West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: -1 on February 25, 2001, 07:14:39 AM
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step up, we will battle....i wanna see who we can get....reply if ya want some
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You probably gonna kick my ass but lets battle man. you start off
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ill battle any one
just give me ur word that its a legit freestlye
it is you own material
an u aint got no help an shit
peace
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I'll get back to ya...kinda busy..tonight ill hit this up
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dont care much for battle,,,,but 'word' my shit is all original,,,,everything on here is freestyle ,,,,well keystyle,,,I cant freestyle but I can keystyle..when I freestyle im usually really drunk,,you would think I was the ol dirty bastard.
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i'll battle you right now/ i spit shit so serious yall go wow/ my rhymes are in ya head now/ dont get nervous/ cause you'll be at my service/ my rhymes glide on the surface/ like ice/ i like to entice/ my oppenent/ then i destroy all components/ and disown it/ and my dick/ you've blown it
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when you battle me your looking for trouble/
short like barney rubble/
ugly like a michael jackson stunt double/
so hubble hobble/
im about to wobble my shit off the nozzle/
cause i got you feelin nauticous/
watch the sign bitch its a hot faucet/
spilling my rhymes and dropping your non sence/
i battle you and scream out who want this/
i battle bdogg and rc/
the philosiphy is a g cant even battle me/
then i head to i drop rhymes/
yaeh right/
the only droppin is the wack shit that be floppin/
NArrator not stoppin/
battle you mc's in spring summer or autumn/
top mc list you names on the bottom/
this ice and jewles you flaunt um
but watch out cause your being jacked/
throw you ice in my backpack/
hit you over the head with my strap/
and split ya bitches gap
DAMN FUCK THIS
i cant rap today...........
FUCK FUICK FUICK
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Oh shit/
Bdogg has just stepped up/
I'm the crazy muthafucka that'll run ya amok/
Runnin through a alley with a dead end/
Now your stuck/
Guts splattered all over the place cause I ran him over with my truck/
And yeah I'm talkin to you John Smith/
Whats wrong, Pocahantas left you cause you have a small dick/
She ran to me and I did her right/
She said when she saw you she almost turned dyke/
But its okay man just end your life/
And if you don't do it on your own Imma gut you with my knife/
I bet your a nerd with bifocals and suspenders/
And your a hormaphordite and can't decide your gender/
But fuck it man surrender/
See this bullet/
Into your head it will enter/
Before I leave I wanna tell y'all/
You wanna battle then bdogg's the one you call/
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And yeah I'm talkin to you John Smith/
Whats wrong, Pocahantas left you cause you have a small dick/
tight
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battle bdogg, though thers no beef/
i just feel he needs relief/
from battling weak mc's/
and like gangstarr says you know my steez/
so dont try to fuck with me/
i'll make you get ghost/
from your dropp off of like 600 posts/
whatever you chose/
you get takin down like chronic overload/
and you all know/
bdogg is a beginner/
narrator the rhyme finisher/
wack mc dimmisher/
and the part 1 mc battle winner
haha
that was pretty tight
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maxi-paddy just couldnt resist/
growing bigger then killing u like a cist/
coming at u out of tha mist/
now ur on my people to kill list/
ima bitch slap u with tha back of my fist/
so listen to this battle, keystyle/
always putting down motherfucken g style/
u wanna battle me?
shit young g/
ill pull out the 9 and show u tha time/
busting at u bitchez wit dat crimal mind/
when niggaz come after me they find/
a gat at they head then they fall/
blood and guts all over da wall/
holding they guts in while they crawl/
its all good in a battle/
but if it gets person yall gon hear my gun rattle/
im untouchable sorry bitch ill buck em/
one day i might have to slap a clip in n dust em/
caus even my closest friends want my life/
so if u try and step to dis/
ill pull out tha gat and take u out/
then ill sit back and think about how i got pissed and pout/
BRING IT
lolz
peace
1
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Unbelievable here comes the J
Doin this like every day
cause on you suckas I only play
when I get serious I'll see you running away
so don't challenge but don't stop
like a microwave in hell i'm way too hot
scarier than dying from getting shot
in the dick I'm all man while your wearin' lipstick
I roll with a clique but when it comes to it I stick
to me and concentrate on you getting wrecked
manchester and birmingham midlands and northwest connect
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Are you niggas blind/
You definetely can't see/
You muthafuckas dont wanna battle with me/
Cause Imma make this look like a one sided tragedy/
Y'all chciken shit, I chase ya with a watergun you flee/
I'll take your man-hood away with a lyrical bisectomy/
But go ahead, come and bring it buddy/
Cause I'll leave you black, blue and bloody/
You run away crying and then suddenly/
Six holes in the back as I scream, "Hasta La Vista, Baby"/
And now you screaming for help like a lady/
Now told you ain't ready/
Im just to shady/
And Narrator you think I'm done with you/
If you think I am then you must be a foo/
Claimin you won the battle but you fell off your saddle/
You can move/
Its like your in a row boat and I took away your paddle/
So do yourself a favor and stay away/
I ain't got time for your nursery rhymes, I ain't here to play/
You believe in miracles, then you better pray/
That I leave you alone and walk away/
But instead I'll aim for your head and cause a assassination/
Leave into your head a large lassaration/
And thats just a demostration/
That bdogg is the Lord of Devostation/
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ight its time for me to stop lettn these punks go without a lecture
youll faggots either in diapers or holdn ur dentures
chronic booze and cars are my expenditures
ur faggots are jealous
tryin to battle me.. u just overzealous
i leave all u pussies discombobulated
thinkn of definetions to the words i formulated
before u know what happened ur ass got decimated
your chain aint even gold.. its just plated
instead of hittn yall of the bat i sat back an waited
this way you upped your confidence
cuz u know u aint never get to see dead presidents
ill murder yo ass an leave behind no evidence
i handle money like motha fuckn meryl lynch
i aint gonna wast any more time on you bitches
cuz youll think this shit is hot... to a record label u give it
as your own u little snitches
only took me like 2 minutes to bring this shit out the kitchen
peace punks
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Using big words to sound smart and you don't even know what they mean/
When really you come from a menally handicapped academy/
Without all that large vocabulary/
Your rhymes are really elementary/
I dont need big words to make myself more superior than you/
Cause the rhymes I spew
Are better than the combinaton of you and your crew/
Now whos the foo/
Thats right its you/
Your rhymes so queer you don't even gotta wear a too-too/
Talkin about money and you don't even got none/
Its okay to admit your broke son/
You ain't worth shit/
I bet you had to ask someone to write your rhymes since your illiterate/
Don't mess with me nigga Imma West Coast Affliliate/
And you talkin about being on a record label/
Nigga your tellin a fable/
We already no your ass so broke you can't even pay for cable/
And if you wanna know, it took me 2 and a half minutes to get this out the stable/
peace
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if u think my flow aint shit
then why u design ur shit after it
every word u rhyme ive done before
an too bad your bathroom is your floor
u live in a box.. how ya givn tours?
