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Originally Posted by Gamgeenie
Just ranting 'bout semen
Ima cut your life in half-call you G-Man
But you ain't gonna be a Freeman, so sit there and stew
Cause my raps rape more minds than head crabs do
Ooo
Your name is Gamgeenie
Go cry, 'fore your murdered by this meanie
Better find a genie
And wish to go so far you can't see me
'Cause I'll tear off your head and shit down your neck
You'll regret
Taking the bet
Of posting on this thread
Biatch
3 posts to date and we needn't more
your a ghost that's waitin' to see the lord
you'll have to conceive your 4th post through a Ouija board,
if you oppose ya fate and breach accord
I'll beat you til I'm reassured that we have peace restored
Your lines are just...rather clown and ass-like, they'll easily be ignored
until scientists gather 'round the crash site of my lyrical meteor
when my flow crash landed on this lonely ass planet and formed the grand canyon
the lord began jammin';
all aboard my bandwagon
i'll have your ass planted in the back, gamblin' with Jumanji's Alan playing backgammon.
My tummy's growlin', now then
I look at this whack amateur like I look at a yummy sandwich that packs salmon
Your sac gets cut off and given to your mom as snack almonds
you lack stamina to run from the manhandler who's got antlers, rammin ya
cops only slightly capture ya on their dashboard cameras
your face will be on the news, "missing", like the alaskan sasquatch,
i'm just a hasbeen that's got
your ass pinned to the cabin's wall like captioned snapshots
or a map of aspen
force feeding you tabs of aspirin
before leading you and your fag friends to a masked assassin
fasten your straps, batten down the hatches, you'll be among the last men
to have their skulls bashed in with a mic until the mics smashed to fragments
Nononononono
You call that an attack?
Do I need to redefine wrath?
I wouldn't wipe my ass with that crap you just spat
You wanna quote Jumanji? Well I'm the final threat
Hornet burrowing into your ears more painful than Squidward's clarinet
You'll never get more upset than when you realize my skill set
Soaring higher than national debt
You're on the ground-my silhouette
My lines are toxic
Vines drilling into your eye sockets
Then smash your car through that guy's market
Then park it-leave and fuck your girl without her compliance
Take one step closer and I'll unload my rifle that's silenced
My violence will bash you mindless
Shove a hook up your nose and pull out your sinus
Work similarly with your ho, leave her childless
As you watch everyone you know fall lifeless
Haul yo fat ass out the back and split it in half like mitosis
Leave this bitch more sickly than pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Break your back- call it scoliosis
I'll admit your bars are fire: you got that halitosis
But know this
One does not simply diss me and get away that
It's a fact
My lyical attacks smack hacks back to black and white and black again
Half my pen reaches further than your dick extends
You cannot even begin to pretend to comprehend your descent into the end
You can't even win Onceawhile, put your career on suspend
You'd best bail. You've set sail for death, hell you took the express rail
I make forests from the vets I impale, the fresh entrails have yet to be stale
I'll knock your head with a flail, crack that frail skull like an egg shell,
the only thing between his legs is his tail, he's tryin' to run away like he fled jail
but has my Feds on his trail, they can tell it's him from the excrement smell,
and they're getting madder at you with every breath they inhale
he'll be caught and brutally wrecked if he yells, heck-they'll harpoon his neck if he wails
your junior text is a fail, son you weren't meant to excel
I'm a senior you're a freshman, I'm the leader of the x-men
an ex-savior, you're a Justin Bieber, a seeker of attention
I'm a warrior from Valhalla back to order my cabal to snap you
chew you like gala apples, my pals shall unrap you
I'm Al Capone you're an alcoholic that wallows in vomit
while watching Wallace & Gromit on an analog Panasonic
I'm an anti-oxidant dropping ill pro's with valid arguments,
I turn you into talcum particles, how come all of his
