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you may be abitch above me
in reality you the slave under me
i thought u would dis a nigger till hell
but u are soft as heaven
if this is a game you wont reach my level
in fact u are poor than the 1st level
yes i through punch quicker than mike....
i got so many tiks than nike
dont trouble me couse u wont like
in school i pass more than the mic
am texting this but u want me to pass the mic
bhf mr cool am the living ghost
die nd come to hell am the host
im only dissin myself cuz i got no competitionQuote:
Originally Posted by Aronic
don't judge me and my dad, shut up, just listen
cuz i have no shame in it, i'm sucking his dick abd
while i'm choking my chicken, on a table in the kitchen
put a panic buttom on your chick ill mm... her
turn her into all sides while i mm... her
after i mm... her i pay her a taxi fare
cant compare me wit the devil,im worth more than the devil
so ma nigga fear thats why dissin your self
just a small boy i'll drag you with your left ear
spit ma lines dislocating your right ear
taste you cant coz im sour than a strong beer
im here you run out of words you livin infear
prayin to god thinkin that he can be your savuor
see me once see me no more
coz i forms like clouds in the sky
they say its homicide coz im killin rappers wit ma fly lines using a sniper
IM THE REAPER
I don't know what Queen Dee sees in his himself
but all I see is a wack MC that's dangerous to his own health
He is not a reaper, he don't carry no scythe
Afraid to say F words, I'll dislocate your life
No hood to claim, no baggage, no possiblity
If I ever went to Tembisa, Africa will lose a whole city
And you are not a sniper... far from it
subliminal metaphors... It's a hard business
I destroy Mz. D with a dome topper
no crome chopper, just hoppin' this ownage will help get your flow hotter
Fool my flows been hotter, your cool because you never been hot.. der!
dumb fuck you said the "F word" too. So obviously your a bitch.. hes just like you. Talking like you live in the hood bitch we all know you have no clue.
The only clue you have is to cluck in your whoa man clan bitch you live in tim's buck tooth.
I can provoke you with images but in order to get your attention ill need gay tension and live men too.
fuck dragging my earQuote:
Originally Posted by M.Z.D.
you're a fag and queer
go enter a tranny mag
like drag of the year
your raps cant make it, whoa
you can't it save it
and though
you talkin homicide
imma try make u my ho,
fuck fucking my ear, van gogh
buck teeth?Quote:
Originally Posted by Scripter
like the Hoe who fucked me
smash em apart
in shards
cuz she scratched my dick
and the fact's that bitch
was your mom
sucking my cock
while i was dropping a rock
on the john
52pickup, here merely to introduce me - shootah,
somebody sack this kid for producing the shittest of "humour"
acting as a target, this piggy's real fucked,
forget visiting the market, you're on this page to be mugged,
drop pennies that are worth more than ten of your lines,
at 52 he's still in detention, i.e. prison and doing time,
and the best of it all is this fool keeps its short like his life,
the game don't take too kindly to noobs who feel the need to spit twice.
you overcompensating for something?
Look i'll just draw you a scheme
I dealt a contract I hired a shootah a fein
to red ride the hood an kill a team
the cards all laided out
shootah leveled a beam
a circle of death
the cards fell he leveled all 52 he leveled his team
all 52 picked
each inevitable scream
shootah came back to settle this thing
his thought was his dope
an it was set on the cream
and I was set on setting him up with quick fixes
with gas mixes of asetlean
I break these broke rappersQuote:
Originally Posted by 52pickup
who tell their lives like some soap opera's
I'm the show stoppa
your after I go off the top
of the hopper
I'm David your Galieith a lioness
I'm copper
filled with steak
you beef cake
you stay shopping at sharp shopper
I get with the program
I back down from no man
you get shoved in a locker
you live the life of a focker
your true honey and butter is Betty Crocker
you peep through windows at night
the truth is your a stalker
I'll kick you around like any queer sport
like your soccer
you think your pac
but ur not even close call a doctor
I'm chalk talking a chalk line rapport
your Miss Muffet I'm the spider you dumb whore
I sat down beside ya ta see that your mostly cold...sore
dis niga is a show stoppa,
wit fake lines like him the fake rapper.
lines gt washed out like u spithn em on the shower
niga u a small boat jst a sailor,
u dis dat niga nw u thnk bst,my u jst a revolution of a wack rapper,
hw my rounds do u do?ur lines ar straight foward they dnt do rounds,wat ar u a party poppa?
