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12-17-2006, 05:14 AM
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Groupie
Join Date: Dec 2006
Location: CA long beach
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let me see ur rhyme/i knw ur gonna frown, when u hir mine/ u said u consumed a lot of beers?/ oh B*L*S**T! cmon tell ur mama ur spendin ur $ for a sheer/ u act like ur a murderer/but u cling 2 da air and still ur nothng but a poser/ u rap like u never had enuf/cmon cracker dont make us laugh/ u speak as if ur a hardcore hitter, WTF!?/ u rily rap like ur the chinese version of Tupac/  i feel sori for ur mama for bringing out a crap like u/this aint no drama/ i knw ur lyf is so sad but dont be mad/dont loose track, can you?! haha i bet! / cmon look on the bright side and sell sum crack before ur death/ i cant even understand ur Sh*t/dnt wori we knw its a misfit but who gives a sh*t/ cmon give us a favor/dnt post again with ur sick Fu*king flavor/cuz im the savior/ u act and talk like a nigga,/i aint just a gangsta im a hustler!/so u better shut da F*ck up squatter/ They Stained, i came, then u claim that ur a ril playa?/just wait ima pull dis trigga and u will knw whos da ril Nigga!/now u knw im a dirty playa/so dnt mess wit me cuz ima burn u out nigga!/but wait a second wats diz!? "yo oojay, you da man....." wtf!?  / praising urself?!, eeww! cmon cut da crap!/cuz ur not fillin in my stomach/poor critter, rily out of his mind/fo sho i knw ur starting 2 whine/SO i say get da hell outta hir!!/u still have sum crack 2 steal/better stick with ur own kind/dnt wori no more hustle, they r easy 2 find ~LOSER!!~  ____ima Nigga SLap you!____
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12-17-2006, 10:53 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Missouri, USA
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Muthaf*cka you spent an hour on a "freestyle" in vain Steppin' up to me bitch'll be walkin' outta here with a cane my flow is insane and like you its retarded your punchlines are like bigfoot they aint never been spotted niggaz call me the 1-900 cuz I spit nothin' but hotlines pull out my 9 have your crew disappearin' like a tanline you claim youre a dirty playa but your game is dumb the only thing your an athlete at is swallowin' cum and how you gonna be dissin' the chinese version of tupac? if you wanna see my "wang" just ask Before you leave my house in a box Yo punk ass couldnt get a piece of ass if you bought a rump roast from a butcher You show up here and rap like a f*ckin' wannabe Ashton Kutcher but you'll be the one gettin' punk'd and I'll be splittin' your wig my raps are so good you'll be puttin' 'em down in your sig I'll put 6 drills in the back of ya head like a labotomy The nigga makes his livin' by pimpin' his ass out for sodomy And how you gonna call yourself the "savior" when you cant even pronounce it Your raps are like your religion Ask if they listen Theyll denounce it Your bitch ass needs spell check Cuz I couldnt read a word of your rhymes Im wastin my time Battlin' f@ggots who lose every time You and hiu must have the same type of trainin' claimin' youre black but rappin' like a 12 year old caucasian my sh*t is amazin' droppin' hot bars that are blazin' how you gonna f*ck my mama with a penis the size of a raisin and you say that hustle? what you mean? sellin' crack? the only crack you be sellin' is the one inside yo ass Last edited by [MERIT]; 12-17-2006 at 11:03 AM. |
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12-17-2006, 10:41 PM
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Groupie
Join Date: Dec 2006
Location: CA long beach
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 "Cracks, knuckles* LOLZ hahahaha ima give you a lesson/back from the season/ better chek your grammar/before i send u 2 samar(a squatter place in phillippines)/ ur rap stink, it reekz so better think/before u post ur inexplicable thrash/ better ask for help cuz ima burn u 2 ash/i cant undrstand wat ur spittin/ cuz mah head is splittin/hahaha my filipina bitches are laughing/cuz ur rap got no something honestly, go back 2 elemntry/and learn the basic ABC/ Blazin words are coming out of my mouth/so ask ur g*y mathaF*ckers 2 reprimand da crowd/ im too much 4 u, so grit ur teeth/cuz u cant handle my heat/ i admire ur stoutness/but rily ill just gonna burn u 2 ashes/ so better stand back/cuz u cant handle my track/ booya! nigga! whos da mathaF*cker now?!/better pimp ur mom before i F*ck her now/ so my lil chinese tupac/i say hit da road and sell sum crack/ ur rily trying 2 hard/cmon pass ur ghetto lyf/ so u can have ur own credit card/sizzle 2 dizzle nigga/ im spittin like a cobra/better hide in da mountains/ cuz dis is da sh*t dat u cannot handle/i knw ur suckin sum sacks/ cuz lyf is hard and u suck!/im owning/so better start mowing/ ur punchlines are so simple and sissy/so wat can u do 2 ditch me?/ having a hard time?/ur rap cant even cost a dime/ so ima tell u dis mathaF*cker/sure u have da talent but still im the dirtiest playah/ i dont need 2 be a gangsta, im a hustler/punkin u out is enuf Nigga!/ better turn back/and sell sum crack/ cuz dis battle has been won/so dont bother cuz ur olredy done/ enuf wit your babble/cuz i knw ur in straggle/ before i scrub ur mouth with a soap/better cut ur crap and never hope.   Fat Ass NIGGA!
