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Where's the sugar? I thought candy was sweet
you may come from the street, the street where they pick their wheat
out in the country you might make the beat
becoming big from out there is a feat
you'll never reach, no you'll never meet
the expectations of a mob you'll never greet
so take a seat, you'll only win if you cheat
Fuckin mother goose rhymes explain what you put in your lines
couldnt spit dimes if you were the sprint lady, dont think your nice
jus cuz your reputation is shady, your fuckin crazy if you think you could rap
last name might nicholson but you dont know jack,
bring beef to whereva you at like i was shipped in packs
grade A stamped on my back, dough aint the only thing i stack
ammunition for any weapon i got at that present time,
dont even have to speak cuz i let the heat flip the rhyme
45's and nines, shotty's and matic's goin estatic
knockin you out your magic's, i spit facts kid
bars like i'm doin a bid, you just spittin the things you wish you did
Deeni, from Shoalin. Staten Island?
The disturbing facts about you, you can't deny them.
You think you can whoop somebody but you can't, but you try them.
All the bullets and shots, I survive them.
Fuckin' motha Goose?
If their is any sorry ass nigguh in this site its YOU!
Free2rhyme has no morality.
He sucks dick, he has insanity.
Flick his nose to cure the hiccups.
Instead destroy it so he can shut up.
He can't break a board with his punches but can break the mirror with his face.
If you look at him to long your going to die, he's a threat toward the human race.
I am going to put free2rhyme in chains.
Torture him with his own spits making him in pain.
He's a big-boned nut. Doesn't have an ass.
The only way he'd be dope is if he were grass.
He's lukewarm, steals lines like people stealing telephones.
He can't burn nothing, can only melt an icecream cone.
I kicked his ass without even trying.
leaving him surprised, he's not gonna live, he's dieing!
get out my face bitch you waste my fucking time
half of dem lines don't even rhyme is your brain rapped in vines?
you should fill books with nursery rhymes like mother goose
which reminds me I fucked your girl and damn she was loose!
don't worry Professor K got news to change your life
with this piece of advice you'll never have strife
your lucky lotto numbers are three-five-seven
this sacred combination will likely send ya to heaven
your soul carried away on the white wings of a dove
while your body rests peacefully all soaked in blood
Proffesor K sounds like a guy from a cereal box.
But he ain't got any "lucky charms" only got cocks.
He's too broke, so he fed on my verse looking for a free dinner.
I'm signing you up for a whackness competition. For sure your the winner.
I'm hunting you down, leaving you with a feeling of trepidation.
You ride cocks, I can tell by the look of your rhymes, your cockasion.
This isn't the matrix nigga, there's no hacks, this is real life.
Only me, my knife, my dick and your wife.
Yo fuck, I see your imagination is limited as you aint got no name,
I would hide my identity if my raps were so fucking lame.
You aint hunting down shit, you are more like Elmer Fude,
You come across competition and your running for your butt plug.
If I had the tall ears and buck teeth then I guess you could call me Bugs,
If this was the WB cartoon, by now I would have filled you full of slugs.
Sometimes you'll easily swallow a bottle a day
Most of the time you spit it straight back out of your face
It's like.. in goes alcohol and out comes words
I'm gonna get you sweating by the end of the first verse
Worse than your Grandma when she's building a landmark
Popping off, like the pistol in her handbag, bang that
You ain't proper Irish, you're from the northern part
Bet you spend your time slashing knives; blowing up cars
I'm smart - except for the ocean there just know we're miles apart
Lyrically, intellectually, this is how it's meant to be...
nigga i push ur shits aside like a trolly down the car parck.....
ima spill ya cum and give it to u so u drink it and become more dumb dan a porck.....
son,d alcohol i can stand is gonna blow up ur brain,dats all i got in my vains & u neva gonna be able to mantain.....
im like a trouble shooter.....dats y dey call me d booter.....
kick ya off cos u a damn looser.....
son,i purge my lyrics
and dey embelish...opps...
i mean abolish ur weak scripts.....
cos im dope,i aint no joke.....
pushing chunks into a hot ass choke after a smoke....
now dats worth a hot ass flow.....;)
Your ass is only hot cos you've been fucked with a strap-on
You don't diss my scripts, you just playing with your cap-gun
Sit and eat crisps and chips and shit like this
And get fatter and fatter that's what makes you get laughed at
Bitch, I'm 'a drive by your crib, fire your ass with a flash gat
Blast out a thousand rounds out the window of my car
I'll stain the walls with blood, like your Ma and your Pa
So give up now, no point in rapping anymore, Yvonne
Your style is gone, there's really nothing left of it
Back for your crown? You're a clown, down in there
Lurking in the sewers and the dumps who slumps up
Every now and then to give the mic another go
Oh no... Game's off, show's over, JUST QUIT
Your novice-ass mockery startin to take the biscuit
Fuck it...
