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I heard somebody mention sick
I popped up like beetle juice
Going on two decades I've heard people say the same shit as dude
I'm old but i feel new
Listen up cause I'm not thru
Only thing excellent is when you listen to me enter this site and post to you
I'm more than one I'm a group
A mixture of things just like a soup
Watch me throw you in a bag cuz Im done shopping
time to move
I heard somebody mention sickQuote:
Originally Posted by Bag Mandela
I popped up like beetle juice
Going on two decades I've heard people say the same shit as dude
I'm old but i feel new
Listen up cause I'm not thru
Only thing excellent is when you listen to me enter this site and post to you
I'm more than one I'm a group
A mixture of things just like a soup
Watch me throw you in a bag cuz Im done shopping
time to move
You like your A lubed wet on a gay dude flex,
Vaginas got ya face poonplexed,
Your boyfriend's called Declan, I don't care who shaves who's chest,
You said something about two decades then gave aids to Dec,
Both sik_wit_it now, he's gonna die any day,
For a couple of benders that path in life's very straight,
You'll be telling the entirety of pride at the wake how he loved beastie boys & wanted to be like MCA,
Then someone asks "Why MCA",
Because it's fun to stay at the...
You thought your verse was dope I didn't like that shit,
Dope's the wrong word n you're a dinosaur so try ass sik,
If only your teenage years featured a deep discussion or the opportunity for you to meet a woman,
Your avatars on some grim Weener love n I got a bone to pick with the feeble fuckin skeletal bumpkin,
So he flees when he sees me comin cuz I make death seem soft with the repercussions
Baited you in
Made you post some shit to me
No offense
But if you think I'm done with dude
Shit Let's begin
Who would win
This corny dude reminds of them island twins
First line was about anal
Third line was doo doo
Boy shoo
I'm the best rapper that will ever post to you
I'm country? Naw you so simple I had to dumb my sound down for you
I heard you work at a zoo
Probably plays a kazoo
I'll come one deep like a canoe
N bang some cross ya head real loud like a bluetooth
Who running who?
Will you get applause that’s thunderous? never. I’ll son him forever, and it’s wonderfully clever, coz I’m reigning champ, you’re feeling under the weather.
You’re shit, bitch, quit this rapping hobby.
Sik? No bro those were anti bodies.
Sik With It?
Thirteen hundred fucking posts? why’d you stick with it?
Quit this shit. Sik’s in remission, thinking he’s still got it.
Damn, if I was dimwitted as Sik With It, I’d be sik of it.
What? hell...
Sik? Bitch, you write... not well.
You gon die, surely.
Sik? you write quite poorly.
And spelling your name that way makes you seem thick...
I ain’t tryna rock the boat... forget c Sik?
For fuck’s sake.
If you’re still thinking you’re incredibly skilled,
You ain’t sick with it, you’re just mentally ill.
Words
That felt like taking glow sticks to the party then seeing it's a blues rave,
No need to say it's your first post-punk we can tell you're new wavve,
That started off aight but "too fake" wordplay is not hot shit,
Then after I saw-toof wavve's form dropped off quick,
It's a sign you're a square, you reachin high in the air on your tippy toes,
I can too - to get a visual on wavve you know-whats-iller? Scopes,
You're a dick chaser, fist taker, chimp waiter, I'll cut your sister nipples off with a bic razor mid labour,
Your rap name should be Pecker D, Every day of every week, I could just let ya be but I'd rather set ya free when the heckler scream, you got turn-tail vibes, I bet you'd flee, course you're gonna get pussy if you turn up with extra V
Ghost
Just like that, Wavve walks right into it.
I'll gore this rookie's organs fully for being more than pussy./
I'll send shells till you get the message like fortune cookies./
Bag tossed your trash bars, your net loss suffers./
I wet yall busters. Now you're 0-2 (Owen to) like Bret Hart's brother./
I want to see Virb-bait'em, reciting verses verbatim./
He sent Virb-8...um? I'd laugh if Virb-ate-him./
If you see him up, DM he or us, he is being struck./
I Tahoes (tie hoes) when I'm sick of Yukons (you cons) like GM trucks./
My wit's a blade, I'm LA with the Clippers, you'll get the fade./
I'm over your head like twisted braids, you'll just get sprayed./
Go off the top like hair cuts to get rid of Wavves./
I Pusha brotha to cause Malice with Clipse displayed./
I brushed Wavves off, now I'll spray'em with glocks./
I make the cut then leave'em a part (apart) to take your head shot./
Feel the sound Wavve through various weapons./
This baby's taken out early like caesarian sections./
Rap's made like fake Louis with Izod rags./
Wav, take the L Ve, you'll never knock off Bags./
Neon
Hey... Wavve...
Why’d you even try to brag? Seriously, you ain’t saying nothing, was that some kinda gag?
All your filler’s pretty sweet but you cut corners... you tried icing Bag?
Hey... Alchemist...
Don’t act cute.
Change a-genda and shut the fuck up... just trans-mute.
Hey... Sik_wit_it...
You made thirteen hundred and fifty two posts so don’t act fresh.
