West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: TheSheriff on June 24, 2001, 11:33:21 AM
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Yo, I'll spit a short verse, I don't like battling, and I'm shit at it, but I'll accept anyway...
You called me out cause I spoke the truth,
Cause Bdogg pulled out your molar tooth,
You said bring it on, so here I am,
To the slaughter, like a little lamb,
My rhymes ain't better than yours,
No, that's a lie, of course,
But I'm here because you called,
Swinging out my broken sword...
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You call me out with 8 lines?/The shit you spit, is shit I aint buyin/I aint lyin/ya shits whack, and mine is fryin/My lyrics are burnin hot/I can assure that yours are not/Cuz you aint got no plot/Guess what you just caught?/I call it rhyme fever/Catch these rhymes like a wide reciver/Are you still a non-beliver?/Or are you shaking yet? like a beeper/Cuz my rhymes cause arthrithes/How you gunna fight this?/I'm imposible to defeate/So get out my face and go to sleep/
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Like I said, I know I'm shit...Oh well, seems some people can't understand...
You rhyme me back, saying I'm shit?
You're so arrogant, go on and git,
It might be true, but you ain't realizin,
That the truth is, your fear lies in,
The fact that you know you got beat by Bdogg,
By M Dogg, shit, you could get beaten by a rotten log,
So, before you shoot me back,
Remember, before assuming you all that,
That, though you can beat me,
I was willing to step to you, you see?
It ain't a question of skill, but of meaning,
And your shit ain't worth to nothin to lean on,
So, I gotta go watch Southpark, more important than your ass,
Mad cause you came last,
Shit, man, your die is cast...
So, go climb the mast, meet your sailor friend,
Go out and bend...
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LoL, this was some funny shit, me being wack, NIK not responding...:)
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your shit aint wack/
no response cuz niks cleanin his ass crack/
somthing sticking wet and creamy inside/
hearing his lil bro screaming fuck me you ride/
time to abide by the rules i set/
step to me, your gonna lose your bet/
its time you met your waterloo/
riddling you with bullets screaming fuck you too/
take you to school, but u flunk first grade/
take you to court,convicted of being bitch made/
stop wading in the pool thinking your brave/
enter the deep end and you wont make a wave/
retire to your cave, eat meat off the bone/
the bone of sms, coz you're homosexully prone/
There we go. My rhyme for the day. Feedback peeps. And not the kind where maxi is praising and nik and sms diss. Fair feedback, i dont care what you say.
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6.
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ima tell u da truth
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haha
naw it was bout a 6 or 7
peace
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