball
think your bad cause you drank some malibu
i dangle you over your mannor and splatter you on the avenue
ammature rappers challenge me must be a tragedy
ill batter you happily from hatteny to battersea
actually ive got plans to meet and slap the queen
gradually ill smash the scene imagine me stacking cream
im just a youth that started rapping cause i love rap
i cant front im still living in my moms flat
i rep for the love trust me there aint no money in it
duskie it aint a nick name or a funny gimmick
im better and badder than any rapper compared
you ammatures arent dealing with no average bra
witness a lyricist filling scripts as original as pyramids
evolved into a man like gorrillas did
damn i need a drink after that
im in the zone today wat do yall think | | |
this is from a battle i had with da natural on another site
it was for the title and i thought id post it here too
title holders names are in red if your wondering bout the last line
now my names in red
This guy might be the champ but him winnings a slim-chance
No girls are feelin Da Natural, thats why they gettin Implants
And I wanted a good battle but this guys not nice
Thaz why this battles 2 one sided like snake eyes with Dice
And I dont have any proof that hes sleeping with guys
But if Naturals straight than he fooled me with his disguise
Your title run is over, its back to zero cuz your worthless..
You cant hurt-this.. I couldnt lose to you if I tried to on purpose
You'll be assassinated out of nowhere when I snipe and cough
Cuz everytime you 'spit on the mic' you have to wipe it off..
The 'thought' of you droppin an albums a good way of thinking
Only if your hangin over a boat to watch it sinking..
Your flow is boring And you should know your not hardly nice
You couldnt get a DJ to scratch your cd with an Army Knife
Your bout to grab a loss, You know that you can't match the boss
Ill Choke you so hard your adams apple will turn to apple sauce
You shouldnt try to test me or you'll hit trouble fast
Cause the only Time I get ripped is with muscle mass
Ill spit off the top cause he aint worthy but ill show no mercy
And take this battle hands down like six thirty..
Take a look at your name at the top before I leave you Cold Dead
Cause that'll be the last time you see yourself typed in Bold Red | | |
sin diss
probably wont make a lotta sense to yall
its kinda personal
i drop rhymes off the top of the head
i got nines ill be popping the lead
youll cope a shot in the head and belly
and i wont stop till your dead and burried
my rivals are evil but my style is lethal
i hang with violent people who kill as silent as eagles
who cares wat you think makes sense listen sin
if the mod disapeared from this site noone would be missing him
thats the truth i aint even dissing him
before you ramble on check whos pocket your pissing in
cause i know you like to talk shit when you disagree
and you think your style is fresher than using listerine
i saw what you wrote to inzer bout em
it seems the minute someone has a different opinion you doubt them
and write some bull shit that goes on forever
and i reckon you think cause its long that your clever
but never have i seen you question a metaphore
not even one from one of your competitors
do some research on herpes youll learn they do burn
go open the appropriate book and give the pages a few turns
your the most biased person i ever seen
you thought i was from fs.com even though ive never been
and i know thats why you were so quick to diss
but im a take my time while i spit this list
you wouldnt have said that to anyone on this site
youd be on their dick cause you dont wanna fight
they had better hope your not gonna bite
and i heard your audio you sound like a bitch onna mic | | |
you keep it in secracy
that u wanna beef wit me
and i know u dont wanna settle anything lethaly or unpeacefully cuiz wen u talk bout the blade its oh my god he hard like a body gaurd i heard he spit ill rimes and flip on counclers goes to bars to pick on bouncers piss off lions and beat up tigers fuck around with gd up riders drink snake venom and eat up spiders
yo its just a freestyle yall | | |
starts off ok i liked the second line
but you need to start a new line at the end of each rhyme
cause its hard to find where your up to each time
thats wats on my mind but overall its an ok rhyme
by the way the other night i gotta tell you this story
i had an orgy with fourty naughty shortys sipping fourtys
well actually there werent fourty and they werent sipping fourtys
there was only two of em and it was one hell of a orgy
yeah groovy baby
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your a chicken bitch screaming cocka doodle doo
ya "lickin doodle dude" like it was "chicken noodle soup"
damn it im real ya need to understand i got skill
get my hands on a deal and ill be the man with a mill
i know ya heard that im nice word is im trife
youll get served with the mic burner or knife
ill murder ya wife if you try and mess with my shit
unless you a bitch im the best when I spit
thats it
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i dont think your listening let me teach you simple discipline
im individual like an immigrants fingerprint
im the dude that invented music whether im selling music
ill knock from there to munich better than lennox lewis
im rawer than raw bring war to your door
saw your organs and jaw with a sword its morbid but more is in store
yeah you crazy but im rowdy and crazy
these cowards that doubt me get found in saudi aradia
ill attack battering many any adversary blood im back badder and ready like makaveli
listen guys youd be ill advised to diss or critisise
spitting bittin rhymes victims are found by the river side
get strangled by an arrangatang
they aint eating nothing like the taliban on ramadon
we badder than them mangle the camera man
and battle jacki chan with rapid hands from japan to afghanistan
even onto amsterdam let him get had while i bang his nan in the caravan spit fire like a dragon can
listen im on a mission to knock any competion off the top position
pollitians all saying that hip hop is a contradiction theyre flossing but aint got a pot to piss in
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your a chicken bitch screaming cocka doodle doo
ya "lickin doodle dude" like it was "chicken noodle soup"
damn it im real ya need to understand i got skill
get my hands on a deal and ill be the man with a mill
i know ya heard that im nice word is im trife
youll get served with the mic burner or knife
ill murder ya wife if you try and mess with my shit
word of advice im the best when I spit
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ok duskie i went on lydrical ombat and i saw zsome dude spit the same rap u did so u shuld check it out and if it was originally urs bust em on it
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nah thats me service yeah
lol | | |
heres a keystyle i came up with today
banging like j wess my styles stay fresh
like frozen food in the aisles at payless
get me on tape and i'll rape ya lyrically
and if we meet in the street i'l beat you physically
im coming up with lines and lines of metaphores
nah im just coming up with rhymes that are better than yours
im taking out competitors when i settle scores
leaving emcees bleeding wrapped in medical gauze | | |
| whaz up l like them dis send some to mail . | | |
your like a hindu you dont want beef with this
you know for me to beat you is a peace of piss
i gotta special skill you can expect its ill
so dont look skeptical or make a spectical
you know them lines i wrote are doper than lines of coke
theyll numb your throat and ya mind will choke
get me on the mic and im respected vocally
see me in the streets and im connected locally | | |
its not surprising me and you dont need eyes to see
that no emcee can be as live as me
they all strive to be as dope as me locally
rappers are like I'll be that ill vocally hopefully
and this just a free and im that pimp daddy mack
driving down the streets in that pink cadillac
your shit raps are wak mine are fatter than that
dont mean no disrespect its just a matter of fact
cause im the illest here and ill be the illest there
theres a few dope rappers round still my skill is rare | | |
my styles worth twice the price of ice and coke
slicing throats dicing blokes im so nice its dope
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its not surprising me and you dont need eyes to see
that no emcee can ever be as live as me
they all strive to be as dope as me locally
rappers are like I'll be that ill vocally hopefully
and this just a free and im that pimp daddy mack
driving down the streets in that pink cadillac
your shit raps are wak mine are fatter than that
dont mean no disrespect its just a matter of fact
cause im the illest here and ill be the illest there
theres a few dope rappers round still my skill is rare
my styles worth twice the price of ice and coke
slicing throats dicing blokes im so nice its dope
you cant rap when ever you try you choke
while my rhymes are more complicated than an isotope
youd like to hope you were half as tight
while your crew is telling you to pass the mic
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wats up yall im maggot bout to go out
i gotta quick free of the dome first b4 i go though
you play that shit before i slay that chick or spray that clip
you shut the fuck up you sound gay and shit
motherfuckers are suckers they dont say shit on dis site
where did everyone go they dont wanna get dissed on this site
its like this and like that motherfuckers are quite wak
they know im like star wars cause i strike back
im on my p plates driving a v8
and im so drunk i cant see straight | | |
wat you gonna say??
this is wat im gonna say
i used to sell more weed than youd ever need as a hippy
and i was twice as high as the water level in missisipi
now im so cold i could turn you hyperthermic g
with rhymes so dope they have to be heard hyperdermically
i hussle merchandise at twice the purchase price
merk your wife with a knife fuck church or christ | | |
yo i challenge scrap to battle again ill spit first duskie judge
haters listen to me well i rap this track
its easy to say sillytech sucks cuz scrap is wack
but im dissen a bitch
listen ta this
before your lookin for moms or missen ya sis
i have you kissin ma fist
the reason for your chuckles weed
cuz homie i beat you until my knuckles bleed
acting like you rippin glocks
while you grippin cocks
now you know i dont only spill respect
u givin us a bad rep get off a sillytech
ill spit at you do anything to get at you
take your moms and hit that too
you and the chit chat crew
ill make this bitch scrap stew | | |
man good to see you elevating
three syllables with multis and shit
nice
you keeping the lines shorter too helps the whole flow thing along
do your thing kid
one | | |
i gotta mad beat playing and i just gotta drop a quick free
i dont give a fuck about church or christ
and i hussle merchandise at twice the puchase price
when it comes to weed im punching herbs
like they were little munchkin nerds
no written raps im just spitting a factual story
kicking back sippin lemonade and midori
and shits sweet like this swiz beat
and ill free over it all night so dont diss me
and that shit be........... kinda open
but i was .................kinda hope-in
you wouldnt notice your bitch deep throatin me
to the point shes almost choking G
im leaning over groaping her opening dude
my hands just about stroaking her fallopian tube
lmao funny shit | | |
| lol nice last line but real sik homie | | |
you wak not ill cause you lack the skill
when i get on the mic i attack to kill
ill snatch ya deal wait you aint got one
thats because the shit you got aint hot son
you aint nas and you sure aint his god son
but i got a shot gun in my hands till cops come
and im busting shot like drops of hot cum
this faggot tony is a fuking phonie
he can get on his knees to suck n blow me
im shittin on emcees cause my styles hard hittin
and that verse he claims is written was bitten | | |
| tired of wacked ass bitches, piss me off worse than when my ass itches, I represent alaska, I wont be the lasta bomb back and blasta ya, kronik got you on your ass while we laugh at ya, smokin the killer green, and its abscene how much we go through in one setting im betting at least a pound or two up in alaska you know how we do. | | |
the only distribution your getting is thru napsta
while my raps sell faster from alaska to nebraska
even on to africa all the way to madagaska
ill rap till i run out of breath and gasp like i had athsma | | |
I make bitches look bad on purpose,
Hit em with a smile, full service,
keep on smackin em cuz they deserve this,
thats what you get comin out here kickin written verses,
this is freestyle you, you never heard this,,your knees are shakin i dont blame em cuz your nervous,
in a battle you cant beat me im way to clever
a few things you gotta remember you can always get better practice makes perfect but yo ass is ugly forever | | |
that shit was ok but my shit is done damn well
you think you can beat me but i got it covered like ansell
im the type of emcee you cant handle homie
you think this is written but its straight off the dome g
if my lyrics are fat yours are thinner than lara flyn boyle
and my lyrics are dope like coke smoked outta tin foil
so dont test me at the moment im just being friendly
dont tempt me to show you y im known for beating emcees
peace | | |
all my written verses i spit with purpose
your like a chick cause when you spit your worthless
i learnt to curse at birth and steal bitches purses
organise snitches hearses and i havent even hit the surface
im like jesus but evil and iller than diseases from needles
came outta the penis a genius but no genius is equal
peace
i make people look feeble u dont wanna be an example
i can handle u ill trample u and burn u like a candle | | |
all my written verses i spit with purpose
your like a chick cause when you spit your worthless
i learnt to curse at birth and steal bitches purses
organise snitches hearses and i havent even hit the surface
im like jesus but evil and iller than diseases from needles
came outta the penis a genius but no genius is equal
i make people look feeble u dont wanna be an example
i can handle u ill trample u and burn u like a candle | | |
| dude duskie ripped that kid homie | | |
just a lil keystyle
all your shit is half assed and ill always get the last laugh
the only dark past you got is from a family of half casts
i aint being a smart ass just spitting facts
kicking back with a six pack dissing ya written raps
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let me correct some shit
all your shit is half assed and ill always get the last laugh
only dark past you got is if ya family was half casts
i aint being a smart ass just spitting facts
kicking back with a six pack dissing ya written raps | | |
if you want beef or a piece of me
you must of laced ya reefa with PCP
i managed to damage an ammature
with better than average stamina
ya character aint the ONE for rappin
just turn and RUN before the GUN start clappin
you must be drinking thinking your the best emcee
i leave these whimps limping for tryna step or mess with me
homie i got a lyrical cannon unlike stoney mc pot
an empty glock is all this phoney emcee got
thats it im out for a while
peace | | |
| Duskie.. i've been reading alot of your rhymes and and anything thats any good is just a copy from underground shit like apathy and Celph Titled.. | | |
| haha like Person Jesus you were all like "you think my other shit ill listen to this" haha but as i said anything thats good is a copy. | | |
| duskie i kno u always steal lyrical miracle but if that shits true your a bitch | | |
| omfg lyrical miracles a bitch too lmao its probly the same person as duskie u gay fagget queers rippin rimes pathetic fuckin lonely loser | | |
Before you explore the masks, Define the Language he Uses
He forges through distorted craft, Designed with Blatant Abuses
Expanded length in phrases, goes and Hands in disses Nameless
his Grammar sense is tasteless, only Rants in CRIMSON statements
will Openly test a patience, dry and overly exclamated
Still Socially deaf and racist, guy’s a poetry lesson WASTED
plus ‘Upper-Cases’ insists his emphasis to other phrases,
But-his-pages ‘descend’ in significance to ‘Understatements‘
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| This is all rubbish. Grow up. | | |
dude its obvious lyrical miracle duskie emdee they all the same rap stealin bitches
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let me grab the keyboard hit record while i kick this yo
when i hear the beat i tape my feet and bust the sickest flow
the first thing to come to mind is rhymes when i do this shit
my styles never slippin always pimpin while i seen you with the hugest chick
oh thats sick is wat my whole crew was thinking
man she was so huge dont even used the excuse you were drinking
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| wtf all you mother fuckers on about .we dont kick it like back in the day my g's will come down drillin ower guns yea my m4 will make you history so when will this shit end becare full opening the door coz my g's will jump you and jack your skyline rollin down the streets on my 24s hitin every bum on the street with my low rider with a bad ass monther fucks system | | |
| switchblade, your more like switch slave, you think your good but my lyrics will put you in your grave, whats ur tombstone going to say apart from u bein gay, u think u think u can battle rap well yor crap and whack u must be smoking crack u need a smack for thinking ur better then me, im going to spit on u coz ur now my enemy so bring ur click i'll bring my dick and u can choke on it bitch | | |
| come on switchblade battle me coz no one else seems to want to battle you coz their scared of getting dissed but i aint coz i can take and diss you back even worse.....biatch!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | | |
yall should ditch the vests and get condoms for protection
cause the only time your hard is when you got an errection
ive earned my degrees but not from university
just how to serve and burn emcees universally | | |
| people need to relise not to stress or mess with me.i'll be back to spit | | |
| dusty and switch blade are gay with each other or something. u keep saying dat ur rhyme is gud and ur rhyme is gud...grow up dis is a rap battle not a gay compition | | |
you think you d best
but your more bitch than a chick with a double d chest | | |
ill give you reason to be stressed
your vocab is smaller than a b breast | | |
im gay n i wank myself over my mum everyday
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| your sad and use other peoples names aswell | | |
| when i hurt u with my lyrics dont cum crying,i aint despising i just wanna witness you dieing,i aint lieing im a real g,i murder motherfuckers lyrically, u c,fuck u to all my enemies,coz no can test dont stress or mess,my bullets will travell straight through your bullet proof vest..........my rhymes shine | | |
| my lyrics are better then all y'all on dis website | | |
| im still gay and i fuck my mummy | | |
| someone spit your lyrics. | | |
its sad that it actually took dbest three minutes to think of that sad ass shit and post it as me
proves how slow you are you stupid motherfuka grow up | | |
If dbest wanna battle I'm a show him the war,
And after this he gonna hope somebody show's him the door,
But think that peace is more likely cuz I know he aint sure,
So I'm a send him seven plague's Til he knows I'm the lord
Let's get it crackin after you I'm a smoke the tourney
But first take you out the box like Saddam's old attorney
Probably waiting on my diss so he can feed lIke a Leech,
Cause you stay in the shallow's and punk this is out of reach
My battle tactics so dirty dbest a need bleech,
Make sillytech look like the White House so you pray I'm impeached
Somebody stop me right now or I'm a murder this dude,
And throw your ass back where you came from that's further from the truth
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It's Judgment Day For Cocksuckin MCs
You Cock Nothin You're Dweebs, You Smoke Nothin But Trees
I Spit Nothin That's Weak, But These Anonymous Lames
Think They Can Stain My Past On An Anonymous Name
But Now Your Life'll Take An Anonymous Aim
It's The Opposite Of Prominent Change When I Run Up N Bang
But I Ain't Talkin Bout Macks N Rugers
So Upgrade Ya Whack Computers, I'm Torcher Like The Back Of Luger
I'm Talkin Bout Nightmares Like The Wrath Of Kruger
I Smoke Herbs AND Give Knowledge So I Pass The Buddha
You're Not Even Grasping Life So How You Graspin Rugers?
You're Nothin But A Gum Clapping Loser, And I Clap The Losers
I Ain't Gonna Lie And Say I Clip Toss Daily
But The Day That I'm Beaten Em'll Hip Toss Hailie
My Skills Have Been Tip Top Lately,
But Why Would I Showcase Em To That Which Has Turned Hip Hop Shady? | | |
| knock you sky high, gonna watch you fly, b4 you can even say goodbye in the pain an the pourin rain, what you gonna do when i go mad on you, your hitting the floor your a smelly thing, im not joking this is a real thing im not laughing wen im raising jus get your boots an go running this is were your ending take a left take that turning bring bring thats your nokia, ita a private number | | |
let me clarify this while i bust a flow
ill throw my nokia at ya like i was russel crow
and if it did ring it wouldnt be bring bring
cause it plays biggie when it goes ring ring
how you expect to diss me calling me a smelly thing
in ya last three lines you didnt rhyme anything | | |
| hold up gravity,let me bust ur flow,if u wanna reach my level u gotta grow,u stupid hoe,dont be playa hating thinkin ur da best,who u trying to impress,ur shits a mess,u say ur skills have been tip top lately,why wud u showcase em to that which has turned hip hop shady,more like ur skills have been fucked up when u open ur mouth,why wud u showcase ur mums body down south,this is the spittin game meanin peeps who can spit is aloud on it,so why you here bitch u shud forfit,so give up mother fucker ur borin me wid ur 'rhymes',coz no ones lyrics on this site is betta then mine,so for once be brave n dont suck dick,come on this site n start to spit proper lyrics | | |
your rhymes are simple and ya whole flow is basic
face it you probably think ya mastered the matrix
no mc goes around rhyming one silly syllable
your pretty pityful thinking that your lyrically invincible
dont come back bitch your raps shit i rip fat shit
now how you gonna battle me spitting that wak shit
they call him click, he claims he packs gats clips
but when the fool pulls the gat "clicks"
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that was a keystyle heres some written shit
i let him deal i just play my hand
could give a fuck if its name brand cuz im the same man
now watch the money change hands and the pockets get bigger
i stay on my grind but the intent is not to get richer
i got mouths to feed and styles to breed
cop a pound of weed and move it around with ease
but theres no growth in that
nowa days kats are shady so i fo-cus on rap
maintain my progress life is a pain to digest
so i swallow my pride and refuse to digress
ah yesss......let the fog fade away
sharpen my blade and put the point to the page
theres no point to the rage so i calm myself
and roll a joint of the haze | | |
anonymous,ur cool,ur bad,ur rhymes flow gud 2,
but ur tryin to be biggie n pac dats not wot u shud do,be ur self instead of a bein a phonie,ur not my homie but let me give u advice,battlin wid me ur making a sacrifice,be brave coz i no ur not lyk dis in da street,u claim 2 pack heat but ur jus a pussy,i proceed 2 make fake mc's bleed while they flee they c me n i c them they no im a g,ur a d coz u jus duck out,battle me n we'll c who will suck out,u think ur a soulja i told ya its ova i'll fold ya wen im in my range rover bend ur bitch ova,u wanna challenge,once i cut ya ur blood will b pourin gallons,shit all u seem to chat about is pistols,wot i spit shines lyk crystals,
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| y u called anonymous u a guy with no betta name,wot a shame,u looking for fame,in dis game,u'll feel da pain from these lyrics i throw at ya,i'll make u bow down turn around and i'll smack ya,i am da lyrically aclaimed click click pow! uve just droped down gangsta,im flowin lyk 50 cent coz u nothin but a wanksta,i dont need 2 act like biggie n pac 2 show dat u suck,u sound like a white person dats gettin drunk on titanic when the ship sunk,holdin ur dick like eminem trying to be black,u cant even hold ur dick its like finding a needle in a hay stack,so let go of ur so called bulls and b real,im untouchable u cant battle me im as hard as steel | | |
| you obviously no nothing bout rap and good lyrics if you honestly think your as great as you say | | |
| i think deep down you know your wak | | |
| gravity i aint got beef with u ur gud i'll admit but dont get involved | | |
i will come 2 u later.if u know bout rap.explain 2 me then homie
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lets hear ur lyrics coz u r gud but i wud beat u at least once in a battle rap.ur da only person dat i can say has gud lyrics but i aint scared of battlin u or any1.wen i read dis site u were da 1st person dat i wanted 2 battle coz i know u can give me a challenge every1 on dis site is easy 2 beat even if u dont think so.i like ur lyrics but u battle me and i'll crush them homie.but u got my respect but if u get involved with me and some1 i'll diss u infront of every1 on dis site.so try it.respect gravity
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im as hot as a star coming out the barrel of a gun
bringing more heat than the belly of the pharoah of the sun
after he stomaches the fact he'll seem average when im done
so soak up the point like an arrow in a sponge
a battle would be wrong like two left shoes on the right foot
i chew whack crews kike jaws and hannibal tryin ta fight hook
i'd make you piss in ya pants while only giving a slight look
when im speeding in the porsche the wind'll leave ya bike shook
no beef if ya got respect | | |
gravity ur nothing but a dick.ur lyrics r shit
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i no u have copied dem lyrics from sum1 coz ive seen them sum wer else bitch
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so stop rappin coz ya cant
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taste this,u emcees think ur all the greatest,face it,u peeps cant say shit,ur basic,
when i approach u i'll make u feel warm n timid,
with these lyrics im flippin u shud start quittin,coz im winnin,
lame emcees hearts stop wen they c me,
same wen g's start to hop wen i proceed,
i'll make their head burst make them hurt c it squirt,
while it works,spill da blood sockets fill my glock pockets,hold the gat in 1 hand drop them like quick sand,
get these emcee g's shook up get my right hook up watch dem look up,but i stay steadily grinding get their hoe from behind then,watch them scream while their bitch starts to cream coz im the click with then real dick g's wanna be me
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| clicks gud n gravity is.d13 u spit | | |
ive got da ability 2 make emcees shiver,make emcees quiver,bust there gut n open there liver,
they c my crew n they start 2 stew,
coz they didnt knew,wot i cud do,
sum emcees scream THUG LIFE like pac,
not knowin dat im flowin screamin tug knife den they duck,
peeps need 2 no wot im sayin aint a joke i aint playin,
bitches r praying dat i aint cumin their way then,
i explode like a rocket bust their throat n their socket,
hold up,hold on,stop it,they scream i admit ur rockin,
but my head dont grow big they've seen,
there's did before i came on the scene,
but hey there graves waitin,
lets start crematin b4 they get the chance 2 start comtemplatin,
givin up is wot there tinkin of,
but i cant blame them spark n start a flame then,
cremate them.