Sik’s finished in 1353 like the black death.
Sik... How much longer you gotta plague the site?
And Wavve... mate... this ain’t for spite...
Now you’re too afraid to stay and fight?
You must be high, now you’ve taken flight, so wavve bye bye and say goodnight.
You blanked all your posts, they were basic trite,
Your diss-missed, then you Waivved the right.
Lol it's Sunday so I'll pray for you.
You're the average type I'll sacrifice back to Christ in raps I write./
Slash this hermaphrodite with plasma light gas in the afterlife./
"I am", "you are" you're irregular Virb./
Verb tense cuz "she is" switched his sex to a her./
Hit this vulture with crow bars connecting my words-/
to Proverbs (pry Virbs) in God mode I'm a blessing with verbs./
I'll leave a Mark when Hebrews (he bruise). My New Testament verse-/
will give your ex a diss (Exodus), see my method is (Methodist) church./
Her lips are fighting games, I need the Lord and a minister./
Cuz her head be on fire like a Scorpion finisher./
The demi god penning bars my Pentecost (pen'll cost) some cash in battles./
I'll make you Parish (perish) like synagogues and tabernacles./
You are light work.
Pray for me? you’re prey for me... so naturally it occurred to me,Quote:
Originally Posted by Unkn0wnAlchemist
Mistaking A&E, you’ll end up in Accident & Emergency.
Fuck your biblical scriptures, all your stupid policies and skewed philosophies;
You saying “New Testament”, but you’re in future probably due-to-honour-me.
A prophet, I should boost economy.
I’m god tier, should recruit a monastery.
The most high, I sh...
Wait.
Mate, you think ‘proverb’ sounds like ‘pry verb’?
...Really?
That’s some crazy prynunciation.
Kinda unpryfessional.
You pronounce ‘o’... ‘y’...
Oh...? why...?
Dude prolly pronounces ‘yo-yo’ as ‘yyyy’.
Fucking idiot.
So ask this bitch how many times that he’s won...
Just remember, if he says ‘nyne’ he means ‘none’.
And it seems fun, but don’t assume you’re surviving,
You don’t know the difference between ‘doing’ and ‘dying’.
Or between ‘hope’ and ‘hype’.
Holy smokes... pass the pope a pype.
You said I’m light work... dude, please...
Light but you ain’t seeing me, you’re thinking you V?
Virb Is Retarded, I pray for his medical diagnostic./
I've shown my biblical scriptures are letting you die Agnostic./
Reply at your job with a gat to shoot it./
Blast this foolish brat then give his Boston (boss 10) like Massachusetts./
I'll shoot the brains out him./
Stains blossom when his dome get's pushed back like Game's album./
Replies took you 11 days I shred in several ways./
Every phrase you decorate inept displays of rhymes I decimate./
This rookie's the hoe type. Ban this crook from the whole site./
And Celph...Roe V Wade him, leave this pussy with no rights./
Relies on picking "Pry Verb" to respond then scurry./
Dude, I'll bomb this fairy rhyming economy and monastery./
Ending garbage rookies and still Sik_wit_it./
Dude thinks he's sick dropping trash, he's ill-litter-writ./
It took you a week and a half and I ripped your trash in less than 24 hours.
Damn, for real, that was kinda nice.
...I mean, it wasn’t mean, your drop was poor quality.
“Roe v Wade”... for the body ought-honour-me.
Or a row V weighed... I mean, my lines are heavy.
Snapping, easy, this fight’s like striking dry spaghetti with a wide machete.
Forget what Roe-set for bitches... it’s about time dogg shows.
You prolly gonna need stitches, but you’re thinking it’s not so..?
Get it? stitches..? not sew..?
Couldn’t body Bag. I’mma turn Unknown to a John Doe.
What yo? we’re not bros... ‘Unknown’ coz you not ‘familia’.
I’mma damage this cunt like, got chlamydia.
Never missed, I mean, everyone here’d be glad when we gotten rid of ya.
Unknown... people do not consider ya.
But ‘Unknown’... yeah, really, I like the name...
Coz your writing game’s kinda strange, and that’s defined the same.
If you’re god’s watching you now he’s prolly quite ashamed.
This Christian prick should thank me, coz I’m taking away any pride attained.
Shit...
I go over your head like I levitate to heaven’s gate and devastate, fuck god I got a better set of skills.
You said “decimate” like you meant to state I demonstrate ‘temper-sent to kill’.
Yeah I “took eleven days” but I’m never late, I still punked-you-all.
Damn.
You prolly think guns are cool...
Plus you steal basic bars like a fucking fool...
I’m saying what you robb... elementary... who’d you think you’ve come to school?
You should quit writing here and just read these, damn,
And, yeah, Celph Taut’s ill, I’m agreeing, man...
But your “medical diagnostic”... ain’t an easy plan...
Your imagery ain’t showing up like CT’s-can.
Coz, like...
Talking bout “Sik_wit_it”, but you’re a cancer to the scene.
Hey, cut it out. I’ll take a dagger to your spleen.
Seems you’re sleeping on me, so it’s naturally a theme;
Holding you a wake, for me that’s actually a dream