raps are horrible, I can't bump 'em, I don't have the tolerance
I'll make you write raps til you reek of sweat
Your weak threats are supported by even weaker threats
I'll beat your chest because you lack the heart to speak of death on a beat cadet
my peak has yet to be reached, I bet
your peak is set where my feet are kept
he walks in crowds but there's not a peer amid him like Egypt without Imhotep
this negro went and let his ego vent
he's the type of bitch to pay d-bo's rent
vocab as rich as zero cents your rhymes could leave no dent
-in the game. Forget heaven, this jackass was Steve-O sent
his whole [life] was meant to reattempt stunts and make some of them
dissing me was one of them
Your metaphors are silly, i plan to attach a Semtex bomb to your Achilles
just for the fact that i can't stand you, my fist is what i want to hand you,
not for the dap, but to permanently tattoo my hand print of when i slapped you
For trying to act big and tall, your face will resemble a Shaquille O'Neil signature basketball
my metaphors eat through metal floors, "acid rap"
trippy as hell, what you witness is like your miniature self
was dipped in acid when the dipshit rappelled,
slipped and then fell in a pitcher of L...SD
you fuck up on the mic like you came ill-equipped for a spelling bee
"how long does the trip last?" this prick asked, before he zipped past
reality's grip, lipped glass, lit the grass, ripped and cashed his little bowl fast
reached critical mass,
tried to dispatch a diss to this-class of rap, meaning lyrical caste, but his riffraff
was mismatched; enough, your just terrible man, you're unable to dish crafts
while my lines are like fine china; i find him high, tryna get up on my table and strip dance
I prepared a small plan, slipped him into the bag where my fam and I ditch trash,
stuffed that shit an in aerosol can and labeled it Whipped Ass
even the actors from fear-factor wouldn't want a serving, it's not worth it
the active ingredient is Don's verses, no one on Earth is
dumb enough to bite his raps on purpose, the long search is
finally over, I've found biter repellent, just spray it on the surface of your rhymes upon purchase
u want a spelling contest, I contest, with distress, that ur a fucktard, uglier than that shit, in lockness, ur arms and legs been stuck up ur arse since birth, the only hard skin u got is on ur knob from all that rubbin on earth, don't think im doubtin the only time u get some, is when the granny parade week is on and their shoutin, u walk outside and offer them a dollar, and then they sceam out robber, that little dumb cunt needs some serious lubrication cobba, sliding up and dn on grannies all day, Christine aguliar at 90 with aids, is all u be getting, fuck face, its time to fade, ever since the day u were born, god held his dick and tugged himself off, just the though of u makes him sick, so sick, he tugged himself so hard, his dick feel off and he had to order a whole new stick. did I say stick, I mean to say prick, go on coak sucker, go and suck on ur that little prick, infact spray on some please fuck me juice, straight from paris, run round sayin im a Hilton, and try to see that size isn't a reason to scream embaress, im an active ingreditant in the letters 6 6 6, so creative that im here not even pisset. im in class elite, n ur class piss weak, go suck my dick mother fucker, get a life, n go freak, ur a freak of nature, a woman bashin whore, whos lust lucky score, was with a, 2 dollar score, all the way from fucken shang whore, go n suck in this, to ur lungs, suck in right in and fill em, old matey, who the hells Katie, breath it in n get ur riff raff of ma fatey, a 93 yr old, ur fates to die alone, and im making sure it happens, shit now I got a bone, just from rappin, a granny from back in the 80's, get fucked. don't u remember, she been stuck in my mind since u read u fucked her, way back last september.
you pissed me off with that trite shit you wrote
but I can laugh it off because your life is a joke
I'll stick a mic in your throat - do him like Dickk-1 (a white kid who's dope),
or I'll do you like Lif son, burn you with a stick of dynamite in your coat
Were you tryna explode,?
