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 they lost they puppy!
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 they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
Hey you, dirty old fag, do u realy want me to do that?
To slap u in ur face to tell u all those words
Hmm lets say yes I supoose so…
I hate u bitch even If u like me
Im wearning black t-shirts and white nike’s
I think ur a whore a stupid horse fucker
I think ur a dick not a raper
Ur skillz are nuthin look at mine
I think ur ass licker and u work in mine
I realy don’t know what to write at the end
So now im just chillin and just lean back
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Im new in here, and this is first txt i wrote in english specialy for ya :P Im not perfect in english, but im tryin to not make mistakes and write clearly
With Loaded~techs...unquoted~text...ive Been Voted~best
Look At This Pussy, He "hasnt Even Posted~yet"
Blast Rounds~to~frames...as I Start Poundin'~lames
Its A Shame...you A Emcee? Bitch Please I Cant Even Announce~ya~name
Im Come Strapped Like Velco On Two~nines...this Dude~finds
A Gun To His Temple, You Dont Even Know How To~rhyme
sick you aint much better your structure is wack
how can you diss sum1 0-1 ur equaly as wack
another noweight who think he owns the game
pac wud turn in his grave if he new u was reppin him outta shame
a st louis fag go make a crew wid nelly bitch
are you that bad at tYpInG or has yo pc got a glitch ?
work at it then come back wid sum decent lines
cus that shi was so random like steppin on mines
Hello lady, u think ur better then us?
Plz dont make my laugh and put some implants in ur ass
U sux so hard and thats all ive got to say
u are a stupid hoe and u are a girl but i think u can look like gay
eh, my problem is that i dont know so much words
so im puting my txts on this kind of boards
but belive me mrs. when i see ladys like u
i realy want go to the toilet and spew
first off,ur WACK-N-UR-LAME..im surprised this FAG-HAD-A-NAME cuz basically ur a waste of sperm..so a busted rubber HAD-TO-BE-BLAMED//
im VILE-N-IM-VAIN and defeatin u is the CHILDEST-OF-GAMES..and yet im typing WHILE-I-MAINTAIN the same confusion..whats more pathetic..ur STYLE-OR-UR-NAME??//
im the ruler of this HO'S-FATE so stop spittin for ur own FLOW'S-SAKE cuz how u expect to be heavy?? when u have NOWEIGHT????
How you gon' diss a "Noweight" when YOU a "Noweight" yourself?
Now I see why you call yourself "psycho", you really do need some help,
And I ain't talkin about the help, you need to get your career off the shelf,
Catch you on this fuckin website tryin to battle-yourself,
Everybody loggin' on and laughin, cuz you can't handle-yourself,
How you gon' be the champion, when you can't even handle-the-belt?
You can't even handle-the-felt, of the pen you write your rhymes-with,
Your mental condition's the only reason you really "rhyme-sick",
Cuz you a "psycho", sorry but you ain't hard just cuz you took Tae-Bo,
And before you think of steppin to me, you better call up Geico,
Get yourself some insurance, cuz you ain't got the endurance,
To keep flowin, as long as I'm goin, that's why battlin me gets borin,
Half the audience starts snorin, the other half starts explorin,
Other methods of entertainment, they get up and start walkin out the door-and,
You start cryin, cuz you honestly thought that we was lyin,
When we said that no MC could lose to you even if he was tryin,
Now your rap career is dyin, the life in you is dryin,
Cuz you entered the rap game and got pissed on a like a fire hydrant,
You got embarassed like Kobe Bryant, that's what you get for tryin,
Even the psycho's psychiatrist is tirin', of playin his little invisible violin,
You might as well become a secluded monk like a Shaolin,
Cuz you ain't no baller who's "ballin, lane-to-lane crawlin", or stylin,
Your shit don't even hit a little-bit, you ain't no thug, you a little-kid,
And the reason you're so fired up is cuz you forgot to take your rit-a-lin....
