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I’ll have his “Appearance change” when I start to STRANGLE KID, have him “Wearing a new blue look” like DJANGO DID!! MecH telling folks he’s a FELON, HE’S NOT he’s just some fat bitch from the hood rocking luluLEMON AN CROCS!! If you’re thinking this “Body’s a collectible?”, your MELON GET POPPED. Something’s “Shady” ‘bout the ‘Toys you carry’, they SELL IN THE SHOPS an come w/ choking-hazards, you joking-bastard the ‘Toys I carry’ have you rolled-in-plastics for YELLING’ AT OPS If you TELLIN’ THE COPS there’ll be no open-casket but like “Mini figurines”... we’ll clearly see this is “M IN A BOX”!! [Damn..] When I move the “Tool over his belly” he’ll remain still like a SCULPTURE AN the bitch “Kid-in his guts” he’s not brave, he’s just a VULTURE, MAN does nothing for the CULTURE, FAM “We all see the bitch in you” w/o viewing an ULTRA SCAN!! [Damn..] Your womans been “Hungry for cock” so i fucked ya LADY MATE, SHIT you may think it was done in a SHADY WAY KID but you were “Starving her of some proper dick”, so our hook-up your BABY MADE IT. She was so happy to see a real dick was on the table, she “Swallowed it so quickly” you could SATIATED!![Say-She-Ate-It] You’re retarded and jealous. If i said: My “Pens ill; sick w/ the lead” you’d reply: Yeah well… My PEN SPRAY HARDER DUDE! See my point? We’ll never “See eye to eye” cos everythings a competition-w/-you, you’re constant-bitching’-is-thru FRIEND, SAY ISN’T TRUE MecH you’re so “Cross eyed” you can see “Both Sundays” on a WENS’DAY AFTERNOON!! Claims he’s a WEAPON, FARSE he’s “Talking shit w/ enough cheek” for a SECOND ARSE!! That thing on my waist? Make erry’ones “Eyes wide” like the first time a baby TRIES SOME PUDDING. From “Free’s are too fire”... to dropping this retard, no FRIES ARE COOKING. So if you’re claiming you’re “The one to end me?” like you’ve been CHOSEN TO SLAY O? Fucking handicap. I’ll never be “Killed by a vegetable”... Shout out to a “PHROXEN” POTATO!! [Freezer, Frozen] This fat cow tryn’a BATTLE GOD? He’ll be “Shocked; when the metal comes out”... no CATTLE PROD!! MecH reciting the same “Old lines in text” like he’s giving an HISTORICAL LESSON! I see who you “Really are”, welcome to THIS ORACLE SESSION. What's your name again? Nevermind.. It was an “RHETORIK”AL QUESTION!! You the type’a guy who STACKs BREAD AN SPARK GAUGES? Ready to “Squeeze something that’ll pop?” Please even your pencil LACKs LEAD TO MARK PAGES so you “Shooting for the win?” Is something “No one can see” like BLACK HEADs ON DARK FACES!!
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You couldn't win shit without dickriders, I can PROVE HIS CON. He'll prepare-his-sights on every NOOB N JOHN then goes "parasite" before MOVING ON! Thats why, In the chat, you'll catch this DOOFIS ON some NEW KIDS DONG Tryna "stick out in that lower region" like PUBIS MONS. When I said he's catching a 16 he wanna double that, but we LEARNING DUDE IS JUST BORING, AY? You barely gettin-off-ya-ass You been "livin in the past"-32 WAS YA GLORY DAYS! I guess I OWE HIM A SPAR THOUGH. Callin me son? I must be Thor... I'm CHOSEN, WE ALL KNOW! I got that "thunder at hand", he in the clouds tryna POSE AS A MARSHALL but he "cant actually lift the hammer"... that's why we dont see ODIN (N) MARVEL!! Listen, Ya girl likes my smooth talk... and the ORAL IM GIVIN HER. When she *smile direct at me? I'm in her mouth, when im at her HOME AS A VISTOR! & his crew's an *invisible alignment and, well.. the MORAL IS SIMILAR! "biting pushes the rest out" like TEMPORAL MANDIBULAR! I said the ancient bars he clings to is TRASH, & HES BEEFIN ME.Or could HALF OF THE REASON BE I put him on BLAST EVEN RECENTLY? Now he'll show us that "old junk" since he's a GRAMPS WITH NO DECENCY!