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Sikotic™:
Sup ITW.
--- Quote ---like the ten commandments my rhymes are written in stone/
--- End quote ---
That one bar blew me away. Hambone's shit is sizzlin is sizzlin. So are the rest its just that that bar got my attention.

ITW [the irish boy]:
DA-DA DA-DA DA
DA ASSAIN IS OLE BDOGG G
DA-DA DA-DA WOW
IT'S THE IRISH THUG WANNABE
PUFFIN BLUNTS FROM THE C-C-C
SMOKE SIGNALS SO HIGH
THEY'RE SEEN FROM THE C-P-T
EVER WONDER WHY ALL THESE PLACES
END WITH DA SYLLABLE "E"
MY DICKS SO BIG IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO SEE
YOU LOOK LEFT AND RIGHT
UP AND DOWN
LOOK HIGH ENOUGH AND YOU'LL SEE THE CROWN
AND YOUR WIFEY'LL BE WEARIN A FROWN
"IT'S TIME TO SHOP ON THE TOWN"
"FO' WHAT" YOU ASK/ YOUR A GANGSTA ASS NIGGA
"VIAGRA MIGHT WORK/ SHIT DONT YOUR DICK GET ANY BIGGA?"
YOU AINT NO PLAYA JUST COZ UR A NIGGA
YOUR NINE'S BOUT TWO TIMES UR SIZE
NOW U GO FIGGA
GO AHEAD/ RUN AND GRAB THE GLOCK
WITH YO FINGA ON THA TRIGGER
SORRY G/ BUT THAT WONT MAKE YOUR DICK GET BIGGER
BDOGG SUP NIGGA
YOU GOT A WHOLE LOTTA HEART
IN YOUR PRESENSE SOME NIGGAS ARE AFRAID TO FART
WHY?
I DUNNO THEY SPREAD THERE LEGS APART
I CANT FINISH THIS JOINT
JUST CONTINUE FROM THIS PART

So Much Style:
i'll rip any of you rapping puppets/
on strings tied down/
working for bread and muffins/
and i dont know if it was or wasnt/
but ya buggin/
faggots married with husbandss/
you get bitch slapped/
and capped/
for being a fag fucked in the ass/
and cant no one battle rap/
bitch you get slapped/
till you colapse/
fags with your lips chapped/
so fuck the massive mass/
of you fag wannabes/
all yall battlers cant see me/
like an invisible ghost/
i chose to boast/
and let yall know/
that i am superior/
and yeah im hearin ya/
your rhymes are so wack they dont get past my ear drums/
i make your fingers go numb/
when you battle me/
my crew starts surrounding/
like a blood, im hounding/
you beating me battling is like a fish drounding!/

biiotchhh

Now_Im_Not_Banned:
Da da da da da..I've heard enough shit/
Da da da da da..So now let me spit/
and split/
your head open/
like an orange/
Cuz when this kid rhyme's, he never comes off borin/
Like Bizarre, I'm Bizzare/
I'll run you over with a car/
You ask why we afraid to fart?/
It makes tha room stink like shit/
like ya rhyme's, Fake Muthafonkers make me sick/
Rhymin Nigga, Bigga, Trigga about 20 times/
Tryna rhyme words likesize and nine/
kid that don't rhyme/
Now no offence to you/
But you got done by a Jew/
And who knwos what I'll say by the time I'm through/
With these bars/
U can't play ya cards/
Cuz I'm so spactacula'/
Now I'm done, so I'ma throw it back to ya/
What you got up yo sleave?/
Make it better than the last one, Please!/

ITW [the irish boy]:
LIL N-I-K
WHAT AGE R U SON
13 LIL NIGGA/ U SHOULD BE AFRAID TO RUN
OR WALK OR TALK
ID CHOP U UP IN A SANDWICH BUN
FEED IT TO MY DOG
AFTER HEATIN IT UP IN THE SUN
FO A BIT OF FUN

AT THE START NOW I KNOW
I THOUGHT U WERE AIIGHT TO FLOW
BUT NOW ALL I KNOW
IS YOUR MORE A BITCH THAN A HOE
U OVERSHADOWED BY THA VOICE OF A CROW

WHEN U LOOK AT US WHAT DO U SEE? MEN
WHAT DO WE DO/WE PRODUCE SEMEN
WE DO IT FOR REAL/ AS YOU GET WET WHEN UR DREAMIN
COME BAC IN FIVE YEARS AFTER
U GET OVER SHE-MEN
IMMA GO I HAD AN IDEA BUT IT WENT WHEN
NIK CLAIMED TO BE BIG BEN
"RULIN THIS WORLD WITH MY LYRICAL PEN"
SHIT IF U WERE A CHICKEN
U WOULN'T EVEN BE A COCK
MORE LIKE A HE-HEN

I DON'T KNOW WHY I BOTHERED

YO HAMBONE, THAT'S SOME GOOD SHIT

PEACE

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