Virbius verbiage is not on PAR WITH MINE.. stars will shine
CARBON DIOXIVDe you in a CAr killing your oxygen..popping grins
I'm kinetic energy..telepathy..memory.. symmetry..
ALIEN TELEPATHY kills VIRBIUS OFF A FUCKING MOUNTAIN..COUNTING
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Virbius verbiage is not on PAR WITH MINE.. stars will shine
CARBON DIOXIVDe you in a CAr killing your oxygen..popping grins
I'm kinetic energy..telepathy..memory.. symmetry..
ALIEN TELEPATHY kills VIRBIUS OFF A FUCKING MOUNTAIN..COUNTING
Check it:
Swinging scrotums often bash the back of your pebbles
Your rhymes are incoherent, lead was your favorite of all of your snacktime metals
You probably wanna clap nuggets but I'm gonna say pass!
Your measure of a man happens when he slides in your ass.
I could say what I want, it's not like you'll understand.
You can't even understand your own writing but it doesn't make you mad
Semi-complex emotions are for those with an IQ over 40
That's not you, but don't try and retort B
Know what, fuck it I'll do it for you
Compassion for the mentally disabled is how a real man do
Echelon's expected reply
You fucking oddball.Quote:
Originally Posted by Echelon
I saw your duck with an umbrella & thought "funny fella", must be clever, that's the kinda humour that stays young forever,
It's sure to be a hootenanny when I boot ya granny in her droopy fanny, truly, madly, deeply,
It's hung quite loosely,
I made her squirt and it looked like muesli,
Fruity, you be so vexed your ho left because you're no less than grotesque,
Now Seconds jerking more than a faux-flex rolex,
You comb pets, but all the ones you bought are lizards,
You rap like you were born with slippers,
You think you attend important dinners,
Your life, bad look, like playing dodgeball with ninjas in a hall of mirrors
Nah, your life is a bad look like your wife in a catsuit.
You eat her and leave with a black eye and a cracked tooth,
that's the sad truth. That pussy be hissing and showing claws,
so it's stinging in your vocal chords when I'm pissing in your open sores.
Bag Mandela, you are human waste, a disgrace to the human race
Nelson was a hero, you're just a zero that took his name
and used it in vain. So you should be ashamed.
But you feel nothing like a zombie that's hooked on cocaine.
Motherfucker, you better stop bringing a pen to a knife fight.
Cause I can end you like Mandela put an end to Apartheid.
With a single slice, you're dead, like a diabetic with apple pie.
Leave you bleeding from the neck with writing this battle as an alibi.
You're a horse jumping around, that's the Alekhine defense.
But in a proper game of chess, you want to keep it all tense.
That's why I shake your hand when I leave, so you won't think you lost.
But next time you wake up, it's at the feet of Mr. Woltz.
Im human waste? to say its untrue's dishonesty,
I'm a love-proof anomaly in a world of unadulterated lugubriosity,
Suck 2 dicks modestly,
Maestro da Maniacc,
Life-goals: attaining crack,
Vile odour rapist swag,
The great white hope of ladies tag,
If I catch you in the drug den lighting ya crack,
I might decide to attack n stick a knife in ya back,
This cunts vermin & I'm likely to snap,
so you know its only right Maes die in the trap
Hey, Bag Mandela...
Why’d Maestro diss your ex for? it ain’t like these texts trouble you,
I ain’t saying M won; that was a rare B.M w.
Yeah I said ‘X4’... ‘M1’... rare BMW...
Catch up.
Nah forget the models of car which it sounds like,
Coz we talkin bout B.M ex; she’s the town bike.
You talkin bout Maes’ in a trap? That’s the best you have to say?
He in your girlfriend’s pussy since she left and ran away, and it’s hella sad, but, ay, now Maes’ll get to have a play like when the cat’s away.
I’m sorry if the lines offend coz that ain’t what I intend,
But you know what they say about the plans of Maes and men.
I ain't into dissing bitches but uh....ehhem..... you know what's better than being real....... being fake......