pussy u copy shit shit then calim it to be ur own
if i was ur parent.. your ass i would disown
what now pussy? ur spot is blow
u nothin but a fake ass clone
an copyn my shit i just dont condone
any one can copy even a fuckn drone
so come back to me with ur own lyrics
otherwise motha fucka i dont wanna hear it
u wack ass lickn homosex
u fuckn like men an crossdress
an yo girls nasty.. got more gas than hess
u dont have a house.. so u got no adress
haha u an yo crew just a fuckn mess
o shit thats right.. u aint got a crew
cuz no motha fucka will be afiliated wit u
cuz u rob yo peoples like a money hungry jew
so whos tha foo?
that shit is just weak
i wouldnt take a shit on that.. not even a leak
even if it was on fire
like my mic cuz im hot like a screechn tire
i burn too many so no longer use a wire
an like creed my buds gonna take ya higher
when im done wit ya ass u gonna have to retire
you fuckn ignorant fake as illigitimate shit
my bullets.. pussy imma fill u wit this
peace u faggot ass poser
get your own damn shit bitch
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yo who the fuck is that?
the English Psychopath,
with the fucking baseball bat,
and the gat, cocked ready for war,
you said i was poor,
but who got an UZI in the dresser drawer,
what y'all know about bein' a thug
this shit invloves mo' than sellin' a drug,
or packin' a gat,
or heatin' a sack,
y'all mothafucka's rhyming is wack,
sex, drugs, birth control,
my shit is so hot it's burning like coal,
hotter than fire,
i make y'all mothafucka's perspire,
if yo' fuckin' with me y'all bound to expire,
my reputations as big as my family tree,
yo' gonna end up fucked up after messing wit me,
cus my crew we ride,
are debters fucking hide,
but we'll hunt you down,
shoot you down,
beat you down,
we'll teach y'all crackheads to pay us now.
.: DiNt :.
.51 Crew.
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wait wait wait, hambone up in this bitch/
checkin out this so called battle/
about to hand all of ya'll your nursery rattles/
the new sheriff is in town/
dropped a A-bomb/
did you hear the sound/
Ka-Booom, I'm the king of this battleground/
check what you say/
it comes easy to slay/
for those that are speakin ludacriss rhymes/
today just happens to be daylight savings time/
hurry up and push that clock ahead 1 hour/
so you can try to forget HAMBONE devoured/
everything you stand for/
every club u walk in they showed u the door/
u ask why?/
i have to be honest, i cant tell a lie
tis the season/
Hambone gave doctors a new reason/
for the new phobias/
mc's are scared of/
that they discovered/
makes mc's wonder/
"what they hell was on my mind?"/
"i thought i could take his shine."/
"it was too bright"/
"I lost my sight"/
while im laughin at the 187 keystyle/
i pulled, that showed my might, and ended your life/
without the gat/sat back/relaxed/
watched as you, sta-sta-stuttered/
while the crowd gives me my props and goes"oooh that was butter"/
Lets Battel? open to anyone?/
come on son/
do u really want me to get the paddle/?
put u on my lap and slap that ass like yo momma/
put u up as my new trophy for my mantle/
straight drama/
coming from all angles/
it takes two to tangle/
but your more like Mr. Bo jangles/
this is only open to a select few/
and i thought u knew/
oh shit?, thats my bad, its must be that phobia again/
i committed a sin/
you dropped off, outta sight like you were MC Ren
one luv to all the peeps out there, and on this West Coast Affiliatez Forum.
hambone representin Seattle
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bump this/
in the mix again/
I must be the devil, cause im about to commit another sin/
backdafucup/
i aint onyx/
so whats up/
think u r all rowdy rowdy/
when i hear your name it makes me wanna up chuck/
my shit is hot, from the south pole to Maui/
melt you down/
inch by inch, pound by pound/
show you the real niggaz are here in Seatown/
did u join the circus you fuckin clown/
big red nose/
fakin the funk/
to much trickin with your hoes/
stumblin over words like a punk/
your rhymes stunk/
make me sick/
please back up off my dick/
im the cure for the common wack rappers/
daffy duck punk muthafucker/
this is a mans game/
its a low down dirty shame/
u showed your face/
such a waste/
made u leave this game/
like your name was Ma$e/
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round three/
for me/
cant you see/
im in it to win it/
knockout punch/
eat all of u for my lunch/
really, i consider it a snack/
everything i have seen is wack/
took you all by surprise, is this the reason there is so much slack?/
stackin the cash like a mack/
comin smooth soundin like dove shack/
follow what 2 live crew said "...and dont come back"/
consider me the coach of this football game/
like i said before, its a low down dirty shame/
your career is on the same path as tevin cambells/
your money aint right, and your mind is in shambles/
you dont want beef/
more like mischief/
cause your a kid/
thats what i said/
fuckin Right Said Fred/
your style is like a 80's jeri curl/
which is DEAD!
