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Icy cold like winter freeze him in the snow storms
HeAted heaters blow in his face like phone bombs
Sad but true his love life is unreal dreaming
His a liar delusional he wakes right up screaming
On drugs like a raving dj dancing
Spontaneously gazing real deep and chanting
Drunken nonsense im trying to control laughter
Show then show and shows they all end in disaster
"heated heaters"? phone bombs??
yeah you from the mid-east,straight out of the goat farm
a fool who learned to type with his closed palms
you'd earn more respect telling your sixth mom
that you and your friend Moham joined radical islam,
than admitting you spend day and dawn
getting dunked on at rap battles dot com
unemployed rapper, improve with your flow
with no education rap slow no show
father figure missing explains his estranged
bitch like physique deranged like a sex change
his fake and pointless like a broken pencil tip
a mistake would be to under rate my lethal spit
turning down his instrumentation until he learns
rap is a art form his a fake abusing rap to get paid
why do you keep coming back for more!!!
pass the torch or your ass get scorched! you see my name on the classroom door?
your name can get mistaken for a stain on the bathroom floor!
this should be my last retort!
you're the baddest sport,
you lose and your mad and sore
resorting to wack reports about me or your magic force--- you're "lethal"?! to be lethal you need a lethal injection, thats for sure!
you fail to learn, you keep repeating my lesson,
i don't see you beating the headmaster or even getting a passing score!
this calls for immediate testing---
i'm leaving the rest to my successors or anybody whose rapped before!
bombard battle ships annihilate these sailors strap
feet to anchors and with a push we watch their arms flap
nurture intensive trauma at doctors
feeding through a thin straw this dental patient fought with boxers
shining like flash lights i illuminate
when i’m flash welding i will scar this welter weight
like wonderful master pieces neatly shown
flourishing wild with skill im rich like rare gemstone
franticly distressing hoe that begs for mercy
moaning weak slurs i punctuate his lungs more firmly
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I STEP IN THE ROOM AND YOU HEAR THE BOOM//
BRINGING THE DOOM WHEN I START TO CONSUME //
SO WHAT EVER YOU ASSUME HAS JUST LEFT THE ROOM//
SEE IM A BEAST EMCEE WITH MORE VOCAB ABILTY //
SPITTING RELIGIOUSLY, SPILLING THE BLOOD METAPHYSICALLY//
MEDAPHOR WIZZARDY, PERFECT RYHMES WITH SYMMETRY//
SO WHEN YOURE WITNESS IN ME, HOLDING THE MIC, THE GREAT APE //
IN ONE TAKE, THEN I WAIT FOR YOUR BOARD TO BREAK//
THE MOST DEADLIEST FATE, AILERONS HELP ME ELEVATE//
LEVITATE, WACK EMCEE’S I HATE, THEY SECOND RATE//
IM IN A DIFFERENT STATE, MY MIND, THIRD EYE WIDE //
WHAT WILD RIDE, SLIDING THRU THE ALPINE LIKE MUSIC TO DRIVE BY//
RIGHT OUT THE RECIVER WITH ACUSTICAL FEATURES, IN THE ETHER//
SHOULD HAVE BEEN A PREACHER BUT A PIT BULL WAS MUCH EASIER //
TO EAT YA, STREET CREATURES, WAY YOU ON THE SCALES, LIBRA//
LACOSTE OR LE TIGRE, FIRE BREATHA, GIVEN THE MIC SEIZRES//
you're a terrible display prepare for your dismay
you've been preparing for this day
wearing lingerie
scaring mom away
no you can't stay, your pants sway and you dance gay
nothing wrong with being gay, but you deny
i'm hear to say
hey, its okay. okay? goodbye
i pour liquor and roast him, you're flambé
please go back a page, backtrack your rage
get off the stage, go back to your minimum wage
job,
day job, and play cards in the lounge, practice how to play with the odds
me toyin with you, i'm playin with the "odds", hold up let me weigh in with the gods
yup they're saying this was hard
weigh in with the gods?
