I ain't dissing, but rape victims? Boning those two pre-school dweebs ain't fitting with your imageQuote:
Originally Posted by KnowP
Unless I'm mistaken, does KnowP stand for Known Pedophile, coz you'll be smitten inside of prison.
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I ain't dissing, but rape victims? Boning those two pre-school dweebs ain't fitting with your imageQuote:
Originally Posted by KnowP
Unless I'm mistaken, does KnowP stand for Known Pedophile, coz you'll be smitten inside of prison.
As if that pedo line hasn't been played out
half your response was his rhyme ran out of what to say now?
Obvious dick rider for him your legs splayed out
Took his concept too
How much swagger jacking in 4 bars you inept toon
Cut off the left hand of a theif
fuck it chop the rest of it whole body stolen
Don't bother responding because I don't feel like reading what I've just posted
And them 2 bars you wrote, trash
My lyrics hit yo noggin like a fuggin car crash
Its a hundred yard dash
I keep the shoty close
Lock and load aim now you ghost
Who the host the master the winner yo wife booty grabber
Id rape that fuckin bitch pull out my knife then stab her yea I smashed her
The bitch was half naked
Yo wife bendin over in the kitchen I had to take it
Who wanna go against the Roaster Id have yo family clapped
Like an encore a nigga get when he on the streets strapped
I keep it real you lyin cryin for attention
You aint made it to adulthood its rettention you claim
Whos the logic, the bullet goes through the stomach and watch the blood spill
Nigga you slayed by these bars you aint a gangsta, get trill
Dog you better get ghost with all that frontinQuote:
Originally Posted by The Roaster
Pull up hot and ready to kill A Roast quicker than an abusive husband
It's nothing to get you wrapped up, thrown in a black truck
If you see the white beams flash it's not a signal before I back up
Pack up, move out of town, the silencer quiet ya cranium
No it's not a dream but they'll be able to see yours when I'm done spraying em
you ain stuntin with those bars i caught you duckin hopin in cop cars
but in the front seat dam your workin the beat? snitchin workin for the heat?
they call me abusive cause i beat you like ike did tina
fuck it i wont use hands just my nina
you want beef I'm a butcher get chopped up wrapped up n delivered bruh
you seein white beams that's because u didn't see the red beams now you see the pearly gates gleam
the only thing you sprayin is axe sellin woof tickets to the max
you in az with cactus jack like a turtle you stuck on your back
cant get it up might have ed you prollly need the lil pill with the v
in reality i don't kno you or nothing about you I'm just talkin shit dude
Talking shit will get your foreskin snipped and re-stitched over your fucking lipsQuote:
Originally Posted by whorticulture
This ain't a glitch, ill make you tweet MeToo quicker than a used up quivering bitch
I'm just scratching an itch, ain't nothing for me to leave you in an unmarked crypt
This Whor's rap is just a load of nonsense like trying to read out JavaScript
you got gas but its that rough unleaded
in the streets im the guillotine youll get beheaded
my nonsense might not make cents to you but it makes dollars for me
i dont like to talk shit or even talk loud i keep it hush like a real g
you go ahead and scratch your itch you got from that bitch
that you picked up just to beat up n shit then she called the cops o she a snitch
you should quit when you hit the yard its mando we make you roll up your shit
Well I've read through the last few posts and I've decided what to do.
I'm going to take a shit so I can contribute to this poo.
When did rapping get taken over by the disabled kids club?
I should have stayed with your mum in the pub.
Why did I log back in to read this bollocks.
You're all shit at rapping and too interested in cocks!
peter piper picked a pack of pickled peppers
i pickled liverboy and he came out smellin better
the only shit in here is you
you smell like shit rap like shit so homie what it doo doo
Rest is the type to run over spilled milk
I'll take his over played raps and make silk
I'll gouge your eye's until there's some blood spilt
I fight dirty like NaS "poppa was a playa" hit
Rest has a weird name I'll correct your mistake
Your a weak fool sucka with a misdirection that's fake
you rap corney and you goin to flight school late
You can't make your lyrics a hit like "Half Baked"
brotha!
Soar kaid
I'll make you deep throat a sword blade
and pour raid
in your eyes, then leave you in norway
in the forest with an exile ordained
by the lord thane
of river run, then deliver rum to the castle of whore gay
okay, I couldn't rhyme that, so I rhymed it in a poor way
I'm so bad that when I buy shit the store pays
and if you stabbed me in the dick I'd consider it foreplay
Shit couldn’t be easier cause I spit my facts clean
No evidence left behind put facts thru a shredder then ship em to his mother now that’s a fax machine //
Locks steady repossessing souls like the IRS when there’s a tax lean
This thing on my hip make ya lose more weight than every muslim in the world during Ramadan fasting//
Now that’s mean - like tellin ya mother she gotta take everyone’s dick on the couch now and we ain’t even casting//
Str8 blasting like the burner had a ruler on it
Fact is facts only cappin when he tying on his kids baby bonnet//
Fact is facts only cappin when his keyboard got his fingers on it
Fact is facts kids wished they landed on the bed sheets and dried up on it//
Stabbin you in the dick is foreplay bitch I’m sicker than projectile vommit
I don’t get a hard on unless the 40 expose the lunch in a ops stomach///
Damn u hit the site and stunk up the place in a hurryQuote:
Originally Posted by Lockz
I'm locked n loaded, we'll see Lockz get loaded... onto a fukkin gerny
you locked and loaded aiming your own gun at your head/
BLAOW! brains exploded a suicidal motherfucker now lying dead/
fuck Lockz too on the fucking gurney/
ima put a stop to his journey, put him in the ground 6 feet below me/
fuck a projectile vomit man, ima shit on your girls face
then lick it off while rubbing her clit how's that for sickening taste/
Feeling like drake - talking 2 birds with 1 stone
Aim with precision one shot blazin thru ragian and know p dome//
Achievement box pops up like I’m playing call of duty
please remain silent cause we all KNOW P stands for poopy//
What type of rag-is-he-on ?
Must be a dragon scale dildo type of tampon//
If he thought he was poppin n hot it’s cause I set fire to whatever platform he’s on
And I ll leave these kids bodies in a field call it children of the corn//
Let’s state the obvious i resurrected this site more activity in a week than it’s seen all year
Ppl didn’t even KNOW P existed til i dragged his raggedy body outta here//