People should read over their shit after they write,
Sean, couple of those lines you wrote didn't mean shite.
To correct you the only thing that sperates us is the Irish Sea,
It aint an ocean, and what was that you said about Intellectually?
I'm suprised you got on this site thru your parental restriction,
But then I meet your mama on this site that provides the explanation.
So just cause I am from Belfast it means that I am in the IRA,
Rather that, than an English Cunt that only been to to School for a day.
So you four year old mother fucker, I'll get my dick out and you suck on it,
and before you get in your car next time I would check under the bonnet.
Boom Bitch.
English cunt? lol I'm originally from Ireland
You think you're the best cos you can analyse my rhymes
Believe me, that's the last time you're gonna do
Better in a battle while you rappin with your rattle
Motherfucker
What the fuck was that shit about parental restriction?
That's just a bunch of hypocrytic contradiction
I met both your parents they told me that they're on a mission
To fuck up your upbringing; said "sit down and listen"
"It's another success story, we just didn't get his head sorted"
You're just another fuck-up that needs to be exported
Or exploded, in the middle of the road, my arms loaded
And fuck you up worse than your mother of a hoe did
Blow this shit, bitch
blow dis shit?................BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
dats some easy stuff....like a simple math,1 + 1.....
nigga i think u good...but mayne ur RHYMES aint good.....
take a glance with a lance at ur verse 1ce agen....
ya got brain farted 1ce agaen?.....
i saw u told me to give up....
nigga i thro dat back at u.....so now shut d fuck up.....
i never give up d sword
cos im a figher.....im born to win & ball....
nigga ima carve my initcials on ur chest....
chop u and sent u to ur fam and tell em u at rest....
son,dont try to pull some thug rank.....
or ur bloods gonna fill my big tank,say thanx.....
nigga ur focus is blury.....
betta go to d shrick.....bitch hurry.......
ima barck on ya,dance on ya.....lol.....plaw!!!
You're a joke, motherfucker I can laugh at your raps
I find your shit as funny as a spaz on the Lax
Come and have a taste of my firearm sedation
Flood the place with blood and guts then it's clean-up operation
The aftermath is grim, don't you believe me? Sleazy..
That's your limitation; you never find it easy
Station X will decode my raps back from 1944
I've been hollering on the mic since before I was even born
I used to love it then, but now I love it even more
My lab's full of scriptures that'll lyrically knock you to the floor
Lock the door; you fucker ain't seeing my good side anymore
You're never going to sell raps, might as well sell yourself as a whore
I'm 'a take you to thirteen rounds, motherfucker
who d fuck asked about ur past lil cunt?
u just a paddy braod......mayneeee u gonna quickly fall
niggas respect me and bow down to muh feeet when dey see me...
i bet u be getting fruits on ya face while u walk dont a street.......
my shits dont hit hard
but nigga when its troubled you ending up with slugs str8 in yo heart...
you aint got applausable rhymes.........
so why d fuck do u keep trying?.......
son,ima dig ur ass out with a fat ass glock....
grab ur empty vesel and hit it on a fat ass rock.....
den i wanna see whos got more luck........
becareful cos i got it corcked.....
im too hot to handle.....
dats y im always ready to pick noobs and dangle....
i got a long life,goes slowly like a candle.....
i cant die cos im dead....
so take dat an untouchable pad
whoaaa......thinking to hit me with a bomb?....
fuck it cos av already bombed u with an ATOMIC BOMB.....
bye bye mo'fucker....
im done with dis sucker.....
whos d next mo'fucker?
Now based on how it raps I cant tell if its a boy or girl
Look at it's info, yeah, we've never been to "whore world"!
You obviously don't know me, no matter what, ur goin down
Leave her alone, she came back to get the wackass crown!
I mean, no one knows u, we dont care, and for sure u aint big
What kind of a dumbass laughs at her own quotes in her sig!
