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wow look kids...... its a verbal phenomenon....
"the king of verbs" just got it all wrong.....
dissin abstract.... ya lack of respect lead to death by gunz galore....
i aint need to pick my self up....
......................................its your blood coatin the floor....
cant beleive you thought dem lines merked abstract....
when yo punches more unclear than that growth on yo nut-sack....
so ....ima put truth to this PHENOMENON......
you only got 7 posts.........
..........................and allready your gone......
and as for gene pool.....dawg your a waste of time.....
when only two of dem gay-ass lines lines actually rhyme...
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Abstract is whack with no ballsack...
S'why he's always face down...
..................With jizz on his back!
Fuckin faggit is lame, he can't face this...
Cuz he's always distracted...
...................Lookin down at they dick!
I oughta kill this kid, murder in effect...
But he ain't worth a bullet...
..................Or the rope for his neck.
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my bad...... should have put it to born to kill....
shit!...yo only way out now........
.................................was an abortion pill...
leave yo hangin like dem dudes in yo animation.....
yo lines come off gay.............
.................... cuz elton johns your musical inspiration
my verse leaves you crippled like chris reeves before he died.....
cuz aint no way you survivin............
.....................when da trigger and my finger collide..... :shoot:
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u say u was born 2 kill .. well i no u was born 2 die
let me speed up the process ill squash u lk a fly
man hes a new guy and he had u going ...
ur a old guy here but the only thin ur good at is blowing.. yer u no it
sorry man u jus aint all that ur rhymes were poor remind me of sumthin lk a stravin ally cat.. so damn weak lk u aint been fed
anoyin mc's like you thinking they got this game
anoyed wen u diss n put em out like a candel flame
man u got no1 but urself 2 blame.. bet ur on the dole aint you bet ur sitting round ur house waitin for a insurance claim
no offence but i DONT think ur headin for fame .. the only place ull b seen is on tha wall of shame :laugh2:
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look...
tha rappa above mes a girl, so i can not diss on her/
ill jus send her young ass to r kelly n have dude piss on her/
n i aint tryina hit on her...but she'll cryin to daddy by tha way these punchlines hits on her/
whats funny is shes tha only cunt here n yall more pussy then her/
n yung face im tired of playin footsies wit u herb/
u tryina talk tough but i can see thru that bluff/
i cant stand tha way a boy wanna be a man so he puff/
up his chest...look at his ass tryina intimidate me/
he called me out haha but he didnt even attempt to get back at me/
i dick slapped this bitch in tha back of his hook noggin/
i took that nigger slave to tha back n i gave him a good floggin/
my foot up his ass yea i gave him a good cloggin/
n he aint got up yet that nigga is still crawlin/
i wish i could battle u but i got 3 active threads/
now that u know that, ud prolly give a hate vote to tha 3 otha men/
but its cool u can hate but ima keep dealin witchu/
ull need yo girl PRINCESS to hand u tha tissues/
i bet she handle yo issues, cuz u cant pee strait/
u need her to sit u down to feed u yo plates/
cuz a man u will neva be, rap game ull neva see/
unless its in yo proper place...next to me/
singin my hooks so my voice can get a break/
u jussa notha hype man on my dick so set it strait/
u fag u aint hard talkin about u ness n shit/
u prolly watched makin tha band all up on ness's dick/
n now u tryina claim how u next n shit???/
dude u wouldnt have rap on lock if u arrested it/
pay attention cuz i aint gonna say it again/
make sure u really wanna battle cuz im sure ima win/
n if i come back to this thread n uve spittin again/
ill come right back n leave u bitchin again/
bitch
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You A Princess - Just Lacking The Castle and GENDER/
Mami's No Contender - I Got A Reality Show For You, "The Bed-Bender!"//
The Head-Sender - Because I'll Lop It Off Tonight/
You Can't Even Give The HEAD Right; Cause Just Like You're Lyrics YOU BITE!!!//
My Game Surpass Ya Nasty Ass Because Like Ya IQ Ya "Got No Class"//
Instead You Down At The Mall Just Stealing Bags - And Askin' Your Pimp For A Wad Of Cash//
You Got Alot - But Noone Got The Mind To Ask For Ass//
I Don't Need A Rash - Sorry Hun, Don't Mean To Bash/
But You, Just Like Ya Nasty Couche, are simply TRASH!!!//
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look E , just think of me as ya furniture sales rep/
with MERK-chendise to give you a perminent headrest/
boy u lazy, weightless rhymes get easily benched pressed/
with biceps to curl 2 teks, each with 10 reps, fo ya set/
go up upstate, and leave the whole NY perplexed/
ya pic just shows ya face, cause dude got a birdchest/
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waitin for u to get off rap, & its the right stop
& ya not worth my time, like over priced clocks
ill put this fag in shock, ready to get whored?
cuz dopeness is a luxioury u could never afford
complained about being ignored, that shit is gone
expose ya crap, & watch the world get shitted on
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celestial convergence, niggaz fuckin w/ virginz/
cuz he cant get serious with chicz with experience/
so wat makez ya think u got da skill 2 stand up to me, same height as my knee/
just freindly advice go to skool and work on ya vocabulary, cuz u gonna want sum1 2 say sumthin smart bout u when they read at the mortuary/
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i would shoot cuz, but why should i pull that steel/
just wasted slugz, animated thugz just aint that real/
i sit and pro-ject clips, watch as i crank that wheel/
critique scripts, and ya film didnt make the highlight reel/
V.A. is so cold, so dress warm when i bring those chills/
ya forwarned, Celestials on top and could malest u steal/
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You's a pussy, kid, and I easily throw cats...
And Virginia Slim's a bitch's cig...
.........................Or didn't you know that?
That proves you a wimp, fuckin faggit bitch...
So I ain't but you are...ready to suck a dick.
Easily flicked, like lint off my clothing, you'll fly...
And landing with thud...is how you'll fuckin die.
Blah!
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fuck born to kill, i put a bullet in your brain,
cuz u rhyme's suck.....
..........................after 34 years in the rap game....
34 years old....hair gettin grey......
....so watch me pull tha trigger....and slay B.T.K....
no need for bullets..... my linguistic style make yo heart implode...
then bust tha verbal gat,......kill and reload....
so when yo 6 feet under n yo body rot.....
i be killin myself........... to take one more shot..... :thumbup:
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no need for that "blah", you fucked up as soon as u spoke/
thrice a legend? how so if my 12 is better than half ya posts/
you prize fight for sex, u let niggaz dick's box ya throat/
not even locked up, u still bend over like u dropped ya soap/
i hoped ya ryhmes, dont intertwind, like florida votes/
i mean why write puchlines if your Rb's legendary joke/
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wtf how long did it take you to write that.....i posted before you ages ago and ur still aimin that at born to kill.lmao :nono:
aight neway
yo if kid wasnt on jay-z's dick he woulda posted quicka......
but your a clown..you fag..youl never be jigga....
i beat this bitch down..cuz his punches aint felt.....
he still a fuckin child..playin wi batman utility belt...
so he think he strapped..think he a cold hearted killer....
your opening line was adequate....but the rest is just filler....
cuz i spit fact but yo livin in fiction...
and kill fags like you wi cock addiction... :shoot: :hump:
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postn those smiley is the only way u let shots dispurse/
you claim to be an abstract mc, and u had to edit ya verse?/
let me reduce this nigga down to golf mathematics/
if ya line equaled a stroke you'd be below par average/
this nigga lines is sunk like fat people on jet skies/
this nigga think he fightin when his fingers punch the keys/
