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reflect on all my posts im killin you
lazy fuck only rhymes the last syllable
youre a waste of time kill yourself
i hope you do no guilt be felt
go play in traffic or take a nap on some train tracks
you should die from littering this thread with your lame raps
Funny thing is if i read your rap then it would be a diss.
But when you speak it everyone knows your just moving your lips.
So how you gonna do this when you faker than north face fur.
Tryna say you killing me but all i see is your forced gay verse.
You ain't rapping perverse you just rapping the worst.
I fracture the earth while he couldn't scratch my shirt.
couldnt scratch your shirt? dont aim to push me...
this aint a cat-fight even though you may be pussy
and oh yeah you made me look, see?
all i see is trash you aint mistook me
this dudes a bitch his kitchen is a bowl near the door
keeps gettin smacked for leavin shit; why'd you go on the floor?
The way you hit the floor from the power of a 44.
take you out the door kick your ass some more
watch me spit my flow some more my rhymes come from the core
slap your girl like shes a whore split when the fuzz knock on the door I was done anyway your ass is a bore
yo this kid krazy,but ill have to dismiss
break ya whole verse like its a stick,kid twist
dog if you crazy then im rehabilitation
the way im comming for your asz like thermometers in patients
i know your an adolesence hence the name kid
so now its rock a bye baby cuz you cant rap for sht
ill smack you from the titty youve been sucking on
like *smack* whos titty is this?"mines" *Smack* your phucking wrong
dudes prayin for comfort.. hatin his life
heres a blade.. take it right to the wrist if youd like
wont say that the gun bursts.. but if its a fight
youre gonna need a new face and some tissue alike
not tissue like youre cryin bitch
tissue like youre dying.. shit
Oh shit, I'm scared, dude's gettin violent
Some cyber shit, someone call the e-siren,
I'ma break your fingers out of alignment
So we ain't burdened with all of yo typin
Get employed, son, here imma give you a stipend
Or pay you to clean my ass, yeah start e-wipin,
OR gettin inspired so now you use my pen
But orders for takeout is all you be writin'
inspiyer, shit doesn't look right for you, i'm confident
that either B couldn't spell or he's full of incompetence
Each punch would've rhode his eye, then blackened his providence
so high i battle in 3rd person working this vomit pen
cuz i write sick, like notes to gym teachers from nerds-parents'
so cold, hot niggas run because the height isn't faren
dont try them weak played, rhymes cuz youll practically be gay/
this muthafaggots In The Navy.......... im like Y MC eh?/
on the deck of the ship, blown into random dance-
while 30 sailor doods vogueing in tandem pairs/
stuck on that vessel, a fruit with gay comradery/
aint shit for him to do except for anime and sodomy/
a purple heart and a medal of honor, son fought a sea serpent and caught children on his tonsils/
i salute you sir.....
but from quite a distance cuz i dont like your vision on my emergency provisions/
id call him a dumbfuck youngbuck, but hes literally a Semen-
dreamin of goin back in the sack cuz this puff just loves nuts/
and u dare talk about played lines....
lol....for what its worth
dude must drunk fuckin with me, leave the Saki alone,
remember i'm black, i'll eat this chicken down to the bone
talk about sodomy i'm gettin the lube,
this faggot tryna get raped, and i'm stick those played-lines in his Toobs
#nuffsaid
u ain't no rapper..so stop pretending to be one
cause ur rhymes are more played than Crash on the Ps1
another monkey escaped outta the asylum...claiming to have a sick flow
it's like a virus spreading thru the whole world..cuz even Asia went scytso
bos the bosnian...more like roz, for rosalyn
spit out bars tight as the pants your take ya morning jogs in
this nigga shoot softer than training weapons full of dead rounds
you'll never be shit on rapbattles, even ya avi head down
Ur a joke...working in the Circus..entertaining people as a clown
With ya fake purple hair n ya eyes busted out like a kid with Down (hahaha)
Nah..i shouldn't be making fun of retards..too bad u can't play
Don't be sad over ur future..ask Gaga..u were just Born This Way
Be proud of who u are...even tho u'll never gain respect
With ya fag attitude n whack rhymes..cheer up..u have more things u lack
Come at me, bro..we know u love a mans meat
With u losing everything...this is the only thing that u CAN beat (Ohh shit!!)
lose everything? please, nigga i jest when i post
ain't nothing tough about you, even ya record is ghost
"Take a Look at my Life", i dont see nothing at all
No accomplishments, with just a lot of posts in the fall
Lack the bladder to shit on niggas you just spit wit the gall
I shoot quick, art with a gun clip get you splat on the wall
Talk bout accomplishments...ur part of a whack crew
Ur like the annoying fly on a piece of shit...they're already fucked up..even without u
Where's ur record? Don't talk shit about something u can only dream about
I thought u were just fag...but it seems sperm aint the only thing that enters n leaves ur mouth
U got more posts than I do...Really, don't u pay attention to facts?
Here's another one..haven't figured out yet that everything u write is boring n whack?
No?? Let me rephrase that part and make sure u get it right...
People will never respect u...no matter how good the shit is u write
U fags come in standards and I'm using u as stereotype
Asians cant rap nor write..just look at the shit u type