please dont come in my direction/
have enough hollow point tips to pump u full of lead/
the 187 will become a execution/
consider this your last warning/
u might not see another morning
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OH SHIT!!!!!! Its gettin' personal here!
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not even close to gettin personal/
i havent even brought out my arsenal/
weapons galore/
fucked u up, and slammed your ass to the floor/
cracked your skull/
only thing u can say is uhhhhhhhh/
im sorry hambone/
i just cant touch your throne/
like the ten commandments my rhymes are written in stone/
u are all alone/
not even your momma can recognize your dome/
blood everywhere/
this aint not fuckin truth or dare/
this is life/
if u had kids, they must be mine, cus i been done fucked your wife/
you must start to realize/
hambone came to your surprise/
made u break down and cry, confessed all your lies/
thought u were hard/
fuckin retard/
the looney bin wagon is on its way/
while i will be in the barn smokin my hay/
trying to hold in my laughter/
while u r in a room filled with pillows livin ever ever after/
must i say it again/
billy bob lookin, no skill havin, wanna be hard ass ren tin tin/
shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit/
this comes easy/
but what i see and hear from u makes me queesy/
fuck your life up, making everything around u stand still/
by openin up accounts everywhere and foot u the bill/
peeps will wonder how i paid for all this fly shit/
my response will be, i got this bitch u just have to get with/
tramp ass hoe, fuck whatcha like/
dreams of RuPaul wanting to be a dyke/
if you come my way i will slap you like Ike/
this is a Ballers game, im on top just like Mike/
but, this aint gatorade/
but since this is a Ballers Game, you just got played/
shook you out of your shoes/
broke your ankles, time to pay your dues/
just took u to school/
and u flunked/
whats wrong fool?/
u finally smellin your own funk?/
soap isnt good enough to cover that smell/
my bad, u must still be believin in those fairy tales/
u were not in a dream/
im blowin off alot of steam/
not trying to brag, just coming so fresh so clean/
im the supreme team/
cash rules everything around me CREAM!/
know what I mean?/
left this battle as the King, with my gangsta lean.......
booooyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Seatown Representing...
Hambone.......Luv all of yalll.......keep the battle rhymes coming.....i am done for now....have to study and spend time with my daughter....might drop another one in a week or so....peace...
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AYO WE GOT NEW NIGGA G'S HANGIN AROUND
TRYIN TA RHYME
CLAIMIN THEY'LL GO POUND FO POUND
CLAIMIN THEY FIGHT US VETS
PAST THE TWELFTH ROUND
BUT WITH US OLD G'S YA WONT HEAR A SOUND
CUZ WHEN I STEPPED ON THE SCENE
I WAS INSTANTLY CROWED
LIKE A NEW KING HAD BEEN FOUND
DOPE AND TIGHT
RIGHT DOWN TO DA GROUND
ALL YOU LIL OLE BITCHES KNOW IM DOWN FO REAL
MAXI-P BDOGG AND NARRATOR
THEYLL FEED U THA LAST MEAL
SO MUCH STYLE WILL RIP IT UP
RC WILL FIT THA BILL
U NEW BITCHES AINT SEEN RHYMES
RCEE HAS U IN FOR A THRILL
UP YOUR BACK YOULL FEEL A CHILL
TIME TO GO
TAKE A SPILL
ILL HIT IT UP AGAIN SOON
THIS TIME FOR REAL
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Peoples talking about how this strings on fire. Well hell, you can't have a string with out me. BEYOTCHES
Lets make this for the real
This be M Dogg bringing the steel
So fuck what you heard on the real
I bring my shit to kill
It's been a while since you last heard from me
Now all you fake busters try and murder me
Well fuck this, I'm taking you out like 1time
Little Nark ass snickes, just drop a line
And contest with the lyricalweight champ
The Rhymes Droppers gone 'cause his shit was damp
And came off dark as a lamp
I ain't dissing, but if he steps again, I blow him out like an amp
'Cause you see, I never do time for the crimes I do
Only trease the cops, 'cause it's their ass I screw
And when I check, it's me the crowd wants to boo
But since I'm the champ, they can cheer for a no name who
So please believe the dirt I did
I didn't buy my shit off Ebay, so fuck a bid
For I'll rule the world like a Psyclo name Sid
Then tear you of all your limps
I'm tired of fake ass busters trying to clown
And then go off like my shit has no sound
For I'm the one who they call champ of this board
Battle me, and you'll lose as if I'm Johnny Cochren at court
So don't step to me
M Dogg, the king off G's
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YO MOUSE LIL NIGGA/
NO DISS INTENDED/
BUT THAT WACK RHYME/(im talkin bout mine)
I WONT DEFEND IT/
SHIT THAT DONT FLEX/
SHIT JUST DONT TRY TO BEND IT/
WITH THIS RHYME
IMMA TRY TO FLEX AND BEND IT
DONT TAKE OFFENCE
AND DONT TRY TO MEND IT
THERE AINT NO JOY
IN GETTIN APPREHENDED
MOUSE U KNOW IM DOWN FO YOU
I HAVE NO BEEF
MY DISS WASNT AIMED AT U
SORRY I CANT STAY BUT I GOTTA GO
STICK IT TO A BITCH
KNOWN ONLY AS "HO"
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Sup ITW.
like the ten commandments my rhymes are written in stone/
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.
