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FUCK I'm THE BADDEST, you need BUCKets of PRACTICE, you're not UP to my STATUS. I'm MERCIFUL subMERGE you FULLy in deepest WATER, your URGENCY to breathe, an EMERGENCY like my need to SLAUGHTER. I WOULD NOT HESITATE to make you LEVITATE, we COULD BOX to DEATH Then I will PUT SHOTS in your WOOD BOX locked with GOOD LOCKS
Save your BREATHE If you have any LEFT
LMAO at both of you having to edit, god damn
The edits should've left an empty post instead of all trash
Aussie Rep, huh? Bet aussie means bad
Then we have James L playing spiritual
Without a soul, it's pitiful
I'll pound you both to minimal body mass, all too fast
Not's that bad! y'all are not that bad, tryna flash
I got y'all bagged in the ones that zipped
Bars shine bright while blunts aren't even lit
You a spoof, and aussie, Uluru looks like a pile of shit
False aspects of how violent you get, like its a strength
Why don't you quit? How come your Rep don't supply you with sense
Really wack when you rap, and "little James'll" get kidnapped
So, you won't be getting pussy, but Jimmy is getting snatched
No std but your getting claps, till the pistols jam
Can't make the cut, so if you took a stab at it, your the one slashed
Aussie's sure a dumb ass... Once a while's still a mule
So it's funny how both you dead fucks keep coming up with bull
Not N Nice is just a slab of meat, dude'll be brutally beaten
tenderized with one punchline, he'll get blasted off of this planet rock,
call him the Astro-Not, one of Jupiter's moons will receive him
You'll be strapped with glocks and pistols to cock back and pop
the day that your ass can hawk lyrical loogies and have groupies to feed 'em(give them feedback);
the day that your asshole drops forbidden-fruit seeds from Eden, dropping that shitty knowledge that you be repeatin';
or the day that Castro stops his Cuban allegiance and has his casket stocked with American souvenirs even.
Who in here heeds the threats repeatedly spewed from this juvenile cretin?
You shouldn't believe him, he's not a vet but he's food that needs seasoning
who does he think he is, the keyboard king? he's a newcomer peeing his jeans in the ring
Meanwhile my lines are tighter than Lucifer's demon wings
You're throwing botched up attacks, I'm topnotch and you're wack,
I'll make you leave this rap game and constantly look back like your constantly watching your back,
like the Sasquatch-from-the-Patterson Gimlin film...I gotcha all wracked
your dome piece will make a nice tchotchke for Pav's hopscotch in fact,
you're an onion head nigga, you don't listen when I tell you your rhyming is horrible
switch ya shit up, all them lines been used up since time immemorial, fo' real
deal or no deal? You'll tear a wrist the second you punch this, so no deal
my jovial lines parallel smack your eyes, my warfare microbial
I give the mic polio...my pen is illin', your head is fillin' with thoughts of Once, "again he will win"
Not's a dunce...about 20 trillion braincells away from being semi brilliant, and there's only about 100 billion
I can sense his envy feelin', they made son with built-in resentment toward men & women
you ain't fuckin' evil kid...like he pretendin' to be pedophilic towards devil children
I swear there's always a laxative pill in his rectum chillin'
cuz he be dropping shit at a constant rate,
Not needs to concentrate upon some great bars to make
or at least self-constipate.
OnceaWhile will be found under ceramic tiles, after I'm done my shopping in the Hardware aisle
A cold case file is the requirement, for those who sound defiant with entitlement
end up with a missing wifeand found on sale on Ebay, is where all your home items went.
Invade your space, then drop a penny in your couch to leave my scent,
the peek of your assent will quickly turn to a diving event, descending 100 km/hour on to cement,
with the intent to indent and shatter your frame,
like an ex-girlfriend that's been estranged, looking at pictures of her ex-boyfriend all day.
dude is bald, gay, and has a sex toy he calls "bae",
he has ghostwriters he exploits for small pay,
he thinks his text's poison, what do y'all say?
if I catch him in my hallway I'll spray his doll-face
with a small mace can, place hands on his waistband
pull him by the dang pants towards me till he faceplant,
then I'll stomp where his skull lay...another one falls prey
He meditates, hopes that my statements are false, prays all day
while I penetrate his mom so that my balls they pulsate, screaming, "Andalé, andalé!"
his mother wakes up at the crack of Don, at which point i smack up Don
for the shitty display of lyricism that the asshole spawns...