U ar goliath nd im M.Z.D. cut your head off wit ma sharp lines like a scisor,
dats why dey cal me a REAPER,
niga ur dis is like a preapared speech,meanin u aint a freestyler,no wonder
oh dat why u cal ur self a scripter,
IM THE REAPER
a pissed off from reading da page u all sound gay
all of da scrips look like were writen by marvin gay
bhf mr cool even though am hoter dan da sun
split boiling sperm nd give birth 2 da son/sun
u never understand me,am damn too complex
i change my values lyk da fucken x
i wonder how god will react when he found out her wife is my ex
The snakes are watchin, bhf scheduled a date with coffins
Ill sever your head, hand you the brain and rape your concious
No faith in logics, let them know pussies go great with skirts
Showcase the hearse, bring your body and we'll donate the dirt
Now to the gore shit, sin impales ur body with rods and a fork lift
Get your corpse shipped, to a basement where bodies are scortched with..
Torched clits, comin at this vet you better have your fists in balls
I cut wrists with saws, keep talkin till tounges ripped from jaws..
this guy's got chilli sauce mouth, more than a mexican.
but keeps trying to follow the stars, like it was Bethlehem
you see me blinging gold and im high, but you cant touch this
my balls keep knocking your head, and you cant clutch this.
you talk about pussies and skirts, too much of your mammas
when she swing around shaking that ass, like trees in bahamas
bashing coconuts together, they hairy, and milk is sour shit
but hard as fuck, sticking in straws just to be sucking tits.
i'd love to freestyle abit more, without preparing much
but i dont even hate on no bitchs, prefer fucking sluts.
[QUOTE=Herculean;8376055]The snakes are watchin, bhf scheduled a date with coffins
any time is tea time thats y ihave the date wit the coffee
saying my name on your lame lines be awear
i dont want to kill you then you tell god you were unawear
nigger just pretend as the best
couse after this you will rest
sorry to say but that was your last
i shake hands wit god then i blust
smooke to much crak and sperm dust
my lines will damage your brain nd couse rast
hahaha am done wit you i knew you never last
to any other pussy learn from his mistake, dont touch a g
your mama knows,she says oh my g
i just wanted to kick ass
only to found out you fucking ass
is bhf mr cool dont you dare
say hello to your mom to show her i care
you cant see my lines you need an eye care
but any way go fuck your self who cares
bhf mr coll:cool:
that was some long diarreah shit, but had no real vegetables.
you rehashing hype with old content, like the expendables.
im gonna be your role model, take my post, observe it
i'll make you spell your words right so you can even learn from it.
im leathal when it comes to being nice, i start a murder scene
cause i just get so many people's love, sometimes it burdens me,
but you can be the son i never wanted, ...like you dumbo
trying to run around the same track, like you was wearing umbro
sports gear, lost in the jungle, trying to freestyle at tarzan.
spitting out marzipan and getting thumbs down trying to start a band.
ehh, thats all for now..
See dumb fucks will never understand me
at least I don't use gay names like bhf or M.Z.D
you wanted to start shit, iniquiten but really should just throw in the towel.. put your quit in
bitch why you bitchen..what does it matter if my shits key style or written?
my rhyme schemes fold time and space.. that's why I ain't seen
your punches don't land.. we both tell jokes but your the shit end
yeah I write scripts and algorithmic bits in
for games you think your playing me but really think who you dissen
every time you put the disc in your PS4
my shits lame? your just a client and I'm your server whore
you think you have British heart then what you abbreviate it for?
I'll zero Cool like I'm crashing his core
I'm like battery acid in his ass and hes asking for more
in the end you crash and burn
I don't need debugged what you testing me for
I'm a brute force attack, attacking his queen and smacking the bitch on the floor
your just mad I'm everything your lacking, your the one slacking what you mad at me for?
Yo scripter im bout to peel these kids skin with acid, got a pen filled with caskets
Skilled with axes to kill these faggots with the steel ive mastered
Fuck a beat, i flow to the sound of the knife stuck between
Your guts n spleen, cut and seize ur nuts n squeeze
Got these sluts to put a naughty touch on cocky fucks
Watch ur body thump when chockin on hockey pucks
what you think your a serial killer hoe?
but the only serial killing you been doing is with milk in your cereal bowl
your shits just not lyrical
how you gonna use my words in the same context and still sound silly though
you need to get off my dick I'm not your dilly do
really though if people hear your shit on the stereo they'd crank it..low
this ain't pee-wee herman your lines are shit cause you lick a dick and a hiney hole
You think your a titan but Herc your lean
I cut the head off Medusa and Merc your team
you don't know me
so take my dick around the corner really slowly
so you can go blow me
you and your whole army just won't harm me
I'm a star see your a Marsha or Marcy
the kinda bitch that I would hardly take hardly
I drive in the fast lane while your driven an RV
and fight with your bitch cause she stole your car keys
your not even close to a God bitch you not Godly
in fact he didn't create you
your imitation your sod your sad go sob G
This bitch is sumn else, script ill have you slain to pieces...