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Virbius is the Roman resurrection of Hippolytus
Who died from taking ketamine and contracting hepatitis
In a battle, I’ll beat you three two-zero (300) like you came with Leonidas
Cause you’re ancient as a virus, so address me as Your Highness
If it’s all Greek to you, it’s cause I’m educating you
You’re a native speaker like your name was Defecating Bull
And that’s definitely true. You’re just sitting in the boring dung
While I’m French kissing; that means I’m spitting in a foreign tongue
But I’ll admit, your shit is tight like constipation
Even though you could drop a 30-hour anal compilation
Which is quite impressive. Like the way you’re sticking up for Mandela
It’s not a symbolical gesture when you smear his cock in Nutella
In other words, it ain’t gangster when you go to the mattresses
A colon with two slashes it ain’t URL-addresses
And speaking of Smack White, you better lay off the shizz
Cause he’s been seen in the rain with a sugar cane, adopting kids
But all I’m seeing is pain like abortionists in an orphanage
It’s awful, kid… you’re better off just calling it quits, yo
just a quick bar for this fool, I don't even need to drop the tool
It'll be me using him to pave the way.. when I level him like I'm trying to build a pool.
I’ll start cutting Wordz, and I ain’t need a switchblade,
If opponents ain’t up to scratch I put ‘em in graves.
Engraves? Catch that?
For fuck’s sake.
I’ll abridge his life story, cutting Wordz, got a knife brandished
Or I’ll just use these hands for Wordz like it’s sign language.
This pussy tryna see Maes vanquished. Tom and Jerry.
I’ll put Wordz in a box like a commentary on the telly.
He gon call the cops, Wordz’ll lodge a report.
I’ll put Wordz in the clouds, it’s a comical thought.
I’ll put Wordz on the ground, like a castaway,
Coz his writtens are a cry for help, and we can see that from far away.
Bitch, I’d advise that you try to hide.
I’ll attack the crew with Wordz, you can die-a-tribe.
I treat knife violence like an art form just to quell depression,
I’ll get the point and put it into Wordz, that’s self expression.
we don't listen to whatever you say, you nerd.. I hate you virb..
the simple fact that you're on a text site means you're a slave to words.
I'll bang out a quick bar or two and leave you leaking on the pavement
blow a hole threw your roof, clear out 100 miles just cos I don't give a fuck what your statement.
you wrote a bunch of meaningless trash, just name dropped me a lot
dude said "Wordz" so many times, it was like he was trying summon AhGod.
It ain’t Maes, it’s Maestro, -technique flame like pyro-
My flow’s encoded like hieroglyphics in Cairo
The style will last millennia like embalming a pharaoh
With the brain intact, cryogenically frozen with the eyes open
Wordz, you can’t see me, I’m thee Siddharta Gautama
The True God is within me, not a heavenly father
All your bla bla is nada, no “kami no kotaba”
You should stick to what you know like Hakuna Matata
I’m flabbergasted by these whack ass, half ass punks, yo
You should retire like the cast to the Jackass stunt show
And the bitch above me is weak. He’s showing no class
So I ain’t dropping Your Name like Steve-O on his ass
Ayo fuck it… I feel like royalty in the slums
All I’m seeing is bums chewing with no teeth in the gums
You couldn’t write a dope rhyme with a gun to your head
Cause your mind is like a blank page, covered in lead
“It’s not Maes it’s Maestro”... pfft. bitch, it’s absurd,
We’ve all seen you struggle with finishing Wordz.
It’s only Wordz. your shit’s superficial.
If I wanted to see Maes with Wordz I’d watch Stuart Little.
It’s Maestro da Psycho.
Meh, who’s he?
Oh a Maniacc? with two c’s?
Wewwwweee!
They say madness is when you repeat your actions and expect a different result... uh, best of three?
You can tell he’s a maniacc, coz he spells it with an extra c.
He doesn’t even need a name like that, the rest can see, let’s agree...
The guy’s plainly crazy since he’s on here tryna mess with me.
A deity of destruction, I was raised to reign and razed terrain.
You tryna body Ahgod, I embody a god, so we ain’t the same.
Go to hell... Ahgoddamn him.
Strange we have a Maniacc with Wordz in here and I’m the one who ran-tings.
I hide bodes in alcoves. that’s a niche reference.
A Maniacc saying Ahgod died? that’s a Nietzsche reference.
He got the sanity to know he’s mad? that’s very true.
Fuck one gunshot, he gotta Catch 22.
Sorry cuz, that’s a book reference.
I should face life in jail for what I did with Wordz. And that’s a good sentence.
