You pretty much suck, I have nothing to prove
Entering your temple with my sweet-ass groove
Running through your head and out the back like bullets from my new .22
Ripping up your brain cells like the motherfucking plague
Clear cut, my words are never vague, they're known to tear bitches up
Inside and out, better watch who you fuck with, or you're prone to pout
Your mom pouted last night for me to start the bangin', you said I was a fool, but shit, look who's left hangin'.

hey, I'm glad to see u made an effort/
it's alright, but definitely not the best work/
and yet there's really nothing in that rhyme u can prove/
if u talk about what's real u can feel my groove/
you're talking about stuff that simply never happened/
you're screwing other people's moms and goin' around cappin'/
who are u foolin', nobody but yourself/
u better check yourself, cuz tellin' lies is bad for ur health/
u say something that really matters, you'll leave me shook/
talkin' all this jazz, I'd rather read a book/
and not yours cuz' it would be straight up fiction/
where you're in some fantasy land doin' hos and causin' friction/
most the stuff I say I could say out in public/
but not u, everyone can tell that u dubbed it/
the contrast between u in here and in public is such duality/
you talk big in here, but out there it's frugality/
u must talk so big, cuz u don't feel that big out there/
I'm basically the same wherever I go, I somemnly swear/
I don't even know why I'm still messin' w/ u/
I guess since you're gone, I ougtta at least do a tribute/

Stupid
New kid
On the block
That sucks cock


There's a rap for you.

Jake wanna make out?

He stole your rhyme Jake!>:[

why do u even bother coming in this thread/
your rhymes are even worse than KFed/
if you're gonna' keep doin' it, at least giv me a challenge/
you're like a helpless lil' prey, waitin' for my talons/
once again you're specualting about stuff that didn't happen/
w/ a rhyme so short you're only stickin' and jabbin/
but I'm about to come in w/ ferocious left hook/
I'm seizing this opportunity to position my rook/
I could hav had u in checkmate in my first 3 moves/
I let u hang around so I could feel your grooves/
but I'm not feelin' em' cuz they've been passed down/
they're provisional rhymes, u find em' in any ole' town/
why are u so afraid to break free from the herd/
afraid to stand out cuz u think you'll look absurd/
well, u might for a while but that stuff passes/
then you'll know what a reward it is to break free from the masses/
until then you're gonna need glasses to see me/
cuz I'm so quick when I run and I flee/
cuz I'm sick of waiting around doin' all this fightin'/
I could be creatin' not destroyin' and I do it w/ my writin/

Word.
I'll setup if you make the first move, lolz.

Would you be my love buffet? So I can lay you out on the table and take what I want?

Yes.


I also want to add, I have nothing better than that.
:)

Your metaphors are whack,
And you think your own sister has a nice rack
You say you're not a freak,
But you assfuck your self 10 times a week.
Yeah, my rhymes suck,
But I just don't give a fuck.

What's important here is content
And I don't care what you meant
When you confessed to the skeletons
In your dark, dark closet.

Talkin' bout jazz, when you've never heard the beat,
Talkin' bout books when son, we know you can't read.
So you wanna know why the dog barks and the wind mocks?
It's because you dream of sucking cocks.

Alright, this is long enough, I feel like I'm growing old.
So I'll leave you with these final words;
Bitch you just got told.

No.

you're paper planes are bout,
to get swamped in my hurricane,
I could wash away your house lest I refrain,
you think talking about stuff that
really happened makes me insane,
shoot, you're all a bunch of ticks and fleas,
sucking on my n*tz in this,
world full of wannabe's,
your f*cking avatar is of a T.V. show,
so tell me your intellectually superior, ho,
sittin' there watchin, got a bullet in yo head,
I ain't even got to kill u, cuz you're already dead,
the only reason I even come on here,
is cuz the world's too terrified,
to look at themselves without beer,
talkin' 'bout the real person comes out,
u think that's growin' sh*t, ur just a sprout,
tellin' lies 'til you're up to your ears in crap,
you know I got to come along so I can fill the gap,
cuz, there' a huge void between those,
who are real and who are false,
to say the sh*t I did only means I got ba*ls

Hahah. Last I checked, it's my paper airplanes.
And last I checked, it's my motherfuckin' hurricanes.
These force fives will rip your house from it's roots.
And these plane missiles will come aknockin' on your front door.

Say I'm a bunch of ticks and fleas, but you're the only dog here.
You sick motherfuckin' queer, you're sexually attracted to your sister.

