^^^ PG like Dennis not much of a menace Was attempting to spit words unheard but I read them Lame was the rythm and dead was the cadence A menace to society like mold is to bread.
CuCCi or however u pronounce dat shit, Bitch get a real name and learn to fucking spit yo ryhms are like lil waynes they suck and the put real *****s to shame. u force yo shit. ***** just go wit da flow and comeback when u got some fucking skillz foe Man dis shit is wack w.e. lmao
like a maggot to a man cris your gonna get squashed, huffin fumes made you fucked now your getting brainwashed, thinking you ill like the o.gs back in new york, when you were born i shoulda shot the fuck up outta that stork, but i let you live longer so i could plan out your demise, youll be on the ground screaming when i look straight into your eyes, youll ask whhy did you do this man? why oh why? and ill say cause i felt like it bitch now watch me give your mom a CREAMpie
cream set his name just like wu tang.. but then bang on this dude whos reppin the bird man. i aint never rocked in a rap that i couldnt handle... but you just stepped like your only wearing a pair of sandals... your raps is flat and your throwie is rediculous... im meticulous when reppin this. i wouldnt use your shit to whipe mine... what am i talking about i cant even draw a straight line. you seem gay like u fell in love with "lola" you so toy you graffin wit crayola...
you wanna battle? better forget it, u could never spar with a telekenetic, beef talk? tell your breddahs to dead it, cuss im better conected, roll with some goons on that sever your head tip,
ignorance is bliss tis why I imagine you smilin' http://radiotime.com/WebTuner.aspx?StationId=100978&#
comin through to disturb the noise spittin slugs at you and ya boys why evangelist always in some beef actin hard but you nothin more than a queef whimperin when the pistol hit ya teeth stand down little girl so scared i made em hurl then we got atso keep talkin get hit with the gats yo we tougher than concrete and lyrically dont even dare to compete so bitches sit back and listen yall to quick to start dissin we ride on some blood in and blood out when yall worried bout gettin punched in ya snout
after the snout bashin its your funeral ill be crashin taxin your next of kin have em slavin like wet back mexican so dont try to step then or else you'll get you wig pushed back ya back cracked throw you on my wack emcee pile obliterating herbs with my vicious style.
lakin shabaz , shit you aint got no pizzaz , you cant like your cool but you a fucking fag, your black , so i bet your pants sag , your black , so i bet your poor and wear rags xDD no offence
hahahha straight up and down your a clown quit rappin join the circus have those fools clappin like your s.t.d cause your flows s.h.i.t and upon the m.i.c i manifest wisdom like a G.O.D m.f your dont want it with me go step im bruce lee and your steven segal we are not equal
Yeaookay lil' *****, you can't even rhyme. When i'm done with you, you will be covered with slime. That's because when i rap, i like to bust a nut. And i know you're gon' like it. We all know you're a slut! Oooooohh <3
c'mon fooo seen crews of toddlers rap better you when you step into a cypher you catch boos and shoos get the fuck out here your no where near tight dont got the strength to grip the m.i.c right go d.i.e on some d.i.y s.h.i.t
hahah kimbo slice that chubby chunk ?? you suck so hard as if you was drunik punk dont dare to move i swear you loose nothing against me your as weak ass fancy stupid bitch writing stories like clancy nothing real though...
blah blah blah them trashy ass rhymes i sweep em up with a broom eating you and your crew like some blue cap mushrooms i consume candy rappers like you on the daily have your ingrate family crying like a baby its alright though ya moms got eighty more your moms crab vag no longer soar its open on the daily like a chinese immigrant store you dont manifest the rhymes to make the heads roar so stick to ya day job trickin ass a male whore.
This whole fucking thread is making me sick. I'm not even gonna waste my time with a diss. When I'm done my message will be sent, reviewed, and criticised. My level of stress unseen. Just trying to vent so I can be me. Words so clean. Style undeniable. Most people will just lie to ya. Nobody wants to see me shine. No-one wants to be left behind. In a world so cold, our view they don't know. Living in the darkness, hiding in the shadow. Check the clock. Can you tell me the hour? Lacking sleep, refusing to eat. Need full concentration. Take a look into the mirror for the ultimate confrontation. With ones own demons. Addictions continue to feed them. Stuck in this rut, eyes go shut. Mind wide open. My thoughts, I can't close them.
^^^ Peace on that but this a diss thread haha so on the other hand ima beat this cry baby like marching band cause im versatile with this HIP HOP shit kicking crazy styles that are most legit i rock on past the break of dawn and your lame ass poetry makin all of us yawn i be droppin wisdom bombs like napalm in veitnam the real heads stay calm cause we burn herbs till they gone... off the planet i start manifesting lyrical swords heads go GOD DAMNIT mother fucker should be in a psychword.
came through to spit out ma semi auto mat spit it on the mic, its tha verbal gat sorry to say but all yall folks rhymes is wack talkin this n that but you aint know jack but straight up son take notes this that lyrical crack kick back, roll up a 20 sack but dont front kid, cuz its heat we pack got the deagle and i call it shaq drop any niqqa frontin n thats a fact this that real street shit the shit that make you feel shit