Ironman tryna buy a gram at a British dance party... Stark raving.
Maestro’s doctor be like “hmm, acute mania? he’ll feel better with sedatives when his heart’s racing,
Plus he’s got supportive relatives and a therapist I have vast faith in.
Oh wait, he’s a maniacc? with two c’s? then he’s utterly fucked and we can’t save him”.
Ay, yo...
I got that ‘Men in Black actor tryna pet a yak’ swagger.
Was that a line which you didn’t expect?
Probably, yeah, I’m willin’ to bet (/Will in Tibet).
This guy’s dropping names like he’s under interrogation
So before any sentence he’d share information with Perry Mason
and Sherlock Holmes and them. It’s obvious. He’s fairytaling
But my lyrics will improve IQ’s like Genius annotations
Matter fact, name dropping that bad only comes from college freshmen
At the lessons they’re in Jeopardy; cause all their answers are called in question
And Virb is no exception. He’s quoting books he’s never read
But in the end he’ll never get it like a fella that’s celibate
It’s evident. He’s the 45. President:
Beefing with the intelligence
You wish death upon me, but you can join the rest of them
And in case you don’t know, that’s many, many, many, many men…
Ayo…
Check it.
You’re a grown man talking about mice. Want me to talk about verbs?
“Virbs is only a fraction of Wordz”, homie that crap is absurd..
And I didn’t kill AhGod, it was just a spur of rationality
But I can resurrect AhGod like Nietzsche did in The Birth of Tragedy
Actually..
I studied philosophy at the highest level
Not astrology in a Mayan temple
That’s why you get left behind like Ptolemy at the science festival
My mind’s incredible like I’m buying fentanyl
Identical minds think alike, that’s why our kinds are separable
My rhymes are technical and every sign is integral
The letters combine together like negative ions are tending to bind in chemicals
So when I write F-L-O, the W is inevitable
Word is bond and impenetrable
But anyway, let’s get back to the bull..
You said Maestro’s a psychopath. And that’s true. I’m on the righteous path
Of killing any MC I see with a motherfucking Viking axe
And yeah, that might sound good.. there’s no apologies for the prosody
But that’s the only way to get into heaven in Norse mythology
Will Smith in Tibet? What’s that? This guy’s playing the Bongcloud?
You ain’t Einstein or Jordan, more like Dalai Lama when you stick your tongue out
That was light in my eyes, “interrogation”,
Gon be spilling his guts, no hesitation.
He getting closer to Ahgod, it’s hella blatant,
Suffice to say either way might display some Revelations.
Check the statement...
A mental patient...
He pleads diminished responsibility, coz he’s psycho, a crazy act, writes so insane in-fact it’s Maestro da maniacc...
Got him picking which defensive vest to best deflect if I chose to spray the gat, cryogrenades, an axe, a knife thrower’s blade attacks...
I mean, who could blame him if the guy goes and takes the flak.
Watch out I keep this bitch on a leash
She might bite but she's outta your reach
I feed her once a day bones not the meat
She barks a lot but it's not bad as her bite
She bit me once so I kicked her in twice
Sometimes she's nice and protects the premises
She never sleeps just to piss off my nemesis
When she was a pup I spit in her mouth
Just so she'll know I'm her master when she goes outside of her house
She's a good dog to me but we're not the same
She'll go for your neck until you only feel pain
She's my bitch and Virbius is her name
Even though you a bitch, i'm still gonna say it, you a BITCH!
an mc admitting to biting, like a female dog... you a BITCH!!!
and i know this shit gonna make you chew the bit
you be spittin loser shit out ya mouth, spewin sick shit
only when it's a retard dirty ass nigga who infested with a std
and aids dribbles down the loosest lips, you should quit
you should spit that shit out your mouth, like you could rip ill rhymes
bitch please, next time think before you just pick up the mic ( if you ever do )
and watch your words before you battle thun and blabber cunt
or you might get taken out, like youza snitch, or by a dude who's rich
and you chewin clips... cuz honestly, i know you new to this,
i know you don't know who this is
you a writer, but you never grew with Ink
so maybe get some more skill before you presume to think
you ill,
and maybe one day you could have your own producer, BITCH!
I am a bitch
Why?
Cuz according to you I'm a bitch (whooo!)
