i still aint seen a decent line for years ever since i first registered to tha science it done got real queer where tha real mufuckas that can bomb and burn all i can see for long time be them toys and nerds couldnt make a head turn wit them horrible words try and do some simple shit witcha brain of a birds you aint really on tha level of toy i know why cuz you all talk typin like its fantasy isle, guy you midget when it come to a style you gots nada putcha backpack inside of an incinerator, papa... you a young buck actin like you know what tha deal iz getcha regulated frontin you gon feel where tha ceilin is... cuz you hopeless
i REALLY hope that wasnt aimed at me the fact be IM your idol you got vapors like pee colostomize ya LIL stomach keep ya shit outta greed we dont wanna hear it... read it even you tha skinny white dead Breed... rest in peace to HIM you couldnt be an M.C. if you incubated his seed indeed... act bad imma test ya skills i give pop tests, blast YOU, im poppin pills getcha pickled like dills, i ferment ya steeze butchu aint got none, quit rap become a nun, jeez... you a bag boy, aim for tha tips the only way you gon blow is if you inhale dicks you the least toxic substance tatted up wit pricks that spray rusted needles thru your eyes leave ya brains flambe'd french braid ya veins back tha original way you way past gay... fuck waka, NICKLE be tha flame BLAKKA BLAKKA!
erm u suck u little fuck its not that ure outta luck u just suck ... and u look like a duck :> I rule at dissing lol bring on your best mc's ... but someone who's worth more than a buck ehhh I'll stick to graff
you couldnt rhyme with me, with k rinos books i hear you swallow mayonaise till yo eyes droops i keep em silent put em ALL on a time out face first in tha corner till its lights out ready for tha beatin old man disappointed pullin out tha belt buckle hit cha till ya want it sayin please daddy... let tha whoopin cease cuz both hands fulla lacerations bubblin yeast you a hep C type of dumb mufucka lettin beggers rob that ass lookin like a sucker catch you in a alleyway you an east target wit empty cans tryna get it up butchu retarted never shoulda started whatchu tryna really do switchin tag names bombin thatcha crews really jews i aint anti-semite but i got a real issue putchu in a camp mic check wit tha pistol GOV issues wit incineration in tha clip double triggaz cuz im sick with them army issues outta desert land but it aint no borderlands one peice and you history tha fam'll miss you... you aint tryna rhyme bacc to tha big gooch twistin ball bats around yo neck when i get you...............\ rot slow
this ******s wack, get smoked like a nickle sack, get he bitches cootchie wetter than a sticleback, ur liyrics make me sick of rap, an im only kickin facts, but when u got a mic in ur hands fuck sittting back, ill be like bitch gimmie that,
...THAT ILL HAVE YOUR DEAD BODY IN THA SUMP DRAIN STUFFIN PUMPS WITCHA GUTS, LUNGS, TINY BRAIN YOU A LIL TYKE PRAYIN FOR A LITTLE BIKE BETTA ASK KLAUS IF HE COMIN BITCH, SIKE! WHAT THA REPLY SAY I SAY YOU MINE , LAME CHAIN YOU UP WIT THA TWELVE GAUGE CHICKEN FRAME GOTCHU HIDIN IN THA CHICKEN COOP ON DUST I CAN TELL YOU ON THAT READY ROCK DRAINED UP I BE DRIPPED OUT PURPLE GOT ME REALLY SPITTIN TOILET SITTIN BLOWIN SWISHAZ SUFFICATE YOU KITTENS SO IM DRINKIN WOORMWOOD TILL I SEE FAIRYS YOU THE FIRST SO MY PEA SHOOTER GETCHA BURIED ON ANOTHER LEVEL LIKE THA STORY NEVER ENDS 80'S FLICKS ON MY RESUME IM HOCKIN PHLEGMS IN THA FACES OF YOU FAKES TRYNA CLAIM PLACEMENT NO RESPONSE TO YO TOPIC THREADS CUZ YOU FAKE IT I BE sATAN IN THA FLESH ZONE FULLA HEAT SUNNY SIDE WHERE THA SOLAR FLARES FRY YA SHEETS THROW EM ALL AWAY, CUZ YOU AINT ON MY LEVEL NEVER COULD CUZ A FAKE HOE TALKIN DOUBLE OUT THA SIDE OF IT NECK BONES GET SNAPPED TALKIN OUT ONE SIDE GETCHAS NECK ROPED, JACK... DONT REPLY you a fag witta bad tude WEAK RHYMES STICK TO TAGGIN WITCHA TOY CREW GONNA YAP YAP TWELVE GAUGE SNAP TRAPS BUTTON YO SHIT NO TALK STAY IN BACK... YOU AN UNWANTED BITCH WITTA BLOODY TWAT POST ALL DAY, TRICK YOU GOT A SLOPED KNOT LIKE A CAVE MAN BUTCHU GETCHA PONY TAIL PULLED BY THA BIG GIRLS FOLLOWIN THA PISS TRAIL SO KEEP MY NAME OUTCHA MOUTH YOU AINT JIMMY HART COP A MEGAPHONE I STILL WOULDNT LETCHA TALK... YOU A STUD TYPE I STAY THA THUG TYPE REAL BLOCK BLEEDER YOU A HOUSE *****, GET WOPPED............ DONT even REPLY IM MURDEROUS BOYEE
Hah Yo bro looks it my turn So watch out for this fierce burn I launched my Onslaught Lyrics burnin while I Raped your moms she barely fought!! I think she actually liked it Your dad watched and cried As he sat in the corner With his fingers tied in a knot My lyrics are coming nonstop Ready to show you whos on top My boys comin to devour your brains Hah you dont even realize Fighting back makes you seem insane No need to even try My fist is coming harder then a freight train Bitch, Step to me your gonna fry You dont relaized my voice is like a plane Flyin around and chillin so high Crashin straight into your fame Im beatin on you right now Aint not point in even tryin Cuz ima fightin Irish like im from Notre Dame Not even Irish, im so fuckin Italian I swear im in the mafia because I make it rain Deal wit it ni**a my spit made of acid It brings nothing but pain!
