Dadiator are you a rapist
I'm not hating on your name but the faggot chart's swingin like a weathervane
Your name speaks of battles won but what's in a name
You're a fatherly gladiator no more than you are a thane.
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Dadiator are you a rapist
I'm not hating on your name but the faggot chart's swingin like a weathervane
Your name speaks of battles won but what's in a name
You're a fatherly gladiator no more than you are a thane.
You claim The Great Father to be queer while you're in bed wit absolute.
The Great Father is mighty, your speech is full of holes like a flute.
You aint no resurector, just a honey bee looking for nectar
You only get pussy when your queen will let ya,
ill have her ass up in the sky, and beat that pussy up till it look like uncle fester,
your mother probably fondled you yep she was a molester
but you enjoyed chasing that bird im a call you Sylvester..
Dons-hot-ta who? Nobody! We all know there is truth to a name/
That's why I'm AbsolutE in the game - 100 proof wit' no filters to restrain/
If he Sylvester, does that make you Tweety? Must be cause you're fuckin' "yellow" and "mini"/
You're rhymes are a "bother" too "empty" - sweeter than Whinnie!/ (wow catch that!)
Wit' your rhymes there's no winning - I'd change ya name to "The Great Father"/
Cause your next round's "Second Coming" is being DENIED like religious proffer!/
Absolute,is fucking shit absolutely/
Hand the mic down to thee/and salute me/
I would kick down your door with the butt of a AK rifle holding surplus ammo/
Wearing Woodland Cammo/
to find absolut fucking a absolute bottle/
If you 100 proof,am 200 Pure Delivery getting lit in a booth/
and Shoot you with the gun your makers produced/
I spray you on Russian women/
And always be Intoxicated sicker than you/
Drink the Juice of my raps and shiver/
mucles tense and relax epileptically with no ability to deliver/
How you Poison me when you couldn't get handled by your own liver ?/
Intoxicated? Cant even hold liquor/
Calm your tone nigga, u ain't a known killer/
Only load clips up when restocking grocery dealers/
My little pony I fear more, throwing glitter/
More like a phony mixture of fake & knowing better/
Venom a go getter.. if u drop a soap near him
Umm you garbage like the shit out of my asshole
Yo shit dead and cold and im Hotter than Tabasco
Sick deadly flow, you a lil dog, boy you aint ready doe
My play with words painter a better picture than Picasso
What venom? please man yo shit is more like an antidote
You gotta flow like pussy maybe you should be a camel toe
Too lyrical with shit ill freeze ya career like Subzero
I think this boy got lost like finding Nemo!
What kinda weak flow is that? Your minor league bro/
Fuck getting a contract, u needa be signed to a release form via keyboard/
If biggie was reborn, yung shoulda been hung with the
e cord/
Claiming powers to freeze? So guess I'm three-fourths the suns heat source/
Rambo was an elite force all by himself.. u cry for help when u see a roach/
Are you Forreal, You really should do better
These words pluck ya ass lika bird without feathers
You Think You are better than I boy you the J Letter
You shit to weak and slow so i dip you in Ketchup
Boy Catch Up, oh he speechless like his jaw stuck
Boy grow some more better find yo hiccups
I'd give 'yung rambo' his first blood, that in turn would give his first look...
...at a girl with a nurse stood stitching his worst cuts
but he prefers the curve nuts push, not the curve of girls Butts or their tit cup...
so much that this puff would'a just stripped, took dick like a sick cunt
Fuck! there'd be no sequel, just a trilogy of people that flicked cum...