that fuckin' block of text alone pretty much silenced those hopes
you write with a gross mind, the closed kind and your post
was equivalent to a high vicodin dose, not feelin' it
my rhyme is prescribed with a note, to guys diagnosed with the illest shit
I shouldn't even waste my time roasting this seismic hoax
whose lines are as crooked as the lines of a coast
Supergoo? Sounds like you a fruit
If you can hang it's through a noose
Bitch, don't explain, do the proof
You've wrote your shame I view
Grannie this, grannie that
Is all I've seen skimming that wack rant
Where's your jabs at
You're going nowhere on a fast track
Who you mad at
Your faux pas aggression is half-assed
Just a cover up for being a pussy tool, tampax wrap
Tryna hurry up & post, your dads out back
Told you this rap site's getting you nowhere
And your stats vouch that
By reasoning of your weak scripts, you should die
Phony threats & useless lies
I'd see you killed if I ever see you alive
Know it's code, BUT, I won't say what I see
That concepts way above your head
While your both way below my feet
Even your alias is weak
A stupid name, say something bleak,
Attempt a tirade with who reads it,
Be a dishonorable piece of shit, then leave it
Knowing if you continue, you'd be beaten
I'm the type to still want you murdered
After your no longer breathing
What's a blood-thirst? I feed it
It's addictive as Cheerios
To a killer who hates sweetness
But lives off of cereal
All your sickening sex driven lyrics?
Not vet, but your heavy with prose
& bitching's not dissing
So, It's hard for goo to get out of hand
Like a six year old children
Once in a while with twice the garbage
If your planted on substance, time to harvest
Hack you off since your STALKing weak targets
With hella CORNy flows you harness
Call a shotgun Nintendo
There's no defect, but blow the cartridge
Buckshots? Suck it all in
Like last week after you got bitchslapped
This wannabe muhammad ali doesn't want it with me, I'll make you vomit (blegh)
from this lyrical bubonic plague, it'll cost you an arm and leg,
Really mods, is this Not a threat?
Watch him nod his red dotted head, as he begs not to be shot dead,
Then I wake him up, he's shaken up right off of his bed
He has dreams of dyin', and I am often the guy who causes the dread,
The final option is to drop him alive inside of his coffin instead, while I'm having coffee and bread
Watchin' him face his fears like he did when he dropped in this thread
Your punches lack correct execution, I hope that when you wrote you wasn't sober
He catches flack for sex abuse when I expose how his flow fucked him over
And how he fucked it up worse with his closer; what smells, was your verse dipped in sulfur?
This creature got balls in his mouth another couple around his hole like gopher
in a golf course,
and I'm a golfer
bout to hit you with the nine iron, somebody call Fore!
Did somebody call for Onceawhile to bust somethin' wild,
or to bust up a child for touchin' that motherfuckin' dial?
I told you not to, I straight up annihilate with such a style...
Ain't nothin' I'll wait for another couple to try their fate, you better duck Belial
So many bodies gettin' tossed to hell that they up and piled miles to the idol's Gates
God gotta crocodile smile on his face...
It's strategic, kid believe it, you get no readings
Once a while... tis the seizing to hunt you for not retreating
... Tell Christmas beat it, I got a gift to end your breathing
Since it seems about presents, my presence'll cringe your being
... Who do you live with, heathen, it's best to predict them fleeing
Nobody who knows you will fight for you... Depict your beating
Reason to slaughter your soul, yo, I already have it
Didn't need it in the first place, I detect who's plastic
Pretending savage for words sake, even your threats lagging
Ketchup packets in your medicine cabinet? Grow the fuck up
opponents just pups, mutts, I'mma bison with moves like tyson
I won't grow a fuck-up, I'll euthanize him
when I'm cypherin' the roof is risin'
when you cypher you lose your license to write shit, you should wisen
the fuck up, practice, or at least look for a new horizon
you suck nuts at this; I super-sized 'n busted through the hymen,
my over use of hyphens will dash your hopes of beating me - you lose and I win
i thought he was cold and ruthless but the truth is liken to getting greenland confused with iceland
your rehashed concepts are as stale as ever
you be mailin' letters but turn to female whenever my posts are entered
my rhymes are frozen weather,
they'll be hailed and measured on a scale, remembered as the rap that broke the record
on doppler radar, details at eleven, these gales from heaven
topple gay bars like hurricanes with pressure shatterin' San Francisco's taverns
your bars are from fiscal data, nobody wanna see that shit no matter how much you have son
onceawhile is enough cos those damn bison stink...