Yo, he's the type to declare out loud the whereabouts of his secret lair,
the type to fail hard battling even if he came pre-prepared,
the type to fart out gales from his ass and then deeply breathe the air
son cease ya prayers, what I conceive is rare
what I can see through these layers of Ayurvedic care
is a kid whose not sick, I'll stop his thoughts quick
knock unconscious this Don bitch with lyrical drop kicks
We're at a loss with this dude on the RB roster
he's sleeping on me too, somebody grab the sharpie marker
mark lines on him from head to toe, make him look partly Rasta
he's the type to bring pocket monsters to a party and recite copypasta
^ that was not bad
I thought I was the only one left who even tried w/ text
Now u just need concepts this site hasn't sited yet
Everything on rb is played, what you typin next?
You'll pay agreein to stay in their box, might as well write a check
Those 2 bars probably flew over these heads heads
But I'll put it to bed, leave em dead in said bed
Niggas better dread the predator, gettin better'er
Rb veterans, back & forth over the net like Federer
But call me Roddick, I hit it once n I got it
Ya bitch gave me that nickname cause its curtains when i drop it
Stop it, bitch u suck, ya style strait trash, dirty
If these dicks bump onceawhile, they have herpes
You're Once a while, but always in a woe
ALL your bars non-original
All you are's fond of getting smoked
Just a joke
You post... Nothing to quote
I haven't made ONE threat
I tell ya whats gon happen to ya
For fake shit you text
Claim your the best by way of your mess
Knowing in back of your head that I'm lethal
But since it's the web, you flex
Your Jedi mind tricks are so fucking weak
Your not 50 Cent, Jay, or Nas, you're just a geek
Oh? you have a collegiate vocabulary? But sweet
There's nothing deep
You either suck dick in person
Or log on, read my verse & suck your teeth
From defeat...
... And James L plain failed
I'll leave ya eyes black; box with me?
You won't propel
Think your bars are choppers? They're blunt as hell
Not's? Though as nails
You'll need to rock-band aids, & act tame around me as well
Both of you's not a grocers fruit, but a homo-group
Cuz y'all crews in the same lane, with y'alls backs broken, duped
Guess that's a handicapped vehicle,
For sake of metaphors
Basically stating y'alls sissys
Y'all MOW lawns, y'all aren't M.en O.f W.ar
You haven't made a threat?
Get out of this cypher, you must be an old-timer with Alzheimer's,
I should pound you until you shit in your adult diaperQuote:
I'll pound you both to minimal body mass, all too fast
Not's getting clowned with the text
Not's getting down, eleven rounds from the tecs,
shots getting found in his neck
all because he lives in the ghetto and won't pay his rent,
on some fake Tenacious D shit, except all the excuses this lame invents
have straight up pent his landlord's anger; hence why he spent this fag, Not came N went,
that's how Nice name was meant...At present he's laid on cement, exhibit A, the main event
you ain't a threat kid, you're like a bomb made defective
you'll never blow up plus you might just be played to death, bitch you made a death wish
when you tested my excellence, its a vain objective,
I'll show you tough love like you banged a sexist
get roughed up then drugged up with lyrical fang injections,
God laughs at your design, and yeah I am a nerd - with rhymes -
you're radius with rhymes, I'm diameter with lines,
I completely make the cut in the winner's circle, you're stuck half the way behind
These concepts? I'm the first to mention(1st dimension), then I'm animating mine (2D)
as vivid as Swami Vivekananda visions when he contacts the Great Divine
your amateurish mind can't equate to mine, my fans created shrines because my raps were made to shine
Your only just ill enough to make the cancer rate decline, I don't care with this bastard may opine
all he does is masturbate and whine, masquerading as some rap-master Shady signed
time to pull off that shabby "fake" disguise...your caskets waiting Nice.
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Originally Posted by Not N Nice
Shit your barz weak! So one punch from me, this lame will fall...
Cuz your fuckin name Not Nice, .....truly explains it all!!
There's once, again
With pseudo-intellectual bullshit, once again
How could I "pound" you without seeing you?
These are called punches, kid
As much as you disregard em, they offend
Makes you acquire on mentioning fans
That you never did or will ever have
Guess you were mad
Now...
Pavonia? Game over, your a lame loner
Pics of Justin Bieber & Rick Ross's chains?
Your just a poser
Do you represent a culture?
Do you represent yourself?
If you answer yes to either one
Your profile says some'n else
Just not measuring up
& once a while guessed & flunked
Figure I'm ghetto due to dialect?
Suckas stay testing nuts
Funny, the background I'm from is
The foreground your at
What you know about fixing your homes roof
Not worried about debt?