how much you way homie?
shit, over 600 pounds?
how you expect to win every last round?
this ain't sumo wrestling
i suggest you go on a diet
eat a salad try it with some salad dressing
this not a diss kid it's advice
so be nice and lay off the rice
you might just be slim shady
maybe if you stop hogging the gravy
Dog you lame and will never amount to nothingQuote:
Originally Posted by lPOW
But ya girl, she's licks a hard hat after I tear her walls down like reconstruction
P be bluffing? Not in your life. You'll get the point when grip the knife
Then turn it into pow so many times you'd think Batman classics was on all night
Y'all fight, I bust the cannon, make foot prints in your blood
Have people say he killed power left him hanging dry like the series was
Hmm... I don't know, see
Your name sounds like something you earned looking over the urinal, tryin to study the whole D
like wut you trying to Know P? Your name sounds like you celebrated. But the alphabet doesn't stop after O, P.
if it did, I'd be having a short Q&A on the intellect of this OG...
I'd put my record at 0 - 3, take an L from this dude who actually registered '03
if he told me it'd mean there won't be any letters left for his poetry
Got that OCD with your ABC's started sweet 16 on that rhyming scheme,never won a battle now you're twenty three,
Going 0-3 but you lost to me,you ain't no OG, got no clout kid you were 5 years old when Fight Club came out!
You got no skills you can't hide the denial, that's why we only see you Onceawhile.
You're about to get sent to school son...I'm saying you can't pretend you were ill.
Lose to you? I see you've never been real,
I offend you with skill, I could send you a benjamin bill cuz money talks and you've said nothin still
my write hand so cold I should put your head in to chill
I was nice when fight club came out, wild and my style uncertain
you were just a Tyler Durden strugglin trying to fight his person
that bejamin bill line, keep it 100
nothin u say can hurt me, drop your body like u doin burpees
then hang yo old retired ass from a ceiling somewhere like Kobe's jerseys
Yo, this my first verse on RB so let me make it a good'un
23.59 GMT, You've been bitch slapped from London
In a UK minute, this verse is stronger than yesterday's
Girls called him knowp this bitch made it his rapper name.
Your a harlot a man made doll varmont
I'd diss you fresh but I aint even goin alarm it
All I gotta do is frisk you like a cop
just to get at me you goin need a "frisk me not"
I'm six two about a bridge like a tower top
First if you punk me you might get power dropped
Welcome to my house, kp known for knocking bytches out
I'll leave soar on ice after I fracture his jaw punching him in the mouth
This man is famous he got those hot flows
I mean me , you out of the contest as rap goes
Know p ain't fly enough to be in the rap throes
I'd kill ya so swiftly wit my raps going pro
Know p ain't the type to know himself
I flow the earth song to the equator belt
Flip p in the US pot and watch this hater melt
I ain't no spring chicken p spending his wealth
I enter the zone bringin the wins and chicks home
P couldn't think of a flow to save the life he blows
I know he figures rapping is out his range full zero
P enters the ring against kaid but raps so simple
You got the swag of snitch, you should get buried in a ditch bruhQuote:
Originally Posted by Soar Kaid
You Kevin Durant, soon as ya team get pinched you'd probably switch up
Get stitched up then tossed off a bridge for talking big
For you I'm really going out on a limb, to make sure you return with a walking stick
The time has come for p to die today
Meaningless to say I fought his tupee
With a stick swinging it i thought he was gay
Cuz that hair he got ain't worth a day of my pay
I swing weapons for the heck of it not irrelevant
To this man's heart till my whole swing damagin it
I floss harder than p he disses too many passivists
I want to see p beat me but he ain't outlasting this
Load the Sig n ya wig knocked off, get that will ready sonQuote:
Originally Posted by Soar Kaid
Going at me was a grave mistake, now I'm bout to throw ya ass in one
Spit some fire is what I require, you couldn't roll with my click cuz
We be going hard all day n night, like it or not... Your bitch does
Know p ain't a g he ain't got that new fresh cut
You need a lesson boy take you flows and rush
Know p don't know nothing but quick bank busts
Take himself. To jail after know p pops blunts
But I pop trunks on chumps like know p
Weak soldiers and fake rappers who you see
You my jabroni man soon as I jump beat
You goin see more rap prowess than rap stars wit heat
Know p ain't on rap though he on that fake game
He as famous as the biggest loser funny how he takes shame
Know p stops on a toilet taking craps I can't blame
But if you crap on me the weapon is gonna take aim
Aren't you the definition of filler
Lack of foundation no structure plus pillars
Made of weakness
I hope you didn't write that assuming you were typing uniqueness
Everyone has access to a makeshift studio these days
Which is a problem since you and your meek face
Can show up to a cypher assuming credits
You started with zero balance now you're indebted
Cut off whoever's been gassing you up
Beat this pussy till he's a black and blue cunt
Nd where did you learn how to rap? Summer school?
