SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Let all of RB know just how bad of a motherfucker you are!
Tell us why ya dope!
SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Let all of RB know just how bad of a motherfucker you are!
Tell us why ya dope!
Yeah Im Dope Cus im Hung Like a Horse
Obviously i mesuerd it Twice of course
12 inch an proud an 2 chickz on tha end
there working it like whorez Cept no money Spent
Bitchs line up while the money stacks up
Live Life the way i wanna without even a Hicup
Methods
call me street pharmicist...cuz dammit man im so dope...
dammit man theres no coke...its got me screaming OH NO!!...
dammit man im so low...on low pro's...exterior's white...interior is so coco...
gotta love that black n white...man ill fucking attack on sight...
wish i could say good brawl...but dammit man that scuffle lacked a fight...
it was more like man vs. woman...me vs. you...
shoulda kicked ya mom in the womb...right before she birthed you...
all over my house these bitches left there panties n bras..
shit i got more pussy then the biggest porn star..
hoes all on my dick in the back of the limozeen..
an all the hoes r used once that way there nice an clean..
an they all no that i rap they even say im dope..
i smack them in the shower so they drop the soap.
i get that much assn anyway..lil girls even want it from me..
but im like bitch i got enough...an i jus got out of the penatentiary
yo text structured like vertebrae's spine,
prefect creations control tha streets like traffic signs,
metaphors metamorphicly crush nigga like a ritual sacrifice,
force feeding tha illest penicillin then mashin soft text that die-harder than bruce willis,
niggas wantin to battle me practice on my biography,
call em "doo-doo"retrospect cuz when i think back there flow was crappy
i got the ice on my knuckles to punch them faggots out, i got the cross around my neck to prove i'm god no doubt,
you don't know me, you don't want to know me, i'm like a cat on prowl, and i'll fucking kick in your feet in if you shove me around,
you dont' see my rhymes cuz there hitting you from behind, you don't feel my lines cuz they're invisable all the time,
you don't want to see how angery i can be, cuz i'm crazy like a killer who you'll hate to meet,
it's over i'm more doper than you are, you wanna pick a fight with me your gonna need a crowbar,
but tha's alright i'll still use my fists, and bitch when it's done your face will be covered in piss,
Last edited by heartless creep; February 21st, 2005 at 05:49 PM Reason: misspelled word
Some How This Site Into It I Had To Linger/i Didnt Know Dymonk Had A Pix Of Me At Five Given The Finger/ I Must Say I Like That Chick Who Dancin And Shakin Her Tit/ Hopefully Her Custome Will Have An Error Like The Janet Jackson Bit/
ive got more plaques than JORDAN n JACKSON...
only problem i see is im bored n you wak son...
grab my mic cord n attack son...if you cant afford it than jack one...
lights..cameras..ACTION...this the climax of the verse...
you seen my spit...the IMAX versions worse...
im so fucking DOPE...i smoked outta PYREX first...
you could call me the POLICE...cuz im always COPpin bags...
whys this a hate crime...just becuz im dropping fags...
popping tags...off my brand name t-shirts...
no matter how much i buy a girl...she hurts...she flirts...
wit every dude that walks past...if she talks first...he talks last...
im best to stalk fast...cuz otherwise i might lose him...
and that means that i might lose her...
im always a winner by choice...but three times i was forced to be a loser...
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16 hours later...hold on wait...yeah im still the shit...
only reason im the best...cuz people feel my spit...grab the steel n clip...
run out my door...protect my title...neglect my rival...
this started becuz you didnt respect my style...
was i born this dope...i wonder if i practiced...
ill 'SAY GOODBYE TO HOLLYWOOD'...still underneath this actress...
got gats...not raps...underneath the mattress..
flip that bed...turn over where you nap...
when i start spitting...its like people deaf to your raps...
cuz aint nobody hear you rap...
queer you capped...so sit back...
im getting off topic...this is about me and my dope ness...
minute i step on scene...i leave every other brother hope less...
I am king, I am god, I control your mind and your thoughts
I am the fucker that kicked your ass when you fought
that bitch in the seventh grade, but fear not nurses came to your aide
I am your mother bitching at you for smoking, I am your father, just against the toking
Stay cool, and embrace this power, I contribute the greatest, every fucking waking hour.
What's that? 6 lines drop some more? alright motha fucker, this is aint a battle, it's a war.
Try and stop me, fight me, fight through your faded visions, you still won't see.
Last edited by JaakDaPhake; February 23rd, 2005 at 04:30 AM
yo this be ace/
im on top like of the game
a bitch that likes to do dominate/
im sick like a 2 nigga pornal flick/
and my style is as tight as a virgins pussy/
i stand out in this cypher/
like a white boy in the hood/
so make sure you niggas and bitchs know/
that im one of da best/
cause i know i am and you know imma flaont it/
All Yall Callin Me Sir Now, Cuz I gripped Da Tec and got yall Seein Blur..
Got yall scared ta speak, talkin in slurs, Killin dese Cats Now im Rockin Furs....
Got Ya Girls In mah Cars, And She screams mah Name dont even think bout yours...
I Jam Tec 9's And I spit crazy rhymes, now im gettin famous off 9 lines...
Its cuz im Dope Homie, And Mah Rocks will Shatter Vision, and Pockets stay fat wit Dimes...
Your times ova, AOs Jus begun and mah name Shines, Rubbin da bitches Drunk off fine wines...
King of da world Kicked yall down, Philly mah town, Come see us X-Cali G-Money S.Raw Reese SirAo Grip da Sawd...
BLAHHHH
when u hear about dope u think about the coke we push on da streets/
what u don't understand is/ the dopest is me/
flowin so scantless that the rhyemes can't hold
bitchs tryna hate on me cause i'm 19 an flawsin so bold/
makin nigga's catch colds/ u under estmatin my codes/
when the dopest come around u get on da ground and kiss my hands and feet till u kiss da crown
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u betta run cuz i'm comin fo u wit the sawed off shotie
Shit im doper than light rain or bad weather
Me and my crew will always stay together
Caz we all rap real clever, we better this way
and like to fuck hot girls named heather
Fuck Tammy Faye, she was yesterday
Im talking bout today
And everyting I talk is real not no tu shay
im like the 3 pac, 1 higher than the old
Caz I put one song on my tape
and it already sold, the song wasnt done either
SHit I accidentily burned my ryme book in the heater
Who cares I can rap off the top as good
A real quality that should make every rapper a playa in his hood
I upgraded to four pac and u people still pac one
My album will down grade u all to the first level, Pac none
U done and my glory is bigger than the twin towers
Im hotter than a thousands suns, baths, and steamin showers
Wowzers my shit is crazy, and u guys the cowards
And im a get rid of u faker like a mower plowing Flowers
someone garnish the wages/5 shells full stomach the guages//
reincarnated as text to haunt rapbattle pages//
a modern day savage.. outgrew life's cages//
broke free, turned a new leaf n watch enemies burn in daylight like piles of coal heaps//
an eccentric brainstorming techniques to cluster the minds of rapbattles' geriatricZ//
a battle fanatic wit burnt pages of hitlist//
punchlines thru cranium till niggaz get dis-MISSED//
trapped n stripped clean of they chains n g-unit jeanz//
the mercy i plea is pain to me,// i strap ak's on the chests of rivalries//
in broad day light, murder ur own team/
kill or be killed, bitch, wake up, its only a fucking dream...
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