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Proffesor K sounds like a guy from a cereal box.
But he ain't got any "lucky charms" only got cocks.
He's too broke, so he fed on my verse looking for a free dinner.
I'm signing you up for a whackness competition. For sure your the winner.
I'm hunting you down, leaving you with a feeling of trepidation.
You ride cocks, I can tell by the look of your rhymes, your cockasion.
This isn't the matrix nigga, there's no hacks, this is real life.
Only me, my knife, my dick and your wife.
Yo fuck, I see your imagination is limited as you aint got no name,
I would hide my identity if my raps were so fucking lame.
You aint hunting down shit, you are more like Elmer Fude,
You come across competition and your running for your butt plug.
If I had the tall ears and buck teeth then I guess you could call me Bugs,
If this was the WB cartoon, by now I would have filled you full of slugs.
Sometimes you'll easily swallow a bottle a day
Most of the time you spit it straight back out of your face
It's like.. in goes alcohol and out comes words
I'm gonna get you sweating by the end of the first verse
Worse than your Grandma when she's building a landmark
Popping off, like the pistol in her handbag, bang that
You ain't proper Irish, you're from the northern part
Bet you spend your time slashing knives; blowing up cars
I'm smart - except for the ocean there just know we're miles apart
Lyrically, intellectually, this is how it's meant to be...
nigga i push ur shits aside like a trolly down the car parck.....
ima spill ya cum and give it to u so u drink it and become more dumb dan a porck.....
son,d alcohol i can stand is gonna blow up ur brain,dats all i got in my vains & u neva gonna be able to mantain.....
im like a trouble shooter.....dats y dey call me d booter.....
kick ya off cos u a damn looser.....
son,i purge my lyrics
and dey embelish...opps...
i mean abolish ur weak scripts.....
cos im dope,i aint no joke.....
pushing chunks into a hot ass choke after a smoke....
now dats worth a hot ass flow.....;)
Your ass is only hot cos you've been fucked with a strap-on
You don't diss my scripts, you just playing with your cap-gun
Sit and eat crisps and chips and shit like this
And get fatter and fatter that's what makes you get laughed at
Bitch, I'm 'a drive by your crib, fire your ass with a flash gat
Blast out a thousand rounds out the window of my car
I'll stain the walls with blood, like your Ma and your Pa
So give up now, no point in rapping anymore, Yvonne
Your style is gone, there's really nothing left of it
Back for your crown? You're a clown, down in there
Lurking in the sewers and the dumps who slumps up
Every now and then to give the mic another go
Oh no... Game's off, show's over, JUST QUIT
Your novice-ass mockery startin to take the biscuit
Fuck it...
People should read over their shit after they write,
Sean, couple of those lines you wrote didn't mean shite.
To correct you the only thing that sperates us is the Irish Sea,
It aint an ocean, and what was that you said about Intellectually?
I'm suprised you got on this site thru your parental restriction,
But then I meet your mama on this site that provides the explanation.
So just cause I am from Belfast it means that I am in the IRA,
Rather that, than an English Cunt that only been to to School for a day.
So you four year old mother fucker, I'll get my dick out and you suck on it,
and before you get in your car next time I would check under the bonnet.
Boom Bitch.
English cunt? lol I'm originally from Ireland
You think you're the best cos you can analyse my rhymes
Believe me, that's the last time you're gonna do
Better in a battle while you rappin with your rattle
Motherfucker
What the fuck was that shit about parental restriction?
That's just a bunch of hypocrytic contradiction
I met both your parents they told me that they're on a mission
To fuck up your upbringing; said "sit down and listen"
"It's another success story, we just didn't get his head sorted"
You're just another fuck-up that needs to be exported
Or exploded, in the middle of the road, my arms loaded
And fuck you up worse than your mother of a hoe did
Blow this shit, bitch
blow dis shit?................BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
dats some easy stuff....like a simple math,1 + 1.....
nigga i think u good...but mayne ur RHYMES aint good.....
take a glance with a lance at ur verse 1ce agen....
ya got brain farted 1ce agaen?.....
i saw u told me to give up....
nigga i thro dat back at u.....so now shut d fuck up.....
i never give up d sword
cos im a figher.....im born to win & ball....
nigga ima carve my initcials on ur chest....
chop u and sent u to ur fam and tell em u at rest....
son,dont try to pull some thug rank.....
or ur bloods gonna fill my big tank,say thanx.....
nigga ur focus is blury.....
betta go to d shrick.....bitch hurry.......
ima barck on ya,dance on ya.....lol.....plaw!!!
