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wanna talk about facts, dumb ass, this nigga is black
and me whack? yeah, like mob niggas and finish this cat
, i been here 2 months-longerQuote:
U got more posts than I do
If intoxication could rap i'm prolly 2 blunts-stronger
i'm higher than you on any scale of talent or skill
the new era to rap, clap and bullets balance ya bill
and for my record that's me trying something out of the box
i forgot u stay in the closet with the faggots and cocks
Ur rhyming is weak.. verses with poor quality
^ the reason FL is dead..cuz u bring whack lines dead on delivery
Ur the opposite of me..sucking n riding dicks
I'll throw u in a world of chaos, tear of ya face..like ur bitch sig
Dunno why I'm dissing u..i'm wasting precious time
But u do got better at this..it's like u study my rhymes
Ur a fag hiding behind a face of a cat
It's like hiding ur sexuality makes u feel like ur better at rap
you rappers want me to briskly leave-enough of the trickery
i know you faggots'd be missin me...
dudes a bos(s)? he's got no re-spect
he's never gettin his glasses back
didn't get it? it's got no effect
too clever kickin this acid rap
rhymed my first words..
..............i just had to rap
too bad my daddy aint know how to wrap
now im a savage back to ravage cats
without the knowledge of a snapple cap
that means you....
....if you didnt get it that means you
my avatar's a toad; not like i eat flies
more like i eat guys that rap tryna be wise
im makin a b-line so i hope youre allergic
to bullshit
but if you were you'd probly be squirmin
and drool shit..
you say you eats guys? what the fuck is this a gay cypher
all i see on this page are all little babies and bitch whiners
your avatars a toad? well your a toad and you have a chode
im entering beast mode and I'm about to lock and load
unlimited ammunition on your face I'm straight shittin
ahead in this race so I'm winning ima about to explode
so back to my question are you gay or straight oh wait it already showed..
give up and put your pen down your spittin against men now,
your fuckin name is toby who sounds like a little baby bitch now.
work on your fuckin rhyme scheme i mean actualy make it rhyme,
iv seen blind teens that put down nicer lines.
the reason your no skill havin ass kept askin that if he's a fag,
cuz you wanted to lock ur cock in and load his ass with every last explosion from your nut bag.
and its easy to win a race when your the only tard runnin in place,
with no one in chance sounds like your a mental case with shit on your face.
The tables are about to turn, you wannabe little dick-suck
Cause after I'm finished with you, you'll be the one getting fuctup
Your game? Get back in it, cause you look like you've been suckin' cocks
Spitting whacker shit than an amatuer with Writer's Block
Appreciate my presence, cause I'm sure I'm like a protege
But the fact that you spend so much time looking up at me's kinda gay
You call yourself a pimp cause you been scoring all the fat dimes
Telling everyone you been focusing on bitches, and that makes you spit whack rhymes
Where's the Bass? Oh he's gone, the fucking disgrace
Don't let me get the knife, or you'll ask "where's his face?"
I spit satirical, lyrical, atom bombs
That slip into your mind and upload like CD-ROMS
Why're you focusing on fuctup's "sex life"
When the your right hand's the closest you'll ever have to a wife
However you cheat with your left, to build a sense of danger
Fuckin' with me's a bad idea, like enterng the van of a stranger
There's no candy here, only PUNCH
So take a sip, and eat a dick, I know it's your favorite lunch.
I'm sure you're punchlines would be great, hun
If you were smart enough to create em
I have a right to make fun
Cause you trynna act scary, like a stick-up witta fake gun
You seem to know alot about me, guess you did some stalkin'
I can tell you comin' onto me, by the way your gay ass is walkin'
It's gay enough when you say you tough, like you're way on up their like Rakim
But the way you talkin' about me jackin' off's just shockin'
U ain't build to compete with me..i'm higher class
U're trying to keep up and that's why You Love Ass
Bad meets Evil...u lame cat ain't the devil
Everytime u join a RB site, ppl put u on the lowest level
And that's an accomplishment for someone so whack
Cuz nobody thinks u're hot n talented..that's a fact
ya style is crack.. with a shit stain down the middle, pepe Le Pew
you want a good line then lay down on one, while i drive over you
damn waste of space, ya parents should have put ya in a pillow case
swung the louie so hard at ya face, ya ankle bone get lodged in ya brace
This kid's style is awful, watch me as I pick him apart
His rhymes sound older and more played than fuckin Mario Kart
Doubt you a real sociopath, you just a weak lookin fag
Time you feel unholiest wrath unleashed, leave you leakin, shook in a bag
He's just gonna sit and Piss Till Pete finds out how bad he got burned
And how the he can't even compete, I leave him lonely and spurned
So lackin in talent, dissin this kid can't even be fun
Far from gallant, when you hear your aka, it's cause shit be leavin my gun
Your mom says I'm hot and talented, the opposite of youQuote:
Originally Posted by Bos
Your white, ugly, and talentless, I guess it's all true
You spit the whackest lines I've seen in a while, not bein' sarcastic
You're so stiff and motionless, I'd think you made of plastic
Where's you're punchline kid? Did someone throw a Writer's Block at your head?
Kid, I'ma unleash led in your head and out that dead body in a shed
Oh! You know what time it is? Funtime!
I'ma challenge you kid, throw me a fuckin punchline
Okay, so wait a second, you wanna talk somethin awful well look at cha self.
Hell you playin shit burnin the mixed courage wit bitch midgets that spit words....
If you wanna get techinical this kid has infered, that he has guns that shoot akas.
So bassically you sit wit sick lames and spit names at peeps that rip lames.
well shit mange, I'll be the first to tell you my game is the sickest.
Can't play wit this cat, I may twist it to a different party of the galaxy.
Alter reality, fatality, wit laser cannons and gatling guns attached to a robotic giant called Mecha tropolis man.....
u ain't a threat to anybody here..ur a joke
my hot rhymes will lit u like cigarette up in smoke
u tryin to get big? how? we ain't seeing good stuff
before calling out heads..make sure u kno how to punch
if u become FL champ, then this site will go down
cus u need to have royal blood to get the crown
^which u obviously dont have n never will acquire
u're jus invitin lil kids to ya house like a MJ version of Quagmire
An MJ version of Quagmire?
Kid, your rhymes ain't that fine, I almost thought you entwined them with satire
We all know your ass is fat, that's why you need to sag higher
I line my punchlines with bunches of punches, and you're just a liar
Who pants are gonna cause a house fire
The way you sway your shit around when you walk is plain creepy
And your feminine hormones actin' up, maybe that's why Eyedea was sleepy
You haven't shaved in months, that's the only reason guys call you beasty
While I'm searchin' for the pink, like I climbin' in a peach tree