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ive got da ability 2 make emcees shiver,make emcees quiver,bust there gut n open there liver,
they c my crew n they start 2 stew,
coz they didnt have a clue,wot i cud do,
sum emcees scream THUG LIFE like pac,
not knowin dat im flowin screamin tug knife den they duck,
peeps need 2 no wot im sayin aint a joke i aint playin,
bitches r praying dat i aint cumin their way then,
i explode like a rocket bust their throat n their socket,
hold up,hold on,stop it,they scream i admit ur rockin,
but my head dont grow big they've seen,
there's did before i came on the scene,
but hey there graves waitin,
lets start crematin b4 they get the chance 2 start comtemplatin,
givin up is wot there tinkin of,
but i cant blame them spark n start a flame then,
cremate them.
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"im flowin screamin tug knife den they duck,"
tug knife den they duck????????? bahaha wtf
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tug knife means throw a knife and they duck means 'duck out' meanin run away.havent u heard that b4 coz trust me dats wot in means.sorry if u didnt understand
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| anonymous i aint heard u spit in time bruv wots been goin on.spit again init.or u scared lol | | |
have heard this guys shitty fucking raps
ive heard them and the shit is fucking wack
hes ducking caps from every fucking gat on the market
and when it comes to beef im a bbq just start it
and ill bring the heat and smoke you like a bush fire
ill bring more heat than your entire empire
listen up dont make me smack you sucker
my raps are rougher your the wackest fucker
you think your as black as pac but you wack as fuck
and the reason im gone slap you up is cause you crack me up
i hate to break it to you but you got a lame flow
carrying on like a bitch more than j-lo
man i bet your softer than a mango
and love when the rain goes so you can watch the rainbow | | |
| heavy! wat you like that shit? | | |
| yh it woz cool bruv.i no u can do betta den dat 2 u dat woz nuttin but it woz still gud.i rate u. | | |
i dare u 2 step,
watch my knife rip ur neck,
c ur body get recked,
n feel da affect,
u claim dat i crack u up,
but da only thing dat cracks up is da shit u crap up,
back up or get smack up,now hear this...
u peeps wanna dis me bout my lyrics,
but now im bout 2 rip out n mek flip out ur brain n mek u feel it,coz im the realist u peeps betta notice,
dis woz a freestyle fuck all y'all if u dnt lyk it.
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i hope it was off the dome
cause that style i cant condone
i could grab the microphone
and step to that all alone
cause i can rhyme one syllable without trying
got so many rhymes in my mind while im typing
mention fighting and you gonna go down
cause jeet kune do is my style spread the word around
but for now ill just show you i can rhyme off the top
i wont stop till you drop so go cop a decent rhyme or stop | | |
i settle scores with better metaphores
and vendettas and wars with berettas and metal swords
whether your a horror movie or pack glocks and uzzis
you could never sock it to me cause not even rockets move me | | |
| fuck all yall niggas king g coming through ill take u out wit tha nine then go at ya crew all yall niggas pussy im saying it out loud yall run to the police in I gotta deal wit dis shit ima say sorry officer but i had to empty tha clip so dont trip or ill put one in ya hip then we in court ima say judge my trigga finger slipped | | |
On da real doe I thank click raps whack he talk about the same shit every verse he talk about crack
if U come to the met ill front U a sack
in if U try to stick me up ill take U out wit the mak
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King G since wen has every line i say been bout crack,listen,
who da fuck r u step back n stop rappin,
ur lyrics r slackin plus u claim ur packin but ur wankin,
u aint packin heat so seat back n take a seat,
i wud be in my sleep n u still dont have the aim 2 shoot me,
n yeah give me a sack and i'll put u in2 1,
i'll have u suckin my dick without eatin the condom,
dont blame me dats wot u do dats ur hobbies,
i heard u used 2 get bummed in the hotel lobbies,
so do u call urself KING G coz u think u can diss,
ur gettin banged while im smokin weed gettin pussy now tell me who the real g is,
n yeah i may not be the best here 2,
but i least i aint frontin wen i say im betta then u,
shit u can only type 3 lines with shit rhymes n u have the nerve 2 call me whack,
pussy get the fuck outta here b4 u get smacked,
ur gettin dissed n embarrased n ur pissin with fear,
but i aint gonna allow u especially if ur stayin here,
so b4 u drop ur lyrics and flop em...make sure u know wot ur sayin b4 u drop em. | | |
| Wow, everybody is rappin' negative. | | |
im gonna repost this so yall can see some good lyrics lmao
i settle scores with better metaphores
and vendettas and wars with berettas and metal swords
whether your a horror movie or pack glocks and uzzis
you could never sock it to me cause not even rockets move me | | |
| r u repostin dat coz u cant think of anything else to say | | |
| nik-nak ur pretty wack i smack u back track to the begining when u thought u were winning u blew past dont look back oh u did well heres my mack in ur face now u in last place im at the front of the race with a steady pace my lyrics will always hit u in the face with fury and grace | | |
dont wanna bttle me u dumb mother fucker
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| anonymous u chat the same rubbish everytime u try 2 rap shut up coz u crap and wack | | |
some quick shit off the top
listen damage your average with two line stamina your ammature im manager here to damage ya
that wasnt me above some other faggot
oh wait that other faggot is you ya maggot
try and rep ya name while i disect ya brain
with a scalpel i doubt well get alone unless ya change
im ahead in this race with a steadier pace
you couldnt please me if you were to beg in the place | | |
some quick shit off the top
listen damage your average with two line stamina
your ammature im the manager here to damage ya
that wasnt me above some other faggot
oh wait that other faggot is you ya maggot
try and rep ya name while i disect ya brain
with a scalpel i doubt well get alone unless ya change
im ahead in this race with a steadier pace
you couldnt please me if you were to beg in the place | | |
| fuck u u lame piece of dog shit.u motherfuckin cock suckin dick ridin pussy hole. | | |
| fuck u u lame piece of dog shit.u motherfuckin cock suckin dick ridin pussy hole. | | |
ur jus a motherfucker dat chats nothing jus air,
u repeat wot ur sayin 2 try n make all of us stare,
tryin 2 diss peeps u cant so dont dare,
u dont rap coz u no i'll diss back or maybe ur scared,
u call urself damage how can u manage 2 say u can mc,
please, u dont no wot dat means so dont proceed 2 speak, i'll make u feel small lyk a seed,
coz u cant defeat me, lyrically, u cant c me,
dis is 4 every1 on dis site dont get it twisted,
step 2 me n peeps will get fisted,ur names r listed,
coz peeps try 2 dis me coz im on da top of da mountain,
i make people piss them selfs lyk a water fountain,
no shoutin involed, wen i rap i evolve, no 1 can solve da brutality dats involved,
wen i fight u dont c fright in my eyes,
people need a disguise b4 they get fried,
tym 2 testify, suckers need 2 no dat i dont lie,peeps die,
i cut motherfuckers n dismember their body,
listen 2 dis warnin while im performin or be sorry.
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| maaan fuck all u bitches dump ur rhymes in 2 diches and come fuck wit a nigga if u think ur bigga my tongue's like a trigga i pull it it fires just like my pistol the rapgame i control its my role 2 hustle make cash from slangin crack 2 grass shootin dice then blast ur ass niggaz tryin 2 earn stripes on mics rapin like dikes u have no clue of wut ill do 2 u punk grab the 12 gage pump toss u in the trunk smokin a blunt of indo blowin smoke out the window snatch ur bitch grab her tits watch her split her legs while she givin head 2 my nigga red dont hate am just a playa from east van wit gangsta rhymes n a killas mind but what eva i understand u bustas suckas do wut they can right? | | |
c-jay ur smokin indo's while im fuckin hoes,
only ur girl knows how she makes my dick grow,
i start the show,while u try 2 spit,
i lick ur girls clit while im suckin her tits n shes suckin my dick,
dont attempt 2 diss,
go n have sum practice,
wen ur done cum n try this,
watch urself fail,
cum back n u will get nailed,
u best sail out or get bailed out,
coz once ur in theres no runnin,
ur trapped now try n step n u'll c,
y im the real click wid the real chicks n u cant touch me wen it cums 2 lyrics.
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comon click u kall that lyrics u licked my hoes clit
she played u like a trick u think ur slick but u aint shit
actually u is shit n u will get hit wit this hollow tip
watch it spin like the matrix
i always win specialy against trix
like u fool oh yea n fuck u2
cant step 2 a true damu
man i tell my lil nigga kane 2 blast u
before i'll jack ur ass n laugh at u
shut up shut up
is that all u can say let me get my gat up
i mean wut u doin in this battle site
if u cant rap maan wut da fuck is that
now let me get back
2 the real click wit the real ugly chicks
see i were'nt even tryin 2 diss
man i piss on ur lyrics
i dont even pay attention 2 it
but its cool ill let u try 2 spit
rhymes that dont meen shit
its cool i aint hatin B
C-Jay's who I be
remember me when u battle G
just remember that u cant fade me | | |
i cant fade u...bitch please u must be drunk u aint makin sense,
i'll make u feel tense coz u cant say nuttin in ur defence,
take a break and wait jus look wots a stake,
ur makin a mistake ur facing ur fate n dats me,
c-jay's who u be yeah ur jus the fake G,
u c i'll spark a flame in ur brain,
coz ur tryin 2 spit in dis game,
u better quit coz ur shaming dis websites name,
wid ur fucked up lyrics dats lame,
wait,i dont think i shud even call dat lyrics,
u aint got the quality to try n spit,
shit,y im i wastin my time wid a trick,
ur just a prick,
wid nuttin better to say then im c-jay,
ur such a drip who the fuck cares who u r,
u try 2 spit bars,
c-jay stop chattin out of ur arse,
so i aint remmembering u but u best remmember me,
u try 2 battle g i'll send u 2 the cemetery.
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wen u niggas try n spit make sure u can,
come to dis battle land n act like a real man,
peeps tryin 2 dis me the most coz they know im the danger,
wen i spit at niggas they spit back wid lyrics much stranger,
'i aint the best' dats wot u people say,
but wen i spit at peeps they dont spit back 4 days,
not because they aint online,
coz they have to think of rhymes n lines,
i come on hear everyday,
unless peeps aint got shit 2 say,
i can freestyle in any way,
im makin peeps hear this n not wanna stay
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my flows tighter then a hookers pussy,
i'll diss peeps wid ease so dont push me,
coz the click's never slippin,
im always dippin in the spot,
my lyrics always hot,
dis shits never gonna stop,
till all u dickheads drop,
u peeps gonna get socked,
i'll pull out my glock,
n blow of ur cock,
watch u chumps get thumped,
watch bitches blow me then get dumped,
coz i dont give a fuck i jus fuck them n leave them,
y,coz im jus like a demon i'll make u swallow my semon,
it will take a lyrical myrical b4 u get up the rankin,
ur lyrics r gettin weaker while my lyrics stay bangin,
a challenge is wot i need,
im chillin in my crib smokin weed,
waitin 4 a certain dweeb,
thats man enough 2 battle me.
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your flows tighter than a hookers pussy? lol
mad metaphore man especially as hookers pussys arent tight
my rhymes are tighter than the vagina of a minor from china
now thats a mad metaphore | | |
ya'll shyt ez whack like mc hammer on crack
all ya'll spittin` rymez ya under attack
thatz rite nik nak yur rymez are crap
what you rite et asleep while takin a nap
bust shotz at meh n ill bus bak
i take no flack cuz son i can rap
not like v-ice but more like o-trice
cause you be actin all hood
more like a hood rat and im tha bat
and batz eat ratz thatz a proven fact
so nex tyme nik nak you drop a verse
ya be reppin ya rymez en a hurse
cuz yur unda mi curse
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all dat i bet u had 2 reherse it, me, i drop my lyrics unexpectedly lyk bird shit,u cant curse shit,
151 u jus aint hearin me,
1 shot n ur disaperin g,
the cemetry is where u shud be,
restin wid the worms eternally,
burnin in hell aswell but listen i got a story 2 tell,
ur jus a new comer tryin 2 make an impression,
wid no protection,
151 learn dis lesson,
step in dis site prepare 2 get fried,
n u no y dont denie u aint got shit 2 say,
u say im unda attack but dats not a fact,
u wanna bus back,
well u need 2 get a gat,
b4 u try 2 handle dat,
pleaseeee u cant cum close 2 me,
shit u no wot u cant cum close 2 gravity,
even nik nak's got more style,
n i'll make u run 4 miles read this wid a smile,
laugh now cry later wid these lyrics dat r greater,
first, im gonna shoot ur head n make it burst,
n send u in ur hurst,
chop up ur body make sure ur restin in pieces,
rip of ur bulls n throw em 2 the leeches,
ur jus insane with no aim 2 shoot any gat,
the shootin range is where u shud be at,
151 u betta run,
n wen im done,
i'll smoke some blunts drink sum rum,
get sum pussy have sum fun,
unda ur curse....ha ha ha dats all im sayin,
u want betta lyrics 2 battle me.....start prayin
151 i dont give a fuck if ur black,white,asian or mixed race like me.u still cant say shit, u cum in here 4 the first time n u aint got no rhyme in any of those lines dat woz actually worth readin. jus like i told that nigga c-jay, if any motherfucker on dis site aint got shit 2 say dont cum back n if u cant rap at least practise u stupid MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!
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my styles raw my raps are hardcore
like a hole in one on a par four
im holdin it down like a paper weight
dont wait to get paid i take the cake
cause im making cake and doe like bakerys
i break my foes and bake emcees
and fill the top spot without vacancys
and if emcees disagree ill break their knees | | |
my rhymes r rougher coz im the rap phenomenon,
i hurt the normal emcees n the so called rapper dons,
im the neck twister pistol gripper glock spitter,
wid this lyrical magic n rhymes thats sound sicker,
c i rhyme quicker,
there aint no need 4 lying,
i jus drop my flow while im improvising,
n other bitches r at home revising,
coz their whole flow aint right dispite the fact their crap,
c,sum people envy me,while i empty g's,
wid 1 shot wid the glock,n their on their knees,
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"Ode to the St-Hubert Guy":
oé chickenman
Fais-moi pas de chicanes
Donee moi mon poulet
Mon coleslaw à volonté
Je veux b'en manger
j'suis en trein de regarder
du hockey féminin
qu'en-penses tu, chickenman? | | |
bruv if ur gonna rap or try n rap on dis site plzzzz speak english!!!!!!! coz how da fuck r we gonna no wot ur sayin?lol
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as hard as u peeps think u r u cant spit bars,
so u better step back or u will gettin scared,
u may laugh but u try a battle me u wont get far,
i'll fuck ur sister n buss in her face,
dats wot u get 4 tryin 2 rap in dis place,
stick my fist between ur teeht like tooth paste
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| that was basic and wak more wak than basic | | |
| go n fuck ur self n fuck of if u aint rappin its taken u 11 dayz jus to say dat fuckin shit u u pussy hole | | |
| im just saying when you rhyme paste with place its basic and stick my fist between ur teeht like tooth paste is one of the wakest metaphores ive heard sorry if you dont like hearing it but it had to be said | | |
Mann, just give me a second and a couple syllables
it won't be long before I make a few bills from my lyricals
i wrecc like i keep losin' control of steerin' wheels
if you think you sicc with flow then i'm curin' ills
came to sillytech to see where i'll bring tha dram' at
i don't palm gats, just spit bomb raps to bomb cats
'got long stats to guarantee more murderous contracts
u gone, i'll have u losin' contact like losin' a contact
my vision is 20/20 but only before a bottle of 20/20
after that i buy 200 lotto tickets and pay with 20 20s
i spit crazy dimes at whomever, anytime, anywhere
i'm off tha rocker like an old bytch fallin' out her chair
I'm too much for 'Rap' fans, better go cop that John Cena
in tha meanwhile i still wet more niggaz than Hurricane Katrina
but you never my equivalent 'cause i'm too explosive
I'm tha best thing to happen since Mary fucced Joseph
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shittt u wanna battle me u must be feelin queasy,
from da shit u've been smokin bitch tek it easy,
believe me, ur da best thing since mary fucced joseph,
pleaseeee stop rhymin dat shit coz ur gettin roasted,
shit u must be drinkin and gettin fucked of liquor,
2 try and battle me wid dem lyrics dat r shitter,
gravity u must think ur glorious,
u c my lyrics stay notorious,
ur gettin involved again n i aint allowin u dis time,
b4 i pull out my nine let me kill u with this lyrical skill,
u wanna dis me dats kool have fun,
but wot u gonna say after u run from dis magnum i'll stick down ur tougue,
lyrically or myrically u cud never touch me,
c watch wot ur sayin g,
im declarin victory,
betta watch ur step wen u step 2 me.
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ur gettin involved again n i aint allowin u dis time,
b4 i pull out my nine let me kill u with this lyrical skill
maaaaan this shit doesnt even rhyme lmao
then you rhyme tongue, fun, g and me
man you aint even on my level
i laugh at your pityful attempt to be tough
you wak
too wak in fact that to see your wak
get the fuck outta here and get some decent lyrics | | |
so u wanna make shit worst and get ur self burst,
u'll get smaked first someone call the black hurst,
i'll roll on u n ur crew lyk an avalanche,
while people jus stand and glance,
u'll get banged lyk chrisdye from france,
coz i shoot bullets harder then canon balls,
i'll do anything to c u fall,
i have u shakin in ur boots while givin the police a call,
shit u think im givin up in this battle,
everyone i battle i can handle,
ur givin male emcees a bad name u betta change sex,
shit my rhymes are more solid then a gold rolex,
u think u flows betta,
but my rhymes r fresher,
i'll make u obese like biggie and stay disease,
ive got the skill 2 release my piece of lyrical speech while im asleep,
gravity please, i'll hurt u and make u bleed,
shoot u dead and make the blood drip in ur dungarees,
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Riders Strong till the End n The Outcome We Bomb thru a Pen
Snitches get Shots So the CALICO Bound to SADAM UR MEN!
Dont Let the Gat Glow at ur Rat Hole for Actin CASTRO
Actin like Kings, Dummies dont get ur HAT THROWN!
Grav the Warrior n Struggle to Keep the Hustle Alive
While u YAP ur Teeth watchin Hustler's Survive
End up where u Were Born or keep the Lead Tucked Wherever U On Cus Enemies Strong
Grav Known cus his Cheddhar be Long, Bloody Murder ur Ride n Get ur Leather Seat Torn!
And Imma Finish this Soon cus Niggas Diminish Before I Give ems the Tomb
This Business from the Womb, MaFcukas Shittin their News
Cus Grav Ill Enough to Kill when he Give Em Previews
Dont Trip, Laced Up, Get SHOT Everyday for Livin in ur SHOES!
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When it comes to beef, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila,
make ur mouth swollen so its much bigger,
keepin,my finger on da trigger,
n once i press it i'll have u callin me da grave digger,
nigger, bcoz ur shits whack, no tym 2 act,
aint it a fact, dats most of u lack,
in skill, drop me da pistol, tym 2 kill,
with my lyrics so ill,
motherfuckers face it, im jus da greatest,
i aint a racist, but most of u wanna trade places,
i dnt no wether its coz im black,in fact,
i noe u wanna be me bcoz of the doe i stack,
da gat, is wot im using it aint confusin,
wen u lot try 2 rhyme its jus so amusing,
i'll give u a quick kick make ur liver flip,
give u girl a hit wid my dick n make her lip shift,
i'll have u shiverin quiverin wid my presence,
n i'll leave u guessin if im still an adolescent,
i cud be 15 to twen-tyfive,
n im also known 4, tak-in lifes
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When it comes to beef, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
thats the second line youve bitten off biggie get the fuck out you faggot | | |
Soon as the Lights Go Black I Pop the Rifle Back So they call me the PyschoPath...
Niggas Like what the Price on That, Put the Bets n Dice Throw That cus Grav got that HEIST FLOW JACK!
Lil Nigs Flowin like Me thinkin they Can Fit in His Business
Leave You Leakin in a Lake for Actin Too BIG For YOUR BRIDGES!
Grav Put u on LockDown n make u Sink in Your Prisons
In Beef You Dont Want Wat I BRING to the Kitchens
CAP like ME? Nah Leave u Handicapped, put ur THINKS on ur Fitteds!
All the Slick Lines Wouldnt Save You, BITIN? You Diein to be LABELED...
Make u MIND ur Manners n Literally DINING on the Table
Shove a Fork in ur Throat N Leave a Hole the Size of a BAGEL!
You dont Wanna Gamble with this HeavyWeight
Red Meat Kill at a Steady Pace - Sharp enough to Machetti Face
Leave Treadmarks on POLICE if they Chevy Chase - Clowns get their Belly Laced
With Cobra Bites, Grav got Deadly Traits, Got a Haitian Nigga who got Bodies on every Thread he Makes!
Act Secure, Its your Bitch Imma Have to Cure
Make her Twitch when I Bust - She Know I turn ur Best TRACKS to Manure
Nigga Im Massive, Sure, Thats why yall Fags Get Mauled!
Get a Slug to ur Knee or Some that will Front ur Teeth n LeaVE u Slumped in ur Seat
And its Nutin to Me, The Burner Shovel Lead that get DUG in ur MEAT!
Fcuk Followin ur Dream, Im Who Niggas Runnin to Be, You not Ready for what My Hundreds will REACH!
Jungle Hustlers Feed on Muscle thats Weak - Its a Pity thats who U Bundled to Be
Sittin in a Dungeon with Weed, Homeboy have Nutin to Speak, No Discussion Unique
So I Rush In,BUST IN with the Heat - No Witnesses to Leak n get Cuffin the Fleet
Its Murder when I gET Ghost, Sadly I Leave U One with the Sheet
Shoot the Ambulance Up while u STruggle to Breath!