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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
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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
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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!/
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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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Note: It was a rhyme, I didnt mean to really dis you or have beef, people do that when they F/S...Peace man, No Beef
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Ahhhhhhhhhh shit//
Bdogg is making his lyrical return tonight//
I be the nigga with the trigga and I'mma set it off right//
Like a true Assassin I am never off target//
I aim, spray and leave before any of y'all saw it//
And this is just a sample of Expertice//
Wasup ITW, NIK and Style//
Peace//
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You're 13 too, ya just afraid to admit it/
I can think of betta rhymes while I'm shittin/
Don't take it so personaly, this is lyrical combat/
We gotta diss eachother, but only I'm phat/
You suck! thats a fact/
I don't give a fuck what you say, I'll neva take that back/
you aint a real mack/
like 10/
You betta give the mic up when.../
You cant think of shit to say/
And rhyme the same things every single day/
Who gives two fucks if I'm young?/
You still can't rap like me cuz I'm The Top Gun/
Like Tom Cruise/
You'll get bruised/
When you hear me spit/
Cuz I'm as a hard as a duece duece/
When you get hit/
With my dope ass lyrics/
I'm hearin 2Pacs spirit/
Tellin me to flow on/
But 2Pac is wrong/
Cuz I dissed you bad enough/
I can easily blow you out, with just one puff/
No beef homie, it's just lyrical combat, peace
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Only a faggot would compare himself to Tom Cruise//
You must be deasperate//
Since you be fuckin animals in the zoo//
You can't get a girl so you say the animals will do//
Fuck it just end your life//
It would be the best thing you could do//
Cause people like you don't got a clue//
Da Assassin is like a one-man hater killin' crew//
Y'all ain't even prepared for the devastation I will ensue//
Because unlike you, I be keepin it true//
Now look at ya//
Jaws dropped, fearin' for your life//
Just give me all your money and everything'll be aight/
That's right//
You ain't got shit to your name//
Then do yourself a favor and run before I leave your broke candy-ass lame//
I'll fuck you up so badly physically so that mentally you'll never be the same//
Cause I'm comin' back//
My title to reclaim'//
Bdogg, The nigga who is on top of his game//
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yo da assasin i come blastin and mashin till i take you cash in zip it enuff you had it wut!
haha
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BDogg, I was inteding that rhyme towards Irish_Wannabe_Thug...I didnt mean for you to respond...But its all goo
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Ahhh damn......
yes I am/
back again/
all u new cats figured you could blend in/
my infrared, scoped u out, and looked what ya'll done did/
made me come back a little sooner/
had my laugin at all the ryhmes, like they were humor/
you trying out for a comedy club?/
my shit will sink you, like i was a sub/
periscope up, locked on to the target/
my lyrics hittin u like a torpedo/
your screamin like a bitch, your new name is margaret/
u dont have a flow/
i'll drop blows/
dontcha know?/
ho ho ho ho/
you can call me Saint Nick/
its not X-mas, but u will be askin me for forgiveness/
your still suckin RuPauls Dick/
Too $hort patented the name after you, Beeeyyyooooootchhhhh/
oooooohhhh that was soo sick sick sick wid it/
but this aint the Click/
this is some Northwest Shit/
to be exact, Seatown/
so just bow down/
im still laugin at you u clowns/
take your time on your next time around/
grab your dictionary and thesaurus so you can make sure each word has the same sound/
broke your azz down to the last compound/
your all in pieces/
about to be deceased/
yeah, u must be someones bitch/
i see you got your own leash/
i'm pimpin you about to get rich/
and your still the bitch i gosta get with/
ooooooohweeeeeee
this is page two of the battle rap/
i know u must of felt that/
u just got slapped/
back into next week/
come stronger next time, dont be weak/
i dont feel threatened yet/
yaaawwwwnnnnn i did this in my sleep/
the odds were 20 to 1, and you lost this bet!
Back with more in a week or so........stay tuned......i wont be soo tired then...
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You one syllable rhyme disasters\
Weak rhyme styles an infant can master\
I`ll leave you on a resporator, pumpin` that plasma\
Your heads will be severed in lyrical contraptions\
Lyrics hit so hard you hafta use the Closed Captions\
My flow will eat u like a Somolian feindin for a ration\
Theres a little taste of what i got........Peace
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oh yeah, and irish thug/
i just pulled your plug/
still thinkin this is a game/
this aint not Dig Dug/
you should be ashamed/
showing your mug/
your the only one to blame/
im the only pound for pound/
I will show you no shame/
was gone for awhile, but reclaimed my battelground/
im wild as fuck, i consider you tame/
that shit u said about new cats was lame/
please come my way, and try to contain/
treat your ass like that kid that was cained/
my rhymes have flavor/
your shit is plain/
im not method man but I'll bring the pain/
just the thought of my name, will make you go insane/
tick tock you dont stop, tick tock, you sucked the dick, took it like a bitch, suckin jeffery dahlmers shit, and licked it.............beeeyyyooooootttcccchhhhhhhh
hehehe..still warmin up all....my internet connection is crazed out right now..someday it works some days it doesnt...so...it might be another week before i can reply again.....peace....Luvv all ya'll
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On syllable, two, three, four, or Five/
i will eat you alive/
what difference does it make/
as long as the battle rhyme comes correct/
that shit was fake/
we are not going to look at u like u were jesus nailed to a stake/
so please do what snoop dogg said and pump yo brakes/
yea your taste is that of a infant, im prime rib USDA 100% Steak/
shook you off to the side like u were head n shoulders flakes/
just admit the shit was tight, dont hate/
next time just congratulate
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damn shiznit what what this fuckin thread is blowin the fuck up!
