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M Dogg™:
my greatest hits list, well what I think.


(If Anyone Can)
It's time for muthaphukkaz to understand
If anyone can, it's a Mexican
Who spits rhymes like tar juice
And who shots the club like Puffy do
You see, I ain't in to you
I'm a I.E. O.G. known for breaking fools
Well Bubba in jail molest you
I'll be in out on bail robbin' fools
You see, how can you look at me from on top of a hill
Like Ceasar Chavez, I'll starve until my people get their feel
And I'll bleed until a sick man gets his pill
And ain't no rich dude who I rob move, and that's on the real
For I never did time for I crime I did
I've been doing this too long, since I was an neglected kid
And you have the nerve to say "Not this wigga again"
Well this ese is gone beat you, until he sees red
Hold up son, lets state the facts
It took you long enough to come back
And last time I checked you have horrible rhymes
Now you come back with shit more powerful than Gemini
Tell me bitch, who's your ghostwrier
I do my shit by my lonsome, until your retired
Then go off like Nightrider
And if your on lifesupport, I'll pull this wire
Oh and why you think I got a wife
You must be confused, you so young, you don't know about life
So let me share it with you a little bit
When you turn 12 yours old, then you can hit it
Until then you can't even get an erection
And don't look at me, I'm 20 well your still steady guessing
Check it
I've lyed more hoes than you
Done more dirt than you can do
And last time I check, I'm more intercity than you
You see in Cali shit multiplies
If you bring the real, I push my shit up times 5
So stop say shit that's a lie
If your Ali, I'm Tyson and your about to die
'Cause even if I'm down, I'll bite your ear off
I'm a street muthaphukka, so don't even dare loft
And like every white dude, your rhythm is lost
But don't worry, maybe it's because the D.J. made the tune to soft
Fuck that, you'll never hear me over nothing but gangsta shit
I'm a west coast cholo who produces gangsta hits
Before suburb kids knew how to get a hip-hop party started
One bullet in your head well just leave you retarted
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(Gangsta Rap)
Little Wizard comes to the I.E.
Kills three Rialto kids so the world can see
El Monte Flores is the shit he claim
I've did dirt in El Monte, Flores don't mean a thang
Now how can I say shit like that
Well 'cause El Monte ain't nothing but wetbacks
And Flores got broken up by the cops
So fuck what you claim in the I.E. spot
Killing high school students don't prove a thang
On was 15, then you spray painted the I.E. name
This goes to that fact buster
If you touch another one of my sister friends, I'll beat your ass muthaphukka
And to those who don't know what I'm talking about
This is real gansta shit, not some shit I made up in the house
Remember, Rialto, California is the city I claim
And I represnt like it ain't no thang
And word on the street is I fell off
Well back in the day, word said I took a lose
Then word said I was a bitch
Then word had to say I was the shit
So why is word holding me down
When I get back it'll be the same old town
And I'll always be thug
I guess 'cause I'm in college, I get no love
Fuck that this is some gangsta shit
The type of shit you can't fuck with
And the type of shit I bring
I was born a cholo, not no fake thing
So step up if you want to get hurt
I'm the one who puts in work
And to those who love this gangsta shit
Respond to this, or give me a hit
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(Like Rakim... I Ain't No Joke)
Like Rakim, I ain't no joke
I just watch you snort coke
Them laugh at the way you choke
Can't believe your additiced to dope
Muthaphukka put on your coat
'Cause we about to go on a dangeruos ride
I ain't Deion, but I play in prime time
Dunking on you, like Jordan on NBA Live
How can you diss me, when you ain't even dropped a rhyme
I'll go right through, like the riots did to 1time
So please, just just drop a line
Muthaphukka, I'll go gangsta like the year was 1995
Or say a speech like the Martin of 1965
"cause I drop shit tight like a glove
My style is so creative, Peoples better show me love
I switch shit so weird, it's like Puffy throwing a dub
Or Daz Dillinger showing that N.Y. love
And to quote Rakim, I hold the microphone like a grudge
This old school shit gots you getting up
So stop playing
And complaining
'Cause when I drop shit, you gets hyped
It makes you, want to fight
And bob your heads, saying my shits tight
'Cause lyrically no one can play me
Or even fade me
The Rhyme Dropper tried but he couldn't read
The shit that says I run the industry
And now that I got shit correct
I ready to tear up the set
I force you to watch kids say "are we there yet?"
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(written for my sister... by me... haha)
The Most anticipated since doggystyle,  
Now i know you been talking shit for awhile,  
Well time to check the Juvenelle,  
'cause he ani't nothing but a prick baster child  
Why don't you come and lick this clit,  
Oh wait, your busy sucking dick  
Well then suck my ghetto toes....  
I know you like shit in your mouth like a hoe  
What kind of name is Now_I_Know..  
How can you know rap and not the ghetto,  
Tell me how a dick taste...  
And what's it like to have a clit in your face  
I never did this, so i need you to tell me  
I am beating you in a battle, must run in the family,  
I might be bi but you're a fairy..  
Damn, rhyming must be hereditary  
Little kid getting rammed up the ass  
by a dildo moving so fast..  
So quit talking, you bore me...  
How is feel getting beat by both members of this family
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(Ghetto Poetry)
Young boy please believe me
I'd never do anything to harm my family
'Cause while you cry out daddy's name
I'm crying in here hoping things change
I didn't do the crime, but momma don't believe it
She hangs up when I call on the weekend
So I write you this letter and hope she didn't rip it up
I was just a broke man outta luck
I'm so sorry my oldest child
Responsibilities to make you go wild
So while others will be out there doing bad
You have to stay home and play dad
And don't think I wanted this
I want to see you grow, what my mother missed
As for now just sit in front of the TV
And watch Bugs Bunny well momma sleeps
It's a long road ahead, your gonna need your rest
My child, I never wanted to put you in this mess
Soon your grow hard like Daddy did
Before your 16, you'll have raised 2 kids
Only 5 now and got lives in your hand
You can't cry no matter how much your sad
So my oldest child please understand
That at 5 years old, you already a man