(LOL!) Your youth-is-passed-bruh, you "used to gas up" but now only BRAWL N SCRAPPIN CHUMPS. Thinking I ain't "liftin-levers?" shit.. since-December?.. I’m ALWAYS AT THE PUMP!! He told Guts his verse "wouldnt fly" wit me so he "took off", where he was GOIN WAS TERMINAL. He'd "come up short on that bag"-he catchin SMOKE FROM THE PERSONALS! Yah, He’ll cry about my tournament- But aint HARASSING THE NO-SHOWS; Same kids he ASKING FA BRO VOTES & you’ll see “heads pop up outta nowhere” like some ACNE ON OLD HOES!! When I gotta "level the superficial shit at hand?" -its ACTION WIT BOTH THOSE. I'm grabbin two of these scrubs quick- SLAPPIN 'EM HO-MOS, and "take the blades to the surface" without SLASHIN SOME LOW-PROS! Difference is; I steal hoes n steal whips, You steal for survival like HATIAN THIEVES. When I say I'm "goin for the snatch".. He dont know if its "shorty's patch or im TAKING KEYS!", But he knows I do what I say, thats fact- I'll "jack Black or give her TENACIOUS D!!" If he start "pumpin his chest?".. it'll TURN INTA SOMETHING RAW. the burnah puttin holes in his shirt like some MATERNITY PUMPING BRAS! Bitch I write like a BLADE IS SHARP. Wrist flicks like cursive- with purpose.. Odin's next (necks) for me ta PROPERLY MAKE A MARK! Got this damu turnin all-blue like a CARBON & STAINLESS PART. I'll be “droppin blood-pressure”- boy, its NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!!!
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Dey had you beatin me in the tourney cus dey thought my "angles" was ugly, I had A FEW HUH..well let me flame him wit dat hot shit more than "90 degrees" now thats A CUTE ONE!(acute) If its "random bars" yall want ok Fuel can "get shots EVERYWHERE"..leave him "wasted" when I catch him "loungin", a couple(cup) "spill" him like when LEVEES TEAR! 1 on 1 fight but Ill let a few shots "ride at EVERY FAIR!" You delusional if you think u SEEING Ws (double you) u bout to BE IN TROUBLE TOO..you not even much to handle I just set da temp then its time to HEAT AND BUBBLE YOU No way u can "block" what my mind crafts(minecrafts) u not "built" for this GAME NERD..u just a "sheep" "cant even move" on ya own, Ill "cripple" u nd ya LAME(disabled) HERD! KEEP WALKIN cus you'll pay da price for dat "CHEAP TALKIN", "tag" on his head take it off his mind like DEEP THOUGHTS AND Its not lookin good for ya, this "pussys fucked" thats why he'll be a "SORE" LOSER..catch him at sunrise knock his top off, opened his "lid early" like a SHORT SNOOZER! We could box but he dont wanna "touch hands" like TRUMPS OLD WIFE..block 1 more vote on my battles and im firing arms thats MUTOMBOS HEIGHT! He playin catch up(ketchup) cus this "dawg BEEN HOT" (hotdog), wanna "muster" up da courage to SEND SHOTS but trying to "break his legos" was da only time he attempted to BEND BLOCKS! You really battled 3pointerj 6 times to STACK UP WINS..all dat snipin made you a "target" for this MATCHUP THEN, I should give u a PATCHED UP CHIN or run up on ya squad and "hit everybody wit da pound" like im tryna DAP UP FRIENDS! Hes "washed up", been in da "soaps" but if the"oppur(opera)tunity comes he not WIT DA "DRAMA"..all that "acting" how you not ready for the shoot if I "carry the 9" and "dump eight off"(adolf) like HITLERS MAMA! Da burna "air his face" I give him "SCREEN TIME..if he dont die his visions gone, just like jamie foxx as Ray he "on da SCENE BLIND" I aint talkin bout my dick when I say what Ill PULL OUT IS TOO LONG..only way you'll hear "Fuel blastin" is if he PUT OUT A NEW SONG! My writing different like LEFT HANDERS I CANT PANDER..he wit his bitch I'll let bullets fly "across"(a cross) and peel her(pillar) next to this "simp" like NED FLANDERS! Blood baths and chaos, see if he can handle this VERY LONG RUCKUS..cus if he opens his mouth and get "fly wit it" Ill put "one in his top" like CARRY ON LUGGAGE!! He think he "caked up" till I "ice" him and TAKE A SLICE"..soon as he step up to da "plate" I give him a "dirty serving" like CAJUN RICE!