I got it off my chest cuz I needed clairity fool
Nd couldn't spit filler even if he had cake mix
his game is weaker than a guy on a bad date trip
I'll have mercy on you no I don't think I will
Nd Target's MCS he thinks he can beat then kill
What nd doesn't know is that his raps is sub par
He's a career red neck "what you talking bout tharr?"
No disrespect just a rap ND. Lol
Both of you are trash men, hasbeens. Hate you chickens
Keep it up. They'll find u 2 dead bitches in my truck like rape victims
I ain't dissing, but rape victims? Boning those two pre-school dweebs ain't fitting with your imageQuote:
Originally Posted by KnowP
Unless I'm mistaken, does KnowP stand for Known Pedophile, coz you'll be smitten inside of prison.
As if that pedo line hasn't been played out
half your response was his rhyme ran out of what to say now?
Obvious dick rider for him your legs splayed out
Took his concept too
How much swagger jacking in 4 bars you inept toon
Cut off the left hand of a theif
fuck it chop the rest of it whole body stolen
Don't bother responding because I don't feel like reading what I've just posted
And them 2 bars you wrote, trash
My lyrics hit yo noggin like a fuggin car crash
Its a hundred yard dash
I keep the shoty close
Lock and load aim now you ghost
Who the host the master the winner yo wife booty grabber
Id rape that fuckin bitch pull out my knife then stab her yea I smashed her
The bitch was half naked
Yo wife bendin over in the kitchen I had to take it
Who wanna go against the Roaster Id have yo family clapped
Like an encore a nigga get when he on the streets strapped
I keep it real you lyin cryin for attention
You aint made it to adulthood its rettention you claim
Whos the logic, the bullet goes through the stomach and watch the blood spill
Nigga you slayed by these bars you aint a gangsta, get trill
Dog you better get ghost with all that frontinQuote:
Originally Posted by The Roaster
Pull up hot and ready to kill A Roast quicker than an abusive husband
It's nothing to get you wrapped up, thrown in a black truck
If you see the white beams flash it's not a signal before I back up
Pack up, move out of town, the silencer quiet ya cranium
No it's not a dream but they'll be able to see yours when I'm done spraying em
you ain stuntin with those bars i caught you duckin hopin in cop cars
but in the front seat dam your workin the beat? snitchin workin for the heat?