Sikotic™:
Aight here are my five rhymes. I wish I had more to choose from but I rarely drop bars on this forum anymore. Hope y'all enjoy:


Spit-phraze/  
You must be in a daze/  
Or your eyes are glazed from my epileptic rays/  
Niggas like you talk to much these days/  
Talkin' about yourself but ya need to check ya self/  
You think you come stealth and your bad for my health/  
But unlike Ice Cube you don't have wealth and ya get no respect/  
You can only talk shit from behind the screen/  
But don't say it in my face cause you don't know me/  
I'll slit ya neck with glee/  
FIll your lungs with gasoline to their capacity/  
Plus you make no sense/  
Nigga your real dense/  
Fuck with me and slug I will dispense/  
Because I can be your worst nemisis/  
See me walk down the street and you reminise/  
When You were a kid and I took your dollars and cents/  
I tormented you so much you became a feminist/  
I know I exposed you so when you read this you start to get tense/  
But if you wanna dress in female clothing thats up to you/  
Why you do that shit I have no clue/  
Stop bein' a fake and act like yourself foo/  
And if you wanna stay alive you better stay away from my crew//////////  



MY RHYMES BE THE SHIT/  
SO GET OFF MY DICK/  
THESE BARS MORE FUCKED UP THAN A BITCH IN A PORNO FLICK/  
YEAH I'M SICK/  
BUT Y'ALL GOT NO CLUE/  
YOU AINT EVEN UP TO THE LEVEL OF THE RHYMES I SPEW/  
BITCH SWALLOW IT- NOT CHEW/  
IM LIKE A 1 MAN CREW/  
YOU KNOW WHAT IMMA DO/  
SLICE YOUR ASS UP WORSE THAN A CIRCUMSIZED JEW/  
SORRY BUT I HAVE NO MORALS/  
GOT 3 GIRLS IN LINE TO GIVE ME ORAL/  
BITCHES SCREAMIN/  
SOUNDIN LIKE THEY SINGIN A CHRISTMAS CAROL/  
LIKE 'PAC I'LL BE REMEMBERED TIL THE END OF TIME/  
I DONT NEED A INSTRUMENTAL TO SPIT THIS RHYME/  
PISS ME OFF AND I'LL START KILLING FUCKAS LIKE IN COLUMBINE/  
AND THATS JUST A DEMOSTRATION/  
OF MY SUPERIOR DOMINATION/  
BDOGG BE DROPPIN MORE BOMBS THEN THE U.S. ON A MIDDLE EASTERN NATION///////



Its about god damn time someone stepped to the plate//
TeckNine, prepare to meet your fate//
Kiss your loved ones goodbye before its too late//
Cause my skill mixed with my hate is more great than anything you state//
I'm vile, damn near about to go buck wild//
You should be afraid after what I did to So Much Style//
Tatoo my name on your forehead so no one will forget that Sikotic was the nigga that treated you like a bitch//
You say my rhymes be chessy but yours more sleezy than a slut//
But me, my shit lockin niggas up in tombs like King Tut//
Tongue like a double-edged sword, leavin you with cuts//
Smokin ya ass and tossin ya out the window like cigarette butts//
My verbalization causin so much devastation//
That it takes ya at the throat, lets ya choke and die of suffication//
I kill ya slowly, like a brain tumor or a sist//
Rest in Peace, Assassin just crossed ya off his Hit List///////



Unsolved Mysteries got cancelled like your last Affiliates account//