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ima rip all u fake ass rappers like i rip yo womans cunt/
light up a blunt nigga don front/
ima stop all u wack ass eemcs u need a lesson/
ima bitch slap u with my smith n wesson/
wif da 9 at my hip/
im fully equip/
dont step to this else ima go to my armoury/
my fake nigga weaponry/
now what u reppin G?
east side is firmly represented/
caus im da emotion drainer lyrical detainer bithc nigga maimer/
im that crimally insane nigga u know maxi-pat/
coming str8 outta alfi wit my 9 milly gat/
nigga im hear to tell u wha time it iz/
if u don knock turn around n look at da clock/
while i cut u in half from tha burst of my glock/
i havent posted in a while
sup ?
im out peace
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Tight. Imma lay some shit down later on.
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Well I kill babies//
Especially them whinin' brats//
Punch the little bastards so hard they have a heart attack//
Naw I'm just jokin//
I pick on men my own size//
I look normal but in the inside I'm a Assassin in disguise//
Blastin' bustas off the face of the earth before they even realize//
Your in yo casket at your funeral with tears in yo mom's eyes//
Like Benie Sigel I speak the truth//
Hittin on ya harder than Babe Ruth//
And blastin on your bitch like I'm Rae Carruth//
Who needs a bat or a gun//
I got my lyrics and my fists son//
Thats all I need to succeed//
Cause it ain't easy bein' the B-D-O-double G//
I spit you flee//
I need to put this on mp3//
Now i'm done with this shit and I'mma leave y'all be//
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I'm settin this battle on fire like a boy scout wit a hand-full-of-sticks/
and leave Mouse more nervous than a lesbian in a land-full-of-dicks/
Da_Asassin aint 'enlightened' or 'bright', Hittman14484 will 'spark-lenses'/
'n Hambone still wonderin why he gets slept-on worse than Central Park-benches/
compared to the Narrators' sorry 'stories', I'm a fuckin-'sky-scraper'/
even if your name was 'Donald' you couldnt be 'Duck'in-my-paper/
N_I_K could write raps on the San Andreas plate 'n still not be shakin-the-opposition/
jus cuz Irish_thug_wannabe makes crowds 'disappear' dont make-him-a-'magician'/
wonderin why I get more 'love' than 'tennis-courts', and cant get the best-of-me/
y'all faggots are fallin off worse than 'parachutists' with 'leprosy'/
like my fists were made out of concrete, I'm simply hittin-the-hardest/
only way maxi-padz gets a 'blessed' verse to have a 'church choir' spittin-his-chorus/
I'm stuck in a furious mind state, controlled by the voices inside-me-screamin/
if you were drill sergeants for hells army you still couldn't exorcise-these-demons/
rippin' daughters-and-sons, lookin at me astonishing after I only slaughtered-one/
I'm simply more dangerous to these 'kids’ like ‘bayonets on water-guns’/
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dedicated to a person named hittman/
u just dont understand/
not slept on/
i dont need to be in the limelight to know that i won/
your about as dangerous as a nun/
thinking your heavyweight like a ton/
your light as a feather/
cowhide your ass, i need some new leather
were do u think we all come from/
you should know, none of us aint the one/
you cant, and aint hitt/
cant hit worth shit/
like a wedgie your gettin picked/
if i am slept on, im about to blow/
light up the sky and give u a real show/
u must of answered lil' kim hitt/
knew from experienced how many licks/
trying to hide your tits/
transvestite bitch/
your lyrics remind me of a SNL Skit/
I.Q., just above Dimwit/
how does it feel to have a dick and a clit/
taken us all on, u just signed your deathwish/
you are stuck in your mind state/
got you scared like your womans monthly period is late/
delerious is more like it/
shit/
who do u think you are fuckin with/
all of us?/
class is in session, muthafucka, we're the teachers/
your the dunce/
your place is on the bleachers/
we're 1st string/
theres a open spot on the cheerleadin team/
now gotcha saying everything isnt what i had seemed/
got us all steamed/
for a hittman, shit aint on target/
your shit is wack, you must be a Master P Seargent
8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
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maxi-paddy back up in this freestyle board/
i bust wit prescision like my nigga K-Lord/
UVLN fo life nigga ima cut u open/
pull back ur head pull out my knife and slit ur throat/
leaving a bloody gash/
side walk slam into a power bomb im mo powerfull than kevin nash/
this aint no battlefield/
this is a childrens play ground/
only 2 niggaz on hea that i know who go pound for pound/
ride wit me n bust round for round/
niggaz thought it was quick n easy/
but im not gonna let u go yet i got mo words to speak/
caus ima menace to society/
nigga u with me or u against me/
but remember i am tha feelin u call terror/
ima part of everyone u see me when u look in the mirror/
nigga u call ur self solja/
claiming u downing the south side dolja/
nigga i told ya aint no nigga tryin to take my shit/
but if u do ima dump a motherfucken clip/
everyone say they down fo me n my crew/
but when the capz start to fly/
i learn which niggaz is weak n which niggaz stay coo/
so ima ask u which one iz u?
nigga do u bang with the red or the blue?