Reincarnation that's the fact why we keep recreating Creating samples and beats to put you away like six feet deep I ain't a creep, just a regular guy tryin' to survive Survival of the fittest who is the illest i'm the next best Cut of your head, where's your head at like Basement Jaxx You're so whack i didn't even got to rap to diss you fool Ain't no gangstershit, not my gun but my pencil is my tool You're crap, you'r full of it, do you ever take a shit? No Michael Jackson movie, but This Is It
fuck puttin a slug in ur brain, my bars coagulate the blood in ur vains, an ur thugin in vain, end up getiin mugged for ur chain, my rhymes body mcs, ill dump him in spain, wrap his corpse in the rug from the train, and leave this cunt in some drain, and i aint frontin or playin, but i got something to say, if u ever devoured my dome, youll understand why my power is known, ur half assed like doing drive bys on vespas, more like hanna monntana than hanibal lecter, im sicker than when anthony hopkins, rocked in, were a cops skin
That was hard as fuck! lmao Okay inc Yo shit you dont make sense Ima show you That ima throw you through that fence You think your shit gonna make me flinch Man your so crazy That shit wont even cringe Im not spitting fire More like Nuclear Bombs
NiccSacc, who the fuck is that kid is talking about bloody twats and other shit that sounds pretty wack are you sure you came here for a battle rap you dont know me, heres a fact: im a savage cat, i love to chase rats i love to fight them until they cant fight back meaning i can talktrash until you cant talk back Dont come around here with your bio, we already know that youre homo You the thug type that dresses like zoro when you go out bombing solo Youre born as a zero the type of kid that get busted in a slick spot dropping a hallow i drop shit thats hard to follow, but not as much as you when you go crazy with arrows
no style, imma add you to tha gump pile... say my name, imma toss you in tha dump, child... you so white, mane i betchu glow in summertime... i took your last seven hoes all on valentine... gotcha cards too, all of em forward those... lame fits, busted kicks, never keepin hoez... what you BRUNO? your gay homies out control... yeah, i guess i aint really got a problem, joe... keep away or tha gauge leave a stomach hole... fall fast, you a clumsy type runnin home... trippin hard, small bussin fulla fuckin gnomes... class wit tha speds, second grader levels read... butchu gotta get a life cuz tha net hates you... call yo cousin for tha prom but she wouldnt take you... you a pasty white, melanin you lackin that... Eminem you NOT, Rick Ross you wearin blue... full fledged rat, stool pidgeon flyin bitch... land on a land-mine, make our day, snitch.... why you even gonna speak on some arrow usage? getcha simples tight and THEN you can talk foolish... from tha shit i seen, you aint got a leg to lean... i be leanin on that liquified codene, nah mean? middle of the map mothafucca
Nickel Sackson: the lucky sperm who passed trough the condom truth is: you got a mental problem But you wont be able to fix it like your verse: no edit button stop talking about guns that you cant hold stop saying you have a pair of ace, but still fold i put that shit directly to your face like the jury my blessed herbal mental give be the fury to BLAST you in front of evrybody NOTHING WILL STOP ME, the police will never handcuff me cause im posting in the morning with my rig and my coffee you be looking for change to get a mc fleury im lyricaly able to make you angry im a plague when it comes to touch feelings cause i dont give a fuck even after you aint breathing its to easy to battle you, half the shit you talk about aint true you have a big imagination, but you have a wrong vision take the good decision or theres going to be execution
i doubt you stay blazed, read mines, be amazed... im like tha god of war changin blood to lemonade... turnin bread to cheese, loppin all heads off... butchu aint a head, ya headed for tha lip gloss... take ya dress off, lemmie see ya tittys, bitch... whole room fulla teddy bears and painted pink... all the shit i talk is real, man i got tha juice... hitchu witta deuce deuce till you leakin krink... stop a truce? you aint even any kind of threat... leave em wet like a t shirt plus a teck... five ways for this kid to get his head cracked... first way is a backhanded bitch slap... second choice is a ball bat across tha back... till tha spine poppin out his head thru tha neck... number three, you gon catch a pair of brass knuckles... every tooth gettin shattered drippin blood bubbles... fourth kind, you an alien without a home... make a phone to try and talk butcha heads gone... for tha fifth lesson, imma make you say me name... pine-apple in yo mouth, eat a tank grenade... dont reply, you a lie & aint knowin shit... whatchu sayin be some bush league homo script........ NOW ROT!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5pAUq2OYmA beat yo if this nigggers rich, im a leve him floating in the river styx, cuss hes talkin bout god of war an his trigger finger itch, but cant see the bigger picter, im getting ready with the luger, leve his face like freddy cruger, fuck tank shells, ill pimp out ur skank gyal, till my bank swells, till then im rollin dank L's,