You got X-d Out, so you went to rant and shout//
Like a pussy ass baby you got your way, kissin the admin's ass no doubt//
God damn man, your rhymes more sour than saurkraute//
They smell like shit too, my bad thats your mom//
I'ma out rhyme your half-ass til the break of dawn//
Causin you so much stress your hair turnin gray//
I got ya workin harder than runnin a 400 meter relay//
And in half the time it took you I already got you humiliated son//
Your takin this whole thing serious, while I'm chillin' havin fun//
Cause when I spit, my lyrics come at ya so hard you get hit//
And when my dick spit, the semen gets ya momma pregnant//
Oh she forgot to tell ya//
Well Narrator I'm ya father//
Now get outta this rap game and return to singing pop like Aaron Carter//
Why do I bother//
With corny muthafuckas like you//
I took ya to school, but your dumb ass had to repeat the course too//
Its like you ain't got a clue//
I'm like a one-man crew, I'm just one person but I do twice the damage as you//
My rhymes so sick, when you repeat them you vomit like you got the flu//
Everything here I said is true//
I get better everytime, while you have limits//
And since you wanna know so bad, I wrote this shit out in 5 minutes/////////



Your havin fetishes about men drinkin cum//
But your young ass ain't even old enough to produce none//
Just like you can't produce a decent rhyme//
Stealing others lyrics and saying "Its mine"//
But thats fine, at least you know your gettin weaker each time, while each time my are even more sublime//
How many times I gotta tell you give up, you suck//
Its like you can't get enough of me rippin you up//
Your act real tough, I'll give you that, but it don't mean nothin cause your still wack//
Man, why am I wasting my time on you, I'mma leave it at that////////

min0rity:
yo FUCK THIS SHIT...i'm nominating my own self hahaha

every word being motherfucka is your only freestyling logic/
you a sick bastard, you shouldn't even be a catholic/
doing threesome with your sister?? Damn what a havoc/
I'm about to ask god for permission to stone BOTH of your asses as an way of punishment/
How could you face the real innocents every sunday when you violate felonious-type admendments?/  
Oh yeah, let me touch on another subject/
you Claim you're a gangsta, supposedly all your life you dwelled on a street corner/
Admit it, you exaggerated, only way you street is living in a cardboard box, looking desperately for doners/
You the best in the keystyle forum?? Lmao your skill is as equavinet as ruthless hoeja/
If this was the rap game, I'm nas and you Memphis bleek, coming at me indirectly but I'm always raping ya/
What the fuck was I-bo thinking when he initatied you in ELITE?/
Your style is like listening to a bedtime story, cuz it instantly puts me to sleep/
the burbs could be yours but the WORLD is mine/
Come on m PUSSY, I KO'ed you with my weakest rhyme/
Your in denial like philly  in nba finals game 5, down by 20, during halftime/