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Why's the DUMMY BOTHER?? He's “Lite, across the top” like SUNNY WATERS!! Mans lines are CONSISTENT W/ CAPS, It's everyone else's fault his COMMITMENT HAS LAPSED but those 'blame games' will “Fire back in his face” if he says its cause the EQUIPMENT IS CRAP when Testing-his-fate he's Flexing-his-weight but needs help or an ASSITANT W/ THAT, we'd only see him get “Heads bouncing back, from bars” at the gym when the RESISTANT BAND SNAPS!! MM? Show PASSION IN THE THREADs YOU, be SPAZZIN' W/ THE LEAD TOO? Please...40's “Crews-in the Atlantic” 'running out of air', hope their CABIN HAS SOME HEAD ROOM “Teams drowning” held CAPTIVE IN THEIR BEDROOM “Yous-in the Titanic” as Bricks GASSIN' ALL YOU'VE SAID, DUDE you're just another Edward Smith, the CAPTAIN OF A DEAD CREW!! So whats next? I suppose this vaGINA'S A DRAGON? Please... this “Flaming cunt” some TYPE OF A CHALLENGE? if this “Pussy's firing rounds, on stage” it's during his Ping Pong act on CHINA'S GOT TALENT!! I spend time CHOPPING MY STEMS FOR THEIR DROPS. He spends time HOPPING A FENCE FROM THE COPS an as his “Bejeweled denim-jacket gets torn” s'only time this queer DROPPING SOME GEMS OFF THE TOP!! You're the “Face of wars?” then its clear COMBAT NEEDS FACE LIFTS! If 40 “Blow up, underground” its BOMB TRAPS IN BASEMENTS. This fags so dumb when the cpt said: “Autopilot is engaged” he replied: Oh My God, CONGRATULATIONS!! I Ain't “Putting new-life in this dead bitch” so when you SEE ME, HOE, CARRY A GUN cause when shit pop-off, s'like i'mma Raise-the-dead as you Face-the-lead i'll “Put a Round in ya back” like that TV SHOW, WARRIOR NUN!! Punches? You'll TRY AN SHOUT OR BOAST but I predict you'll be LYING IN YOUR POST. You're “LB's Trump”...just another bitch CRYING ABOUT VOTES!! I'm GRILLIN' THIS LAME who only “Write sick when he sign in” cause he's ILL IN HIS NAME! I got the SKILL AN THE AIM to start KILLIN' HIS DAME, i'll “Shoot his bitch in the mouth”, have her SPILLIN' SOME BRAIN!! I've “Given him the brush” so many times by now, i guess he's making a comPLAINT, HE NEEDED THIS BOUT but it's a TAINT WE NEEDED TO COUNT cause that '9%-of-his-tourney-run i-resent-from-that-sorely-cunt' what i AIN'T DEFEATED THE DOUBT? Like it's hard to “Grasp the picture” Bruh... you got One vote from PAINT'S DELETED ACCOUNT!! So 40 “Buzzing w/ the punches?” I just LAUGH AT HIM AN SUGGEST IT's “A lot of shit talk” from someone who's ABDOMENs THAT CONGESTED 'cause if he ever had a “Hand-in some fly hits?” it was as an AFRICAN SLAP CONTESTANT!!