shyt u so fake u ain got no clue/
im sick of all these fake emcees/
talkin bout they gats like i aint got 1/
nigga keep talking yo fake ass shyt n u be tha first to see my gun/
bitch ass motherfucker/
die slow bitch ima pop u n leave u outside town in a motherfucken ditch/
peace
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SO WHAT DID I DO TO GET THIS ABUSE
JUS A YOUNG HOMIE LEARNIN TO POUR OUT JUICE
INSTEAD OF A PAT ON DA BACK AND A KINDLY "FAIR DUES"
YOU GET A GLOCK IN YO MOUTH
AND GET SHOT LIKE JEWS
BUT U BETTTER COWER BEHIND YO CREWS
CUZ MY LO LO'S SET TO CRUISE
DONT EVEN TRY TO WIN
IM SO SORRY, YOU'LL ONLY LOSE
NIK U CLAIM NO BEEF
THEN YOU DISS AGAIN
BUT IM NOT GONNA FEED YO FANTASY
AND GET PISSED AGAIN
SHIT I DONT HAVE ENOUGH INK
TO PEN/
CUZ THE ONLY PEN U CONTROL
IZ THE PLAY PEN/ AT THE LOCAL CREISE
CUZ U SO SMALL I GUESS YOUD SLIDE THROUGH IRON MESH
HAMBONE NEVER WUZ A DISS DIRECTED AT YOU
NEVER WAS A QUESTION ASKED OF YOU
BUT NOW I QUESTION IF YOUR REALLY TRUE
CUZ WHILE I WAS LOVIN YOU WERE HATIN BOO
IF I WAS AMERICAN ID USE THEIR FAVORITE HABIT AND SUE
BUT IM NOT SO I DO IT THE IRISH WAY
BUST THEY CREW
AS FOR THIS UPSTART HITTMAN
RISIN UP TRYIN TO KICK THE CAN
BUT WE THROW FISTS WHAM
GET AN ORIGINAL NAME
LIKE IRISH WANNABE MAN
YEAH I KNOW
U WANNA BE LIKE ME
IM A MAGICIAN LIKE THE DRUIDS
RHYMES GO DOWN EASY
THEY'RE LIKE BABY FLUIDS
BDOGG U KNOW THERES NO BEEF
RESPECT COMIN ALL THE WAY FROM THIS CELTIC CHEIF
YOU AND PAT ALWAYS STAY DOWN
I PLACE YOU SECOND AND THIRD TO MY CELTIC CROWN
U SEE WHERE I LIVE I RUN THIS TOWN
TO ALL THOSE IN DIS RHYME I PUT DOWN
THEY SAY IT TAKES LESS TO SMILE THAN FROWN
No-one take it seriouly, as nik says only rhymes...but if you diss dont expect to get off free...u learn quick in this game/
Peace
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niggaz always gotta hate/
dont know where im from/
dont know my area/
only know my state or city/
nigga u cant even see me/
jus caus where ur fake ass iz from no one busts/
dont mean ur neighbour got tha nutz/
why wouldn i rhyme bout gats foo i bust em/
my bed side table is full of em/
u eva heard of tha heidelberg west drive by shootings/
nigga u aint know shit/
probably all up in a sheep u fucken snake/
wanna know tha truth bout my nigga?
i never killed any motherfucker/
i busted gats 3 times leaving bitches like u crippled/
mouse u nottin but a lil bitch all nigt u try n spear a chocolate frog/
when u least expect it ima come out of the fog/
see nigga never know me nigga n u neva wanna/
caus i dont need guns to cripple u/
jus ask tha guy down the road/
got smacked upside da head wit a spade/
never said i gangsta/
ppl who claim they gangsta is usually bitch made/
is easy to pull tha trigga n say u thugged out our real/
nig the realest are the ppl who look they enemy in tha eye n apologise/
that not bein weak nig thats being wise/
never pick the fight with someone who is bigger n stronger than u it will me ur demise/
n u just picked tha strongest motherfucker u coulda/
nigga u dont know who ur fucken with/
i got my mind on my shit screaming fuck a bitch/
my dad tried to raise me as a young thug/
but im street wise i never catch a slug/
playa hater u aint gotta breathe/
im stronger than u ill bring ur fake ass to ur knees/
this is fo the street kids FUCK tha g's/
lolz mouse u dont know shit bout me
dont judge wha u cant touch
peace niglet
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Props to Irish thug/
im luvvin your mug again.......
my bad i took some of your early keystyles wrong....u tight man..u tight..nuttin but luv for ya...