Grav a Monster N I Run with the Truest Niggas
my crew Shooters Pick UPS on ur Loser Scriptures
Bite the Hand that Feed You, Still the KING make u Do the Dishes cus My Units BIGGEST!
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| u may not beleive me but i jus heard 1 of biggies songs n i swear down i didnt mean to tek his lyrics i listen to biggie but 2day woz the 1st tym ive heard dat song. | | |
grav not only my lines but also ur rhymes sound familiar,
its shit like words from bolivia,
didnt u noe this aint no trivia,
im full of 12 gauges,
full of rages,
no need to shoot at ranges,dis also 4 da new comer strangers
my aim is to wicked to be shit,
i aint gonna call on a hit,
i'll tek grav out myself u prick,
coz u steppin in da danger zone,
shit my flows to fuckin strong,
u keep tryin 2 go on,
but theres gonna be a piont where u stop n i bomb,
remmember i told u i aint stoppin,
im lettin lyrics continue floppin,
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grav not only my lines but also ur rhymes sound familiar,
its shit like words from bolivia,
didnt u noe this aint no trivia,
im full of 12 gauges,
full of rages,
no need to shoot at ranges,dis also 4 da new comer strangers
my aim is to wicked to be shit,
i aint gonna call on a hit,
i'll tek grav out myself u prick,
coz u steppin in da danger zone,
shit my flows to fuckin strong,
u keep tryin 2 go on,
but theres gonna be a piont where u stop n i bomb,
remmember i told u i aint stoppin,
im lettinv ur lyrics continue floppin,
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| every1 is so out of order dissin eachother but its clear dat gravity aint gonna give up n click aint gonna give up noe 1 else seems to be battlin so maybe every1 is scared i cant rap so i aint gonna try battlin click or gravity but im here jus just call it peace coz both of u have got skills even if both of u disagree bout eachother coz i noe gravity tinks clicks shit n click thinks gravitys shit n its clear none of u r gonna stop battlin till 1 of u give up n dats not gonna happen jus scroll up dis page n c how many times u lot have dissed eachother its stupid so startin from now maybe u lot shud jus rap but dont battle eachother if u get wot i mean. peace. | | |
i've got 2 ways to hear a motherfuckers heart beat,
first, i c him in the street show him dat ive brought the heat,
second make him taste defeat,
coz im trapped with my gat all day,
i make him pray once i get my pistol den i spray,
get on ur knees is wot i sed to him,
b4 he died he replied dont kill me dats a sin,
but it woz to late,
me showin no mercy to that pussy woz his fate,
february the eighth was his death date,
n his death fucked up the murder rate,
i c him shake before i shoot his chest,
he should of put on his bulletproof vest before he faced his death,
i c his lips quiver as he passed that day,
he felt the pain 4 real as i laughed away,
i saw the sweat drippin from his shirt,
i approached slowly as i closely saw the blood squirt,
he was dead,
2 bullets to the head is wot he took,
i then heard the sound of sirens that got me shook,
could i be a criminal, i done it for my own protection,
i slowly rolled the blunt lookin at my own reflection,
standing infront of the mirrow with the murder weapon,
i started guessin if i hear the footsteps of someone steppin,
i must be flippin,
i then i look out my window and c the police cars,
i wonder will i be desease or released behind bars,
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i've got 2 ways to hear a motherfuckers heart beat,
first, i c him in the street show him dat ive brought the heat,
second make him taste defeat,
coz im trapped with my gat all day,
i make him pray once i get my pistol den i spray,
get on ur knees is wot i sed to him,
b4 he died he replied dont kill me dats a sin,
but it woz to late,
me showin no mercy to that pussy woz his fate,
february the eighth was his death date,
n his death fucked up the murder rate,
i c him shake before i shoot his chest,
he should of put on his bulletproof vest before he faced his death,
i c his lips quiver as he passed that day,
he felt the pain 4 real as i laughed away,
i saw the sweat drippin from his shirt,
i approached slowly as i closely saw the blood squirt,
he was dead,
2 bullets to the head is wot he took,
i then heard the sound of sirens that got me shook,
could i be a criminal, i done it for my own protection,
i slowly rolled the blunt lookin at my own reflection,
standing infront of the mirrow with the murder weapon,
i started guessin if i hear the footsteps of someone steppin,
i must be flippin,
i then i look out my window and c the police cars,
i wonder will i be desease or released behind bars,
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dis is my lyrics, my little bro wos uppercut i swear on my grans grave dis is my lyrics
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| u know these r good lyrics....yo gravity wot u tink its tym 2 calm r beef down....sorry with the miss understandin but uppercut wos my little bro n went i tped up my lyrics his name wos still there n i posted it by mistake anyway i want ur opinion wot u tink? | | |
| lmao your lil bro bahahah yeah sure you wrote it then forgot to change your name back admit it you fucked up lmao | | |
| ok i'll prove it....i bet uppercut wont even come back on coz that was my bro jus keep comin on n u will c | | |
| u jus cant tek it dat im better | | |
lol if it makes u happy yeah i did fuck up. come on then lets battle.
shit dis liitle pussy gravity wants 2 battle me everyday,
im jus waitin 4 the day wen his chest gets sprayed,
gravity, its not my fault that ur not knowin,
my glocked cocked ur gonna drop when my shots flowin,
being a good rapper is what u fantasize,
dont denie, my drive by could make u paralised,
i'll leave u in the street with no heart beat, pulverized,
the only way u get pleasure is by masturbation,
i'll show no fear, watch ur body disappear like evaporation,
this wars like freddie vs jason,
grav u may have more doe while ive got da flow,
im letting dis site know im stayin until u go,
we that happen, ur styles borin like a claude monet drawin,
im sittin here yawnin,
my styles basic dats all u people can spit,
its like you've gone from lickin clits to suckin dicks,
but that aight,i'll put my other flow through ur girls split,
u lot continue to despise but also realise,
that i eat motherfuckers like im eattin fries,
shit, im untouchable like a desert stormed,
i dare u to say another thing but u have been warned,
for a pussy like u, i aint even tryin to battle to my fullest,
u got the pistol in ur hand u betta puul it,
dont hesitate before u disintegrate,
ive said this before but i'll say it again, when u battle me u face ur fate.
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ill bet you dont even have a brother
y would he say you have skills is he as disillusioned as you? bahah
its obvious that uppercut is click not his brother
and click wants piece lmao you pussy atleast i know you think i got skills i would be the first to accept you have skills but you aint got any. your wak you can write wak bar after wak bar bout me i dont care your nothing to me. | | |
| looooool u think i think u have good skills lol please! all u do is use any word u get from the dictionary and make it rhyme with sum other word lol ur takin this shit 2 serious u need to chill im jus using bars against u coz u do dat 2 me its dat simple. ur jus a joker u honestly beleive i think ur good lol i said u were good for one of ur bars not every single rap u do lol u joker....and u havent even said any 1 of my bars r good but i can take it coz i really dont give a shit coz im still gonna kepp spittin even if u think its crap coz i aint backin down from no 1 bruv so u can say im wak and i spit wak bars thats ok but ur jus a pussy its dat simple, u try to do ur style to much like the other peeps on this website like duskie and switchblade and all of dem and yeah i admit i copied a line from biggie but at least i changed it into my own version and in his song he says...'wen it comes 2 SEX im similar to the thrillar in manila' i sed wen it comes to BEEF and the rest of them bars were different u pussy so it proves dat ur the one dats disillusioned and cant read u made it sound like i copied everything. and what about jay z in his song 'bonnie and clide' with beyonce....he copied the chorus from 2pac song 'me and my girlfriend' on his makaveli album so jay z copied him but he made his own version by changing the words in every verse so there aint nothing from with using the same line as long as u turn it into ur own version and u noe im right....and all this about im wak.....dats not a fact dats ur opinion but at least ur speakin ur mind dats good but im speakin mine aswell and i dnt tink ur all dat coz its only a couple of ur lines i liked the rest of them were boring and i werent gettin in to them...but anyway u wanna dis me then expect me to dis backthats how it is but if there aint no battle fine lol | | |
ha ha YOUR A BITER
established emcees use old songs to give their music a retro feel they do it openly everyone knows wat theyre doing. fabolous is a prime example.
you just bit a line straight up your not established your a wak netcee so its biting its totally different dont try and justify your biting by saying famous rappers do it and you changed a word thats the most pathetic thing i ever heard your a fool man grow up | | |
...U Are Not In my League...
A Quick Smack Shut this Petty Whore's Respiration
For Being Bitched u Have a Twenty Four Seven Reputation!
Whos Rep u Chasin, Niggas Talk Shit Except u Take It
Tight Fist Up cus u get Cracked On for being a Lite Skinned Chump
Whose Life Sink Cuffed eversince FlyMizz's Dyked this Pup!
If I Pulled a Gun this Dummy would Flee the Scenes for a Knife
U not in the Same League for a Fight...
Smack ur Face into Humility 360 Degrees to the Right!
Cocksucka I Know u Will never Get my Levels of Literacy
Only because u are on ur Way to achievin new Medals in the Bitch Degree!
If I Spit on Your Face U would Drop TO Kiss the Feet!
U aint doin Dirt in ur Corner, U Are Dirt on the Corner N u Know this without me Hurtin ur Purposeless HONOR!
Im Actin like u Earn Respect, When in Truth all u Deserve is Death - How u RIDIN when u BussCatchin ur Turn to Rep
I Should Shell ur Street for lettin u act tough in a Turtle Neck
Try this Don, I Got a Case Yesterday for Posession of a Fire Arm
But I Still Murder ur Entire Squad while u walk around with a Wired Thong!
Im Raw with the Truest Style, Have ur SetUps Backfire in ur Face TO Wipe off ur Foolish Smile
Grimey n my Hood is Foul while ur mind Games get Outwit By a Juvenille!
The Beast is Cruel n Seasoned to make ur Fountain of Hope into a Bleedin Pool
Ill have ur Acheivements Muled - Talk Down to You even if I was Three Foot Two
U was RIDIN Tonight But Next Mornin Call a Cab Bitch
Im Done with all the Yappage - Cus in All Seriousness I Aint Sonned You...
I Just Gave u DAUGHTER STATUS!
...hahaha...Fcuk off me Clown...
...Go find Another Hero Nigga...
...Im Done... | | |
uve gave me daughter status lol u tink u dissed me...its gonna tek more den dat 2 humiliate me lol u joka....
nigga, i hope ur listening i shud of killed u at u cristening,
theres 2 many haters so dis battles never finishing,
i deserve to die is wot u said but to me ur already dead,
make u feel da pain for real when u get shot in da head,
im prayin u die slowly in the streets and u dont rest in peace,
once ur desease i hope ur buried underneath me in the concrete,
imagining dat im damagin ur lungs leaving them dangling,
hangin out ur broken ribbs and i'll kill ur unborn kids,
im sicker den sick im to sick and bad to be mad,
but im glad dat u had,
a chance to face the criminal,
u think i aint on ur level,
nigga, ur not on mine, ur using these lines u probably got of ur baby sister,
before i twist ya like the tornado twister,
feel the shock of my lines from the electrifying lyric flipper,
gravity,u cant handle me im dangerous like weed,
u smokin seeds while im gettin speed,
ur gravity i'll blow u out dis galaxy,
out the whole universe make u eat my shit like a savage c,
u cant faze me,
this weed must be makin u dizzy,
i aint feelin queasy but i'll make u flee,
u'll probably run if i didnt even have a gun,
dats y im havin fun
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this is for every1 dats dislikes me and my flow and my style....fuck every single 1 of u....
Worldwide im the don in my on rhymes,
gotta call my crew wen we bomb wid our strong lines,
watch me bang on all u motherfuckers,
ive got the best click wid the best shit coz we thug brothers,
now can u hear me,
im spittin clearly,
i know u fear me,
2 close to me not 2 hear me,
slide on u cock suckers,
ride on u motherfuckers, please,
recognize that my whole clicks g's,
we can get wild, but understand jus whos gotta,
pistol and an ak enough to make u stutter,
in this chapter, i'll shatter ur bladder and make u flatter,quit the chatter,
now can ya, stop talkin, get the walkin,
im sick and tired of given u a warning,
but now its over i've told ya whos the true soulja,
i'll make all of u run away wid blood drippin,
and then i'll throw the clip in,
the ak then i'll spray from far away,
everybodys dying today,
coz i got seven mack 11's nine mack tens and this shit will never end,
and even if u get the riches,
u will never be more then jus fake bitches,
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BITER
this faggot just bit more biggie lines
hes prob gonna try and justify it by saying he changed a word lmao pussy
click said
and then i'll throw the clip in,
the ak then i'll spray from far away
biggie says
when i throw my clip in
the ak i sway from far away
everybody hit the D E Z K
click said
nigga, i hope ur listening i shud of killed u at u cristening,
theres 2 many haters so dis battles never finishing
biggie said
oh my god im dropping shit like a pidgen
i hope you listening smacking babies at their christening
click said
coz i got seven mack 11's nine mack tens and this shit will never end,
and even if u get the riches,
u will never be more then jus fake bitches
biggie said
i got 7 mack 11's about 8 .38's
9 9's 10 mack 10's the shit never ends
you cant touch my riches
even if you had emcee hammar and 3 57 bitches
theres other lines ive heard b4 just cant remember who from | | |
| lol yeah i cant say shit ur right and i aint gonna justify it either but...i will say dat i aint 100% biter im jus using other lines to try n turn it 2 my own version and them lines were from a biggie and 2pac freestyle from madison square garden in 1993 when they were friends i cant say shit lol sorry bruv | | |
so u might wanna fight well its the fright night,
dnt mek me get the gat and blast u outta my site,
with my shit so tight, n ur sayin dat i bite,
hey, i only bit of a slice,
listen, i'll leave u dangling,while im strangling,
slittin ur throat hit coke and sum weed,
chill wid my peeps completly defeat my enemies,
i'll hit ur chin like basketballs hit the rim,
blow up ur area make u call me the king,
wid those wak lyrics u dnt upset me,
u must have epilepsy,
blocking ur vision,
wont get to far in my division,
now listen, im bout to bang u up n let u have it,
im bout to do u now u tell me who gave who DAUGHTER STATUS bitch,
i noe u to well now we've been battlin 4 ages so i noe wot ur gonna say......ckick dats wos waker den wak dat woz shit in fact or sum shit like dat.....well 4 future reference so i dnt have to tell u after u say it....fuck u coz dis is my style n like i sed i aint gonna be the 1st 2 drop out in this battle u stupid motherfucker
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im taking it back to the basics theres no need for complexity
to be besides myself i need god next to me
just kiddin im partially bullshittin
only time i take a "loss" pussys when i lose kittens
i spit shit past ya no matter whos hittin
i dont capsize boats but i got crews flippin
im soo sick you do this ill puzzle you dufice
fuck mentally ill stretch you into a physical rubics
you cant just paint this up there on the canvas
you got to get the mental picture to begin to understand this
my click is raw be prepared when you meet us
kill an unborn baby and you still couldnt defeat us/de foetus
this faggot thinks hes got alot to tell us
but i got his heart skipping beats like acapellas
im hyperactive so i drink caffeinated
my left jab is fatal leaving cats decapitated | | |
ya all cant rap im a 11 yr old and will kick ur beepin hind
dude man u cant rap | | |
lol u joka ur an 11 yr old lol this sites for the big boyz fuck of or i'll get ur mummy to slap u lol
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i got glocks cocked at cops ready to shoot
im the type of physco that likes to think my macchetti is cute
that is right ill grab the mic and smack you right in your face
put you in your place cause your just a fuck-in disgrace
cause when it comes to rap your the one whos wack
and im the one who packs gats and guns to cap
faggots like you who are maggot off glue
when it comes to colours its green i aint stacking the blue
not rappin at you dont flatter yourself
but if i see you ill smash you and batter ya health
cause your a homo with a slow flow but not like biggie
ill piss on ya promo and spell homo cause you shit me
i dont even know y im bothering right now
cause you aint on my level so i got the gats out like plow
faggot you lucky you got this many bars off me
im maggot and that was straight free for real
straight up know wat i mean
pussys aint fucking with me
i can go any style
my frees will fuck up ya writtens
biatch
bahahah yall suck
i got it yall dont | | |
i got the kind of quality to fuck up ur macchetti,
ur lyrics are shitty,
if i see u in da shreets i'll pull out my mack milly,
well, this faggot is silly,
hes probably imaginin dat hes fiddy,
or maybe even biggie,
u know what wud be thrillin,
now its time to start the no mercy killin,
now listen gravity,
i'll fuck up ur girls uterine cavity,
that will teach u a lesson 4 tryin 2 battle me,
you say im a fuck-in disgrace,
well if thats the case,
ur about to get displaced,
by click up in dis place,
ur a scapegrace,
have no life what so ever,
however, u try to be like me no never,
u think ur betta,
that aint clever,
shit, this little boy wants a battle,
well its time to make ur head rattle,
u say u'll batter my health,
hell nah, i'll sneak around u wid stealth,
peel ur skin,
whil i grin,
killin u is my original sin,
u c gravity this is my free,
u think ur the best i disagree,
and i guarantee victory,
coz im at the highest degree,
ahahahaa biatch...gravity the more n more u rap the more ur gettin shitter lol it seems like ur runnin out of lyrics,looks like u need practise u pussy hole r u sure ur not that 11 yr old called 'backy form the past' lol u dickhead plese dnt try to hit me on any1 else wid them lyrics again plese u suck...biatch!!!!!!
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| your a loser mate keep thinking your good itll get you nowhere | | |
make you lose your breath,
beat you 2 death coz your rhymes sound like a rhyme from macbeth,
lets just admit,
my rhymes stay legit,
ur just a clown dats unfit,
with these rhymes i transmit,
got the flow to make u submit,
grav u aint shit,
ive stuck so many rhymes in ur head ive made ur brain split
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if worse cums to worse i'll make it hurt see ur head burst,
but first, i get u tinkin at da end of each verse,
my lyrics r always unrehearsed,
but 4 u it aint dat simple,
feel my fist stick 2 ur face like a dimple or a pimple,
i rhyme more to the fullest but dats not insane,
spittin bullets at ur brain is da game dat i play,
this aint no campaign u wont c me snortin cocaine,
but now dat im victorious...time to take out da champagne,
all grav does when he speaks is complain,
he never wants to let me explain,
bout the amount of injuries i'll make him sustain,
pussies like gravity is what dis site contains,
the battle rap title is wot im gonna retain,
and once i destroy grav all i'll leave is his remains,
u see, gravity is jus here to entertain,
coz of his 'jokes' lyrics dat r lame,
if i saw grav in da street......i'll give him a nervous strain,
gravity cant battle me to save his life,
i wudnt jack his wife i'll jus stab dem both wid a knife,
gravity aint spittin coz he knows im winnin,
wether u think this is sumting or not dis is jus da beggining,
im sittin here grinnin knowin im gettin his head spinnin.
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| this what happens when you home school ya kids | | |
| where and how do you find the secret exit in the level cheese brige area in the game Super Mario World Advance 2 ???????Please tell me!!!! | | |
| wtf gravity, wot did u mean by dat??? | | |
its obsurd to see the worst emcee thinking hes hurting me
he couldnt murder me, not even in the third degree
this aint the street and im done with you
if it was youd be looking down the barrel of a gun or two | | |
u think im the worst, but i'll have u desease inside a hearst,
make u crash on the concrete head first,
ur done with me,hell nah nigga im finishing u,
i'll have u so bruised, i'll have u lookin like a black bamboo,
u cant fuck with me or my bombing crew,
bombing u with lyrics so powerful until u stew,
i got ur heart racing a thousand drum beats,
when peeps find u dead in the streets,
i'll have u covered in plastic sheets,
when it comes to battling me...no one competes,
i aint stoppin till dis batte is complete,
no matter how long it takes till u admit im the best,
you wont c me gettin stressed,
coz deep down u and i know dis aint no contest,
u always wanna battle me u must be obsessed,
well u might aswell stop coz no ones impressed,
u aint makin progress so i suggest,
that u rest before i squeeze ur throat like i squeeze ur bitches breast,
so why try to battle me when u know u'll lose,
u think u can handle my shit...gravity ur confused.
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this what happens when you home school ya kids
you not knowing wat i mean by that is exactly wat i mean dumbass | | |
u know wot....if all ur gonna say is shit, dont
bother speaking at all u pussy. | | |
| HEY I LIKE YOUR STUFF BY DO YOURSELF A FAVIOR AND DON'T THINK YOUR TO GOOD BECAUSE I CAN BET YOU ASK SOMEONE ABOUT YOUR THINGS AND IT WILL COME UP IN YOUR FACE. SOME PEOPLE WILL LIKE IT OTHERS WON'T HAVE FUN LATA IIGHT | | |
aight den i'll keep dat in mind...but im not sayin im excellent or the best...im jus battling anyone who wants to battle me and all im sayin is in my opinion im better than this guy whos bin tryin to battle me for months u nah wot im sayin...but safe anyway bruv...peace later
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| this faggots having conversations with himself. he pretends to be his "lil brother" uppercut who we all know is click now hes pretending to be LIL B. wats that meant to be short for your LIL BRO again lmao you dumbass | | |
| u noe wot ur just sad...coz LIL B aint me....u can tink wot u want but ur full of shit...if dats da case why didnt u say dat sankofa woz me....scroll up da page n u'll c him if u cant remmeber him how cums u aint sayin dats me....but wen sum1 wants to big me up u keep sayin its me....shut the fuck up u stupid dumbass just coz noe ones sed ur heavy or anyting fuck off.....just face it u cant rap, u cant battle me and ur shit...which is why noe ones sayin ur good....i mean if i was LIL B why wud i say 'do ur self a faviur n dnt tink ur to good' if u read sum of my previous raps like the last two raps ive done...in one of them i say 'no one competes', in another one i say 'the battle rap title is wot im gonna retain....if u dnt noe RETAIN means ive got sumting and im gonna keep it...n wot i meant by dat is dat im da best on dis site and im deffinately better den u...so u dnt noe wot ur gonna talk about coz if LIL B was me i wudnt say sumting like @dnt tink r to good' becoz if u read my lyrics, in most of them i always say im better den u n im da best so im big headed n if i wanna tink im gud i will, so stop stressin just coz ur shit n sum1 has bigged me up...maybe ur tym will cum 1 day lol u pussy hole | | |
suffa (hilltop hoods) - you all have nothin' on aussie hip hop
This is for the heads that's loving the mix
My people in the front, all covered in spit
Batters in the box, Suffa to pitch
Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch
And we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us
We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us
So jump with us, down in the front if it's
Your flavour, come get drunk with us
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned, why not?
