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|04-12-2014, 04:36 PM||#11 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2014
what are you? 15? walking round with your fake i d,
mate you're so thick you can't even spell HIV ,
if you was battling someone else you probably rate highly,
but next to me your death will be the only fate i see.
now that's some real sh.it, i bet you feel sick,
i must admit, its a lot to deal wit
kneel bitch, that's right now heel! sit!!
im your master from now on that's the deal prick.
you're my slave now so get to cotton picking,
kinggotti tried his luck and now he's gotten a rotten kicking.
lets be honest now, cos this is a mismatch,
this chat must make you feel like you just got bitch slapped,
where as i feel like when an itch gets scratched.
you left yourself wide open like your stitch snapped,
and i know while you read this you're sucking dick, fact.
essentially, im a higher entity,
but don't resent me, cos your words be empty,
don't bear no enmity, and start expleting .obscenities,
cos that would end wit me, making you need dentistry.
you're just a child, your favourite film star's piccachoo,
which explains why i never met someone else who rhymed as shi.t as you
it just didn't flow right, its like you're high as a kite,
try as you might, everything you write turns out ****e.
in.the dead of the night feel my knife,
i could end your life with a slice,
its about then that i hear you whimper please,
you look.at me but im colder than a winter breeze,
you start to panic and your fingers freeze,
then your boyfriend f.ucks you and your sphincter bleeds.
im like a scorpion, and when my pincers squeeze,
they f.ucking splinter trees,
mate in this industry, you gotta be indiscreet,
how many mc's bin against me? that's how many limbs I've cleaved
|04-13-2014, 05:02 PM||#12 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2014
cos I'll cut your legs out from under you,
that's right, I'll gun the yoot,
you've had nothin but wanks now for a month or two
so now you've begun to screw, and you're looking for a bum to do,
your mum's would do, if only she'd succumb to you.
now after that, you can't be coming back.for more,
if you do i won't chat,
I'll get a bat and f.ucking crack ya jaw.
your last chat out of ten was maybe max a four,
it convinced me you must be smoking crack for sure.
i pity you, 15 and living life like a hermit,
traded your needs for a needle and its hypodermic,
you go out and sip sperm to earn it,
but all the time.your fingertips yearn to burn it.
now when you write you think that's amazing sh.it,
you should stick to blazing spliffs , and taking dicks.
|04-19-2014, 02:52 PM||#14 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2014
really? straightrazor?.i bet you're just a geek in a slate blazer.
you're the type of guy that when he.gets a date he.pays her,
but im a space invader,
and even from space i see that acne on your face is major,
watch what happens when i grab my mates tazer,
10,000.volts aimed at ya waist makes you a shake shaker .
im the fate taker, im gonna rib you later,
step to me mate its bait you'll need a defribulator,
have the feds asking you "see that kid? did you rape her?"
oh sh.it that's cold like refrigerator. and that's no joke ,
you like your girls like your whiskey, 8.years old and full of coke.
i got my lungs full of smoke , why don't you just go to a gay bar and pull a bloke,
when i said that i saw your eyes were full of hope.
i heard you like dick licking more than strips of chicken,
you get nicks dick spitting, now down your lips its dripping.
you'd offer nick.your.arse cos you've been itching to see if.it fits in,
but you've only just had the sex swap op and you don't want the stitches ripping,
this bi.tch is tripping, trying to battle toosik ,
feel free to.gun my name but try not to do shi.t.
you prick, that chat was useless,
and it was too short was there a chapter that you missed?
it was a chat times two fifths,
did you click.on a site for a chick with two dicks ,
then your penis just grew stiff?
you flow sh.it and you know this,
if you want to be a bitch then grow tits,
you flopped the show that was f.ucking hopeless,
|04-25-2014, 05:11 PM||#15 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2014
that was better than your first try, and it was heartfelt too,
well.done little boy, did your daddy help you?
but i still can't believe i waited two weeks for that sh.it???
i thought you were kidding but you.really are that thick, you're spastic,
you talk about.your gun but I've seen it, its plastic,
you've got a toy cowboy hat too, but mate if the cap fits....
