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maximus:
u bout the fake crap, quotin each others jokes, ain't gonna take that...
for fucks sake max, to see harder riding id have to go to the race track...
logging on all night u stay wack, ya'll not funny just some gay cats...
never display facts, typin that street shit but u never spray gats...
i must say that, from the get go, ur all some nerds u need to let go...
u never heard a tech go, only block u been on was stackin lego...
i'll mash ur head yo, u playin the losers game ill fkn bruise ur frame...
All these dudes the same, living there lives behind a username...
smoked take a toke, while u search for a pic to aid ya jokes...
stick a blade to throats, i hope u get fkn aids you hoe...
u dont play with chrome, u just log on n stay at home...
ur just some wack whores, bitches couldn even hit a back board...
real life u be gettin slapped more, cos u grew up on a fkn rap board...
my rhymes is mean, u put on fake persona's tryin to hide ya dreams...
ya tried to scream, but your just a fkn middle class loser behind the screen...
 

'Illicit':
lol, im with you, good shit man!

refrain from challengin' me if you can't handle defeat/
cuz i left more kids cryin than catholic priests/
don't care about hands or feet, or the language we speak/
gimme an hour and we can battle in latin or greek/
i'm breakin new ground like the spanish at sea/
and shake this whole board up within a matter of weeks/
however you wanna do it, it don't matter to me/
i'll battle A.G whether or not he's battlin me/
homie start the beat, take a breath then start to speak/
dude's lookin all tough but their hearts are weak/
ima start some beef, with this whole flock of dweeps/
and waste this whole board til its stock depletes/
i got more than hate, flowin through my pores and veins/
when it comes to dealin with these fuckin whores 'n lames/
im pourin' flames, til i can afford to waste/
more money than ever stored by Morgan Chase/

i could go on, but i dont see the point  8)

bez:
People don't wan it with me, I'm serious, really,
I'll hit you with the one two leave you blind with one tooth,
Truth, I'm above you, angel with an AK,
Mr.Mister, broken wings how you guna fly away?
Spray in all directions, never learn your lessons,
Biblical rappin every bar is a blessin,
Confessions of a rap star never claimed a gangstar,
Just a man doing what it takes to get a dope car,
But so far, I'm tryin, ridin on souls,
Cos my feet gotta take me everywhere I roll,
Its all about control, then I'll bust on the scene,
An blow em all out like weed leave em envy with green,
You sit behind screens, but a screen's my life,
Not a screen to type, but a type of screen of life,
I could scream all night, if I go into details,
Suck the o2 from the sphere, monsoon when I exhail,
All hail the master, commander of the new move,
New shoes, untied, trippin, like mushrooms,
I bust wombs, daily, crazy if you think not,
I'll take you to my roots like upscalin a plant pot,
You plant pots!

'Illicit':
 8) seems to me like some kids in here will now turn silent after all of this

the ghost:
Hos please...


So now theres three bitches a Menage a Trois
Standing up for snitches better massage ya jaw
And open up them preety mouths wide
Cause the ghost is about to blast a load inside
A bitch does need a crew to back him up
Got three little hos, this cracks me up
Maximus you forgot the gluetus your styles ass
Run up to a man get your jaw cracked like glass
When grown folks are talking keep your fingers silent
Trying to roast the ghost things might get violent
And finite you got time to try and type greasy
How bout you send your kid some cash naw that'd be to easy
Got to burn your child support to take a boat across the moat
Show up in Africa and pour out some of your white guilt
Acts black but your ancestors wore a kilt
Trying to embrace the culture like a vulture
You ain't black, it's bout time someone tolt'ya
Illict the weakest of the whole crew
Even Bez can battle a lot better than you
Guess even hos gotta have a second string
You off the bench for the snitch supporting team
Try and stay out of a grown folks discussion
Before I use my balls on your chin for precussion
I'll have you humming the theme to shaft
Your bars were comedy I admit I laughed
But ultimately you realize that you are backing up a mark
Who ran to Jome like you when it gets dark
And the streets lights go out and your momma she hollers
You ain;'t even old enough for me to tell you how she earns dollars
And now for that chap that calls himself Bez
Had to hop on with three other bitches to try and make an impact
Face facts your shits wack I aint never seen you spit fat
You think because three douches get noisy
That you can stop touching kids to try and annoy me
Upset cause you are getting punked at work by a skirt
Asking advice in the g spot now that had to hurt
Want a pointer man up and go on your own
No need to group up to try and dethrone
Cause at the end of all this you bitches know the deal
You are all fighting for a bitch to squeel

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