By now I should've had some land
Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand
But I got nothing, I write rhymes on the bus
I keep suffering; fuck the lines of the dust
You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes
This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row
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this shit is for my bros, my people in the front row.....lol....wot bros, wot fans lol dickhead....
u wont have no bros, sittin in the front row,
u give blows like the other hoes,watch my gun blow,
c my gun glow,have u layin 10 feet below,
i'll maybe have u buried in snow,for thinkin u got a sicker flow,
yo long ago i told y'all im gettin dough like a true pro,
u motherfuckers should know,this punk dazza is a slow chump,
he thinks hes got the funk i'll shoot him wid my pump, show him dat hes a true cunt,
this guy could be a wigger,or a nigga but his lyrics aint configured,
me n my niggaz,we're so soulja figured,n we pull da triggers,
dazza cant spit for shit,all the bitches clits spit more wetter shit then his,
this pussy must be playin dumb coz he cant be serious,
this bitch dazza is either smokin crack or hes delirious,
see, this guys makin remarks,but he doesnt noe wot hes sayin,
if eva i saw him in the streets,i'll have him swayin,
man, dazza get of this site u wack faggot,
i dont need no reply from u, ur gettin squashed like a maggot.
biatch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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your a ignorant fool click that is from the nose bleed section one of the best hip hop songs made.
by suffa a guy who is more hip hop than youll ever be. real skills great beat a classic song and he rhymes more than the sad one syllable you do. pull your head out your ass and respect if you heard the song youd have it on repeat.
their new album hard road is dope.
by the way you say wat fans well they are the biggest hip hop crew in australia have 5 albums, sold more records than any other hip hop group in australia and toured several countries.
basically wat im saying is they are as good as you say you are. | | |
| actually i was thinking maybe click should go pick up either "the calling" or "the hard road" and learn how a real emcee rocks the mic. their earlier shit was kinda shit but not as wak as click | | |
| u tink i give a fuck...u tink im wak lol.....please tek ur head outta the clouds...i'll diss on any1 i like n if u tink im ignorant dats fine but im jus tellin u motherfuckers how it is...u aint spit 4 ages...must of tekin u dis long to tink of a rhyme or sumting....u wak ass motherfucker i dnt need no history lessons bout sum 'hard road' or 'the calling'....and by the way...i didnt even rhyme one syllable through my whole rap u dickhead i used mre u pussyhole wanker....wots ur beef? | | |
| n if dat woz on of the greatest hip hop songs eva den dats shit in my opinion...maybe who eva rapped it sounded gud but by readin it i tink its shit...in my opinion | | |
i got more connections than vodafone and motorola
i got the munchies i need a toblerone and coca cola
im the leader the shepard and all yall are sheep
but dont count on each other or yall might fall asleep
the only thing holding you back
is that your overly wack | | |
Gravity, you almost made me laugh ur so pathetic
You probably suck more dick than a hooker on credit
like the men that pay big bucks and regret it
the time u gave me head and got cum shot synthetic
put oil on ur henges coz bitch ur finished
my six lines have just made u diminished | | |
your shits pathetic like youve been smoking cones
getting plastered faster than broken bones
your a bigger stoner than bob marley
ODing on charlie like chris farley
ill go on safari in a ferrari or on a harley
im knarley blowing up like the sari in bali
i must admit your better than click
but clever? come one dude youll never be sick | | |
both of u betta den me now that would be pathetic,
gravitys feelin sick but hes got da white boys dick in his mouth like an aesthetic,
im energetic while these boys tink there poetic,
i'll make them sprint faster den people in athletics,
white boys got sum skill yet gravity still tinks hes ill,
hes gone downhill,im chillin in brazil,still beatin gravity but still,
this aint battle until he comes up wid lyrics dat r ill,
i have niggaz at stations all across da nation,
we spit lyrics den while gravity spits more shit den ejaculation,
im waitin wid my people in formation,while hes enjoyin his matubation,
or maybe gravitys got a pussy,so instead he uses vibration,
thats his temptation, while mine is going on vacation,
coz im beation him wid no hesitation,i'll make him feel in from his stomach,constipation,
in this conversation this is my dedication,
to gravity who tinks hes still better den me which is why im givin him education,
now heres my other strike,my lyrics u
cant dislike, my shits sharper den a spike,
as for white boy on the mike,
u and gravity are just alike,
but incase u ask why but just look at urselfs.....just 2 dikes,
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Click when i hit the streets 2 things come to mind
Where's my pussy coming from and do i have enough time
Coz if ya haven't herd son i can go on for hours
start her in the bed but finish her in the shower
Shells start falling and u aint got time to react
200 shells spent and im reloading the gat
Ur mam's getting scared coz u aint home
If only she knew u were dead in a gutter all alone
I got alcohol constantly flowing through my blood system
i like my pussy tight not like ya mum who uve been fisting
so if ya wanna battle shit son im a lock
To much talent im straight off the block
Remember this its someone who everyone is goin to like
thats me son white boy is back on the mic
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well,i had ur mum in the showers 4 hours beggin for more,
i got ur mum in the bed,to the shower, to the kitchen floor,
it was like a war we both were doin it hardcore,
but before we started to explore i fucked her up against ur bedroom door,
then ur dad came home, sed he wanted to da fight me,
i didnt take it lightly,so i got him involved n rapped ur mum nicely,
now ur 'back on the mic' n u wanna start a battle,
dats just wot ur mum wanted so i made her pussy rattle,
now for a non virgin her pussies quite tight,
but dats aight i'll take her on flight act polite den fuck her tonight,
shit,i bet u still act like a baby n suck on her tits for a drink,
i bet ur breath stink dats y she adopted u i tink,
now,dis white boy wanna be black probably tinks hes packin gats,
but the only time he sees gats is when hes gettin jacked and attacked,
now u claim ur all talent n straight off the block,
look at the clock,aint dis round bout the time u suck ur dads cock.
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Now im gazza frm IG1 and i'm also white
but ders only 1 white boy hu's gonna be winning dis fucking fight
now we're at ur house and im doin a job ur mum says well done
fuck she just screamed i think i just come
now ur tryin 2 mess wid me prick, i think ur a bit thick
u need go and suck on ur dads dick again quick quick
now u've had a lil preview from gazzaIG1
fuck it man i'll go do ur sisters now dat ur mum has been ticked off ma list done done
Brap!! | | |
this woz for white boy on da mic liets battle
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| lol joka is dat all u got....bruv ive read white boy on the mics lyrics and trust me....its gonna tek more den 8 bars t beat him....try 38 or 16....if u even noe how to rap | | |
im a ladies man buying thick-fitteds for chicks who are hyped to get gifted
But im a bit timid…i didnt want to battle you i dont like to hit WOMEN
ill leave u tarnished ya harmless regardless if u come ya hardest
but i already know this bitch is 'trash' so im 'taken out' da garbage
ill have u seekin-ya-breath takin blades to da throat leave ya leakin-a-mess
Gettin 'killed by this verse' is da only way youll 'beat-me-to-death'
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What a bunch of losers, are all of yous on coke?
Your raps are nothing but a fucking joke
You sick bastards all talking about rape and shit
Click, whats this about sucking on someone's tit?
You cannot spit words so you all steal mine
I dont blame yas-yous are all shite-thats fine
So i dont care when ya talk about my mum and sister
Just take a look at ur own mum and whats in her
None of y'all can beat me, i would advise you not to try
Coz when ur embarrassed you'll all start to cry
I spit more lyrics than Dr Dre himself
Y'all spit lyrics that'll damage ur health
Oh yeah gazza son u sound really gay
So ill finish with fuck you and have a nice day
Peace Out-I dont mean any of that shite lads-its just a rap
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y'all know, dat im never fallin i still remain as the boss,
peeps steppin to me with their weak shit, we all know dat ur lyrics are soft,
my lyrics are rough, ur lyrics will never be as hard,
slit ur face make it scarred, coz y'all sound like retards,
i shud cut of u tougue, so your unable to speek,
u aint got good techniques, my styles unique,
i say if people want the beef, make sure ur packin heat,
come face me in the street,aint got heat, get buried in concrete coz uve just tasted defeat
peace
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white boy on the mike listen i kno its only a rap
but fuck it i've had enough of ur silly lil crap
ur tryin 2 call me son are u fucking mad
didnt ur mum tell u i was ur fucking dad
ur tryin 2 say u spit more lyrics than dr dre himself
man ur lyrics are so shit u shud stick to ur day job bein a fuckin elf!
so y'all bring wat u bring
but all ur gonna be doin is bowing down 2 da king of kings!
peace | | |
honestly,I cant Focus..Im laughin cuz ur so hopeless At Rappin..
And If 'I can’t stomach ya verse', Its cuz Im choking-on-wackness..
Ill Fracture-this-actor wit stature that trash urs, can u manage to be wacker?..
Bastard, u couldn’t 'deliver sick scripts' bein a postman for hospitalized actors..
Its not just me thinking your frail, a second opinions repeated and yelled..
Cause I call you a Pu*sy B*tch…plus your rhyme speaks for itself..
You’re flustered and dazed, asking yourself why you’re such a disgrace..
Crying in your note book…and the answer’s right in front of your face..
Im wrapping your loss, so it can transmit across without damage from shocks..
Click is LIGHTER than STYROFOAM…and you’ll leave PACKED in a BOX..
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I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop the plates,
coz my vocabs bigger then the 50 plus states in the USA,
i'll let u sit there and pray coz aint nobody gonna come to ur aid,
when u get blown up like the world trade,
stick my knuckles to ur brain make u buckle use my my blade,
see grav ur all FRONT....coz ur totally AFRAID,
wots dat u said....im lighter then STYROFOAM,
well ur more PUSSY then any other HOE,
coz its ridiculous to think uve got a better flow,
although, u are good but above me....no never ur below
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I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop the plates,
coz my vocabs bigger then the 50 plus states in the USA,
i'll let u sit there and let u pray coz aint nobody gonna come to ur aid,
when u get blown up like the world trade,
stick my knuckles to ur brain make u buckle use my my blade,
see grav ur all FRONT....coz ur totally AFRAID,
wots dat u said....im lighter then STYROFOAM,
well ur more PUSSY then any other HOE,
coz its ridiculous to think uve got a better flow,
although, u are good but above me....no never ur below
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(suffa)I’ll have the whole crowd like, oh shit, that’s right I said it,
I’ll be like, da, da, da, da, roll like the credits,
Two of the best to ever edit poetics,
It be the three headed beast from Obese come to set it,
Off, Hilltop in the place, sir just calm down,
Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down,
You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round,
You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round,
Pump it up in your car; turn your car into a club,
Smash through the wall of a pub and burn the bar down,
Just burn the bar down, like a disco inferno,
MCs aren’t the only thing we burn though,
I’m the arsonist like Rakim is,
So ask your kids who the number one artist is,
Obese got the mad fucking roster while,
Your crew couldn’t even house a foster child,
YOU CAN'T GO WRONG WITH THE HILLTOP HOODS | | |
Obviously click doesnt have respect for those who are dead
Rapping about the trade centre? What went through your head?
Whos rapping about pubs and bars-what the fuck is this?
Can u rap? Obviously ur just taking the piss
Sumone told me u cudnt rap, I geuss its right what i heard
You have to use the same subject to rhyme with the word
Glaz u sound like a little kid who thinks he's brick
Your rhymes are crap man, they make me sick
At least gravity and Click put up sum kind of a fight
You just go on talking a loada shite
When u talk about Hoods i know its a joke
Ill feed u back them words until u choke
At Hilltop gays you can definately go wrong
So for twats like Glaz, its where they belong
Peace
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actually white boy on da mic...i meant blow up like MONEY WISE COZ THEY HAD LOADS of money....i realise wot i sed u misunderstood....sorry anyway
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| and white boy on da mic like u said.....its only a rap | | |
Yo White Boy, come on you think that was tight
Dude I just read that from anotha website
Am bustin a lyrical Bomb across the whole nation
The only thing you flow is fuckin cum frm ya masturbation
I betta rip the mic from ya grip, the gun from ya hip
Ill fill ya blunt with mushrooms so ya smoke it n' trip
Lyircally impale you below the belt with insane verbals
Messed up so bad sperm will NEVER leave your genitals
You have no punch lines man, so just stop and listen
Afta am finishd wiv u, u’ll be on a milk bottle sayin missin
Bitch u can call me the don, ill make u an offer u cant refuse
U betta bk dwn now bitch, before ur ass is on da evening news
You need to quit and get the fuck out ov dis rap game
Cuz the way you flowin its givin real rappers a bad name
Click man u cant help it, you see a cock u grab it
Man you need to lose sum weight, u 20 stone faggit
Just kiddin', but yo listen i'ma show you the light
Ya flow's tight, PSYKE!! bitch you're the joke of this site
Peace Out You Know The Rest Church! | | |
hilltop hoods are an aussie crew they are good, that was one verse of many, it written for flow more than punches hence it looks average on paper but suffa has some good one liners like
"hilltop hoods.. we're three stars like the holiday inn"
anyways thought you should know before you go dissing them | | |
jonny p u wanna rap dats all kool....but get ur own lyrics u dickhead
in one of my raps i said:
i have niggaz at stations all ACROSS DA NATION,
we spit lyrics while gravity spits more shit den ejaculation,
im waitin wid my people in formation,while hes enjoyin his MATUBATION,
u said:Am bustin a lyrical Bomb ACROSS THE WHOLE NATION
The only thing you flow is fuckin cum frm ya MATUBATION
u dickhead u wanna battle make sure u got ur own lyrics bitch
n b4 gravity says anyting yh i did copy 2 or 3 lines too once b4 but i dont now and at least i didnt copy lines from people dat i battle how dumb is dat u prick
get ur own shit motherfucker....
and grav now i know y u were going on n on bout me BITIN but now i know y
jonny p u aint shit to me....keep talkin
waste ur electricity by going on ur computer and typin ur shit....
u aint gonna get any reply coz u aint worth my time bitch
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he rhymed the same word the lines were completely different
its inevitable that ppl will rhyme the same words eventually get over it that wasnt biting | | |
| I havent even read your ryhmes man...I only came on here because white boy says come on here and battle me | | |
Gravity u think ur some top rudeboy and u think ur da best
i'll merk u soo badly i'll put u in the disabillty ward of the NHS
ur laughin coz u say im hopeless at rappin
keep on chattin shit and i'll make u a victim of happy slappin
think im frail , ur soo crap ur gonna fail
i'll post u and send u back to royal mail
sooo i'll bring ma raps and all ma goods
oh and by da way fuck the hiltop hoods!!!
Brap!! | | |
| i was referring to click but yeah wateva man | | |
i have rhymes that flow through my mind every second,
seeing you beatin me, now how do you reckon?,
while your rappin thinkin that gods givin you a blessing,
nigga your the crapest here, nah im only messing,
but you aint better then me, aint no need for guessing,
im addressing and expressin in my mind while im dressing or caressing,
see, i aint gonna battle...theres too many weak peeps,
your all creeps i'll a have you covered in plastic sheets,
take out my piece...get on your knees...have a feast,
i have a stupendous amount of rhymes that are tremendous,
when i read your rhymes one thing comes to mind...horrendous!!,
when you lot speak to me you gotta be cautious,
please dont spit your rhymes at me, they make me nauseous,
before you people speak, come up with something fantasic,
you dont wanna battle me coz that might be drastic,
see im bombastic and enthusiastic,
see your girls like a gymnastic coz she stretches and bends easily like elastic,
did i say your not the crapest here, i was being sarcastic
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it's gazza! its a new day!, a new dawning!
gravity i've had enough of ur shit man im still fucking yawning!
yo its me and i got a wild sex drive
wat time did ur mum say she was open again oh yh nine till five!
gravity u think ur top and 1 of the boys
stop making me fuckin laugh and go back to playin toys!
man i mite be new on the block and lil rusty at da mo
but i will merk you soo badly u'll have 2 join ur mum bein a five dollar fuckin ho!!
brap! | | |
seldom they celebrate when i tell em theyre welterweights
tell em accelerate elevate cause theyre hella fake | | |
this kid got confidence dropping this im a novelist
yall just monotonous gossiping yall some columist
sounding perposterous honest just being nonymous
calm in this how i do is ideal ask your optomitrist
seldom they celebrate when i tell em theyre welterweights
tell em accelerate elevate cause theyre hella fake
so get the hell away yall should be held to pay
this aint about wat you sell or make | | |
Im listening to a bunch of losers who think they can rap
Its shite as usuall as well as this "brap"
I mean where the fuck is that supposed to come from
Ur a loser gazza, a good for nothing bum
Gravity is elevating, accelerating and all the rest
Stop rapping boys u know im the best
Im not payin anything, no amount of sum
Can add up to what i did to ur mum
Gravity seems to be flyin away
As well as gazza with his brand new day
Gravity's raps are ending wit fake and make
Im not surprised ur mum sed u woz a mistake
Coz u dont have a clue about anything ur saying
Im back gayboys and dis time im stayin
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listen yh u dickhead
gravity's mum's betta than urs ur mum stinks of fuckin garlic bread!
im running ma endz on da streets
come down it and u'll get ur fucking beats
u think ur sooo gd and the best
come and take ma test man u will fail just like the rest
me, gravity and click are out of ur league man ur shit
we should take da piss out of u man it wud be a fucking hit!
gravity at da end of da day man he's gt what it takes
fuck u man ur a pure 100% dickhead who deffintly is a fake
ur callin us gayboys man we all fuckin gt girls man and are straight
ur da fuckin dickhead hu's gt not girl ur a disgrace man fuckin lightweight
look yh wen u've gt somethin gd and is not a load of crap
try and look up on the internet of the word brap and den come back wid a betta rap!!
punk ass bitch!!
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white boy on da mike is a pus pus and chats total garbage,
he tinks hes tough enough to stay here and start carnage,
man u aint tough ur far from it ur made of fluff,
thats why it wud be easy to blow u of ur feet with one puff,
u c this website u spoil it,
coz ur full of more shit then my toilets,
now im back its time to beat u again with not one regret,
burn of ur face and turn it to ash like a cigarette,
white boy ur dissin people dats better then u man take a break,
ur nothing but a fake, trying to rap is ur mistake,
ur a wanna be eminem u tink ur the best man stay awake,
coz u remain dreamin, u swallow nothing but semen,
but then u realise whos better then u wake up screaming,
coz i jump in ur dream but it turns into a nightmare,
then u become aware that victory is what i declare,
maybe to u it aint fair, but oh well to me know one compares.
this was a free....man but on the real though white boy on da mike u aint no emcee and u aint the best..and gazza u can tell ur a newcomer but that was one of the best rhymes u did and gravity
well u know how it is lol look up the page and see how many battles we done man lol u can say wot u want but i know for a fact aint no body here dat can nock me of dis website...peace to y'all though anyone wanna battle...holla at me!!!!!
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i dont wanna battle im scared
i have a phobia of wak lyrics | | |
weirdo? fuck that i play the part like robert deniro
but if you fuck with me ill turn you from hero to zero
yall are wake give up im outta here | | |
I be like Manny Ramirez, compatible with the radical, magical and emphatical
I'm a battle 'til I shatter your clavicle, call me admiral
raising the temp of the room,
I'm the emperor remember I never surrender I dismember platoons
your petty men are buffoons
I send them to their doom the second my venom enters their wound
I mentally bloom, exhume tombs, evoke spirits,
Tupac's alive and well, Big L the devil's son rise from hell with dope lyrics | | |
i'll be pumping shots from my glock till ur heart stops,
blood squirts through ur top make the cops watch ur body drop,
i dare u to step in my center and i'll shoot up ur girls placenta,
im more den a rapper....im da ultimate inventor,
gravity ur too weak 4 dis site, u shud relax,
face the facts, u aint got no deep tracks,
u aint even stackin stacks, coz u totally wak,
u say u never surrender, but u aint no contender,
im massive while u remain slender,
grav u aint no emcee ur just a pretender dat wears suspenders,
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grav i'll be smacking seven shades of shit out of u , feelin ma flow
u aint no emcee ur lyrics are at a all time low
u aint like me i get chased by cops
ur 1 of dem dickheads hu likes 2 be gay and sit wid da rest of da flops
now im intelligent and im doctor einstein!
do u think dat u are bloody fine
i'll make ur ho a dime and slap her in her face and make her all mine!!
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"u aint no emcee ur lyrics are at a all time low"
isnt it ironic how much that line applies to you
you have no concept of good and bad lyrics
so to me you have no credibility
call my shit wat ever you want
your shit is mad wak now dont talk to me | | |
he has no credibility but u have a disabilty,
coz u aint understanding that im showing invincibility,
im hard to beat and that aint hard to see,
no need to agree when we chat bout real emcees we chat bout me,
coz im the only one good enough to make u buy my cd,
i rap faster then twister and i got more speed then sonic,
u cant step to me coz im totally demonic,
when i spit its like acid, coz it burns ur flesh,
if u wanna spit back then get lyrics that are fresh,
see, i admit ur probably better then dis newcomer GAZZA IG1,
but hes tryin and u remain tryin to write BIGGER lyrics then BIG PUN,
wanna be the next greatest grav u'll never be and im done.
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whiteboy on th mic ur shit
gazzaIG1 shud stop rappin coz u cant
grav ur ok
click ur sick
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ive crippeled more people then polio,
i got more rhymes then wots in ur portfolio | | |
ive crippled more people then polio,
i got more rhymes then wots in ur portfolio,
i got strenght inside me, u get urs from eatin oleo,
now listen ive seen more dead people then a graveyard,
motherfuckers been tryin 2 step to me for years, they still get scarred,
ive been behind bars and ive got more guards then in prison,
people thinking chumps like grav are better then me...no he isn't,
he just got shot coz of his big mouth....hes souls risen,
now im in prison.
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u couldn't spit hot if u swallowed boiling water.
don't think for one second u run shit on this board.
It's G Motherfuckers, Aye Ch'yeah What Yeaaaah!
And All That Other Good Shit, But Now I'm On Some Hood Shit
You Fake Ass Rappers Should Be Sayin Ya Prayers
You, Claim To Run The City But I Say I'm The Mayor
I Declare, War On All You bitch Ass Niggas
Put Your Father's Tool Down You'll Never Touch That Trigga
Scary Nigga, A Twenty Two Would Leave You Hunchback Nigga
Fake ..., Look In The Mirror, Yeah I Don't Trust That Nigga
My Mind's As Sharp As A Sword
I Spit, From The Heart Of My Cords
No Blasphemy, When I Say I've Got The Heart Of A Lord
I Bring The Heat, So I Guess That I'm A Star To The Core
Divine Skill, I Possess What Causes Stars To Occur
Each Line's Ill, So Hatin On The Boy Is Absurd
Each Quote's Dope, I Should Pitch Em To Dem Boys On The Curb
Like Port Smoke, You Lose Breath When I Start Voicing My Words
I'm No Joke, I'll Raise Hell Right Out The Vaults Of The Earth
Leavin No Smoke
I've Been Wishin Hopin And Schemin
Pitchin Dope To The Fiends And
Tryna Keep It Low Key Like An O.G.
