The Last Word

[M Dogg™]

Let me end this once and for all
Before I battle someone else, the rhymes dropper must fall
For it's time to admit defeat
You little trick ain't shit to me
Using a style that's a bit discrete
You a damn fool battling a westcoast G
Tell me how does it fell
To drop shit you think can end it here
To find out your shit disappears
Cause my lyrics over shadow you and your whole fucking career
What, you thought you stoled the show
You thought my girl was going to give you a blow
What, you figured that the shit you were saying was low
Hell your little ass just don't know
Oh and to call me a SPIC
Muthaphukka, I can get racial in this shit
This ain't to all white people, so don't trip
Just this little racist ass bitch
You proud cause you white
Live in the suburbs all your life
Trying to be, a muthaphukkin G
Little ass buster will die by 19
Why can I say these things
'Cause I've see middle class white boys who go smoke on trees
Then think there gangsta, making enemies
Think they can't be touch, but guess what
Around a ese, crip or blood, they say to much
Like the time you said shit about me being broke
Or me getting you burritos, I forgot to ask if you wanted a Cherry Coke
It's shit like that that'll get me mad
'Cause when I met a faggot like you, I always whip there ass
But I know why you do this shit
'Cause I can make rhymes about Ceaser Chavez, well you just limited
And your can never get shit
Now it's time to end this shit

Hey Tyree
Whaaat Uuup, Yyeaah!
Give me that shit you can't sweep under the rug, Ya' know
Yyyeah, that gangsta shit

I'm tired of this bitch who thinks his select
Little fag ain't seen shit yet
Like rhymes dropped by a true freestyle vet
Can't come up with your, so you'll starve from not being feed
Yeah, now tell me, how does it feel
To be pushed around by an ese that hit hard like steel
Not the man of, but Shaq O'Neal
You know Camby can't stop big Shaquelle
So don't try and play like the east is the Real Deal
'Cause that muthaphukka iz washed up, Evander Holyfield
Well I kick shit like a wrestling heel
Your you on the run, hiding in them hills
So you push drugs
Should I give you love
It don't take much to sell the produced of troublesome
So don't you try and trip
You ain't done shit
And you have the nerve to call me illiterate
Last time I checked, you spelled more words wrong than me
Hell, you even misplace G
Claim to be one, it can't be
'Cause your the one who just looks dump
I tell you who should live the gangsta life
Someone that's from it, So just get married and have a wife
Well I'll be dead by the age of 25
But that's just the facts of life
So why you want to live what I am
You don't know shit about sellind drugs and
You think that your slick
Hinding around to suck dick
But this old school westcoast sound gots you felling it
So don't get sad
It ain't my fault your rythem is bad
Well you finish every freestyle battle in dead last

Yeah, that's the last word little punk. Go on and battle them others, 'cause you can't see me. Yeah. Oh yeah, me and Tyree gonna drop some shit this summer, Diamond in the Ruff

[I drop rhymes]

ight i admit that last shit was hot...
but u wrote it? ur ass? definetely not
u cant come up with that shit while u layin on yo cot
i battle u an all ur boys
i fuck around wit yall like ya just toys
now imma get serious
leave ya asses so confused and delerious
me an my crew.. i know you fearn us
i chill at upclass bars wit beer an nuts
thats where i sit back an relax
unwind the troubled day kick back an count my stacks
never gotta worry cuz i got mad backs
im from the the burbs and the good herb where they play lax
which makes it even harder for me to be this ill
shit im from a town called hicksville
that dont mean i grow crops.. but drop pills
an your girls twat? my cock it fills
now check the style from the east side pla-ya
ill leave ya confused wit a headache betta take some bay-er
you lifes over? yea but i just dont cay-er
so u see that my shit is blazin
i kno when i hold back on ya. its my rhymes u cravn
but anywayz check it
listen up i read each an every rhyme. an inspected
we aint never gonna stop this battle if we keep goin
so lets end it right here with the winner as no one
an no im not forfeitn an saying u the champ
im just sayin shit.. this is takn to long.. it aint freestlyn camp
i dont give a shit whether u like me or what
i said your shit was tight... but
some can be pretty shitty
like a gross saggy titty
so tell me what u want to do.... i can rhyme like this for days an weeks
cuz i rhyme like im from the project streets
i never have shit prewritten
so whatever just stop your bitchn
how im a racist
bitch ur own blood ill make ya taste this
an ur life.. faggot ill waste this
so whatever.. i stated my point
do what u want but imma still smoke ya like a joint
i know thats shits old an tired
but its tru an like a blunt your ass is fired

whatever dude... im tired of battln the same person.. u wanna keep goin ill do it
if not.. cool deal too. ur a pretty worthy contender.. u better than so much style.. fuckn kids such a pussy  hes mad wack
anywayz.. peace