You got balls to admit incestuous temptations?
That's the kinda shit that'll get you locked up in police stations.
Good job leaking the biggest story of your life.
All over the world.

The world can't look at themselves without beer,
But that is completely irrelevant, to why you're here.
Son, you come after me and you better get a headshot.
Or I'll sick my planes and hurricanes on yo' btch ass.

Talkin' bout my avatar is from TV?
Yours is from a shitty movie.
Did I say I was superior intellectually?
No, I don't believe I did, but certainly morally.

Alright, there's sht to be done,
So I'm out.

dammit planes that didn't even rhyme,
lookin' at me like I committed a crime?
I don't need a whole lot of time,
cuz I'm already primed,
I'm trying to figure what percentile you're in,
it sure as hell ain't 5 so it must be 10,
or maybe you're one of those 85er's,
comparing you to me's like comparing Bush to Macguyver,
I'm alive or at least trying to be,
not sucking out others blood like a g*ddamn flea,
you see, you never even been in my league,
or anywhere close,
so I'ma end this f*ckin' rhyme while,
you sit and you boast,
to your friends and family, about some,
incestuous perv on the net,
that's your life's accomplishment,
stuff you ain't done yet,
so the next time you come on here,
attempting to dis' the guy you're pursuing,
remember I violated you on the net,
so since you don't know me,
I guess you won't be suing,
next time think about what you're doing,
before you come on here battling a guy,
whose much more fluent, and congruent,
cuz it's yourself that you're screwing.

Yeah. Fluent in being a bitch.

But hey, at least my user title
Doesn't beg someone to love me.
Would you like some cheese with that whine?

That guy with the cane, who's falling?
He could write better poetry than you.
It's something you don't know how to do.
So write your self-pity crap while I'm publishing.

You mindfuck your sister,
And wonder why we all got a higher score?
And the only person you ever violated was in your immediate family.
You flat-out admitted you liked her twin cities.

While I'm sippin' the sweet nector of victory,
You'll be shining my shoes for me.
I think it'll be the first time your on your knees,
Not sucking a dick.

Hey, I don't suck blood, or anything else.
I'm usually quite the compassionate.
But I got no respect for you, or what you do.
You motherfuckin' piece of shit.

Talk about congruence?
Your mentally unbalanced.
Your brain cells they told me so.
You actually bragged about nailing a ho.

So create a debonair facade.
While your sister whacks your rod.
Your overage pseudo-intellectuality
Knows no bounds, does it, sex offender?
Hateful predator.

The only thing about you that is primed,
Is your dick for that load
Your about to shoot,
While thinking of your mother.

So It's about nine, and I've covered a lot of topics
So I'm just gonna go.

go ahead and diss me all you want,
go ahead, curse me and taunt,
if you wanted to come in here and take my pride,
you're getting ready for a very bumpy ride,
I'm in here preaching and teaching,
you're in here sucking and leeching,
does it make you feel good to go after
someone who's honest,
why don't you go battle someone,
who takes ebonyx,
because it's clear you're either 85 or 10,
still laughing at me when I'm doing zen,
you're gonna go ahead and use
same sh*t every time,
unless you got something new, don't bother,
I've already read that rhyme,
you like going against people who are,
smaller than you,
you needed my honesty for leverage,
but now that I got you in here,
let me give you a beverage,
'cuz you're gonna be in here a while,
you're in here baby stepping,
I've walked a long a*s mile,
so go ahead and kill ants,
with your microscope,
while I'll be breaking bread w/ the pope,
and we'll come back tomorrow,
and see what rhymes you've borrowed,
but I warn you, you're gonna be full of sorrow,
bcuz most rappers talk about f*cking your mom,
or you f*cking your mom, but I would abandon it,
I gave you that poison, you fed it back,
to me and I'm still f*cking standing

That doesn't even deserve a response. That sucked.

yeah, but think about this; I've got 100 more posts than you, and haven't been here as long, + I can beat you in the arcade.

Look who got served a tray of boosh kabooya

You have more posts then him, but he still contributes more. Amazing.

