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CALLIN OUT ANYONE WHO WANT TO SPARK SOMETHING

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authentic:
im callin out the hard suckas, the broad nuccas,
the 10 year old internet ass 'tard fuckas
i dont care, its the same whether its the bay area or Norway
real dudes spit real shit, just like mexicans are named Jorge
Get real, cause your rap aint picking up credits but sex appeal
ended one mans career, not afraid to let you have Chex for meals
They want to see the real elite, the ones that rhyme and rip on flesh
I want the hard rhymers, not the ones that whip John Tesh
All you keystylers are light minded and weak, you're all kinda like pop on weed
I'll shoot you straigh in the chest, and you can cover it like you gonna stop on bleed
Wanna take it outside and away from the computer you can come and bring your clappers
I'll bring the eses, bloods, crips and homies, but it's okay you can still bring your crackers
Im moving into new houses, while you the one moving out
Now you talking outta your ass like you dont need your mouth
I dont need bullets to put holes in you and plan you a funeral service
I'll exit these rhymes outta my body, like im appling a urinal service
I Walk through the front door, while you sneaking through the back
I walk with a purpose, you walk like you sneaking through with smack
It's me behind the wheel, my boy in shotgun and you in the trunk
Dont worry i'll make you pussys bleed like its that time of the month
Like G-unit i'll teach you how to stunt without the rims, cars and chains
They like me cause i got the whole package, tims, stars, and brains
You wanna spark somethin, lets go, i'll take anyone even if you from a castle in holland
I used to have no skills, but now i got some so im nicknamed the rascal thats fallen
Declined in time but increased in punchlines
Took your rep as a rapper and ate like lunchtime
Some of you underestimate authentic, the youngest and freshest who does what he do
Any beef you want, i give it you
chicken steak or pork i'll cook you and diminish your career
Like the last dude i battled, i'll finish you queer
 

da_notorious_mack:
bitches wanna spark shit,i spark clips..
reload the cartridge an part wigs...
the young heartless varmit..
that ya dont wanna start with...
pumpin holes in a target..
leave em tarnished,maimed,harmless...
see wat i do to vain artists..
u the same,different name,same garbage...
an i keep poppin til ya entire frame is broken..
this is not a game for joking..
dun my rhymes bomb like Mcveigh explosions...
this caucasion show man,got rhymes for days...
no poledancing but i grind for pay..
when my vinyl plays its ya final day..
leave the site an sign away...
beat me?...
even if i gave u a map..you couldnt find a way..
my rhymes hit ya ears like the bang from the luger..
an my punches hurt more than handjobs from Kruger..

oglocdogg:
i just came here to say yo fuck all the hater's neva seen a pussy u a pussy cheif mastabata
blert like blair you a labour debata take ya head of da pillow so i can suffocate ya
will young imitata "betta leave right now"
before i put my fist through your fuccin eyebrow
downtown is were i be if u wanna see me come to my home fool ill give u da key as if i was cassidy
so if ya wanna come to my hometown fool ya better bring your whole crew
cus see my niggas got dem big guns,  dat be blowin holes right through you
 ayo i might be singin a hit but that dont mean shit i aint no pop nigga
 dont pop no cris jus these cans a carlin cus your missus a darlin
slap ya pitbull when it snarlin barkin,
beatz iz bangin coke we slinging weed we smokin cops we merkin
dicks is blertin you iz hurtin steal yo tracksuit and that shit im wearin rhymes im hearin
got me staring bangs at the door through the curtain im pearin faggots im scarin
wiv deez AK rhymes so hot dat dey blind got your ass lukkin for sum shit u cant find
so stopping tryna make money off da nextmans grind u need ghostwriter just fo half a rhyme
u a beef insita fuccin parasita get out da rap game before my man snipe ya
 

authentic:
pop that cannon like cassidy behind the mic doing his thing in the raw form
for you fat fatties, hold your titties in, i'll reveal you by getting your bra torn
no way im gonna get beaten on my own ish by loc or mack
i keep it consistent thas why the rhymes is soaked on the track
soaked in my music to a point where the water weighs you down
so take the jewels outta the case and let the king put on his crown
promotion of 6 rhymes this guy has to crazy to do this 6 times
to prove one by one that this rap aint, absolutely not, is not bland like bread
try to beat me on my ish, if you do, you got my permission to ban this thread
im not a big fan of running around here talking like im the best, like im show boatin
but best keep my name outta yo' mouth unless you trying to do some promotin

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
If loc n mack couldn't handle you, I'd do it for them
Keep in my mind, I'm only spittin out of boredom
My heart ain't really into this....
It's a spur of a moment thang like quik n ludacris
Z-man's a G man, got lines like a 40 story parking lot
You don't say you're the best cuzz you're simply not
Your flows is non-sense, you ain't no king and there is no crown
If there was, it'd be on my head you 4 foot lil ho ass clown
I decline to define why your ass needs to resign
2 words: you suck, fuc fallin bac nigga, juss fall behind
Forget it lil homie, It ain't in you.... you can't learn how to rap
Just post up your pics and show these cats what I been laughin at

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