in the literal sense, but do you see the link?
but whats really confused my thinking is a different question
with cloven hoofs, how do you key without fingers n thumbs to press them?
this kid lacks logic, he'll probably blackout if he thinks too hard
i'll leave this missing-link f.u.b.a.r. for trying to be sphincter smart
smart ass? no, smart asshole, whose stinks at par with my bars odor, and I've
gotta large quota to meet, you're just a small order who should start over his life
Tryna be intellectual, you & your diss are vegetables
Minus the healthy dose of whatever they have
Bury you next to your grandad, see what pops off
Your lost in translation, only mean-in all talk
Not?! About the action!!!!
Your not about the action
Type to apologize for rapping, thought your were the baddest
Soft as a fabric Landed on... All your tactics
Hard as you get is a mattress... bedazzled
slept on by the masses... Or hassled
Shot at like a basket... Please travel
Some'n like a bad bitch, all you got is ass to view
When it comes to raps you spew... As for proof
Go ahead, show us...
NotNnice is WACK and if i see you, i`ll proceed to plant that message on a sticky note on your back
You got no tactics and im the assassin with the STATUS:ACTIVE, assigned to wreck you with a hat trick thats 3 shots through your jacket,
You a wacked dog, like a Mike Vick pit that dared to slack off,
a slack jaw for this crackhead with the lock jaw..
I'll take on both of you (u) like I take a double you (ɯ)
when i pummel one of you scrubs in two Rubble.
First Not n Nice: Bam Bam, I send a couple through...
Betty didn't even want to rumble you Bar-neanderthal, your in trouble
Donshotta, whats with the absence? Dude must be slow at making his fillers like trynna bucket molasses
I suggest you put the noose on your neck because of that last diss
Yea, tie the knot with Not, cuz you're both getting fucked in the asses
And that Not sucker is mad dense, i'll close his window of opportunity like an ad frorm Adsense
I told him all of the punches he has miss, he either needs luck or some glasses
to make it clear that his tactics suffer from wackness, suffering succotash this
cat is getting so old to the masses that he shows up on TV black and white, you should go public access
film yourself in a cave with ceiling stalactites while the tunnel collapses
and back to Donshotta, you ain't packin steel stainless or clips
I'll do you like Bane and his clique when they came unequipped
on the plane that he flipped - bag over your head, on your knees, but my D's aimed at your lip
I'm takin' a piss, that's the only time you'll spit golden, then I'll take you to the stadium zipped
in a bag, destroy that shit and throw you in the pit, my craniums sick
this dude couldn't be hard if he had a boner with a titanium tip
even then he wouldn't be packin' metal though, but he'd be a buck private
he's wack for attackin his captain, betta known as Not N Nice...I'll make these tough guys quit
Yo..
Your whole verse had no punchlines, ...zero my friend...
Cuz RB all hopes Once-in-awhile, drops barz NEVER AGAIN!!
Let him present punchlines that were never felt...
I see you edited ya barz cuz it looked awful? ...well it still didnt help!
So oh well...my right left combo flattens lame bitches and nail ya...
Cuz your weak verse is "Mediocre" with out T.I. and Iggy Azalea!!
His "right left combo"?...means he has combo-meals on either side of his ass
Yea you'll flatten lame bitches - roll over 'em after eatin' fried chicken fast
On my mark, RB will stretch your neck like a giraffe's, then strike at your calfs
The weight on your legs might just collapse, seismographs produce lines on this guy's behalf
Dude's a hippo-crit when he speaks, the shit you said was as weak as the shit you reckoned of me
anyone can kick his butt like a cigarette in the streets, I just have to put the fag out his misery from this heat
Stretch necks like giraffes n kick butts in the streets? Bitch please, no hot shots...
Cuz you got more 'played lines' then children near a jungle gym playing hop-scotch!
My legs wont collapse from weak lame shit, cuz u dont know how to punch...
