Wow... you joined RB this December and posts... you already have 644?
Those thats been lookin for kats with no lives, dont have to look no more
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Wow... you joined RB this December and posts... you already have 644?
Those thats been lookin for kats with no lives, dont have to look no more
weak shit dun cry make u feel sorry,
beat bitch i kno u like a bedtyme story
talkin baotu bedtime stories when you the one gettin read too/ youre so gay even yo mama makes fun of you
your shits fucked, like a SLUt your rhymes are PASSED AROUND
only time your RAPS sound HARD is when they SMASH the GROUND
you rap like a STOMACHE CRAMP cause youre an ULSER
fuck rollin this OVER your FLOW is COLDER than GROVER
drop this dude faster than clothes in So.Cal
frequently losin to will be your profession,Al
you talk big, but homie you don't wanna test,
rap like a 3'rd breast bustin but you no VET!
i'll be the one to send u a christmas letter filled wit anthrax
you be spittin that hot shit but you only drank candle wax
Ayo this is Rap dog......must be a newb to it
Nine posts and this nigga already talkin shit
u suck yo,u dont belong in RB thats right
this cat is straight fake,whoever seen a gun thats white
Makin fun of my name.....
.....what he fuck is a Chamillion?
Nigga copied his name....
.....cause he thought he'd blow up and make a billion.
Nigga I Spit Fire, Im The Rappin Equivilent Of Randy J
Cuz When I Throw The Heat.................................
..............................You Aint Gon' See Another Day
i think i know who you are but i dont doubt my hunches
recievin no feedback since u carelessly dotted all over ur punches
sayin this whack shit that aint nobody feelin
find another hobby,with rappin ya wont evareach cha-million
Nah, The only dots your seein is when I knock you out
Nigga Im from H-Town, Representin The South.
was that a punch? no that was a statement
use a wack fuck u aint a noweight u belong in the basement
no one likes ya man, and how ya gunna be a vet
when the cats in h-town wont claim ya for their set
Stizzy you aint gettin no where wit that, your rhymes are so played
My punches'll hit yo' eyes nigga, have you seein black like "Ray" (Ray Charles..)
quit listenin to cd's , and stillin peoples rhymes
that raycharles shit ive heard a thousand times
Nigga you only heard of it, cuz you bit it from me.
Copywritin's a crime nigga, that shit aint free..
Ps....wanna battle? if you do i'll PM ya the rules and ish.
stizzy ur wack nig u suck,u'll get eaten for lunch
cuz the Z's in got me sleepin on ur shitty punch
Cha my nigga, the reason you sleepin aint cuz you tired.
Its cuz you tried to PUNCH me, but that shit backfired.
u've been throwin wack punches so far
n y call urself a vet when noone knows who the fuck u are
cha your rhymes are lame, so this rap shit ya need to drop it
ya just mad cuz ya girl want me on her ass like her jeans backpocket
ya shit is played,u 21? nah nigga no way
i'll step in ya backyard but shits the fuckin freeway
Cha' You tryna act like the real nigga Chamilitary
I'll have you layin on the ground.....................
...................................N this aint no military
mayne wherever ya from ya ass need to stay
cuz here in cashville thers no such thang asa free-way
ya talk big shit nigga like ya ass is off the fuckin chart
hard on the outside but soft in da middle, ya remind me of a pop-tart
This nigga from cashville? Well why he so damn broke
This idiot aint even rappin....................................
...................................Sounds like he tellin a joke
Stizzy, wanna battle?
nigga iaint JOKIN when i say my ryhmes will leave ya wounded till ya croak
me crushin ya rap dreams, is the only thing i leave BROKE
vet-maybe anotha time im headin to ma auntee's house fo christmas, hit me up later
aiight whatever, jus hit me up some time my nigga
you steppin to the Vet, I'll make that loss column bigga
im gon show u da stizzy cuz u weak vet
he be a cameraman on a gay porno set
Hahahaha..
This nigga poppin jokes about which way im swingin
Your rhymin' so preschool sounds like a lunch bell ringin.
me verse you is like assault or abuse
you couldnt spit sick if u drank tobacco juice
Spittin sick? Nigga even you know I spit hot
You wouldnt be dope, if all you smoked was pot
If lyrics was money yo ass be gatherin' major debt
I'ma nueter ya 'dog', you gonna need a fucking' vet (veterinarian)
im burin this wack nigga, cuz i got that fire
he sux dicks on freeways with a sign "queer for hire"
ye-olde-battler, how u claim u war, if yous a peasant/
hes a pimple, cause he explodes when hands press to tension//
ye-olde-battler better go back to the medieval times
You'll get killed quick the way I work my evil rhymes
I'm sick uh waitin' hours for bitches to respond
Step up if you're pussy asses wishes to be gone
ill fuckin shit on little bitches like you,oop
you throw shitty punches like u were holdin poop