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..:Illmania 3 ClassicK vs LoD : GOOD GRIEF & FUEL vs Path & Wayco :.. pull out the iron and have the "Torch Blazin" and SPEEDING ON YA CREW!! when all ya heads "Up Against The Thing" it'll leave the LEGION CAUGHT WIT WOUNDS so when ya "Faces Covered In Metal"... you'll NEED A "DOCTOR, DOOM"!! (Fantastic Four) if LBs System says the VOTES ARE LEANING toward Path & Wayco's verse than you KNOW ITS CHEATING!! either that or the "Server Is Mixing Up Flows" like Snape at a POTIONS TEACHING!! (Serverus) when it come to gangsta shit, he aint in my "Field Of Sickness" cuz BUDDY IS A GEEK!! *LAUGHS TILL HE PEES* if I catch his ASS IN THE STREETS we wouldnt see "PATH ALL O.G."... talkin the STUDY OF DISEASE!! (Pathology) if LB was the army you FOOLS ARENT THE VET'RANS!! ClassicK are Generals... you privates too low a RANK FOR DEMANDIN!! you'll feel the authority when "RULE's ON YA NECK LESS'" you respect the "CHAIN OF COMMANDMENTS"!! you know what FUEL?... LoD is the best... when it comes to GETTIN Ls or pickin the FITTEST MALES in PRISON JAILS!!!! (but at winning battles, no) so if we talkin about the greatest and Path & "Way The Options"... it must be on a "DIFFERENT SCALE"!!! ...*Tag*... I'm 'Always High' like SPARKIN' THE HERBS an when i START WIT THE VERBS Fuel 'Higher Than Path' like PARKIN' ON CURBS!! Don't need to be on a 'Determind Diet' to PASS 'WAY' ya may think “This a Troll” but i gotta LAUGH AYE cos you two made “This a Stroll”...'PATH-WAY'!! Wayco, dude your FLOW IS SIMPLE you fucking with 'The Devil' all i KNOW IS EVIL & Fuel put “P on Ground” like HOMELESS PEOPLE!! erry'time 'Fuel Drop' they ARTIFACTS, IT'S GIVEN my 'Bars are Dangerous to Gagues' now CARDIAC HAS RISSIN' cos i'm “Deadly with Pen Strokes” like HEART ATTACKS IN PRISON!! My 'Tricky Punches' the result of MAGIC HANDS an 'Point to Hitten Curbs' like an ADDICTS PLANS cos 'Fuel, Stay Above Path' like TRAFFIC JAMS!! I'm 'Fly with Fists' even have the COCKPIT CUSTOMIZED My punches 'Lay People to Sleep' like TOXIC LULLABIES but this mans 'Plain/Plane Hands' wouldn't 'Hold Effects' BOXIN' BUTTERFLIES!! (damn!) Ya moms like a 'Bakery on Christmas Island' the HOE'S CAKED IN CRABS an when i'm fucking her there's SO MUCH DAMN FLAB i'm like a 'Virgin at an Orgy'... i don't KNOW WHAT TO GRAB!! They “Use There Hands” when EXPRESSIN' AN APOSTREPHE but couldn't hold “Flat Facts” with an OBSESSION FOR MONOPOLY i mean these broke bitches couldn't “See Sight of Jobs” with a PROFESSION IN OPTOMETRY!! (WoW).
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Good Grief? This CHUMP IS GREAT? can't get up on a FUCKIN DATE, His hoe said he infertile… but i'll plant a knife in him JUST INCASE! stay silent, be MORE OF A MIME, an just cause you got a DC head in ya crew, you not endorsing THE KRHYME, fuckers is fibbing so when i cut them to ribbons... I dont mean FLORAL DESIGN! I can tell by Fuel's MANNERISMS he'd get RAMMED IN PRISONS, shit is game, s'why i kick the pane, like youth VANDALISM. Aye this might be SHOT IN THE DARK, but maybe if you started CHOPPIN YOUR PARTS, your flow wouldn't be AWKWARD FOR STARTS, so i'll just follow path like this gon be a WALK IN THE PARK!i mean Fuel got red hair, this lame certainly TRY A LOT, even his brows R (browser) red like the gang version of FIREFOX! You faggots can't KNOCK OR BOTHER ME, your lyrics don't GOT THE QUALITY these kid's so watered down after i kill em it'll show up in the TOXICOLOGY. Is acting the way you USUALLY DO, in ireland considered GROOVY TOO? fuel spinning blocks like a RUBIX CUBE, your state is gay, you CONFUSED?