Someone must be high
Sounds reasonable enough
Hey, at least when I battle I try
Not like you bitch, bitch, bitch
All mad accusations I musta struck a chord
Hey man, why you rhyming like that?
Is it cuz you're sick of me dominating the boards?
Look, I don't even hate you
So if you need to vent go ahead
I can tell by your rhymes that your life sucks anyway
I admit I've yet to grab a mic
But when I do
I'll excel twice as better than you
So next time you come at me I suggest sounding clever
Instead of "BITCH BITCH BITCH" 😭😭😭
I fuckin hate you cuz you rap better than me boohooo.
hahaha, that shit is real as fuck, love the ending. not even gonna reply.. thanks for the rhyme. ill shit.
Damn champ...
Ink’s back, like a tramp stamp.
I’mma finish with Ink, my signature move, I hope he left a will,
I’mma take something sharp and stick it in Ink, ain’t a feather quill.
I’mma put something harmful in Ink, fuck a libel spat,
Ink’s on some cultural appropriation like a tribal tat.
I ain’t afraid of Ink, fuck a pocket protector,
I’ll wipe Ink off the board like I’m a college professor.
This is a forum. on a goddamn computer. please think...
So, to be clear, nobody here needs Ink.
Bitch, I’m stylusin’ on you.
For fuck’s sake.
Your name’s criminally shit, and not to offend
But if you call yourself Ink you belong in the pen.
Ink ain’t that bright, that’s what it’s highlighting,
Ink ain’t showing up, like spy’s writing.
I Ain’t Tryna Set The World On Fire, that’d be crazy,
But if Ink’s Spotted in my ends, then, uh, Maybe.
Here I was gonna write some Squid Games bars with a few links,
Nah, that’s played out, I’ll just shoot Ink.
I’ll shoot Ink, kid, who needs Splatoon?
I’ll spray and leave Ink all over the wall, bitch, read the room.
I’ll drop Ink and wipe the floor with Rags to absorb that mess.
I’mma put down Ink and get crazy reactions, that’s a Rorschach test.
Virbius
I'm not gonna diss you
Congratulations I'm gonna kiss you
Kidding
But I'm sick and tired of putting other MCs down
I'd like to take this time to give avshout out to my favorite clowns
Violent J and Shaggy 2 dope
You 2 were telling everyone to F there moms before Eminem did
It's just ashame you fd upped by calling him Slim Anus that diss wasn't so smart and you should put more thought in it
Anyways no regrets
You guys were fun to listen to
My first two rap albums
Great Milenko and Riddle Box cha !
Nas... the world is yours playing Tony Hawks Underground
It felt like you were really speaking to me when I heard that song
So I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
I'll line from illmatic
When I first heard the intro
I knew I was in love with the album
Eminem
Super hard on I'm soldier
Fn pissed of white boy but fearless
Super spectacular lyrical
I think you think of rhymes all day
Not just rhymes but concepts too and clever punchlines
Jus Allah..... my man
All Fates Have Changed
My favorite album
Cha !
So many other rappers that influenced me
I'd like to thank you all
You know who you are
As for me
I ain't gonna make a buck out of my talents
Just refine my freestyling
Freestyle lifestyle for reals
Thank you
Speech over an out ✌
Some of yall need pills lmao
You're grounded, you little motherfucker.
Yes, I said you're grounded and I did not stutter.
No more Xbox gaming with your My Little Ponies!
No playing patty cake with your mall powerwalk homies.
Think you're going crocheting? Think again!
You are grounded from now until January 10!
So help you if you talk back to me, it will extend longer.
I'll run over your happiness like a car ran over Frogger.
Accept your punishment, Marion, and do it with a smile.
If I see you frown I will make you run a mile.
And if you cry I will make you do a 40 yard dash.
After which you'll see me throw your diary in the trash!
You may to hide in your room and weep to your teddy.
at 7:00 you may go downstairs and eat some spaghetti.
But so help you if you try to steal a cookie.
I will have your kneecaps broken by a drunk local bookie...
Ok, that was harsh. That last part won't happen.
I'll tell your ex Gordon that you cheated at Madden.
His family gon be screaming out his name with a gasp of woe and asking if he might survive as he starts to go, so it’s funny we gonna keep hearing ‘Eyes!’ (/ayes) when the answer’s no.
Gonna be a direct hit on Eyes, ain't a glancing blow.