Freestyled.
I burn emcees untill their well done, you can call me a cook.
I am the king, you are the pawn, and I'm knocking over this rook.
This kid, I'll call him 'black and red' for the sake of his avatar.
Couldn't run over me if I was in front of him and he was in a car.
He thought my gun was a dick so now I'm blasting his ass.
But he is an ass, watched Shrek 2 and said "I'm part of the cast!"
Call you a cook? I'd rather call you a cock
You're the only motherfucker with his head on a block
It' getting knocked off by a chopper cos it ain't thinking straight
Come to that, it ain't rapping proper, either, mate
What the fuck you on about watching children's films?
We watch street fights, drive-bys, see red and dead guys
So how the fuck you think you're gonna lyrically kill us?
Cos I'm a right sick cannibal that's eating you alive
Take a tip from my recommendation
Save yourself from ridicule all over the nation
Get yourself some rap lessons and catch up with the race
Maybe then you'll say more against him than the colour his face
Forums are nothing of a racial issue we're just names
Stick to cooking, kids' flicks and your little board games
ya burn MCs, but ya can't burn me
I'll drown ya ass in the philippine sea
with ya screwed up name with signs
ma rap's to good, ya gotta read between the lines
Nigga kept asking for a battle on the PM
says his rhymes better than emineim
and now you giving me shit on Yahoo mail
im getting tired of you, throw your ass back with a humpback whale
FUCK MAN PEOPLe KEEP POSTING FIRST TO THE PEOPLE IM POSTING FOR
^to sean-price
If I had a dollar for every brain you got, I'd be you. Broke and gay.
Asked a boy, "I got a pogo stick in my pants, do you want to play?"
I see you come from the U.K. The Untalented Kids.
If dopeness was sold on ebay, you'd need one hell of a bid.
So the question is what are you? A herb? A n00B?
No your a clown! Thats why you amuse.
I'm sick in the head. Yeah, that's what the doctor said I must be,
That's why he prescribed me a daily dose of more speed
Washed down by guzzling a half-a-pint of morphine
Horse feed's already got you obese, just know these Rhymes
will wheel you on a trolley through the double-doors in
hospital .. Nurse pushes you over an obstacle
Your hollow nut lands in a colostomy bowl, red water
Floods the hall, now we gotta pressure-wash you off the walls
I come from a decent country unlike the U Suck Ass
Your military massacres civilians
To make their oily millions I gotta point in your face
And laugh screaming "I'm gonna kill yer!"
^To J Masta
J masta R Penis wishes he was a DJ on his avatar.
A Dick Jumper that is, careful man, you might get a scar.
I got my glock, its cocked, fully loaded.
Your flow is like a path, dirt-e-roded.
I'm the masta at words, you aren't, theres no path or way.
Found a new way to spell wack: J-M-A-S-T-A!
its called "Diss The Person Above You" did you do that?
ya where supposed to diss me, its Rap Battle combat
i think ya stupid, full of shit, that dollar shit was late
cant get anybody, cant procreate
if you where a fisher of rhymes, bet ya cant even catch bait
thats why your askign me to be your rapper soul mate
Sean-Price is gay, got beef on the USA.
I'm gonna chop of your head, serve it on a tray.
Your hyper, go to the self-glorification cypher.
Your roadkill, and I'm the windsheild wiper.
Saying your ill, if that's your testimony your jailed.
Like your a reptile, I'll leave your wackness "scaled."
Blah, freestyle.
To deprived^
still not up to the rules of this forum
dissing sean than me, im dying of boredom
so stupid, asking to battle Cannabarz
ill put both of you behind the bars
always bothering me, saying "hey J Masta is this freestyle good"
then starts to have a fit, when i say i misunderstood
ya rhymes not good go back to the "homo hood"
Look at J Masta the Pranksta.
Thinking he hot, after I flame ya!
Your a clown, got the words to prove it.
"Malkaveli, you ain't ready", comedy, use it.
Belong in comedy central, once was a gay tribute.
Got punches in my pocket and to you I'll diss-tribute!
Yes im a funny gangsta, make people laugh with all my jokes
At least i make a living, unlike this bloke
Using yur life for shit, so scared always holding a butter knife
Even Timmothy Mcviegh deserves to use yur life
even your soul hates you
mabye you could have a better life, if you switch bodies with a kangaroo!
My spits burning oil and I'm setting you on fire.
