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wanna talk about facts, dumb ass, this nigga is black
and me whack? yeah, like mob niggas and finish this cat
, i been here 2 months-longerQuote:
U got more posts than I do
If intoxication could rap i'm prolly 2 blunts-stronger
i'm higher than you on any scale of talent or skill
the new era to rap, clap and bullets balance ya bill
and for my record that's me trying something out of the box
i forgot u stay in the closet with the faggots and cocks
Ur rhyming is weak.. verses with poor quality
^ the reason FL is dead..cuz u bring whack lines dead on delivery
Ur the opposite of me..sucking n riding dicks
I'll throw u in a world of chaos, tear of ya face..like ur bitch sig
Dunno why I'm dissing u..i'm wasting precious time
But u do got better at this..it's like u study my rhymes
Ur a fag hiding behind a face of a cat
It's like hiding ur sexuality makes u feel like ur better at rap
you rappers want me to briskly leave-enough of the trickery
i know you faggots'd be missin me...
dudes a bos(s)? he's got no re-spect
he's never gettin his glasses back
didn't get it? it's got no effect
too clever kickin this acid rap
rhymed my first words..
..............i just had to rap
too bad my daddy aint know how to wrap
now im a savage back to ravage cats
without the knowledge of a snapple cap
that means you....
....if you didnt get it that means you
my avatar's a toad; not like i eat flies
more like i eat guys that rap tryna be wise
im makin a b-line so i hope youre allergic
to bullshit
but if you were you'd probly be squirmin
and drool shit..
you say you eats guys? what the fuck is this a gay cypher
all i see on this page are all little babies and bitch whiners
your avatars a toad? well your a toad and you have a chode
im entering beast mode and I'm about to lock and load
unlimited ammunition on your face I'm straight shittin
ahead in this race so I'm winning ima about to explode
so back to my question are you gay or straight oh wait it already showed..
give up and put your pen down your spittin against men now,
your fuckin name is toby who sounds like a little baby bitch now.
work on your fuckin rhyme scheme i mean actualy make it rhyme,
iv seen blind teens that put down nicer lines.
the reason your no skill havin ass kept askin that if he's a fag,
cuz you wanted to lock ur cock in and load his ass with every last explosion from your nut bag.
and its easy to win a race when your the only tard runnin in place,
with no one in chance sounds like your a mental case with shit on your face.
The tables are about to turn, you wannabe little dick-suck
Cause after I'm finished with you, you'll be the one getting fuctup
Your game? Get back in it, cause you look like you've been suckin' cocks
Spitting whacker shit than an amatuer with Writer's Block
Appreciate my presence, cause I'm sure I'm like a protege
But the fact that you spend so much time looking up at me's kinda gay
You call yourself a pimp cause you been scoring all the fat dimes
Telling everyone you been focusing on bitches, and that makes you spit whack rhymes
Where's the Bass? Oh he's gone, the fucking disgrace
Don't let me get the knife, or you'll ask "where's his face?"
I spit satirical, lyrical, atom bombs
That slip into your mind and upload like CD-ROMS
Why're you focusing on fuctup's "sex life"
When the your right hand's the closest you'll ever have to a wife
However you cheat with your left, to build a sense of danger
Fuckin' with me's a bad idea, like enterng the van of a stranger
There's no candy here, only PUNCH
So take a sip, and eat a dick, I know it's your favorite lunch.