Ur verse is standing on its last leg, no wonder why you use weak barz as a crutch!
I'm done moppin the floor wit your body bag, so let it go...
Call me out to battle anytime and no doubt you'll get ko'ed!!!
He thinks he's pulling the knockout hit...nah, doubt it, so shut that mouth slit, that cock outlet.
You can't murder the Booth...just click on this Link 'n Log-out, quit, with your hypocritical bullshit
Rhythm's an ocean, in it I'm a squid with propulsion; your flow's just a ripple, its basic, its over shortly, and it sorta bored me
You're a cripple who ignored the warnings in a Voorhees horror story, here's something not played: a recording of your lyrical oratory
Call you out to battle? Well then, fuck PAVONIA, I'll call you "Out Two Battles"
Ouch, dude that'll follow 'round ya shadow - but hey, now you can box it out with those "punches" that been fallin' out your asshole
Ayo bitch, i'm high as shit still punches swarm aggression...
Cuz you lack any power, when its a task for'em to form a sentence!!
Do I have to mention still ya barz dont never do shit....
Cuz RB wont ever see him elevate like faulty home improvements!!
What it do bitch? I spit heat, you ain't got the heart for this lame...
You a beast? Well I stuff-animals....no carnival games!!!
:deadhorse:
Paveonya gets paved on
You're your mothers lame son
Your brothers the gay one
& onceinawhile just aint good
Fake thug reusing weak concepts
Whilst claiming your a threat
I'll call 'you' a hypocrite only once
The proof's your way with words in text
You say the same damned shit
You a parrot cursed to death
I own you, but I don't care
We'll never see 'you' make it to a vet
Face it, your the best...
At being confidently garbage & prissy
Far from a biggie like homemade fries
McDonald's or Wendy's
Pav, your not hard, your more frisky
Your water, I'm whiskey
You throw stones from your glass house
Better listen to Lionel Richie
You need a brick house writing your shit out
Remind me of a fool whose big-mouthed
'til shot up in a twist slouched
You know the cliche chalk outline
The one they use in most movies
Have you laid out, dead,
looking like human swastikas gooey
You scared of homeboy down the street from you
your mama's his groupie
She tells you to listen to his music
That he stole from you truly, cuz you a bitch
Just like once, I dont need to tell him
Who've you hit?
You looking like nothing, that means a failure
Your duties shit, that's an ironic statement
All the work you put in
Adds to a blow job of satan
Matter of fact, not one lady'll fuck with the dude
Something to prove in all your bars
Wanna be cool!
But your lines are all ass, but their not nude
He tosses salads is why we see once & a blew moon
Lightwork
@PAVONIA
You ain't high, you just shit, and your first two lines didn't hit
In fact your best line/lyin' in a ditch, so I'll desert you and your rhymes to the lion in the pit
I'll tell your Wi-Fi can put you encrypts when I passwords from my lips
cuz my punches connect; she'll downloads when my pants get un.zip'd
P, you're a circus-act, keep thinkin' you're winnin', what you really are is pretentious,
you're faker than pretendin'- you're an alien's invention from a make believe dimension
@Not N Nice
Dude you're failing us, the second you're mentioned you're flailing wrists
And there's no "n" in Onceawhile, just like there shouldn't be one in your alias
Long story short, the fag's "Lightwork" was Not Nice work
You're the type to jerk-off while you watch guys twerk,
Swastikas huh? I'll destroy your Luftwaffe and stop your Third Reich smirk
You'll be found on the curbside murked, with a dropped mic, burnt
for being in my blast radius, see I appear at doorsteps and scorch vets' cerebral cortex,
Your flows a lethal vortex...cuz it sucks in more shit than women wearing corsets
Your old ass probably got your first mixtape on cassette
Only risktakers would bet, place their bread on Not, cuz dude's basically dead
You're only great in your head, in fact your great with head, you and Pav were made to wed
I should tear your gay shit to shreds, fuck what your friends said, they were misled,
You ain't half good, you're mad lame, a halfway crook, nonexistent in the rap game's book
You're either Nice or your Not, if I took your rhymes at face-value they wouldnt have great looks
I keep my shit simple, your shit's old, obscure and wrinkled like it had it's skin pulled
and yet your soul's been sold to buy skills tenfold, you were gypped bro, swindled
Do you really think your barz are lively n slick?