Yeah I said direct hit on Eyes but it’s hard to show unless I treat em like punching bags with the parts below:
I’ll take a mace or a cane and I’ll batter the guy,
A cudgel or club, just one tap and he’ll die,
Nah ain’t ain’t even need weapons so that was a lie,
Ain’t no thing, I’ll kill him without batting an Eye.
Now the reaper’s due, you ain’t gotta give me a weapon to sleep the dude, bitch please just give me a reason to.
You ain’t gifted kid, this from me to you. I’mma put hands on Eyes so don’t act surprised like it’s peekaboo.
I’mma leave this guy bled, turning Eyes red like some dank cannabis.
I’mma take out Eyes with my hands like it’s Pan’s Labyrinth.
Nah I’mma throw a grenade and that shit’ll be fabulous, he gon be seeing angels and it’s simply miraculous, there’ll be Eyes everywhere, like they’re biblically accurate.
Greetings Robert III
You're a twat & a sperg
You said you grounded me
but that was not what occurred
I was a troubled teen,
yeah, mom was perturbed
but you spent my youth in jail
cuz you got popped with some herb
Got turned into a punk,
clobbered & served
And forced to boof parcels
poopin' Klonopin turds
At least those are benzos
so they were calmin' your nerves
While the prison rape that changed your sitting posture occurred
That's why you self-mutilate,
vomit & purge
And get on some Brokeback shit when your bottom gets spurred
That's like a quadraple entendre...
Absurd
I'll get this retard redacted at the drop of a word
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Sorry I’m tryna keep control of how mad I get,
But I ain’t done with killing the last guy met.
You know the show Love is Blind? shit’ll match my threat,
How now I got a Marion I ain’t clapped Eyes yet.
Damn I should’ve battled Marion instead, they’d all love to watch it,
And nobody wants to see this other motherfucker with his utter dogshit,
I snuck in a mention that the public perception is I must’ve botched it?
Nah, don’t reply, I’mma go for Eyes... fuck the optics.
He told you you gon get redacted. fam, stop.
I’mma put this bitch in a black box, or you gonna get dropped off the damn docks.
You told him he’s grounded, you downright twat,
Shoulda known bro ain’t going out like that.
You write like ChatGPT it’s a bit wordy, since your script’s nerdy, shit I sure hope your whip’s sturdy coz it’s gonna get shot up while you’re half way home at, like, six thirty, and...
You get the picture ay, Eye? I’ll be loading Midjourney.
Kill yourself, bitch, I’m tryna spare you a worse shock,
This material going over Eyes like it’s Bird Box.
He’ll need a closed casket funeral if his rhymes are rowdy, they gonna have to shut the lid on Eye, more than slightly drowsy.
Ay I’m a monster with the ink, what you gonna write about me? I’mma aim a massive cannon straight at this guy if he tries to doubt me, gonna see through his torso like he’s Mike Wazowski.
Yo, bro, I’m just establishing the vision,
I’mma take out Eye, like The Bride from Kill Bill in her battle with a villain,
Ay wait, that ain’t an adequate decision,
You’re more like The Bride, thought you’d get to Marion ...you didn’t.
This is actually the most creative anybody has gotten with Ink as the topic, at least as a diss toward me. this shit was actually awesomely ill.
Ink's back, and you're gonna have to get me off of your back like laser removal
you're fake, and refusal to admit it ain't gonna make haters include you
you played, not like your music, but because bitches make you look stupid
You hangin with InkD bitch, while i listen to slipknot, coz i'm tight as a noose is
Your bitch likes Inks D bitch, and that bitch likes the dick hot, and she's so tight that I lose it
It's a fact that when you battle me, is the only time that you're creative with Ink
Any other time you make an attempt, and people say that you sick, they're playin you kid
My raps be fadin you quick, like when the ink's in the pen and losin fluid, that's because i'm sprayin you bitch
anyway, i got no more time to waste on this spit, you ass, like the back of a waist where it splits
you got taste, but it's tastin' like shit, remember, the only time you get creative with this
is when you playin with ink, so stop playin with ink, because you're so weak
that when you try to pick up a pen? it be breakin your wrist.
First I got another one for Eyes, wait a moment...
Nobody’s betting he’d win, ain’t a brave opponent...
I’mma send him to the afterlife, make a great commotion...
