SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
I'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!!!
I'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 fry guys like its friday never try k
before i use the hk to blow ya back away
you need to take heed of my lyrics
listen to every thing when you hear it
cuz ya boy is a bartender the way i pass out them spirits
I kill fake niggas with this realest shit
ya boy is nice for heaven sakes
even TD Jakes fears what i spit
ya boy is a lyrical mind bender,
so best believe its the truth when I say i eat niggas for dinner
I bet if i said blah blah blah, it would work,
aww fuck it, one line can turn rox into dirt,
Your album's wack, you could say bad words, u'll still look soft,
Cuz ur so fuckin' weak, that they took the parental advisory sticker off,
You will fail dude, you will never prevail dude,
Couldn't match cloths so u went on photoshop to greyscale you,
ominicient dont even know the meanin of his own name
cuz if you all knowin, then you already know that ya ass is lame
fuck spittin bars on ya wack ass threw a computer
i rather just shit on you, you fuckin loser
you stink and you live in the sewer
never get at RoX, unless you dont want ya future
cuz i damage human tissue like tumors
call me rox, the coolest nigga on this planet since wine coolers
its like a game of cards...double up...when i rock ROX...
got your girl alone...all alone...so we could knock socks...
you got hot drops...
maybe if you set ya page on fire...them verses would be scorched...
sit your ass down boy...right on ya wooden porch...
dont fucking say a word...cuz you the one living n a sewer...
never helping ROX wit his rhymes...got sic spits...giving him fewer...
giving in sooner...
tap out man you bout to lose...get out ya shoes...
lemme walk a mile so i know what its like to be wak...
you been wak for too long...like you like to be that...
like to see raps...
when they dont suck like yours...when they much better than ROX...
you dont like them dry bones...huh dawg...you like to touch them wetter cocks...
I could perform an exorcism & be stuck bored
Nothing exciting about this herb sitin boards
He's stuck with red eyes from bein cummed on
He needz clear eyez to see he's been sonned
But he still spits basic lines no matter how half-assed
His competitor came but I guess to him its in the past
joka says some real funny shit sometimes
But he needs to focuse on rap cause cummed on and sonned dont rhyme^
Got over a grand of post but got empty bars all over
Like alchohalic christians being ina pack with god to be sober
So next time you try to spit lines and show your skill
Spit it to somebody else who doesnt know how to be ill
dissin my man joka thats all i had to read
bitch sit and take notes like a virgin ready to bleed
ill teach u skill and how to throw punches
like i fucked ur girl so hard she started doin stomach crunches
tear ur ass into pieces leavin u layin in tha dirt
fuck wit me ill put you in a hearse
dont need gats or knives to put u to shame
people already recognize shadows game
so put the mic down hand back on ur cock thumb in ur mouth
u just got served on a silver platter i can see what ur cryin about
^^Word thanx.
Hold up bitch where'd you come from Herb & Spices?Quote:
joka says some real funny shit sometimes
But he needs to focuse on rap cause cummed on and sonned dont rhyme^
Got over a grand of post but got empty bars all over
Like alchohalic christians being ina pack with god to be sober
So next time you try to spit lines and show your skill
Spit it to somebody else who doesnt know how to be ill
A Normally to enter here VETs need a license
I'll flashed mine just so this herb can be spayed
Snip your shit away like your battles get layed anyway
You couldnt cum hard on me cause I'll leave you nut-less
You didnt come haf-assed you just came ass-less
Sometimes I explode with no provoction whats so ever
You cats talk a lot of shit but ur rhymes are far from clever
I deliver devastation, like 50 I've been patiently waitin
to bomb emcees that has no clue, half you cats is fakin
i'm debatin whether i should expose you hoes
or leave the masses confused like bisexuals
im vexed off stress, wonderin why i aint recordin hatred
i guess cuz text requires less coordination
plus I'm facin a faggot who couldn't stand a chance
if they bottled oppurtunities and put it in his hand
it's hard to stand in the presence of underskilled text heads
but i.l. just dropped word to plug myspace in my sig gents
shit bitch postin like u sumthin worth readin
my lyrics hit hard leave ur ass bleedin
barely breathin ya lungs collapse
forget what ya were gonna say like a memory lapse
6 lines just to diss u
got 6 inches of hand just to fist u
maybe that could be saved for ur mom
cause all of rb knos her pussy is tha bomb
I'm confident with my textation...Your a Legend in your own mind
I manafest my frustration, rhymes bent,...so I guess your less spine
Chop your digits off your hands, to show countless Times you were clocked
Top your wordplay verblish migits, erbish skillets, key your face to keep it locked
Legend,.allegedly claimed the rock, but the pebble he's holding is to hot,for my tomb
Like heavyweights you on a constant Dipset, feet never been wet since mother's womb
If i had you textration/
ill be full of frustration/
cause aint no one in RB/
that texts with worst word combinations/
and Rylo i might as well let evryne else know/
your the little white kid/
that the prist raped like a year ago/
now im done busting and rb is satisfied/
