lol r u guys serious wit that shit ima come back in ah couple seconds and kill all of ya'll
lol r u guys serious wit that shit ima come back in ah couple seconds and kill all of ya'll
You gonna kill who? Lemme Say this first/
In a rap diss the point is to DROP A VERSE/
Dont just sit there pretendin that your able/
Else ill strangle your fake ass - with your own mic cables/
Bitch your ass is from florida - land of the old/
whats this i see? shit man low and behold/
you still aint dropped a cuss but i bet you still think u can flo/
My advice - sit your fake as down you lil ignorant ho
Yea u did drop a verse.. but u still wack
Ya not able..just mentall disabled thats y u get a clap
I strait shotgun ur spits..never mind a sho-gun
Fuck if u think ur gonna be ill..it'll never be done
My advice.. is to leave rb and stop rapping
Coz ur ass is what puts the wack in wacking
Censors
Why rap when ur style is past wack
I think u deserve a slap for even writing back
Cap u with my gat and lay u on the mat
My vendetta is on until this nigga go plat.
Fuck i dont think u can ever compare
Caz I be this cats worse fucken nightmare
Strip his raps from him and leave this fag bare
so get off the dicks bitch caz u aint no playa
U scared of my words caz I can see it in ur eyes
Next time u spit will be the end of ur demise
Said u all british rapper who comes way wacker
Then anyone i seen yet, I dont like this cracker
smoke, nice name so thats just what i'll do
i'll take a puff step face to face and blow out at you.
watch ya eyes water but not from my exhale
see bow down to your king who everybody already do hail
as the bad ass son of a bitch that i am
after every battle with me no fucker can stand
so fuck u man, i knocked u out with not even my strong hand
so go ahead and wipe that tear of ya cheek
you can try again later i will be here all week
Revelations 6: 17 "for the great day of His wrath has come. and who shall stand?"
aigh aight let me get this straight your gonna come up here and try to flow
aight come one up I don’t have all day lets go
hell no your flow is to slow
you don’t have any game
your like a dieing flame
that’s a real shame
the next time you want to step to the champ come prepared to loose
but for now go home and take a nice long snooze
maybe by then you wont feel so gay
all your doin is wasting away
your life if you think your even o.k
so go out side and hop in your range rover
cause your games over
shades what a queer ass name
you be thinkin you got all this game
come to the top and meet your match
ill be waitin wit some nines, bout to top ya ass
you think your the king, you bow down to this kid
cuz im the one who runs this game
hey shades, i'm bout to un tuck my ak,
and spray, till its light outside, i'm the best that rides,
24/7 i dip wit my crew, and got a lot but ain't don't got shit to prove,
don't step to me your quick to lose, this ain't depth,
i'm swift to let, lose, the lines to smash your koof,
init to winit, this is light work, you a big balla you hang wit twork,
or was it bang'em smurf, it doesn't matter you'll never cryp in my turf.
watch me flip on ya verse
da-one iz da one and only who'll crip on ya turf
i send pain to ya azz
you's a hoe easy 2 break like a champaigne glass
feel bad i gotta to diss consistent
you cant rap lil nigga stop pretending
consistent shows he aint no fucken good
Hides his battle record and comes from Ewood
Fuck u, and ur dirty ass neighborhood
Im tire of that weak crap this bitch went and pulled
Dont try and fight back, caz ur dumbass will be schooled
this guy wasnt passed down his own families Jewels
Fucken bare ass halloween imitation equipt like ghosts and ghouls
So back off the elevating genus if u wanna retain ur rep
And go back to ur shack u fucken Ewood teachers pet
24/7 you dip wit your crew..cause you scared..runnin fa ya life*
you ain't tight far from consistent..just read tha shit you typed*
get tha fuck take ya crew witcha'...for I split you like ass cheeks*
you weak...walkin' through gardens'tha only time you spit on beets*
WTF...this nicca sucks..blow job would be an understatement*
you couldn't rap in my city..if I locked you in tha basement!*
'ain't dont got shit to prove'? - u stutterin little geek/
I feels unfair that im gon rip this dood who dont know how to speak/
Face facts you dont own slugs or a gat/
you dont pack - an also in addition to that/
You can catch an ass whoopin from ya front to ya back/
Punch with a pack fake nigga - gonna feel the attack/
Ayo - on this mic i be the bomb/
Shut ya punkass - the only time your ridin' is wit your mom/
Im come up in here and bitch slap a nigga
The one whos shit is wack, yea im talking to quika
Figure out how u gonna resort to violence
Intense the feelings when I come for him with sirens
SPent ur ass like I was spending some bills
Get a new name bitch caz my fucken label kills
soak him in my spit hes gonna need some gills
And this guy still broke, with no record deals
This fags hair is struck, he got hit my lightning
After I brush the blood off, my fist start tightning
And Im about to do away with all Mc when I fighting
Im not just here to kill, I practice the art of genociding
too wordy a verse, kick scripts to essays//
reprint ya blueprint, tonight u meet PRESLHEY/-presley
shogun a twin pussy, digest cum clips givin dome to my uzi//
thru d fine print, i rhyme sick, move swiftly like d night serpent//
closed eyes see less, bitch u aint readY
that rap I cant believe you just made it,you sound like you are constipated/
even your own mother would hate-it,even wackness couldnt rate-it/
i really dont think you are ready to spit,pussy and uzi dont rhyme you dumb shit/
somebody call a doctor-quick,i think hes on a bad-trip/
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