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Boi.. with bars like that u cant be serious...
u illiterate, dumb, or special ed., im curious
sparring with u its no need for complexity
my track rec says that im here for longevity
million steps ahead of me, still not a head to me
stretch out my arm, ginsu in palm.. u be-head off thee
I hope you prepared for whats coming, a new storm is a brewing
You skating on thin Ice, like you at war with the Bruins
with a name like Authentic, you would think that he real
He get shot at Point Blank, he kissing the steel
B.. I'll dot yo i's and cross yo t's..
talk greasy..
n i'll have u leakin.. Philly cheese
N u look like the R&B Lloyd, my dude..
u be singin n shit.. "all i wanna be is Tru"
cuz even them Ray Bands fake as fuck
u got'em at the gas station for a couple of bucks...
Funny you said gas station, them bars got you gassed more than sunoco pumps
If i pull out the toast, you better break fast, no cocoa puffs
with a record of 0-1.. i can tell why, son..
fresh concept or a punch, u never fathered one..
Its like yo sack dont work, or its predestined, right?
cuz something meaningful in ur life.. was never in sight.
My record don't mean nothing
I'll hit you with a "I Hate You" cup, consider it Mean Mugging
LMMFAO plz.. dont eva.. eeeva..eeeva...eva.. post shit like that again
Or i'll be forced to hack yo facebook, and show the world how u ad-min
You garbage without a doubt, u ad-min... Into your mouth
Leave you hanging around by a cable all day like Cox was late to your house
As a mod u couldnt manage the madness of this savage.
Wackness in-fact is the average we rate you, practice..
KP, youz a bitch.. I'll see u with the hands quick, and leave u wit lumps
feelin you Donald... how i president in ya head n split ya wig like Trump
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No compassion.. Jim get the Beam Dotted on his head.. if im bored its a hobby
Its robbery! treat him like a transplant patient n remove his heart from his body
Watch me as i bring the curtain down on this circus clown
He wont get far if he cant make it in his worthless town
There comes a time when you have to face the music
With the truth spelt out you will change your tune quick
Crumble like a structure with a loose brick hit the roof
When you come to the realization its written proof
That he was and still is the goof as white as a sheet
In shock, rhymes that i speak make him die at my feet
Watch me as i bring the curtain down on this circus clown
lol
Dam's Break under pressure.. nerd is the one you cant test
it's best you bring your best.. especially to a mic check
investing time you do not want mine.. you wont mine if i lose your mind
lost and found .. groundbreaking.. breakinbg ground, surface not found
Got "SCRIPTS-OF-DOOM!" the type to "SPLIFF-AND-ZOOM!" With “CRYPTS-ENSUMED!”, swift yet “QUICK-INTUNED” the date of this “TRICK-IS-SOON” till he “MIFFED-AND-PRUNED”!! kuz your girl let the 'kitten out dah bag so much' this Cat~Sweep(Catsweep) gotcha.. "Lion"(lyin)/lyeing on a hard Stique(sticke)" like the entire feline family got a "Stick-of Brooms"!!!
Dem.. spitz need groom's..
Yo
Paused then clicked resume. Watch heads pop in like "aw shit, this soon?"
Memory to Rium, aint gon' see him after this celestial body like I eclipsed the moon
His name's "Atrium the Dark Angel". Well I'm the one you can start prayin to, I'm Arch angel:
got arrows aimed to slay you more than video games in arcades do
Life force escapes you, New high score, rename you,
take the wings off Rium (free him). Forsake what god gave you.
For gods sake, imagine that though: the way I drop sephiroth off in a hot lake would concave a volcano
His real role was to wave the flag in battle, and not the star spangled.
I'll accept you callin quits when i say you wave your white robe on a "stique".
When I come out the tabernacle, observe his adams apple fall, like the Garden fable...
you'll know god exists. no not a myth.
What happens to his spirit after, is a different matter I dont bother with
This diss shit something you need to step off guy,
After i read yur shit once..there wont be a second time
That literally made no fucking sense... at all.. like the fuck?Quote:
Originally Posted by Sour Joog
Need to take ya ass to church an ask for your penance, you suck
Lol
Alright alright alright, so I see you a dude playing dude disguised as a bitch/
OR you really are one, I'll clap ya dome an laugh as ya body lies-in-a-ditch//
I hate to go ham but I'm pigging-it-up/
Roast this bitch underground so I'm digging-it-up//
I swear I'm on that precision shit like i got that power-Moog/
On point every hour till I devour this sour-joog
Fuck your opinion, spitting dope once in a million does not make you brilliant...
