SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
I'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like their friend just balled their girl!
Start with me!
SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
I'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like their friend just balled their girl!
Start with me!
Born to Kill
only thing he's born-to-kill is a happy meal
lost a battle 2 months ago, niggas laughin' still
take his guns away like his anal virginity
spittin wit sic skills from now 'til infinity
think he's blind, cuz every shot he takes is a miss
if this was MTV, ya ass would be quick to get the dismiss
...::Still Untamed/Uncaged/Unbeaten::...
u ant pretty u a bitch prettyboy
DA i sent u somemessage
Last edited by iceyboy; July 11th, 2005 at 01:01 PM Reason: iceyboy
This yourboy iceyboy 0-0 i need some winns
yo aint icey boy, my neck got lots a ice
if you dont sell drugs and you hustle then you shot the dice
nigga, you gotta rap to diss somebody
now ima diss another nigga and catch a body
already riped Da Animal to shreds, now he abck for more
tell em, get ya friends come back witcha whore
so i can fuckher too, but not the way i did you
i mean she gun suck my dick till she swallow my spooge
this nigga talkin bout anal sex, to another male
nigga the only time you seen a package, was in the mail
If this was MTV, you wudnt be on DF
fagget, youd be on room raiders gttin ya room checked
tryna finda bitch cuz your girls a Ho
till MTV fucks you and puts you on the gay episode (haha)
Born To Kill, he from Houston oyu dont want none of that
you cud take away his ghat, his niggas is still strapped (aint that right B?)
you always drop the minimum ya weak mufucka
bang on this nigga til lhe cnat speak mufucka
or type mufucka, smoke suin get right mufucka
and i get another red spot on my knife mufucka
He got no chains, no rings, no bling...but he's an Iceyboy
He's more like an slurpee...now that's really Icee boy
BTK said dis that bitch so you da bitch that I diss
Don't have to throw any punches....
You'll just "knock yourself out" like Jada Kiss
I'm bonifide...your inaccurate
In other words...I hit bullseyes...you just miss...quing
The party live n groovin you hit da stage theres alot of booing
Far from a rapper, why don't you leave it alone n get ghost like Casper
You got the tsunami type of flow...spit over a beat its a disaster
No paraphrases, no que cards, I'm real you just an actor.....bItch
I can see Camo is really full of fright
Cus I'll light his block up like light bright
I'm hungryer then a wild animal when unfed
This nigga dropped 11 lines and nothing was said
This Emcee is nothing but wack and lacks talent
I now nigga that spit harder then he does
.........Bobby brown Mike Jones and Jimmy Fallen
Spit back bitch
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Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
~Big Pun~
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin
Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
~Big Pun~
When feelings are tore we bleed thourgh similar veins/
you stole my line bout the light brite but i send no pain/
you name be self excalmitory, i don told no brainz/
ill take the left side and leave you with a tenth of insane/
fuck tha world cas it takes more than brainz AK knowledge/
if i spit the words of god's son you know you best follow it/
if you want to snitch on 5 times like 50 did tha sandman/
bet i role on yo ass like a Two ton avelanche/
Last edited by BC; July 11th, 2005 at 06:24 PM
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keep talkin that dirty shit till i wash ya grill with soap
you aint addicted to rap, you too strung out on dat coke
like the old western show, make you watch the gun smoke
i aint Buggs but thats all folks,
im worst than a serieal killer when turn ya brains to quaker oats
every nigga above me is bitches,
thats why i never hesitate to scratch when ever the gun itches
you lil faggots get found in the addict
diggin in each others assess damn yall some gay bastards
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
muther fuckin rox the bitch ass ugly shit face fox/
get you face busted while watching red dots/
never thought that hoes could talk so much shit/
i have an arsenal of shells, keep talk in watch your body get ilite/
see the world aint yours but im like taco beel ill feed you shells/
ill have you on the ground full of holes hollin lo ket O taco bell/
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Damn son... you actin' like you rumblin' hard...
When ya stumblin', Have ya wonderin', why ya body is scarred...
Scurred of me, thats why hes Verbally, gettin' lit like stars...
Got KICKED,.. out da playground cause he couldn't swing on dese bars...
But on some real shit... You ain't spittin' nothin' but "B"ull "C"hit...
Cop'd some fake ryhmes now you thinkin' its cool shit...
Iced~out steady beatin' this bitch like cool~whip... Cool~hits
Can't toss shells if ya don't got ya digits...
Fuck wit' me son,.. have ya doin' flips like acrobatic midgets
you fukced up wit tha last line talkin bout shells and digits/
you got a bunch of small talk like arabian midgets/
now watch ya buddies die as the bullets fly/
thou i seek new ways as i watch you cry/
see you just be a litte bitty small body half thumper/
but see im blowing up big buildings like ariabian bomber/
as i feel isolated, neva duplicated, but hated by your words/
but as we speak im making a massive plan to leave body splurged/
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Let me demolish this cat quick, ( it's a habit for the master )
And leave your feet movin faast, ( like the rabbit your named after )
Your a disaster on the keyboard, see your nothin but a geek
the only hot flow you get is when you squat to take a leak
you listen to Mr. Cheeks while fuckin a mister's cheeks
your bitch is my winter hoe, steady givin me 'brain freeze'
Thumper i give you props on dissin that nigga bc!
but im comin back at em with the real shit so watch me b!
Yo check it
This nigga B.C. thought he could C me//
But i wasnt online so i couldnt post back B//
Now im back to raost on this B-itch C-rab//
When he started this shit he reached for more than he could grab//
That was a weak stab at me and my brother//
you gon and fuck up now u gon get smothered//
This is a rap battle site not fo gurls under cover//
U aint no g so stop tryin to rep colors//
BITCH!
if christ were to see you now speakin with words like "thou i seek"
come on man that shit is so weak i could make that up in my sleep
are you copying verses from the Bible, that won't make you rich
seriouosly it sounds straight out of NIV or mabye King James bitch
neva duplicated but surely hated cause of your misspelled words
its spelt "arabian" know as a noun not a verb
BC, before Christ is the way your lyrics sound
them ol' caveman rhymes seem older than earths ground
ill leave you bleedin, pleadin with Jesus
your life existance has no damn reason
your rhymes are dryer than some prehistoric dirt
and your lyrics been pre explored already heard
your raps even contain, smell, of which is my turd
but, no one can figure out your way of rhyming, its all blurred
its no wonder why your raps and disses sound like trash and liter
your rhymes and personals are weaker than some cat whiskers
your shit sounds like some nuns wrote it
oh, my fault, that was a secret and i wasn't supose to expose it
you tried to get on me, so had to post it
take you BC ass and get off this site this moment
BITCH!
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