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Yo I'm Callin you out Maxi Pads!

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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

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