Im in the mood to kill again, i wreck shit like soccer hooligans trying to get through the fence,
A couple of keystrokes will put an end to all your mumbling, so stop your fumbling, your lack of skills is really troubling,
You've been overdue for a humbling, ill stomp your ass while i am juggling,
Beef? I will chew you up without the condiments just give me 24 hours to find you like Keifer Sutherland,
You faking sick like hooky playing college kids, i know im sick like members in Alcoholic Anonymous,
Its evident from your written evidence that your soooooo shit and need a stricter rhyming regiment...
Alright Bunyon, you're stepping outta ya element/
I could take you an Babe, in one 1 swing, for the hell-of-it//
I'll snap ya frail ass in half like I'm Crushing a funyon/
Better yet, act like I'ma Bolton and peel you back like an onion//
Listen Don, idk what kinda skill you had but its clearly-gone/
I'm sorry mon, you on that retarded bs you must be nearly -blonde//
Take my advice an get back to watching your anime, ya single-kid/
Before I toss you in a Pitt with beefy fags that'll pop your ass like a pringle-lid//
well well looky at the bitch above ... see shit gets ugly just for thinking you can touch me
oh forgive me .. a little touchy... i keep my heart on my sleeve .. and best this cat is copying me
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Originally Posted by nerdy318
it's easy for you to say its ugly when you look in a mirror / yes, you get a little touchy, especially when its your sister /
He will fumble the ball when i apply to much force
His happiness will plunder like hisnheading for divorce
Whenever dilemmas start to arise he starts the bitching
Mom like son i bet his itching smoking that meth he sees no vision
Cries with tear filled eyes while coughing
But its not influenza time to close coffins
you'll fumble your words and choke to death on the smoke when i blaze the sesh
see, i dont even have to aim for his neck
i aint impressed you're verse is lame at best,
you graverobbed that dusty ass verse, you thought I'd come n pay respect?
meanwhile when i drop a verse, i leave your page refreshed
you leave your cage in a mess
dog is trying to make his way to a vet..
when he collapse on the floor, you hear is the sway of a net
cryin with his hands burned, stained and dressed
for tryin to caress my suede vest and whisper your poems soft
I comfort his mommy
the k9s come for his no-body, and the mystery throw them off
Hows the bitterness taste hows the loneliness feel
Crushing jealousy stabbing with depressed steel?
Drunken prisoners bars make a rattle
He swingz with a sword thats not sharp enough for battle
Im flooding streets flowing this debris
Catastrophic tidal wave comes out like 3d
But this shoot out is real its no simulations
Computer with graphics like matrix agents
Amusing gossiping liez he speaks
Like trivial rumours he just follows the sheepz
Piled rubbish his a cleaner littering
Scattered crap he spits like dumb spastics when dribbling
how sweet is the sugar, how salty's the salt?
i'm gettin stabbed for stoppin assault,
ya wife ran from the scene, cuz you kissin the street like its ya own asphalt
you tryina circle a demon like you practice occult
i find what this urkel is readin 'n make the class get involved
we pass it along because I'm after results,
we're reading your psychology passage its long, shit we may even have to cancel the prom
cuz this fucker amped for the song but cant dance to the waltz
why your pants looking like you packed a catapult in the back and it launched?
i admit you're nice fam, but you messed with a mimic
you aint testin me man, you testin your limits
but difference between you and me? i only rest when i'm finished
Once a while tightly clutches his cheek
When i throw right hooks and kick with my feet
His love deprived and cant enjoy sexual nights
Contemplating malice thoughts like rape with a giant knife
Its hideous how sick his brain is
Shock voltages make sure he cant LIVE
Paying cash money, to hit men services
Any amount if he never resurfaces.
Blow up places he lives, stays, visits and streets
With grenades that go boom then bang really loud when he sleeps
Overwhelming anxiety he needs help breathing
Plagued by guilt theres no bless you when he starts sneezing
you left handed stooge
when you were feeling my raps you discovered your skull had sledgehammer grooves
i'll be honest i can't stand to lose---this I'll impart with you.
since honesty's something you need obviously, with all those 90 degree darts you threw
see, when it comes to accuracy, if its this retard, i disregard
i didnt expect bulls-eyes, but is it hard
to have the dartboard an inch apart from your extended arms and still miss the marks??
when i kiss its sparks, so when i spit it lit the dark
we playin go fish? i can beat you with my business card,
forget the sharks, you're picked apart and ripped apart,
i aint even got the shit to start, so sniff a fart and pretend like i just forgot.
