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evil siccologist damn that name is gay/
u entering the big leagues boy u sure u ready to play/
fuck around wit dis man here bitch ill have u dazed/
ull be fazed for five days tryin to find ways/
to beat me like u beat yo pee pee/
yo people will all see dont fuck wit harmoney/
i bet u think u hot after that lil shit that u flipped/
evil is quick to say he's sick when he's just a gay bitch/
so next time think about what u say before u postin that shit/
rep is most everything here u dont want it fucked up that quick/ =/
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shit the docta in the hooouuuse
ladies leave its time for the gay crowd
(talkin')"hi baby, fine lady wasn't talking to you anyway, so what's yo name"
"i'm scott and what the fuck you touchin my dame"
"sorry i didn't mean to..."
"of course you didn't i'd whoop yo ass but gay people sue")*
bitch i get more pussy than a pussy cat do
when i know that i'm gonna go to yo show
ill sit in the back row so i don't get amped and throw a blow
comin straight at you
so how long you gonna keep dissin
for one more hour or is it 2
damn you just don't listen do you
by the way we didn't double team you
you just suck he had to diss you
you are above him ain't you
ain't this forum called diss the bitch above you
doesn't state one above or 2
so fuck he chose the weaker one.... you.... (ohhhhh)**
*talking between mr. o and a made up scott
** like when you diss someone and people go ohhh
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where you at abi, a copy cross-dressin geek
I don't care how many gonna cop like they sweet
wanna claim a homosexual you not too elgible
swing on that side of the tree yourself, fool
talkin bout the doctor with a point you try make valid
Abi callin em vegetarian, he loves his tossed salad
now who's the faggot? and you'll try to answer it
I curse you from the first verse, leavin ya tongue cancerous
your art is parched, dry, and I'll spit like a camel
I'll leave you in shambles ramblin, spittin out yo enamels
get a handle on your rhyme then try again, get wit me
you'll be more fucked then Jenna Jamersons titties
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ha ha this florida simpson think he can get on rb and spit a whole lotta shit
last time this bitch went to tha doctor he told him he better stay fit
or he would end up being detroyed and trust me docta o we aint ya boi
ya rhymes barely make sense and ya wordplay is startin to annoy me
see that lolipop in your avi's hand hes tellin u to suck it
see your face in tha mirror my fists just stuck it
fuck it i aint even gotta drop another line
but i will just to tell u to elevate next time...
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wow a skater you suck
you fuck domb luck
chuck my nuck if you buck
faggot shadow moma likca
sticka faggot how lea lkca
yo amaa sik to aid like ahitc
i killa nigiato kill like a bitch
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It's been said before, by someone dope in battle...
But I'll turn this fuckin south paw into a dog paddle.
Kid's hard at work, so I'll get to bopping this whore...
Then let him back in the studio, for mopping the floor.
Cuz you's clean up at best, and I don't mean batter...
Since nothing you write will ever fuckin matter!
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If your born to kill,
Then why have 93 people cooked your ass like chicken on a grill,
I like the lesbo position,
To bad pussy aint your mission,
I know you like the dick,
Thats why you follow around the gay cliche.
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z-sguare u gay and we dont care bout u or wat u fell//
so dont fuck wit me unless you'd like the feel of a touch of steel/
like a new born babby i'll put u to wrest...ur ryhmes more soft then
pregnant womenaz breasts//
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why cant you unskilled kids write six lines
producing bitch rhymes
" crowns for the wack " hey look man, its king time
babblin bout newborns, your fresh off the block
cant come def off the top
i crash ya fuckin pc so ya messages stop
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Ok I wont fuck with you no DOubt,
Cause your obvously the king of verbal clout,
But when it comes to guns, you run and shout,
and right there its obvious what your about,
So Im not worried bout steel,
Cause Internet threats arent real.
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il slice u dice u,
put these lyrics on a statue,
where everyone can see my,
because i punked u,stumped u,
grab yo ass by ur shirt an snuff u,
get yo gun glocks an pump u,
not full of bullets but full of dill,
cuz son these the internet threats ,
these the ones that are 4 rill
holla at cha white boi~1~
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aight look Z squared, ill have you fleeing scared/
outta sight, screamin, like you seen a NIGHTMARE/
DISCIPLE, wut? i fuckin wipe my butt/
wit MC's like you, you fuckin trifling slut/
my rifle is my mouth, and words is ammo/
verbally ambush you, call hip hops rambos/
full body camo, droppin lyrical bombs on ya ear/
you best run the fuck away, cuz ya blood will smear/
across the mirror, when my silhoette appears/
lyrical spirit,and im motioning you near/
then when in range,i rip ya neck in half/
quit rappin now, cuz all you spittin is laughs/
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To hottboi
ayo man what you know about a gun and the clip
when the only heat you packs got a plastic tip
Ima tell you somethin, white or not
you should be taken into the street and shot
you think you tha shit well, lets hit it up
I'll beef you any day, so lets rip it up
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I smoked the leaf in ya avatar and left you hopeless/
You got elementary rhymes, and your ass is dopeless/
Dude lives by the keyboard, and dies by the keyboard/
So why your wack ass got be the victim of me for/
I'm still baggin' on ya, like my nuts in your eyes/
You spit like a amatuer porn star with a bit of suprise/
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milon's in his own zone, like a kids pettin zoo...
if it wasn't fo his name, who culd tell he's new
soft as a georgia peach, this kid is askin fo a wuppin
noweight is lightweight, n the practice is in the puddin
he's wackless, oh my badd i meant laughless...
n so easy to smoke, i think the crack-fits
