yung don ya style pongs, reeks like shit, you cant flip
rip, dismember or remember, that ben will reck you, december to december,
so get on ya bike, n start ya hike,
back home, dont rome, my cypher, you fuckin biter,
so shit i could burn you with a lighter,
im a fighter, your a lover, you love the dick,
nice n thick up ya shit creek, you fukin freek
theres a leek, im guessin its you snitch,
time to ditch im sick of this bitch
"I aim to maim a lame rapper"
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ha ha ha...another idiot
stupid prick i'll beat u like percussion
big ben okay im tha linebacker one hit equals concussion
why u rushing i got russians who'll rush in and get to busting
i be fucking while u lusting hoping and praying for some touching
im just crushing while u fussing arguing screaming and cussing
who are u startin fueds when u lacking tha tools
with tha mack or tha ooze i'll get to clapping u fool
im barely tryin but attempt and give it ur all
and these people will see they dont have to be in london to see BIG BEN FALL
draw
fucking dum ass lmfao....come on nigga lets see what u got
i hope ur next one is better than ur first one
cause ur first one i shouldnt have even addressed
its was wack super wack
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russians haha, sounds like ya russian shit like kournikova's turds,
wack words, shit verbs, no skills, sounds like youve had too much herbs,
fuck this yung don, ill reck ya mental, fuk ya dentals,
n your still thinkin bout mens rectals, fuckin poof,
read more books, work ya vocab, your not fab,
my crew will run thru, stomp ya blue n leave you,
youve opend up the evil ben now,
im gunna flip it cut you up, leave you to fukin drain out,
you bitch fukin tea spout, fairy penguin,
your lucky you live in another country,
or i would be at ya house droppin punchlines, n i aint talkin funny,
stop callin me honey, im gettin woried, ya sloppy like poridge,
go back to your cottage in the deep forest,
were we wont have to listen to ya bollocks
n thats it im done, yung don nun, big ben won,
so stop ya fukin bitchin or ill leave ya body twitchin,
bitch
"I aim to maim a lame rapper"
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can someone tell me when u dealing with boys
whats real men to do?
i guess beat em and move on...dawg u been proved wrong
how u calling me gay when u tha one talkin about men genitals?
my vocab its enough to confuse u
i think u confused dude..all u say is fuck this and fucking that
like tha word fucking amuse u
i decided to break this up into segments
and nut on u bitch....dont end up pregnant
while im looking for sara u wondering where Greg went
those gay phrases u got make us think u got GREG bent
you win yeah right...ur a loser a life
keep this up and u might come down to u losing ur life
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yungdon, you are literally THE WORST, gay bashing motherfucker to pitifully 'e-merse'Originally Posted by YungDon
your ego is like watching you fuck your 'weak verse...' in the ass, flesh rotting like DEGREES in a HERSE (ha!)
your words painful..." MOM WHEN I PEE IT BURNS!"
uhhhhhhh
see, i sacrifice multis, cause I'm an appetite bully
i'll rip apart your clique and you don't even know me
so tell your homies, text-cee that I'm a faggot
that you run with mad grunts, you a master of habbit
but it's obvious you haven't, your multis are broke
you rhyme like a rape victim choking on coke
vocab stricken, you going through notes
there's nothing you can do, you're a fucking true joke!
so drop the act, drop your shtick and pretense
cause any word that you spit doesn't mean shit
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If you're serious about music and you wanna work then holla at me. I'm here to improve my rhymes.
Critical thinkin is an urge of my time, apostrophe' for you illeterate boys
here we go again on the next line, runnin from da cops erry time i get mine
run ya game of choice, light it on ya porch, pass it round, let homies hit it till dey fall fall down, it aint nuttin but another head concussion, happens erry week, mostly on a friday, cuz thats when i get paid ann rush home to my place to find a quiet spot and get blazed, so i can lose my mind in a riot stage....
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Bang my head against the mic until you all catch pieces of my mind
check your wristwatch haters, this is my minute, my hour, my time
my time to shine and recline on you Lay Z boys with hard labor
i'm doper than the crack youre sketchin on or the heroin youre abusin
i'm hopin real cats are catchin on cause these mannequins are illusions
straight endin em, fakes be dead and gone after i scare em into confusion
then i'm sendin em straight to Lebanon wit bombs & religious terrorism included
they some stiff-lipped dip shits. get this, nit wits, my mannerisms are fluid
cause i ghost write dope-type flows with a phantom limb that i'm movin
i often just split & dump, fill it up, then roll sticky in cigars and puff,
cause when i'm blitted as shit i begin envisioning this artful stuff....