Honestly kid...you spit as much 'heat' as a pile of shit!
I'm tired of this!! My punches make you see stars...
You aint hard, like a prison escapee, we laugh at your weak barz!
Your verses lack everything, no matter what this clowns making...
Even your 'structures' shit, proof you lack a writing foundation!!
Deaded. See me in the battlefield if you wanna keep going man...
Pavonia's phonier than Adidas T's sold in Greece on beaches...
but at least those got heat... his Temp' just decreases with each rhyme he releases,
time's supposed to teach us and move us along...
so why is this kid still getting it wrong like Brittany miming a song
Deva's a beggar, never gets attention till hit
Once a while - once in a while? Dont matter, you suck dick
Which one of you's the mother? though both a son of a bitch
Apples don't fall far from the tree, and y'all aren't near cliffs
Hear this, rears kissed the only way once could get peeps
Doing so much Brown-nosing, you could teach pups how to meet
Look, your not street, 'bout as tough as some fleece
Becuz your a geek, truth is, your whole family wants you deceased
Once, I'm a beast judging your leash
You couldn't come-Pete as the nickname for Peter
So if you claim your off the chains, its youth-in-eyes of its leader
Killing you, dog, since your a fraud, looking up to me getting you flogged
Your punishment was library's, my punishment was living off broads
Kicked out the house, had to fuck bitches good, & got the clout
Yo girl told you her parents were home, really, I was there, not the couch
In her room, in her womb, had her trying to fix me food
Never treat her good, I made her feel good... My dicks a ruse
You bought her gifts & fake jewels... Little fool
Stealing from yo mamas purse tryna please that bitch when at school... Just a tool
Wtf is a restructor? < my phone underlined it red
Ur punches don't rhyme w ur front lines, no wonder y it's dead
Ur probably 12 or 13, can't even spell ur name right
I don't know what ur aim is but u should probably change sites
Everythings a miss for u, if anything I'm pissed for u...
Cause of all the pussys I've ripped none have became tight
I'm teachin lessons like a preachin reverend
When lead leave u lookin like a piece of holy shit, u might be reachin heaven
Not N Nice? What does EVERYBODY here smoke rocks AND ice?
God & Christ, not havin life skills is like ur lot in life
Me I smoke pot & write, so me n yall are not alike
I like pussy, but this pussys gay and not a dyke
I'd say I popped his cherry rappin but that happened ridin bikes
A ninja when I pick-et signs, ur useful as a silent strike
FUCK I'm THE BADDEST, you need BUCKets of PRACTICE, you're not UP to my STATUS. I'm MERCIFUL subMERGE you FULLy in deepest WATER, your URGENCY to breathe, an EMERGENCY like my need to SLAUGHTER. I WOULD NOT HESITATE to make you LEVITATE, we COULD BOX to DEATH Then I will PUT SHOTS in your WOOD BOX locked with GOOD LOCKS
Save your BREATHE If you have any LEFT
LMAO at both of you having to edit, god damn
The edits should've left an empty post instead of all trash
Aussie Rep, huh? Bet aussie means bad
Then we have James L playing spiritual
Without a soul, it's pitiful
I'll pound you both to minimal body mass, all too fast
Not's that bad! y'all are not that bad, tryna flash
I got y'all bagged in the ones that zipped
Bars shine bright while blunts aren't even lit
You a spoof, and aussie, Uluru looks like a pile of shit
False aspects of how violent you get, like its a strength
Why don't you quit? How come your Rep don't supply you with sense
Really wack when you rap, and "little James'll" get kidnapped
So, you won't be getting pussy, but Jimmy is getting snatched
No std but your getting claps, till the pistols jam
Can't make the cut, so if you took a stab at it, your the one slashed
Aussie's sure a dumb ass... Once a while's still a mule
So it's funny how both you dead fucks keep coming up with bull
Not N Nice is just a slab of meat, dude'll be brutally beaten
tenderized with one punchline, he'll get blasted off of this planet rock,
call him the Astro-Not, one of Jupiter's moons will receive him
You'll be strapped with glocks and pistols to cock back and pop
the day that your ass can hawk lyrical loogies and have groupies to feed 'em(give them feedback);
the day that your asshole drops forbidden-fruit seeds from Eden, dropping that shitty knowledge that you be repeatin';
or the day that Castro stops his Cuban allegiance and has his casket stocked with American souvenirs even.