If you’ve read what I said then the main components are to frame the notion that if you’re putting money on Eyes it’s to pay the boatman.
Hey, it’s InkD. who invited this guy over?
Prolly EyeDealIstic, now he inspires what you write, so uh...
I saw you mentioned Slipknot when I read through your lines closer,
But you’re like their second album... what’s that called? Eye-ower.
Stop complimenting my bars, you’re disrupting the bad vibes,
I’m battling you, and even you’re on my damn side.
Bro I know I’m dope, there’s no need for that.
My pen game gon fuck him up, because he’s a twat, and Ink on my goddamn dick like a penis tat.
Yo, I know I’m an evil prick,
Ink D... what’s that mean? ...needle-dick.
I’m glad you like my bars, but you’re misconstruing what we’re sitting doing.
Ain’t tryna match-you like picchu; this ain’t something Ink-can ruin.
Usually I’m kinda nice, like, ‘oh hi!’
Since it’s Ink, more like ‘go dye’.
Oh don’t provoke him, you know I’m only joking bout this kid’s demise,
I got the W before Ink, huh, you all saw what I did with Eyes.
I logged on, like, “oh someone replied to my lines. I might not win”...
Saw the ‘link’, thinking I might ‘take away the L’... then I got him.
You bite Marvelous bars then you sit and you brag...
For stealing Art’s material, I’ll put Ink in a bag.
Please, I mean, we ain’t the same.
Ink an’ Eye in the palm of my hand. David Blaine.
Ink an’ Eye... like some squid tryna escape a shark.
His parents named him Ink, they must’ve known they’d made a mark.
More of y’all would vote for my lines, he’d never reach the score...
God, think, I got Ink... he couldn’t even draw.
I’mma play an antyhero, like Paul Rudd.
I just read Ink on the page, I’mma draw blood.
Die slow, right bro? just in case y’all doubt...
Since it’s Ink I’m thinking his death should be drawn out.
Damn I’m psychopathic and it’s kind of tragic,
Since it’s Ink I might make the violence graphic.
Dude, it’s like I threw a few nukes and you bring gats;
That’s a mushroom cloud versus Ink-caps.
Bet if I cut him right now he’d bleed hella pink.
He fuckin’ hides from beef, like a leather kink.
I’mma belittle him so bad, have to get a shrink.
If he’s taking shots there’s zero proof, like he never drinks.
Hmm...
Ay, wait, If you’ve read what I said and ain’t get the link then you’ve yet to think
What I’m basically saying... my lines endin’ Ink.
I prefer my own company, but give me that work if it’s viable.
I mean business, and if it ain’t endin ‘Inc’ I’ll be personally liable.
When I uppercut him in NY, then the man lands in San Fran in a big mess...
Coroner’s sure to guess the cause of death... launching Ink-west.
Ah your shit was neat, but with you material you should fold and admit defeat, and then...
Uh.
Wait, I was gonna say with your material you should fold before I get the iron and bring the heat, but I didn’t, so either way it’s right to say it was Ink an’ pleat.
It was a novel idea to attempt to diss me, but when i decided to read your reply
I wasn't guessing i'd have to read a novels idea, like harry potters second edition, where he flies
speaking of flying cars, my punchlines will smash you back in time, like you're marty mcfly
and auto wreckers will have to fix the dent, you're getting a fix of InK, and now you're starting to cry
and you're wishin bitch, that it was tattooed tears, like niggaz in the pen, but if you try to think again...
when you relay to your bitch ass friends, what your homie said when you were visitin?
is the only time you kick that gangsta shit, my minds so sharp, that my words will shank a bitch
You're fake, and the only time you come close to bein ill? is when you lie to your moms and pretend you're sick
and you thought you had style, but you're skippin class, remember it's InK you're attracted to
when you have thoughts of grippin cash, remember it's cash these bitches are attracted to,
when you have thoughts of gettin ass, so remember it's me that you owe, when your bank just didn't last
I'm InK, and that means you're getting quickly splashed, when i spill this shit, and i won't stop until you're lips are gashed
trust me i will attack, you wrote a whole chapter, with you're most creative attempt to kill my raps
seriously, like home décor, you could fill a pad, with a million sentences, you're still just whack
you could get at me with a villians tact, you still ain't bad, because you're no Michael Jackson
but i know your scalps starting to burn, when you see that InK kills with fast attacks to your grill and cracks
your jaw as he taps you with force instilled within that's enormous and slaughters your will as i score your chin
as i split your cap, you're styles outdated, it's old and withered, you should have been with bolder figures
because your weak ass words aren't getting at me, they don't have an effect, even if you wrote that shit in CAPS.
bitch.