Watch me sacrifice this lamb and give his brain to jesus...
There's one word, VILE, speaking of my flow style..
It's so wild,
It could make you look stupid in your own pro-file..
These bastards can catch it too, im slayin crews...
Ya gay and rude,
You better come back later after you paid ur dues..
So catch a shank to ya throat, you make me sick and ill..
I depict the kill,
Sale ya brains on ebay, is the only time ya rich with skill...
Im on some weird shit, meaning i might decapitate...
I rap but wait,
So when i kill ya, look at it as just an act of faith...
Cause i slash with hate, get ya sinuses ripped with an ice pick..
I got tight spits,
You too busy complainin, so 'xactly what are you nice with?..
Leave ya pelvic bone exposed, when i axe your back..
On hash or crack?
Neither, i just come dope when i spit n blast a track
Yeah I hash and crack..
like soap in fight club
I sell your own asses back
I'll take your assets wrapped
in toilet tissue fresh wiped off some asses crack
mixed with pig vomit and serve it high stacked back to you as a thick omelet hitting your face at the speed of a comet now were talking smack
Fuck all the hype, herc's real with pain bitch,
Put blood on the knife..
And show you this steel ain't "stainless"...
I'm pretty sure I could endure you if I were brainless
your like the broad side of a barn I could hit you if I were aimless
I'm like the candy man you really should say my name less
cause you can't see me in the mirror all you'll see is you wearing the same dress
Embrace an axe, get lacerated until your face collapse
Bone fragments leave ur brain plagued with scabs
Ur like an aborted fetus, scripter is absorbed in demons
Puss fills his skull as he's dipped in a horde of semen
Twice the thrill, precise when i throw the knife at will
Darkness infects the fuckin blade and invites the spill
Naughty or nice? I'll still shove your body through spikes
Devour your flesh till your ina coroners lobby with ice
Beat the snitches, inject those cheats with rickets
Bones shatter easy so invest your cheeks with stiches
Sleep in ditches, pour acid down this bastards throat
And After he chokes, i viciously bash his skull..
Brains infest the floor, rip open your chest and pour
A thousand maggots that will eat the rest for sure
Whole collections, spinal cords with no dome connection
Get impaled with broomsticks till bloody foams ejected..
Step up and get knocked down bitch...
Rip off Herculean's head and take a shit down his neck
Watch how you speak around me or my fist's your spell check
Bitches like you get decked, or slapped with the back of the Tec
Or shanked up, gang fucked, thrown out of a van, and left.
Sneak in on a mission, knock you out, and make incisions
But that's just the preview edition, while I load the ammunition
Shoot you up until you resemble Swiss cheese
Did I miss one? Please.
You wish. Now I head to your bitch. To fill 'er up with my dick.
Pound her until her cunt's ripped, and then dip.
(Haven't been here in a MINUTE. Trying to step my bars up.)
y'all playing faggoty kiss chase,
3 lines on loop defines all your entire mixtapes.
come on guys, dont play that shit here, please.. it's disgraceful
trying to grab each others nuts underneath the turn-table
i dont need no cyber sex murder talk about nuts
clutching balls? you should all be out, wearing mini skirts like sluts.
enough, im late for work, deal with all you bums later -
aight, fools, im back for more,
like freddy crugar on friday night raping a whore.
black gloves and a scheme mask, with light reflecting pants.
so i can blind the whole neighbour hood in my spotlight and stage chants.
bitch, put your clothes back on, im buying gas lighters with this change
so i can smoke Barakon with puffs, like wolves blowing houses was strange.
hey folks, where did all the pigs go? i'll knock your chinny chin chins,
and make you more lost for words than a mute TV of mr.bean.
im so sick, i make the doctor stay away -
he even wrote his own prescription, and bought my album off ebay.
but if im battling you, dont forget bring your pyjamas.,
cause you about to go to sleep in a crash, worse than bin laden's
word.