when it comes to hearin some 1 diss the god, the shit you drop could never hit the spot
i'd be more satisfied with christian-rock
i lift one foot and the camera guys pan the skies, you ride in on an infants ox
one look at my camel's size will get his battle cry to insta-stop
Both of yall have never won a battle, yall suck
2 mental midgets in the octagon, da fuck,
They claim to be the best, fuckin weirdos
How im supposed to be impressed, if ya record's zero
you're in no place to be standin high,
you got smoked the last time you plastered rhymes,
and now you came back from the dead, your ass revived just to get the casket signed
mental midgets? maybe since i dwarf your mind, your skill's not even half of mine
your whole strategy's asinine
i tried to make sense on why you play defense
its 'cause you never learned to advance your lines
@ foul
the bullshit everyone can smell
is his breath and odor his unwell
substance abuse makes him dwell
deep down into the darkest shell
no respect his a joke we don’t admire broke
and no talent rappers with a mic he would choke
how many disses does it take, mister owl?
petes sake, you couldnt turn your back on me and my viscious scowl
you turned your head so quick to try to shift to Foul
that ya body didnt catch the switch, n now you broke neck the way you'd twist a towel
im lookin at your verse, thinkin "how can i spin this fast?"
then i notice your ghostwriter skipped his english class
your verse is not damagin me
you broke your grammar tryna slam at your keys
hard head cracking like an egg does
nice legs that spread, his wife she begged us!
he substitues hard work for laziness
i compete yeah im the best in his radius
his wifey likes slow stripping in her torn jeans
to the essential hits when im recording on four screens
how does he function with suicidal thoughts? that are dangerous
the devil on his shoulder is'nt the one causing major stress
cats around here avoid you like plague rats,
you're drawing lines and they stay back cuz your raps are just plain wack
when I say you're drawing lines I mean the maze on your place-mat
you're waiting to get served by me let's face facts
you stay sat on your escape hatch in a cage match
you're at that age where you're still wearing your fake tats
wife bars?? you couldn't get pussy to wave back scaring a stray cat
let's sit you in the corner, go and think on your played rap
talkin bout wives, you're not grown enough to say that
and if you are, i'm sure you're married and sharing her tampax
i take back what i said a page back,
you're not nice you're just decent, apprentice, not to mention:
i "substitute hard work for laziness", pay attention to your own sentence!
he's edited twice, look at his first line that's where he started striking out
i'm hard headed, so you can try to psyche me out
but before your lines hit, you'll have nothing left to write about
you've heard of punch lines? I highly doubt...
duck when i swing im hitting hard
im an ace his not a king card
shut your lips when professors speak
respected by none,his a lesser peak
progressing towards certificates
failing scores gets him deeper debts
RADIO BROADCASTING BREAKING NEWS STORIES ONLINE
ITS A SHOCKING VIDEO OF ONCE A WHILE WITH A CHOPPED SPINE
MY FIREARM IS A WOLF HIS A HUNTED FERAL BOAR
LIKE CARNIVOROUS DOGS THESE GUNS ATTACK WITH A DREADFUL ROAR
HE FADES TO DARKNESS WHEN PRESSURE RISES LIKE THE SMOKE
THEN HE REAPPEARS WHEN ITS CLEAR HIS SUCH A WEAK BLOKE
PATHETIC HE HAS TOO MUCH EMOTION FEELINGS
HIS TENDER HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE THROUGH THE CEILINGS
farewell enjoy retirement
leave right now its about to get violent
it's about to get dead silent after i step inside and start freestylin
turn his hot blood into cold blood, no reptilin
just feds filin', specs flyin, heads dialin', you're on the floor left smilin
maybe you're unsure if everyone else will pick a piece of you too
beatin you would be easy to do
the hard part is making you choke while keeping you reasonable
let me take you to school
you're no professor, you're not tall enough to even reach for the stool
i'm the teacher, be seated you fool, learn to only speak what is true
you got bonked in every diss, all of your responses missed
isn't it obvious? this could put me on the Most Wanted list
i should try outrapping you while asleep, why waste a second of consciousness?