But Anyone That Knows Me Knows They Don't Know Me
It's Me And Myself, Fuck The World You All Can Blow Me
My Mind's Sharp As Shinobi's, Sword, I'm The Lord Of Flowin
Lord I'm Not Opposin, Because Your Rod Is Scoldin
I'm Never Chokin When I'm Grippin The Mic
My Pupils Are Headphones My Music Lives In My Sight
I'm Living A Life, Filled With Regrets And Fears
But The Pen And The Pad Wipes Away Those Stressful Years
My Chest Is Cleared, Clean Of All That Shit Now I'm Free
I Only Take It Out When I'm Spittin And I'm Rippin MCs
I'm Hittin The Weed, That Means I'm Smokin These Herbs
And Even Though I Spit Tight I'm Never Chokin On Words
My Motions Are Blurred, Why?, Because My Stamina's Great
My, Flow Cannot Be Matched Like A Dam To A Lake
My, Foes Are The Monkeys And This Man Is An Ape
I'm, Giving Out Food For Thought Dawg Demand You A Plate
I'm, Fly As A Falcon From The Land Of The Braves
Even Though I Spit Bullets I Keep My Hand On Grenades
Mr. Nice Guy Is Dead Now This Man Is A Flame
Causin Dramatic Damage, Like Konan Sniffin Caine
I'm Insane, But I Still Got Enough Sense To Know
That The Rap Game's In Danger When I Kick The Doe'
And, When I Do That I'll Prolly Split The Doe'
Due To All This Built Up Tensin I Ain't Kiddin Folk
I'mma Get Rid Of Folks, That's Talkin That Bullshit
All I Need Is A Notebook And I'm Walkin Wit Full Clips
I'm Cocky And Ruthless, The Rocky Of Booth Shit
The Truth Is, I Won't Stop Til I Cop An Improvement
The Movement, Has Started Getcha Hands On Up
Matterfact Fuck That Just Go N Stand On Up
And Give Praises To The Greatest Of All, I Know The Haters Will Scoff
But It Doesn't Matter, Cause It Doesn't Matter If I'm The Greatest To Yall
Ya Sculls'll Fracture If You Try To Fathom Different Ways To Avoid
That Which Is Inevitable, Damn I'm fuckin Incredible
I Ain't Even Gotta Be Credible, This Rookie Just Is Too Hot
You Pussies Are Just Edible I Never Thought I'd Chew Twat | | |
im gettin the dough now im richie like lional,
shoot u in the back and fuck up ur whole spinal,
ur lyrics are softer then ur girls vaginal,
even lyrics like dat dont make u a decent rival,
u still dont compete ur lyrics are still weak,
ur so lady-like u should be workin at a boutique,
like i said before im totally unique,
even if u had bigs flow and 2pac lyrics u couldnt match up to my technique,
coz ur raps longer this time dont mean shit,
i'll make u have a fit from the light my gun emits,
aint no question bout the amount of crimes i commit,
ur my next and i aint gonna quit so stop trying to spit,
with these lyrics i transmit i'll make u submit,
i got more synonyms then the ones in a thesaurus,
its all bout my verses aint no need for a chorus,
now, gravity is nothing but a schmuck a cluck,
sounds like a duck with his lyrics dat are mucked,
see he nows sucks and my lyrics i struck got him stuck,
see i fight wid my fist,hes so small he uses his truck,
he prays one day he could defeat me...never rely on luck coz every bar is fucked.
i dont need any more bars to beat u nigga....enough bar is too much for u...now stop talkin 2 me
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| another* bar is too much for u | | |
im gettin the dough now im richie like lional
i only have to read the first line to know your biting again
dont give me that i changed it shit biting is biting
"biggie be richie like lional"
you seem to have a thing for biting biggie not just that but you have no shame bout doing it
its the lowest thing you can do in and rap and you do it over and over
bitch | | |
your weak your lyrics are basic
face it im on top like a rapist | | |
u cant spit proply u must have an infection,
even ur bulletproof aint no use for protection,
no girls date u i guess ur used to rejection,
me and my lyrics are hard like an erection.
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hahah that was so pathetic
your a BITER you should be banned from this site | | |
lol woteva man face it ur crap
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all the bitches in the house say yo!
i 4got we all guys here except 4 gravity he's a fucking ho!
face it yh ur a bitch
merk u sooo badly leave u in a ditch!
was dis all bout u sayin bout raping
me and ur mum have been fucking and dating
wat does ur mum sing to u at bedtime?
i love u, u love me
ur barstard of dad gave me fucking H.I.V
and we will do some more all bloody nite
son ur lyrics are sooo shit u shud be banned of dat site!
u say click shud be banned of dis site he's betta dan u are u bloody thick?
join the rest of the girls and suck his dick prick!! | | |
its so amusing that u lot dont get bored of losing,
its all of u im abusing it aint confusing,y'all suffer from the bruising,
beware i got girls stuck to my dick like pubic hair,
r u unaware that im winning every battle like im playin solitaire.
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| gravity ur a joka....stay on this site coz i need sum1 to laugh at | | |
haha gazza your the one sucking his dick
how bout you get off clicks dick or admit your click making up other names so he can ride his own dick as someone else.
honestly if someone else posted one of your verses you cant tell me youd think it was good
like really cut the bull shit and admit it
and if you think that is good then you should honestly stop rhyming cause your never gonna elevate
atleast switch came to reality and actually elevated and hell get better
your still in that sad stage ppl get where they are convinced their basic meaningless rhymes are better than everyone elses
you need to quit the shit and grow up
and you can diss me all you like doesnt bother me i and any other emcee with skills would reckonise i have decent skills i wont say im the best cause im not on my own dick like you but theres no one on here with any great emceeing abilitys at the moment.
ive been on sites that have dope netcees that will call it how it is they will tell you something is dope and tell you its wak if it isnt as most good emcees will and they have told me my shit is good.
i bet if someone posted the best verse youve seen here youd say it was wak and that your better.
you get try hards like yourself that will drop some half assed wak rhyme that they think is doper than crack cause they wrote it themselves, diss everyone else and think they are the best.
no matter wat i say youll just keep coming back thinking your actually good, trust me ive come across many like you before and its ok diss me all you like if you were better than me id be the first to agree, but the thing is your only kidding yourself man.
im not hating just calling it how i see it. | | |
They Say I Lost My "Touch, I Never Used It"
I Don't Even Have To "Touch The Game Just To Bruise It"
That's Like Ice Tryin Ta "Touch A Flame, The Thought Is Useless"
I Could Probably "Fuck All Your Dames, If I Was Toothless"
The "Truth Is", I Never Got Over Being "Ruthless"
I'll "Leave Ya Debris In The Breeze" Like Hair In A "Car That's Roofless"
Your "Punches Wouldn't Connect" Even If You "Sparred With Glued Fists"
When My "Punches Connect", They Can "Bombard Through Huge Cliffs"
So I Guess You Haters Should Just "Guard Ya Huge Lips"
Unless You Want Security On "Guard For Two Shifts"
My Image Has "Taken Huge Shifts", Some "Say This Dude Flipped"
But I Landed On My Feet Now I'm "Back To Seduce Scripts"
And "Snap Harder Than Two Whips", That're As "Sharp As A Tooth Chipped"
Me Being Beaten? Take That Thought And Crunch It "Faster Than Two Chips"
Or I'm Leaving "You Dipped", Your Epidermis "Resembling Salsa"
After My Braincells Assembled To "Dismember N Thrash Ya"
A Lyrical "Rapture", Has Just "Arrived This Cat's Alive"
And Ready To Eat "Cats Alive", Moments After "I Collapse Their Pride"
Don't Worry About Lyrical Rap, Niggas "WRap Your Eye"
Bandage That Shit, You're Obviously Blind If You Think You're "Damagin I"
I Can't "Even Lie", I Know I'm Hotter Than Super "Nova"
I'm Tooting My Own Horn, And All Of You Are Pulling "Over"
The Wait Is "Over", I Know You "Realized I Left"
But I'm Still Leaving MCs Stiffer Than Medusa Lookin In The "Eyes Of Death"
i used "around the rhymes" so you can see the multis | | |
look grav i aint click i can ride gt ma own dick
why dont u just shut the fuck up dumb prick
you think your hotter than a super nova
ur rap career was over wen i started game over
say wat u wanna say i've only just started
ur lyrics are sooo shit they look retarded
sooo gazzas lyrics are promising on dis nite
get some betta lyrics u stupid little fucking ugly tranvestite!! | | |
its like i was picked STRAIGHT FROM THE VINE
and then i AGED LIKE A WINE
cause EACH YEAR i get better and BETTER
and EACH YEAR im worth more and more CHEDDAR
IM A SURVIVOR KINDA LIKE stuart DIVER
and an IMPROVISOR LIKE MACGUIVER
im the MAN WITH LIVEST RHYMES ON TRACKS
your useless like your HANDS ARE TIED BEHIND YOUR BACK
you couldnt wrap/rap if you had gift PAPER AND STICKY TAPE
while lyrically Ill RAPE YA STICKY DATE
your SHITTY TAPE is wak you aint HARDLY NICE
you couldnt get a dj to scratch it with an ARMY KNIFE
my BRAIN IS OUTTA CONTROL
its like im playing a GAME WITHOUT A CONSOLE
im a WICKED CAT that SPITS the SICKEST RAPS
you THINK ITS FAT but whatever you SPIT IS WAK | | |
cheers
i recorded some of it on friday came out ok | | |
some recycled shit and a few new bars shortened the lines for audio not the best shit but i just wanted a few punchlines and a simpe flow for audio.
you think your bars are trife but you aint hardly nice
a DJ wouldnt scratch your album with an army knife
you sound like a fag with writers block that likes the cock
give me a fat beat a mic to rock and i'll fight "the rock"
listen to the flows that im spitting and yelling
they are doper than the drugs i was convicted of selling
im so dope not even the devil will posses me
i heard him say "i dont want the police to arrest me"
i dont go to extremes finacially to get cream
to me it comes/cums naturally like a wet dream
im sick of wak rappers thinking their shits worthy
knowing i could beat em hands down like six thirty
and the only way that youll ever start beef
is if you hotwire a cow with a fucking car theif | | |
gravity u can suck my dick,
i can lick ur girls clit and suck on her tits,
u mums my bitch andu aint got no click,
i got a click and ur mum sucks our dicks,
ur lyrics aint sick ther shit....no one can beat me on dis site im the ting this sites bin missin...good quality rappin
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| lol man ur shit is ridiculous | | |
| read my last post murder thats all i have to say to you | | |
| yo this killa b on the mike and when i strike its like a heist from the ghetto to paradise to yall on a fantastic voyage but leave your ass with a portrait of paranoia then jack ya clothes and your shoes slap you and leave you with a dick shaped bruise now i give props to swithblade hes my inspiration and wacth all the rookies persperatin want more hit me up at 602 718 2643 | | |
if u wanna spit bars then cum we spit,
just like a blunt pussy u will get hit,
we can do it on our onez or i can bring the click,
1 swing 2 swing den dats it,
if u brave enough to step in this place,
i'll draw for the mash from my waist,
next thing u noe theres a gat in ur face,
one bullet hole ur bodys gonna taste,
ur girl sucked my dick and the fact is true,
pussy u best step back b4 i shoot you,
my dick is wot ur bitch did chew,
ur like a zoot and my boyz will get two's
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yall thinking you could TOUCH THE FLOW
id probably throw the phone as well like RUSSEL CROW
its the kid who steadily bombs to HUSSLE DOE
beef with me? nah im heavily armed like MUSCLE GROWTH
but if you want it and if it COMES TO BLOWS
every PUNCH I THROW leaves your nose fucked up like a TONNE OF COKE
your live performances ill COME TO THOSE
screaming FUCK THIS SHOW the second i roll up like a BLUNT TO SMOKE
but im through BEEFING WITH CATS
now im just tryna give the whole croud a REASON TO CLAP
"still spit ill shit" bringing HEAT TO THE TRACK
"fill clips to kill kids" if i NEED TO ATTACK
NEED TO RELAX i just CAME IN THE RAIN
NO STOPIN ME MONOPOLYS the NAME OF THE GAME | | |
| you's all shit man wna step to someone step to me aite n switchblade i eat you for breakfast ur shit ur battlin shit spitters battle me and you'll meet your fall down | | |
| lol r u actually serious....well dats kool i aint gonna judge u until i see your spit....so u spit 1st then.......and the way u dumbass....that doesnt make sense,'battle me and you'll meet your fall down' lol r u dumb.....its suppose to be...battle me and you'll meet your downfall...see if u cant speak properly how the hell r u gonna be able to rite sick lyrics...te only thing your sick at is chattin shit | | |
| and by the way*typin error | | |
ok lets get it on
ill send a letter bomb from lebanon to the pentagon | | |
there was a rhyme written by switch on November 2, 2004 at 09:49pm
"ill rip a hole in the ozone and leave you suckers spinning in space, ill spit in your face to show you how a clitoris taste, at this pace you bitches will never finish the race, ill play the shit from your tape and make you admit its a waste, your always after the cash and after the ass, but youll only be ashes and gas after the blast, it dosnt matter if you made of matter or mass, im releasing raps so powerful theyre shattering glass, put a rapper in the cast from his neck to his toes, disecting my foes, peel away the flesh from the bones"
that shit was stolen stolen stolen, apathy wrote that, im listening to it write now you fuckin phony peice of shit, get your own rhymes!!!! | | |
| your all fkin shit, stop rhyming crap/rap do/you and open yourself to new rhymes, plus wtf textcees r the wackest fuckin jokes eva, get a mic beats cds lace them 2getha n go live-o you fukin nerds,i was lookin for ghetto 2000 & life which is ill as fuck and i come across this, my days fkin ruined hahaha | | |
yo fuck you click you
you can suck my dick
simplistic faggets
that i rip in fragments
im awaking righteoulsy like christ ya see
the nicest g let the hate begin
satains twin
im straight with sin
and ill caprture click
kidnap his bitch
this rap is sick
under ghround beats feasts on the souls of devoured nothin but sick the straight best asjk bitches great sex i dont play techs i play brawlin and death demolashin reps solid ta test flawless accept i have a weekness haha just fuckin weitcha ill fuckin rip ya cliq dogg you rime on word at a time ill murder your lines think you can rap cuz someone introduce you virgins ta shyne annoymous n a couple other ios sick with the langaughe but this site needs some changes cuz most a yall bump bangers i bet youve never touched a gun or let alone a titty sit alone nm pitty wanna fuck somethin so you attempt you clone p diddy you like aq little bit a week with wack i dont even read ya raps i wont scease attack ill bombh on your punk ass like iraq n the states atrtacking you fakes fuck a gat in the face try i fist in the throat write rimes for you too listenm n quote venomous villan wont surrender im killin your honestly pathetic a wannabe with effort dissen me you self conciously regret it flip flows hit hoes create widows with widdy wordplay talking to the king like should i rip em or let em its your say n of course he agreed so ill fource ya to bleed assorted mcs tyall aint a corter a me! | | |
| gravity killa b annonymous so far yuall are sick keep spitten n i wasnt dissen cuz im noty sdome loser whos constantly on the computer n i left for a bit but i think i might b back i duno but im still loko my albums out dark ryder n bostonic n switch lookin for more | | |
| GRAVITY IS FUCKIN SICK n ive seen some impressive shit like that aussie hill top dude that was sick yea man this sites covered in skill accept for cliq hes ignorant n horrible a dfuxckin hypocrant n the sad thing is he dosent no how fuckin bad he is fuck kid give uip everyone here thinks ur wack | | |
apocalyptic madness messed n the brain
depressed n insane
dont mess with the gang
kill you n your fuckin bitch crew
once again just for somethin to do
hang homos with nooses
i know no excuses
a competative reign
like fort minor remembeer the name
im a speakin reason
its the feast n season kill any beast thats breathin
and drag it to the crave most mcs maggets to the blade whole bunch a faggets on a stage singing love songs and gushy shit no i wont bust a clip....
ill kick your head in what i spits sure set in
im so hot yours flows not your just a line in the middle like a mohawk
see that thats called a simaly you centipped
in some situations armed...just simpily with weaponry
not afraid to use my knee to brake ya nose
the fakest hoes dog you aint worthy to make my clothes
like punishing repulsive pansies
acting like adults in panties
your 100 percent ignorant dogg wack as fuck
but i bet your too stupid to add that up
ill batle fucks crack domeas yiou wack homes this be off the top a the head still droppin ya dead without poppin | | |
| yo gravuitry n duskie r u the same ppl dogg cuzx i think u is xcuz u spat the same shitr n i lost majopr respect for duskie cuz he bit | | |
im a fucking animal but not like beastiality
fucking hot bitches mandible is g's reality
you think you can wear a pink shirt and be metro
heck no im here to tell you, you fags arnt hetro
while your thinking your pretty fly for a white guy
the reality is your pretty bi for a "straight guy"
in every endeavour your cheesy as feta and cheedar
i got metaphores to settle scores and i go to war with berettas
thats right its v for vendetta and g's got a beretta
when i put it to their faces they plead like a begger | | |
| dude i sweatr ive heard that shit b4 like dude just spit yiour sdhit cvuz u r fuckin sick | | |
thats right give me the mic cause im fucking sick
strangle spastic fags with fucking fags who like sucking dick
whatever i bust is sick and will crush you pricks
ill freestyle 3 syllables to a beat just as quick as busta spits
cause when i bust a rhyme i spit sick like sars
no cutting corners ill spit sixteen bars
right off the dome but now its time to go
cause if its not rhymes to flow im turning lines to doe
that was straight off the dome like dandruff peace | | |
typo correction typed this too quick and got dislexic
thats right give me the mic cause im fucking sick
use plastic bags to strangle spastic fags who like sucking dick
whatever i bust is sick and will crush you pricks
ill freestyle 3 syllables to a beat just as quick as busta spits
cause when i bust a rhyme i spit sick like sars
no cutting corners ill spit sixteen bars
right off the dome but now its time to go
cause if its not rhymes to flow im turning lines to doe
that was straight off the dome like dandruff peace | | |
you rap wak thinking you sound phat like slim shady
but you sould like a more annoying version of tim bailey
since the mid 80's ive been crazy like way back when
back befre lexus rexys and the maybach benz
i dont spray mach 10s or put holes thru heads
but ill kill ya gay wak friends and leave ya whole crew dead
every line i bust is tight like the rhyming of jay z
only tighter its more like busting hymens of babies
youve got no flavour you spit the gayest wak shit
so do yourself a favour and go play the traffic
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| great job tenderly keep it up,i zino from from the black region i got the zeal and talent to become a sucessful rapper in time to come ,but is paining ain't got no sponsors that take music as a serious deal.kindly i just need your help and connection to any small or hip hop industry to tendly accept my interview or proposal.thanks a million times,08055982482 | | |
| ur all dick wankers. can one of u actually spit gud bars u pussies | | |
im with ya girl at her crib and im grabbing her butt
stabbin and jabbin the slut with a dick fatter than jabba the hut
thats right i got ya girl incred wid ible
i lick and tickle her clit and give her tit a lil nibble
in fact she said your wak and you cant spell your name
i dont have to hear you rap to be able to tell your lame
ok my bars are average but this is only a free
think id waste my time on these try hard homies and g's
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come on bring it give it all you got punk
youll get crushed like you gave big pun the top bunk | | |
your sounding more like a bitch than a chipmunk
you can give the tip of my dick a good lick punk
lol | | |
cause im a sick cunt shit i need a papsmear
i aint heard you yet but i bet you rap queer
yeah my moneys on you to take the loss
funny how you dissapeared faster than kate moss
i was gonna stop at 2 bars but fuck it
im done with you now | | |
Ive done DMX datura and drunk mead
smoked coke opium and super skunk weed
injected ketamine and psuedo-ephedrine
methamphetamines crystal meth and pethadine
liquid THC mixed in with GHB
when it comes to drugs i should have a PHD
black hash happy gas and acid trips
made me bash a bitch cause she wouldnt flash her tits
then i had hallucinations just like stu diver
fully nude i abused two guys with a screw driver
on speed and the seeds of morning glory
full throttle with a full bottle of warm midori
dope deals even smoked peels off a banana
guarana in cakes and cookies made with marijuana
coffee with toffee flavoured cough syrups
ethanol methanol and methylated spirits
Ill even go smack and prescription prozak
do two to three blue meanies and lick a toads back | | |
Im about to roll with out of control alcohlolics
drink drive and slide side ways inside rides with hydrolics
wheels spin with steel rims Im speeding in my V8
without a P plate and blind drunk so I cant see straight
gears shifting with the rear tyres drifting another turn
straight past an undercover as I smell the rubber burn
I hear sirens and put my foot to the floor full throttle
if I was sober id pull over but I just drank a full bottle
pedal to the metal Ill settle when im dead or arrested
Id never confess it even if Im in prison getting molested
stopping is not an option now Ive started this cop chase
Ill just pretend Im in a race and try to finish in top place | | |
im on the mic like frasier
tight as dikes from asia
on stage like anastasia
spitting like a wine taster
on ya head like an infra red laser
bullets graze ya head like a razor
shave ya face closer than a shaver
ill rock and shock ya like a tazer | | |
| fuck all the glamor and gliss i plan 2 get rich im from youngstown and im all about expanding my chips you mad cas im in the van wit yo bitch wit both hands on her tits you an som coleone s man shit do me a favor pleas get off the next mans dick b4 i buss led make alota blood shead mad hoes ask bevis i get nothin but head i fucked more bitches than you got more ritches than you yhe only thing i havent got is more stiches than you fuckin punk you ant mo leader what nobody followed you you wre never shit your mother should have swolled you you runin wit boys im runin wit men i'm a be ripin this mike till im 110 have theas niggas like damit this nigga done it agan no love 4 city cops i rock a pritty watch wit 250 rocks im makin wonderful figers i dont fuck wit non of u niggas i might pull out this gun and rob every last 1 of you niggas | | |
| any one want 2 battle??????? | | |
Thug Life!!
THug LIFE!!