this situation reminds me of a girl/
like usher in his song/
and that girl is Rylo's moms from last night/:hitit2: ;)
you niggas is dick eaters
faggots walkin around with chick features
you probably bleed every month like PMS
and you some sick dudes, lettin another nigga pee on ya chest
ya life is over, dis MC is spittin ebola
i make cats crack like the black plauge, plus i carry my gun on shoulder
the lead can curl ya head up faster then rollers
push niggas off buildings more then white babies in a stroller
call me a cereal killa da way i make ya neck snap crackel and pop
call me captin crunch
ya boy is coo coo for coco puffs, and make gun do like corn..... and pop
leave cherrio size holes in ya dome top
cookin that base, extra white like milk and frosted flakes
tryin to get those golden grams
Rox
Rox rappin about the kellogs brands, whats his future plans
To do rap songs to promote cereal companies, and chefboyarde cans
Fuck ur little barney ass rap song, u aint even a fraction
Of any greatness kid, and bearly make by on ur actin
hats rocking a 34, hes to old to start a tour
Might as well drop the mic and fight in the marine core
Maybe they can give u balls, and u'll die for a cause
Even if ur lifeless on the field, with pee and blood stained draws
Im ready for war daily, like murder ink going fo shady
i just reflect the disses off me, crazyily attack this jay-Z
Wanna bee, reppin cheerios and says hes explicit content
Makin everything u rep u are, flush down the shit tube as non-cents
I took 3 of ur quaters away, ur not even a 50 cent piece
While ur doing Mcdonalds commercials, Im with g-unit doing feats
I break jaws, and laws nigga
let me put ya dumb ass on pause wit the gun trigger
go figure why you still play dress up wit ya lil sister
you take shots from the back homie, get the picture
I done made men like benzino
leave you in the ocean so you can find nemo
rock ya ass to bed so you can sleep wit dino
call me rox cause i make fred lay in flintstones
i break bones with words
fear what you heard
cuz ya boy can make ya soul fly like a bird
Rox, yu couldnt break jaws if yur hands were cement/
yur punchlines couldnt even rip or make wet paper bent/
yu really think yu elevating when i can take yu down with a net/
if lubricant was made from particles in yur mouth, yu couldnt get pussy wet/
yu sacraficing yur name posting, so fill the holes in yur name with plaster/
yur name should be D-Rox becuz yur just a disaster/
Rox
He came wacker than those stupid breakfast jokes
Have him with a burn ring around his face, lookin like texas toast
U a texaco, located in a secret area near Roswell New Mexico
And I wrote my shit and u responded 3 hours later, dude textes slow
Why dont I create a ryme about Ice cream, and fight mean
Im still destroyin ya, while ur hurt from the first diss still sub siding
Ur in hiding, bitin companies food in raps, what are u stupid
Rymin about stuff like that, then sayin u pull triggers, nigga u wont do shit
He clueless about the game, this all to him is new
It wont register with him that hes done with, until I defuse this kid
U a new-cents, I scare u shitless like a shark fin
Takin ur shit like a man, bouncin it like bullets off clark kent
hes strugglin to pay his car rent, while Im buy mansions
Just to ajust urself to my level, ur ass needs a battery expansion
Going to ur brain to get it, I wont leave this bitch standing
Like after ur ass got unvirginized, by ur brother at band camp
You gotta give it to m pulsive
tight rhymes this nigga's ruthless
but i'mma uppercut this nigga, and leave him toothless
shattered up in his gums
and smoke the bitch till he he's got a hole thorugh his lung
bullets flyin or roll the nigga in a blunt
pistol whipping motherfuckers glorifying there shootings
bitches never been through shit and been pistol tooting
my flows and lyrics are better than yours to converse to a fusion
i laugh these bitches off cos i find em amusing
Converse to a fusion? Shit I'm bout to burst your ellusion your
worthless with music my daughter could serve this confused little bitch with
minimal effort but I'm gonna stop this multy I'll
send him to the ER with doctor cosby have em
stick a syringe up in your stomach and hang you upside
down dripping blood like Slaughtered cow cus I ain't
never mad my daughter just calms me down shady
assassin? Pfff you not that good to
compare to that nigga you not that hood I'ma
hang you off a ledge and I'm not that Suge I'ma
leave you with a punch line cus it's that easy you could
be my slater master in the 30's you couldn't beat me
this lil bitch from aidsville
by the time i diss this nigga, he'd be dead...........aids kill
i broke the mold, made ill, fuck your daughter at will
i wish your rhymes made more sense
tighting the meaning up with a torque wrench
i could diss this nigga in my sleep on a park bench
your 3some fantasy with simon cowell and dawn french
you sound like your bigin you lil daughter up like haille jade
give it 50 posts and watch this bitch fade
back up and start your lyrics from scratch
but i'd of still fuck your young un, how'd you like that
Double fistin'
Keepin you twitchin, wishing you hadn't listen
Like a co-op mission, I'm in command
Having my raps as my right hand man killin on demand
I come full force, as you make your departure out the back door
I didn't divorce you and your style, it just left
You were fucking up your own raps before you even went on the net
(just a guess)
speaking bout the back door...thats where you like da cock...