you're not decided if my constant hits contradict or prove that God exists
you're not equipped with common sense
your whole body has gotten tense and lost all attempts at calm intent
how many moves left? the opponent's going immobile, its cold war
this is chess, i'm no king, I'm controlling the whole board
i think he exposed his full form when he started groping the bullhorn
Tournament winning i rebound of hoops then i slam dunk
I steal all his shows fast when i rap funk
Finish my set then i sign him autographs
This ROOKie needs to study and pay attention in the class
Crumbling his castle i burn his palace
Then i imprison him in chains like his names alice
I predict heaven will close its gates when he dies
He will crash into hell like a meteor from the skies
Funeral music will play while we party and drink
Celebrating, his life has died out, may he forever stink
His full of lies, unworthy of a response
Curls up and cries, peace is what he wants
I infiltrate deep in his super structures
Detonating bombs leaving his bones with fractures
And his respiratory system will fail
He will fall in a coma turning pale
I expose him to muscle seizures and fatigue
The pain he thought existed only on the tv
you've been infected fatally, this has been my day to day business
I radiate sickness, you'll decay away, doctors won't even stay to pay visits
I raise bars like a space mission,
bars raise so far past satellites you'll have to star gaze to remain witness-
you don't have the arm's length to go the same distance, so stand aside,
when i say bars rays I mean the gamma kind
i send em at ya, check your cancer sign,
my lines outta this world, a NASA find, I'm a master mind
when i crash through you I leave your plans behind
please, your rhymes are trying to fell these?
you can barely spell "he's"
i'm the last thing that Hell sees,
you're the first one that fell to his knees
i came to tell you "at ease"
you sound like you came from a country in the east where the well is diseased and where y'all shower when an elephant pees
how're you on RB? you'll leave irrelevantly, i'm just practicing disses intelligently
you're the type to tie his pants, and zip his shoes up
the type to put paste in his hair and get his tooth cut
I don't give two fucks, i just give goosebumps
in every way your rap is a huge dump
that trash is unrecyclable
tryna fuck with Onceawhile, no, that's undesirable
each punch you throw been tired and slow
you're fans are not clapping, better form is what they're trying to show
Verbally abused seeking therapy
His a mental patient that cant be set free
He auditions horribly with dialogue
Its tragic in a costume he soundz like a dieing frog
He sobs miserably like helpless beggars
He will die from hunger he cant afford peppers
Pretends that he has knowledge he is stupidly
ignorant and filled with bigotry
Im towering over looking waterfalls flowing like taps
When polishing my statue dont leave scraps
Im appealing, hot and smart i am the top of my class
I have strength and elegance his weaker than glass
Collects dust like antiques that are garbage
Like souvenirs his an unappreciated bargain
With no allies syndicates or help my carnage
Blazed this house cat that sleeps in his garden
Unsuccessful results overwhelming labor
Proves his a failure fortune doesnt favor
Pulsing like his heart its slow then quick
Burn rapidly like lit
Matches he should quit i will inflict
Strong pain his neck ill slit
Rumors circulate like a cooling system
And these notes i make his jealous of my rhythm
i killed Dam already, you're just a paid actor for a lame rapper you were named after.
Stage laughter
is that what you came back for?
he wants me to put him in the cast again, i may hafta
Your raps: edgy and sadistic, so you're a twisted misfit
smiling into mirrors wearing lipstick, until your fists hit, you're losing your shit quick, you nitwit
tryna psych me out has been your worst plan since we first began,
you push the wrong buttons, your keyboard confirms the circumstance
but i think somebody cursed your hands back in Kurdistan
anywhere your verses land, a crash site is certain fam.
i should alert mods you're not spam before they perma-ban
i sound like a die'ing frog, you can take a closed fist like Kermit can
you're about as "hot and smart" as a turd on a thermal scan
no other way to say it: your words are bland, boring and as countless as earth's sand.
your greatest achievement on the mic was making your church stand
"When polishing my statue dont leave scraps"
man i'm just waiting see raps like i took a christmas eve nap
i'm guessing you think we're a big match like pepsi and coke
but in fact its more like tastebuds having sex till you choke,
vs. text that tastes like ingesting some soap
you're a jester who's throat is begging for rope
i suggest your neck take the uncle fester approach
your rap is forced rhymes, no direction or hope
on a competitive note my rap is a sports bike at mach nine
you're Armstrong injecting some dope, and you're still unqualified
its entertaining to say the least his no lyrical beast
he fails song writing, flows dont match to the beats i feast
cooking his flesh and i serve it when fresh his a mess
i eat him up fast with a vultures finesse
he is like race cars stuck in loops
he comes undone fast like threads that are loose
look this landfill of rubbish attempting rap
scaring people with hearts that shine, his so crap
i am no lyrical beast? what? man you're a lyrical joke
your best trick was the opener, its all mirrors and smoke
because you're easy to break and you appear to be toast
i'm here to provoke, you're here with a doctors note pretending your sick you dont even come close
admit it, you're just here for the roast, getcha skill up
your newest verse had extra filler
how could you eat me? no one thinks your text is killa
look at your english, only way you impress me is if your someone's pet gorilla