SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
We'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
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SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
We'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
6,187 posts with none to go,
if to this hoe definition 187 I show,
born to kill wont have had his fill until,
in his mouth-not a drop spilled,
my sperm is completely filled,
from houston Texas-place be the nexus,
Bush supporting resurrectas' of cow dung collectas',
battle record make me scared seeweak in knees,
he see to many screenings of 8-Mile on EMtv,
aspiring but back firing this wack liar bring,
to Cypher another stutterer to his record cling,
Oh no? YOu will have to be mean if I refuse to follow rules?
when your the one whos ego Im bout to bruise?
born changed his animated sig to avoid being derided,
it dont matter because my post can be edited.
Bitch u have "Nothing", u a fuckin "Dis-grace"/
ya Careers iz Comin Small like a fuckin "Midget-Race"/
he trynna rip on somebody thatz Born-2-Kill he Born-2-Die/
i Torn-Hiz-Will wit Skillz nigga i'm Born-2-Rise/
Thiz M.C iz Demised and sent 2 tha Lyrical-Hospital/
2 many Punch Lines, juss remember i'm tha biggest Lyrical-Obstacle/
people claimin 2 be living legends /till they meet the smith n wesson/crying on the floor bleeding /now i guess they learn their lesson/ i sit n post 4 the hell of it/but u ain't neva seen pussy u claimin celabent/irrelavent /is ya bum words/so bump your /brakes 4 they find ya head floating in the lake/what does take 2 get a real battle /this iz Bonez getting at you/i'm jus makin it clear/you'll be unconscious b4 you start 2 shedding a tear/you ain't got a chance homie/jus maikng it clear/ cuz my keystyle will kill ya so you got something 2 fear
that was a wack paragraph, i was glad when it was ova son
u prolly had 8 lines n maybe 16 slashmarks, that shit was overdone
u cant rap, n please, dont be offended when i tell ya ta' stop bitch
n i dunno who Kainiki is, but u should stop bonin him befo u develop a cock itch
wheneva ya drop shit-----it's sorta like a raven in flight
no one wants ta' be around, n it aint that they shakin wit fright
--------it's cuz no one wants any of ya shit on they minds
so despite ya gay signs, i'ma crush u, till it becomes a hate crime
Gay signs,ima crush you till it becomes a hate crime?
I done beat this line, and put my foot in its behind
This kid shoot pistols?, Quit frontin and admit
Only 9 milimeter you holdin is the grip of ya dick
Want real music, come altercate with the south
He loves music, thats exactly why he keeps organs in his mouth (organ=piano)
when did i talk about pistols? u need ta' take off 'em bitch glasses
u jus wanted to use that punchline----tryna impress the masses
so "quit frontin and admit", bitch dont u eva talk to me like that
cuz i'm known ta' dis the mic stats of pussies when i strike back
n i aint dissin the south, but ya last lines were real stupid
cuz i'ma NEVA consider the YinYang Twins n J-Kwon real music
un I gotta agree wit you on that last line...
but to the other shit's wack, u can shove those ass rhymes...
crack ya backbone in half now thats flexin ya frame...
and stab ya in the eye wit all the points from the x in ya name...
the best in this game, think ya fuckin wit me X? ya crazy...
and you only known for gettin poked by Jay-Z...hahaha(every one should get this one, lol)
i'm new to the site but i'm truly precise/
vito droppin hints in parenthises like he not usin em right/
and talkin about stabbin dudes in the eye, thats a little bit graphic/
but not as graphic as your girl's gymnastics on my mattress/
your supposed to burn the man ahead of you, not agree with his tactics/
everybody in here can tell you were hangin by the nuts of unxtatic/
burn this dude like an assassin until his flesh start to blacken/
you write like your pops should blew you in a napkin
Young dude only above me for one reason/
He posted first - but just that I can't be beaten/
As you can see, he got a couple of posts/
Fuck around wit DatKid, man, you'll get the same number of votes//
Ain't no good rappers ever came outta Hartford C-T/
All the lines and ideas that you spit are from T-V/
And I don't even think that you fuck with no fine gurls/
Playboy - you ain't got no nuts like deprived squirrels//
~I'm Back for the 1st time myself son...keep spittin~
Shit this btch cant shout, hes only posted three,
But i can accept shit, but only to a tolerable degree,
Then mann it jus gets tired, and get a nu name,
Dont reply passin the blame, jus take the bohemian shame,
Ur dissin urself, fukn random...jus dat kid?