you looking like a nark dude...more so you look like a cop...
cook n light da rock...
so you can get high...maybe that will subside the pain...
while im riding on 22 inch sprewells...son rides the train...
im gonna come in 1ST...so change your name to second place...
imma beat you in this lyrical race...so i can set a record pace...
ill grab my NINE...you gonna grab A PHORty PHOR...
pour out some liqour for this nark...watch that fourty pour...
you taking guesses in this rap game...dude you cant be taking a guess...
you the faggot type...im running wit guns...you at home making a dress...
making ya stressed...
cuz im on ya all day all night...im fighting not fucking...
when you decided to battle me...shoulda made sure you were tight n not sucking...
Dymoniks a gimmick, take ure 'scary' ass back to Chi town
cos nobody cary's youre barely landing a shot wit ure lines clown
smash your script with a killa-mic, figs read all of your shit
your biting used, re-using useless rhymes, ure talents a myth
you comin off like u memorise, these niggas can emphathise
this shit is exorcist, youre just a girl when you exorcised
your demons are gone, ure just a kid with Nik
stick to acapella fella, with no beat, theres no way to tell you shit
figure of my imagination, complete misinterpretation/
i kno u there nigga, but i dont acknowledge muthafuckaz who make less money than a gas station/
i figure, any nigga who believe he deserve more respect from me, itz only by force/
cuz if u want sumthin from me nigga, take it, do watever necessary without showin remorse/
but u cant do it, itz a figure of geometry countin da sidez and edges of ur coffin before it getz to da cemetary/
but before shit getz technical, lemme keep it simple and rewrite you obituary/
how dare u put our beef was serious, bitch i didnt even break a sweat/
itz like havin a sexy figure movin in slow motion knowin u like dat shit wet/
ya stupid fuck, i got 3 figures for u, and i aint talkin bout da consanants in heaven/
i hope u aint planned on goin there, cuz itz a sin not to respect yo elders and disrespect leads to my message to : 187 figure
u couldnt spit fire if u was a dragon with a mouthful of butane/ :spit: :shoot:
im sho da rest of da tru niggaz glad i came/ :laugh:
I'm inflicting incissions while my figure of speach is that of a bigot/
its gotta be hard to stand tall when your comen up short like baby midgets/
its the DAWN of a new day, I'ma scrape your chest PLATE like I'm WASHING DISHES//
for instance, you might not get shot, for talken the shit you talk...
but you will get your skull fucked, face bruised and swoll up...
this fruit rolls up looken like gold-dust, feminine in a mans game as if we wouldn't notice/
I just ripped this kid wide open, like suicide bombers sporten explosives...
im lookin twords the corner of my eye..cant FIGURE u out/
this nigga skillz point south as soon as he opend his mouth/
you need to pack up, backpack ya raps up and be out/
check ya compass, not the longway, heres the shortest route/
just unplug ya pc, from all the jacks and back wall sockets/
infact stash it in a locker, and toss away the key once you lock it/
my skillz is mean ,praprobly killed ya selfesteem... i could imagine/
i reread ya verse, took it to comic view, niggaz still aint stop laughin/
Go figure, this kid figures he can figure me out..