they call me abusive cause i beat you like ike did tina
fuck it i wont use hands just my nina
you want beef I'm a butcher get chopped up wrapped up n delivered bruh
you seein white beams that's because u didn't see the red beams now you see the pearly gates gleam
the only thing you sprayin is axe sellin woof tickets to the max
you in az with cactus jack like a turtle you stuck on your back
cant get it up might have ed you prollly need the lil pill with the v
in reality i don't kno you or nothing about you I'm just talkin shit dude
Talking shit will get your foreskin snipped and re-stitched over your fucking lipsQuote:
Originally Posted by whorticulture
This ain't a glitch, ill make you tweet MeToo quicker than a used up quivering bitch
I'm just scratching an itch, ain't nothing for me to leave you in an unmarked crypt
This Whor's rap is just a load of nonsense like trying to read out JavaScript
you got gas but its that rough unleaded
in the streets im the guillotine youll get beheaded
my nonsense might not make cents to you but it makes dollars for me
i dont like to talk shit or even talk loud i keep it hush like a real g
you go ahead and scratch your itch you got from that bitch
that you picked up just to beat up n shit then she called the cops o she a snitch
you should quit when you hit the yard its mando we make you roll up your shit
Well I've read through the last few posts and I've decided what to do.
I'm going to take a shit so I can contribute to this poo.
When did rapping get taken over by the disabled kids club?
I should have stayed with your mum in the pub.
Why did I log back in to read this bollocks.
You're all shit at rapping and too interested in cocks!
peter piper picked a pack of pickled peppers
i pickled liverboy and he came out smellin better
the only shit in here is you
you smell like shit rap like shit so homie what it doo doo
Rest is the type to run over spilled milk
I'll take his over played raps and make silk
I'll gouge your eye's until there's some blood spilt
I fight dirty like NaS "poppa was a playa" hit
Rest has a weird name I'll correct your mistake
Your a weak fool sucka with a misdirection that's fake
you rap corney and you goin to flight school late
You can't make your lyrics a hit like "Half Baked"
brotha!
Soar kaid
I'll make you deep throat a sword blade
and pour raid
in your eyes, then leave you in norway
in the forest with an exile ordained
by the lord thane
of river run, then deliver rum to the castle of whore gay
okay, I couldn't rhyme that, so I rhymed it in a poor way
I'm so bad that when I buy shit the store pays
and if you stabbed me in the dick I'd consider it foreplay
Shit couldn’t be easier cause I spit my facts clean
No evidence left behind put facts thru a shredder then ship em to his mother now that’s a fax machine //
Locks steady repossessing souls like the IRS when there’s a tax lean
This thing on my hip make ya lose more weight than every muslim in the world during Ramadan fasting//
Now that’s mean - like tellin ya mother she gotta take everyone’s dick on the couch now and we ain’t even casting//
Str8 blasting like the burner had a ruler on it
Fact is facts only cappin when he tying on his kids baby bonnet//
Fact is facts only cappin when his keyboard got his fingers on it
Fact is facts kids wished they landed on the bed sheets and dried up on it//
Stabbin you in the dick is foreplay bitch I’m sicker than projectile vommit
I don’t get a hard on unless the 40 expose the lunch in a ops stomach///
Damn u hit the site and stunk up the place in a hurryQuote:
Originally Posted by Lockz
I'm locked n loaded, we'll see Lockz get loaded... onto a fukkin gerny
you locked and loaded aiming your own gun at your head/
BLAOW! brains exploded a suicidal motherfucker now lying dead/
fuck Lockz too on the fucking gurney/
ima put a stop to his journey, put him in the ground 6 feet below me/
fuck a projectile vomit man, ima shit on your girls face
then lick it off while rubbing her clit how's that for sickening taste/
Feeling like drake - talking 2 birds with 1 stone
Aim with precision one shot blazin thru ragian and know p dome//
Achievement box pops up like I’m playing call of duty
please remain silent cause we all KNOW P stands for poopy//
What type of rag-is-he-on ?
Must be a dragon scale dildo type of tampon//
If he thought he was poppin n hot it’s cause I set fire to whatever platform he’s on
And I ll leave these kids bodies in a field call it children of the corn//
Let’s state the obvious i resurrected this site more activity in a week than it’s seen all year
Ppl didn’t even KNOW P existed til i dragged his raggedy body outta here//