will both yall faggots please get off each others dicks? coming off a little hiatus to bring back some prespective real quick since you're mutually dickriding, imma cut off some appendages cause mains BS's lyrical embodiment of Nas and one or two Jimi Hendrixes gonna pick on Coka Nostra for a sec cause dude seems like more of a vet but shits not gonna stop me from breakin the vertebrae in ya neck getting my lyrical terrorist on, plotting mad shit like al-Zarqawi dawg you're shits more strung out and incoherent than Uncle Howie taking the name of a group made up of a bunch of coked up white kids replace your china white with anthrax to show you how outdated it is infect TylerDurden with small pox, while both yall families all watch dual wielding knives to leave you bleeding from a big and a small ox now see how i just flipped your entire verse back on you? talking about schoolin kids how to MC, man i did that shit back in June just about that time of year so im here to fulfill some wishes so if you're both pedigree, im the vet here to kill both you bitches bunch of HIV, VD, Herpes infected penny whores neuter both of you so you can't cum with anything remotely sick anymore
...a challenger approaches? ill get at that shit later, but i'll leave you with this. Yo, quit frontin like you famous yet Your shit's the first match, fuck a "Main Event" I'll hit you with some shit that'll make you do back flips Your rap shit is trash, but not worse than your graff is fucka...
lol word word man i was looking for some originiality, but what a fuckin surprise someone pulled the "you're not the main event, you're the opening act" line not like its the the 1200th time, but ya know dawg its fine i guess its hard to come up with creative rhymes when you got TylerDruden's sweet virgin anus on ya mind secreting sphincter sickle cell solutions as soon as you as vicious penetrate then probably have to wait a couple more days until his ass muscles regenerate shits all good cause we both like the blazing nugs and smoking dank grass but we're on page 207, i'll fuckin come down to the 603 to whoop your ass now lets just do a little math problem to so how im right and youre wrong get out a pen, some paper, and a calculator so you can fellow along lets take the 603 and subtract the 207, cause i dont even like my state leaves you with 396, the number of dicks and ballsacks hes teabagged to date then minus 31, the interval of days when this kid bleeds out his vaginal gate this dude got all anxious and upset trying to tell TylerDurden he was mad late but coincidently, 31s the same number of vertebrae imma break in your spine leave the other two functional just to keep you alive supplementary talk aside, 365 is the number i derive factor in the number of your adoring fans, and we still got 365 so you might ask, whats the relevance of 365 and what the fuck is it gonna do 365 is the number of days per year i'm a better MC and Graf Writer than you
lol it's good to have some real competition in here finally. if i get bored enough ill write a verse or something. got a busy day though.
yeah kinda shaking off the rust, haven't done shit for a while. i have this whole week off from school so when i have nothing to do i'll bang some shit out
i thought that some of the punchlines were good, and the rhymes were good. i thought the number thing like subtracting all the random numbers and shit was pointless though, but still...compared to everything else in here...he's definitely one of the best.
yeah i thought shit was dope when i thought of it but kinda regressed as i was typing it out this morning and didnt come out as nice as i imagined it. shits all good, feelin the shit you've laid down. that dude bouncingsoul is pretty nice too, i still think we should get an A/V room
so now we got durden, soul, nostra and main? you guys come strong or bring a weak artillery the technique's gonna step out kind of aggressively so don't mind if i come off a little too strong smackin you bitches around just like a ping-pong so i'm here to out spread lyrical genocide come with me and confide in your lyrical guide put my shit upfront, and move yours to the side to your law i won't abide, i got you sweatin you feelin flustered, because you were threatened go ahead boys beef, start a new war i'll step all over you like you were my floor monor and pass talkin bout each others nine millimeter but not a tech, but for the french it's proper procedure only a few cats on this thread that have a monopoly other cats only hold lyrical robbery, biting others bars they might become stars, but i'd be a constellation have you bowing down to the new king of a nation when i spit i'm lyrically malicious and vicious droppin some lines for your ears, granting your wishes there's no way you can miss this, straight disastrous burn you all back down straight to the ashes your brain and my rhymes stick like molasses see the world differently when you came to my classes my shit's clearer than a blind man wearing glasses i'm whoopin y'all asses take your seats, get out some paper and a pen when it inks on the paper a renaissance starts to begin decide now foe or friend?
Sick of this shit,boring as hell,never anything new/ always talkin about how you going to burn me like beef stew/ but now its my turn,lean and mean/ im done with all these mental detentions,never any new inventions in this style/ i'll kill myself before this shit changes,but meaning with the best intentions/ look back and read that to see how it really goes down,break apart my sentences/ im sick of you cats feedin off moms and pops,rollin in your benzs/ i hope i see you outside,put a couple slugs in your chest,so try your best to avoid/ if you happen to get within my eyesight,i see the fright in ya eyes,leave ya destroyed/ Leave you alone,flat on your back after you hear crack crack,before my voice deployed/ am i getting any better than when i first came here?
u aint want no pistol play while i keep dat nine by my side mac 11 in da truck teck 9 to ya dome with ya brains leakin out on ya tounge got u speckin your mind fucking with me is a captil crime u get capitl punsihment and in your case im the judge jury and exicutioner
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i need some inspiration for my lyrics to come jahova witness creeping at my door while im trying to cum lucky boy still rhyming not on the street like a panhandling bum games over you loose i win this is off the top of my head like a murderous sin wondering where ive been im not showing off im just chillen let my mind create this wack spreed sheet of pure heat its no secret everyone know that i be smoking on weed always in need my shits so cold like the iceberg blockin the titanic im a rap fanatic lost my touch guys ill post some good stuff later ................... peace
i got a white tee dat hangs to my kness dont put up a fight just hand ova tha cheese so cooperate, while i operate you look pretty distraught, overwrought, it'le be ova if ya give me waht you bought afta dat ill get out tha slim jim hit up cars for change to get some new tims, flat brims stay fresh without a job so i leardned to rob girls say ima heart throb wearing so much balck youd think i was tha mob creep around when im puttin in work, go berserk when i get dat smirk, stay clear when i lurk, exicetments just a perk car afta car till i hit tha whole block dont matter bout tha lock, cuz i wont stop till i cop a guap my fist to yo face is like a pop hit tha ground cuz i dont play around my hits profound, round hurr im renowed you aint a thug,you trippin like a hallucinogenic drug my knuckles and yo face, thatll fit snug smug, dats how i look when ta jobs done pic up a mac and let it spit till it quits then eject tha clip plus ill murder you lyricly,think of my ryhmes as an oven and you bout to roast n my flows will burn you like toast, but i dont mean to boast
dude pass i actually feel sorry for you...its like youre out to prove sumthing to everyone... monor aswell...how old are you kids like 12???? shame man shame...
everyone speaks of an executioner/ but im face 2 face with a bunson burner/ im so real you could call me sojurner/ cause all i reep is truth for the learner/ i dont want my rhyme to go any further/ cause eventualy my lines come out the mouth of a biter/ quick pass me a lighter cause i need ta set the trees on fire/ each one of yall wishin ya had the same desire/ im the definition of a grafitti writer/ now i got all these people thinkin, "yo is he for hire"/ ya im a king but dont call me sier/ call me the king craze one wit a gun/ comin from the denver city slums/ anyone want the one on one/ laughin at yo ass talkin bout bein my son/ yo fuck a record deal man i do this shit all day just for fun/ and when the cops come we all run straight for the sun/ those pigs probly seen me serve that lil ***** a lil sum sum/ but now its my turn ta pass to the next/ if you claimin ta be the best/ well the go on ahead put me to the test.