is that ur battle rap man dont speak
ill put the crome to ur skull and watch ur dome leak
ur ryems are type trashy and real weak
while my flow is typ hot and unige
You kno ur lifes ova when the joker flips
cuz ill get rid of you as easy as some poker chips
you dont want it wit me im spitin a sicker bar
ill fill ur girls mouth wit more nuts than a sniker bar
you dissin demon ryhmes but you got shit celtic
you up in the forums rappin but spittin thru a cleft lip
i write ryhmes with a felt tip...ink flow's tsunami to you
i'm a dream up your downfall like Nostradamus would do
so go away, hone your skills or fuck off with all the hating
you chattin bout zoo's and trees... your ass is in need of updating
merked
blk.
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blake, thatz your first mistake,
u claimin u aint fake,but i mo wat shit u did take
u tellein these catz not to be haters
when really ur rhymez are as hot as taterz
ive seen your shit, an it aint it
u frontin that u decent, do us all a favour and steal shit mo' recent
i make no mistakes fool got spot on precision
your more immature than the first phase of cell division
that's my criticism and i hope you use it wise
i leave lastin impressions like spots before your eyes
so dare not to glare in the light source that i bear
piss off the forum go back to playin solitaire
merked
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Sefton dude ya shit is rad…when it’s in the toilet,
Quit smoking all that shit man I know ya don’t enjoy it,
Your veins be burstin, brain tumors and now ya jumpin,
Shockin ya wit my rhymes while ya fight to get ya heart pumpin,
I’m so dope, my rhymes keep ya crying,
Make you look gay man quit trying,
Now ya dieing, no one likes gay rappas,
Ya spit shit worse than white crackas,
Ya so fake, gay named Sefton Blake,
All the spit ya shit is always out of date,
Not even original, can’t even grab attention,
Ya whack as hell, and I can’t forget to mention,
Ya be seeing things, when ya high as a slum,
Slur singing heard around the air as ya hum,
Ya so dumb, man the weed makes ya strong for mere moments until ya cough,
Ya seretonin level rises until it turns itself off,
Leavin ya breathless, smoke twirling in ya lungs,
Smoke stains, moving all around ya tongue,
The shit is nasty, man take the hint,
How can ya rap with shit around ya lips?…. (CHAPELLE!)
don't come steppin my way gen when you know you can't handle this
have to turn this diss the bitch shit to my obsession with cannabis...?
you're the lowest of the low and should be elevating higher
you only chattin bout gays cos it represents your own sexual desire
curb crawler with your arse out for hire...take a fuckin break
cos gen's the type to have two little guys standing on his wedding cake
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I won’t keep Sefton in suspense...I sense he's mad tight and tense...
Keepin sticks up his ass cuz he keeps sittin on the fence...
So you know what I do with redheaded children, I just snuff em...,
Good for nothin, bluffin, my dogs rip out the stuffing,
This manchild wants to act wild, we'll see who is live like a wire...
I spit bile the whole while you'll be acting like Richard Pryor...
That's always shook for comic effect... Grab to ya neck...
Snatch the Gillette, Buck fifty Brooklyn style cashin a check...
And then its set don’t bet within this lyrical war,
This is Sam from different strokes coming straight to the door,
But I aint gettin tight like arnold's playin no more...,
Rather fuck ya mom till her bed crash straight through the floor...
i'll keep genetic runnin from the carnage that i harvest
only one place for your shit...(yep, you guessed it!)..the garbage!
you're a worthless piece of shit rappin like you know best
i've jus read yer text,
and it sounds like you wouldn't even pass simple intelligence tests!
i'll lay this unwelcome guest to eternal rest...write your journal reports
cos in nocturnal sports,
i'll make you look a fool like dudes rockin bermuda shorts
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how many times do i gotta rip you alreddy
ripped em so many times you startin ta look like confetti
chop you up wit da 12 inch machette
put chu in da special dinner..."momma's spagetti"
listen the only thing that seperates me from you man
i operate well under pressure...blast nines wit both hands
i drive wit both hands cause i just got my learners
one hand off da wheel when i drive by...see you gon see da burner
aint talkin bout no grill or stove heat
i'll feel you wit so much lead dawg...like a SAT test bubble sheet
"im too outta da cup otha words im too fluid// stop distrubitin' da green//starting making rap music//cause seein my pops in prison was my infleunece"
YOUNG D IS DA ILLEST BATTLER I GURANTEE DAT SHIT THUNNY...OUTTA DA FAYETTENAUM....NC....YALL NIGGAS AINT READY
YOUNG-D and SQUAD UP's album on da street market now:
" We Alreddy In Da Buildin' "
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GET DAT SHIT
dudes a YOUNG GOD...then you the second messiah...
unless i start pouring gas on ya CD...none of ya records on fiyah...
where'd you get 'MOMMAS SPAGHETTI'...you been biting 'B-RABBIT'...
only reason you 'ROLLIN' daily...is cuz you an 'E-ADDICT'...
free 'STATIC'...if you want to 'CLING' to my rhyme...
im always out 'SHINGING' your spit...i've got 'BLING' on my mind...
bring on ya line...let me see what DGOD has got to offer...
he chokes cant hear nothing...
*COUGH* *COUGH*
if you look real close you can spot the cougher...
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i hear a lot of talking/but aint nobody goin do shit/
cuz when them 2 tools hit/ nobody's walking/i gotta mans best friend that dont bite,dont scratch,dont lick but it'll sho-nuff get the barking/fuck iz dis nigga talking/he the best out the rest/what he claimz but it'll stop when da heater spark him/dis pussy's running,all he doin is Marshall Faulking/he just a prey,the eagle see him then it'll get the sqwaking/u just a playboy u dont want beef/young D i'll fuck u up like J-Kwons teeth/
who the fuck is young d, he's nuthin but a fag-duke....
herd he can't suck dick...so where's the badd-newz??
ya a mad-fruit, get off the roids they'll drain you
n aint kiddin, it was written...go ask canseco
ya styles way-old, so go back to the basics son...
n i'll breakdance all over ya flows, like ya asics run
nothin in your whole entire name is fuckin dangerous
bet you entice kids with candy jus like a stranger does
battle me is brick wall syndrome blocked by my stop sign
claimin bad news is basic then you run away off line
who you think you are with avvy givin warnings
you'll get dropped so hard your fam'll neva come out of mourning
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morning o night ,i delight in yo fright,i diss this septic blake guy,operate fake tries
bitch I TOLD U.. i wanted salt on my fries, u got shit to clean somewhere, another sad sign,he can see, but still he just blind, n bro he woulnt know the truth i shoved in his eyes,ill spare yo life if u drop yo disguise,u un wise,drop n turn turd, insane in da germ, worm in his mind, i burn sefo n dangerous werdz, every time.
T-jesus quit ya yappin and ya shit rhyming,
You got to have flow man this isn't good timing,
Ya outta ya league, no doubt that you'll get smashed,
I'm about to own you, so don't forget to get ya check cashed,
Dangerous words? man I eat people like you for fun,
Fuck them pistols and knives, I'm a lyrical submachine gun,
Puttin more holes in you than swiss, when you always miss,
Before ya spit yo shit just take some lessons and learn ta diss...
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