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whoa gettin sleepy due to the verse of this fag.....
...cuz his rhymes more tired.....
......................................than trans atlantic jetlag.....
i stomp on SLIM dicks face n leave my print permanently engraved....
jealous of my lines so revenge is what he craved....
but coulda done better than them wack lines...
shit peeps hatin on you bitch more than parkin fines......
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this cat looks up to me, looks & sees fire bitch
no wonder why he acknowledged that i was retiring
i spit threw the wire kid, threw and steady
and with your level of wackness, no ones ready
my bars hit ya skull heavy, smashing this dude
Hi there! Ya new?
. . wish i could say that for ya rhyme quality too
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if rb was thier life line... these niggaz wouldnt be breathin/
look at these homos, i dont know whos givin dick and whos recivin/
busters is jealaus, i got microwave shots, that reheat each of they lines/
the only thing they doin, is each other thats why they here at the same time/
niggaz is gaspin for air, go head and breath easy bitches/
im new.. hi there, ya ryhme quality is simply non exsitent/
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Slim and Abstract teamed up, so I call em both son...
Cuz two heads are better than...well...not this one!
I oughta just slap em, but they deserve worse...
So I'll torture them by makin them read their own verse.
Fuckin Slim and Abstract both gotta be fags...
Cuz they're both about holding each other's funbags.
See how whack I throw...and yet still throw you both...
For more than a loop...shit...the whole trapeze show.
Double blah!
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Too many times i have come across this un-laballed organism
too many times, took pops at his pride, and disabaled his rhythm
cut this cat? certified and obliged... cut him up like jewish circumcision
too many times we have collided and i've always set the vision....
Desicion to create and in-take a new personell B2K, u changing?
This cat was high? Shit he musta fell.. look at the piss B2K's inhaling!
Fuck it why front, your good at times but times u just annoy me
If Michael Jackson came out non-guilty...Then i'd declare your better than me....
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diz nigga aint in in 4 da fame, just recognition of talent/
but he aint gotta enuf skill 2 win a third grade pageant/
im ridin diz niggaz flowz like a pure bred stallion/
step down and beat him senseless like a one man batallion/
of course diz nigga knowz da procedure to a circumcision/
doc had a time findin his 'subject', so he knowz da meanin of precision/
he should know enuf bout anatomy, or maybe just head/
no skill, no thrill, male prostitution and dreamin, wat more need said....
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mug this dummy, fuck wallet, ill take the pants whole
then laugh at this idiot who couldnt afford knowledges toll
ill eat this homo whole, claim ya.. what kid, on ya own?
you aint been independent since i abducted ya soul
now im back on the road, taken the path to dope-
ness & id give ya some but this idiot'll say he didnt smoke
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toll and own dont rhyme nigga,
but keep trying and ull get it in time I figua',
7500 posts, thats more than born to kill,
only 2 battles, plz find a woman to feel,
im tryin to weed out the virgins on this site,
we the same height, but u cant see me, im outta sight
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The Trick is Back to make shit out our threads and tracks
Small fry in the big leagues never seen chips or stacks'
I rip the wack Im off all the Richter scales and charts
Verbals darts sent with skills meant to impale ya heart
Theres no point all you're just competing to fail
You feel me, but can't see me like you reading in Braille
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I finna rip-Diss-Bitch and he aint gotsta know/
That his moms is on the corner, cuz she jus a hoe//
Fa Sho, multis rippin DeVaZtAtE MinDz fo fun/
And the only MinDz U DeVaZtAtE are retarded ones//(lol KO!!!)
YOur sig id fuckin huge, your a fuckin newb/
And i am doper...much much much more doper than you// (lol merked!!!)
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If you call that Merked then when i spit its like you never existed,
Your punch's were ass, and all 100% of them were miss'ed/
Its like after cuttn your wrist's, you are no longer around,
This game is like King of the hill, I remain at the top you fall back down/
Hes still on the momma jokes, while them jokes been old n curvy,
I kill fags, so if I see you in the public your getting your ass burried/
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lil scrappy you more like a little bitch like a 4th grader that gets stuck in a ditch,,,I'll cut open your windpipe when i begin 2 write or recite, my rhymes are like a prayer,they help you see the light,,cause you bite
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Born to kill aint takin me im on anotha lvl then him
make em bow down on my steps of paradise like Jem
im unethical juss ask half dem nikkas out there
wantin to be emcees copyin me mane my verses dont adhere
so dont stick em there befo id rip ya spline out phenom
hes so visible so easy to hit an open splice tram
man i aint suntin i rappin i aint accin im rippin these cattle
and anythang born to kill can make i can make his verse rattle
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Tha Jokas weak in all stances, its easy to defeat em
Cause my punches hit the joka,like i was Michael Keaton
mental capacity is lackin, and heres some proof to console ya
Cause under font color and glow, his dumb ass put THA JOKA
Out his battle, dayum, i aint seen not one versed that i liked
Cause his bio explains it all, theres 'nuffin' important in his life
so i might as well take it, and relieve the world of his nonsense
Cause he coulndt 'come close' to my verse, if he wrote it wit Common
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Chewy definitely fits you
Chew you up and spit you out like bad beef stew
If I ever meet you, I'd delete you in no time
Cause you about as weak as Michael Keaton getting stoned for his dumbass lines
You an actor when it comes to being a gangta, you aint even up to bein a wanksta
Sportin the old school Wolverine, you dressin in spandex when you face to face to me
Callin yourself battlin
Everyone else seein you as a tattler, aka snitch
I just see you as a punk ass bitch, and a wannabe
Muthafucka, step to me, and you a used-to-never-be
I use my wording cleverly to make me a future gonnabe
Leaving you standing stuttering
Fluttering making you look like a nutting butterfly
So do yourself a favor and step to some other guy