i lived in the time of john.the Baptist,
yeah me and Jesus used to tap fists, then rap a bit,
he turned half the.world catholic off the back of it.
mate if Jesus had seen how you chat sh.it,
he'd turn your fuc.king water into rats piss.
you're soft like a mattress, im strong like a blacksmith,
punch me with your little boys arms and you'll just get a snapped wrist.
a gashed fist, and a fat lip.
i would say you should practice but don't you have chess club at six?
that's why im toosik and you hate to see that,
fuc.king prick , but sh.it its great to be back,
if you start slating me back, I'll fuc .king dislocate your kneecap.
there i said it, now when people read that,
they'll say "toosik please, relax. he's just a wee chap".
i should say i.wouldn't really hit a child of fifteen,
anyway.if i tried, this bitch'd scream,
voice gone so high in pitch it seems
this little boy child has pissed his jeans
when it comes.to lyrics its quality not quantity,
that sh.it was so long half way through i.had gone to sleep.
you just went on for weeks,
do your parents know that you respond to me?
using your sisters laptop irresponsibly .
you'd be grounded for a month at least.
.no tv and they'll take your rapunzle sheets.
|04-26-2014, 11:10 AM||#16 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2014
wow. that was quick time.
what? did you sniff a line?
then get down to writing once you gave your dick a shine?
your face is all screwed up like you just bit a lime,
cos your lyrics still aren't as sick as mine.
you're going apeshi.t like gorrilas in the mist,
but don't get your knickers in a twist,
cos the second chat saved your ass in the nick of time.
i can get behind a chat like that, pass the mike back,
you know that twat likes crack,
don't let him fight back cos he might snap,
and park his dick in your ass like you a bike rack.
but you'd like that.
you a hypocrite, sayin that i masturbate,
you're in your mid teens, you have more wanks than vegetarians have pasta bakes .
you set a faster pace than usain bolt in fuc.king blaster skates.
but you're young yet, you've still got time to learn,
you can't smoke me mate, you're fuc.king mine to burn,
im gonna act like im bleach and you're rhymes are jerms .
cos i been doin this since before you and Chris,
were goin out and getting pissed, and just fuc.king losing it,
that's some stupid sh.it, i remember when you threw a fit,
you had two clenched fists, but you didn't know who to hit
you looked like a bitch when you threw and missed,
that geezer hit you so hard im surprised to see that you exist.
that's three chats now, and i call it three to nothin,
of course you could try a fourth, but there'd be repercussions,
just get back to reefer puffing, do a chat but just leave the cussing,
and i can put my blade away cos there's no need for cutting.
Last edited by toosik; 04-26-2014 at 06:47 PM.
|04-26-2014, 06:32 PM||#17 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2014
i know you think you're good cos you write a lot of sh.it,
but its forgettable, i read it but then i forgot it quick
you read my lyrics and you think 'sh.it, that's propper sick',
you look mad you've got a twitch, calm down son you'll pop a stitch,
i take it all back, the lot of it,
yes you have got a dick, and it was not a pic of Kevin costner's prick that got it stiff.
you're not a bitch. im just sayin its the content of what you spit,
that determines if you've got a hit, not just the fact that there's a lot of it.
but you gotta admit, you just got served like djokevic.
and on top of this, you've got the sh.its ,
i guess Its no wonder you're not an optimist.
still your chat wasn't as bad as last time,
and at your age you can't be judged for past crimes,
i would say write something now but eight o'clock sharp is bath time,
in bed no later than half nine,
but at night you're citystateofmind.
a gifted knight a crime fighter.
you roam the streets with your pretty cape behind,
wearing your sisters tights, the lime stripers,
they're kinda tight but, you find you like em,
in your head you shine brighter than bright, like nine lighters.
now in your line of sight there's a fight, with knives and five bikers,
you're like a viper, stick to the shadows til its time to strike em,
slow down time you strike like lightning,
if i am to believe the rhymes you're writing
you're divine and highly frightening,
your minds reciting the kind of night that makes your life seem kinda exciting.
but that's not what really happened, admit it it was a fantasy,
the reality is for every man you see, you brick it and in your pants you pee.