Dont worry mods ill get rid, ....of this fukn shit skid.
Look u cant even use simple grammar, bak 4 frst time?
Shit da dont make sense, bu ima make sure u dont make a 2nd rhyme,
Leave ya dead, hugging ya grave, bitch ima make u die my slave,
Go on and get my slippers, kid uve jus bin MADE
judging by Tupac under your name youd like to kiss,
that dead rapper smack dabber on the lips,
I'll show him what the definition is of nova,
tail between legs you leaves when situation is over,
cower in the corner while I call the coroner,
crack a carona and listen to this coward moaner,
Go back to liverpool you stuffy english you missed,
the imigration office closes at about six-ish,
I work for the INS and we try to keep out,
abybody whos MC skills are in doubt,
HA you complainin about justdat's grammer?!
thats bad manners from one who stammers,
so quick call your mom tell her to go and shop,
at the sperm bank for some less rank genetic stock.
This goes 2 all those who feel they oppose, bonez kainiki
Make me leave ya face froze,tagged toes, and when that casket close
you saying he ludacris in heaven throwing ya bows you niggaz iz hoez
so go stand on a corner cuz its sad ya momms tha 2 mourn ya
these act tough but they knowing that truth
cuz they don't wanna get clapped 4 frontin up in da booth
i'm real n ain't shit yall can say
and wit those trash ass ryhmes yall need 2 amscray
trying hold niggaz words n speak on grammer
till ya body sweel up like them pants by hammer
n that sperm bank shit dawg you could've kept
cuz tha reason i ain't ya father cuz i ain't have no sperm left
Ya back again, Bonez...didn't I diss you already...
And leave you more cut up...
.................Than the cast of Jason vs. Freddy?
I'm sure I did, so this cat must be a zombie...
And a gay one at that...
...........Cuz I can't seem to get him off me!
Fuckin fag's persistent, I'll at least give credit...
Cuz ya crowding me boy...
..............Well, they're all headed for the exit!
Kids a joke, think hes dope? nah he needs a rest...
Lookin at his sig da only time he gets to c a breast...
Fucka vet, fucka legend kid u frontin cuz people dickride...
And we all know, that 90% of RB herbs is on yo dick, right...
Aint waistin anything good on u, sure u got 150 + wins, wow!...
But i c u also got 90 losses, so bitch stop the boast talkin now.
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Dude...Woog, X marks the spot, kid...
Cuz ya make as much impression...
................As ya missing fuckin sig!
S'why ya forced to beg for votes, bro...
Pumpin Woog vs. Spor...
......But neither one of can fuckin flow!
Dissin 90 losses? Duke, look at the vics...
The number's fuckin staggering...
........Like your number of sucked dicks!
Blah!
okay One more time to storm born to kill,
who puts....... periods where theres no words to fill,
so take a pen and write a check for some skill,
cause this decked hen peck is "BORN TO be BILLed"
why did you have to go and put your sister in your sig,
thos tits is big but the rest of her is pure pig,
so dig deep for a peep to seep into a retort,
if you dare click on archives of RB it be ya' last resort,
I can count on my fingers the words in your verse,
and also the number of seconds till you leave in a hearse
First Time
:D
Id Say Nothing Is Full Of H1MS3LF, But Thats More Me Than Him Killing Himself...
Im Finder It Hard To Commit Homicide When Nothing Has Just Murdered Itself...