I'm sure you're punchlines would be great, hun
If you were smart enough to create em
I have a right to make fun
Cause you trynna act scary, like a stick-up witta fake gun
You seem to know alot about me, guess you did some stalkin'
I can tell you comin' onto me, by the way your gay ass is walkin'
It's gay enough when you say you tough, like you're way on up their like Rakim
But the way you talkin' about me jackin' off's just shockin'
U ain't build to compete with me..i'm higher class
U're trying to keep up and that's why You Love Ass
Bad meets Evil...u lame cat ain't the devil
Everytime u join a RB site, ppl put u on the lowest level
And that's an accomplishment for someone so whack
Cuz nobody thinks u're hot n talented..that's a fact
ya style is crack.. with a shit stain down the middle, pepe Le Pew
you want a good line then lay down on one, while i drive over you
damn waste of space, ya parents should have put ya in a pillow case
swung the louie so hard at ya face, ya ankle bone get lodged in ya brace
This kid's style is awful, watch me as I pick him apart
His rhymes sound older and more played than fuckin Mario Kart
Doubt you a real sociopath, you just a weak lookin fag
Time you feel unholiest wrath unleashed, leave you leakin, shook in a bag
He's just gonna sit and Piss Till Pete finds out how bad he got burned
And how the he can't even compete, I leave him lonely and spurned
So lackin in talent, dissin this kid can't even be fun
Far from gallant, when you hear your aka, it's cause shit be leavin my gun
Your mom says I'm hot and talented, the opposite of youQuote:
Originally Posted by Bos
Your white, ugly, and talentless, I guess it's all true
You spit the whackest lines I've seen in a while, not bein' sarcastic
You're so stiff and motionless, I'd think you made of plastic
Where's you're punchline kid? Did someone throw a Writer's Block at your head?
Kid, I'ma unleash led in your head and out that dead body in a shed
Oh! You know what time it is? Funtime!
I'ma challenge you kid, throw me a fuckin punchline
Okay, so wait a second, you wanna talk somethin awful well look at cha self.
Hell you playin shit burnin the mixed courage wit bitch midgets that spit words....
If you wanna get techinical this kid has infered, that he has guns that shoot akas.
So bassically you sit wit sick lames and spit names at peeps that rip lames.
well shit mange, I'll be the first to tell you my game is the sickest.
Can't play wit this cat, I may twist it to a different party of the galaxy.
Alter reality, fatality, wit laser cannons and gatling guns attached to a robotic giant called Mecha tropolis man.....
u ain't a threat to anybody here..ur a joke
my hot rhymes will lit u like cigarette up in smoke
u tryin to get big? how? we ain't seeing good stuff
before calling out heads..make sure u kno how to punch
if u become FL champ, then this site will go down
cus u need to have royal blood to get the crown
^which u obviously dont have n never will acquire
u're jus invitin lil kids to ya house like a MJ version of Quagmire
An MJ version of Quagmire?
Kid, your rhymes ain't that fine, I almost thought you entwined them with satire
We all know your ass is fat, that's why you need to sag higher
I line my punchlines with bunches of punches, and you're just a liar
Who pants are gonna cause a house fire
The way you sway your shit around when you walk is plain creepy
And your feminine hormones actin' up, maybe that's why Eyedea was sleepy
You haven't shaved in months, that's the only reason guys call you beasty
While I'm searchin' for the pink, like I climbin' in a peach tree
the joke's on u... his rhymes whack, reason to edit post
but i'm gon bring hellfire to ur seat, like i'm performing a Roast
u ain't that clever, prolly to dumb to get this bar too
i ain't part of the crew..but i'm causing nightmares to u
dunno where u at..prolly being lame n jacking off
even tho u get ur buddy hard..u'll always remain soft
u haven't hit me all, didn't feel no punch
u neva had ur own style..rather eating bars for lunch
Hey, it's a stick-up, hand your shit to this bandit
Only reason you couldn't feel the punch is cause you couldn't understand it
You seem to enjoy talkin' about my masturbation habits, is that how you get off?
So what, I got a concience, doesn't mean I'm soft
Nobody wants to talk, so go shove your cock in a lubed up sock
When I hear you mention my talent and cough, bitch, I'll shove your head in the trough
You tellin' your friends you're normal, tell them you gotta a girl- she's smoking
What they don't know is you strangle yourself when you masturbate, I can hear you choking
By the way, thanks for callin' me out on shit, I'll give you credit
I said it, but I'm sorry, I see bad spelling errors as a reason to edit
(Yes, the last 2 bars of this verse were an edit bitch)
I love bass wtf you fucking fag, u a legend where, ballet class
Better fold up, or ya life will get taken fast like gypsy cab
u river dance for pussy, and still left stroking your own stream
Bet u got a bass mouth open jacking off from ya phone theme
Kid, you're spitting nursery rhymes
Burst in the door witta knife like it's surgery time
Sorry, I messed up a little, but fuck it, I won't reimburse
You ain't worth a dime
I'll just end your misery, dyke
Pistol Pete and Peter Piper shoved pickleds in eachothers pipes
Sorry, I gotta look away, I don't hate gays, but I won't pretend I think it's right
I'll squash you till your animated, turn this into Fight Night
Jealously, people are tellin' me I'm fakin the number of girls I datin
While you're lying down, patiently waiting for some penetration
jus quit rappin..yo concept have been played to death
we know u whack, but try something new n leave them^ to rest
if rap some day dies..the world will put the blame on u
and not cus we hate u, but becus u saw Em rappin n joined a site too
^another fake wannabe...man haven't u learnd?
