Yo I'm Callin you out Maxi Pads!

[So Much Style]

yo, maxi pads, what the fuck you bleed?/
my lyrics suceed, and achieve/
and you probably wont reply, i believe/
and if u do itll be trash/
like your always ultra packs maxi pads/
what the fuck/
im laughin at your SN/
so imma give u a lesson/messin/
real mc u be testin/im reppin sms-and/
can a 14 year old lyrically smoke you ass-heres the answer/
i'm killin you like cancer/
cause your lyrics are fuckin wack on the alerg post/
yeah i chose to boast/cause i can take you, u and i know/
im doin fine yo, like a rhino/
im crushin everyone WHAT WHAT/
maxi wanna battle im fuck u up/
like a amageddin astroid when i bust/
lyrical num chucks bringing heat like kurupt/
and yeah this wasnt even one of my better rhymes/
but god damnit, its gonna fuck yours up every line, watch it shine, maxi ya going blind,    IM OUT

[maxi-padz]

ya traden bitch/
im about to remix ya dome/
run gangsta on ya baby mumz wit chrome/
and smack ya kidz inside they home/
blast u to peices/
witness telekenises/
ya bitch ass/
ima whoop down on yo ass so bad ima distort yo face like poison gas/
seeping through ur blood stream/
causing disease to spread/
sms u might as well be dead/
callen me out/
like u think its a bout/
lil boy i dont think u know/
ima have to disect ur head wit a crossbow/
slice up yo whole body yo/
im a serial killer/
my untouchable reign wit my nigga nilla/
ur lyrics reek/
u aint uneek/
ur weak/
i wont reply u believe/
soon u will greive/
a death of a family member/
there bodys i dismember/
rippin off ur arms/
now wha da fukk u gon do when we call to arms/

[So Much Style]

i dont need fire arms to do harm/
i turn on your fire alarm/
u said n*gga, but i always pictured u a whiteboy from a farm/
and when u battle me u aint even a finalist/
use the FINAL bitch in this game of hit and grips/
cause u either hit or miss/
your lyrics neverr astounding/
replying im rebounding/
and pounding your lyrical drownding/
in the bottom of teh pond/
memories fond/
of the bleeding EMCEE/
mess with me, you gettign lyrically beat/
and no im not a gangster rapper, or a G/
just some one who shows you how its got to be/
thru my metaphors and similes, i show no grieve/
and yeah your right i believed my beliefs/
your reply was gayer than engies and jay ay bee under the sheets/
so fuck off, this is my lyrical masterpeace/
you get diseased/
my popularity increased so dont mess with me/
and im about done, how about you/
BIOTCH, your getting beat in round 2, its true....

pEaCe

[maxi-padz]

i aint even thrown a punch/
but when i throw them thangs u will hear da crunch/
u aint even in the fight/
i neva thought yo baby rhymes was tyte/
try to sound sophisticated/
ur shit is out dated/
why lie about beatin me/
ur hands cant touch what ur hands cant see/
ive knocked out more ppl than ali/
but thats in da ring/
out on tha streetz its a different thing/
fucken up niggaz like u wit ur fake bling bling/
take a swing/
u try to have a dip/
but back off when i pull out the 16 shot clip/
id rip u in half wit dis gun fire/
maken u retire/
piss all over ur worthless corpse/
show no remorse fo ur enemy/
unless dey buy u da green remedy/ weed therapy/
somethin u cant even afford/
prostitutin ur own mumz to pay ya board/
the bitch cried coz i didn pay her/
ur rhymes gettin gayer/
so ima get a razor/
spill ur blood on my blazer/
snap ur legs/
leaving u on sticks/
maken it difficult for u to suck dicks/
i aint gonna hit u wit a rhyme but wit a kick/
u aint shit/

peace
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[Jay ay Beeee (Guest)]

u said n*gga, but i always pictured u a whiteboy from a farm/

I'm feeling that line! That is maad tight!

your reply was gayer than engies and jay ay bee

Not sure bout dat tho! LOL
Safe

[maxi-padz]

jay ay bee did u like that quote/
murder she wrote/
n murder is tha case/
so ima kick u in da knee n smash ur face/
my style is superb/
look at me the wrong way an dill put u to da kerb/
now ima emty a magazine/
shooting everone in between/
my blood runs cold/
my soul had jsut been sold/
u cant kill me/
im already dead/
but u can feel my cold hands around ur neck/
and the force of my tek/
some call it brutality/
i call it a masterpeice/
ur life seize to exist/
now maxi paddy is pissed, WuT

