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Tear it up!
SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Please adhere to that rule so us mods don't have to fuck with you!
This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism, I'd imagine.
Tear it up!
ima determine later, whether or not your a terminator
stop actin big frig, your not arnold shwazenegger
i got lyrical taunts to tease ya, your an anal wart reciever
bitch swagger, ima stab ya, i gotta blade to bleed ya
there bitch its over, nobody fuckin believes ya
this guy deleted the thread so no-one else can read ya
i blow through my opponent like bruised hollow tip sniper bullets//
step in my cypher n i'll enlight ya wit news tomorrow couldnt//
i spit deeper than the earths core..shits hard to ignore//
keystyle quicker than W bush backin out of the V War //
when my text catches plex got niggas pushin out they chest//
dont get me vexxed cuz then my text turns into murder aspects//
you wanna play the game dawg, your gonna get murdered
up the fuckin ass, is the way that he prefered it
i could spit the illest script, and you wouldnt even know it
tryin to buss straight from the top, you the only one who flowed it
complexity and vocab, aint gonna get the win
tellin me you know that, i throw your wack ass to the bin... (laden)
these guys closed the thread, cuz they thought my shit was stolen
kept em as his own, i stand alone he probably sold em
play ya like a game, i played ya like pianos
whats that fuckin hummin, my dick and balls he swallows
what fuckin callout... close my other battles
my dick and balls and everything else he didnt even rattle
heres a fuckin callout... close my other thread
"ME- Verse this -COMBINATION", each and everyone is dead
how my gonna battle a whole crew in one thread think hard
ima beat these amatures they'll change there sex and buy pink cars
This bitch jus never knows when to quit...
Only thing u equipped wit, is pure bullshit!
Referrin to your music, rhymes that is weak...
Ur bleakest week is when u read ya lyrics n fell asleep!
U'd drop a CD, people would buy it for relaxation...
U bought ya lyrics n i suggest u ask for compensation!
Awaitin yo retaliation, Critical Combination a crew u aint wanna b facin..
Tryna step up to some real grown man shit, kid, yo voice barely breakin!
Aint no mistakin,this bitch is fakin, tryna come hard but makes me laugh..
The only time u make a 'point' is when yo ass is drawin a line graph!
Put this beef in da past, stay-z, your crazy, played rhymes aint faze me..
But i guess ur a nerd in school and used to gettin dissed on daily!
Ur failing, in everything u do....give up rap kid, it jus aint for you..
Even if invested around $200,000 in ur rhymes, they'd still b poor foo'!
Aw dude, i think i hurt yo feelings, u a dude girl or a confused homosexual?..
I aint gon carry on wit dissin u, cuz i think these punches 2 complex fa you!
Get da muthafuckin message, u aint wanna tess-this. Come back, we'll gun back, and we'll fuckin son ya. Im yo mama's baby daddy foo', Only time u b in rap is if u p diddys golf caddy dude.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
when you think of me, think deep dispersive voice
i juss had to serve, you three little virgin boys
but your whole crew got it now, check my open mic
you finally see you got it seriously, be surprised if you dont cry
thats it for me, bye bye you aint no guy
im so fuckin high, hits from the bong you cant deny
where i come from son, i hold the fuckin title
i only join this site for fun, and share in your recital
Seen it, son, the shits whack/
Dont worry, we gon diss back/
Hit that, we gon smash you down/
Aint shit u that u can do clown/
Aint coming hard, wait for da reply/
Then run off like a bitch and cry/
Its comin kid, dont worry, u gon get ya ass served.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
( hook x2 )
its critical combination.... lyrics abinatin
woogsta gunn intense it e, your spirits dont rock the nation
its a serious situation... stay-z's a graduatin
you got a disease from bein down on your knees, covered thick in ejactulation
( verse 1 )
arite woog... your complex and all
but come on b, juss drop ya balls
squeekin voice, you got squeekin toys
if you is a man, then im wearin shawls
did you get my written, did it make you bawl
how olds your daughter, can she already crawl
speakin of crawl, your ride home at the brawl
you can step to me, im in it all for all
say it now, my shit dont faze ya
the kid aint yours, i fucked your bitch, im your neighbor
ima slice through you woog, im a lyrical razor
with hits about your family, tell me that dont raise ya
im comin at ya with a critical major
im cuttin lines like ya man with a chainsaw
you sellin rhymes nah you only gon stay poor
my fuckin rhymes man will have ya for days more
( hook x2 )
its critical combination.... lyrics abinatin
woogsta gunn intense it e, your spirits dont rock the nation
its a serious situation... stay-z's a graduatin
you got a disease from bein down on your knees, covered thick in ejactulation
The best u can do? cuz im still laughin at you..
Ya stupid ass, damn, i dont got a daughter foo'!
I got a girl not a kid, shit, figure it out if you can..
Ur jus a mere simpleton, aint expect u understand..
But im da man, ur jus my hoe...i whoring you..
Whack and shit be all you is deploying foo'...
Ignoring too, the shit that u spit cuz a fact is ur weak..
Dont mean to crush ya but ur future aint attractive its bleak..
Your punches never meet, like you and dopeness...
Never gon happen, give it up, u dont got a hope bitch...
Ur domeless, cuz whatcha spit is jus too damn retarded..
Ur punches aint hittin, im laughin, tell me when da dissin is started.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
so what your sayin is your a pedophile freak
who calls there bitch baby girl, your in denile geek
ima keep it comin, and soon you will stop runnin
ya mouth at me, i doubt this G, not me who gets dropped sonnin
i got punches b, but ima keep it simple
5 words for thee, puss be gone you pimple
the best i can do, i save for the better
but i still serve you, and call it a vendetta
put it in elope' and drop it as a letter
ima steel' ya bitch and make this fool forget her
ima slice her and gut her, theres blood on the street there
not before she shudders, and pulls out her own hair
so you dont got a kid, you sure got one now
its you woogy boy frig, throw in the fuckin towl
Kid, ur rappin witout a clue of whatcha dissin..
But keep punchin, cuz they jus keep missin...
Listen, u aint gettin any recognition, jus hate..
Throwin yaself upstairs is da only way u elevate..
Settin it str8, kid u aint want beef, u aint ruthless..
Call me out in front lines bitch, then we'll do this.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
arite bitch your on, will slap your ass reel soon
ima serve you son, a great big fuckin moon'
talk about elavate, your not high, or on my level
im way above you, my rhymes juss had a reb-bull'
ima burn this bitch, like im related to the eye-queen-of-ra'
drag your ass back down here G, come back from the hiv-de-gras'
The fuck? Talkin shit again, kid, ur gon get merked..
First elevate, then we'll do this, ur too easy to serve!
None of yo punches gon work herb, ur hilarious..
Think u gon win? ur delerious like u got malaria!
Im ahead of ya, ur on level 1 of da elevation ladder...
People read my disses, but ur retaliations dont matter!
Ur dreams get shattered, punches leave u bruised foo'..
Anal retentive, like yo daddy done abused you!
Keep comin son, ur gon get served. <-- Word.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
give yourself a word dawg, its the only one ya'll get
yeah you did spit foul, but you aint text battlin vet
i done more crimes than santa clause has presents
yeah you are a rapper', on the bottle of vanilla essence
but i do bring presence, on the mic you be bit faded
ima spit the elements, is you that gets degraded
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