… only time I've said I RISH..I was singing 'I wish' like SCOOBY DOO. fuel, look AT HIS HAIR red headed but uses lipstick for ADDED FLARE, catch him in public i'm CLAPPIN THERE i'll live him kilt outside, like those dresses you FAGGOTS WEAR! iight, “break it down path”… Plzzz if these PRICKS DEFINE THA STREETS, ill QUICK RESIGN THA BEATS, cuz these fools get “laid out more” than SIX RECLAINER SEATS or DICKS INSIDE THA SHEETS, but LoD stand tall, n walk over GG like a CHICKS DESIGNER FEET! N like a strict mom ill leave your GAME IN A HATCH *SHUT*, u a phoney but don’t be BLAMIN THA FAT SLUT, genes? Ill straight boot ur legs cuz im CLAIMIN THA GATS CUT, so ull die slow bangin, n its ironic how u left “pyro hanging”, just to get ur NAME IN THA MATCH-UP! N Yo grief, is dps your NEXT PLAN? cuz you won't front long for classick saying they're the BEST CLAN when you seen 'more crews' than free lance DECK HANDS! n Fuel, its CUTE U DROPPED IN WHORE, but this tha legion, so when I stop ta SHOOT, CREWS POPPED HIM MORE n serve him out like FRUIT, CHOPPED IN FOUR! N yea the path name plays easy, what ROUTE U OPTIN FOR? U cud try angles but you’ll SAIL TO YO DOOM, N this fuel aint renewable with a NAIL TO YO TOMB, Faggot, ill send you dese Ls (diesel) with tha MAIL TO YO ROOM! …. & “oh ma” god; how classick got a pyro n fuel n still FAIL TO GO BOOM!!! (omagh) n fuck tha ‘mighty pen’ my SWORD TORE THRU n FLOORED YOUR CREW, grief got blasted, tha classick brief aint lasted, 1 survivor? Fuel… here a WARD FOR U (award)
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Well I smoke rocks so hvk a BODY~ROCKER..... Dis PARTY~POPPER is about ta SPIT~A~SHOCKER// Imma bad MUTHA~FUCKER and u is a DICK~SUCKER..... And ya real job is a DIRTY~CHICKEN~PLUCKER// Ma raps are PUCKER hvk knows ALL~DA~ROPES..... ppl ski down me coz I'm high AS~A~SLOPE// Will ya beat me NOPE coz all ma RHYMES~ARE~DOPE..... I get so much respect in rap IM~DA~POPE// Ya got no HOPE in dis battle IT~IS~MINE..... I take u to a place where da SUN~DOSENT~SHINE// Learn from da best bitch hvk IS~A~SHRINE..... ma rhymes are FINE coz I spit freely ALL~DA~TIME// Ya cant spit so ya MIME ya dark even in SUMMERTIME..... I bubble you up like u SPARKLIN~WINE// Im hard like PINE when I pull out MA~NINE..... Ya a skanky bitch and ya roll around IN~SLIME// I am SUPPLIME Coz I always RAP~SO~NEAT..... Always fit da box and make sure THEY~COMPLETE// I bring all da HEAT and always reach ma FEAT..... any muthafucka hvk will Fuckin DEFEAT// Bitches feel ma BEAT feel it down any STREET..... Battlin hvk its hard to COMPETE// Leave ya still like CONCRETE while ya bitch sucks MA~MEAT..... DNA is ma crew and they are MY~ELITE// Ya better not be A~CHEAT coz hate votes da only WAY~YA~WIN..... Im da lion and u is MADE~OF~TIN// Im a fuckin devil so jus watch for ma EVIL~GRIN.... Its like we watchin he-man imma male EVIL~LIN// Ya body in a BIN coz ya skinny and SO~THIN..... Imma chop ya body up startin wit YA~SHIN// Imma keep cuttin and cuttin all da way to YA~CHIN..... Then hang ya flesh up usin just a DRAWIN~PIN// Dont know why im tryin coz Mcelly aint HOT// Imma slow down bitch so ya actually read ma SHOT// Ma structure so easy to get its like a DOT~TO~DOT// Need to remind u ya shit coz ya seem to HAVE~FOR~GOT// Imma bury ya alilve so ya witness YA~BODY~ROT// You say u a gangsta but I ashure ya YOU~NOT// So do what ya do best and just smoke ya FUCKIN~POT// Coz Mcelly is a bitch and need his mum to ROCK~HIS~COT// No talent you GOT ya fire ya GUN~AND~MISS// Expectin to win wit dat now u TAKE~DA~PISS// So get on yo knees and fuckin MAKE~A~WISH// Imma magic you away like a wizard listen to MA~WOND~SWISH// This is a freestyle dont wanna waste TOO~MANY~LINES// Coz dis cat weak and aint got no bars IN~HIS~RHYMES// Hvk will blow ya up coz I place LOTS~OF~MINES// DNA4LIFE MUTHAFUCKER TRY US ANYTIME. peace
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Knoxville's playing the lower register like he's forgotten Ray Brown.