80% of those involve masturbating to your sister, shoving things up your ass, and overall being creepy as **** though

yes, I know freaking matious,
all your posts are tedious,
as can-be-ious,
so get right out of my face-ious,
and Crowquill, you know you just like,
him better cuz he kisses your *ss,
it's been like that from the beginning,
I see through the glass,
and no one knows how to come on here,
and rap about anything sincere,
it's alway Tutgs an incest,
or tutg's such a queer,
but have no fear,
cuz I'm about to make it clear,
as long as you read what I said,
there's a brighter day ahead,
at least I said what you couldn't admit,
you got low self esteem, that's why ur face full of zits,
and then you wonder why your life is in shambles,
it's bcuz while your proporting all these rambles,
you never bothered to take a look at your self,
in the mirror, it's starting to get clearer,
why people hate me so much,
they're afraid to see in themselves,
what they see in me,
are you trying to tell me that your,
concience is empty,
and your not ashamed of anything from your past,
you could have signed it, but you sh*t on my cast,
but it washes right off, cuz I'll turn my back on u,
how far do I have to go before we're,
sure you'll see it through,
I could say it before, and I'll say it again,
I'm not a d*mn bit ashamed of the things I did,
and I'd rather have cowards know it,
and hold it over my head,
cuz now it's your problem, not mine,
now go to bed,
and wake up tomorrow, and think about what I said,
forget about all the other sh*t that you've read,
because I'm giving it to you straight in this thread,
I'm honest as can be, if I'm wrong in the head,
then I don't want to be right,
it's time to put you cowards to bed, nighty night

Haha, go drink a bottle of semen, you silly goose.

Lmao, Crowquill & Matious. I think you just got told, bitch.

your self esteem is provisional,
others liking you is conditional,
at least I can say you do like challenges,
you don't seem to understand how this is,
a never-ending battle for u,
you'll get stuck like glue,
I thought you knew but it seems you're still determined,
to still attempt to beat me, I thought you were learning,
that before you can be on my level,
you have to learn to lose,
so many times I was disheveled,
I sat around and sang the blues,
cuz my heart was in pieces,
while you were havin' threesomes,
yeah I'm not ashamed to say it,
I'm a lowlier creature than u,
because I was bound and determined,
to see my hard times through,
because once you come out on the other side,
life's so easy, it feels like a ride,
but you would never learn about delayed gratification,
you not bein' relieved puts u in a state of devastation,
you think it's all about ability,
but it takes some humility,
to know you're not bigger than god,
you especially, you're more like a pod,
me, I'm more like an extension of god's hand,
I've got to look after my people, before I can be the man,
so, think of this what you will,
but I already know you won't feel,
what I'm trying to say, because,
I know you're only lookin' for something to pick at,
something to claw at w/ paws like a kitty cat,
I've already failed to you, but that's where you made the mistake,
you've got to eat your veggies before you eat your cake,
and mine is unsaturated and unsweetened,
if you wanna' play it's cool, I've already been beaten

yeah so im new to this thread/ but i see to many dudes dreamin/ time to put them to bed/ i slice through ya rhymes/ like a razor slits wrists/ ya'll got rhymes/ but no style exists/ i'll try to give advice/ which is somthin ya'll need/
cuz even reading this trash/ is makin my ears bleed/ ya'll need to go back to school/ sit at a desk/ cuz these rhymes/ elementary at best/ so now we're in class/ time for roll call/ eminem, vanilla ice/ looks like we got 'em all/ i'll type this slow/ cuz i know ya'll can't read that fast/ g i v e i t u p/ y o u r t i m e h a s p a s s e d/ ya'll got burned/ that's the fact/ my rhymes so tight/ that i won't need to come back/

one

yeah, but you'll be back in a jiffy,
cuz that might have looked really spiffy,
that eminem and vanilla ice line was quite thrifty,
but to be honest, it wasn't that nifty,
but I'm glad you decided to join the fire,
since everyone else already retired,
and just when you start to perspire,
I'll hit you with rhymes sharper than barb wire,
my words don't have to hit you that hard,
you might as well be dealing with a rhyming retard,
but just remember that I do got heart,
so if you come and test me, you give me a jump start,
it's like shock therapy to a mind that doesn't need it,
and when I'm coming at you so quick, you won't conceive it,
and after a few rhymes you will believe that,
you're gonna be up to your knees in deep sh*t,
ankles in the magma, and feet down in hell,
head up in the clouds, sayin' oh well,
if you think you've still got a prayer, I'm compelled,
to tell you 'bout the rhymers that tried to drop me and fell,
oh well, they come and they go like yesterday's news,
Freddy Krueger lost and now he's watching Blue's Clues,
so c'mon, now and try to kill me when I snooze,
fight me however you want, either way you're gonna lose

Fat bitches need love
But first they gotta pay
Hoes give me sex
Every single day

That's why I'm rich son
I ain't never play games
Just sitting here
I've earned thirty dames

I'm like Haley Joel
That kid from the sixth sense
Dollars find me
I don't call them pence

This rhyme is random
Maybe whack, I confess
But you'll read it
Wanting to undress

It's fine, go ahead
I get it all the time
I'd be in jail
If sex was a crime

Be quiet, don't speak
Just take your pants off now
Yeah in the sac
Sup bitch, brown cow?