Like ‘Jesus', I'm my own man, I don't need a crew to reveal/
Melanin Deficiant, KINGS, elite, CSN, shit don't appeal/
I lost to your temporary crew in the finals, which was abundance/
Maybe this is fate, my enemy calling me out, so my vendgence/
Could be completed, so I form a eye as sharp as a vulture/
typing lyrics priceless, forming art like a Long lost sculpture/
i'm the one that cut your ambinal cord, next had you circumcised/
'blessing' this unknowledged, with the rhyme that's 'baptized'/
That's ready to cause ‘poisonous' chaotic, even ‘rattlesnakes' couldn't compete/  
the lyrical ‘psychotic' that escaped from the ‘mental hospital' looking for repeat/  
go on a killing rampage, you better call ‘America's most wanted'/
Get the ‘FBI' and the ‘CIA' on my ‘tail' but I can outrun ‘sonic'/
Across the globe, now in the ‘U.K.', ready to destroy your recent developed ‘habit'/
‘alcoholic', sipping liquor mixed with ‘tea', while thinking you a lyrical intellectual/
must be diagnosed with retardation, even ‘god' couldn't turn you back with ‘miracles'/
prognosis states no progress, doctors throwing more white flags than soldiers feeling hysterical/
at war, that's what we in, representing u.s. while you ready to die like taliban/
got my ak-47 spraying digital bullets like RZA at this certain civilian/  
‘15' shots to the dome like candles at your last ‘birthday', manifest your demise/
administer the corpse, at the funeral, force your mother to suck your penis/
of way to say good-bye to her son, the son that lived in fantasy like a druggie overdosed/
as I smile with power, preoccupied for a moment , then caskets closed...../


Don't you know that you're the 'wackest rhymer' ever Please learn when to 'quit'/
Compare to me, you're the 'shit' that I take every morning on the 'toliet'/
Talk about my mother one more time, I'll choke you neck through my computer to yours/
Your A bitch , stinking pussy with a 2 cent tag, gorilla looking face with a weave, but claim its a perm/(lmao)
You been in the ‘aftermath studios' Oh god...another ‘mellowman'/  
People like you are so obivious, virtually do anything to get attention/
'Ad/hd', hyperactive, chill the fuck down and swallow a 'Ritalin'/
Relating yourself with ‘bin laden', yeah you live in a ‘cave' cant come out cuz you look too hedious/
So you went to see a 'plastic surgeon' to look 'gorgeous'/  
But you didn't have the million dollar in cash so gotta maintain in the hole, forever be on AWOL/ (lmao)  
damn your mind is ‘off-balance' like a ‘cee-saw'/
Reputation in the internet Mawhawhaha....life is a terrible thing to waste/
This is too comedy you Think you got respect in cyberspace/
Like peeps really care about you in WC connection??/
Bitch Please you need to see a 'shrink' and be on intensive 'counseling sessions'/  
And what the fuck did I tell you about ‘you with guns'??/(yeah right..)
You never hold or rather even seen one/
Too many of those al pacino movies got your 12 year old childish ass dreaming/
how your this gangsta bitch in the hood shooting/
Not ‘eddie griffin' but you Acting ‘foolish' with your ridiculous imagination/  
DON'T EVER lie talking about you love violence/
But when your daddy was raping you, you were in smiles with silence/
Don't front, You NEVER fought back every time your mama was beating and 'playing' you like 'violins'/
but don't worry, i'll put an end to your family affairs by puttin your worthless family all in a coffin/
You sick family dicksucking coward/
Is that why you come release your anger??/
through forums and act like you have power??/
female version of 'hellrazor', all you do is talk 'nonsense'/
with NO PROOF, another con who needs to learn a lesson/


