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Literally, I think am about to kill all of you
I don't even have to have to perform a mic check one two
I know I rhyme better than dude
Shit fuck it call me Dr Seuss
I'll hit you with different lines
Cocaine Heroin or Molly my dope costs too much for you
How is he original? Whack emcees like him? I can't stand 'em
Its been awhile since I seen sik wit it on the boards - grabbing rebounds on the AND 1
How is he even sik wit it? Like bruh, what is he even sik wit?
I carry the sik wits - and these bitches still telling stories - like Slick Rick
I came to hand you a cease and desist letter,
you acting hard but u softer than silk lined pillows full of peacock feathers,
you softer than double d sized tits in cashmere sweaters,
You say that your "dope", nah never, hopefully it's just another way to say your not clever
The only time you ever got close to dope is when your standing beside a line of coke..
This maple leaf mother fucker, barking up the wrong tree,
empty pages in his avatar, cus' literally Pete can't read.
Toronto-hoe... newbie too, I knew it...
I though you were a cashmere queer,
Cus with English you're a 1000 miles from fluent.
These guys are so corny,
They future is so boring,
Dude wake up, put make up on his face and go out hoeing
I'm so fly you might catch me in the sky just like a Boeing
These dudes got me sleep they lyrics like bed time stories they keep me snoring
This weak little bitch... kid I'm just sik_of_it,
Dime a dozen rhymes,
is everyone from Memphis' illiterate?
Your foundation is artificial intelligence consider'n ya sig
Your an "ex" something, meaning old as fuck, in here picking on kids
Your word choose is miniscule at best, you don't need an expo, et a definition of your set of ?skills
Slept on mess like a bum when he rest
They told me diss the bitch above me,
but I over stand every one of ya'll/
I fuck with some dumb shit,
but you won't catch me on any bum shit, or playin with dolls./
Only postin pics of chucky cus he so fuckin ugly/
This fool don't wanna chuck these,
but he throw up a front with ease/
Sig claimin but its plain and blatant,
he could try for quantity but don't try and tell me,
That your any motherfuckin thing close to quality/
I mean 650 posts deep and his record is just Not Nice, N(and),
now i dropped this hot shit B,
so watch this impostor try and copy me/
You been here 2 years, just stop,
do not attempt at jocking me/
get anywhere near my blind side,
I might just be inclined to slide this loaded 9. from left to right,
across your eyes, Like it can read your mind/
and if i hear you fuckin cry,
that'll be about the time you die/
cus nigga i get high,
paranoid and I aint tryin have to hide/
Lord knows that runnin shit I deny,
and i was never one for seeing eye to eye
but this round of mine'll come alive and get shit live inside your mind/
Then Ima tap your pockets and fill up mine/
Bitch you're just a diva, why even lie?
Remember Who, what, How and Why you died./
That's Grimm Thatch, From the Color Red, count my bread and greatness thrice/
You had to edit that though it was only straight up spitting?
Wait a minute
You had to edit that, but you're a beast with pistols? Not just defensive
You the "I DON'T KNOW YOU, BUT I'LL SHOOT YOU" type
Catch me slick-dissing, I MEANT IT
Your written speech is impressively weak, I got no respect for this geek,
If I ever see you in the streets, I'm throwing dog shit in your mouth when you speak,
It would be all in your teeth, you would have to reach for a reach, that's an oral b reference,
Then I'm a send your family and friends the photo evidence, causing you humiliation that never ends...
But in real life I wouldn't give a shit, I get more ratchet then Rick James in a Dave Chappelle skit...
You're pitiful Pete,
Can't match this,
You're minimal see,
Literally weak,
Since infancy,
We were different B,
Both skillfully and visibly,
You timid and miserable,
Me brilliant and riddled with capability,
Your wackness is killin me,
You lack ability,
Guilty of a feeble flow you show no dignity,
Its sickening,
I spit such vivid imagery,
Poetic pictures visible through symphony,
viciously with much efficiency,
I deliberately rip mcs explicitly,
vigorously rippin anything within my vicinity,
persistent with fluidity,
the epitome of resilient proficiency,
Are you even listening?
Do you get it?
Are you gettin sick of me?
I've no respect for your timid fragility,
These the basics G,
Ain't no way your facin me,
Fate can't be beat,
Just accept this as defeat,
put the pencil down,
throw it in the towel,
cus right about now,
I show this entire crowd,
How the fuck to get down,
when its gets around 6,
In the AM,
and the shit i've been sayin,
Got Pete literally prayin,
For a chance to be amazing,
But face it you ain't stating,
The shit I spit on the daily,
So you can hate me,
Just remember that you ain't me,
you will never be close,
all you do for the culture,
is make a good butt for the jokes,
you're a joke,
that just got smoked,
Showed up and exposed,
by the dopeless hopefiend,
best believe you shouldn't fuck with me,
My sorta verbal warfare you can't compare,
So let me stop you there.
