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the only pills u takin is for headaches
takin tylenol cuz u mad u never made it
claim u drink alcohol man please
drink my lead so ill make u bleed
and stop actin like u drunk ohh no u not thats how u rap
so now afta this is what i found out ur rhymes are just crap
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pen a paper, could you be any lamer?//
i am drunk and this is how i rap, i dont need paper//
off the top of my head is where this all comes from//
mad cause my lyrics leave you blind,deaf, and dumb//
go get your notepad and collaberate some better shit//
while i just come off my dome and show you how real i spit//
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M pulsive
Get the fuck outta here with your pumkin lines//
All you talk about is fags and something dyin'//
Are you going to shoot me over the fucking internet//
In that fake case, let me be your bitch ass for a sec//
I'm gonna kill you you motherfucking faggot ass queer//
Probably never seen yourself, 'cause you break the mirrors//
My nails stay clipped, your nails probably stay nail polished//
Did you finish high school, 'cause I know your vocab didn't come from college//
All you do is say your rhymes are the shit, mine suck//
Well, you're gangster rhymes don't belong on the net your mind fuck//
If you wanna kill so bad, go join the fucking army//
But untill, you buy and own a gun, know where I live
You can't fucking harm me//
Bullshit ass threats about 'merkin' don't scare me bro//
But what does is your motherfucking hairy toes//
You seem real deadly, are you gonna send me a virus or somethin'//
Please don't hurt my computer misster, please don't do nothin'//
Get the fuck outta here with that Gangster wanna be fucking shit//
Your pussy ass is would be to scared to pop a mother fucking zit//
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you want war nigga time to see you die/
i take pleasure and joy in seein u cry/
how you gonna rush me wit a plastic bat/
how the hell you gonna clap back wit an empty gat/
im not the one to fuck wit i kill emcees for fun/
you were born on neverland ur the faggot son/
you steppin to me u steppin to the best/
i got the size 20 shoe that will crush in ya chest/
lay u to rest what are u up to the test/
im so evil malikai that in peices you'll rest/
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i'll hit u for the prize but the bonus is coated
next thing u know u start to see chronus erroding
comin from hells hood, i'll ring u like bells should..
and if he's dope at all, then who the hells good?
its sad u talk all big, and man dude hopes from the boredum
this comin from a guy who only got 2 posts in the foum
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Malikai
I feel so flattered, The bitch wrote me a lote note
Ur shit dont matter to no one, this aint no love boat
Get off my balls, go cuff chuck taylor by his
Tryin to spit ur shit raw but u still aint tight bitch
Ur cazin lyricalitist, his tongue is swellin from the lies
Dont try and fight this, or I will tell everyone u cum in guys
Dont make me put out ur business, paragraph made no damage
So get off ur ass and do my dishes, bitch go get me a sandwich
Ur full of anger I see, tryin to blow me out of the ocean
I died at the sight of this guys teeth, look like an internal explosion
Happened in his throat section, lookin like sadam in panties
With ur white soaked complextion, lookin like one of those.com trannies
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Malikai
Posts: 11
Joined: May 2005
From: PHX, AZ
Status: Offline
Battle Record: 0-0
Mr. 11 post desert shit, Im a roll over u twice
took no effort kid, to break u up with 2 guys
He spews lies, tryin to get his ass to the top
BUt this fools eyes, are to smeared from to much cock
And u act like a chick, sayin a sarcastic ryme spit
Whining on like a bitch, cryin tears on ur diaper like Iams kids
I find this shit u say stupid, and not the least bit offensive
If that was a drop for a deal u blew it, and u got no friends bitch
Hes a lonely ass crab in AZ, says im a bitch ass for talkin
While ur actin is amazin, im surprised ur now already in a coffin
Wait thats right, theres like 2 gangsters in the sand ways
And u aint even a real one, make u so scared u carry round band aids
ur a bucket of mannonaise, white shit comin down from the birds ass
I wish RB would just ban gays, and watch u go by by, caz ur word is herb trash
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now muthfucka if i wanna be you shit ill never get a deal
only thing M Pulvise good at is sucking dick and he cook up a great meal
why come you always the bitch above i got diss
hommie for now own you going be rhyming thru a oxgen mask beucase u got me piss
how can we hate yo style when u aint got 1
talking that ish hommie i turn yo ass into crumbs
you dont want known, your wack you can help it
but hommie i can fix the solution by making you perish
beheave yo azz on national t.v just like the terroist
all that thuff guy act i fine it fucking hilarious
cuzz you a bitch.... a type of nigga that get 2 dollar lunch money tooken
shit if this was WWE Smack Down i do u like Booker T and give you the Booken
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M Puvlise and shit yall
dont let his 3-7 record having ass nigga full ya LOL
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Darth Maul
U never been in battle fag, how can u even say shit
U'd probably get ur adams apple slapped, caz ur ass is basic
Ur shit aint even worth the read, stopped at the first line
Suckin peoples cock to give ur feed, looks like it rehearse time
Bend down on ur knees bitch, and put on ur knee pads
Take in everyones penis kids, and then u will be bad
Bad as a fucken dick rider, who sucks it as well
U aint even a fit writer, we gangsta while u dress casual
Ur not steppin up to the game, ur flow is leavin swiftly dude
U couldnt tune up ur brain with oil, even if u worked at Jiffy lube
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This is starvation nigga, slashin all rations cuz you behind my barz like concentration encampments, get a close up of ya snot box canvas and perform rap dentistry,
Strap you in tha chair as I spit sweet writtens leaving cavities in your wisdom teeth,
Ill maul and slaughter with an iller flow than Mexican tap water,
Leave you cut into plague-ridden metaphors that stay untouchable like Kevin Costner,
Drop heavy and crack your skull wit my hand solo leaving you like Kelly and jay a no show,
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you posted 2 seconds before me, fuck that shit
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fuck what shit...ur shit...caz ur shit is wack
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hating style is ur own ignorance
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Darth Maul
I eat Darth Maul, hes a fucken shrimp dish
pinned in the sharks jaw, dam this little whimps shit
I pimp chicks, while u like to jump on the limp dick
Makin fucken freestyles, that need to be drenched in rim dip
ass clown thinkin he crazy, boy u never even stepped up
When RB.com turns 80, maybe he might try and get stuffed
Hes a fucken space taker, Never doing shit with ur life
Fucken grace faker, still gettin snake eyes usin four dice
Ur an unlucky punk bitch, he was born in the dumpster
Man u can stomp shit, gotta pay ur own wife just so u can hump her
No one cares about ur problems fag, so light weight back up
Before u get kicked by words, as powerful as a hit from a Mack Truck