So Now Nothings Merging With Something 'Coz Its Scared Of What Its Felt...
And This Dumb Things Wierder Than A Mute Screaming For Help On A Trip After A Fizzy Chew...
And You'll Look Like That Same Mute With Acid Braces When Im Done And Finished With You..
I Think To Myself When All This Is Over, And Im The One Left Looking Dumber...
Take A Look In The Mirror, Iv Hit You So Hard You Now Look Like Your Momma...
I Wanna Say Sorry, But Ill Do It Smiling And Coughing...
"Sorry"... There It Is But Im Not Crying Over Nothing...
That Sucked... Now Somebody Rip Me Apart...
:D
oh my god, i just read that last shit, it was a lil bit hectic/
your alias is himself, thats probably where you shoulda left it/
this dude beggin for other emcees to rip him apart/
some say homosexuality is adapted but he's been from the start/
from the time he was conceived he' had the disease/
nah, not hiv, more like bein in front of emcees on his knees/
cmon man, i know your career has just begun/
but it's ending the same day i'm out the window with TWO GUNS/
i'm the beat bully son and i'm comin out swingin/
leave that gay ass flow for hooks when you're r and b singin
one simple question... rap. da fucked you start for,
cus really there are no guns or gangs... in hartford...
my lines get me blasted over airwaves all of the time
n' your's get you blasted..... in the chest with nines...
and I won't lie... truthfully duke, you're a rare cat,
got tons of courage to come here n' get laughed at...
Nathaniel...my friend...thought you became a ghost...
Cuz ya latest and greatest accomplishment...
................................Was just reaching 100 posts.
Shame you fell way back, like recliners are known for...
And I guess you could use one...
.............Cuz last pic showed you sitting on the floor.
Ahhh...not a real good diss, I'll admit that speedily...
But you ain't been worth shit...
....................................Well, at least not lately.
born to kill, it looks like you got time to kill/
with all them damn posts and periods have half of his lines filled........../
i mean damn dog, your gramatical structure is eratic/
dont you think 150 periods in one flow is a little bit drastic/
it's ok "born to kill" i never would blow smoke/
it's looks like you get worse as you go, that explains having the most posts/
dont get it twisted i have a gifted mind and live to rhyme/
over 6000 posts he's even skippin dinner time/
but i dont really know you so i wont say i cant stand you/
its too bad i really wanted to get at your boy NATHANIEL/
lefty two guns wot sort of a name is that
and i think you nee to try agen cuz all of your lines were flat
and wot is that under ya name
'hi there im new'
yeah and guess wot nigga ya suck too
yeah now think before ya write wot comes out of ure mouth
cuz im R*O*B*B* from the dirrty south
Born... most of the time you're dope... I don't know what happened there...
Two guns... you don't want any part of Nate... just keep the cypher goin...
and so this doesn't get closed...
Left two guns is crap...
so Nate'll grab heckler n' Koch n' push ya mind right outta ya hat...
but Born to kill's dope...
n' he's known to push weight around cities... as a driver for Coke...
lmao... BtK... you know what it is fam... Lefty... you suck.
your lines still wouldnt be sweet if they were cherry
your talking in a crpher...u riscking ur red ass perry
yeah lefty sucks...but u his right hand man in wackness
nb gives 2 fuck wut u tink,bitch drop d mic&quench d madness
u just flywieght with 106 punches filled with bites& chokes
yould have to b a skizo like jim to make peeps laff @ ur boring jokes
u still wouldnt flow if u had green cos you filled wit manure&u jus broke
I might be spittin rusty, been known to squeak...
But ole Nate's best known...
.........................For still spittin past his peak.
But at least he's had one, Mis-Is ain't yet...
S'why you'll find this bitch...
..................................Chasin after vets.
And I suspect, her skills will finally show...
Cuz in between two guys...
........Is where she gives her best blows.
Just fuckin around like I always am...
Much respect, as always, Nate...