Leave your body burnt to a crisp in a quagmire.
Even if you were Mary Jane, you still wouldn't be dope!
Your career causes eye strain, can't even be seen with a microscope!
The only time you can freestyle good is pretending to be dead in a pool.
I'm going to place you in a freezer, but then you still wouldn't be cool!
Blah.
now if ya spit fire ya mite have swallowed a match, ur stupidity
i say yur fire can burn nothing but an ant city
ill knock ya out till ya breathless
commenting on yur battle, rating: 0 no success
in 5 minutes yur a dead man
suffer the same death, like what happened to the captured american
bitch you aint dope either , nothing about u is ill
dope? yea maybe some crack or some pills...
you dont even have a real name which proves your insignifacance
sorry for reigning on your parade, but i'm proving my magnifasence
dissing you....piece of cake, and yea im eating it
while u sit at home in from of the computer, beatin it
sorry i had to go there, but its all for fun
Kandy gone leave here a victorious one
*walks out and slams the door*
It's played, really, I don't feel like sayin "I fucked your mother"
I mean, this is fun to see, 2 wack fucks dissin each other!
What can I expect from u 2? Except the fact is: u'll both lose
Makes me laugh, one's oblivion, the other's claims he's a noob!
Paralyzing, leavin both ur sorry asses unconsiously fucked
Can't think of a last line really, so suck my dick u dumb sluts!
Freetyled, again.
lil kahn take ya ass back ta Islam
im the real one who fucked ya mom
sure ur battling a newbie, but im the experienced one
i go to Dubai, shot ya ass with a thompson submachine gun
posting here since april already a thousand, ya got no life
im removing ya brain with a surgical knife
Spittin back at me? Shut up, 'fore I end ur life
His verse sucked so bad, he had to edit it twice!
I'll gladly piss on him, and just simply take the win
Unlike ya avy, you aint gon make my record spin!
"Fuck you motherfucker" <--says that, and what even worse
He has to say it in his sig, coz he cant spit a real verse!
Freestyled.
Haha the pussy got owned.
Ill Kahn's fucked up, claims he's from Dubai.
He also claims he's a girl, he's not even a guy.
I know your frustrated to get on my level.
Fine, I'll get down to yours by using a shovel.
You've got 1,000 posts and already claim your "da shit".
Fuck it. Why don't you ask Darth Maul to spit?
Spit somethin quick, merk him, then I just "Send"
He got mad like a pussy, but failed at takin revenge!
WE got wackasses like u on RB, its a fuckin shame
I'll leave ya more perplexed than readin ya own name!
Don't need to spit back, ill just tell him to fuck himself
Ur custom title's just right, you're new to ur death!
Freestyled in less than a minute LMAO!
And he got owned lol.
For Kahn and Deprived
now, why you dissing his ass the nigga from Dubai
ill crush ya head, like i do to the mediterranean fruit fly
i gotta say ya rhymes where better than Kahn
ill overthrow ya take ya crown
and back to deprived, the hater
ill be the creator and america's new dictator
So weak in spittin', even ya own lyrics divorce u
I'd say you're born a bitch, but it's I who whored u!
New experience fo' me, 1st time I battle sluts
I'll nominate ya, in RB's new Hall of wackfucks!
Wantin' to get merked so bad, I'll confirm ur wish
The ending = sorry, bye bye, now bye bitch!
Hahaha good way of startin' beef.
Freestyled, and OWNED HOE!
Lmao...
You don't need to say you "freestyled" to get your point across.
Trying to fight with n00bs damn man, you already lost!
You claim your a vet, you think your a tight cat.
All you own is a pussy, so why don't you take care of that?
Your mind is congested! Its called a brain fart.
First I'll rearrange your organs, and then your battle chart.
Aiight then... last time.
Man u want a loss, here bitch, u can have this
I'll stay on ya level, and spit complete wackness!
Claimin ur a master, haha but u never been big
What kind of a dumbass props himself in his own sig!
He tries so hard to win, but its somethin he cant afford
Finish u so bad, u'll get negative numbers in ur record!
Freestyled.
Stop replyin' bitch, I'm busy, didn't I whore you enough already? Lol.
please stop posting yur rhymes are old
style old, his hair holded by slime mold
you the real won who lost
can't make better rhymes than Robert Lee Frost
my bad of course not his a lyrical poet
ya rhymes are dumb dont show it