but figure this, you figured wrong, i'll fucken finger em out
all ure mistakes kid, fronting with lines fractionally timed
shit, this bitch couldnt be figured that he could actually rhyme
'like a sexy figure'? what the fuck you saying you gay
"im sure the true niggas glad I came" Tuche'
:I'm bout to murder infront of my fellow piers/ FIGURE
who? get off the PS2 this isn't metal gear/All this
rapping and battling and I've yet to see a personall/Your
lines got nothing to do with each other what you working for?/This
obviously isn't your career so go figure/
Literally GO FIGURE!! get off the fucking thread/If any
body response to this I'll another dead/And leave your
severed head like the godfather in your mother bed
fuck that morbid malice just bust off the mic
your a micheal jackson wannabe riding nuts like a bike
be like me p h r e e z e the one and only
commiting crimes unholy wrong story
wanna make a baby sad
just tell them morbid malice the molesters his dad
This kids a wack mcee so i wont stop untill this prick is dead
This is for battlers not fags..you belong in a different thread
Ayo i'll condem you to death man, i'll put you in a crisis
lol to ya rhymes, ya strucutres as fucked up as ya life is
you can't compare to me, its the truth so don't deny
I mean ya rhymes are so bad you may as well not even reply
^^^ IMPULSIVE
Yo impulsive you finally got at the kid
but Rox dont need shit but words to kill this bitch
my lyrics can seal ya lips cuz you a snitch
dont feel to confident homie
cause you still gettin played on more then a sony
little bitch, you gonna be in a ditch after i hit ya
fuck callin me rox, call me the black hitler
and i think its over for you, you lil queer nigga
think before speak before ya bitch,
catch some of my thought with her teeth
yo homie i dont need to be in mexico to keep a secret
cause I can come in ya crib, put the gun in ya mouth
and make you eat it
show you a tombstone with ya name on it and make you read it
believe it, I slept on ya skills, but my arsenal is deep bitch
dont make me kill you then kill ya girl just to have somebody to sleep with
I dont need my click to rip you to pieces, I go solo muthatfucka
i can make you deceased from Lyrcal diseases
ROX^^^
Mother fuckers think they got skills, but got no Hot deals
Getting thrown in there face, Im a make u feel like pac feels
Shoot ur ass when I see ya, while ur roxing then high top adidas
I kill this mother fucken dictator, and become the new pop leader
U say u gonna put a gun to me, Im shakin at this newbie
Lookin like hooties fruity ass, bitch I really doubt u'd shoot me
U cant hurt no body, I throw I full on coke party
While ur i the lobby listening to the girls, Munchin on ur arby's
Fucken free cheese burger u got, for doin that commercial shot
This the kinda guy u see, and then u start to think erkle Rocks
Hes a fertle girl, Im a murder ya, Like Robert Blake did his wife
Stab u with the fucken gun, and shoot ur ass with the knife
Wasted another pethatic life form, no would die for him
Fucken whorin ur played diss, Somebody give him his own forum
mpulsive, you suck man. you trying to write an essay or what?
ur shit may be scissor sharp . but you never make the cut.
the fuck's Da Corporation? RB got business associates now?
leave ya milkin a 2% loss .. without the use of cows.
face it, you blow - and i know where to break ya spine..
figured youd fight for freedom, but u was even denied at Front Lines!
your fake~ness...is over rated, which is why you hate~this
oracle? who am i dissin'? that old bitch from da matrix?
yo bladder~parts...will be scattered~far
when i murder you, this lame bitch dont even got a avatar
or no~sig...and doesnt rep where hes from, fuck where this hoe~lives
you suck at rappin' but dont worry, ill show you some flow~kid
DA sick ONE ^^
I was readin your shit, readin it out load, over my house came a dark ass cloud//
Some dood shot at me with a techy, you shit next to shit, dont bother steppin ta me//
Im up way higher than you, when you spit one word, lawyers gettin ready to sue//
- fo verbal SHIT, thats right, rearange your clique, even a spayed dog gota biga dik//
Your a bitch fo real, he pissed off, case you dont get a dildo in a hungry man meal.//
Ima end this quick, without a doubt, Da sick One, is what they talkin about..//
Yeh, right.. unless they is gaybashers, picken they next victim//
Or, Prison need a jailhouse bitch, so everybody tryin ta convict em.//
IMPULSIVE^^^^^
yo son your just a dead heart, you have no pulse
i wasnt gonna burn you, bitch but homo you got too close
cause you aint nothin but a gay ghost to me
and i carry the toast hot enough to roast a G
you got some nerve approachin ROX
so you must be smokin rocks
you talkin dirty
until I make you swallow some clorox
or i can can remove ya top with four shots
nigga you soft and fruity like gummy bears
where ya gay friend at cause I know pussy niggas come in pairs
ya rymes aint hot gangsta, so stop spittin cuz no one cares
Herb choose a name to run wit no more aka's
Cause midtaken identity is how your dope to gays
You'll sell me ROX?No need cause i got KGH
So when you enter a battle you only spell hate
Throwback verses?Only for you the original slut
Put you down on your back like a good hoe stay put
This is easy.....
You don't stand a chance in hell, believe me
I will murder this incignificant twit wit poetic scripts
Can't say shit as if I stitched shut your lips
Your rap's flow spills everywhere quicker than your blood drips
I'll have you (tied up) sittin' in a chair, like "Smile into the lens"
"Lyrically Mass Murder" will be written in the prints
Before the killing even begins
'Cuz they know I'll do it again...........................