Arsalan
First post u honky, whorin the thread like a addict
Hes a fucken junky already, 2 paragraphs and dont have it
Ur style is limp, hes out of style like Reeboks
The only way u can get a beat to play for u is when u B box
hes the 3 pac, the odds with out the respect though
Fucken dirty ass, rappin shit that only hits beats with techno
I claim this faggot my territory, I dominated him completely
Make u have bad dreams about this, like u repeating the scenes weekly
Im out of here, drunk this bitch up like light beer
ur old as shit, adavance with RB a couple light years
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
lol...look at this-guy i easilu leave his scripts-fried..so bitch-why woulda i bother to re-ply cuz the fact that he beats me(even if he tries) is similar to saying pigs-fly//im colder-wit-lyrics too old-for-ur-gimmics n u thought u'd actually get props by going over-the-limit??//im slitting-ur-throat and splitting-ur-dome gripping-the-chrome..bullets be ripping-ur-bones while i sit-on-my-throne//im still a contender like roy-jones and to tell u truth..i havent seen more ''played lines''from someone since those kindergarden toy-phones lol//leave u-faceless cuz ur style is too-basic u gay-bitch u prolly still eat ur tooth-paste-kid/
physco
U physco for going against me, this guy aint flowin
Im a finger ur ass with 3, like im at an ally bowlin
Got u in the palm of my hand, u cant get out
unless ur tugged out sideways stiff, like the furniture in my house
Fuck ur paragraph style, Im a cap any fag running by me
Hes as good as country music, played backwards and sung in chinese
U aint shit to this site, all u did was stain it with ink
With the black permanment marker, caz dam ur shit stink
Hes a clogged toilet, got about 10 logs sittin even
Just digesting in his stomach, havin him shittin semen
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
You must be impulsive, Pulsive.,,, cause you talkin about gay shit./
You need a fresh line, of fresh dicks, for you to hang with./
Your name says it all./
You can't control your balls./
Only thing you wanna rap, is Paul's silk drawers./
Learn to rhyme, then come back to this very spot./
Bewary of cancer lumps on your jock./
I don't stop., I only get started. and pause/
You need to check my digits only for a sexy brod to call./
Get it started yall.
Neglegent
DO u know what impulsive means, seems u have no clue
U just sayin shit out ur mouth, just to have words to flow to
Go write a ryme thats nice, PM me, then I will approve
But writing shit like that, makes u the fag and not a smart move
Sayin get it started, dude are u fucken retarded
is that puttin the bang at the end of that lethargic hard shit
Go barf on the street bitch, then lick it back in
Caz thats whats happening now to ya, so stop ur rappin
U aint never gonna be nice on the mic, so think twice
Before u come in without steak, seasoning or soy on ur rice
Its a one way fight, and of course its going towards me
So get off this website bitch, and stick to watchin Orgies
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars
M Pulsive, bout to put a beatin on your head and leave you convulsin
It's repulsive, tryin to beat me in text will leave you workin compulsive
Your shit is all over the place, coming way out the blue
Your flow is lacking grace, put you down like Napoleon at Waterloo
What's an emcee to do when his foe's flow has gone askew?
Look at the fallen debris and bid his wack ass adieu.
"For those about to suck cock, we saulte you."
Pansy Division
m pulsive....
i come in your house at midnight/when the times right/light a candle, gently place it on the mantle/grab a knife by the blade and stab you with tha fuckin handle/this is supposed ta be a sick cypher/impulsive you probly try on trainin bras and granny dipers/i come n tha room...like a heard of ruff ridders/im runnin ya quarters/takin ova your corners/afta this..youll be lookin suspicious/ill leave ya chest more holy than pope's bitches//
Toliet Cookie
All of ur words are lies, all of ur shit is false
So at what cost does it take u to shut up, an IV with no pulse
U smell hell around me, caz im hot as fire when I go off
Having u in the deep down in the ground,in tombs like lara croft
U shit was soft with no punches, he still left me hungry
Take a dive like ur career bitch, off the bridge with no bungie
Hes a slow learner, put him in Darths suit to stay alive
U just a faker, Im a kill the person who made gays lie
Ur a joke man, Ur cookie jar was stolen and broken
had u tape shut before ur shit could even be opened
And if u made a cd, it be as popular as star trek
Caz ur a joke, u'll be famous and get respect like bizzares rep
I'm that nigga who can kill u in 8 bars