Who in here heeds the threats repeatedly spewed from this juvenile cretin?
You shouldn't believe him, he's not a vet but he's food that needs seasoning
who does he think he is, the keyboard king? he's a newcomer peeing his jeans in the ring
Meanwhile my lines are tighter than Lucifer's demon wings
You're throwing botched up attacks, I'm topnotch and you're wack,
I'll make you leave this rap game and constantly look back like your constantly watching your back,
like the Sasquatch-from-the-Patterson Gimlin film...I gotcha all wracked
your dome piece will make a nice tchotchke for Pav's hopscotch in fact,
you're an onion head nigga, you don't listen when I tell you your rhyming is horrible
switch ya shit up, all them lines been used up since time immemorial, fo' real
deal or no deal? You'll tear a wrist the second you punch this, so no deal
my jovial lines parallel smack your eyes, my warfare microbial
I give the mic polio...my pen is illin', your head is fillin' with thoughts of Once, "again he will win"
Not's a dunce...about 20 trillion braincells away from being semi brilliant, and there's only about 100 billion
I can sense his envy feelin', they made son with built-in resentment toward men & women
you ain't fuckin' evil kid...like he pretendin' to be pedophilic towards devil children
I swear there's always a laxative pill in his rectum chillin'
cuz he be dropping shit at a constant rate,
Not needs to concentrate upon some great bars to make
or at least self-constipate.
OnceaWhile will be found under ceramic tiles, after I'm done my shopping in the Hardware aisle
A cold case file is the requirement, for those who sound defiant with entitlement
end up with a missing wifeand found on sale on Ebay, is where all your home items went.
Invade your space, then drop a penny in your couch to leave my scent,
the peek of your assent will quickly turn to a diving event, descending 100 km/hour on to cement,
with the intent to indent and shatter your frame,
like an ex-girlfriend that's been estranged, looking at pictures of her ex-boyfriend all day.
dude is bald, gay, and has a sex toy he calls "bae",
he has ghostwriters he exploits for small pay,
he thinks his text's poison, what do y'all say?
if I catch him in my hallway I'll spray his doll-face
with a small mace can, place hands on his waistband
pull him by the dang pants towards me till he faceplant,
then I'll stomp where his skull lay...another one falls prey
He meditates, hopes that my statements are false, prays all day
while I penetrate his mom so that my balls they pulsate, screaming, "Andalé, andalé!"
his mother wakes up at the crack of Don, at which point i smack up Don
for the shitty display of lyricism that the asshole spawns...
Yo, he's the type to declare out loud the whereabouts of his secret lair,
the type to fail hard battling even if he came pre-prepared,
the type to fart out gales from his ass and then deeply breathe the air
son cease ya prayers, what I conceive is rare
what I can see through these layers of Ayurvedic care
is a kid whose not sick, I'll stop his thoughts quick
knock unconscious this Don bitch with lyrical drop kicks
We're at a loss with this dude on the RB roster
he's sleeping on me too, somebody grab the sharpie marker
mark lines on him from head to toe, make him look partly Rasta
he's the type to bring pocket monsters to a party and recite copypasta
^ that was not bad
I thought I was the only one left who even tried w/ text
Now u just need concepts this site hasn't sited yet
Everything on rb is played, what you typin next?