All the money In the world couldn’t help you win..yep he a Yankees fan.
Shanked and stabbed. I’ll go easy on you.. no need to thank me man.
Your INK blank and bland . Just a cheap box of BICs
I’m landed lots of hits, he blocks his ribs I’ll knock his chin
Stop it kid..
This fuckin guy.
[insert a shrug and sigh]
He read a long Echelon rap and left effusive praise.
He always thanks those who vote against him, it seems super strange.
He’s always hella mellow.
Such a pleasant fellow.
How long til Mid’ll-man up, it’s a bit absurd:
I’m gonna give him the business, more than this kid deserves, how now he gonna get a cut which he didn’t earn.
Ah well, you live and learn, or die and don’t, no big concern.
Said he may change stage name, and that’s shit’s confirmed, but they’ll still all call him ‘mid’ as a descriptive term.
You said your stage name’s Abz and it seems a bit shoddy,
Oh shit, sorry.. I think I just worked it out, and this a Mid body.
Your bitch can suck my dick, and since your bench press awful
It’s like Abz turned to flab, coz I, uh... ex-pectoral.
I just told the guy above you, the coroner’s gonna have to establish the cause of that prick’s death,
But that line might apply to you too, so it’s inc. West.
If you thinking him an’ Ink-are-wrecked, well, they ain’t wrong assumptions.
It’s conquest, like, what West? nothing’s left of my moral compass.
Y’all saw the drop’s abundance, that was something more profound,
Fuck a moral compass, bitch, you’ve never even drawn a round.
You’re too light to fight me with your punches, no big debate,
So I’ll kill a more fitting opponent real quick. Mid’ll wait.
Since Ink D dissed me in his shitty rap.
I’ll bust Ink, just think, that’s tit for tatt.
Ay, Midwest, everyone tells you your punches are weak as fuck but your flows are fresh,
Not to mention condescension, no one shows respect.
It’s like you’re getting buried in the cellar, this is concrete, going over heads...
This the worst West ever... shit, I’d rather go to bed with Rose and Fred than read one more word which this poser said.
Virbius is always talkin about killing, and bustin me... like waiting to score... i'm waiting for this herb to appear
and i've been waiting for a while now... and there's still no virbius near... seriously, who is this virbius queer?
you've been bustin at the crowd so long now, and you're still waiting for an applause, and they heard you real clear
but seriously? you're undeserving of cheers, death is certainly near, and you're still learning from peers
you've been doing this rap shit all this time, and you're still burning with fear, i learnt in an instant
what you learn in a year, even my raps are more valuable than what you earn in a year
you lucky you readin this shit, and it's some shit you ain't heard in your ear
who is this bitch? you might of seen him, in an episode of that show, i forgot its name... uhh...
oh yeah, he's that person in cheers, that fat motherfucker, with the curly ass hair
I decided to serve him with words that are clear, that definitely fucked him up, while he slurs in his chair
and he's about to get his head cut off with bars, and it's definitely turning red, like when he gets cut off from the bar
because the bartender got sick of serving him beers...
next time think twice before you talk shit about being murderous, seriously, that shit just doesn't work for punks
you should just fall in line, because you're about to take a fall with lines, verbally heightened to disturb your mind
you're more pussy than a spurting hymen, you got game, but I dispersed your line men, you need to work on rhyming
Get some skill before you disperse your lines man, and definitely work on timing, because you're not dope...
maybe it's because i took the white out, like when i got on and made a deal, and turned into a night owl
because i don't sleep on niggaz, and you wanted to erase me, but InkD's staying, The InK is staining
and turning you red, while i'm earnin some cred, for coverin up shoddy work like yours, like a blackout tattoo
and destroying virbius' rep.