Chocolate milk, is an
Aphrodesiac, but
I don't need it
With my insanely large penis.





New record, two minutes.
Rapping ftw.

the used tool guy, hah/ more like tim the tool man taylor/ tried to fix his ryhmes/ but resulted in failure/ yo, tool guy, didn't i see you on that show, home improvement/ your style is like a bobblehead/ with no movement/ tried to come hard/ but went soft/ wanted to cut me down/ but instead sliced his d*ck off/ yeah, i got my foot in hell/ cuz that's where i dwell/ and it's hard to want to leave/ cuz i do it so well/ and all the other dudes retired?/ nah, prolly just got bored/ cuz how many more of ya rhymes/ could they possibly ignore/ and how more times steppin to me/ can you really endure/ these rhymes hit you hard leave you guessing/ where's the ceiling, wheres the floor?/ makes me kinda wonder/ what they hell you tryin for?

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Spell check, Kruger. Also, you had much better ammo you could have used. Check out the first quote in my sig for details.

no, actually they don't really hit me that hard,
somehow you tried to hit me, but u walked away scarred,
you threw punches and walked away exhausted,
you think you're gonna win, but you've already lost it,
because it started w/ your approach,
you try to be sick like a roach,
I'm trying to think like Confucious,
your confusing rhymes aren't conducive,
to thinking, I've concluded they're useless,
a new fish swimming w/ a great shark,
I wipe away evil like my first name was Clark,
no, you're not like Lex Luthor with kryptonite,
I've already got them in me so you might as well skip the fight,
I've accumulated so much evil, I attract it like a magnet,
others try to move on me, but they remain stagnate,
I pick up all the clues because I'm smarter than Dragnet,
and the best comeback you got is probably call me a ****ot,
but I've been there done that, you dunce cap, this dumb rap,
is such crap, compared to when I put on my thinking cap,
but I still make the effort to try and understand you,
I want it to be close so I won't outland you,
a hundred million punches to zero
I might be a middleweight, but I'll still be your hero,

Luckily, no rap producer would ever sign you, so you'll remain in your white trash trailer park.

Actually I live in a huge house, all by myself. It's a bit of heaven.

hey there, tool man you better
learn how to use them tools
cuz if you don't, you gon loose
i didn't wanna blast off, but
you done lit my fuse
and clark kent was just a babbling fool
so don't confuse
the real man of steal with your underoos
so you've got confucious, clark get, dragnet
man, that sure is a lot of dudes
that have spent some time, inside you
now your the one leaving clues
about which part of you
that most gets used
but i won't go there it's not what i do
and your last "attack" i basically slept through
your MY hero??
now finally i'm amused!!

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Psh. Ice-T, MC Hammer and Sugarhill Gang.

Rappers don't use double explanation marks.

White boys do though.

nah, you got it wrong. they're two knife wounds with two bullet holes underneath them.



. .. .. ... . .. ...ok, i'm white, really white *shrugs*

Lol.

dangit kruger, now I'ma bust out my Luger,
and you'll get shot down worse than Loser,
I'm nothin' shy of a microphone abuser,
and u try to tell me my last rhyme was a snoozer,
please, get outta here with that bull*hit,
better get yourself a drink and get ready to gulp it,
'cause I'm about to put your mind to the test,
I'm totally unscathed like a bulletproof vest,
you think you beat me, but you're checking your chest,
so lay down, and stay down, 'fore I put you to rest,
I don't know why you have to be so decisive,
every time you spit, you talk sh*t like you diced it,
but I'ma let you know what I really think,
next time for your rhyme, why don't you just leave a link,
because you know it sounds like it's already been written,
by some guy that knows less than me about spittin',
why you gotta plagarize, just so you can fit in,
I fit in easily, like a hand into a mitten,
now I'ma put this rhyme to a fit end,
there's no need to lie, cuz it's yourself that your sh*ttin'

You're nothin' shy of a n00b.

OK, Hurrilame