Thug Muthafuckin' Life Repeat (3x)
I gotta newzflash 4 u niggaz/ think twice be4 u think ya can take a shot at tupac cuz i will flash on the illest/Blood spilling from all the killing/ Thug 4 Life I'mma fuck any man's wife/ go on mothafuckaz pick ure best knife?/I got a new signature move/ check me as i backslap you fools and pick ure ass up just like i had the fastest cops/ and ridin' in my chevy suburban unload the ones i kidnapped/ and speed to the grand canyon in a hurry, and then I jump off the car quicker/ made a murder death kill that makes me i'm sicker/it was the bombs fire erupted from eyes nigga Thug 4 life
i'mma fuck any one's wife/ yeah that's right huhaha/ talkin' shit but ya'll ain't ready to spit/I tell ya fakes to go and re-work and bake ure words/ ya buncha nerds niggaz i'm observin' passin' by the block and the Net swervin'...shit pisses me off cuz ya cough on ya lines of duty/ that's a fucking pity/i'm the one that owns the rap game it's on my game, I ain't the one to blame that's ashame ya call each other M.C. names and don't recognize the meaning/ be4 I leave i'mma deck each niggaz mouth while my teeth gleaning/ I dedicate this to the north and the south/ I bring the truth I utter this suck-a-cop-dick & fuck a cop bitch and this is a battle ya'll a buncha loud talking cattles and as for me i'mma rattle snake besta move away for THUGZ 4 Life!! | | |
Freestyle
it's the one and only THUG LIFE/ ya some punks and phonies/nigga I got bars that will turn on ya fake fucks/ besta bow on the floor/watch as I come threw the random dudes door/I was fucking poor now I gotta score an ACE on this test cuz ya bore me/what challenge is this shit is garbadge and bitches ya suck on a sausage/wanna learn sumthin' from a killer/ crazy dummy are ya drinkin' on a miller?/ I show no sympathy 4 the ones who shakes & fake/ Uh,..it seems I bring chaos/ let me touch u much & have ya cowards spray bleedin' from my razor. | | |
yes! Guess who's back?
I am 2 of u/I can put u in my mouth and chew/ a fucking human made gum/ while i'm drinkin' on a rum/
I got to make a multiple personality/ I take formality/
it takes a stranger to bust with his fist as a must/
ya niggaz got nuts so stand hard and thrust/
i'ma pro-black militant/ ever since i was an infant/
educated on the panther politics
street knowledge and fuck goin' to college/
unless ure a nerd that's my word/
on the battlefield besta observe or B turned to orderbs/
Man, I got a glimpse of this suspense/ya niggaz gotta realize death isn't far it's close than ya MC's think, so don't sink on the rhyme cuz ya chokin' i'm here to start provokin' and pokin' knives on the fellas in the open/ we coming from the penitentuary large young black males in stacks/ shit is prison black so beware of the Mack in dark black/ and ya infiltrated a THUG from the start of scheme/the police made it hard on themselves it seems/cuz their ass will deal with even deadlier brothas of the criminals have their ass creamed/ And the shot's poppin' on the street's at the break of dawn/ The GHETTO isn't in good shape it's a gorilla war ape place/ ya better behave in this No man's Land cuz somebody will give u their last Hands.
I was born 2 rap/ started studyin' what lacked but u stupid niggaz must B on crack/Nigga i'm angry black/ that shit is a notable fact/ learn how to act/ be4 somebody shoot the ass down/why niggaz can't even walk in the store anymore? cuz people give us the look of a troublemaker/ then u ponder why beer bottles and shit thrown all over the place/ cuz sumbody started the brawl/ only a fake dude would crawl his way out all/ huh/swear to the mothafuckin' that ya buff/ i'm here hangin' tough/ turn my head and then snuff/ somebody flew down with a pound homie/Prove ure human/ and that's the code of a man. | | |
Dedication
2 the fucking wannabe/ ya gonnabe/ restin' in pieces broken like a crushed rieces/ copz sirens/coming stready firing rounds from the ammo/ now we gotta go/ Fuck a hoe/ and collect the materials/I have a black bag full of sack of gun blow/ zip the shit and split with the niggaz/once i raise my eye-brow/the weapons will come out with growth/shoot me many officers not to kill but feel a deathwish/ hide the face behind a black mask and take a money-load/ this is a pay back to the red necks an fags/ we don't give our number's to no man it includes the copz in drags/ FUCK the rules and regulations/ i'm impatient where' my due payment/ otherwise i will slew my patience The judges the critics and copz fuck makin' us lookin' stupid ya buncha doofus!! | | |
we can battle over a beat with our tongues
or if you want beef with a gun I'll bring more heat than the sun
im so ferocious and my flows are dopest
its like you hoes cant focus your not foes your hopeless
thats right youll never find someone as raw with the rhyming
youve got a better chance finding a whore with a hymen
or a young chick with a dick and menopause
and im ill enough to turn a record store to a mental ward
if we ever brawl you know its war when i settle scores
and I'll never pause or stop dropping the metaphores | | |
we can battle over a beat with our tongues
or if you want beef with a gun I'll bring more heat than the sun
im so ferocious and my flows are dopest
its like you hoes cant focus your not foes your hopeless
thats right youll never find someone as raw with the rhyming
youve got a better chance finding a whore with a hymen
or a young chick with a dick and menopause
and im ill enough to turn a record store to a mental ward
if we ever brawl you know its war when i settle scores
and I'll never pause or stop dropping the metaphores | | |
there my lyrics why u copyin 4 u stupid fool
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| 4rm the last shoot out u got demple on ur face said fitty,ma papa said u are not a ching so don be naughtyyyy. | | |
| 4rm the last shoot out u got demple on ur face said fitty,ma papa said u are not a ching so don be naughtyyyy. | | |
| wat the fuck are you two on | | |
| everyone on this site needs to shut the fuck up, that'd be a good start | | |
look, clicks back, new and improved,
just by reading ur lyrics i can tell u need to be removed,
its useless u stayin coz ur always gonna lose,
my lyrics are so rough like grips on shoes.
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| and whoeva named themselfs 2pac is foolish....ur using 2pacs name but ur lyrics are shit...ur fucking up 2pacs name | | |
| lool omdzzzzzzzzzz....i aint bin on here in tym theres sum funny people boy.....hu da fuck is yosqaud loooooooooool sum joka | | |
| gravity your still killing every1 on here loool | | |
cause im a sick cunt shit i need a papsmear
i aint heard you yet but i bet you rap queer..........lool dats a line in a half man lol | | |
omdzzzzzzzz.switchblade dat fake motherfucker wanted to dis me....hes lucky i werent on dis site wen he sed dat............SWITCHBLAde best be on dis website n if u read dis switchblade cum lets battle........PUSSY
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| u go 1st so i can murder u wid my reply | | |
hahahaha
murder me you aint heard a me
verbally bring emergancy
while you stand with a sighn that says insert fa free
cats like cliq should even breathe on a mic
easily might leave a waK disease on the mic
realistically explicitally artistic literally your the epidemy of little league your a wack disrgace get smacked in face beat up with bats erased wack in a can this cats a case cashes clay punchin power mcs i munch fa hours for lunch is cowards kid you dont wanna actually bnattle me reply n some simplistic syllables get chopped like ambylicals dont pitty fools my city rules | | |
haha hes tryna elevate nice
need some constructive critique on this hook i wrote real quick last night.... no hating
i bet ya never got ya cocked sucked by a hot slut
i bet ya never got arrested by cops and locked up
i bet ya never gave a guy a broken jaw
i bet ya never ever even broke the law
i bet ya never got ya cocked sucked by a hot slut
i bet ya never got arrested by the cops and locked up
i bet ya never gave a guy a broken jaw
i bet ya never ever even broke the law | | |
switchblades tryna use big words with rhymes and he thinks hes mean,
but u spit more gabbage then inside your spleen,
I would beat u in a battle even if I was leen,
I’ll make u feel paralised like uv bin smoking green,
U say ur city rules well that’s why I pity you,
as long as u keep sayin that i will always pity fools,
u 'verbally bring emergency' well thats funny coz rite now im hearing sirens,
because my lyrics stay heavy on your brain and its broken ur sinus,
so switchblade u think u got good vocab then translate what i jus said,
i know ur speechless rite now like uv choked while giving head,
so wen u see me with the gat u best run and get your breastplate,
are you sure your even a man coz ur about to menstruate,
u shouldnt even be here swithblade your a lightweight,
u 'verbally bring emergency' but i verbally assassinate.
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a little freestyle....
Switchblades silent like he was buried in a grave,
I’ll rap chains rounds his wrists and arms like he was my slave,
I wanna be a doctor so like hostile im insane,
it takes me a minute to tink of rhymes...it takes you dayz. | | |
U verbally bring emergency,
but u aint hurting me......
spit back then.
when i come on this sight tomorrow i wanna c ur spit man u wnated to battle.l8er | | |
yeah dats rite im back,
best relise im white not black,
all y'all gonna get smacked,
fuck u niggas im tekin out my mack....im white 4 life best believe we're the best | | |
| your riming one word after one word wont realize your wack some dick sucking honmo who tries to rap i bring the pain sing my name the king to rain you dont deserve to live thats affirmative faggets for gay marriage like conservative i freeze mcs and thats wuts up listen very closely YOUR WACK AS FUCK your rime schemes consist of no metaphors similies or punch lines itsd crunch time swollow spleens and munch spines yoyu cant rime two words at a time i told you i murder the rimes | | |
| ambitions with ammunition cant stand to listen this man who spitten absolutely emberassing the face of the rap game as we know it get exploded explosive ready n cocked heavy ta rock with a motive a pitbull of pandamonion paranormal punishment stand undivided like the goverment unstoppable like the covanent your an ignorant incinciderate idiot little bitch and im sick of it i wish you werent illiterate | | |
| was dat 4 me??? coz im gonna fuck ur mum biatchhhhhhhhhh | | |
this guy raps like his parents jerked him
he sound like erik serman the jenerik versoin
this whole crowd looks suspicious
thers all dudes in here exept this fridget
so im german hey thats ok u look like a fukin worm with braids
leaders of me mummies rookies lookies how can | | |
| i saw 8 mile to you fucking retard | | |
(Mwa-haahahaa...) (Buddy wene the time hits) (your head splits..)(Sometimes its Best off you off) (before I come and blast off some punks.
(Mwahha sure WHITE BOY you fag boy ,probly playing with his gay toy on the mic with some fag boy !!! Peace out :White's Mwaahaa!
Sencerily Fester :::: GET HIGH ! Nd Peace out ! | | |
| this ones goin out to switch blade he need to get fuckin laid his rimes are lame hes got no game you think u got flow ur to slow not to mention ur pritty much a dumb hoe so stop rapin before u get a slapin or even worse a capin because ur raps dont fly all u do is lie ur fake as shit not even real a bit ur gonna get lit ima throw ur snitch ass in a ditch after my crome hits ur dome like i would a bitch | | |
| THAT IS THE WORST EXCUSE FOR LYRUICS IVE EVER HEARD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE YOU PIECE OF SHIT | | |
Fuck all You Guys Go Suck A Fat Dick!
You wanna fuck wit me cause im a P.I.M.P,
Mother Fucker I got more kicks then niggas with black belts in karate,
I don’t play around when I come to your town,
All I do is walk in da bar and have a few rounds.
All your chicks see me , Im da realists G,
Da best dam thing she’ll ever see.
You might look good but I’ll always look better
you little punks look like you were eaten some cheddar.
I walk up in your face and all you do is bitch,
Mother fucker I’ll put one in your head and dats not it,
put your face on da ground move it all around,
You better bet it’ll be in your home town.
You might have boys but mine will be bigger,
detach your head from your spine and rip out your liver.
I got Danny Reid he gives me the speed,
you won’t see me coming,
just like a cold breeze.
Im only 18 but I got more tricks,
All you pussy ass bitches go eat a dick.
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this is a hard life im livin
and ya'll better start quittin
and stop all this dissin
or theres gonna be some spittin
and blood mixin
some teeth fixin and nose hittin
some trigga pullin
and these foolin me
ain't ready for the shit to begin
so stop yellin
stop dwellin on negitivity
and anomosity and listen to me
im a real MC
peaCe.
yee thats right. im a girll.
beat that motha'suckahs.
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| all you punk mother fuckers rapping against eachother , but you all suck you should be fucking in your studios recoriding shit not rapping babout ppls moms and yahhoo and all that bullshit u all got serious potential dont waste ur time here and switch wtf u wasting ur talent on these pussy mother fuckers this is making u look bad! | | |
| why u trying to be the good boy and the peace maker....fuck of man u faggot | | |
Yea fuck off b4 i jack off on your mom yea i said and i don't regret it cause you know shes gonna let it go in right smooth cuz i got the grove mother fuckers you better move out my way b4 my ak sparys bullets go stray ending some lifes today....
Faggit
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What Gravity you got something to say you trick mother fucker
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were acid and hash lords assassins that clash swords
youll get smashed like dash boards trashed in crashed fords
when i wage war ill make sure you cant take this
i hold the crown and hold it down like a rapist
hot as lava i rock harder than judas preist
at my shows hoes wear no clothes like a nudist beach
my skills are iller than a serial killer
ill rip ya vest and hit ya chest like a gorrilla
like darth vadar striking with the light sabre
youll get sliced like flykicks from an ice skater
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| hey yo escense can u spit dog | | |
| n i appreciate the props iom just on here to get my name oyut cuz ive recently recorded some shit and i might b able to hav an album comin out me n my boys bin tryin to getr namwes out we gotta website n shit | | |
nobody can do it like me
i settle scores and meddle with better metaphores
and settle vendettas with berrettas and metal swords
i babble with ideas in battle i bite ears
a space pirate and pilot that travelled for light years
to reach this planet so i could make my mark
keeping it razor sharp like the teeth of a mako shark
play the part just like robert de niro
cause im here to turn you from a hero into a zero
here we go cause you all know im ready to fight
steal ya soul and ya breath in the dead of the night
im like a horror movie you could pack a glock and uzzi
but you wouldnt sock it to me cause not even rockets move me
its hard to explain cause im scarred from the pain
far from the shame its hard cause im partly insane
hardly the same since i started the game
a sharp shooter marking ya brain to target my aim
a hyperactive sniper hiding in the attic
im fighting the habbit like a violent vikadin addict
im not gonna stop till its my time to go
cause my minds like a timed mine designed to blow | | |
| wots ur website then switchblade | | |
| yall pussies is whack talk a buncha crap until you get pistol whipped by a mans crew who like to swing fist and throw around hollow tips yea that right gmoney int he midwest smokin that purple tree thats what makes me the best ask you can see i got better lines and better rhymes no wonder bitches hate on me soo much i be like tom cruise in top gun ready to take flight and if you wanna talk shit you will meat my fist that damage bitches like meat cleavers | | |
Im top of the class so i'll be dropping you fast
then fucking your bitch with my cock in her ass
scotch in my flask or on the rocks in a glass
I'm like a lawn mower cause I'm always chopping the grass
smoking weed and snorting coke and speed
dont take me for a joke you will get choked and knee'd
stabbed in the back and shot right thru the heart
knife slice you in half like a bite from a shark
I'm bright and I spark like a light in the dark
I'm that figure in the shadows late night in the park
a pervert lurking and jerking the gerkin
a dirty flirt slurping some bourbon and burping
or get shit faced till my head gets misplaced
and my brain takes a plane to spain like chris skaise | | |
im shooting you all dead till the roof and the walls red
a super computa shooting a nuclear war head
or wipe out your army like a giant tsunami
tryna harm me youll get pumped with the iron like arnie
a violent and armed handy man with the hand gun
murder runs in my blood cause im the son of sams son
the aussie ozzie osbourne ever since i was born
in top form i flow hot so i go off like pop corn
like hot porn i got you coming back for more
like perverts in coats that go jack off at porn stores
or cats on all fours just begging to get down
im beheading them and then im pegging their heads round
get drowned from a broken nose soaked in blood
put in a coma like you overdosed smoking drugs
nosey thugs dont know me so go blow me
you so phoney no homie just a fucking show pony
a commando with ammo like rambo so dont go me
im like hando and pando your like sanyo and im sony
its so lonely above the rest of you up on this pedistal
inncredibly credible records rendered unforgettable
like medical blood samples some of you are negative
repeditive noncompeditive your on a sedative
never surrender settle vendettas better than ever
on every endeavour your cheesy like chedar and feda
your pleather im leather cause your fucking fake and im real
im taking a pill cause this rap games making me ill | | |
| www.lokorecordco.piczo.com | | |
lol i just checked out your site
who got you onto jedi mind tricks apathy celph, army of the pharohs, ill bill and necro? lol
i believe it was i.
who got you rhyming multis?
i believe it was i
i reckon i should be on your list of influences haha | | |
how are you a fuxckin influence ur an internet mc who steals raps
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| actually yea you helped but you never influenced me because u sent me a song that wasnt even yours and stole apathy n shit | | |
| and i actually thought as you as like sum1 to learn from but you completely stole everything and disapointed the fuck outtta me | | |
| hey u bitch ur nuttin but a kitchen bitch so get in the kitchen bitch. word to your mother swass in your ass mother fucker swass u got the swass in your ass . | | |
everybody is rappin they all think theyre a hit,
but let me tell u somethin yall,
you guys is rappin like shit!
you think your all that,
just coz u wrote a "rap",
but all u really did is make a nursery rhyme sound whack!
whatever u do and whatever u say,
u aint gonna become anything in this world anyway,
rappin is crap,
it dont mean jack to nobody,
coz nobody cares about a bunch of white guys trying to be niggers but they aint they just fucking wiggers they wack!
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| honestly, you guys fuckin blow | | |
| and smash, i fucked your mother | | |
im back...aint bin here for tym!!!!
Im so badder den dem,
man a bad man wid a pad and a pen,
im on the mike your stuck on a hyp,
wid da fake talk bout ur strappin a leng,
wanna talk strapin leng,
ill cum wid a few friends then start smacking up them,
smackin up men,
then men talk how they got bars you man are lacking a pen,
oi, im so gone im not like you,
dats why u try to do wot I do,
all this talk bout a collab don’t think that click aint gonna pie you,
look, don’t go on like you no me let alone if you no me like dat,
all this talk bout ur not m,y friend is simple coz I don’t wanna do a collab.
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Look, im around like verbs,
Im a bad man wid pronouncing verbs,
Most of these so called emcess now adays find it had to undastand my words,
Everyday soundin worse,
Thinking that they got pees wid a few pounds in there purse,
It sounds absurd,
Not in my league and they spin round like when the fountain turns,
But you cant cum round wid da verse,
Your still struggling on prouncing verds,
But manah fly high and I left guys,
And you cant see me unless you counting birds,
Look, its str8 to the top of this ting so no dat im pouncing 1st,
Better get down wid my tun coz I say I’ll make your whole crew bounce wen a merk.
Look, I claim my spot for the best,
Man im gone am dim not for the rest,
Look I leave emcees pulled ova like being stop by the feds,
But ur just a flop n distress,
U make me cough like a block in my chest
And im the guy whos taking ova the game n I wont even stop for the ref,
But yo ur spraying dem long bars,
Thinking that u rule but u making the crowd laugh,
Your one of them guys that return for another show 10 yrs after,
But ive done it all you cold never out class,
Producing mixing but its now bars,
Best know that ur know breaking through in this game unless ur jumping on glass.
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Im click and u know dat im live,
No fronting coz u know I show that im live,
Im I cum round wid the deep flows,
So deep that u think I flow wid the tides,
Ive done this don’t be surprised,
Im str8 t the point never choke in my rhymes,
Look, ive just turned 17,
And im one of the best see obviously its obvious g,
Soon you’ll see me on top of the scene,
Like the top of the league.
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Yep yep, im here as I step by,
Like vegas man got heads high,
Everyone knows dat I got a fucked flow,
And your every move gets stop like im a red light,
And dats how I know dat I step by,
Iv herd more mans saying my name Then emcees talking tech 9s,
And im not on a hype,
Like bulls in a red sight.
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| oi...who wants to battle me....ive been a way 4 tym n all da new lot are shit...da only person dat was gud and gave me gud battles was gravityy.....but still i got better trust....dats jus the beggining...whos bad enough to challenge me to a battle......and the rest of the ppl can say who the better man is....bless....i'll be on here everyday to see who wants it.....cum on battle me niggas...or wiggers lool wot evr | | |
| "Click" clack get back before you get bitch smacked by a sick cat with a six pack eat you up like a kit kat. Cause this is a mix match ima a mc and you a bitch ass. Everytime that i get ill, you love the way i rock it cause you know that im real, i got inteligent skills, you the prey im the pred and this is the kill, yeh im bad enough to battle you but good enough to beat ya,nice enough to type t you but not gay enough to meet yeh, you say your here every day ready to battle cause like your rap your going nowhere, like a prematrue kid thats 20 with no hair, so next time you wont dare, cause you so scared, and people dont care if i leave you in a bag with no air | | |
looool its dat ur rap lloooool...u wanna battle me...
skeen...ok den...
Look, I claim my spot wid da best,
Man im gone and im not for the rest,
I came through and left emcees pulled over like being stopped by the feds,
But your just a flop and distress,
You make me cough like a block in my chest,
But im the guy ths taking over the game and wont even stop for the ref,
Cavity, I got bars to merk shows,
Not jus one of dem guys wid a good flow,
I make the hits while you bring hype to a lil youth club,
Lets see whos gonna blow,
So realise you cant match me,
Man im gone now and you cant catch me,
Coz ur bars are shit and u only get rated because your flow sounds catchy,
so tink bout who ur facing den stop,
ur far from the best by a long shot,
ur not like me im the one on top,
its not ur tine u got the wrong clock,
So u wanna catch me on the roads,
Coz im a big emcee dat sounds cold,
so now ur faking and hating,
ill let u talk its a minor doe,
coz, man im racing ahead,
left guys in a sly way like a fed,
coz cavity i got bars its not wise to fuck wid me like a girl few days on her reds,
dats why ur usually pissed coz im the best,
and i get the crowd almost breaking their necks,
im soon to be known in the charts words straight from the start leave manz shaking their heads,
but i got the females under there shaking a leg,
spray a few bars den im taking the bread,
man im gone now dont care what u man are on now coz im not waiting for heads,
especially for a guy whos stressing his chest,
trying 2 spray bars on the mike making a mess,
soon youll be tasting my led,
and the truth is cavity ur wasting ur breath.
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| from gravity to cavity you actually pathetic get a fucking life you internet thug i spit rimes hotter then a cigarrete bud changing names im rearranging frames thought i left well i practically did remember wen u were lyrical pretended to apathy kid or told me u was mc digga sent me a song that wasnt yours you bite shit no tight spit so dont get excited hes lifeless a fabricated punk i heard in butt sex he shouts over exaggerated grunts your a mistake over ejaculated son your n o influence my i walk down your path wanna rain i bring pain change the whole forecast watch the floor smash as your sittin with ur fatass n acne playin world of warcraft arent you like thirtty computer nerd lives with his mother you and ya boys got small dick you givin eachother so cavity or gravity or duskie lyrical maybe apathy i hold more brain compacity then you might think ill verses with the best hooks wut a loser leavin shit on my guestbook now clcick improve and he spittin it nice n me im so sick when im spittin perscise but you HAVE PRACTICALLY BITTIN YOUR LIFE FAGGET | | |
lool dat woz shit....read my lines agen n tell me urs a better lool u joka....