that if u play wit' fire that you'll get ur ass burned
nobody to save u..i'll leave at the spot till yo dead
^which shouldn't take long cus I already murdered this cat
It's funny how you persist, even after all this diss
You just hide behind your laptop with your cock in your fist
If I was as low as you I still wouldn't see you, you blend with mist
Claim you poppin bitches like you poppin' a cyst
You corny bitch, I pop you like it's Orville Redenbacher
While I pop your sisters cherry, believe me, you can't stop her
Never planned to do shit til' you're married, say it's too soon
But you mistood a fat bitch for food, so you started to spoon
damn bitch you can't write, should beat ya ass for funQuote:
Originally Posted by I Love Bass
talkin bout who u gon blast, pumping ya pellet gun
your fucking garbadge, should smash ya hands to powder
this fag go to war on heads, his mouth stay full of sours
i wanted to diss the bitch above me but you are all virgensi looked at this page i found nothing compare to meniggez you dont know how to act better watch mei all ways become the best thats the reason you hate mecall for back up if you wanna batle meam like sience is hard to understand me
it's clear that if youd tried to bomb me you'd lose
typing like a tyke get off this site...
.......................i dont think mommy'd approve
you? those facts are HARDER to prove bring your army you'll lose
who's better with text? you'll never tie...
.....................you barely can with your shoes
dude's never been dope but like a high asian he can barely look
never been in backstreets but he'd pickNICK...
.......................like what the bears had took
look, you'd sound better on a hiatus....
hopin people will beg for more you'd probly die waiting
NOBLE writes with insignificance - more specifically like an infant
words slurred together with less meaning than inbreds performing incest
in fact how do inbreds find the internet, NOBLE, care to interject?
this kid couldnt perform surgery on words so instead he pretends to have intellect
fuck what youre reppin upper echelon / your rhythm aint winnin
youre never wreckin when the records on / youre simply beginnin
the type to freestyle keystyles and claim em unwritten
my type's to seek out seniles and pay em to lift shit
just for a laugh. . . then bomb a synagogue in Iraq
youre whack or whacked like faces with tree branch limbs
and he prancin like prancer on the eve Sant's in
im standin tall man he's bein patient calm runnin' the lead
but my decks stacked and i got the aces under my sleeve
see im very evil we cant be friends on some catchy stuff
cause you'd probly get a hard drive tryin to back me up
..faggot lmao and thats played like you'll never be
please die i dont mean rest in peace
Noble's style expired at the turn of the century
If you're lookin to prove yourself, it's unsafe to venture me
I'm torchin Noble till he's blazin like some california grass
Act hard, bitch, leave you shattered like I'm throwin a glass
Guy's a lame, tryin to rap as an incompetant fag
Gotta know he's a bitch the way he's got to download his swag
Gay as hell, won't leave the house without shrinkin his pants
I'm revolutionary and you're Noble- let's think about France
It's ...
"Murder she wrote",
When I'm textin' this...
Judge'em with these 'sentences...
Your 'history' like your references...
... Can't grapple with my excellence...
Dropped change, to make "cents" of this...
... That's skill...
You never had it...
Tupacs hoping in his grave,
I bring "poetic Justice" to this Faggot...
Ya'll take so long to post,
Cuz "Thump" might kill ya, so your nervous...
Only question left to ask,
Is it homicide or public service...
