K.O i'll PUSHya off da cliff/
yo rhymes leave my mind all stiff/
not understanding a single bar/
i'll shut yo ass up wit a cro-bar/
crack dat bottle over ya head at da bar/
everyone talkin bout K.O-ing da retard/
K.O i'll PUSHya off da cliff/
yo rhymes leave my mind all stiff/
not understanding a single bar/
i'll shut yo ass up wit a cro-bar/
crack dat bottle over ya head at da bar/
everyone talkin bout K.O-ing da retard/
imma make your LYRICs BURST...watch your words explode...
have your brain collapse son...see this nerd implode...
my verbs in code...
action is in another language...can you feel this brothers anguish...
like this brothers speaking spanglish...
two in one...you won one...
doubt it...you done son...you done run...
so whos done son...
dont come back with your slashes...like a freddy flick...
you a fly weight son wow...like my heavy dick..
you speak on retards...when you the one wit a handicap...
dont speak sweet heart...stop that candy rap...
i asked for some decent spit...why you hand me that...
^^^
this fag's lines are so used up an sayin the same shit you could call it mario-brothers,
im in a film to be released, episode 2 "attack of the moans" an it stars-yo-mother...
^
Limp-dick sucks hard with skills so hard you gonna cry
Lip-stick sticks to my hard dick and then you gonna die
You gonna fly and get high by my burnin` out flow
So get-off mine cuz when I go you`ll gonna blow
I blow mics and give mic-grains and head-akes
My flow strikes on plaines and cook you red-stakes
Love Peace and Hip-Hop
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red-stakes
^^^
Limp Dick??? well you could call him a size-four/
is that your hit-n-run? so now ill leave you with tyre-soars/
weakness is an art and you're a pussy-picasso/
"you're burning out flow"?? then you must-be-an-asshole/
SwiftKillah, Back!
Killer that kills flys and gets screwed by 4ize
I hit tries and hide lies and my flow will shore rize
I resize ya skill cuz you`re under the top
You ain`t a thug man cuz you rhyme like-a-cop
So stay home and shut-up cuz you`re as dumb as a flea
So pass the microphone to Ize and start apologize to me
Love Peace and Hip-Hop
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^^^LMAO....--->^^What da hell was that...So stay home and shut-up cuz you`re as dumb as a flea
Look, Ima take a lil easy on you, since its ur first time
Cuz ur like a desperate emcee tryin to make it, with ya whack rhymes
What the hell were u thinkin, postin some dumb shit
Knock ya ass out plum quick, like useless viagra users, you couldnt even Cum quick
I'm tryin to embarss ya to much, since ur only a newb
I can tell you your whack, cuz u register before me, and i got more posts than you do...LMAO
^^^some weak shit...LMAO
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all ya ryhmes are classic
i dare yo to spit em so you can get ya ass kicked
im a lyrical demolishonist blowin ya mind out
blow ya whole set up while you callin a time out
if you dare battle me you gone find out
my set run up on you wit they nines out
and im tryin to make it simple so all yall weak asses can understand
turnin ya into ghost and runnin through you like pac man
-for all yall weak ass punch lines heres ya lesson, consider it a lyrical blessin-
dudes a kung fu expert...doing movies wit JET LI...
you couldnt beat me...if i let you...you wanna bet me...
stop the conversating...just spit your verse n go...
you wanted to battle me...scared to be the first to flow...
you need to rehearse the show...
cuz in practice you suck...under the mattress you duck...
this aint rehearsal...just cuz this actress gets fucked...
yeah add the ress...minus the or...
mad and stressed...dividing me more...
ive come to a cross roads...really fuck em up...or let em be...
everytime this boss flows...it really fucks em up...cuz they envy me...
you empty gee...
so why you keep on trying...keep on lying...
to yourself...we both know you suck...keep on crying...
^^I dont believe this guy..
R u seriousso why you keep on trying...keep on lying...
to yourself...we both know you suck...keep on crying...
Okay...you need to get some more rhymes, cuz ya brain is bust
Here son, take this money and go to Rhymes-Raren't-Us
You lack skill, not even trained to be real, and even if you was from Houston, you still couldnt be Born To Kill
I seen ya whack verses, so u dont even put up a fight
Like a Rookie doctor, you still couldnt Open the Mic(ur rookie open mic)
How many times have i crushed you and u still mess wit me
And ur still comin, you dont Jet, u dont Li(leave)
You dont understand english, u dont respond properly
I done messin wit ya, ya brain is through
Just put the mic down,.....and fuck you too
http://bluegoldfish.blogs.com/currents/Rap-thumb.bmp
this fucking kid...
bringing up BORN TO KILL...just so you can maybe get props...
bathe in gasoline...spark a match...only way you maybe get hot...
lately hip hop...
has been in a frenzy...AY DUude be careful of who ya friends be...
send three...at this emcee...til its empty...
ohhhhhhhhh...big man...copy and steal a pic...
fucking queer...didnt you fucking hear...dont fucking steal my shit...
speaking of rookie's...hows your career...where is it going...
you gonna bite my verse like my pic...here is my flowing...
share in the knowing...that you cant beat me...sorry sweety...
in a WHOS MORE QUEER contest...only time you defeat me...
^^U just dont stop...
Battlin wit me is something ur gonna regret
How ya losin dis Match like irresponsible people wit Cigarettes
Look...how ya gonna use "fucking" 3 times in one line to sound hard
You so stupid, cuz i asked you if you was Down, like Syndrome Retards
Ur a herb, i'll murder u anyday,
Cuz my punches come equip, like football gear, on Any Given Sunday
All you have to do is ask...just let me know if ya wanna battle
Cuz i wanna start no Beef, if I'm messin wit a COWard in a Cattle
this guy writes his lyrics two days in advance, added some punches in/
the boy still aint got no hands, punches miss, mine tight swiss pants//
you don't wanna dance with ya wack stance, yo spit sick bars if u waz thoughing up 100 grand/
you struggle in my ring like you in quic sand through ur punches see how many of em land//
you cant fuck with me, im super ulgy, if you ever hear me flow on you agian dog u lucky/
ya garbage is my diet i eat it when im hungry, spit it out as fire in church on sunday//
please prey 4 my down fall you faggots.
street u dont want no beef
i jack u and strip u down to ur fake as teeth
come on u aint tryin to see this dude
cuz the mac will rip ur body up like wendy's food
come on i'm a killa so tell ur man
cuz the 9 will leave a hole in u like a soda can
correct me if im wrong, i dont mean to be cold/
you strip niggas down, jack 'em and leave ya nine i their hole//
you thats 1 thing you shouldnt say, cuz its gay if you ask me/
matter of fact dont mention nothing 'bout your gay tendencies//
young pussy, young pushing a buck fitty, or butt burglary/
you not hurting me you hurting ya self you prob. like it that way//
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