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12-17-2006, 10:55 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Missouri, USA
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Let me show you bitches how a real muthaf*cka flows:
Yo I’m the illest MC that you’ll ever find I spit my rhymes like a landmine Blowin’ up ya neck Niggaz hear me spittin’ they start hittin’ the deck With no respect Like a rappin’ Rodney Dangerfield You try to step to me but I let you know your fate is sealed Your punk ass is whack and lacks the knack to rap You just talk crap Flip ya 9 so youll be the one gettin’ banged at Yo I pack 2 shots One for each of ya faces Two face rappers step to me and I put ‘em through their paces You’ve been trippin’ up in here like someone tied up ya shoe laces I’ll give ya one more shot Before I put ya’ll in ya places Your flow is like a period It be comin’ just once a month But that’s enough Just like it, your raps are comin’ from a cunt Yo I could give you a week to reply and youd still come up with nothin’ Your style is noxious Like that super glue that you been huffin’ Yo I peeked at ya profile pic It appears that youre Asian So hows it feel to get ya rice fried by a dominant Caucasian? Actin’ all tough like a ghettofied Bruce Lee My raps are so hot they burn a hole through my loose-leaf Dawg you say youre a cobra? Nigga who you tryin’ to fool You know I’ll be stuffin’ you in a locker if you send me back to school Yo bitch ass needs a new hook besides “I be sellin’ some crack” You rhymes are whack Step right up and get knocked right back You may be Bruce Lee’s grandson but I’m Chuck Norris’ brother Put my foot across your face Smack you around until you stutter “Better cut my crap” you said that “I got no hope” Yo this nigga’s a joke This dude’s rhymes are nickelbags Mine’s a kilo of coke Hamlet's DEAD muthaf*cka  
Last edited by [MERIT]; 12-17-2006 at 11:56 PM. |
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12-18-2006, 04:46 AM
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Groupie
Join Date: Dec 2006
Location: CA long beach
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dont yah mess up with the real OG float like a butter fly, sting like a bee look! whos the real wannabe!? ur good wen it comes 2 comedy such a catastrophe ima bring dis Sh*t wit me MathaF*cker ima tell u why. ima bring drama and make u cry im maybe an asian but ur a c*ck sucking columbian dnt worry ima treat u purple haze fried rice hope dat will make u. bitches digs brown eyes but how bout u? u stil have 2 try. yo brain must be whack cytherean of hustler. yo dats my fried rice bitch hw bout u? just cocaine bitches ima make my move and F*ck her in my groove. ima shove my foot 2 ur face even in 100 paces money in my car, a bag of weed, now u see da star i knw nigga wen ever u hear me ur in a rush let me spill it and just hush. just cmon and listen mathaF*cker stop hissin listen 2 da real OG ima make da mic wet cuz mah mind is set ima make u suck my gun cuz im olweiz on da run ima make u stunned in a 45 scream like a girl and strive we got da whole hood with da PNC gangstah, wer all good. yah heard? cmon chek da deck ima push it 2 da limit i knw u wanna hear it boom pack automatic jam pack baby da bitches are all wet take a picture, before i torture u crazy mathaF*cker u turned out 2 be a su*ker c*ck suckng columbian i knw u have 2 work it i dnt have 2 let u see it im a ecstasy popper u f*cking thrasher ima let u feel da floor den get da hella out of da door cuz ur soul has been stained cuz dis hustler is pro trained ive won dis battle, its a test mess with da best, die with da rest Oojay stop da crap ur done! ~True Brown Style~ nigga Respect! Paze out!
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12-18-2006, 10:49 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Missouri, USA
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Yo if thats the best you got dawg ima send you back to the minors
Gettin' brave up in my face you'll walk away with 2 shiners Like alzheimers It seems that ya forgettin' I spit hot fire Its nothin' but jizz that you be spittin' Yo this nigga's actin' gangsta Every one of his rhymes is a f*ckin' lie His closest thing to "ghetto" is sellin' niggaz his mom's fried rice Yo dont get me wrong dawg It aint nothin' like im racist I just cant look ya'll in the eye cuz they too slanted on ya faces Yo you tryin' to steal my style Bitch I got you spotted worse than a leopard Stealin' my lines in the only way you'd ever sell a record He calls his ass an "OG" Yo I gotta argue wit that Cuz he aint the Only Gay rapper Thats ever fallen victim to this cat Talkin' 'bout "ecstacy" dawg Yeah you do rap like you been trippin' You brought a knife to a gun fight F*cked wit me And came up missin' And who the f*ck's gonna take a name from Shakespeare? Only a f@ggot'd be named hamlet Put your ear up to my door Tryin' to steal my rhymes until I slam it Yo your punk ass is from Cali And only 2 things come from there Steers and f@ggots And I dont see no horns up in ya hair Ya style is queer Like Elton John up in his bedroom Throw ya ass in the trunk just to give me some more legroom You call me a comedian Yo I'll take that as a prop Folks'll laugh right along with me You done f*cked around and got Tupac'd I'll snatch your soul right out ya chest and eat it In fronta ya eyes so you can see it No need to fight back dawg Everything youve got Ive already seen it And beat it I dont even comprehend why you try anymore Done beat you to the floor Im so tight I aint even gotta try no more You tryin' to hit it big like a rapper named Chingy But you be workin the front desk at the Holiday Inn You cant be a rapper if you Chinky Last edited by [MERIT]; 12-18-2006 at 10:59 AM. |
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12-19-2006, 06:10 PM
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Im Just As Sweet!!!:)
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: america
Posts: 570
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D**** you guys are good.How do you guys think of those?
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