I thought u were shit the day i read ur first spit,
i would battle u but ur not even worth it.
ur levels aint up yet man....keep spittin n i swear down if i read i gud spit from u ill reply....but dat woz shit do another one u faggot | | |
| bro those are like all triple word rimes yours arent even double wut teh fuck have u ever done as an mc u fucking goof ur horrible so shut the fuck u[p ur a joke go type so keys you internet thug/internet mc who is isnt even decent lyrically u fucking fag i dnt know how with lyrics anythingh similiar to yours yoiu can be cocky at all YOU FUCKING SUCK YOU ARE NOT A GOOD RAPPER GIVER UP YOU SUCK | | |
| even if i woz shit i wudnt give up....u should doe | | |
| why ive recordede i hjave talent i can rime you are absolutely 100 hundred percent no joke i swear im telling thte truth fucking horrible u r not a good rapper ur just not u should really not waste ur time on persuing somthin like rapping wen u rap like u do id tell u this ifn i was ur homie(which im not) u r 100 percent pure talentless shit | | |
| is it.......explain why den??? coz i jus merkd u......wot ever init u fooollll | | |
| every1 of ur rime schemes is cloted and wack u sound fake as a mutherufuck ur realllllly overconfident lots iof ur raps r single word ur name is fucking gay ur lingos off u sounfds like evvery1 else | | |
look, down dats where ive locked it,
dats coz im one of the best u cant stop shit,
u aint got no lines or any gud rhymes,
thats coz ur the one dats flopped it,
by u still go on like ur top shit,
but u need to know my bars are hot shit,
im so not shit,
u can make any tune and i bet that ive topped it.
u cant beat me!!!!!!!!!
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| this zpop prince of the O switchblade and mc bender 2 lil hoes clame yal rappers but spit like cunts clame you get the bitches but they faces look like buts im greater then king tut flows harder then wood wanna be like me bitch you wish you only could well im outtie you can try and come back you wish you was me the best rapper thats not black.....www.myspace.com/zakpopovitch | | |
I came to kill all these punks with anus skill
talking all shit but its the pain you feel from my raps thats insanly ill, Im platinum and you just stainless steel, Z POP you entering my place stick to myspace, we dont except men who know how the cock taste, I'll uppercut you leave you in space without gravity, bring your tooth brush if yeh wanna battle me cause to much of this will leave you with cavitys | | |
I spit back at z pops shit rap and now everyone sits back im the king of rap lets see you try and bring it back, I switched it up sorry i fucked tradition up,
Ima keep it fresh, Let the fish eat ya flesh, beam across yeh chest, pull the trigger you a mess
ima so hot i overflow, got the bigger dow stack so high noones suppose to know,
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im real i bin in jail twice im nice fuk tha gats we resort ta fistfights fuk up pig no need ta read my writes get on acid in fly kites wen tha buzz gne tha addiction bites ryzin up reachin new hights
wasted so many nights ina cell thorts of bein betta off in hell knowin deep dwn that i wont make bail
this site fullof littel pussyz that frail kant wate 4 mutha fuckas ta hate n sell ther own fate my words go in yo mind n agravate get u in that killin state
u ready 4 war ive bin ther b4 aimin in sqwessin until a spent mag hits ths floor 1 more 2 more 3 more 4 every1 dats fake hittin tha fuckin floor love it wen tha allblacks score here tha crowd roar frm n.z dnt ignore found of shore acostum ta gore 4me voilence has becum a chour. haha fuk switchblade hope you gettin payed those lyrics get cha made no doubt | | |
hey click bet you n satin sat convisatin while you finished masterbatein tha devil wid his ass out waitin pickin hu im h8in i cn tell huz fuken faken a choke artist in tha makin ma lyrics getcha shakin dnt b mistakin dis ant no punk bloodstaines in ma trunk love killin wen drunk wid TePukeThunda skunk. 24/7 im high as fuk i eat den chuckup gods fuckups young pups roamin at night pitfight loose sight of tha mike neva freestyle wat i write that why tha future looks bright despite tha hardships hardchips of realife punishing tha desprate house wifes hu havent had a good fuk most of they lives
get our end off n asend off a cliff glidin threw tha air sparkin us a spliff shit so Chronic tha atmosphere gotta wiff. | | |
| im allwayz out n about wid a canon in ma mouth wat ta write about ideAs neva run owt especally wen ma gun out 12 gauge rage new error age fuk minnimum wage bein tha goverments slave more taxiz now our leader relaxiz trust im jst spitten tha faxes cuttin suckas wid axes u betta hope it reatachez dats wat happens sendin limbs im xmas rappins .hid a camera jst so i cud c ther reactions bones n brains in fractions apprhend our actions pigs im dearin ya tha more dead tha merryar didnt think id go dis far but skys tha limit if u razen tha bar. | | |
man we dnt give a fuk bout suckas
or any fake mutha fuckas N.Z TPT 573re. catch fellins wer we b. haha fuk u plastic ass bitch ass soft ass elton john luving punk mutha fukas start that rukus pop dat shit u spit cause it dnt mean shit switchblade tha only1 equiped all u otha fukas minds sliped wen tha best part of u driped dwn yo muthas leg mutha fuk fakers we jst abused drug takers bustin on ha8ers or anyothar fuken pussy tryna breakus!!! | | |
| fuck dis site hype fake tripe killin ma ambition ta write in full attack take tha peace off tha rack n find a car ta jack bag fulla crack doped up on smack actin wack a missundastood pack dat hungry 4ow a platnium plack plastic wack rap on tap caught in ma trap mcz takin a nap dats wen the mike cord snaps dats tha haps fucken weak lil saps u neva busted caps that was jst tha dreamin that acurred in yo naps a mind laps fucken fake lil pussy cats dirty lieing lil rats hope i hit taget an yo head splats all over tha nayborhoods welcome matts. move in tha dark lyke blood thirsty bats switchin tha position of ma hat 2 tha back loaden up a gat in his pants gravity shat den broken silence pat. pat. life gone dead flat come on pussy wer u at? | | |
i go into a bank wid a shank get a tella ta wank n give her arse a spank hanky pank i shouldent of drank im nt charlie anymore im hank. tha demon that sank deep were i weep wat makes me loose sleep lost ma marbles
lost ma sheep
tea bagin little boe peep
in tha back of ma jeep perverted creep of tha edge were it steep take tha plunge make tha leap
fall ta peaces in a heap put myself bak tagether nice n neat find sum more pussy ta eat more ass ta beat bringin ma fleet nothing discreate shits concreate but it can be beat ur jst flower n weat so well make it short n sweet and abliturate ur exsistance on this internet sheet. | | |
im pissin people off wid most shit i spit words kept ligit keep fit keep grip let it rip wen you filp get n extention 4 ya clip so it dont go click let it go off tha ric maken bodys pit submit kant take it woudent rate it but tha pigs instagate it but they lazy n they h8e it anutha doenut gets plated comon mutha fucka face it ill pace it race it
erase it chase it mase it ma fucken tymes bin wasted | | |
| ur wack for real dow..so jam ur hype init ::) | | |
| sandwhichs shows, they all begin with s ... im a rapper and i have a zapper in my pants i mean panzers | | |
This site cool like a ool with no p
I'd rape you all but you're 12 and that's statutory.
So if you have mothers, or sisters or cousins
send em my way for some hardcore buttfuckin. | | |
Look, im click you know mm, I am the grime scene predato,
Know dat ill better ya,
Your one of them men wanna be a roll deep regular,
Im so far ahead of ya,
Dnt c me im telling ya
Coz im higher then your popcorn on ur belly bars,
Natural, hyper,
Myspace typer,
Im sprayd barsss like I spray my lighter,
No that im hype with an evil mind,
And ill tek your wife even if I dnt like her,
quick tym tinkin,
KA Drinker,
So fire that I bring heat in the winter,
Soon to be king of the jungle like simber,
I saw it all not really a blinker,
Far froma cheater,
Know that ill beat ya,
Ill use your flow n mek it sound neater,
Emcee deleter
Pumm pumm beater,
Girtl dem no wot I mean like meater
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look, now its tym for you plan B,
cnt touch me i dnt trust where ur hands b,
look mana deeper den deep so sweet wid da beat,
you mistake my flow for you candy,
but your full of more shit den mr hanky,
im a natural piss taker your angry,
ill tek your wife 2 my to yard have more drams ona couch den a simpsons family | | |
I don't know what click is spittin but it's dence
he raps like hes got more bullets in him then 50 cent. He be spittin like a bad rhyma, hes a one timea, i'll pull out my 9 and get him wet like his sistas vagina, ima pull out my papes cause if yeh come close ima roll ya, have everyone saying shouldn't fuck with Cavity, i told yeh. Cause i be killing MC's and wannabe's, what you tryna see i could have you spittin blood commonly, so next time i see you dont think i'll provoke yeh, next thing coming out of my pocket ain't for weed but it'll smoke yeh | | |
looooool 1)i aint got a sister but gd try
2)Ur still shit and u need to pick of ur levss
3) imma spit 4bars and it will still merk ur 16 :D
look, nahhhh ur a deffinate par,
i cn tell by ur lines u werent clever in class,
cavity u cnt send for shit im on a full tym membership,
to out level ur barss. bitch | | |
all yall bitch pussies, who dont get pussy
droppin your cat in the tub, your only way to wet pussy
so dont get pushy, cz ill get pushy
and leave yall in a pile of shit pussy
here we go say man, lyrical spray man
guarentee in real life id beat all yall and im asain
what a sensation, i get,
when im earasin,yall dat sound like shit
mic shift, fuckit mic check
if raps a road ur a car that might wreck
if raps a ho your a broad that might neck
if raps a my fight ur too scared to fight back, write back
write back, oh please im beggin
broke down yalls door at 3
had the keys by 7
girly spread her knees i squeeze my head in
my bullets are plaque check the cavities i get in
im so sick flow sick like lukemia
shawty said im like jin but richer and dreamier
better rapper, beefier, the chief of her
we are 2,equaller, sequaller, people are
so different and diverse
raps i dont reherse
this is just a quick test
to see if yall gonna reverse
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id rather have click respond,
cz cavity sucks more dick than the dick hes on | | |
i got clean dickies on
i like a hundred percent who says 50's strong
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"I came to kill all these punks with anus skill"
comment by Cavity on May 28, 2007 HAHA
cavity i heard you gave a boy a cavity search
come back to earth i heard that gravity hurts
you should even tell urself "dammit he's worse"
wack rapper problems? ya i have it the worst
whats this about rappers with "anus skills?"
you like dick thats why your anus kills
im boisterous you have the plainest skills
in the mirror starin at ur anus still
see i can do this its still in me
if ya feelin me its cz im ill n c
some toothache named cavity grillin me
but only cz he likes boys and takes D willingly
if you got balls i dare you to write back
flows are real freestyles, you cant write that
so what if im half white jus like crack
guarenteed to hop on stage n ask" where the mic at"
see moneys on my mind and ur off topic
id buy another mind if i ever lost it
i could make more money than you scoopin dog shit
so that means i could pick you up, on my off shift
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"girly spread her knees i squeeze my head in"
dats wot u sed in ur 1st rap...so u admit u obviosuly lick pusi lool dik | | |
| .... yes i do.... is that a problem or is this site only for mediocore ass suckers.... cz im straight... and i like pussy... maybee when u retaliate u can write about how you like boys and all that and how obviously a womans lowers are none of your concern.... | | |
why wud i wanna lick up sum ting where a dik has bin...but u must like suckin dik aswell if dats da case....coz dats where dicks go..
its funny how shit guys try send for me but ignore dem,
your not in my league ur still tinkin dat ur gonna blow tryna diss me ina forum.
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why wud i wanna lick up sum ting where a dik has bin...but u must like suckin dik aswell if dats da case....coz dats where dicks go..
its funny how shit guys try send for me but I ignore dem,
your not in my league ur still tinkin dat ur gonna blow tryna diss me ina forum.
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everytym i spit no hype man im badder,
tinking dat ur sharpe like compared to a dagger,
coz no hype no lies when im im droppin my rhymes so high i culd give advice to a ladder,
you being better den me not ever,
yh i like pussy but ur called the cock getter,
your a flop can u beat me never,
write more barss then post office have letters. | | |
dear click, you dumb dumb dick
im so cold when i fuck bitches i leave wit a numb dick
you so old when u fuck bitches u stick like gum quick
your pops shoulda pulled out but the whole family cum quick
aint eatin ya girls pussy, might as well hand her to me
all Click is nows an old adam sandler movie
just call me death ur nothin but cancer to me
thats why it took you a fuckin week to answer to me
as far as me rappin on a forum
i did this for fun cz i read it and it was borin
figured id add to it, change the decorum
im extraordinary ur name should be norm
the fuckin difference you see between u and me
is you try doin boys imma stick to doin me
you comin after me obvious like two n three
because u do your girl after shes thru doin me
dammit man i hate a fuckin cocky bloke
im not english... that was just a cocky joke
its ok u jus keep tryn to knock me tho
youll be swimmin with the fishes like the mafio
see the difference btwn me n u, u r just a hype man
8 crappy lines took u a whole week to write man?
i did this whole shit 10 minutes one night man
im a real rapper, more green then a sprite can
your raps are repettitve, repugnant, retarted
my raps are a sedative, fuck it the hardest
you better than mes like what they say about garbage
cuz ive studied ur lyrics but u still think ur an artist
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listen you guys are good
but you aint nothing big
you can get shit poppin
while i got da whole crowd rockin
listen your a wana be
and you cant get like me
ill own you
no doubt
ask yo girl
she know what im all bout
you think your sweet
by the end you'll be down kissen muh feet
step up and face the white boy
so step up and battle me
ill leave you pitty poor and left on the street
and you'll remeber im the one who gave you this defeat
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said it in yer last rap now you sayin it again
"your white dont mess with me friend."
well you white as well, hell whiter than me
knock your eye out and then you aint see
aint see that you cant positively best me
say it again wake up with a hysterectimy
"Go Big Get owned." is that all you say?
now its time for a comeback bigger than Jay's
while you with yer white friends outside playin'
i be on yer block waitin for the day and
when it finally come you'll be caught sayin'
"Yo man i was messin' you know just playin."
slap you in your mouth, for your life you'll be prayin'
joccin my girl ? well bitch i leave you hangin'
from a tree rope tied around your neck
go to start singin hippe songs like Beck
then he kick your ass and you go to cash the check
the one you got for bein his hoe yo nigga's say "holy heck."
and you live in pity poor left on the street
and always remember the day i handed you this defeat. | | |
"figured id add to it, change the decorum
im extraordinary ur name should be norm"
dat is da shittest line uv droppd....
n unlike u i dnt stay on here all day waitin for a reply...dats why i didnt reply str8 away
but still keep up tryna beg fame for ur shitty ll disses...its alot lool prick..
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| dat woz for da wasteman gFlowzzzzz | | |
gFllwzzz needs to know he cnt match my flow...
If bars were money ud be actually broke,
so dont try match me wid the flow,
u see i always write bars that naturally flow,
u cant test my content or my bars u cant
even write bars u actually know,
everyone knows in this game imma blow,
ok then let me skip with the flow,
i hear noise when ur making shit dubs,
so i aim so hard for u silly lil cunts,
and i swear down gFlowss similar to cups,
coz all that he is, is a silly lil mug,
i swear down ur not even decent,
i got bars dat are 3 years old that are better then ur recent,
u silly lil cunt, and ur wanna clash but i dont give a fuck,
like nah nah nah like really have u done, ur stupid lil dubs,
you tink that ur fly, but u rarely even jump,
ur a pathectic lil fuck. | | |
gFllwzzz needs to know he cnt match my flow...
If bars were money ud be actually broke,
so dont try match me wid the flow,
u see i always write bars that naturally flow,
u cant test my content or my bars u cant
even write bars u actually know,
everyone knows in this game imma blow,
ok then let me skip with the flow,
i hear noise when ur making shit dubs,
so i aim so hard for u silly lil cunts,
and i swear down gFlowss similar to cups,
coz all that he is, is a silly lil mug,
i swear down ur not even decent,
i got bars dat are 3 years old that are better then ur recent,
u silly lil cunt, and ur wanna clash but i dont give a fuck,
like nah nah nah like really have u done, ur stupid lil dubs,
you tink that ur fly, but u rarely even jump,
ur a pathectic lil fuck. | | |
gFllwzzz needs to know he cnt match my flow...
If bars were money ud be actually broke,
so dont try match me wid the flow,
u see i always write bars that naturally flow,
u cant test my content or my bars u cant
even write bars u actually know,
everyone knows in this game imma blow,
ok then let me skip with the flow,
i hear noise when ur making shit dubs,
so i aim so hard for u silly lil cunts,
and i swear down gFlowss similar to cups,
coz all that he is, is a silly lil mug,
i swear down ur not even decent,
i got bars dat are 3 years old that are better then ur recent,
u silly lil cunt, and ur wanna clash but i dont give a fuck,
like nah nah nah like really have u done, ur stupid lil dubs,
you tink that ur fly, but u rarely even jump,
ur a pathectic lil fuck. | | |
Heh, yeah this is really funny
tryin to make everyone feel jumpy
nah this aint at you its to all of ya'll
you people who try to rap but fall
to my greatness yeah i siad it
gettin that bread bitch im fed it
tryin to rap bitch i already said it
frontin as a hustler bitch i made it
because you just even ask around here
get knocked on your ass all we see is fear
bestowed upon the human mind
and just sayin that im beim kind
say shit well bitch yous blind
the only people you with are the ones you confide
but like weezy i got that hustler musik
roll with anyone who be crusin'
and i know one day ill die alone
but ill be proud thats i painted this town brown
nah not red this is sumtin differen'
i aint all yall i do what i do
anything i do its damn true
dont make that money move dont talk to me
i know you wont see what i can see
be down doin the shoulder lean
next day on your back dead, noone seen
but they did they aint say shit
bitches, cryin throwin a fit
we aint gonna rat
cuz if we did wed be next, so we just stare and there he sat
so im out done reply back
unless you xan get as fly as that | | |
| i been on vacation but i see you haven't gotten any more creative... thats good to know | | |
first off happy birthday to me, i just turned 20
name gotta lotta L's cuz, i just burn plenty
turn ya girl head to tails, the way u turn pennys
you dont ever talk paper, cuz you never earn any
damn... and im so cocky in this bitch
if this wasa physical battle im rocky in this bitch
...Marciano, murk you like sporanos
acid rip jeans means im leavin wit the blotto
im talkin bout a blonde ho, cmon tho
ridin inna whip same price as the condo
click got the wrong note,come here with his song wrote
next time we battle bring green like the lawn ho
see how fuckin good
i am almost forgot to respond yo
but now that i remembered
ha fuck it its on yo
look.. you could never freestyle like me
live a lifestyle like me have style like me
use lifestyles like me close trials like me
one girl might like you piles like me
its easy for me to get your head tiltin
all i gotta say is "look, perez hilton"
so just admit im better than you
a vertan who, got more kick than a leatherman shoe
someone get this click fag a bag a tissues
we're gonna talk about all his balled up issues
like.. why u so mad? childhood? dad?
while i party like a rockstar wildhood rad
i got it. maybe ur mad cuz my shit pop better
ur "raps" sound like they came from some bitch crossdresser
"silly lil cunts"? FAG IN DISGUISE
open ur eyes u know u wanna yell gay pride
moral of the story. dont try GFlllowz
veins ice cold like snow white ski slopes
i know im fly like u know ur fake
u dont battle in public cant show ur face | | |
should i send mine 5 times or is once enough?
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put your neck to my knife
and slit it from left to right
muffucka you done fucked up now
it's time to fight
This right here is the mothafuckin last stand
the shit you spit you probably found in the trash can
a wack man if you can call yourself that
you about as ganksta as a little pussycat
You ain't a fuckin pimp, dog, just a bitch so get on
Cuz that bullshit wanksta act will get a mothafucka shit on
your bark is loud but your bite isn't vicious
you the only pimp I know that gets slapped by his bitches
It’s like I crept in your room while you were in bed
And left your body dead with a severed head and left you in the red
Puddle suddenly I got yo blood on me
Store your soul in a talisman for all eternity
Then I turn off the microphone and and you’re standin in awe
Can’t believe the pictures in your head my fuckin freestyle made you saw
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looooool
gflwsssssssss ur shit face it | | |
looooool
gflwsssssssss ur shit face it | | |
looooool
gflwsssssssss ur shit face it | | |
Hmm what be goin on?
GFlllowz tryin to jump on like Sean John
Frontin? kick your ass from dusk to dawn
errybody gone see the blood on yo lawn
playin the rap game like chess bitch yous a pawn
thinkin he can rap cuz he beat Def Jam Icon
Ha cut him up from his chest to his ear
makin raps up about the queer?
Em got screwed for that and you try it ?
Wow wait til you're old enough to but a beer
I am D00KiE bestower of fear
fight at the parkin lot you soft as baby shit
get a broken nose you'll prolly quit
imma real nigga do real shit forreal
Dont like what i said?
Fuck you.. deal. | | |
gFlwssss is swag as fuck lool let me kill him with an 8bar..
My bars they are too much,
More on point then the hoods and the ku klux,
Look, man I does this maybe you love this,
But for ur bars couldn’t give two fucks,
But who does when im the guy you love,
Your sending yh man iv herd u mug,
You aint going no where,
See ur career might aswell b stuck in between two trucks.
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This is to all of both of you Click n G,
You once was blind imma make you see.
Yeah you know it real name Santell,
Be on your asses like a ghost from hell.
Fuck you, Fuck your shit, Fuck your cliques too.
Go Holocaust on you like your a defensless Jew.
Im not bein racist thats just how it is,
Soon you'll desolve like soda fizz.
Sorry had to do this but yall fuckers lame,
Sayin you do this brings us fuckers shame.