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DARKNESS CLOSES IN
LIKE A DEADLY SIN
COWERIN WITH A GAT
HEARIN THE LOW DIN
OF THE COPPER WHEELIN IN
LIKE A FLIPPERS FIN
CAT KNOCKS OVER A BIN
SHIT I JUMP OUTTA MY SKIN
SHIT IM SEEN
GLINT IN HIS EYE LOOKS KEEN
SORRY SON YOUR TIME HAS BEEN
LAST I SEE IS THE GLOCKS GLEAM
I JUMP UP LOOK AT THE CLOCK
SHIT ANOTHER HORRIBLE DREAM
AWOKEN BY THE PIERCING SUN BEAM
OUTTA BED THE DREAM FADES
BRUSH THE HAIR SLIP ON SOME SHADES
STEP OUT ON THE STREET
ANTICIPATIN THE DAY OF GATS AND BLADES
PERCIPITATION FROM THE SKY
MEANS DRINKIN BEER AND LOVIN BAR MAIDS
I WORRY NOT OF THE LIFE OF SIN
IT DISSAPPEARS ONCEA HOOCHIE WAVES
AND IM NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT TELLS THIS STORY
OF HOW THEY SPEND THEIR DAYS
I WONT CHANGE MY WAYS
COZ I SEE MY LIFE LYIN OUT
IN THE BEUTY OF THE SUN RAYS
Yo Hambone, no beef
sup yall
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befo i bust ima get 1 thing str8/
nig no convicts in my family hea/
half my family moved from ireland caus my great great grandfather was tha IRA/
blew some shit up/
everything started to get fucked up/
move down to aussie to protect the family like a real man/
nigga white? im az black as the wu tang clan/
other half my family is from tonga/
n caus the white half of my family is btich made im not gon be living in aussie much longa/
bitch u don obviously know the meaning of gangsta/
no one on this board be claimin gangsta/
i do mah own thang/
like i said id rather break ur knows than come at u wit tha bang/
but when its family business ill crack open a guiness/
caus i be the bitch nigga that u love to hate/
nigga jealous caus where he from all they do is fuk sheep/
nig ur raps arent deep/
they only sink to the ankle deep caus everyone knows ur a hoe/
never once has ur rhymes made an impression/
nig needs a lesson in this free/key-style session/
nig this aint personal/
but nig back off unless u wanna look stupid/
my heart aint cold playa im liek cupid im fulla luv fo u/
juz remember that caus next time u in my area ill ride fo u/
this is fo my dogs/
daymz
shit i cant rhyme today
anywayz mouse like always
no beef nig
peace
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ay yo u claimin it dinner time/
caus u know i make ur arse looks stupid in a rhyme/
u think that u realla than me/
nig i know u feelin me/
my style is like 3 hollow points in yo chest/
glaze ur eyes over/
makin u wish that u had a vest/
thats what u get fo tryin to diss tha best/
now 6 foot under gravel u rest/
while im up in a bitch/
u goin str8 to heavan/
sorry rejection/
commitin anal sex wit another man mouse shyt nig didn u know that was a sin/
now u going str8 to hell wit all ur intestines cut up ina bin/
demons destroy ur soul/
just like i destroyed ur body/
at yo funueral they said mouse was gay he a no-body/
if mouse was in jail hed love it/
make out like he tripped/
pretend to pick up tha soap/
mouse is loves it/
got his ass ripped/
haha shit nig/
ill snap u like a fucken twig/
daymz yo/
ill beat yo ass then knock down ur bro/
now ur head has my foot indentations in it/
when the police found u knock out no identifications were made/
they jus left u there coz they know u bitch made/
im just warming up/
once u piss me off/
ull get well and truelly fucked up/
haha peace nig
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sup bdogg n itw
keepin it real homies
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YO MOUSE THATS MY HOME BOY U DISSED
ID DOUSE THE FIRE BUT U NEVA BEEN KISSED
SHIT SO YOUNG U NEVA BEEN PISSED
STICK WITH US HOMIE AND YOULL LIVE IN BLISS
BUT MESS WITH US AN YOULL LEARN TO SWIM WITH FISH
FEED YOU WATER FROM A DISH
COZ NOW UR OUR SLAVE
AND YOU'LL COMPLY TO MY WISH
DID YO MOMA NEVA TELL U?
DONT START WHAT U CAN'T FINISH
NOW MAXI PADDY
DONT WASTE YO TIME
LIKE A BATTLE TWEEN PAC AND DADDY
OR DIDDY
NO COMPETITION LIKE TOWN VS CITY
I WISH YOU HAD COMPETITION ITS SUCH A PITY
COZ WE COULD SHOW
WE'RE NOT JUST RUFF BUT WITTY
NOT JUS SMOOTH BUT GRITTY
NOW I NEED U TO START FLOWIN WITH ME
I'LL DO VERSES ONE THROUGH THREE
U FOUR AND FIVE
ALL CREDITS TO MAXI PADDY
AND THE IRISH THUG WANNABE
NOW NUMBER 3 TO ALL THOSE WHO QUESTIONED ME
SAID MY RAP STYLES POOR
NIGGA WHAT?YO MOMS A WHORE?
WELL SORRY SON
I DIDNT PAY JUS WALKED OUT DA DOOR
WANT SOME MORE?
FACE FLAT ON THE FLOOR
SHIT ID CONTINUE BUT YOUR A PROFESSIONAL BORE
RAP SURROUNDS ME
LIKE I'M THE CORE
HOES AND DRUGS GALORE
AND U ASK WHAT I'M IN THIS RAP GAME FOR?
(CHORUS)
MAXI PADDY
RIPPIN THIS UP
WITH THA WANNABE
SUCKIN PUSSY (SUCKIN WHUT??)
SUCKIN PUSSY(WHO??)
WANNABE AND MAX PADDY
keepin it real... ya'll know by now there's no beef but mouse bacdafuckup off my homeboy...u know we have no personal beef but ....
Peace
IRISH THUG WANNABE
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this shit is hoooottttt, and you know it aint never gonna stop
100 replies yall!