So she's painting the bed when he's taking cakes to his head like a modern day clown. He had a dirtbike from heaven land on him. Will make you squeal and get the tics. Cuz it ain't a threesome with the chicks when this Evil Knievel split his dick. Maybe I'm crazy like Preston Lacy dressed as a lady chasing a baby. But I'll be damned if I let this pain in the ass entertaining teenagers fade me. They're watching boxing but it's boring. Cuz Knox will have them snoring. He must have won, cuz when he was sawing logs, his hand was soaring. Re: The Shaman vs. Knoxville Your a Noob I’m here picking the stab fuck guns these hands is quick & be Switching the jabs, Life is always a surprising battle & You’ll need more than miracle that’s been kicking his ass. For a teacher? Your weak and trash Trust me you’ll bleed when stabbed, Nobody cares about “The’s Story” cuz a lot of us use to sleep during class. I’m the king on social media trust me kid the crowns in place You ever go live is like Shannon sharpe only difference is it’s me beating blood down ya face. Smile is worth a lot & I dnt like ur Annoying Grin you’ll get left bloody with torn ribs, Brought this switch blade’ll split Man Into Two at birth like Conjoined Twins. |
You gone need more than "32~lines" Yous an mc who "fisicaly" HATES~RHYMES// Yous the "anti-rapper" wit "those~lyrics" have me thinkin you HATES~LINES// Ya hate your own lines more dan PROS~DO!// Yous a pop "singer~in~disguise" bitch ima bout to EXPOSE~YOU// Btch ima let me finger LINGER~N~RISE// Wit one line i gots ya mind FROZE~BLUE// Yous stuck to cocks like WOOD~GLUE//(get it) fagget of the year, gays CHOSE~YOU// They even have you on the "front~cover" I got the info off YA~MOTHER// Im da bitch's "secrect~lover" oh, i let it slip,shit, well now ya know, say hello to YA~FATHER// Im going to smash THIS~LAME// im da true cause of HIS~SHAME// when peeps speak HIS~NAME// Its only to DISS~HIS~GAME// Yous "wack~fact" ya can't SPIT~A~HIT// My bowls like epilepsy, i shit an you TAKE~A~FIT// Yous "lyricaly~mute" n "fisicly~deff" n after "this~txt" YOU'LL~B~BLIND!// Like kids teddy's yous "metaly~cute" n that shit won't do WHO'LL~B~KIND?// N let you know how wack you really is? no probs i got this, THIS~I~GOT//(think) I piss on me gats n den shoot, so you die from PISS~DIE~SHOT// Now my urine in "your~system" straight INVADING~N~SPREADING// Easy how i make "you~listen" now my germs SETTLING~N~BREADING// No way you gone beat this QUICK~DEMON// Get in me way ima SPIT~VENOUM// Kinda same way ya moms gargles FIT~SEEMEN// She the sickest bitch on da SET~YET// Ima beat you like i do her, nice n BET~WET!// You bein beatin by my MOUTH~SPITS// Ya moms get beatin by my jap eye LOAD~DRIPS// Cos both yous b screamin both yous lil PROUD~SHITS i SPIT~HITS~SICK// dat SPLIT~SHITS~QUICK// split em STRAIGHT~DOWN~DA~MIDDLE// into 2, n have em wunder bout FATE~ROUND~DA~BIBLE// wile I CREATE~SOUND~ON~PEDDLE// like if my foot was put to da floor, n DEBATE~TOWN~ON~METAL// Cos to many youngsters LISTENING~TO~ROCK// When its mc�s who GLISTENING~TRUE~OCK// But you AINT~NO~RAPPER// Dis bitch probably FAINT~ON~PAPPER// Before he see da pen, he PAINT~ON~MEDIA// (windows) copy n paste job like it�s not a TAINT~OF~IDEA// Rap has sent a SAINT~TO~FEED~YA// Wit da EXQUISITE~LYRICS~HE~TYPE// Were