Not calling a building manager
Not funded by parents
Your soft ass'll prob'ly be scared of heights
Calling repairmen
You gotta man up at some time
Somehow, I feel you can't bear it
Feeling the vibes of your persona
Thru wack ass bars that your sharing
Your verse was shit! Bruh...you aint worth my time...
Cuz you wrote a whole fuckin verse that somehow didnt rhyme!
You fuckin lyin sayin your barz have strength but you'll say they do..
Homie its DISS THE BITCH ABOVE, which again you fuckin failed to do!
Where's the proof? Your verse is played which could never be saved...
Cuz after reading your verse every rapper dead is rolling over in their grave!
Call me out to battle if ya wanna get ko'ed again, crush your barz that be miniature...
Cuz you just got KNOCKED DA FUCK OUT...like the receiving punch in ya signature!!
Blaaaaat!!!
i don't see talent, not n nice can't even catch a rhyme,
now pav thinkin he killin it, one syllable rhyme scheme at a time,
Ya outta line, im kotd shit, known to make a sick diss,
puttin a spin on an old punch that'll make this kid twist,
Pav will get burned in our battle,
murdered like cattle when aliens travel to Earth then skedaddle,
Not will have his turn if he tattles,
James L? He's barely learnin' to paddle
up my Niagra flow that'll hurl and addle
anyone near enough the surge of the cataract to get hurt and then rattled
both ya bars crippled as fuck, Not and Pav; and James L lame as well
bunch of cottage havin' gay elves that get body bagged with the same shell
and I don't mean a shotty, magnum, or any automatic stainless steel,
I'll mario kart that ass, bombard that ass with a koopa shell, pray-tell us your stay in hell
I'll revive you 3 cuz y'all weren't made to kill...
you're too inept to do it, you dudes are extra stupid
but I'll build a case on you and have my students steppin to it
they'll put a spell on your remains, a curse if anything,
but the preferred words are "bird-shit fledglings"
I'll take all three of you on, and then take you all under my wings
y'all some dumb tits flappin' your lips, that shit won't fly with me like you were dappin' the feds
I'm the Cap of this ship, so high in rank I could crap on your heads while you nap in your nest
slap on a vest if you think your bullet proof, you'll be goin poof when I'm clappin' the lead-
-I'll applaud you with one hand, one tap on your chest- even with no punches my rap is the best
out of the three of you bastards, I'm not some whack egotistical clown
and NotNice, you lackin' the testicles to pound, when you punch I react with tickled sounds
not cuz your punch landed and was funny, but because it was laughable dummy
you're a daffodil dummy, you ain't half as ill dummy this wannabe gangster gets his mass appeal from me
you're soft and ain't ready for war, you're like gumby planting his ass in the back of a humvee
I'll stop ya motions with a claymore mine, despite that you already got deader raps than a mummy
I could end Bombz with a good one-liner
under his shoe that'll set his foot on fire,
step to this, I'll have soot all flyin' after you're cooked alive
and I'll be took by surprise
if any of you rap rookies survive,
you'll get a push from be-hind
into a shooken beehive, I shouldn't be kind
with this crooked mind that you couldn't define
this bitch on some king of the dot shit?
You're not sick, you're gassed up like Auschwitz
having Zyklon B cough fits...
choking when the mics on, please stop it-
Look man I didn't make the jewish cadavers
and murder ain't a humorous matter
its the hubris of rappers
I'm just using this as a rude diss to a rather
stupid bastard who thinks his last verse
moved Not and Pav, when it was actually the hugest disaster
since God and his staff blew up the challenger
which is what'll happen to bombz too with 3 other dudes as the passangers...
This whole verse read like....blah...blah....blah....blah....Quote:
Originally Posted by Onceawhile
One bar ya deaded....
Onceawhile never besting me? Lets just think....
Not sure still dipshit, well i guess just press the link!!
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...04#post8692104
KO bitch!
This Pav bitch...on some predictable wack shit
you earned bragging rights but kid you still lack wits
while I'm getting in practice you'll be sittin' relaxin'
then I'll personally have you missin' in action
the mission is that simple - it's not even a mission
i'll appear in this thread, mods'll give me a nod, leavin me with him
I won't smash you at first, I'll improve your bodily condition
cuz I don't wanna beat up bitches who are weak, so they ought to be auditioned
put up ya dukes, that last battle wasn't luck or fluke
if defeating the best denies logic then i'mma fuckin kook who'll have this sucka nuked