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Black Excellence:
u don't stand a chance.  8)

Sccit:
you all need to stop rhymin


















LOL J/K

Chamillitary Click:
I posted a few raps, now all these niggas are "artists".
Come through and get smacked, Queens New York does it the hardest.
Record the response back, make a track, show us how that flow garbage.
That's if you even got a Mac, nigga shops at Target.
Don't get me started on this harmless,  little nigga that's bothered,
Startin problems because he wasn't properly fathered.
Mad at me for that day in their apartment,
When he walked away from a kid that he never wanted.
 This little niggas an orphan.
Ease off on the response, that shit gon sound forced, kid.
Up until four in the mornin', with four more broken keyboards on the floor, shit.
This little niggas exhausted.
Come through, catch bullets from the 9, like you Miles Austin.
Psh, this shit is over please.
But then head overseas to see Mr. Bean.
Smack that bloke bitch in his ovaries.
Drag that bitch to the palace, make him watch me choke the Queen.
Niggas gotta be more focused on them fish n chips,
Cuz half this niggas bars ain't dissin shit.
I don't got time for your thirsty tricks,
Go make something of your life bitch, you're thirty-six.
We all know you're mad that after Madsen,
There was no reaction.
Other than that they were mad it had to be him,
On some Nate Dogg/Daz shit.
Tryin' too hard to fit in,
On some anal fag shit.
AND NOW IM ASKIN...
If you're gonna battle me,
Please maintain some sense of reality.

Hack Wilson - real:
THIS IS DJ EAAAAAZYDICK

RIGHT NOW IT'S THE SMACK-OFF HOUR HERE ON DUBCC-BALLZ

Black Excellence:

cham stop it wit the tough shit we all know u ain't about that life
them queens streets u boast and brag about before u even walk them you'll think twice.
them niggas will beat u like a slave in ya own town
even they know u a b rad wannabe wigger tryin' to be down.
nikcc plugged his group on this shit all of a sudden you rap now hop off that man shit
u can't dis me i was rhymin' before u came out ya pops dick.
i told u about that n word that shit will get u beat like a piņata in ya own crib
u mother won't don't shit but watch and then she'll end up suckin' multiple dicks.
who the fuck ghostwrote for u cause that shit i heard u kick was garbage
offbeat like a muthafucka and soundin' like u retarded.
what i spit is facts u spit shit niggas in a nursing home would cheer
it wouldn't make a difference anyway some of them is deaf and can't hear.
i could send u a flick of me and get ya mother pussy wet
wit dick so good i'm a nigga she'll never forget.
u shop at target that shirt in that old flick of yours ain't even have a logo
just stripes wit ya tongue stickin' out lookin' real homo.
eat a dick fuck boy i'll smack u into the middle of next month
u was never tough u just on the computer puttin' on a front.
u harmless i'll smack your mom and u won't do shit
even your pops a fag he's why i'd call u a son of a bitch.

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