Im not hating it Im tell the truth...hating is just jealousy...Im serious ur shit is straight wack...Originally Posted by indoformz
Im not hating it Im tell the truth...hating is just jealousy...Im serious ur shit is straight wack...Originally Posted by indoformz
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
M pulsive
rhymes are to vile to recycle, so i'll throw you in the can
you must dead dawg, coz i aint feeling you "pulse" man
i hate your style, i'm ingorant to fag's like you c
this guys dead already..so he cant even "beat" me
fuck it..imma relax, roll and pass over the joint
i dont feel pressure..you just struggle to get over the point
That was gay...lol what were u half way through orgasm off the hand when u wrote that shit...no response to a fag who writes nursery rymes
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
maybe coz u were owned stfu
sporadic from wales you just aint gangsta boi//
make you my lil bitch, you fuckin boy toy//
lil girl, girl scout for more of the matter//
your all mixed up like someone stirred you up in cake batter//
fuckin Uk rappers are lame, your rhyme schemes are bullshit//
have you cryin to the preacher, bowed down in the pulpit//
..Sporadic..
Your tactics? they're whack kid/
You're whole styles just too "sporadic"//
I'm interglactic when I rap-spit, track fix or slap-bitch../
Rappers like YOU! (need to get offa this DICK.)//
3 bars ain't enough to prove that you're tough.../
That's why I'mma grab the gats out ya sig and start FUCKIN YOU UP//
Pillboy...
I've got the Illest will, chill, bitch your style is NIL/
Take me to a fuckin rave the way I be POPPIN' PILLS//
Concusive blows to your dome are likely to induce trauma/
Translation: I be messin' with ya mind, like when you saw daddy stabbin' mamma//
Haha, can't cry to the bitch now!/
Then again, after readin this, you prolly done RIPPED YOUR EYES OUT!//
Haven't dropped on a board in a minute.. get at me if you feel the need.
Last edited by Blink; May 25th, 2005 at 08:59 PM Reason: This "pill boy" dropped right before me.. oh well. I'll get at him too.
MC BLINK
blink, i think you need to stop drop and think//
for you get put out like a vietnamese chink//
fuckin charlie, your out of sinc rhymes make me giggle//
why dont you get on your knees and deep throat my pickle//
you wish you was hard as me, thats why you attack//
your garbage son and i'm here with the garbage bag//
Look, I'll send you a few bucks, you're sweeter than Aunt Jemima/
Call me a chink? I guess you are all IGNORANT FUCKS, down in SOUTH CAROLINA//
Bust you one in the skully, callin' my lyrics outta sync?/
Well this off-timed rhymer will "put a few circles around ya" like fuckin' skating rinks!//
Listen boy, I'm your father, dissin' me is like treason../
I'm new, but this cat don't have a battle record for a REASON!//
MC BLINK
bitch quit qoutin the stars commin off the red carpet
cuz lyrically ur legally soundin straight up retarded
your intelligence quota's so low its no doubt uncharted
if i lend u 30 points ur still stuck and ive started
this dis thread man pill boy get ur shit toghether
we all hope the reason why u wont reply is cuz u feel under the weather
not cuz u oded and have had ur memory severed
but i think thats what happened cuz them pills u endeavour
man ur rhymes are wak rizzle/ it sounds to me like gizzle/ like ur tryin to make ur giz hot so u put it on the stove till it sizzles/ ur rhymes got some disease with a case of the sniffles/ ill keep this short and simple/ jus like ur brain it sounds crippled/ ur jus mad cuz my rhymes so hot u gotta thro em in the river till it ripples/ like im hittin home runs and u cant get close to a triple/ i already slapped u so much wit my words that ur face is full of pimples/ unlike u my brain ain little/ i rhymed 6 lines wit the same thing/ try and come bak at my lil riddle/ while i chop off ur lil dimples
its wak but i used the same rhyme in 6 lines
insaity
that was wak/ all them lines slacked/ u might not be insane but ur def crazy/ puttin the same rhyme in 6 lines is just plain lazy/ put a lil more thought into what ur spittin/ grittin my teeth/ grippin my beef/ just so i can some kinda relief/ that shit was torture/ put it in the mortur.....wary/ that shit hit me like sour milk and im allerigic to dairy/ so sit back, keep ur chin up/ put ur hand on ur dick and stare at ur dr. dre pin up/ and pencil down a better spit/ and make a rough draft b4 u post so i aint gotta read that shit/
not bad, not bad.....next
u alright but u aint me
wit ur hand on my dick the only way u gon bea me
c i dont grip pencils and pens
but my fist ball up and glench ya
livin in pittsbrug bullets flying in bigs herds
leavin holes in ya shirt
u beat get serouis
all that weed man is making u delereus
my speeling my be off
but my aim is sharp
wanna battle 4real tell ur mans to laod up
meet me in the park after dark and we can spark
rated the greatest y cuz of the shit i just demosated
just a warm up man just getting started
Uncivl...
You're a waste of time, lines and rhymes/
Kickin this whack emcee "outta sight, outta mind"//
lol.. not even worth the effort
ILL-LEGAL...
Let's be real, when was the last time you heard the words "record-deal"/
Never bitch! and I'll tell you why, simple and clean/
Cuz the fuckin city of PITTSBURGH HAS NO RAP SCENE//
My lyrics are like good pussy... Turnin rappers to fiends/
Rap to you is like a dick... IT'S NOT IN YOUR "GENES"//
This cat's like a "lawyer" the way he just got "de-barred"!!/
Fuckin retard..
Last edited by Blink; May 26th, 2005 at 12:19 AM
MC BLINK
blink
go ahead and keep ur dream/ it only takes me to make a scene/ and im blowin up/ got a crowd around me just by showin up/im not on the hunt for a record deal/just another mc to make a meal/thats the only thing stoppin my hunger/im the captain on this ship bitch......... and ARRRRRRG ur just another lunger/i get you dizzy and thats when i pin ya back/and i dont think u "got a lil captain in ya" jack/quick like a cheetah eyes like and eagle/im a wanted man everywhere i go thats why im ill-legal
come dont blink i move lik the wind and when i spit it brun ur thoart lik taking shots of gin nigga lik u try an knock me off my blance failing to realize that the kid is raw talent reppin dc so u know im in the projects look at the waist all u see is havey objects and u addicted cuz i spit crack now get ur pen and pad and think of a response bac chump