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Listen here nigga, my raps flow like molten lava,
Best not fuck with me or i'll rape your father, Remember this, i'm no Buhaina's Delight, more like your worst nightmare Nightmare on Elm Street right, I hit my rhymes like blood guts and pussy, while you're still stuck on GG thinking you're listening to shock rock when really you worship the cockrock. |
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my raps are freestyle you probably get yo verses out of a book I could cut yo phone line and you still wouldnt be off the hook your raps are disgusting smellin' like sh*t thats 3 times been digested they should pass a bill and have you whack MC's arrested ill kick your door down and spray bullets like a water hose ya'll be gettin wet from the blood that'll be spillin' from you ho's you f**kin f@ggot ass bitch i'll cut yo tongue out like a snitch 3 weeks later they'll find yo body floatin' in a ditch and f**k a funeral service the only service'll be me stickin' 8 inches in ya mama's pelvis i got you "all shook up" like a Vegas Elvis but you need to realize that there's a million different Pressley's so you spittin' that awful sh*t thoroughly unimpresses me if you're competition step up i'll get you schooled with all these lessons spit your weak verses and get stabbed in a matter of seconds ill stare through you like a ghost my hellacious gaze thats as cold as ice my raps flow over ya head buzz it off like you got head lice i dont give a f**k if i gotta bump a thread to make my point i could murder every one of you motherf**kers an still not end up in the joint i'll jump in my car and straight ram your ass you niggaz better call the ambulance you try to sneak up on me but i smell you comin' like flatulence my style is ill like SARS but I still spit endless bars I'll burn down ya house till your ass is half charred break in and tie yo mama to the bed just to start beef lets see you talk sh*t after I remove all of your front teeth you call on ya cell phone to see who the hell's home but yo mama cant talk with 8 inches slidin' down her throat you rhyme lika f@g pissin' and moanin' like a bitch on the rag lets see you step up when I break both ya legs |
where's RHYMEFEST or fenix or hobo when ya need 'em?
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I dont know i like your raps there cool.
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^that doesnt even rhyme:pimp::laughing:
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So,its off da chain [lol]being gangster gangster and all
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damn hoes on dope |
you rhyme like a bitch you punk ass skindredluver
ill f**k you up worse than NSYNC doin' a Beetles cover:laughing: |
Nice one you need to be more affending though
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Seriously though, we should put some brackets together, have people vote, and get this place poppin'.
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Thats would be awsome in the extreme lol
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you skindereluver is
not kosher with the mb rulis |
armed and dangerous
consumed too many beers slice your queer as from ear to ear end of the year so I take time and look back your brother talked sh*t so I locked him in the back of my car in the trunk but he ain't got no air his body may be there but your brother ain't there bullet holes let the light in bullet holes let the stench out pull up to a bridge and throw his f*ckin' body out I spit bars like a kid gettin' his mouth washed with soap You gotta pray that I spare you cuz you aint got no hope word on the street is dont f*ck with you boys but I raised my voice now Im doper than ya'll and you aint got a choice I jump in the jeep with a cow-catcher on the grill mowin' down f@ggots with a license to kill my sh*t is ill so never question my drive f*ck around till 9 to 5 turns 20 to life with a smile on my face closin' up the cell door my roomy's 6 foot 4 put a shank in him now he's kissin' the floor I can't take no sh*t Wasnt meant to never will ya'll niggaz get a kick from all this glory that ya steal but its mine and my own pull this trigga' till youre blown pile in the whip and roll on ya home pumpin shots through the windows shots flyin' outta range mighta missed your heart but put 2 in ya ribcage you bleedin' out got time for one last word "yo oojay, you da man....." I said "F*ckin' right b*tch" "you got serrrrrved!" Holla back fenix and hobo. |
Thats doesnt make any sense.
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Dude oojay you should like become a proffesional.....
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So seriously, somebody step up already.
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you homophobe piece of shit
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I see how hard ya hit Ive got homies with bats you wouldnt play hardball with Cuz you cant stand these rhymes that im comin with the lyrics that im pummelin' and punch you in the muthaf*ckin stomach with two c0cks on my shotty and its ready to blow 2 c0cks in ya mama and she's ready to ho cant stop my flow so dont even try to compete you f@ggots are weak givin handjobs for money every day of the week |
Do you just come up with these or are you secretly flavor flave[if thats his name]
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oojay's rhymes are so lame,
it's like he spit them into his moms cervix, then came, but he's not to blame, if he's got the hots for his mom, I know I feel the same, |
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You've got the hots for your mom too?!? |
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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/ :laughing: 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!? :eek:/ 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!!~ :crazy: ____ima Nigga SLap you!____ |
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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 |
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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 :laughing: 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. :finger: :rofl: Fat Ass NIGGA! |
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:bringit::D |
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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!:bringit: ~True Brown Style~ nigga Respect! Paze out! |
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 |
D**** you guys are good.How do you guys think of those?
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hahaha 0ojay nice battlin! hehehe gonna fyt u sumtime tho but nt now ^_^ |
Eh, Im bored......
Yo this muthaf*cka must have Screech as a ghost writer In his pics he looks Asian In his raps he sounds a little whiter A little lighter Cuz I spit 10 pounds of rhymes Stuff it in a gallon bucket Guaranteed its flowin’ out the other sides Yo I’m ill with it And I’m infectin’ ya with every touch Got you takin’ the backseat like Jan on the Brady Bunch When I hit you with it My sh*ts stiffer than 10 shots of straight liquor Put you down quicker Fulfill yo dream of bein’ a down nigga Got a hair trigga And an itchin’ on my index Let my finger slip They couldn’t clean that sh*t up with windex Yo if I wanted an easy ride I woulda called ya girl up on the celly Yo you aint even tryin’ dawg I spit better raps from my mama’s belly And you think jokin’ the Asians is like beatin’ a dead horse? I’m hungry for competition You eatin’ Fido for the main course Yo I see somethin’ in ya eye Is it that fear that I’m a killa? I be steppin’ on ya rhymes Breakin’ ‘em in half like I was Godzirra A little decent competition would be appreciated...................................... bitches:bringit: |
lol, this thread is crazy!
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Ethans a bitch:bringit:
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Who raps like he's got an itch.
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That makes two of you.
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w0rd
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Woh man, chill out and don't get so mad,
WWE is on tonight your love is gonna be rad, Go up and down with each body slam, You getting off gayer then wham, Rock hard dick, to rocks hard tits, Now I want you to bust out a pen and think about this, You can drop the arrogant bullshit, You're not sexy you're just a prick, Just be honest, admit your acne covered face, Telescope eyes and metal teeth, You're well past your teens, So you can drop the gasoline acne cream, You're not hot, you have no flame, You're the wax without the wick, You're a boy who only loves is his dick. So tell me man who will never get laid, Not even possibly by paid, Please break it down, explain your face, Who told the bees it was time to sting? Or are you proud to be the zit king? I'll say it one more time This guy is greasy as hell looks like he got face fucked by a porcupine, Face first into a cactus patch, I guess that might explain your rash. I heard its big in the homosexual scene, You know all the biggest homophobes hid it all, Fucking in their closets till their dicks began to fall, So tell me all, do you like it against the wall? Or with one in your mouth, the other up a hole, Yeah man, doing your preacher will save your soul, Touched by your father, Who art thou in Heaven, hallowed be thy fuck, Till thy holiness come, Giving you your daily spread, Leading you straight to tempation, Delivering you from evil, Touched by your father Who art thou in heaven, Amen. |
Lol. Pwned.
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bitch got served
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