as dis bitch nuttin but BULLSHIT~LIC~DICKS~HE~LIKE// An has his whole crew HELPIN~HIM~TO~WRITE// Try to be MAKIN~HIM~SO~HYPE// Shit ya could have a hundred CREWS~BEHIND~YOU// But ya still wanna CHOOSE~MY~MIND~FOOL// Cos u aint even a WANNA~BE~MC// Yous a WANNA~BE~ME// This fool is so clever he SHOWER~WIT~A~HAIR~DRYER// We both spit but mine TOWER~WIT~A~STAIR~HIGHER// Cos my spitten POWER~HIT~DIRECT~PLAYER// Send ya ass in da WRONG~DIRECTION// Bet ya see me in his SONG~COLLECTION// I�ve started me own lil THONG~SELECTION// (ha ha) Of da ones I keep receiving FROM~YA~HORNY~MOTHER// My crew gone BOMB~DIS~CORNY~BLUFER// We know god LOVES~A~TRYER// But he SHUVES~A~LIAR// Straight into da CUFFS~OF~FIRE// Fucking wit me ya must wanna DIE~YOUNG// Cos i'll FRY~SOME// Fools who choose to TRY~SOME// Fucking stupid ass spits thats LIE~DUMB// So close ya mouth BEFORE~YA~DO~SPEAK// Cos my shit BE~PURE~ON~DA~STREET// ..2FUEL..
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Ayo�This fool need an instruction manual for a ~BOTTLE OPENER~ Ya couldn�t score if you was a member card ~BROTHLE HOLDER~ If rap was a bike say my ~THROTTLE COLDER~ Tryin to rap aint the way to ~CURE HOBBITS~ There aint no way, ya�ll just some ~MORE MIDGETS~ Me raps so sick they like ~PURE VOMITS~ Cos my rhymes come from ~CORE SUMMITS~ All my lines ~HOT LIKE LAVA~ Fuck wit me da papers gone read another ~SHOT KILL JAVA/ JAFA(northern Ireland prodastant) you�s just mad cos ya blood da colour of ~ORANGE/(orange men, get it?) If you was a carpenter ya couldn�t straighten doors ~OR A HINGE~ In other words no matter what you do it ~STILL BE WACK~ When I spit I be ~ILL ON TRACK~ Only talent this fool have is ~SKILL ON SACK~ Ya fuckin ~GRADE A FAG~ Bring ya guns to da fight all I need is a ~BLADE N BAG~ Slice you up n drag ya ass to ya ~MOM CRIB~ You like bush sayin sadam gots weapons of mass destruction, its just a ~BOMB FIB~ (lie) This fool spit on da mic n leave wit a ~BUSTED LIP~ End up looking like he a blood dat TRUSTED CRIP~ In this game the jumper of rap only a FEW~WEAR/ FEWER be comin wit the ~SICK SPITS~ That put fags like u n ya crew into ~QUICK FITS~ Yous some dumb ~THICK SHITS~ When he fuckin it aint da condom its his ~PRICK SPLITS~ Cos he weak in ~ALL ASPECTS~ So steppin to me aint no challenge, ya just goin ~FALL BASTIDS~ So i can fill ~YA'LL CASKETS~ Up dat i ordered in pre-THIS BATTLE~ When i say he ~KISS CATTLE~ Im talkin bout his moms da ~TOWN COW~ She so fucking fat ya wanna she dat bitch ~DOWN CHOW~ Da look on his face yeah, he ~FROWN NOW~..All my foe's i be ~KILLEN EM HARDER~ hate it when rappers say they gots a white fan base cos ~EMINE THEY PARTNER~ i put 2pac n Nas no.1 in me ~TOP TEN LIST~ bitch we can get to fighting cos i move so quick ya won''t ~COP DA FIST~ dat ~NOCK DA LISP~ straight outta ya so called ~HOT TALK LIPS~, after this battle ppl gone be say i ~SHOT SOME SHITS~, you losing so bitch ~STOP DA FITS~put da mic down, just call ~IT QUITS~ you no mc, ya head aint filled wit rhymes, its filled ~WIT NITS~ a new type of rap ~I-DID-IT/ IDYLLIC is how i ~SPIT MINE~this fool even want my poo, cos my ~SHIT SHINE~,, outta 10 gimme a 9 an watch as i let ~IT EXPLOAD~ even when i relaxing i ~SIT IN-MOAD~ to let all ~QUICK UN-FOLED~, when i see ya moms da ~TRICK BE-TOLED~ oil up