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im teh king of tha mic/
my style is tight/
my rhymes are right/
so back of and say good night/
im da kind of the mic/
styles like any other rest/
in ur face like manifest/
hitting u so hard taking tha wind outta ya chest/
nigga tried to devour me but choked/
played hiself and got his ass smoked/
my raps are hot/
take a shot at my mug/
n answer to tha notorious irish thug/
blaze up a blunt and chug/
ITW n MAXi, keeping it real/
tag teamin yo bitch in the back of a taxi/
we killaz n dope dealaz/
niggaz acting drastic/
we poppin soljaz like they made of plastic/
like plastic tha explosive/
i look soft but im dangerous/
str8 outta prison/
maxi-paddy had arisn/
expert in urban terrorism/
got my own army of followers/
ready to battle/
hear our guns rattle/
sprayin teflon coated metal/
ITW runs around n blows shyt up like a mental/
untouchable niggaz up in the sky/
dont ask why/
we juz on top of our shit right now/
nigga dont frown smack a bitch then get on ur knees n bow down/
bow down to ITW and MAXI 2 niggaz who are greater than u/
peace
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your lines will be fucked with/
called on lorena bobbit, to chop off your shit/
age dont matter/
your the main course on my platter/
yeah, the kid in you/
send you home, suckin your thumb/
screamin boo hoooo hooooo/
make u realize your true dream of being a bum/
u do live in a cage/
show you my lyrical rage/
your like old pussy worn out at middle age/
closed your chapter/
my lyrics started a new page/
did u hear all that laughter/
your the clown, with shit that wasnt correct/
called the cops/
your the number one suspect/
you must of didnt know that was a crime/
for wack rappers thinkin they can rhyme/
thought u dropped a couple of jewels/
more like cubic zirconia/
swept you to the side with the rest of them fake fools/
didnt need to step up/
not on the level of any sluts/
barkin barkin barkin, like a mut/
so u said it loud/
r u proud/
your head is in a cloud/
all dark and grey/
so fuck whatcha say/
my shit is shinin bright/
looks like the challenger took this fight/
won all the bets/
i havent even really begun yet/
i will give props where props is due/
u came tight, as im sure u knew/
but also like a tight cunt/
i just popped your cherry/
havin you beggin for forgiveness from the virgin marry/
your sin was thinking you could win/
but like the other wannabe rappers, you will be thrown back into the forgotten bin
i posted this on another keystyle stage...will come with somethin new later on this week..peace....
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RAP STYLES NOT COMPLEX
SO SMALL YOUR PETIT ASS
GETS POSTED BY FED EX
NAME IS BLOTTED OUT WITH TIP EX
CUZ ITS INSIGNIFICANT, WHAT COMES NEXT?
SHIT MOUSE YOU HAVE THE MOUTH OF A T-REX
BUT SORRY SON YOU SUFFER FROM A CASE OF THE EX
LIKE THE X TO THE Z ZIBIT
YOUR DICKS SO SMALL I'LL CLIP IT
AND FLIP IT
LIKE A SAUSAGE ON THA BARBE QUE
NOW WE'LL SEE IF YOUR REALLY TRUE
CASTRATION SHOULDNT MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO YOU
IT SPENDS ITS TIME IN THE ANAL PASSAGES OF YOUR CREW
FEELING KIND OF BLUE?
SORRY BOY THATS WHAT U GET FOR ACTIN DA FOOL
MESSIN WITH MY BOY AND WE'LL BRING U TO SCHOOL
TEACH YOU RESPECT AND HOW TO ACT COOL
CUZ NOW U'VE BEEN DUNKED IN THE DEEP END OF THA POOL
DONT MESS WITH US SHOULD BE YOUR N0.1 RULE
SO MUCH STYLE THIS TOPICS HOT
BUT WE NEED SOME NAMES TO JOIN DA LOT
RCEE AND MAYBE NIK/NOT
RCEE'S COOL BUT NIK'LL MAKE THIS RAPBOARD ROT
SHIT WOULD HE BE ABLE TO SEE OUT'A HIS COT?
ID BE SURPRISED IF HIS PEN MADE MORE THAN A DOT
OH I HEAR A WHIMPER! SON, WHAT??
YOU'RE 14 YR OLD ASS CAN OUT RUN ME?
THIS 16 YR OLD ASS COULD BEAT U WITH A BUMMED KNEE
SHIT ID DO IT WHILE BEING STUNG BY A BEE
SON DONT TRY AN BE THE WANNABE OF THA WANNABE
AND I'LL SMACK U ONCE MORE IF YOU TRY TO ACT "G"
NOW U SEE?
yo peeps no beef, let's keep this going, thug style...keep it up maxi...and yo mouse the beefs only in the rhymes homie
Oh and NIK, step up and rhyme with the men. this is da place to be. if u stay and dont rhyme, your like a spare prick at a whores wedding. show us what you got to earn your place.
I'm feelin a rivalary coming on within tha board tween mouse's clique and the paddy-wannabe-bdogg krew. no beef for now homies
Peace
IRISH THUG WANNABE
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WHAT UP?
HOW YALL BEEN?
END
DEFEND
DAMN,,LOL
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mouse still think he won the battle?
hahaha baby nig ima hand u ya rattle/
this time im coming for u/
put a hollow point in ur temple/
then ima take over ur soul/
u thought i was dead motherfucker/
jus coz u saw me bleed motherfucker/
maxi arises to kill u motherfucker/
keep an eye on this motherfucker/
if u can contain me u better be able to catch me/
stabbed me to make me bleed/
my blood dissapeared/
my body evaporated/
cloud of smoke gathers behind ya/
nigga i gotcha/
the hammers cock back/
u feel the cold steel on ur skin/
now ur blood splurts/
im to evil for u kids/
u think ur like me untouchble/
nigga ur head is crushable/
ur bones destructable/
they say u ain got a chance/
they say i might as well do my victory dance/
caus my thoughts r to sardistic/
soon u will jsut be another statistic/
nig be realistic/
nig i cant be killed im immortal/
the strenght of my mind is unnatural/
the strength of my raps is vital/
nig u cant beat me r u blind/
list tha manifestations in ur mind/
feel the lord of tha dead speak/
much louder than mouse's feeble squek/
mouse is going down/
maxi-paddy is about to clown/
nig u know i got luv n respect fo u
but i aint gon say no beef there no need
peace
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Nice post you *had* goin here...