You think "youre the man" like ‘nas', yeah..... in cyberspace/
Even a near ‘dead man' has a better ‘life' in his last seconds/
This is about your life in general, I'll ‘expose' you like ‘scandals'/
get you depressed enough to let you create your own early funeral/
It's a fact that your real life is miserable, alternative option is to live in wc connection/
yo I BEG you to stop posting your real-life pictures with ‘many points' of ‘exclaminations'/
a gorilla on crack looking motherfucker, stop harassing my eyes, my vision going from 20 to cipher/
man you so ‘easy to get off', you Had ‘multiple orgasms' after you got ‘internet-banged' in/  
knowing you soon gonnna become ‘elite', you sick fuck, ‘pray to god' to have your pussy checked from ‘STD sins'/
keep representing a clique ¾ filled with quitters, and you were the last netcee to retire/
Ya'll ran out of rhymes that you spend years writing, to prepared for your life desire/
Can you even rap on real records?? Its obivious, but just out of curiosity/
How pathetic can you seriously be? And I don't even have any anomisity/
But I'm ready to cause Catastrophes for those who blantanly disrespect me/
Stop going to ohhla.com and clicked on the rhymerator one 0/
dont front like you write your shit in two 0/(minutes)
Preach you rap lectures like if I was the rap version of martin Luther/
You more ‘ignorant' than ‘billy madison', you define the defintion of never-acheeveing failure/
arrogant in U.K. why don't you come to the states?/
So I can crush your ‘faggot' ass like the ‘fruitys' in the ‘bay', mate?/

this burrito shitter think he knows everything about the west/  
but snoop don't give a fuck about you no matter how much you dickride for regardless/  
now you depressed like a bitch when you found out the truth/ thinking about how many rappers dicks that you sucked, completely wasted your youth/
i'm about to spit shit that is 100% correct, right on the dot/  
some shit that make you settle in a hole and never to come out/
since your life never meant a dime, as if it was ever worth it/  
fuck you, even your mother's thinking she should've never had it/  
talk shit to me as if we were two reciprocals/  
when i'm one of a kind and your less than a minimal/  
you know what? i'm gonna be spitting this shit at your soon-to-come funeral/  
never could reach my level, i'm more dedicated than pablo picasso/
on the M-I-C, i'll blow any sucka emceez like clarinet/  
music appreciation   you got knowledge after a surf through the net/
even if you had home court advantage, you would get boos from your own crowd/
cuz i'll rip you off into pieces like rappers getting fucked on "Loud"/
you have less stemina than a mentally disabled/  
like your mother-on-crack, i'm too much to face and handle/  
i'm like tyson, this is automatic forfit or KO/
you front like you know hip-hop its so relevant/
but don't even know the fundamentals and important elements/  
so i'm revealing you, the long hidden tennybopper/
the type of brother who would throw blue flags for your "lover"/

min0rity:
Infinite ‘five-0', with a ‘snitch' personality that was manifested/
Even before this battle of ‘crime', you would dial ‘911' to ‘informant' so your cramped stomach digested/
Dickrider of the year, why don't you start following the formalities/
claim raps are your ‘science' but don't even know the meaning of ‘biology'/
Speak on ‘divine' subjects but you eat ‘PORK' after sucking on ‘allah's' dick/  
Let johavah be my witness to your betrays and crookedness that would make even ‘DOHMER' ‘sick'/
You living in illusions, all your bullshit philosophies are your delusion/
Think your life is ‘trapped' like ‘seclusion', but you couldn't be any more ‘freer' than ‘OJ simpson'/
So stop fronting, creating your false identity in the internet seeking for attention/
Consensus rap?   Lmao who the fuck you think you kidding?/
You need some ‘intensive shrink sessions', your ‘head gets scribbled' everyday like hand writtens/
Your rhymes should've stayed in your ‘WOMB', never to be ‘born' like ‘birth'/
My lyricism guarntee to put your current family generation in a hearse/  
You ‘judging' my rhymes  Your gay ass is worse than ‘source 5-mic fuck-ups'/
You writing a ‘book??' Yeah, its called "10 ways of living life of a fag with maintaining a dick in your gut at all times"/