^ Jus fuckin around as always, huh g...
But how? ur post count shows ur always on RB...
Never out to chase pussy, this kid on da net...
Feels proud when he goes out! cuz on rb hes a vet...
Like da streets care...hes unknown and lifes shitty...
This kid feelin good cuz he finally jus seen a titty.
Jus clownin, bored n shit.
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Hey woogsta whats up wit you shit are you thinkin
Yo shit is goin shorter by the second when its shrinkin
Wow that is a nice statement on the bottom i like that excuse
coverin your lame shit when you recycle over and over again to reuse
Could have made it sound good with something like that
Go back to grade school ya shit sucks quit rap
recyling and rephrasing, its all fine by me
its when ya bite ya lines and say they're yours, 5 x 3
your age, and and how many times you failed grade school
but ya rhymes tell me that... ya just a tailor made fool
ya dont wont beef with woog, he saves it for arch enemies
but carts a freind of me...
...............so how my gonna throw darts to offend on thee
ya fat bitch, sporting eighty foot satelites, ya ass reeks
more pleasent smells, definitly come out of a gas leak
ya fuckin nasty...
....and the fantasy is over thinkin no-one would reply
im so fuckin high, ya aint touch me if you could fly
so many of you are wack I cant keep track but this guy gotta be smacked an jacked
his head needs to be repeatedly wacked an cracked
Cuz he lacks the nack to spit like a mack
probley has a mini rack bitch titted to be exsact
an he wants us to believe what he spits is fact
the motha fucka is all abstract
Your lucky your still intact your lucky you can still react
shits real in the field here we kill on contract
Bust the steel an kill on contact
you'll get your shit pushed in an your wig pushed back
Your bitch tracked
rappin like that wont make you rich just get your bitch raped
best believe we'll get that ish taped
I'm a caped crusaded bashin haters an fagots that think they rhyme greater
While I shine in my now an later gators
I'm bustin back at you wack purpatrader
Wacked, smacked, cracked, he ain't a jacker
This muthafucka needs to figure in the factor
I'ma attack 'em,
Slap him with the lyrics stolen from a cracker jack box
Scatter the costs of writing crap that crafts a loss
Stab the boss that's screamin fuck the world
You can tell he's a newbie, cause he's making all of us hurl
I'm over here puking from the stench of everything I read is a blur
Does anyone concur?
Fucker needs hooked on phonics mixed with a little ebonics....
Maybe go to kindergarden and let loose of the gin and tonic
You gonna make the entire world curl up and vomit
If we have to hear another lame rhyme from him in our electronics
Now and later gators, what a faker hating Stay-Z and gonna get a new
Education on my level of descrimination.....against stupid people
Step up to me and like Wes Craven, you'll regret making it into a sequel
:gfy:
THIS ONE FOR THE POST ABOVE MINE... YOU LAME LIL NIGGA YA BETTA GET IN LINE... I RIP YOU FROM A DISTANCE... THE INSTANCE.. YOU COME WRONG THEM GUNZ IZ NOT MISSIN... I SHOOT U CLOSE RANGE... YOU KNOW IM NOT MISSIN IM TEARIN UP YA FRAME...NIGGAZ LIKE YOU SHOULD NEVA GET IN THE GAME... ITS A SHAME...AND HOW WEAK IZ YA NAME...YOU'S THE BLAME...YA FELL OFF BEFORE YOU EVEN MADE IT... I KEEP IT REAL IN YOU HATE IT... TRUST ME DAWG YOU CAN NEVA FADE IT... YO WACK AZZ RHYMES I JUST ATE IT... YOU MADE IT... NALL GET THROUGH ME... YO RHYMES OLD AND PLAYED LIKE THEM NIGGAZ IN 213... O AND YOU COULD NEVA BE ME... CAUSE IM THE K.I.N.GEEE....
