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!
i dont wanna be
a rap prodigy when there aint nothing but muvfucking wanna be's
my word play advanced why niggas still saying wack
you should stick to ball son cause when it come to rap you all sound like Shaq
your jeweley has no value cause its weightless
im a let another nigga try to step up and proclaim his greatness
Man those rhymes made dead people wake,
n ur tha vampire n these rhymes r ma stake,
Thru ya heart,... kick u in tha groin,
rip u to shreads n sell u off as a pork loin,
Man ur misunderstood or jus blind,
u aint no thug, in fact u like it from behind,
fukin faggot this ant a gay singles site,
but bein polite, u probly r a faggots delight.
go on lil boy go home n play with ya toys,
n for a cuple o minute dont think o naked boys,
fine wannabe thug u think u can do that?
in fact ur a lost cause go back n listen to take that.
This cypher is weak, ya speak, make me wanna puke
Now that I look closely duke, it kinda reminds me of you
Who you callin a wannabe thug? This kid got Pac in his avy
Just cause you listen to gangsta rap don't make you street saavy
Move over, I spit flame, I'm igniting this Nova
Snakin lines like a serpant, I'm call ya king cobra
poetic vagrant is a pathetic virgine/
i never hurd of em, but when im done merkin em, ill come back then kick dirt on em/
im servin him these verbal lyrics, fearless wen im sellin herb n hes careerless/
a poor broke bitch with no game poetic im spittin an shittin while im sittin on yo name/
ill have ur mom bend over backward n doin a split/
so wen im standin up she can lick my ass wile im taken a shit/
Nutcase, you's a nutcase, just spittin whachy shit
After this you be needin treatment, "I've been fuckin yo bitch"
She told me u crazy and be shittin on her lips
but she be rather wrappin her lips around my dick
Ok Nutcase, I'ma tell u a litt'l more
"Your Kid, Not yours, I fucked yo bitch on tour"
lmfao @ this guys raps man......
i can tell you can rap but cant battle//
caus ill burn down ya castle...n set fire to ya chapple//
fuck it change flowes.....ima put ten knuckels up n end this nikkas grin//
i know you want the autograph,so ill just let my dick sign ya bitches chin//
a simple win,i got this easy dub with u in the mix//
caus you not real... like visuals n halucinagin//
I'll leave you cripple an blinded
cuz your simple, I'll belittle ya mind-kid
go an run behind yo friend Cuz I'm combind'in well refined-wind
That'll take down the wack while I sit back an unwind'in
I'm unsigned, unkind an confined to dis mind that wants every line of rhyme well defined
I can tell your in a bind cause you mix yer time
shit talkin bout a castle who is you try'na hassel
fuckin asshole
WHAT*
Fuck the world an all thats in it
somebody sell me a gun so i can end it in a quick sacromento minite
4:07Am ya'll must'a quit
ran outta wit or just cannot spit
I knit words together till they fit an I'v made a legit hit
I'm sackin fools like emmit everytime I transmit
bitch I'm the shit you have to admit
Grab a seat an sit cuz Imma flow longer than a bit
an bite harder than a cross between doverman an pit
my cronnies come over an get lit
I keep a knife in case you wanna get slit
floss your ice bitch I'm frostbit an unfit to be a wack emcee
as you can see I flow steady an fluenty
I'm doin what all ya'll said I couldnt be
BITCH
what slut
You unfit to be anything but a crock of shit
Which is exactly what I thought when I read that little bit
You about as fluent as an old automatic ice bin
I throw my shit out there as fast as lightning,
It still takes you a minute to realize that its you I'm fighting
And its not cause I'm soft, but if I was,
I'd still be launching you like I was Deacon Frost
I can take twenty clones of you on and still avoid any fuckin loss
Fucktheworld, fuck you, you ain't fucked shit
And it ain't fuckin unless its a chick
So really "Fuck", you've had nothin but dick
And as for your "cronnies", i heard they fagets
where's your gun? You WERE rapping about it
why don't u do what you say and end it lickety split
but kill your "cronnies", then you, Cuz Fagets are shit
LiFe
You Can't be 4-real, JiggySchnitzel.
Your mc skillz, reflects your need 4, anti-depression pillz.
If you anti-LiFe then you need 2 be killed.
:nono:
So scream, while i use the screen, 2 make a bomb,
And hold the Alt key, to dentate, when you log-on.
So go back 2 the bitch place were you came from.
And if you ever think of raping aging then FUCK!
DONT TYPE ABOVE ME DOG
OOP"S
those lines fall on deaf ears cause no one hears your diss
you should slit your wrist and head for the office cause just like class you get "dissmissed"
that's the worst shit i heard since drinking spoiled milk and pepto
you stole those wack lines from the garbage like a trash can klepto
i give you credit tho, you got lines colder than meat loaf left ova
you couldn't keep up with this shit even if your last name was "Hova"
take your ass back to the slum, oh wait, you really aint from there
cause slum village got internet like old bald men got hair
Ruox, your line's like dick in da mouth, GAY
witch makes you a fag, for every word u say.
i seen you swing a punch line, but it got no play.