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crickety creak the old man was swept from his feet, blasted on his ass, got pasted by the boogeyman's balls, now the old man is apalled and goin in shock from the within the his head's interior walls, brains a bleeding, time flying off da clock, ambulance on der way, oops gotta make a stop and now its too late to finish this man's life another day, and speak upon his dreadfull rape!
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properly bombin shit, i simply build hooks outta flame
acknowledge it and don't tempt me, i'm not lookin for fame
im hella deep in a big sea, but it's an empty chasm and its drained
if spits this mean existed in 1515...DaVinci woulda had em in a frame
my flavorocity is rising at an exponential rate, but they definitely snakes
i waste my time rhymin about em with any efforts that i make
glistenin, shinin leaving you bitches astounded, speaking infinite sounds within my spits when i'm rhymin; comittin a crime as i'm servin rap-virgins by lurkin up & splittin they hymens
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i tried a long time ago, died a long time ago
ran away from home long before i had grown... now i know
the reason i failed ain't the world's fault,
it ain't a girls fault, no, it weren't a curse at all, so,
it must have been me and my mind and the time
that i was trying to find myself and looking behind
when i should have been looking forward to the future
not dwelling on the past... best spelling skills in class
don't pick you up off your ass,
i'm the one that they call the asshole, it's
only because i only ever produce the shit, it's
the reason that the girls run from me when they done with me,
having fun with me and knowing me is two and one, you see?
totally different things, each has their own to bring,
option number two, represented by one, happens to fuckin' sting,
it includes the world's sickness, it's hate and it's pain,
it's ability to grow, and everything else trapped in my brain...
ran out of words.
ran out of words, i'm running she's coming
sweat down my neck, i'm busting, free rushing
spit a river so sick have your grandmommy cussing
covering her mouth like she the sweet-ust thing
lava flow, guess i'll have another bowl
light that dro when i'm uncomfortable
not the only green i got, i just put on a pot
no pun intended, got tea leaves on stock
i don't eat 'em raw, they go great with bread
consume so many carbs they split my head!
now i'm bleeding on the counter and my dad comes in
acts like he doesn't care, that guy's always frontin'
but can't stomach the flood when, the blood been
leaking down down the wood after my unfortunate crushin'
DAD I GRIP GRAIN, SON YOU IN PAIN
SO I'M GONNA DO YOU LIKE THE STEPDAD IN "INSANE"
...OH SHIT
If you're serious about music and you wanna work then holla at me. I'm here to improve my rhymes.
Off on some otha shit, on anotha tip
lost on the mother ship, shift? no one to cover it
fuck wit the kind, don't need a cosign
smoke signals climb, leaving the roof, outlined
I rhyme for many reasons, personality like the seasons
the totality they're disbelieving, shadow ops, with achievements
Can't walk the block, no sidewalk, just an easement
Council with the talk, they just squawk, know where my cheese went?
Know where my keys went? It fell out my pocket
if keys were a clothing brand, theyd shell out to rock-it
Stop it. All This "weight?" you need to drop it
Mock it? To much hate in your genes/jeans, you need to wash it
Just the other day I took a trip through a solar flare
but from the inferno I spit...it actually felt colder there
Call me the polar bear, my incisors and molars bared
inciting your fight or flight, and I'm well aware
that you're leaning towards the latter, shimmying back down the ladder
Welcome to the court of the mad hatter, encircled by crazed chatter
Call me the shadow crafter, spreading darkness and morbid images
Keep your eyes diverted until this intense eclipse finishes.
I trip into shit, but not stumbling, I'm journeying
ascending levels, reaching Master of Craft while you're journeymen.
Impervious, to any vile bile you're spilling
I'm able and willin, to send any punk cart-wheelin
but no hard feelings, I'm just freely spittin
Go ahead and call me Zeus...and declare yourself smitten.
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listen dip shit, dont make me put tha gun to ur mouth like lipstick
bitch quit before u get raped by fag with a big dick
apparently niggas love saying DON
i must be a threat cause i post raps and yall niggas respond
if u not cut throat nigga be gone
cause i'll cut throats and blast til ur feet gone
dont be tha tree i spit heat on
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