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Yeah, fuck you too...
Op moves like a gust of wind while ur just catching ur breathe
Ur pretending to be ill lacking the skills, so ur only acting ur best
U don't have the heart for any battle when its snatched from ya chest
Not even ur passion if left when I beat u so bad u'll be asking for death
As the biggest pussy the only Flow u k(no)w is ur menstrual cycle
When I come thru Carolina its with a knife in ya throat to end ur life slow
It's an optimist vs Optimus you ain't snatchin shit / If I even shook your hand I'd fuckin snap your wrist. /How you gonna rip A heart from an empty chest cavity? / ill roast you so bad ur keyboard packs its shit laughs and leaves
Never creep on a bear when he snores, fuckin' dummy u never practiced caution before?
The Omen Optimist whose only option is war, knock down ya door, let ya dead body drop to the floor
Leave ya lonely carcass on Myrtle Beach once it washes ashore
Then take ur girlfriend and turn her into my most popular whore
I'mma Jedi who turned to the Dark Side and pressured the Force
Never stoppin' for more until I disembowel u coward + rip the flesh from ur corpse
I don't practice for shit with skills I coast my way by / talkin bout "PRACTICE?PRACTICE?" Yea call me AI./ your artificial I'm wholey organic you should probably panic/ hit you so hard have you in convex orbit around 9 planets./my flow ruptures souls and rips holes in dimensions/ With syllables so hard your lame raps couldn't put a dent in /why you talkin murder? Bitch why you fibbin?/I can tell your lyin,yea your Cecil and bitch I'm your dentist.
floworno you garbage definitely not no musical artist
ill be raking in the dough like I was in the middle of a harvest
I don't beg your pardon you a bitch talking shit no one cares about
you be flapping them lips hoping that you can air me out
every punch land in your mouth just so I can spit you out
you asking for permission but decision is that you bitch all the way round
like are we there yet are we there yet bitch you aint even budging
you be fake as a muppet and even kerbit the frog got you in a bodybag frozen
im cold as ice flow you just a menace like dennis and I aint in venice
but ill rip your engine and even search parties find you irrelevant
You lack bars like a county during prohibition
This ain't a split decision I spit two bars shit is endin
I see your vocabularys not on par at all shit is stupid
I got you squintin so hard not to miss a movement
I'm not human I got you heated leakin coolant stupid
I'm the whole blueprint you just the first level homie
The way you bout to catch these shots just call u goalie
If you want a battle That'd be ill advised I'll kill triple
I drop like 2 ton nuclear missiles on this whack faggot
I'll drop triple quicker than a bad habit.
wow mate I hate to be the one to introduce you to rap economics
if you were any good youd have this in the bag like a bank deposit
but you aint profit with them shitty lines...here u need some toilet paper
and im sick with humor its just sloppy so i'll be like soiled cheese grater
and im a royal invader taking your town like veni vedi vice
yeah you did a good job dropping except your far from emporium and certainly versaci
mate your so weak theres nothing to floworno about you in the first place
i'd demolish you year by year snapping ya neck and wishing you happy birthday
im sick and increase my intuition when you mention that im a variation on ya text
you crazy holmes you best catch this bullet because you need an examination of ya head
crazy fool like diamonds in the sky cuz im sparkling and worth a hell of a lot
cuz you claim you vet but everyone reading this explains why everyone...tells us your not
God damn your raps are an eyesore
Ima shoot the guy who invited u to the cypher
your raps are suckin dick. How long u been up to this? You on some basic shit, no time to babysit
All them words how the fuck u ain't sayin shit?
Motherfucker talkin about rap economics
Bitch my Ebonics are atomic turn Christians Islamic
My logic will separate ur states tectonic plates
With out a trace triple could be dead missin
My reps thick so the Feds ignore my leads glistenin
Im done with you fool you lame as fuck
Now make like robin Williams and hang it up.
you a clown I bet you aint never touched a mic
like a woman whos never been in love she such a dyke
im spitting fire my flows are hot I never miss the target
you just mad cause half my shit I bought at a bargain
and im ill on the deck gonna split up my tracks
you be chilling in the back afraid of my quick jabs
and I aint dissing you or your girl homie
but this gonna be a celebration when you reach my ceremony
and it just gets harder and harder to compete with me
youll be spinning in circles the way you getting so dizzy
im ill on the mic and I know I said it like a thousand times
but im like jesus Christ giving the gift of sight to the blind
so come clean with ya verse we know ya filled with soil
I be a gas station way im pumping you up with oil
and call me royal-tee but I aint never sat on the throne
you could toss me around but never hand a homie bones
and stick and stones may break my bones but words never hurt me
you be the a plus student in class totally nerdy but never beat the jury
This kid's name is 2000 and like the year he's outdated.