Virb took all the nameflips, I gotta think of some other shit
Get beamed up: Zelda & Rogan, you gon Link with the Mothership
Oh you hate gunbars? Geek, well then suck a dick
My secretary's stamp pad: press Ink with the rubber grip
Sike, I brought a knife- not the type you're eatin' your butter with
Think all-girl dorms, leave you leakin' as punishment
as you bleed from a dozen slits like you synced with the other chicks
Virb, give it up... go help your mom skeet some more
How you down double digits when we're not keepin' score
Ya bars make me wish Pizarro's boat did not leave the shore
Worst thing Ink n Eyes seen since the conquistadors
Switch it the fuck up, your shit's lackin' a lot of skill
We're all seeing Eyes n Ink like the back of a dollar bill
It's wack cause you're not as ill
Listen here, Mary: stop having sex with guys.
I read the police report and could not believe my eyes.
They say proactivity solves problems and I am a believer.
But yours won't be solved by stuffing your butt with weiner.
Other mens semen is practically oozing out of your ears
You're known for chugging creation cream like I chug beers.
Yet you sit there smiling with a smear of man mayo on your cheek
Do not message me again asking me to "butter up" your "beak".
Eyedealistic wins awards: "Most Hype Faggot", true
Gay intrusive thoughts clearly ghostwrite raps for you
Robert dropped some faggot shit?? Oh my! That was new
A breath of fresh air... through an old dry sack of poo
Post some more poofter shit, I won't write back to you
We hope AIDS gets you or the Pulse guy claps at you
Mary, you are nude man producer,
a guy seducer and a nut volume reducer.
You are sassing Mr Eye, I'm gonna make you cry
until you run out of tears and can only whine and sigh.
You often feel another mans breath on your back
your favorite meal comes from another man's sack.
You ask every fella to bonk out your brains
so by this point you must be miles past insane.
I’ll put a gun up to Eye like a sniper scope... ay, wait, that ain’t the right approach...
I put a potato on the end of my rifle bro, but that doesn’t mean that it’s silenced though, just tryna show, I can wreck anything coming from Eye da hoe.
Whut?
I already said my material going over Eyes like it’s fuckin’ Birdbox.
You said something about Mary... shoulda ducked this jerkoff
You think you’re Natural Born Killers... now consider apparently
You’re Roberto’s alt account and your lyrics are parody,
Mr Motley’s here too, and that shit’s a catastrophe,
Coz if it’s Marry-an’ Rob shit... I’m thinking Mickey and Mallory.
If I see him on road, do I slow my van?
And reverse for Marion? ...no i raM.
I could make Eye move quick in my sleep like lucid dreami... oh you know the rest.
Marion, you sucking his dick, it makes me so depressed, yo why blow Eye like a glaucoma test?
More of y’all read my lines, yeah I’m the guy to choose,
So I’mma put Eye in the sky and get those higher views.
Marion said I used up all the name flips for Ink, there’s more left to play on,
The most childish gangster... forget Ink I’mma get my Kray on.
I’mma leave Ink leaking, this about to get so messy...
If you’ve seen the scene from Casino, please, don’t test me, talkin bout getting stabbed by Ink in a bar, he ain’t Joe Pesci.
This all an Eyedealistic nameflip... he’s just sore this shit’s perfection.
He seems like a trump supporter, and it’s fit to mention, but he only showed up on January 6th because of misdirection... forget a big deception over rigged elections, it only caught this kid’s attention coz someone said he’d get to see a massive ‘insurrection’ but he misheard the word and missed off the beginning section.
Furthermore...
I got some guns with a laser sights, and if I had to pull a piece,
I’d put a dot over an Eye, who needs the Capitol police?
There's only one Verb,
And to do with doing, you got some nerve,
I'm about to go through your shit, like a drug search,
You don't want that smoke, I got it so much my lungs burst,
I'm keep this sacred shit at bay... like a nuns purse.
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I might climb into his home through a tight duct, then his life’s fucked,
When I raise a metal tube over his head and the guy’s struck…
He called himself Verbalize, so I’m like, shucks…
I’m the one who’ll be tryna vent, and gotta pipe up.
Gotta pipe up? that was next level… think Super Mario in Bowser’s castle when it’s been breached…
Jeez, preach… I said gotta pipe up, and Super Mario, see how far these themes reach? either way it’s right to say… ‘frees-peach’.
We ain’t the same… bro, behave, before I load the gauge,
When you’re expressing yourself you just expose your rage, and then I’m x-pressing myself coz I just close the page.