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Bitch please go get a new job...
Cause its so obvious that rapping aint for you son
You suck like a hungry newborn from the mammal kingdom
You a fucking moron, go save your mom from prostitution
You dont belong here, so go for another career
And if i ever see you near i'll leave you in a wheelchair...
Mackzimus Rayge, get back to your cage
I didn't say you could come out
your ugly face can't be shown outside, while the sun's out
you need to learn your role and know the game
looking like the hip hop version of the hunchback of Notre dame
you know your lame, can't spit to save your life
too dull, while my lines are as sharp as a freshly shaven knife
sharp enough to peel hairs, I see your a lil scared
beat you so horribly, you'll start praying to god..like he'll care
make me a cover bitch and ill throw it out
your like the little tea pot short and stout
you think you have game and have some knowledge
but i am better, and take you lyrically hostage
all 9 of your lines i consider to be garbage
I am like tom brady,always gaining the yardage
i can out smart you in several different ways
subtract weight from your name, that leaves you instantly gay
and i can pick you apart on every single axis
it is apparent to me i'm the master of atlas
i put work my on craft blood sweat an tears
im the top dog here filled with bunch of queers
no skills no rappin i bring life in this room
u can call me action jackson when u see nigga's move
restructor i be ur resirector u couldnt get errctions if u took a little pills
ur girl said ur penis is the size of a kids
couldnt be in my level watch ur mouth hannible's back
act up again ur about to get smacked
I left for a couple of seconds and these wack ass
think they can pull my weight while sniffin' that grass
in my hood Bitches like yall are not tolerate
I hate to do this cuz I put hanible in the fun box... terminate
Im the hardest in the universe call me Almighty Sword
Leave ya'll on ya'll knees like handicaps when I war
I move niggas like housing when I smack the clips
then Leave them beggin for mercy like a bitch on some hard dicks
ima beat this bit h up till hisfukkin pussy sore
how tha fukk u gunna win a gun fight wit a sword
By the sound of your rhymesdude your lyrical shit
So do us all a favr give up. Quit
See I'm in for the kill and I stay in my zone
For all I care the 'almighty sword can suck my almighty bone
Or maybe the chrome, either way u Berta leave it alone
B4 Ur whole family gets waked by KILLZONE
If you even reach for the microphone stand
I'll swing blades like Konan,then hand you own hand
I'm a lunatic that'll beat with a can of tuna fish
then laugh at you, because I forgot why I'm doing this
scary ass talking about how you bring the the guns out
when the only time you come out the house, is when the suns out
knock you out in one bout, you can't talk shit
once I rip your tongue and your lungs out
need to come harder lyrically, or go home and got to bed
fuck lil wayne, I really will drop the world on your head
yall really should rethink ya whole swag of rhyming Im just suggesting
cause even if you could push* work you wouldn't be im-pressing*
Atlas you kind of last for my geography* lesson
so even if you could pass(past) the class* you will be in a state* of depression*
my ego's high im marvelous on a cloud in the heavens*
you under me..that explains why you a 6 and im 7 (666- 7 is a holy number)
im not impressed with a text style from you on your best day
im burning victims and then leaving them til next Fry-day
Bastard you posted twice, but with these three bars your toe gets tagged
You aint no expert, i'mma beat you till your bones get cracked
And while your ghost is out on exile, your hoe gets banged
She hungry for dough, i'll fuck her till her hole get scars
You aint hard, your name tag says you black n mild
So stop acting like you wild when you can't even hurt a fly
Waste of time, cause dropping hot rhymes is not for your kind
My advice is you resign and dine with a herd of swine....
you need to just stop, because you rap wack
I'll snap into place like a snap back
lyrically you get pissed on and laughed at
I'm killing all you half ass, has beens, with this hazmat
but scratch that...Lets get straight to the point
the only time your rhymes are dope is when you use them to make a joint
you should have listened when I warned you to step back
rap circles around you,and leave your head spinning until your neck snaps
I'll come through like BP and cover your fam in jet black
Face it mate, you're too fake
You'r rapping gives me a tooth ache
You sound like you tryna sell cookies at a clam bake
You think you got it all
Your lyrics full of flaws
Is this a dream? Pinch me so I could be awake
To witness the faggety Fag tryna rappity rap
Probably with one hand using the other to masturbate
*haha this is my second attempt at ever writing rhymes :$)
Get this noob outta here, this is og stuff.
forget tryna selll cookies who ever heard of a clam bake son?
and your not the worst here but your status is clear
your either a 13 year old girl or a 31 year old queer
stay in heaven we don't want you on this earth.
so hell will freeze over if you ever put me below dirt.
I laugh at your act, and i aint lyin fag.
You'll never get an encore on stage unless your dressing in drag.
Get this chomo outta here,he on some mike jackson shit
lil boy raper ill hit ya in the chops everytime ya suck anotha cock,
ill put you in the dirt fuck six lets make it 12
like ya age, lil munchin how u even function
is it clear now queer, throw ya in the garbage for all the junk u give
hairy ball sucker u a fuckin faget write a note an tagit
on ya face that says "IM A FUCKIN FAGET"
im done with this bitch dissin him was a synch
honestly bro Ur whack u suck u can't rap
I would give u a punchline but all I need is a slap
it's called diss the bitch above you, that's all u gotta do
it's not hard bro take notes. better yet go back to school
educate your self bro and plz quit talkin about dicks
And queers and faggets cuz honestly noone gives a shit
Ur a bitch. simple and plain bro u can't handle the heat
so quit tlkin like your hard before you get your ass beat
stick a fork In this dude he's done, down for the count
so fuck this last line I don't need it.. I'm out
Simple syllables , and half packed multies,
I assault the, with a plethora of ill similes,
The difference is clear g, my skill compared to yours is superior clearly
With a flash I smash wack cats with played acts, in fact I write right and leave ya brain left less then intact
The mans back , your stranded tired and flat, broke back and ready to be lit,
Your the reason god created tampons cause pussies can't spit