...filled ‘em with bullets from a diff’ gun that comes with fixed plums
^^I can't Diss or rip the piss out of the guy above this
you see he's wise, accomplished, even though he hasn't won shit
we all know talent from Brits is along with the strongest...
it's in your subconscious among the nonsense of blonde bits
so why not just put it in a song bitch and prolong the gong hit
What's wrong with this kid? Off with his head/
Michael Bisping this Englishman without an octagon or ref/
Knock the block off dev, let him hop along to death/
Then placed in a box of all his limbs, rotting to sticks
Kung Pow my dick is harder than yo flow and NO HOMO
I will hit ya ass with this 9 like Tony Romo
I Quarterback this verse at ya ass like Dan Mariano
Ill have my goons to bag yo ass Lika Kilo
Bitch you aint hot at all my piss hotter than you
Ill Karate Chop yo ass and cook you like wonton soup
Shit im too ill and this flow iller than the flu
...Wow yung rambo sound like a damn hoe but stay in yo lane tho
that shit'll get you eaten by dogs like that slave from django
the message from yo bitch is a damn given, beyond homo she can't end it
so NOW u fuck wit mail order brides, but they chicks wit dicks so you let a tran send it(transcendent..?)
YOU UGLY AS FUCK.....Sorry bro but the facts in,
you look like the shit demon from dogma...or a ninja turtle wit black skin
^
how u name urself after wat ur girl let me do??
then let the crew, suckin til her face is blue
i smoke Lz, popp pills, drink dj screw
wake up, make moves, get cake like a jew
u da type to jus smoke all day
i be layed bak, shinin like a pope all day
u a dickridin faggot, a lame named smash
ill str8 aim blast put ya remains inna trash
Jermz ain't hard, this bacteria ain't harming the Earth
Cause I just throw this pesticide until he's part of the dirt
you the type of thot i could never marry
you can start a new nickelodean wit all the kids mariah carey
.. Mariah Carey got a Nick, u getting decapitated
Fashion statement: wearing ur boyfriends red jacket doesnt make u gang related
Masquerading as a thug will get Jermz no where but under dirt
Gun alert.. I coming through like the Punishers mother's hurt
ya name corny soundin like some chinese shit
my pistol have u screamin like a chinese bitch
my piff strong n hit ya chest like a chinese kick
u an ya niggas smoke mids wit the seeds n shit
freestyle spittin bars on some random shit
choppa hit u have ur momma wit the candles lit
only candles lit when the heater buzz by
Cuz u look like the Justin Beiber punk type
The kind ta run while ur mother dies..
right in front of u, while other dudes come to her side
Kung, you ain't fucking with I. You're nothing, aside
from being an elitist prick. Still receiving the tit your mom was feeding you with.
But let's not get started about how your mother works the street, stripping.
But her mouth should be on a Milk Carton with all em' teeth 'missing'.
Yo, geek...listen. Didn't wanna offend you, but your mom's on the menu.
I call her Sadam when she's sent through, her pussy drops the bomb on the venue.
So here's a comment, pretend to... not hear it, it's this.
Your moms morals are like alcohol - Only with us in "Spirit", you bitch.
Shouldnt be talking about moms, Taut/
Cuz urs gets me up every morning like an alarm clock/
Plus I'm ur father probably, my first offspring made/
The way she gets passed around for money like the church offering plate/
But if so, I call it a mistake.. my apologies late/
She said she wanted fuller lips so I said "how does this collagen taste?"/
Might of been wrong of me but hey.. I call her baby, not to act sweet/
It's cuz she's always strapped down in the back seat of my Grand Cherokee
Apparently, it took you 12 hours to write up your lyrics, b.
So, I don't know what your parents see, but disaster from marrying.
He's not the rapper he swears he's been.
You thought you'd reflect my style, so you're mirroring
from the side lines of my greatness, constantly peering in.
See, it's 10 minutes since your last post. Your drop wasn't fresh.
Lacking the Flavor, Flav. And there's no alarms for getting a clock to your chest.
You're giggling to yourself. But in reality? we're not too impressed.
You didn't soccer (sock her). You just said it, cause you thought you had a shot at the nets.
Junior. I could clown you, without putting it down, dude.
You're a clown, who got a red nose, minus jokes, and bulbous round shoes.
Any post you make, cause it was acknowledged by me, is now news.
Lit that ass up. You're still trying to make the Underground fuse.