My Definition of a fake rhymer, Spitting shit that is worth less than ‘zero' like ‘cipher'/
‘40 days and 40 nights' like ‘genesis' but claiming it was written in ‘2 minutes' like ‘premature penis'/
every time you ‘type', it's the same ‘thesis', I'll take that shit back ‘2000 BC' like ‘Canibus'/
your shit was made for ‘groupies' thats ‘scandalous' while I come straight with lyrics that's Vicious/
Itcy bichy ‘spider' trying to fuck with the ‘Octopus'/(8 legs, 8 arms)
Even if you were the ‘Exorcist' you couldn't ‘take out' the ‘devil' in my lyrical spirit/
I ain't no ‘generation' whom you could just pass down and ‘inherit'/
My shit is ‘illegal' in all states, like ‘heroin' forever they tried to ‘prohibit'/
But I still started from the twin city, end up killing my last ‘fake emcee' in ‘massactusette'/
That spits corny copied metaphors, ‘don't make no sense' like ‘UGLY centerfolds'/
rip you a new ‘anal' like a ‘9 inch dick' is stuck in your asshole, as the battle begins to unfold/
primo AKA ‘premier' so stick to mixing and ‘production'/
you have no ‘business' in rhyming, that's not your ‘profession'/
this poetic ‘smith ‘n Wesson', but not coming for ‘protection'/
but coming to bus caps in your dome that's filled with ‘corruption' like ‘LA police departments'/


The first round was like ‘aliayah'/
It was ‘one in a million' chance for ya'll to beat us/
But ya'll came through so I gotta give you props/
although this time, I'm like x to the z ‘focus'ed to battle these so-called ‘cream-of-the-crops'/
tom187um, you exposed your skill too early/
its preditable that you gonna come off with verses talking about ‘fucking' and celebrities/
got an mentality of a 5-year old,writing premature raps, is your ‘no life having' causalities/
so you gotta live in your basement, getting child abused is your reality/
pathetic, 35-year old man still searching for his true identity/
I'll make you focus 100% on living your life in the ‘anything goes board' seeking for ‘cyber sex' and ‘ympathy'
undergo counseling about how I took your man-hood and beat you so horribly/
suicidal like a druggie/
but don't worry, ‘nobody gives a fuck' in this harsh, cold-blooded society/  
Kane, never even heard of him at first/
god was on your side when you beat us but ‘grim reaper' got you now, this verse will put you automatically in a ‘hearse'/
A newcomer dead, and the outcome is me winning this rap election/
All votes favoring crew during submission/
Cuz our lyrical ‘destruction' is more chaotic than osama bin laden's operation/
And the thing is, I rhyme just for the fuck of it, I don't take this seriously like if this was my occupation/
But steadily, we ‘cutting and slashing' you up like a ugly bitch going to her ‘plastic surgeon'/
Skillztic, I'm seeking for vengence/
My tuffest rival perhaps, in this ‘battle' of the century like ‘armageddon'/
Its like every single time we met, you were in a ‘casino'/
You got ‘lucky' but now you slipped and crapped out like ‘de niro'/
My hunger-filled retaliation, and the result will be you calling me your ‘role model'/
Part III, and no more sequels/
Now I'm about to pass the mic to my man I-bo.........../
Cuz I know, he will rip you a new ass-hole...../