[M Dogg™]

To be honest, I'm getting tired of battling too. I ready to step up. If anyone else thinks they can handle me, well step up. Hey I Drop Rhymes, noting personal, strickly rhymes baby, stricky rhymes. If anyone elses thinks they top dogg, step up. Peace Out

[ITW [the irish boy]]

Boom bamm, as i fix up dis song/
god damn/
ur mixin up this shit all wrong/
Def Jam/
bing, Bing, bong/
as i turn on the fan/
sport a thong/
now im ur man/
but where the bitches all gone?/
god dang/
coz i aint sportin no east coast thang/
and i aint dissin no west coast slang/
i aint pullin the trigga, bang bang/
i be doin this thang, for me/

But do any u niggas really know me?/
I dont puff choclate endo/
or any other tree/
I'm the original dope westcoast gee/
not from la or ny, not me u see/
i representin the west known as d-u-b/
dublin to all u niggas that dont know me/

i'm not here to rhyme about drugs and crime/
i came from a good hood an i gotta protect mine/
that dont mean run amuck with a nine/
but likin a pussy, thats all fine/

Coz i know yall be frontin/
At this difficult time/
but u know u'd be trumpin/
with a thumpin rhyme/
but it dont have ta be violent/
one word atta time/
unless u live it/
frontin should be made a crime/

Now i started this battle/
but i dont wanna fight/
my lyrics may not have a bark/
but i have a nasty bite/
mdogg, u representin with the side all right/
but now imma go fly a kite/
and to all u niggas, i say goodnight/

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mr.m  now lets battle again/
i dimish infamouse grimmises/
like yourself/
i keep it locked down like a stelf/
and i blast ya off the shelf/
cause you cant touch mcs hot as me/
my beats hot as fish grease/
my rhymes hot as this bitch-haha please/
i never fall for a ho/
thats explains the over throw/
that explains how i put on my shows/
i dont just battle it gets kinda old/
but if you think your bold/
fool your rolled/
on/
and this non/
fiction/
so check in the diction-/ary/
you will see under fly as a canarie/
and under untouchable on your files/
Mr Narrator so much style/
battling enemies/
naw just battling mcs/
light them up like christmas tress/
leave um out so they can freeze/
my main squeeze or my main preference/
yeah speak to em reveren/
im comin like devin/
step up and what you reppin/
learned your lesson/
yeah no one on this board can be testin!/

[I drop rhymes]

i dont got beef but i rhyme as such
my ill ass rhymes.. niggaz cant touch
when they try.... niggaz get touched
imma roll ya ass like u was gettn dutched
yea i mean like a doubie
yall fuck up ya rhymes an say "nubie"
now check out my formula.. its lyrical
i got more than that shit.. got formulas empirical
imma test out my latest glock on ya like u was a guniue pig
an smoke come out the tip like it was a cig
im makin hits like my nigga jig
an i get all the girls so when im in public.. usually wearn a wig
not a bitches hair
just some shit to get the bitches out my hair
so they dont stop an stare
i got a new project im workin on like blair
its gettn some gear together
so i can rhyme on this board an show my flow is better
they what i can write down wit ink an a feather
so when i rhym u best give me ur upmost attention
or ill make ya ass stay for detention
leave ya dead body under the desk wher it says stenchn
so dont fuck up when u battle
ill turn u into some burgers like you were cattle
im done for now.. already proved im worthy
like james an i got mad bitches that be mad curvy
an every one of them livn simply to serve me

pizzle my nizzles

Last modification: I drop rhymes - 03/09/01 at 02:28:53

[ITW [the irish boy]]

I feel not like rhymin/
But all this shit be climbin/
To new heights/
as we use battles and fights/
to describe the communities blights/
Mdogg u be dissin/
but nigga i'll catch u when ur pissin/
kissin yo dick/
like some trick/
with his ribs removed like in that movie flick/
But i dont like being dissed for somthin i start/
but i cant finish/
first off i didn't start/
and i could out rhyme your ass in finnish/

Now mdogg i got love for the mexican race/
buenas tardes nigga, now i'll cut your face/
i'll shave my dick so i can fuck your wife/
and i can fuck her real hard and leave no trace/

Now murder is the case/
and niggas showin up all round tha place/
never has a trial been as high profile/
since the oj case/
mdogg and itw the most notorious around/
are wrestlin this trial to the goddamn ground/
coz it was the ditch m's wife was found/
now i'm sorry coz i think his beats are sound/
but more coz i dont wanna live in the dogg pound/

mdogg/
i never set out to diss u/
but when u downed my rhyme/
i needed to reply to claim im real and true/
as u say its strickly rhymes, lil boo/
but fuck wit me again/
and ill come through your crew/

Peace out,