Noob novel stacked, reviled, with a mild effect
A version of rap with neglected child dialect
look, faggot, when a bitches tell me to call'em, i know i'm bustin that day
when bitches tell you "column..."
its usually followed by "get the fuck 'out my face!"
Sammy... What you wrote's not all that, your post should got scrapped
Pete... Better book, literally... Fact's you're whole not all that
See, there's weaklings who overcompensate for a pat on the back
That'll be Thatch... To rock like you Been Grimm, your post was ALL that?? Though not all that
i'll put a knot in nice. bitch switch your alias please.
ayo deadass, name sounding like a fuckin rape victim's plea
bitch nigga please. stop repeating phrase. hope u get a lawyer, b.
verse had so many "All that" SNICK about to sue ur bum ass for royalty
sammy, you're on some sam I am, doctor seuss shit
i'm about to talk some rude shit, drown a novice in a drop of huge spit
i red both of your stagnant flows, now watch the two split,
i gotta admit thats a nice pic and it's obvious to me
you masturbate to White chicks and im talkin the movie
your freestyle is not like mine, can't tell if you're hawkin a loogy
or droppin a dookie bout to fling it, son thats all that your doin
we're not likeminds, cuz my kind evolved into humans
when you rap its high time you got locked into juvie, get some bars for this noobie
cops always watchin you, you be gettin caught up for wack rap abuse, its a crime you know
writing in small cards, sellin ghetto hallmark type of poems
i could sue your bum ass and win your walmart microphone
but why would i try to own his trident though?
he's kinda slow, he thinks he's Poseidon when he rides a flow
he probably wears two blinkers on each side of him when he's forced outside his home
uhhh stick to freestyle cypher, old man, ur punchline's trash
by the way the 90's called...and they want their punchlines back
u bum ass! when my diss connect, it rips ur fuckin spine from shoulders
ur disconnect....involves landline and dialed up modem.
i in spec prose wit wit an(d) dowes close
every time i wrap it's like yall hand dee cap
my hand in this is not to fuck wit
you spit spit but you luck has run out
when the sun's down, sin'd roam. aint that right, el'gant?
u got the spit down.....now let me hand you your helmet
You're an ugly bitch
with fake pics
but that's the reality of fat sluts ain't it
Only catch you at the bakers
Orderin your favourite
Whipped cream smothered with hatred
For beauty and greatness
That last rhyme came out your anus
that was highschool poetry trash and you wont even pass
the teacher catch your ass mixing potions in class
in book club you bring a thesaurus
in open mic you host your favorite rap song and start singing the chorus
he's in the music store shelfing misplaced items, revising the idols
always trying to sneak his mixtape in front of the nicer titles
every bar you post is trash & yuh record says you deadQuote:
Originally Posted by Onceawhile
wont even see Once n a BlueMoon, But I'll lodge a broken beer bottle into yuh head
quick to load the choppa, Pull it under your chin till you fallin
There'll be nothing Left of One to see, like numbers in yuh win column
my record is a battlefield, my post language is "soldier down"Quote:
Originally Posted by Bomb Bard
only way you gon' hold your ground
's if i put a supermagnet on the floor let your silver medals pull ya down
his last words, you'd swear a hindu said it..."holy cow" is the only sound.
what u accomplished? u became my hostage
u didnt come to diss, you came to pay homage
your name aint even somethin i gotta acknowledge
Women say it's a definite no, you're not a Romeo
your life is a tale of woe, you're a freak show
acne covered from head to toe, As ragged as a scarecrow
You've hit a new low, oh! And you have let yourself go
You are a bum begging for crumbs when you speak with your tongue
You're as dumb as they come and all of your chances are slim to none
Boi, look at your head.
That ugly thing looks like a loaf of bread.
Don't get me started with that cheap ass sofa bed.
Everytime I hear your voice it's louder than the explosion of an atomic warhead.
So just shut the hell up and bring yo ass back to yo Mommy's bed.
There's a monster under your bed.
Oh wait, that's my sick bars coming to kill yo when you asleep.
Your so fat, when I saw you trippin' I thought you we're a sheep.
Lighter darkness Your run is over it is coming to its end
it's a tad dry, your life's a lie like your imaginary friend
You were trying to lick the cat, now the cats got your tounge
You're not welcome, I'll give a cold shoulder to this lazy bum
Your girl told me you moved her to the bad part of town
so I took care of her then watched her let her hair down
If I was a gangster I'd do it myself
And not hide behind wealth
And if I knocked I do it
Cause I might have to risk 3 more that knew it
If I was a gangster I'd be ok with $100 a week
Cause time ain't shit for all that you speak
If I was a gangster I'd watch dirty police
Cause we all above the law just a matter of lease
If I was a gangster... but I'm not
So how the fuck I got hit with 3 shots?