[ITW [the irish boy]]

sms
u betta take da means test
claimin u no g, damn right
yo more middle class than all the rest
puff out ur chest weak like a chickens nest
ud sit by and watch as we have a killing fest
u couldnt take part cooz shit ur not the best
u dont rep the west
u waste ur time strappin on dat vest
no-one would even try, coz your just a pest
coz at your best your like my worst
and at my worst i could fit u in a herce
i could teach you in one line how best to curse
or i could fix u up with a hoe, her name is naughty nurse
oh i forgot, at 14 its probably ur first
she'd burst u so bad u'd think her name was maxi pad
mad coz it wuz ur first and last fuck in all one try
close ur eyes sms and wave bye bye


hahahahaha... i know my nigga pads dont need no help wipin the floor wit u but u wuz gettin too cocky..
Peace

[DreSnoop00 (Guest)]

i'm gonna let these rhymes out, i'ma let em spill
just like a tall glass of hennessey, make it fill/
when it comes to this message board/
maxipadz got tha skillz/
i'm a murderer, just.. how many kills?/
dont fuck wit me, i'ma bring u tha chills/
my name is dresnoop i don't go out for nothin/
my freestyle ain't that good, maybe a lil somethin/
thas cuz i dont do this everyday/
oh shit... its tha month june, not may/
these rhymes aren't hard, so they just like clay/
i dont really battle so check it out ya see/
dresnoop-zero-zero, my real name is erick b/
i ain't playin thas how it is ya G/
so i'm gonna see how long i can go definitley/
girls say im a nice guy and thas generously/
this verse is over by dresnoop and thas me/

yeah that was kinda wack, im not a freestyle, keystyle person, so dont mind if it sux

[So Much Style]

Man this bleading geek needs help from 2 Fake ass mcs/
Dresnoop and the irish thug wanna b/
shit, you all are getting dimolished/
All you got small dicks, all you get polished/
And oblished, when you try to step to this shit/
My lyrical front flips creating mass mis shifts/
And like slide you know i never slip/
I got a gift, so imma lift, no poppin off on the lip/
i gotta go, cause theres a fire coming over the ridge/
No time to rap  its killing you like that kid on Mr Big so im out



i dont got time to Embarrass yall right now......Big ass fire coming over the hill

[ITW [the irish boy]]

Would tha defendant please state his name
Stand accused of incurrsion of a temperal time frame
Whats that?
bringing rhymes from the past and tryin ta make them last
strange how a wack rapper can blast dope rhymes
that i thought wer cast in stone
obviously not if sms can recycle them into a microphone
but no recycling material can be equally flown
equally sewn
coz sms rhymin sound like hes takin that bone
up u know where
hes smilin like an angel so i guess he dont care
slide outta this verse without usin a curse
hay sms how'd you enjoy ms naughty nurse?




Damn right padz got tha skillz
not like that thang sms with his frills
and his sleeping pills
thinkin he's hard, climbin up hills
im climbin mountains sippin tequila
chillin by fountains just countin
till we get to round twelve
were i delve in with the ko punch
a permanent crunch in your lunch
bite into that iron sandwich and here that crunch
u got no friends now u fuck with this bunch
irish thug jay ay bee maxi pad & sons

[maxi-padz]

i dont need no hand wit u/
im reppen so hard im tearing ur muscle tissue/
god bless u/
ur a standing duck/
now here comes a buck/
caus maxi knows how to fuck/
jus ask yo girl/
i was doing her doggy holdin onto her merl/
when i see u ima bust of a round/
caps emitt, ill never stop,im to fit/
now listen to dis shit/
as i start to blow up/
fuck wif dis unstoppable force u get shotup/
i didn ask for help/
they just listened to ur bitchin/
n found out how much of a lil stuck up hoe u r/
dont u realise/
this is ur stylen demise/
i love da sound of ur cries/
makes me feel superior/
ur rhymes are inferior/
ima wipe ur blood n decorate ur interior/
might as well call me a decorater/
sms iz a playa hater/
i dont need help to tackle, weak emcee/
this is the end of the battle, weak emcee/
its time u hear my guns ring, bling bling/
weak emcee/
how dare u call my name/
listen to me az i proclaim/
da whole game/
it belongs in my palms/
aint no one gonna take it away/
so step back or ill blow u away/

[So Much Style]

Lets put this to a end, i could battle you and all 20 of your other friends that u needed help to even get close to me.....another VICTORY for MIzeeee....if u dont agree have the general forum come up in here and vote

[maxi-padz]

im my eyes iz even
we both got diff styles so u cant tell
n 1 thing
i told itw to not get into it
n i dun even know who dresnoop iz
yea lez have a vote
peace nig
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[Sikotic™]

Sup Maxi and ITW. Damn y'all have come up in your skill. I stopped key stylin but this summer I'mma start again.

Peace to both of y'all. Much love.

[maxi-padz]

ay yo sup nig?
i was bout ta holla at u
i aint forgetten u fa realz
looken forward to stylen wit u gain soon nig
igth
im out
peace
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