I have no time limits, my lyrics defy minutes/
Seconds is what ur mom wants when I finish/
Have her crawling walls like marvel drawings of spidey & venom/
Type of thunder & lightning Thor couldnt find in a weapon/
Cuz I'm designed with the strength of 5 avengers, plus the x-men/
Punk u desperate to die quick.. I shall oblige ur wishes in FL, just set it
You could say my mom wants seconds, but thats not really true
She just wants the original first and she sure as fuck didn't get it from you
Even if you tried it would be just like receiving a mosquito bite
Scale to scale you're probably more in the danny devito height
I would fuck your mom but she squeezed your ugly ass out
the thought of that pussy is enough to make me fucking pass out
those shots ain't gettin through, fag your all about trash
fresh and clean don't associate with each other unless you Outkast
I'll watch you melt fast, ring your Belfast
like I had some Irish help lad
danm am back n niggaz are still pussy whack...
i leave bitches hangin on the cross like jesus
makin no profit yet u callibg your ass the business
never try to face me go work on your fitness
they killed me but i rose on the third day
came with one massage to say you gay
Well that was uncalled for, that shit was fucking garbage son...
There no more thyme for this herb and I'ma bout to harvest one...
I'm so stupid that I could throw a rock at the ground and miss
Thats because when I was a baby I got pound with fists and round house kicked
Dissin you're self, you call that fresh...
Hardly even a bars, you got beaten and bruised..
But the phantom will cause your death...
two bars, I spit, To prove you're as weak as the flu...
Thine pussular is loose! Thine pussular is loose!
That doth mean men hath savaged thine caboose.
Why, James Bones, doth thou not lay down thine arms and surrender?
Worship The Great Father, that is all thou shalt need to remember.
I don't surrender my mind power is strong, you could never telepathically put dents in me...
The father is destroyed by the son he created the phantom and is devoured eventually...
I am the Mystic sent to over power your reign mentally...
Knave, that shalt not address thine patriarch in such indolent tones.
Let the teachings of thine prophet flow through thine soul and thine bones.
It art not too late for ye to seeketh salvation.
It art time to embrace The Great Father and the truth of thine creation.
worship the father? worship the father?
why bother? ...i'd rather worship the almighty father...
Cummy, doust thou submit to The Great Father's teachings?
Thine path to greatness doth initiate once thine doth begin thine readings.
It's not even worth respondin to a christian there's no point...
This guy don't listen he can only hear the sound of his own voice..
I don't need to prove to a guy with 2000 plus posts on a forum who's better...
he'll never admit his faults, so Dadiator isn't even worth the effort....
you remind me of what it's like to be ignorant...
until I opened my eyes to the worlds that were converging in three dimensions and settled differences..
You can't see my dcik when my flow busts you...
Well then let me rip out your eye and skull fuck you...
I don't have to address you wit any sort of respect you don't deserve...
I won't follow the ways of a false god, rather I'll tie you to a stake and watch you burn...
James Male Bondage, thou art a knave.
Thou art a sheep, to narrow thoughts thou art a slave.
Cease thine buttfoolery, thou shalt cease thine estrogen treatments.
Before thou doth become Aunt Jemima and thine pussular doth reeketh.
I'll think of a diss when you come up with something better than this weak shit
Dadiator you must love the buttfoolery...
With how much you talk shit you must pack fudged...
Dadiator smokes pole you're not foolin me...
Fairy.... fruity pebble faggot....
You're as straight as the village people...
tell me when you lick ass can you caste shit dadiator..
can you taste shit?
Why doust thee parlay in blasphemy? Revealest thine intent, young knave. Thine soul art of a lady, but ye can be saved! Embrace broader thoughts, accept into thine spirit the Speaker of All Truths.
Cease thine views of MTV for thine news. Disdain Bravo and E! for thine televised entertainment post haste. Abandon thine shopping sprees at Macys. It art time for thee to cometh and to embrace the intersection of all truths. Do so by the guidance of The Great Father. Forsooth!
wtf are you talking about man... I don't even have a tv to watch... And I think MTV is like you in my mind....
You're both a fuckiny waste of my time