Blade the rookie of the year/
But now you facing the MVP, from the western hemisphere/
How you gonna manage to beat me when You need too much reliance, can NEVER hold your own/
like a "lost" puppy, you depend on the "raised" and "grown"/
I'm playing you like "flute", since your easily ‘blown'/
Minority a.k.a. the lyrical general, that you wish to ‘salute'/
but i rather listen to a interlude, than amateurs, cuz like ‘glass', you see-throughs/  
youre like an ‘informant'/
its so relevant, that your just ‘snitching' to learn the rapping elements/  
think you clever with your weak punchlines that you deliever/
but you can't beat this ‘headache' causing flow of mine, even if youre ‘Advil', the #1 pain reliever/
think you got game after a surf through the net/
but i blow away fake wannabes like you with a clarinet/
while I'm freestyling in your block/
top-notch, disgracing you, using my microphone as my ‘glock'/
"Loading......." like sony playstation, but not ‘CD's, it's my lyrical ammunitions/
betta know that this is only the first phase from this so-called confrontation/  
leading into simple me "mike tyson" KO'ing your "pussy" crew, altercation/
so don't even think about stepping into my land/
My shit is so raw, even the deaf kid could listen and understands/
You think I'm finished but I'm just getting started with the ‘glock' in my hand..../
Infinite, fake ass nastradamus that calls himself the prophet/
I'll "blast" your 5' 9'' frame to the sky, like a spaceship rocket/
Trying to start shit/
By Labeling me "former member of the rolling 20's crips"/
Yo go to "NA" meetings so you can get off your hallucinating "trip"/
And you had the nerve to call primo the legend/
You really fucked up now, that "opinion" is out of context in any ruff rhymers rating discretion/
stop talking shit when you show no demonstration/  
rather love to conversate/
And I'm about to set the record straight/
Didn't you know? They call me the lyrical great/
That destroys fakers who only "rhyme" after ‘political figure names' and talk about religion fates/
Mannn......If your shit is imperfect, and if you can't come correct/
Either "retire" like doggystylin or face my first-degree/
And I ain't talking about burglaries, I'm talking about maliciously attacking your wack lyrical abilities and non-versalities/
For thinking that you on my level/
when i'm capable of being the real "LEGEND" , fuck primo/
your shit is soon to be dead too, so prepare for the funerals/
trying to fuck with me, the rap version Pablo Picasso/
you so weak, even if you were poor, performing to raise money around the corner, nobody would throw doughs/
cuz your style homo, like the san friscos/
Is that why on the M-I-C, after my freestyle, you wish to rewind my flow like a cassette deck/
so you can copy my shit, cuz my flow is destine to be history in the making ‘retrospect'/
if we were in court, the jury wouldn't even think twice about a reasonable doubt/
your verdict is guilty for ‘prostitution' cuz you ‘copping out'/
that's why you can never go first/
cuz you gotta spend 12 hours making a 3 minute verse/


i murder skillaztik at the speed of light/
like x to tha z, i ain't dying without a fight/
who this fake gangsta trying to battle with/
does this nigga know that i'm kingpin on the m-i-c/
lyrically, i'll brake you down like Mariah Carey emotionally/
destroy you physically even mentally/
just to give you a clear message not to EVER RHYME/
like dj quik time iz money so stop wasting my time/
on the grind i'll reduce you from anrelextic(?) to powder/
in religion terms youre my follower and i'm your higher power/
youre like a roadkill to me so i ran you over with an eddie bauer/
you fucking coward/
no wonder when you "thought" you saw me you quickly dippin forward/
the biggest bitch so like tha porn star "dina" go swallow stickly ickys/
but no ones paying tha 2 dollar since you ugly as fuck look like looney toonies/
i'm the pimp and you my money making prostitute/
so shut your ass up and do your job before i put you in a institute/

M Dogg™:

--- Quote ---yo FUCK THIS SHIT...i'm nominating my own self hahaha
--- End quote ---


Fine... bez did too... if it's up there people will vote and we'll see. Just keep iot down to 5 rhymes please... don't want to many rhymes up. Now just waiting for everyone to put there's up.

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