But unlike his name he's never ever been dated.
I'll leave him castrated cause I spit lyrical razors.
This kid sounds like the type to go to a private school wearing a blazer.
But I'm not trying to be a hater cause that's motivation for you.
Feeding off that; I wanna be starvation for you.
Worn out lines; let me make a donation to you.
And did you just say you bought your shit?
This dude sounds like he's on Chapter 1 on the "How to Rap" Starter kit.
And dykes can be in love; shit is legal now.
I know you have a brain; but using it, you don't know how.
You rap like you're in the special Olympics.
Which by the rings you got; I can guess that you are a gymnast.
So delete your account; you can't spit with the rest.
Of all the basic bitches; I can bet he swallows the best.
And I just "two girls one cup"-ed this nigga; I'll throw in the towel just so you can wipe the shit off your chest.
man that flow was nasty for real bro
I could wipe the shit off ya face with my big toe
im ill with raps this cat don't know how to rap big league
everything you writing aint substantial im about to tear out the meat
you got organs well none of them be essential
if you were a referee not one person would call you official
keep writing though im really intrigued by your concepts
ill dig out the roots like a possum still not find any knowledge
im sparking this engine as if I was in a f zero Ferrari
you be the fifth wheel and it still aint wishing you no happy birthday at ya party
go smoke ya self stupid you got no skills that I can find in ya verse
and you could go to a prep school er wateva still aint have nothing to learn
rhyming with me absurd im a vet on this site and in real life
last nigga you were chilling with was a complete dyke
you aint jump on the mic don't call this session dope or ill
fuck it this cat cant rhyme and definitely cant handle a topical
Man, that first line. Well, I don't know if that means you have a weird foot fetish or that's your way of saying you stepped in deep ish.
I'm serving this revenge on an ice cold dish.
And bro, I know you wanna tear out the meat, you're a fag like that.
You're spitting this garbage; nigga you get bagged like that.
And you're right about the prep school, cause I learned it all.
2000; the only nigga who brings compliments to a brawl.
And it's funny; this nigga calling himself a vet.
But he is the one that getting put down like a sick pet.
Oh and 2000 I have a question, if you have the time.
Why is it that a lot of your lyrics don't even rhyme?
I mean you hitting with those insults.
But the whole rap concept; you show no results.
You talking about tearing my organs apart.
But yet, I'm the only one of us that has heart.
If you were smart; I would use some insults that I can't deny.
I know when you wrote that verse you probably thought you were too fly.
Your name fits you; cause 2000 was the year everyone thought planes would fall outta the sky.
And hmm let see.
How can I say this respectfully?
Someone put a chastity belt on this nigga cause he can't fuck with me.
right am I supposed to feel grazed by that verse
cuz I aint cattle and every line we can tell u rehearsed
probably edited the whole thing before u posted
you think u nice but really Im not bothered by ya comments
cuz your right I know im ill and I can write ya under the table
I might pull off some dope lines you just be Achilles dying by ankle
and you flipped all your lines from the verse I wrote
your lines bother the readers mostly because they were all quotes
im not gonna brawl funny cause you still learning to crawl
ill break ya jaw and have you jumping up and down like a see-saw
go on quote more of my lines and say how weak my rhymes are
when you didn't write one original line and u claim we're going to war
fuck off bitch I know you soft and enjoy beef in the middle
but next time you approach a foe make sure its someone u can handle
I think you need to take a look at the score
You may have been the shit back in the day, way before
But now you're thirty, ain't had a good hit since Tiger Woods hit a birdie
Yeah, you heard me, I show up to this bitch early
Knock you out sucker, make your vision blurry
This ain't child's play, but with the look of your words, this ain't your forte
Move out my fuckin' way, I'm about to slay 2triple0
It's hunting season, I'll gut them for no reason
Looking for Fox while I'm running with my legion
Declare war, cyber-ops//
You're an internet nerd, you've never fired shots//
Searching 'gay sex while camping' online...
............is the only time you've opened Fire, Fox//
Zulu, I'm blown away by ya pic, showing us that you're such a monstuh!//
Using childish animations to compensate for your lack of physical presence... what a Shaka!//
@Trill Cosby will get shot, b. leave em leakin on the concrete
most battlers take you as a walkin the park, now they can trip all over your body
KNOW P B LOW KEY CHILLIN WIT STOGIES AND SHIT
HE'LL SNIFF A PUPPY'S ASS, CALL IT A BOGIE AND SHIT
rhyming the same words aint creative im here to make a statement
draw the color from this guy and make his constipated face shift
-why you yelling bro? you'll put a tear in the speakers-
i cant see you winning - im not hearing you either
he's on his hellen keller shit im here to be teacher
but believe you'll pay for the classes
leave you butthurt like a catholic and let you walk into traffic
You suck
That's not a punchline. That's real facts.
you mad chocolate? "OG" thinking that he's bad chocolate?
stop it.
chill.