Okay its time.. lunch
take a break clock out take a time punch
dam I think you wrote that whole thing and didn't even rhyme once
he was gonna write the rest of his name but he ran out of time.. stunts
He thinks hes the big bad wolf but he'll be waiting in line months
with the same sign everyone else wears ill spell it out for ya take your time D U N C E
See there are only a few who aren't lying runts
trying fronts, acting like they'd hit a home run but on the real they be lining bunts
I keep it real I stay lining blunts, I fuck the bitch's hard I'm calk lining cunts
your cock eyed your mom lied she stayed crack fried all nine months
There was not one time once or whence when the little bitch wouldn't unzip my pants
hence the cock "eyed" tense
man, people always want to faggoty punchline my name time,
but then stretch out more cheese than a pizza hut lunch line.
mind, my world exists just to break a yours in bits.
it took 'time' just to realize that you'll never be shit
mr. slow motherfucker, thats why you get so many slugs.
and damage your mouth, worse than the dosage of your drugs.
look at your phone, watch, and wall, D U N C E, im all over the place.
im 24 / 7 round the clock, with three hands on your face.
see, i swarm and knock you out like gatlin gun hands
or punch line with lines punches, wreck your one night stand.
i hope you brought your PJs, cause it's bedtime now,
sleepy head, shows over, time to take a backwards bow.
Time is just an illusion, when your moving at the speed of light
this dude named his self Time and can't even read it right...
You late bitch my pizza's free tonight, so kiss your one night stand and by that I mean your hand... good night
You call me faggy but your the type people see at night on your knees sucking dick for a baggie
In the street light this bitches street name is Maggie
This dude had one too many Scoobie snacks.. rut roe raggie
who you think you are with your "I rhyme" eye rhyme.. scrappy
acting tough trying to get all snappy
I ain't tired yet bitch I never go to bed on time.. shaggy
now get back to sucking my dick till your lips all saggy
yeah I would say that shit you spit was a backwards bow
with all the diarrhea coming up out your mouth
I figure fuck it ill just clock him and knock him out
separate his hands from his face
just get rid of time and leave space ill dial him out
So next time you face me bring your A game
and a name you have knowledge about
hey we can talk about time all day, with time and space,
in time and place, but for you, i think it's time to face.
your rhymes disgrace, behind yours grades, it's nine grenades
crashing on your deck, screaming time invades!
with silent blades.... nahh.. forget them rhyming stories
cause you pulling on your dick till it's slimey and gorey.
fucking time for honrny, classic corny.. hits? never
swing hard dicks in my face, you faggot shit.
get clever when you want to come back with a line
that dont involve my name with the same meanings in your punchlines.
trying to define that my name aint read right,
you start a grammar quiz with a 2yr old and lose the fight.
im trying to be as nice as a i can, but i just death type,
less hype, be fucking man, and rest, alright?
Look I never rest alright..
yeah you have some decent punchlines but they're jest.. alright
we could keep doing this same shit over and over all day and all night
picking at grammar I don't "be fucking a man" it's just you alright?
coming off as cocky talk shit and say I'm all hype
I don't show teeth and I promise I'm all fight
your fucking with a pit-bull you ain't proving shit fool I'm all bite
your more like a shiatsu you can eat the corn out my ass.. Crack
as a matter of fact that's your new name as much as you get laughed at
cause the only way you death type is when you ain't hearing me
or maybe your just a daft nat
just a dumb fruit fly I crashed in a casket
a fruit who thought he was fly until my punches taught him a back flip
see I am mathematical in this equation you wouldn't know how to add in an add lid
I just take you divide you from the equation and subtract then
make you equal to zero and differentiate your status
your just a canvas for my art work bitch your lattice
I just spill words and paint you to form an conform apparatus
you be breathing through em but I use this for other matters
see what you don't see is I am composed a violent storm I'm a stratus
you won't just admit your shit it is the pits.. it teeter tatters
I'm a MC who is at his best I shouldn't be serving this fool with silver platters
He thought he was a real MC until he faced me and then his dreams they splattered
I'd hate to hear ya spitten when your written isn't structured
Hard? Naw ya soft as kittens filled with ether ignited and ruptured
And I like how ya call ya-self an MC
Yo do you even know it means B?
Master of Ceremonies man how is that when you rhyme basic?
I bet you the type of cat who stand around pompous and complacent
Worse thing is you don't even see the flaws
You just part ya jaws spit an expect everyone to pause
At failed attempts to rap intelligent
You just sounded arrogant
Yo Scripter drop the pad an pen im the RAPture
But you aint on board here's a 1-way ticket to hells pasture
Yo you wanna talk about dreams gettin' splattered?