You're a joke, motherfucker I can laugh at your raps
I find your shit as funny as a spaz on the Lax
Come and have a taste of my firearm sedation
Flood the place with blood and guts then it's clean-up operation
The aftermath is grim, don't you believe me? Sleazy..
That's your limitation; you never find it easy
Station X will decode my raps back from 1944
I've been hollering on the mic since before I was even born
I used to love it then, but now I love it even more
My lab's full of scriptures that'll lyrically knock you to the floor
Lock the door; you fucker ain't seeing my good side anymore
You're never going to sell raps, might as well sell yourself as a whore
I'm 'a take you to thirteen rounds, motherfucker
who d fuck asked about ur past lil cunt?
u just a paddy braod......mayneeee u gonna quickly fall
niggas respect me and bow down to muh feeet when dey see me...
i bet u be getting fruits on ya face while u walk dont a street.......
my shits dont hit hard
but nigga when its troubled you ending up with slugs str8 in yo heart...
you aint got applausable rhymes.........
so why d fuck do u keep trying?.......
son,ima dig ur ass out with a fat ass glock....
grab ur empty vesel and hit it on a fat ass rock.....
den i wanna see whos got more luck........
becareful cos i got it corcked.....
im too hot to handle.....
dats y im always ready to pick noobs and dangle....
i got a long life,goes slowly like a candle.....
i cant die cos im dead....
so take dat an untouchable pad
whoaaa......thinking to hit me with a bomb?....
fuck it cos av already bombed u with an ATOMIC BOMB.....
bye bye mo'fucker....
im done with dis sucker.....
whos d next mo'fucker?
Now based on how it raps I cant tell if its a boy or girl
Look at it's info, yeah, we've never been to "whore world"!
You obviously don't know me, no matter what, ur goin down
Leave her alone, she came back to get the wackass crown!
I mean, no one knows u, we dont care, and for sure u aint big
What kind of a dumbass laughs at her own quotes in her sig!
Freestyled.
I burn emcees untill their well done, you can call me a cook.
I am the king, you are the pawn, and I'm knocking over this rook.
This kid, I'll call him 'black and red' for the sake of his avatar.
Couldn't run over me if I was in front of him and he was in a car.
He thought my gun was a dick so now I'm blasting his ass.
But he is an ass, watched Shrek 2 and said "I'm part of the cast!"
Call you a cook? I'd rather call you a cock
You're the only motherfucker with his head on a block
It' getting knocked off by a chopper cos it ain't thinking straight
Come to that, it ain't rapping proper, either, mate
What the fuck you on about watching children's films?
We watch street fights, drive-bys, see red and dead guys
So how the fuck you think you're gonna lyrically kill us?
Cos I'm a right sick cannibal that's eating you alive
Take a tip from my recommendation
Save yourself from ridicule all over the nation
Get yourself some rap lessons and catch up with the race
Maybe then you'll say more against him than the colour his face
Forums are nothing of a racial issue we're just names
Stick to cooking, kids' flicks and your little board games
ya burn MCs, but ya can't burn me
I'll drown ya ass in the philippine sea
with ya screwed up name with signs
ma rap's to good, ya gotta read between the lines
Nigga kept asking for a battle on the PM
says his rhymes better than emineim
and now you giving me shit on Yahoo mail
im getting tired of you, throw your ass back with a humpback whale
FUCK MAN PEOPLe KEEP POSTING FIRST TO THE PEOPLE IM POSTING FOR
^to sean-price
If I had a dollar for every brain you got, I'd be you. Broke and gay.
Asked a boy, "I got a pogo stick in my pants, do you want to play?"
I see you come from the U.K. The Untalented Kids.
If dopeness was sold on ebay, you'd need one hell of a bid.
So the question is what are you? A herb? A n00B?
No your a clown! Thats why you amuse.