You're dazed and confused like you have smoked some ganja
Be afraid Because I will bring You a whole lot of drama
Your bitch has you living strict you run around doing her errands
Now your bitch is mine it's time to move back in with your parents
I paint like a professional we watch and see you scribble
The honest truth is I laughed so much I peed a little
His gay as fuck Instead of reading a comicbook at late
He got raped He still thinks his child hood was great
Your story will be full of heart aches and tragedy
Ill open your chest like smart gates I'll practically
Rip your flesh like animals we're part apes we savagely
Take what's ours and we tear a part fakes rapidly
Damn right his scared to death dumb fuck should have spared his breathe
His on his way to heaven real quick hope his prepared for steps
I'm the bully you're the victim with my hit men
We make sure you're six feet deep inside of a pig pen
wat is dat spinning in your hand? a fidget spinner
i put you on a merry-go-round. call it a midget spinner
Getting rid of Sans data I'm crashing your hard drive
Picking your name to pieces till you trip'n'do a hard dive
Yo, your name is barely scripted to the archive
Victimizer? sounds like a part time villain in Star Wars five who'll crash his whole ship into the dark side
his location says tomorrow land
cuz he's in a basement trapped underneath a sea of maruchan
Yo Onceawhile i like to bust a nut,
Your trailer home i will light it up, molotov cocktail in your momma's coffee cup, packed and timed the explosives for 12 o clock in your little brother's lunch, your whole family is a silly bunch, i aint afraid of your haymaker you throw a sissy punch,
Hit your kidney once and you ll throw up brunch and your lunch
You ain't no thug, You like to light
fireplaces and sit on rugs while wearing uggs...ughhh
Still don't know how you pronounce ya name: "don's hotta"
Your avatar is Saitama? i should One Punch your ass to afrika bambaata
so far back in time, you were never born as your moms daughter
then me and your mom put you back in the family, call me the Godfather
she and I are on the rug, she gives me that baaaad look
i keep the fireplace warm with scripts from your rap book
one day you'll be comin home late from school, visibly ass-shook
i be havin to ask how long your history class took
you start talkin explosive your mouth will be washed with a soap rinse, put you under the faucet with no mints
you start talkin with no sense, i'll know cuz I'll be watchin for those hints
and we'll be talkin till you not gonna throw fits
youre no thug! your mom still check your pockets for clothes lint
Fictional rhymes galore, fag i know ur story wellQuote:
Originally Posted by Onceawhile
Once upon a time u werent a faggot that only told fairy tales
listen you low level pusher
no one wants to hear about how you bank off coke, or how you own pressure cookers
you're scum, you're a body no one will ever look for
people wanna see me destroy u or break bread
and from ur rap its obvious u here to suck dick, i came to take heads
i dont discriminate none of you of testers on my dinner plate
thats truth, your own medicine is somethin u finna taste
before my hand and yours can interlace
plus im in a haste, any time i spend on [any of you] has been a waste
Once a while needs to reinforce his pillow forts
Because I drop bombs like terrorists in airports
Foolishly his playing with hellish fire
Burns quickly only ruins are left of his empire
Lethal scissors decapitate Instead of peaceful blizzards
Forecast says collect his life insurance like evil sisters
DamOhOhOh will be the sound you make, after i smash your face with china plates,
Your lawyer will tell you, "we have a case", I'm an expert in causing pain in all kinds of ways,
I seen your girl and i want to rip your tongue right out your face, just to say "cuz you ain't got no taste",
Like a good realtor I'll put you right in your place, have you leaning on crutches and permanently sitting sideways,
Slashing the tires of the handicap van parked in your driveway,
I'm enraged at the lines from your rhyme page, if this was a video game you couldn't qualify to be the boss in the first stage.
before i start composing up a cruel crushing storm
where will i be disposing his body when its torn
I perform better than an honorary troop deployed
If basketballs his game ill leave every hoop destroyed
He brings embarrasment with everything he says
Ill leave his forhead with a dent like im julio chavez
then again and again effortlessly with finesse
Until his suffering brain damage and his life is just a mess
You can tell this kid studies the rhyming dictionary
every line lacks substance, and his diction's scary..
U get on Youtube.. watch URL n Summer Madness
tryn build up a Arsonal, n realized he never had it
Tragic! I know the kid type lines with a lot of hope
like somebody gone read his lines, like "that's dope"
Nope! We skim thru that wack shit. Eyeballs bleed..
Know u aint goin nowhere w.it cuz blind can't lead
N u cant even see u bout to be a late-great, none!
cuz to become a legend.. u gone have to die like 1..
Die like one? I dunno about that, but you forsure have to rhyme like one
Your mind must be demented if you think that YOU'RE Authentic.
Man that cadence is horrendous, I'm offended to have read it!
And shit, you seem to spit with enthusiasm and that's tight and all
But for real, you'll lose this battle; body bruised, bashed, in need of tylenol !
And me? I'm not the type to fall
Take a hunnid shotgun shots to my knees and I'll still only timber once China falls
But you? Can get on your knees, say please, and use my D as the m-i-c
And I know you know your rhymes are not complex, but that brain best be M.I.T.