:laugh2: :laugh: :nono: :evilgrin:
ZERO T13 THATS JUST JUVENILE THIS CAT NEED TO BE SLAPPED :help:
DO NOT FREEPOST LIKE THIS!!! - BTK
says the herb from burg, who's only ride is train
six lines from me bitch, i end ya life in pain
i leave stains, i take no gains, its just plessure
come back for me plain, you know i bust better
and i do it whenever, causin you to weep heavily
but when ya see machetes dawg, ya best tread steadily
this cat named stay-z, no way he can faze me/
his style lazy like the eyes of tracy mcgrady/
leave you in a daze my brainwaves amaze thee/
i'd say on a hurricane level you're only a phase three/
little faggot ass dude in the field pickin daises/
leave you folded like the xfl you'll change your name like "he hate me"/
the fastest to wackness you already won the race see/
un-original ass alias should retire like his baby jay-z
Stay-Z, fo ya sake, i think it's best jus ta' keep quiet
dont even try a weak diss, peeps aint even peeved by it
straight 2 the grave wit McVey, thaz who u needed 2 follow
except u aint eva gon blow shit up, ya head is feeble n hollow
dawg u less than ill, wit so many jests, i question ya skill
n the only time ya spit touch X, is when u've ingested the pill
unxtatic, it's about time you've had it/
think you got hot tactics but your soft like cotton fabric/
everytime you diss someone you mention x-tacy/
you'll clench defeat mentally tryin to stand next to me/
you're just not equipped with the weaponry in the chest of me/
so, it's your destiny when my teck blesses in your trajectory/
it seems that you lack skills intellectually/
you're leaving this page verbally raped likelittle boys in the rectory/
get your shit straight before you anticipate this kids fate/
i'll be accepting invitations to take your place on mixtapes
The rhymes comin from this un-x is so unprofessional
That I figured by now, he would be on Unsolved Mysteries, message not found at all
Unbounding the energy inside of me to knock down anybody
With the wackest of sounds
Me against him is like Benzino against Em, this guy's the clown
The sky'll fall down before this fucker lay's me to rest in the muthafuckin ground
I'm the best that is found on here
But that's not saying much cuz half of these guys are as queer as a $3 bill
Follow my skill if you can
My pen will spill the blood of this pussified man
It's uncanny how this man be still standing
He just became number one on my wishlist for Christmas, I demand he'em (him)
Dead from bleeding
Bled from being conceeded enough
To spit some bullshit like a fuckin punk
Dude you still fuckin suck
You less than nothin, so give this shit up before I cut you up
Or gun you down
Turn your damn monitor off, so you can quit acting out like a child
Smile, you're picture's being shot
My bullets are the film
Finding you to blow you up faster than one hour processing
This is so fuckin borin
Why am I wastin my time worryin about spittin on this guy for victory
You a light-weight, and that story'll never change
Just get up now, leave to me the game
Summon me, suddenly, you'll lose your fame
Choose your fate, you'll end up with checkmate
And I'm the winner
I work all night long, come home,
and still able to whoop your ass even as a beginner
yo yo
ayo
check, a instrumental playes i throw fire on it, beat get blaze//
yo cd playes and get disc(diss) like cd trays//
ill put tha burna 2 u so u can feel how tha heats felt//
rap till tha beat meltz//
u a gangsta, yeah right u anit been strap since ya seatbelt//
they way this dudes writes, it its hard to stand ya/
we all know larry bird is the only famous white guy from indiana/
it's ok man, i see your new to this too/
so you can get my dick in your mouth after your removing your shoe/
i'd make fun of your name if i could even read what it said/
he probably thinks he's hot, somebody's misleading his head/
read the directions we're looking for 6 bars at least/
have your breathin cease you're meak and weak when you speak, meet defeat/
have your fleet retreat, when i jab you in the cheek your bitch ass knees get weak/
face it young man you're now fucking with veterans/
you leavin severed with my elegant eloquence/
you think you're nice in your own head but your rhymes just lack evidence