you let out a panicked squeak, turned and fuc.king ran at speed
found amnesty, eventually on your family's street,
now you understand at least, that when the sh.it hits the fan you freeze
you think you're hot but please, you can't stand the heat,
never known a man to weep so much in a handkerchief,
you're the opposite of hot you're fuc.king antifreeze.
first it.was a ganga leaf, a gram at least,
you're on your hands and knees, praying it puts you in the land of sleep
but you can't roll it til the shaking of your hands has ceased ,
you didn't turn out to be the man you planned to be,
your lifes a calamity, angrily yu wave your arms and stamp your feet,
these days you wank all week, well at least t il your hands are weak,
then you sell your ass to a man for free,
so now in part thanks to me,
cable ties round your hands and feet,
you got banged and beat by a gang of three randy priests til your ass began to bleed.
look at.you, 15 and sucking on your grannys teats ,
you always did seem kinda camp to me,
Last edited by toosik; 07-26-2014 at 03:25 PM.
|04-29-2014, 02:09 PM||#19 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2014
ok this chat will hit you like a thunderbolt,
a thousand times a hundred volts will have you doing somersaults,
you got a cap gun butt my guns a colt, leave you buried under tonnes of salt.
i would blame your parents but lets be honest cos you're the one at fault.
its lucky you don't rely on your rapping as you'd have a short career,
mate I've seen your thread, its had less likes than north Korea.
i should bring my daughter here, she only just turned four this year,
but if she wrote some lyrics they'd be better than yours that's clear.
I'll put my.gun in your mouth so you can see how my.weapon tastes,
but don't be sad, you won a medal look it says second place,
I'll put it on your grave, to decorate your final resting place,
should have listened when i said it mate, but instead you just kept tempting fate.
like i said i read your thread, that's a part of my day that was wasted,
but no one else has read it, you must feel alienated,
but your childhood must've felt worse being an anally raped kid,
in fact these days you complain he abated.
and you've discovered, that what happens to you you sometimes do to others,
now when you play with your mates kids,
you played a game that they hated.
i shouldn't joke, cos that's not a laughing matter,
you got f.ucked in the arse as a child and it left your arse in tatters,
now when you fart it splatters,.and leaves a lasting pattern.
and look what happened, you got a bigger ring than Saturn.
sorry mate, i can't.help but take a pop at you,
you've got one of them faces, my fist has fu.king got to bruise,
you must tweet lot, i heard you suck a cockatoo,
looks don't mean a lot to you , so basically any cock would do.
that's it, I'll keep my one nice and sweet,
i just re-read your last one and now my eyes are fighting sleep
Last edited by toosik; 04-30-2014 at 03:47 PM.
|04-30-2014, 06:44 AM||#20 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2014
if you even mention my daughter one more time there'll be a slaughter,
you're a sh.it talker, a fact distorter and this time you're out of order,
and the more sh.it you talk your life keeps gettin shorter,
you'll be hung drawn and quartered, exposed as a police informer.
your favourite tv star's dora , by that i mean the explorer,
but now you turning into a stalker, i aught ta turn transformer
are you a mouse or a man, mate you're the former,
look at your views compared.to mine to see who's got more supporters.
i see you downloaded a rhyme dictionary,
you wanted to find something that rhymed with "why's my dick so smelly?"
you think you're 50 cent, but you're not even fifty pennies,
you're in the jungle now mate and im a missionary,
i don't care that your tits are hairy, or that you whiff of sherry ,
my problem with you is purely literary.
and speaking of your diction, every spit you've written,
is littered with contradictions, descriptions of how you're a hit man,
but next to me you're like a kitten.
you hate that im from Britain, and have a different pigment,
you're indignant and fun.king pissant, and way out of your jurisdiction.
you keep coming back its like a damn addiction,
but they're not lyrics you write, to me they're ammunition,
im a man on a mission, to make you stop cos you're forbidden,
from writing fiction right, so say good riddance to this bitch tonight,
no one will miss him cos his spits are sh.ite ,
if you're superman then im kryptonite.
ill just flick my knife, it hits just right and out drips your life.
your chats are just repetitions so now im losing interest,
so if you don't write something different I'll put two slugs in ya chest,
but your iq's so low you're considered dim at best,
so just give it up now cos you can't win the test.