I heard you was suckin Time's dick until he busted and blew out ya brain matter
Yeah I know what a MC is fool
who you think you are that I gotta prove myself to you
you make a few lines rhyme Einstein good for you
if you can do that then how come you can't read mines too
oh I get it you been sucking Times dick all day now your minds full
That's why you had to stick up for him right he's your bitch whatever its not a crime dude...
but if I am a pussy then yer just lion food
See that first line was really your dying move
saying my shit don't hold structure is silly you lying prude
you need to take your two cents and go buy a clue
because if I was bi like you I wouldn't mind getting raped every time I rhymed like you
and bitch your not ill-egal
your such a bitch you can't help but say please and thank you
oh shit neyo take a break
your not really the one
the ace is back on the plate
I'm bout ta spank a home run
on all of yall rookies
say goodbye to the rock
cookie monster eats all the pussy
till ill shit is coughed
enough of dat, play times over
you in range bout to be rolled over
by a slanted eye chink in a ranged rover
with a bi-polar flow holder
thats colder than the cold shoulder
then change the whip to a bull dozer
and pulver-rise despise the pussy in your eyes
no remorse for the course of action
no mercy i aint stoppin, the train lost traction
you askin to get an contraction
with them corny lines
i call that corn on the cob
you spittin corn seeds in your rhyme
:stfu:
look i aint here to end careers
so ima stop ta give you a chance to cross, deer.
Seriously your shits straight wack
didn't anyone tell you have to rhyme in rap..
you think your hard core because your slobbing my corn cob sack
bitch who the fuck names them self jay pea you must be smoking crack
This is my party fool your a junior son.. stand back
I want you to have plenty of room to kiss my ass while my balls slap
your nose while you lick my balls slack
your gingivitis I'm Listerine I destroy all plaque
if your a cold shoulder then I'ma 90 ton bolder that rolled over you in your range rover and left you lay flat
you say things about bi-polar but just need ta grow older you just sound like a quack
and I could give a fuck about what you look like or where your at
your still gonna get shut down as easy as Windows on a brute force attack
your shits bull I almost dozed off there reading that shit back
I got pussy on my dick you got dick on your face, ears, lap, an in your ass an that's that
see I don't need no mercy you won't have me pursy, when I emerge you gonna need the emergency urgently
me I never lose traction I am always on track
I am my own faction you get eradicated for all the lines you blew you.. master baited your shit didn't hit me but some other dudes ass crack
you need to expand your vocabulary go get educated and just throw back
cause I get bored battling dumb bitches who really don't rhyme and have no bounce back
cause every time I kill one of the bitches I feel like I should hang them on my wall or tie them to my roof rack
my shits garbage??? your shits pre-written in the back of a dumpster truck
talkin bout dicks in my face but your girl at my place and i kick her out once i nut.
Look a rappers name doesnt make the rapper
you aint spitten religion boy yous an actor
and these nursery rhymes are fine, for you
i dont need a vocabulary when i go against a "who"?
look step ya bars up otherwise i cant take you serious
cuz right now you aint programmed right like the way siri is.
you no dope shit you dont deserve the name scripter
am more like an alian am a deferant creatcher
no time for games go get your self a teacher
cold blooded alian i get in church and shot the spreatcher
say the last words to your family couse am coming for your heart
tell them to run away i dont them to get hurt
when i get there your papa should remove the hat
i was born this way never ask why am hot
you were born through the anus thats why you are not
tell your mum to open legs am ready to hit the spot
your mum play whit my balls thats her real sport
your life is at the coma,ama put it on the dot.
i dont forgive niggers am not jesus christ
next time think twice before you fool your self
dont play whit the g your body will be at the shelf
your bitch knows my name she has bein mailing bhf
i know how to cook lines you may call me chef
am just disin you but niggers am calling me the chief
am writng this shit couse i know you are def
bhf mr cool bitch just pave the way
Both you bitches are lame neither of you fade me
you both sound alike and spit the same and have the same aim.. me
dam both of you should be named jay - pea
What you mean a rappers name means nothing dumb fuck.. pay me
who you bluffing my name wasn't picked my name it named me
because when I set my mind to this it just became me
so I guess we can plain see you went from the letter J to forest gumps
saying "I gotta pee"..
and b I mean cool guy vegeta on super saiyan 3 you watch a kids show how you gonna try and play me?
Seriously though your really equal to jay's piss.. I mean pea and hes equal to my bitch when she is pissy and cranky
so you can do like she do an eat my dick.. have a look see
don't alienate me bitch your just a rookie
I'm a slap shot in your guts leaving ruts
while I'm high sticking your bitch
while she's stiff sticking your mom and your sister still grabbing and licking my nuts
you can't get with me I'm with it.. whats with all the fuss
your with it..a hand job that's all callus and rough
riding dick hard you think your big dogs but the truth is your muts
no your less then that your gonorrhea and some pus
in some trifling bitches ass crack that got wiped outta her puss
your like some dirt weed layed on brick
I'd be like some purple haze or some cush
your just like any puss when I get in it
you were tight but now your all beat up an mush