I wanna diss you but I love chocolate milk
can't do it...
Your momma loves Chocolate Milk too. Respect.
My mom does love it that's easy to say
where you think I got the last half of my name?
How much of a pussy ass complex does this fucking boy have?//
Nobody calls you white nigger besides your drunk, unemployed dad//
It's cuz your failure as a man why he's always in the bedroom slapping mom//
And the only reason he calls you White Nigger...
............................... is because your physically weak and never have a job//
lol good rhyme scheme...
trill cosby - he tried to drug me
i'm tougher than rugby - I left him comatose
rolled him over n busted a nut that made him overdose
close to ghost I hope he dies
gets high but he wont be fly
hostage i be roping mine
and torturing - you wont be fine
Your face flushed in the shitter, gut em like Swishers, cut em like scissors
Everybody know White trash so he has no problem with us fucking his sister
Got her hand stuck in my zipper, telling me over n over I'm hung like a nigger
Drunk off that liquor humping it in her til its up in her liver flooding like rivers...
...So next time she say she feeling swell it's cuz I left her cunt covered w blisters
WAIT HOLD THE ENTIRE FUCK UP JEFFERSON DAVIS
lmaoooo.
lmao @Trill Cosby turned into a racist quick.
lol gone
While this dude rhyming happy and crappy, mine are confidential /
Its sad to see a dude acting so sappy, he has no potential /
Punches got him in the gut like a set of blue balls //
Directly linked to my phone ringing every time his girl calls /
im patriotic when im whoopin ass n leavin u a big mess
so when u takin hits from an american spirit wont be a cigarette
your lines are weak u wanna continue but please no.
don't come messing with me while im entering in beastmode.
your not whoopin anything he produced two lines in days.
ima be whopin ass straight of the bat like im willie mays
putting clubs in your face, think twice before disturbing me.
you're so gay you have people aiming for uranus like your mercury.
i wanna help you and make you smarter but fuck it.
this guy is so retarded he's posting in the wrong topic.
he's sexual frustrated cause like his carreer he never made it.
he can't even produce kids now you know what the reason for his name is.
Down me another bear...
Dude I got zero fear flowin in my veins
Mess wit me or my crew and this glock will blow yo brains
Put you down like car keys on the table
Playin like you good will get you put through a table
it wasnt me it was the weed that did it
It was yo wife and yo sister that last let me hit it
check this kid he thinks he's punching grizzly...Quote:
Originally Posted by The Roaster
if you cant even spell... how do you expect to lyrically hit me?
Iight Ima go again
And Id hit you up like Ken from street fighter
Complaining that your jaw is tight well nigga I'ma make it tighter
I'm in your house like digital cable
I'm able, beat you down spitting rounds leave you spinning like a dradle
Roast don't play, he roast niggas like chicken or casserole
I got that master flow I'd send you to the place wherever the bastards go
I'm high like a street light my rights will blind you like quiet nights or frights like the looks on peoples faces after my ghetto hood fights
I'm climbing higher like I'm invading a house like Santa Clause
I have no flaws I drop jaws when I drop these balls why knock you down when I can drop your pounds with these double edged claws.
Goin against me is going against the devil
Mess up yo face like a mutated bitch if you get close to my level
damn it's been a while......
dude no-one listens to you, even when you toast
I think u said it best, chicken is the only thing u roast
i'll flame u bro, the burn hurts but it just gets worse
u'll be jumping in the water.... just to hide from ur trash verse
my words are slick and I know my punches land heavy
u couldnt dodge my jab even if i was blind and u were ready
ur too slow roast, im a grammar nazi on a lyrical jihad
but with structure like yours.... you just come off like a retard
im mike tyson with the flow, my dodge and weave will stun G
but u'll just run and hide like pacquiao vs money
your multi's suck and barely any of your punches hit
i would say go again, but i just hope u already quit..
Listen here, Dorian Gray
Your whole rap was boring and gay
You should've put it off like Fury V Haye
Speaking of which, I'm not new to this
I'm the lyrical pugilist with rhymes that I use as fists
The mic is like a drunken girl and I'm abusing this
You're losing gift, I'm joking... You were never nice
I'm so bad I will have your head severed twice
Have you killed for free, .14, that's what I call a clever price.
yo if that's you conspiring, you're firing blanks from ya gun
should thank god for small mercy's...
....knowing you wont sire a son and pass on your 'dumb'
Guns are what you're spitting but like me you're from Britain
Your punches aren't hitting and you're no cat, you're a kitten
Your lunch is my mission, I stay fat and you're submitting
I'm crunching your shit and your whack, stop your writtens