Thump down the drain goes the awulf self promotion
Your lyrics are a tad rusty , they need some locomotion
Your 'excellence' is the reason why at night you put the lotion in motion
Cus the closest thing to a BLOW and a JOB you ever had was vacuuming for your land lord
And polishing his brand new shiny red Ford
Your avatar looks like he's suffering from a bad case of Gonnorhea
And your rhymes are cheaper than the shitty bed i bought back in IKEA
Rons ill-mad his hill's flat cause he never gets humped
forever he's slumped...
so i dont need a "straightedge" to make 'em never get up
cleverly i'll sever this chump...
he's stumped like tree stocks; in Reeboks he'd never be pumped
you dont scare i dont shake wave ya palm when greetin me
nothin magic about him but i can tell this Ron is Weasley
The only thing you should sever is your pathetic inability to diss
I bet you tell yourself you're tough after cuddling with your boyfriend and watching Eclipse.
Funny , your lyrics are the exact opposite of noble
When i read them my eyes start to bleed and i topple over.
youre still on the ground i am not so sober
i'll burn you like that slut lady luck or stoners
kick-rocks[...]
appliances the only time this kid'll bust a toaster
and only chips you'll ever have are Russel Stover
im at a light jog your hustle's slower the gun is holstered
but your threat level is less, i fear not
bout as threatenin as the elderly in chairs with their wheels locked
im bout to kill this wack amatuer, ill defame this lame noble/Quote:
Originally Posted by N0BLE
im schitzophrenic you just pathetic and will get rocked like a logo//
the last time you used a hammer was when you left your thumb swolen/ puttin up a picture frame bitch you shouldnt have spoken// or even gathered up the audaticity to rhyme im just flawless/ no need to act biased simply amazing's what you can call this// so if you wanna get personal off the bars that i just fed you/ all you can eat slugs, the ar-15 is the messiest on the menu//
I'll act surprised like all that gun talk was new to me
Your Rap all hyped like you're just hitting puberty
so don't u dare foolin' me, I got you read like a book
you's a 13 year old fat boy actin a head-rifle-crook
so I leave you dead like you look, Tek got postarized
Tek is shook...got him wet like a ocean drive..
Surround myself with a few fumes
death follows behind soon
my words the lyrics to your war's tune
I forged the ring I'm wearing in the fires of Mt Doom
Vagina's Open Better when in full bloom
Hold up let me delay gloom
the type of shots I give you don't need a vest
you couldn't be real if you re-named yourself into the word manifest
and you probably think I'm killing my own brother cuz the name's S.S.
bitch nigga getcha ya whole left side of ya face checked
I hear now ahold when you die you remember these words come back to your master but I promise I won't sell your soul
oh....by the way you blow.
people need to find new words to play...
And word1 needs to find new herbs to slay..
And your whack styles are the worst i've seen to date..
So you can get me back by giving me your spleen to pay..
..The hit-man, cause he'll see you from a mile away..
But you won't see that lead coming till it smacks your face..
..Cracks your skull and splats your brains..
30 years old getting wrecked in your mommas place..
You can't kill my style it's an Immortal Technique
But either way you haven't said a single line to worry me
I've got Good Humor in my Rhymes cause I'm smooth and I'm cold
I go in, I scream sucker you need to find a Bear to hold
I haven't felt you from word one and I'm apparently dope
Cause you look like you're on drugs; I already know
You should be scared of my flow please believe me
Cause you could get this ill with an STD
you claim best while im in ya girls head like telepathy
the only time you come raw is when it's leading to pregnancy
im a monster, you know, the things you get fright off
like home alone with the lights off you'd jump from a slight cough
i might scoff, but a lesson youve learned son
cause ive had you from word one
That's funny bru, cause I'm dating your mother
So when I cum raw tonight, you'll have a new brother
Mufucker acts like I should be scared of him
Toadstool sized bitch, take yo ass to the gym
Matter of fact you should stay home cause you're not alone
My whole crew is tappin' ya phones, strapped ya car with explosives
And for your info 'word one' is the bitch I was dissin'
So you played ya own self and completed my mission.
I'm a picky eater,
I hate the taste of phony...
Im all about my 'bread' and I rip out the bologna...
I stay Spittin' recipes on how to heat a rookie...
Never Fuck with lame.. Sure as hell will eat a "pussy"...
I see you raised ya game...
Now your level with my sack...
UCME with Ebola... Then I'm "ill"...
So I guess I'm fine with that...
You keep me well fed, that's a truth that I can savior...
When "Sinnaman" comes "raw",
... He's the only spice without "Flavor"...
Sucka