Im more inter-net then you let dick inter-ya-Neck, Gay.
enter the veteran real name K, nick Name skill,
Roux, your family couldn’t get help from Dr.Phill,
even if ya mom saved a mill.
on the real, you take gay pills.
But im skilled like, a rap highlight reel
i don’t feel you, kind of like a mime’s shield
please believe, u right on top of a mine field
im sick, you got aids but im ill
so don’t ever write above me or u will get killed.
shit dawg what's with the gay jokes/
shits overplayed like the way your broke/
no cash displayed here up in slum village/
go pillage some rich folks to get your dope/
until you can say "this is chillin"/
and here you are rappin tryin to look cool/
slangin shit, it's the internet you fuckin tool/
this ain't no contest to see who's the greatest/
but I can tell you one thing though, u ain't ever gonna be famous/
so quit playin the shit like your dope/
cuz your flow was so bad hell it was makin me choke/
and as I'm asfixiating here on the ground I start laughin/
get blasted bitch cuz you rapin is never gonna happen/
so a suggestion to you, just quit while your ahead/
post in here again? and my next verse will make sure your fed/
^kids tryna be smart, but just acts a fool
dont realize his mums such a slut
.......................................that half of rb exists in his gene pool......
Promotin your third eye...dawg thats jus sick
but know its all lies
.........................................cuz bitch got no dick....
Son you need to practise cuz skills are what you lack......
unlike ABSTRACT......
.......................leave yo breathless like an asmha attack....
gene did 15 lines but wont get no credit....
..............cuz at 08:17 ur ass had to edit.....
whats up wit dizz damn fool?
he's stuck in the gene pool,
usein big wurds when he failed grade skool.
fuck wit me, wont b good for u,
like peppy le pu, and dat pus. you gonna lose,
just stop... quit... go back 2 skool...
git a new hobby.. datz wut u need 2 do
tryin ta give otha MC's suggestions
sayin quit while there ahead
sumone should have said that shit 2 ur momb4 she gave head,
2 ur dad... fuckin fag.. shit i on't even kno u
but by tha way u flowin i can tell u like blowin dudes...
i kno itz been a long time since i lasted posted
but like dizz fukin beef, you about ta b roasted
Man that shit sucked and u need to get a life
Despite that spellin ya name wit two three's
That's the rankin you get out of a hundred ya newbie
It's been a long time since you posted and dawg u could proly tell
Cuz the shit that u was flowin wit just wasn't written well
U talkin but blowin dudes and that's proly what u do
not to mention the gene pool u dissin on prolly came from u.
whats ur problem, ur full of ur own hype
The problem is, basically what u just typed
50 posts and u think ur comin with a whole new game
If that was ur best then u've reached ur aim, now go away
U aint got the capacity to elivate
Cuz u came with it too soon, now wacks ur trait
Musick, u rap like it's been a long while
but it hasn't bin awhile since i fucked yo bitch doggy style
actually i'm doin yo fat bitch right now
i'm fuckin her hard, "Harder" she says "OW", "OW", "OW"
She can't take no more, "Aw" "Aw" "Oh my god" she's gonna blow like a grenade
Aw shit i made her ass bleed, Got a bandaid?
Eh JiggySchnitzel
got some fat bithces witchoo,
how you make'em bleed if you can't penetrate a tissue
actin like if they lost ya all they'd do miss you
your a faggot in the closet but that's another issue
you must be delerious for not takin my rhymes serious
it's not that i don't like you fuck it i hate you period
:thefinger
^ this dude walking, got the leg limpin/
irish kreme thought he was big pimpin/
but turned fag and got his shit pushed in/
he turned back to his boy ask for a reach around/
next to the river where his body was found/
now someone gonna diss me, im just clowin around/
I love 2 dis,
Especially when da mc's Irish,
i'll be stabbing ya iris, 4 ya wack 1 liners
Kreme,
i know why y that’s ya last name
cus ya mom like crispy's
and ya dad like cane,
cus that’s the only way her fat ass a get play,
White boy get played
im not rac-ist i just raise-shit
type ahead of this is like fight a agent,
bitch
New Life took his time on dat drop,
u gotta lot o muny?f so go da rhyme shop,
Im surpsed ya not embarassed after that!
or is da why ya hiding in ya mums body fat.
Go on stay there, no1 gves a fuck,
go into retirement, n take yung buck,
You two can b an example of "shit",
go on n learn to knit, cuz ya personality has bin split.