You'll pay agreein to stay in their box, might as well write a check
Those 2 bars probably flew over these heads heads
But I'll put it to bed, leave em dead in said bed
Niggas better dread the predator, gettin better'er
Rb veterans, back & forth over the net like Federer
But call me Roddick, I hit it once n I got it
Ya bitch gave me that nickname cause its curtains when i drop it
Stop it, bitch u suck, ya style strait trash, dirty
If these dicks bump onceawhile, they have herpes
You're Once a while, but always in a woe
ALL your bars non-original
All you are's fond of getting smoked
Just a joke
You post... Nothing to quote
I haven't made ONE threat
I tell ya whats gon happen to ya
For fake shit you text
Claim your the best by way of your mess
Knowing in back of your head that I'm lethal
But since it's the web, you flex
Your Jedi mind tricks are so fucking weak
Your not 50 Cent, Jay, or Nas, you're just a geek
Oh? you have a collegiate vocabulary? But sweet
There's nothing deep
You either suck dick in person
Or log on, read my verse & suck your teeth
From defeat...
... And James L plain failed
I'll leave ya eyes black; box with me?
You won't propel
Think your bars are choppers? They're blunt as hell
Not's? Though as nails
You'll need to rock-band aids, & act tame around me as well
Both of you's not a grocers fruit, but a homo-group
Cuz y'all crews in the same lane, with y'alls backs broken, duped
Guess that's a handicapped vehicle,
For sake of metaphors
Basically stating y'alls sissys
Y'all MOW lawns, y'all aren't M.en O.f W.ar
You haven't made a threat?
Get out of this cypher, you must be an old-timer with Alzheimer's,
I should pound you until you shit in your adult diaperQuote:
I'll pound you both to minimal body mass, all too fast
Not's getting clowned with the text
Not's getting down, eleven rounds from the tecs,
shots getting found in his neck
all because he lives in the ghetto and won't pay his rent,
on some fake Tenacious D shit, except all the excuses this lame invents
have straight up pent his landlord's anger; hence why he spent this fag, Not came N went,
that's how Nice name was meant...At present he's laid on cement, exhibit A, the main event
you ain't a threat kid, you're like a bomb made defective
you'll never blow up plus you might just be played to death, bitch you made a death wish
when you tested my excellence, its a vain objective,
I'll show you tough love like you banged a sexist
get roughed up then drugged up with lyrical fang injections,
God laughs at your design, and yeah I am a nerd - with rhymes -
you're radius with rhymes, I'm diameter with lines,
I completely make the cut in the winner's circle, you're stuck half the way behind
These concepts? I'm the first to mention(1st dimension), then I'm animating mine (2D)
as vivid as Swami Vivekananda visions when he contacts the Great Divine
your amateurish mind can't equate to mine, my fans created shrines because my raps were made to shine
Your only just ill enough to make the cancer rate decline, I don't care with this bastard may opine
all he does is masturbate and whine, masquerading as some rap-master Shady signed
time to pull off that shabby "fake" disguise...your caskets waiting Nice.
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Originally Posted by Not N Nice
Shit your barz weak! So one punch from me, this lame will fall...
Cuz your fuckin name Not Nice, .....truly explains it all!!
There's once, again
With pseudo-intellectual bullshit, once again
How could I "pound" you without seeing you?
These are called punches, kid
As much as you disregard em, they offend
Makes you acquire on mentioning fans
That you never did or will ever have
Guess you were mad
Now...
Pavonia? Game over, your a lame loner
Pics of Justin Bieber & Rick Ross's chains?
Your just a poser
Do you represent a culture?
Do you represent yourself?
If you answer yes to either one
Your profile says some'n else
Just not measuring up
& once a while guessed & flunked
Figure I'm ghetto due to dialect?
Suckas stay testing nuts
Funny, the background I'm from is
The foreground your at
What you know about fixing your homes roof
Not worried about debt?
Not calling a building manager
Not funded by parents
Your soft ass'll prob'ly be scared of heights
Calling repairmen
You gotta man up at some time
Somehow, I feel you can't bear it
Feeling the vibes of your persona
Thru wack ass bars that your sharing