So fuck this D00KiE be out,
Got any fuckin smart shit to say your gonna end in a shout. | | |
Shout out any words you got in your mouth
Im a nigga that aint gonna fly south
lol Bad shit | | |
Dookie...dat was sum wasted comment...iWill not even reply to dat foolish, immature and shit bars uDecided to write :|:|
Up ur levels then talk to me (Y) | | |
Dookie i make you look shit,
your flow i dont rate when you spit,
i got the top spot stuck to my hand,
its like number one was taped to my wrist.
ur number none you right below shit,
ur skunking me you should clean where i sit,
im ahead of you by far but good luck,
i see you tryna do what i did,
yes, i know that i used to write shit,
my advice to you drop the mic quick,
even years ago if you would of spat like that,
you would of made me look like im big,
i par you should stick to i quit,
you spit no one puts the mic in,
if this was football i'll be man of the match,
you'll be sittin on the side without the right kit.
look, all on my own,
now they take notice of me and wanna start callin my phone,
hard work but im here now,
and i claim my spot with the best so they call me a pro,
all on my own, quit to 24 grind,
so i cant waste anymore lines,
look i got many more rhymes,
if you was square i'd take out any four sides,
with plenty more rhymes,
im the king of the word play,
while im here you'll never be 1st like a surname,
i bring more fire every year,
im something like candles on your birthday,
if i was ill i wouldnt care what the nurse say,
im not mentally ill im smarter then that,
and you should of known that from the 1st day. | | |
nah neevr thought to lose i done proved it
music is one of the few things i was born to do,
trust me theres not many above me
and if your showah then i must be water proof,
coz i do this pro no joke man im so cold
that they blame me when they caught the flu,
cah, man im top ten yeah with the top men
you will never see me on the nine like quarter to,
know who your talkin to,
and take note of my bars is what you ought to do,
clock that im the sort of youth that will make the bangs,
and make the fans get bored of you,
why?? coz i got high steps of bars and evevn connects to frace
im like waterloo,
my aims to not sly i claim the spotlight
and thats why nobody thought of you. | | |
nah never thought to lose i done proved it
music is one of the few things i was born to do,
trust me theres not many above me
and if your showah then i must be water proof,
coz i do this pro no joke man im so cold
that they blame me when they caught the flu,
cah, man im top ten yeah with the top men
you will never see me on the nine like quarter to,
know who your talkin to,
and take note of my bars is what you ought to do,
clock that im the sort of youth that will make the bangs,
and make the fans get bored of you,
why?? coz i got high steps of bars and even connects to france
im like waterloo,
my aims to not sly i claim the spot light
and thats why nobody thought of you. | | |
| I want to have my DNA taken to the far ends of the Milkyway. Someone should order small plastic vials from the manufacturer using the green Thomas industrial catolog at the public library, look up vials /plastic. Next have someone make a kids rubber helium party baloon that is 1 inch bigger when its inflated so it goes higher in the sky. Have it made with glow in the dark stuff that shines at night. It will take two rubber baloons tied together to carry up the plastic vial taped to one of the baloons. Proceed to get poke-em lancets from the drug store to prick your finger. Now Space-Aliens flying in invisible craft in Earths skies could retrieve a drop of your blood when you release the baloons over the desert or nature park. Go ahead and dab a drop of blood onto the surface of the baloon instead if you want, then only one baloon is needed. Your baloon might be recognized by the Aliens up there. Or you might find the whole idea a bad thing. Should people who believe there is Aliens visiting our solor system send out a spacecraft way past Pluto that has a supply of fruit tree, vegetable and berry seeds so the Extra-terrestial star travellers can take it home? | | |
This is a rap battle website and ur tlkin bout outta of space n ting...
iLaugh | | |
Scott H Florance... Wtf?
Click i wasnt tryin to get salty
but techniqually you did reply back.. | | |
well u mentiond my name..is not a big ting but still..
u mentioned my name in the 1st line so if anyone wants to clash i dont mind init...its up to u still....iSed my bit...its ur choice wether u wanna continue n reply bk to me cah yh...i did reply bk... | | |
im man enough to admit you spit mad game..
better than me | | |
| well fanx init i got nuff respect for u init...i respect people who are man enough to admit things...you got bars to dont get me wrong...i only been spittin for a year so im still uppin my levels...but your good to g..nuff RESPECT | | |
Dookie these bars aint for you...jus gonna type sum more barsss init....
this aint for aint for anyone...these are bars i used when i clashed sum1...
look, im in charge, i do what you cant,
naturally better then you by far,
fully involved in everything try tell me
that you better then me i Laugh,
notice you wont get notice from me
coz im more hooked to the chedda then rats are,
if you wanna test you can try but you cant
coz my eyes stay to the road like a driver,
im a grime star, naturally bar writer,
never been a lyer..neither,
not like none of them teens who claim to spray "arms",
they must be talkin "Right Guard",
full time pro-fessional by miles, its not jus bars,
im better by class,
your better then who not me. not none of my bars,
im better then you by far. | | |
imma heavyweight with the bars,
them are lightweights but fuck them clarts,
pass a rope and let me get skippy with the bars,
holdin it up like titties in a bra, skippy with the bars,
sumthing like biggie with his bars,
this game is an army, call me the sarge,
im not fizzy but i can still get busy with the bars,
and my teams not dead so you cant bury us,
cant bury us, cant bury us,
im movin so fast i can eat them cars,
im jus schoolin emcces takin them back to class,
throwin them away without a navagater,
but you've ran out of bars you need to re-charge,
dont come around my team try thinkin ur hard,
ur a softy, dont try run up in the war,
ill tek your girl and play her like a guitar..
lool | | |
ahah
theres this crazy ass rapper
goes by Wiz Khalifa
from pittsburgh
ever heard of him ? | | |
nah dnt think i have you know..
is he good??
where you from?? | | |
all these faggot ass rappers send em to an early grave
more than half of these fuckers havent even started to shave
there mothers force it on em when they have to bath
the life i live is the life they crave
murda all these faggots and force to be my slaves
when i rap crazy some you dont understand it
i got more fans then them making the band pricks
i aint tryin to listen to your lazy ass verses
my spit so evil itll leave you curses
leave all you assholes in all fuckas in all black herses
and after i murda ya'll take all your converses
lol (not to you click)
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lets here yo shit sam
lil fucker | | |
sam lets see ur bars then init...
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Ok... Now Ima Go Off On'em
At First I Was Goin Soft On'em
But Now Its Time To Go Hard!
Bustin... Bangin Boguard
Take A Shit In Yo Yard
Take A Piss On Yo Broad
Make A List Of Yo Boyz
And Go And Murder Them All
Life Is A Short A Midget Told Me That
And I Alllways Thought I Was Fly Like I Had A Pidgeon On My Back
But I Got Decisions On My Back
Vision On My Back
So Dont You Ever Run Up On Me I Got Precision Wit That Gat
I Dont Rat-Ta-Tat-Tat-Tat
All I Got To Do Is Tat!
Bet I Hit My Tar-Get
Like A Fuckin Dart Mat
My Address Is Cloud Nine
See And U Shall Find
D00KiE On Da Grind
Im About My Frankensteins
U Kno Me, From My Lincolns To My Franklins
See I Make That Money Stretch And Connect Like An Anklet
keep them Bitches Runnin In Out My House Like A Banquet
And I Dont Even Speak Their Language
talk shit on that sam | | |
Rappin Is My Hobby, My House Has A Lobby
My Bitches Act Snobby because I Feed Them Thousands
I Kno That Didn't Rhyme but Im Only Being Honest
You cant Pay Me In Cash now Im Only Seein Commas.
I Swear I got On Saks 5th Boxers Right Now
Im Tryna Milk The Game As If The Game Was A Cow
I Had A Eddie Bauer Expedition 7 Years Ago
My Grandma Used To Tell Me That She Swear I Been Here Befo.
I Used To Wear Braids Like Jasons Lyric,Whoa
Spent A Bundle On The Cross Because Iam Spi-Ri-Tual
And I Can Never Pass A Physical...I Stay High,
High As The Voice Of Akon!
And Make Mine A Straight wit No Chase
Hold The Ice... I Got Enuff On Ne Way
And Wen They See The Boy They Hyperventilate
I Got Them Runnin After Me Like Im About To Win A Race.
or that? | | |
Never Entertain The Suckas Wit The Hatin Bidness
Im On A Yacht Playin Table Tennis
Expensive Lenin,Women Sinning
Adultery... Compulsively
Im An Arsenist On The Beat...Blaze Fire
The Door Close To The Booth I Feel Like A Caged Lion
Yea, Let Me Loose Now Let Me Get'em
Cuz I Aint Goin Back And Forth Like Badmitton
No I Will Never Drop The Ball Like Badmitton
And I Aint Being Conceited Im Just Ad-Mittin
I Flow Cocky... Got Hand Rhythm
I Got This Bitch On Lock Like San Quentin
Im Tough Daddy Whats Poppin Gangsta
Im Tryna Keep My Pockets Fat Like Opera Singers
So Sharp If U Touch Me Ill Chop Ya Fingers
Im On Top Of The Game
Like Helicopter Angles
I See U Niggas, I Hope U Havin Fun
I Hope U Have A Gun This Shit Is Crazy
Its D00KiE Baby, Im Here To Take It
And Its Lookin Vacant. Cuz...
sam you cant touch us | | |
and im not only D00KiE but i go as Jaz Rits too son..
recognize | | |
you niggas spit weak lemme show what it is..
fuck west side, fuck midwest, fuck dirty south
east sides wheres its at baby, pistolvania stand up
Lemme Get'Em Ent.
you niggaz know that i'm the J-A-Z
erybody know im the next B-I-G
so if you want beef come an get at me
cuz imma kill you lyrically, you gonna D-I-E
i run this shit like imma fuckin don
if this was a chess game ya'll niggaz is pawns
but not me, no imma motha fuckin king
you niggaz cant rap so you better learn to sing
im the unofficial king of the freestyle
if your from egypt then im a nile crocodile
turn off your speakers nigga turn down the dial
they call me ritz cuz i got so much chedda
fuck wit the J.R. you get that barretta
and if you reply to this then ill have a vendetta
cuz you fuckin wit a nigga, # 1 trend setta
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| yo this is gflllowz sorry i been in a real studio but just thought id let yall know ur all still lame as fuck... and this DOOKIE kid..jAZ RITZ.... u know all hes doing is writing an already famous rappers lyrics and calling them his.... Its called lil wayne... lil weezy.. u hearda him? weezy f baby.. lookem up..i have.. and i know his fuckin songs... and jus about every thing he posted is exact weezy quotes...ur lame dude | | |
lets get shit straight i did do that on D00KiE to prove to that cat rap aint dookie. man i just fuck around on tht dookie name to piss ppl off but i mean you want real shit man?
here it come.
gflllowz wtf you sayin?
never been in the studio you were on porn.. masturbatin
you gettin mad i can feel your head inflatin
im more brutal so get out the way satan
this cat think he's tight look at his rhymes
this nigga never even committed a fuckin crime
he thinks when he raps he takes his time
this shit comes easy straight outta my mind
you dont got shit on me so quit tryin
im not just gettin fly fucka i been flyin
and to be honest weezy aint shit
me n pistolvania bout to takeover this rap bit
so quit actin hard all you little pricks
or youll be dead like the career of the knicks
you set of a bomb now you hear the ticks
you jealous cuz you found out im so so sick
you should worship me and my whole crew
cuz we keep it real we do what we do
you aint shit you fuckin punk ass bitch
you rap more irrattin then a genetal itch
and no1 fucks wit you cuz you a # 1 snitch
now im done wit you im about to ditch
and remember the day i blew up this bitch | | |
lets get shit straight i did do that on D00KiE to prove to that cat rap aint dookie. man i just fuck around on tht dookie name to piss ppl off but i mean you want real shit man?
here it come.
gflllowz wtf you sayin?
never been in the studio you were on porn.. masturbatin
you gettin mad i can feel your head inflatin
im more brutal so get out the way satan
this cat think he's tight look at his rhymes
this nigga never even committed a fuckin crime
he thinks when he raps he takes his time
this shit comes easy straight outta my mind
you dont got shit on me so quit tryin
im not just gettin fly fucka i been flyin
and to be honest weezy aint shit
me n pistolvania bout to takeover this rap bit
so quit actin hard all you little pricks
or youll be dead like the career of the knicks
you set of a bomb now you hear the ticks
you jealous cuz you found out im so so sick
you should worship me and my whole crew
cuz we keep it real we do what we do
you aint shit you fuckin punk ass bitch
you rap more irrattin then a genetal itch
and no1 fucks wit you cuz you a # 1 snitch
now im done wit you im about to ditch
and remember the day i blew up this bitch | | |
and another thing weezy copied gilles word
so does that make me gille the 3rd
nothing wrong wit that g you absurd
why dont you meet me and shoot me a fair one
because just talkin bout aint that fun
because theres nothing to talk about no skills at all
as i fly high you simply fall
and you know i stay tall thats why you chop me down
im the king of this shit get me my crown
and you and you crew can all bow down
and know if you ever come to my town
its not my bad if you get shot down
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gflllowz cant match me and thatt is forreal
you a fake motha fucka, im the definition of ill
thats about all there is too it | | |
OPEN CHALLENGE TO ANYONE:
just try to out spit me, anyone man this is too easy cmon anyone at all? | | |
challenge been out for awhile and i see that everyones too scared to even accept?
lol all of you are bitches.. no acceptions | | |
| im a canabis smoker, joint toker, put the green in the bong and just smoke it, im living it up smoking the good stuff, high as fuck in the air loving the puff puff, im chilling out up in the sky with red eye, needing to bring my head back down to life, fUCK IT 1 more boomy a shotty and a joint wont hurt, ill suck away till gods curse then blow it away or else the lungs'll burst. | | |
i just want to get on the map i aint black
and i say f*ck rock i like rap
i am only 14 but my mind is old start talking guns and me blood runs cold cuz i grow up in the hood dont that just sound good
look this is the deal i just say how i feel cus its real and hopefuly one day shit people like me will play it
i dont give a f*ck what you think i will drown u in my sink i just get a mic and spit it i love to amid it
but i say f*ck the world i am going to play some day and this is my statement
i am going to sing from my soul
and tho that i do know
as i grow old my soul gets cold
cuz i am stuck in this town
so i frown
but i never look down | | |
i hate agressive panic paranoid mania about i'm listen to rap music cause them rap me dog cat gay i'm not animal and not homosexual i 'like agirl why you rap me? . my hate rise up and piss off
america media why do u make me like a joke ?
i wanna stop this crime on me . long time ago
why do u don't stop . reallity life is too short
i' older i wanna leave with out my name in rap music i wanna erese my name in memorie of every one i'm so lonely and so try to hard
i wanna stop . i wanna freedom in my life
i wanna hope in my life but all hope is gone
when i listen or play media < computer game music> i fear and paranoid . i wanna know what
happen in my life 10 year ago about this bullshitstory i tire i'm phycho and no hope
i wish every god < jesus buddha allah satan > to find my self out of pain inside but now
the pain is alive and bleed me from media
who can help me from this pain ? i wanna girl friend to rescue me and pull me from hell | | |
It's been a long road, the strongest to survive and the weakest on the floor, im not even trippin homie let the truth be told ,this my life,and only the strongest to survive,.
disrespect the westcoast homie you get fucked up ,all of my homies in this place ese was up | | |
| duskie straight up jacked lyrics from jedi mind tricks | | |
| Duskie just copies lyrics from Celph Titled, Apathy and the Demigodz and replaces their names with his.. like all the way through.. NICE ONE. You're really good. Fucking douchebag. | | |
stfu Ed you just readin this blog
you don't spit you just chill like the fog
you ain't got fire no passion
your mom eats my dick like military rations
oh oh
shit, when i come through
aint no telling what imma do to you
i'll grab a knife and stick it thru your eye socket
and then bang your girl and cum like NASA rocket | | |
| ak-47 is the weapon of use, fill tht bitch will a bunch of abuse.try to rap ths shit, u goin to get hit, with some more mother f****** gangsta shit | | |
| Fuck you i buck poo and shun you | | |
LYNDEN IS A FAGGOT
A MAGGOT A DRAGON THATS SWAGGIN | | |
my raps the best, it beats all the rest
i sit here writing, while all me mates out fighten,
its a hard world, yo yo yo yo | | |
y'all are gay swimming in sperm
saying you own da world.
I bet you fucking your cousin
tellin him how you buzzin
Trying to get firm by watching your dad
damn that bad.
you got a worm in your dick
dont even know what a clit is
i know i aint no whiz
but stop your dumb ass rhymes
saying u can rap
well i'll bust a cap in your red-neck brains
murder you till you beg for mercy
you a drunk wreck with crack in your pocket
trying to get some cash cuz u cant get a label
saying you creating a fable
i wouldnt let you suck my tits for anything
thats right i gotta pussy but im more man then you
get your balls away from my ass
i'll put u right back into class
whip ya like a teacher
your own mutha dont want ya
ima god damn preacher
yeah u have the right to remain silent its the law
i dont blame you for livin in da street
but go get your nappy head fixed
and stop eatin them dog treat
we all know your worse than a bitch in heat
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| YO...YO LISTEN...UH..."I NEED TO GET MY MONEY RIGHT, SO I CAN REALLY GET BLUNTED RIGHT, THE CITY LIGHTS GOT ME FEELING REALL DIDDY LIKE, NIK-NAK, SPIT A PRICE AND WATCH ME BUY IT DONT EVEN THINK TWICE, THEN JUMP JETS AND WATCH ME TAKE FLIGHT ALL NIGHT"..... | | |
| As I said in August 09, Letsbeef....Get at it :P:P | | |
Names B-Chezzy, my pressures gettin you heavy, while my heat is stayin steady. Ill ball you in this bitch all night long, then steal your girlfriend cause she's workin that thong, whats she doin with a bitch like you anyway? everytime you with a bitch you got nothin charming to say, your sex life is a joke just like your game, everyone sees you and knows who to blame, your tiny ass dick? or just that your not that slick, unless we on the court where you always fall short, so give up on tryin cause its only me thats flyin
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All of you are fucking awful. Commit suicide.
Dismissed! | | |
| yo big dick jones here coming to rap for ya you better stop raping or i will chore ya i rap almighty not your stupid shit bitch please you dont got a big dick | | |
Hip hop isnt a passion anymore its a sport cause we jus fought bout who was better it was me i got a letter from the government they must be mad but im lovin it
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| swag so stupid like a suicide boomer, ill put the guns to your head like you ran up to Obama, stay home lil nigga cause you don't want no drama, these machine gun shells will have you crying to your mama | | |
See some people get on their laptops typing straight off of their rhyming dictionaries not me
Yo I spit words like watermellon seeds, swallowing MCs, and conquering all of my enemies, that's steeze; Straight out of South Dakota where we crop dust our plains with planes that leaves chemical stains in our brains; Trying to kill off these culture vultures bottom-feeding off of Hip Hop's teet. the similarities of my rhymes and soap is the third step of lather rinse and repeat; defeat the beat then you post a twitter tweet. that's neat but I'm thinking most of us are going to want to take your shit back to customer service, where's the receipt?; no matter I make your mandible shatter so your speech is tattered. had it not mattered I probably wouldnt have left you enamored; See rap today is honestly straight funny. for when we going to realize that vintage cash is wiser than young money. | | |
| Rapping over the internet like this is exactly like the special olympics cos even if you win your still a spastic now stop this silliness and Join a gym or so something worthwhile with your lives jeeeeze how did I even find this place !!! | | |
dear wanna b's,
I am your creator, you hater, I created you in a game, You are the game, I am the player, when you complain and hate, it makes you sound gayer and gayer, I'll peel you until the end of your hater layers,
Dark matter
I'm starring at this page and it's blank,
My minds spinning but i aint,
I aint playing saying all these words thats why u listening,
I lay down my thoughts that haunted me,
put them in a box 1 by 1,
till im ready to take them out,
Nows the right time to split these rymes,
They tell me i got problems but they traits,
I think they hating because i go hard in the paint,
I came from nothing do u understand,
Been passed like a cigarette to careless hands,
I keep on spitten, no one listening,
I aint going through this pain again,
When i leave this house,
The unforgettfull shit just follows me, I live my raps,
I wish i could write the future,
I would be free,
Not locked up where they hide the key,
Black clouds, bright mind
Get into my imagination b4 i throw u in it,
I shoud've ask nicely but that aint me,
i'm exploring the darkness,
trying to find the light,
no roads, no path,
It's hard to remember the good times,
I'm sure i had plenty,
i feel to hight to remember any.
whenever I think,
My mind goes into Shock,
U may think all my rymes may seem like talk,
Think what u want, but u can't want what u think,
Mind full of darkness,
Relight it with water and fire,
It's exactly the same as Yin Cheech and Yang Chong,
Listen fool! this Song is not a sing along,
Live Life, Breath that air,
Nobody can never live forever,
realization will cut ur imagination and ur creation,
shattered mirrors,
so many reflections,
i can't recognize myself anymore,
Livin' life, still not liking it,
Can't get another Life so i tear my rymes in half,
u do tha math,
beat afta beat, seconds turns into a minute,
just wait a sec, i'll kill this beat in minute,
Awaiting for the right moment to disapper,
it must not b here,
I Re-Invented dark matter,
I know i have worries,
but when the dust hits,
I would face it,
Because right now i don't gotta obey shit,
I'm satisfied till i have to go back to lies,
Damn lemme get back to business,
Good times when everyone was smileing,
No those were high times | | |
yo yo MY STYLE IS GENERIC YOUR AUTHETIC MADE
AM GONNA FUCK YOU UP WITH RAGE
AND THIS WHOLE PLACE WILL BECOME A CAGE
THAN I WILL KICK YOUR YOU ASS AND I'LL RUB MA SHIT INTO YOUR FACE.
MA IDENTITY YOU ? YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO TRACE AM GONNA WIN HIS BATLE RACE AND I'LL SPIT MA DICK WILL SPIT THE CUM IN TO YOUR FACE
TRY TO FEEL
ITS NOT A BIG DEAL
AFTER BATTELING ME YOU WILL NEVER HEAL
YOU ARE JUST A BITCH WHO PLAYED WITH HER SELF AND BROKEN HER SEAL
ITS HIP HOP SHOP BABY NOT YOUR PARENTS MARRIED TAPE RECORDERS REEL
I M AT THE TOP OF THIS HILL
SPEAK THE WRONG WORD AND YOU WILL GET SUCK
FOR WINNIN THIS BATTLE ,NOT GONNA WORK YOUR LUCK
I DONT GIVES A FUCK
MA TECHNIQUES BIZARE AND ILL ALL I KNOW IS KILL
I LIVES THE LIFE FREE LIKE AN EAGLE
ALL OF YOUR GAY JOKES ARE ILLEGAL
YOUR ALL SHITS ARE CRAP
I M FO REL WITH NO FEAR
ON TOP GEAR
YOUR WORDS WONT MOVE ME U R A MINOR WE MAJOR
MESS WITH ME IT WILL BE YOUR LAST TIME
I M FROM KILLA GANGS WHO DONT CARE
FROM ME BITCH BE SCARE
EVERY WORD / RHYME I RAP IS 25 TO LIFE AND FREE STYLE IS MA LIFE
I GOT MA MOUTH FLIIPIN SHITS I KEEP S SPITTIN ON EVERY SHOE IT TRIES TO GET FITTIN YOU WILL GET SHOOK THERE SITTIN
SCARE TO DEATH SCARE TO LOOK THERE IS NO SUCH THING LIKE HALF WAY CROOK
MESS WITH ME YOU WILL BE SHOOK
(IT WAS MA FIRST TRIAL GUYS I TRIED MA BEST ) | | |
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