Raid - R
skeet skeet plot plot
this bitch try to punk me but ima drop it like its hott
i tear thru walls, bust caps, then distory ya
you a bitch, runnin back to momma
well guess what? shes 6 feet unda
yous about to join her
Raid - R
skeet skeet plot plot
this bitch try to punk me but ima drop it like its hott
i tear thru walls, bust caps, then distory ya
you a bitch, runnin back to momma
well guess what? shes 6 feet unda
yous about to join her
haha my rhymes sound rushed
u were jacked off into a toilet and forgot to be flushed
then mysteriously came alive
an abortion gone wrong supposed to die
but i guess God felt sorry for you cause of your want to spit
and u about as good as rap as you are suckin dick
from what i hear from ur dad thats pretty bad
that he can have u go a whole hour without him beginnin to drain his nads
im glad u put tha dick down enough to pic up the mic
cause ur either a pussy or a really manley dyke
the reason u read my shit is to take notes..
u think u can diss the crew that slits throats
ur raps are weak its a shame u got tha gift of speach what a waste
all i hear is bullshit droppin out that ass lookin thing u call a face
so stick to bein a homo and pushin that fudge
u could hit me as hard as u can but i wont flinch let alone budge
weak ass rapper
give me the cronic aint no tellin what i do to ya
i heard out on the streets yous a whore
it was all a dream for you
now you tellin your momma that you only 5 foot 1
too short for anything
just like when i dick slapped ya, you asked for more
you considered a fool, cuz you dropped out of high school
God felt sorry for your ass, cuz you aint got no game
after you read this you gonna know my name
Last edited by twistaa45; February 25th, 2005 at 05:37 PM
shadowsk8er or wut ever
yo nigga i wasn't even spittin bout you,
but you can get it too, in your ass, or in your eye, my click we ride till we die,
dont care who the fuck your are, u might as well be debo for wut all i care,
you'll have that red under wear from gettin shot there, 6 of my niggas got deals,
and the otha 9 the roll round town lookin shoot pills, hustlin thats wut we do,
and your ass is so fake i can't stand it, god damnit, go kill yourself, face it you were a mistake, just the wrong decision, your pops should have mastrubated, than fucked your mom's, he was thinkin wut the fuck i do, i should have pulled out, than fucked her shootin caps like a machine, otha words you's a no-no, thats the shit you suppose to know.
stay out the cypher, you can't handle this rappin shit/
when I look at ya face all i see is flappin lips/
try to fight me? you gonna get slapped and punched
chew you up in a battle like a bowl of Captain Crunch/
then you gonna get flattened out, as if you was a Shad-ow/
gun you down, and stun you quickly kid, with this mad flow/
your rhymes are simplistic, generic, what's another word?/
well, simply put, you're the worst that i ever heard/
you think you can defeat me? dawg you gotta trash that/
after people hear you rap, they want their cash back/
cuz your style is weak and i gotta say your rap's whack/
the bitch uses spaces at the end of his senteance
i could give him lessons in great rhymes an pretense
crack headed mom smocked while he was developed
no wonder this bitch came out and then enveloped
whored by a clown and beat by a bitch finally...
nah man I'm talking about the everday life of your..
Family
i spit fuel that'll burn picturez into ya opticsz//
its back to d boards with ya tactics//
that kraOn shit, aggrevates my eyelids//
i flash heat wit clips that'll tell ya bye kid//
stepped in the wrong province, novice aint on the guestlist//
wit a twist, bout to pop shit open like sierra midst
i extinguish all flames,armaggedon peaks slain
cause your laser beams lame,"guya" rebels to yo evilest ways
fuck the blueprint,this the last days,preschooling architect blinks at streets gay
gat winks and i wont listen to shit,1 billion wrongs sing to your tea party songs
nay 2 bilions and some..turn a cyloned out birthed a why? clone, in an african time zone
i bang middleweights wit little or no weight//
i slap generals n cast demons n leave ya to ur fate/
cant call out ya name, demeaning to d most high//
i spray five, like wide receivers, you dive, you die
theres is only one thing under the sun never done
but ill wont tell a noweight,cause i reakon yo dum
eYar slap A demented 5 spat receiver
and heave ya
ill rap bomb ya then leave ya
when i dive i return with lobsters and sea food
and d most high wont recieve rotten fruit,ok-e-dude
Middleweight but yet....., thats only based on posts..
436 remarks and quotes, but none of them are hot enuff to roast
Heres a toast, to your interaction via the internet... on this site
Same shit, different clik, sick? Mainly shite, got a ghost writer to write.
Don't even look at the height of my status, coz you'll get crushed on
Spit more shit than the latest bitch on this site, my shoulder, you get brushed on.....
Shit if i thought this was fo'real i'd pull out the pen and pad..
but since this is a bitches fight, if you win, then im glad....
"Blood 4 Lyf"... "S'happenin mah dawg? .. Got nuttin but love 4 you.."
self-ignorance......shit dawg ur fuckin name gives you away
ur ignornce overcomes you n leads your mind astray
leavin ur rhymes wack...n u call urself a mc'..u needa smack
cus ur disses lack punches n personals...they ave no effect
the only time your rhymes hot is when u self-glorify
cus to the rest of r/b you just anova herb..bout to die
your a homeless cunt...bitch your fucking destitute...
called "street play"...does that mean your a prostitute?...
kid...this isnt the herb forum...your were fooled...
im the teacher in the game...your about to be schooled...
i got piles of bills farther than you can see and stacked tall...
and il blind you...draw on your eyes with the chalk from the blackboard...
So I grabbed a blackboard and slapped the fuck out Heartless with it
Because this kid is fuckin idiot, wack and still dont get it
Im gonna serial kill you like I was the Night Stalker
Blow your ass up with "dynamite" call me Jimmy Walker
Somebody stop me, Im outta control
I ripped off Heartless's head, wanna see his throat hole?
I also jammed a broomstick down his neck and clogged his lower bowel
I tried to clean up the mess with a bunch of paper towels
I reached into his pocket and stole all his dead presidents
I left no fingerprints no DNA and not one ounce of evidence............
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wft is this newbs doin here ??...he needs mental help...
wants me to rip him ?? his own name rips his fuckin self...
yo call yourself dork...he must be intelligent to a degree...
im not proppin him...cuz hes an cunt...its easy to see...
im gonna ask this fuck for a few choice tips on life...
i want to be wack...so im askin your for advice...
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