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Me and Irish thug wannabe ONLY

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So Much Style:
Yo are you sum kind of drunk leprecon/
well if so your bitch ass is getting stepped on/
saying i dont have skill, sayin im not real/
Well your a wanna b, your getting lyrically killed/
and assualted/Im jackin your wallet, FAG, not wanna b thats what im gonna call it/
Your always stickin up for your Homies and thats alright/
But stay out of ME, vs jay ay bee, Me and i bo and anyone else imma fight/
I come tight, The rest of u are wack, well the majority/
Lets handle this cooridinaly/
and you bown down to my feet/
CAuse you shouldnt even reply, its already defeat/
U know what, ITW get out of my thread, please leave/
your not worthy of my presence/
I know you want revengence/
Bitch come back when you use the right letters/
cuz wuz and tha and skil arent wurds/
spel rite u fukin' compputter nerd//
but back to the subject/
IRW u best show SMS some respect/
you wack FUCk/
What imm cuttin u up, and fuckicn you up/
Every line every rhyme every rhymth i drop/
My shit never flops, MAkes your heart stop/
U know u get your ass beat by a 14 year old cause my lyrics are hot/
And if u gotta bring any of your homies to finish this battle/
imma grab you, stab u, and rip out your adams apple im out

ITW [the irish boy]:
haha, i dont need no homies to finish tha battle
my horse is so wild u'll get bucked up off that saddle
why u rantin about me getting off this thread?
u got something against beer u raised on milk and bread?
you'r so hard i fear all that shit u said
u so hard i fear sms will leave me dead
haha yeah text messaging fucking me up in my head

sms the fuckin text co-ord-inator
"please fix ur words, cuz imma wannabe a.c slator"
i'd fuck ur sis but ill wait till later
why, coz u'll be in bed and wont be able ta save her
like u could, yeah sms, you're this rapboards savior
we bow down, kiss your feet
adorn your behavior
yeah, ur real wild, outta control
u say "fuck u mom im drinking my milk outta this bowl
imma homophobic cuz daddy feels my asshole"
u claim u could take us all on your own?
why coz ur only friends r on a sex line phone
press 1 to learn how to give doggie a bone
u dad fucked u so hard u had to get re-sown
haha you're about as daunting as that bitch nigga ian woan

i dunno if we should even take this shit further, coz its lyrical murder. balls in your court sms. hit or lose by default

ITW

Now_Im_Not_Banned:
I say narrator one and Irish Thug has little or no skill (No offence)...

ITW [the irish boy]:
Didn't you read the sign on the door bitch? No-one cept me and sms, and another thing NIK, u got ur head so far up his asshole your two heads are merging into one. I say you rap for yourself and not looking up to a queer peer about half your age..;unless u too are too young to fuck...

So Much Style:
ITW, i dont have beef with you or nothin, this is strictly battle, and i am not like canibus mixed with einstien in my rhymes or nothin, but it seems you use any word u can find to rhyme and it shows no skill, come on man

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