m pulsive
i CRACK FOES when GATS BLOW u spit WACK FLOWS u FAG HO u talking about fingering my ASS HOLE??//
ur GAY AS IT GETS im SLAYING UR TEXT and SPRAYING UR SET and the thought of defeating me is sillier than SAYING UR BEST (hell nah)//
cuz u suck MAD COCKS...ITS TRUE ..i..CLAP GLOCKS WIT TOOLS so just BACK UP N VIEW my MURDEROUS SCHEME as i HURT YA N LEAVE plus i aint HEARD OF UR TEAM
but if i do..best believe ill be SERVING U QUEERS..faggots...
Psycho
Second look at your text, what are you a head case?
Metaphorically speaking, your acapella with no base
Im sayin no puberty and no lyrical taste
Even the wackest spit shit lyrics in yo face
You dont just hug the cox, you embrace
Tymes up bitch, your closed, aka cold case.
wut is the reason for the bull shit rap//
this dude is the dirty colon pushin this waste crap//
u got nice moves as a whore so forget the dance floor//
make that quick money sellin that diry (useless mouth) n he comin for more//
chill you aint that tight, if even worth that make shyft//
whe he spits he makes shit, depressin like his avatar who got a face lift//
all you think about is that gay shit, wishin ta ride his dick,
the flow you'd help him produce, anticipating that prick.
come up with some decent hits, how you supposed to drive?
If ya cant steer, like your punches they veer into a dive.
u'll die like encounters with h2s alive, shut down your respitory.
caught you by suprise, killed you and all that phony glory.
Lyrical Disciple & Tobias^^
Lyrics are frightful, staren off into space, dreamin up gay porn, he "sightful"//
Callen emself a disciple, jesus loved evryone, but he'd pimp slap you twice hoe//
Indight this pussy into the flammers hall of fame, his ass is riped, advil wont stop the pain//
Tobias talkin shit up on his main frame, problem is when he need a cookie, he gon need a crane//
Calls himself the next slim, cant fit on a bench, thinks hes a souljah, cant fit in the trench//
Takin two on, you cud say im bencin twice the weight, meetin your lyrical fate//
Like TObias eatin his last plate, Lyrical Disciple man betta start a clean slate//
Case yur full of shit, Tobias can relate.//
U need to backtrack ur flow, rethink ur lyrics.
U rhymes is unreal, kinda like the matrix.
Ur mouth spits more shit than ur fuckin asshole.
That's why u go head first, when u hit the toilet bowl.
Mah crew don't just bark we bite like pitbulls.
I was already klownin' fags while u were still afraid to ditch school.
If I was to see u in the streets, just hand over ur wallet.
I'm blockin' all ur shot like yao ming from houston rockets.
i think you need to rethink yo lyrics cuz yo first bar dont flo
if there was a sport for wack rappers youll be a pro
ill pull out the heaters and have you surrounded in flames
ill have you dancing like micheal jackson under makeshyfts name
that flo was as stale as 4 month old bread
i think peenutz is what you got between yo legs
If you believe in the concept of eye for an eye then we'll all soon be blind
ayo, here come yoshi wit da nursery rhymes
rap like a little kid wit da nursery lines
u need to stop writin cause there ain't no use
so give ya rhyme book back to doc Seuss
and don't try to write about my username
cause i'll spit sick like the flu so u can't use ur name
If u wanna win against me
then i'll diminish ya hope
cause if u was a sniper u couldn't see me
even through a new scope
come get me...
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Darth Mual partol streetz looking 4 bitches to mugg
here another pussy i'm verbally abuse name DreLove
i got diss bitch above and hommie that you
called me 5O i crush yo rapper career like Ja Rule
Darth win againist you with no effort
keep talking and faggot you leave this site in a hearse
Darth Maul
how many times i gotta tell you this
leave rapbattles, cuz dissin you, is like takin a piss
its easy, cuz all yoru rhymes suck
take out cha knees, hit you with a hollow tip, yeah try to duck
not gonna be able to defend yourself, im sayin "what the fuck"
wack ass flow, rhymes blow
its soo bad, you cant even afford a ho
man why you gotta keep on spittin
me and my boys, we never give up, we always commit
you suck at this, once again, its like driving, you dont have your permit
so boy please do us a favor and leave and never come back
if you do, dont call the foul, here comes the hack
Twista and Retro
M will merk ya, twist ya like pretzel bread
have u set still stiff, right in retro's bed
U both suck ass, im like the lyrical scissors
Cut ur ass in half, but u wont grow back like them lizards
Ur a foul animal, u stink up place and make controvery
I play with yall bitches, like u chess pawns at mercy
Blow ur bitch asses off the map, Twista and Retro
Have u so deep in the ground, but u aint takeing the Metro
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
M pulsive
Aight It's one thing to win and another to lose /
it's a shame when you use collateral like Fox and Cruise /
Why you call yourself plusive when you never be beating ? (wining ) /
Hell , maybe you gamble for candy instead to go trick or treating /
You remind me of a lizard in the desert that never leaves traces /
Just when you think you there , it's a mirage-coated , oasis /
You just a wanna-be emcee ; always somewhere for the fight /
But then again you remind me of a moth ; attracted to the light /
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M Pulsive
this kid is such a fag
i got this shit, do i need to brag?
man, pack your shit, and head for the hills
your game is weak, ima collect them bills
why you even rap, you make no sense
ima run you down, make quick for the fence
boy, im mean, thats right ima call you my little toy
i ride and supply, its time you be destoryed
once again, ima tell you to leave
if you dont, ima cut you up, start makin a weave
Im new to his shit.. so give me sum slack..
Twistaa45...
He has problems.. he's quite smart but dumb.. call his kid an EDUCATED-SCRUB...
This kid couldn't "Catch-Me-Slippin'" if he was a wet-LAMINIATED-GLOVE..
Your lyrics are trash kid, spectators scheme threw ya lines.. they SEE-BORED....
'Cause your rhymes are "Type-Gay" like Elton John at your KEY-BOARD..
Unlike You.. after i Text it up.. I get Automatic FEED-BACK..
I leave your "Head Capped" i ain't talkin' bout FITTED-HATS..
This a keystyle kid, required not much thought, watch you SAY-FOO(Fool)..
'Cause you can split my 16's bars in half son and i still would have EIGHT-YOU..(8x2=16)
iigh yo im out..
[MoRtIfY]
nigga you supa garbage
post again bitch and ill cremate yo carcass
ill give you feed back when it do, still then fuck you
logg the fuck off that weak shit you post giving muthfucka the flue
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