Blahhh
your corny nigga word the fuck out
rep pac in sig son you bugged the fuck out
you nowhere near close to thugin
if you think that raps your shit dog you buggin
only thing close to rap you got to
was the nusery ryme about mother goose
hide your battle record nigga keep your skeletons in your closet
you only had one battle and you lost it
T3RR3LL and Abstract, I got a bone to pick with you's/
two newbs tag teamin up, well I guess that's news/
ante up to a count of 33, only 250 more to go/
come and try to battle me, I'd proply win by "no show"/
but fuck it playa's cuz that's all you'll ever be/
6 lines down and that's all I'll ever need/
6 feet deep and thats where you need to be/
that lines played so much but your girl i love to see/
smut that bitch out when i gave her exstasy/
leave, get out, gene pool dont even stand next to me/
cant you see, or you need to bleed to realize/
your really a bitch, a man in disguise/
aimed at gene pool
aight might not have a high post count....but dawg im brand new..
shit, jus been here 5 days...and allready better than you...
your sig says it all your vision is corrupted...
that verse was potentially good but your wordplay fuck't-it
as for T3RR3LL i dont know this clown.....
he wack as fuck too
..............and still give you the beat down....
second time i diss you ,wont yo ever learn......
an i hope your lack of skill.....like yo homosexuality...
.......................isnt long term..
what's with this shit you babblin about Jay?/
I ain't got no girl but don't matter cuz you proply gay/
and if you ain't then I'm sure you need to use drugs/
girl wouldn't wanna fuck wit you, hell don't try to step up/
wanted bandit? yea I'm guessin it for sure/
with wack lines like that, I coulda swore u were a herb/
Your'e gene pool apparently makes other viewers writhe and squirm
How can you rap so badly and you can from my sperm?
You've been around for a good year and ain't yet had a hit
Made almost 300 posts, and all of them equal shit
Corrupted visions keepin you from seein through ya frontin'
Please resign from this site, cuz ya rhymes don't amount to nuthin'
How you gonna say he got corrupted visions when you can't see eye to eye
With this lyrical mind set, the verbs that I cry
Cuz you just be slurpin', and gobblin' off of other Textees
Step into this War path and catch some Zs, from the blast you encounter, the lyrical scheme you got, I counter, and twist it to fit my own... STOP!
Now keep it goin', cuz this train of words, ain't no slowin'
Down for pedestrians, Webb better cross the tracks, cuz when World War sparks, the world's under attack
I lit the flame and burned the boy with it
He went to run away, but the boy damned shitted
Now I take his lines and make a noose with 'em
Thirteen loops to make the knot and I'm through with him.
While you're fuckin with this bitch trynna dangle him with rope
I'm a stuffin him with fists and I'm a stranglin his throat
Price don't need weapons in order to make a murderer
Bet you never heard of a rapper playin Jenga with your vertebra
I'm laughin at your efforts and his corpse hangin vertical
I upper cut him and he's never a recoverin from vertigo
So here we go, a battle is what i woulda heard from ya
But face it like a man my simple cypher words are hurtin ya
Man the price on ya head is zero, el queero
The only thing ya god for is rhymin words in wit King Leer flow
Ya need to get a grip... u ain't usin simple words
create a radical combustion to give you burns to the third
You're someone i've neva heard and hope not to hear again
If i met u in real life i'd tear u limb from limb
thats y u hide behind a screen and type complicated pieces
Cuz u know u'd get cut up like a bunch a pieces reeses
U dick ride more than diseases i can tell from what u say
East Midlands United Kingdom the gayest in UK.
ur a sleeze buyin clothes from the thrifts
ur lyrics reek so bad ur clappin urself n were ever it drifts
def u couldnt get to mackin if u hada 20 inch dick
u prick...ill give u a battle wound or 2 n afflict yo wounds
leave bruises in an out then enscript these tunes
into yo chest as u diseese.....
in yo hand im leavin a piece to represent wat happens wen u walkin my streets
Nutcase, you like a joint, but my rhymes...they smoke you
they ain't caughta buzz yet, just burnin you up foo
yous a nutcase bitch who ain't gotta clue
this is hip-hop gimp, not your mental review
so if you can understand me gimp, this is what you do..
Go back to your "home" and represent the gimp crew
His name is jiggy but he don't get down
hacked into his computer and gay porn's all i found
turned his smile to a frown
what a fuckin clown
he got that fake lloyd banks video on his screen right now
just because i'm white, don't mean you can't be touched
i banged your daddy's wife, yeah, she's a fuckin slut
Its a shame im in this weak shit/
I read yall rhymes niggaz need to retire quick/
I make ya moms start from the balls to the tip of my dick/
yall a bunch of lames im the #1 draft pick/
If i was to try out I would make any click/
but I fly solo yall cant touch me bitch/
you herd pac weak niggaz dont deserve to breathe/
so alot yall need to please believe/
battling me is like catching a deadly desease/
cause I eat Emcees/
praise the king niggaz drop to ya Knees/
Wow.. 11 lines and only two different rhymes throughout
Looks like RB has a dope new head.. text champion no doubt
Flow was on point.. verse makes jaws drop all around
Could be the diamond in the rough.. best rapper ever found
Had to edit that shit too.. probably went easy on Kreme
I've downed too many mushies.. I think I'm in Trains wet dream
That was pretty clever, kid, butterin dude up...
But you really only did that...
...............So you could eat him, ya fat fuck!
Maybe ya not, I'm just goofin with speculation...
It's like I'm forced to be silly...
..............Like you're forced into masturbation.
Cuz that bitch lies, she ain't touchin ya happy place...
Even the thought of you and your dick...
.......................Has her ashamed to show her face!