ya ass n get ~IT IN-MOAD~(HA HA)Watch as my ~GATS UNLOAD~ Make ya blood drip to get da ~BATS IN MOAD~ Stick dynamite up ya as so we can watch the ~FATS EXPLOAD~ When I step out me whip look at da red ~MATS UNROLLED~ Cos in this game I treated ~LIKE ROYALTY~ In me crew I gots one motto n dats to ~HYPE LOYALTY~ Fuckin wit me I ~SUGGEST A VEST~ Cos my words like AK rounds, they�ll just ~PROGRESS YA CHEST~ In this game I ~DIGEST THA BEST~ An still ~IMPRESS THA REST~ Think I aint good? Well then ~INVEST FOR TEST~ An watch as I get all ~STRAIGHT A�S~, I aint homophobic but I ~HATE GAYS~ So in other words I hate peeps ~LIKE YOU~ On the rap seen ya know I ~HYPE TRUE~ when i spit i ~SPIT TO DEATH~ Get it all out ~WIT ONE BREATH~ Oppposing me fool of you all there is, is ~SHIT BE LEFT~ Cos i make ya ~SHIT YO SELF~ Be for you run, co ya know i ~SPIT FO WEALTH~ ..2FUEL.. this all i need to do against this fool!!!
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Cat's sleep on me like they narcoLEPTIC A Skeptic?/Naw, They know my rhymes are SEPTIC Have you in an EPILEPTIC/CONVULSION It's like a COMPULSION/Schul is over, this is your EXPULSION You pussy, you belong in a DEVOTIONAL CONVENT/Your bitch ass spittin' with EMOTIONAL CONTENT My flows are OPERATIC/STOP THE STATIC/Unstash the gats to COP THE 'MATIC Push the clutch and you SO SPRUNG G/'Cause I'll shoot up schools like CHO SEUNG-HUI I shoot up V-TECHS in V-NECKS/You BE NEXT so flee when you SEE-TECHS/Get crushed if your respond so FLEE-TEXT My IN-RHYMES stay IN-LINE, you can't use a MULTIPLE/I'll kill your faggot ass, and not be held CULPABLE It's the Jew with the nose like a SKI-SLOPE/Compared to me, you'll never BE-DOPE I speak the truth for a fee, it's like I SELL-CANDOR/That's why some call me Mindless the L-HANDER From the midwest, 812 of the I-N/Make your text box a VESSLE to DIE-IN/For you to NESTLE and CRY IN/Put the heat to it and your CHEST'LL be FRYIN'/You LYIN', you ain't never been EV-IL/Must be barren, 'cause you couldn't conCIEVE ILL/ The shit this cat says, don't put any STOCK-IN-IT/Got my cock on his lips like he ROCKIN'-IT This battle is already over, know that you lost it/Acidics lyrics burn you like they caustic
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My armor is contempt. My shield is disgust. My sword is hatred. In the Emperor's name... let none survive. {Hastur vs Bleu - LBT Title Match, Jan. 2014} || you're the "pits, on this board," god DAMN THIS KID'S SO LAME! cos will we see this "man call a set, and pieces?" not even if you HAVIN SOME STONES PLACED in AFRICAN BOARD GAMES!! (mancala set & pieces) // so tell me, why the fuck should i BATTLE A KNOWN LAME? damn this BROAD IS THE WORST!! just fuckin "cut the crap" already, or are those the SONGS YOU RECORD? cause anyone sayin' "We gettin' that B, nasty," WALKED TO THE STORE to buy a BARZILLA SHIRT!! (bnas tee) \ he don't have a chance to be DROPPING-the-LORD if he don't have his crew to lean ON FOR SUPPORT. he'll bring manny back to help JOTTIN HIS VERSE, he THOUGHT IT WOULD WORK but now i'm "clappin at the Bleu/Man Group," so cut the "COMEDY, NERDS!" (blue man group) \ lol. first he "denies he's gettin beaten" and CLAIM'S THAT I'M WEAK. then next he gets 'ANGRY AT ME' then "bargains with manny" for a foe he MAYBE CAN BEAT. then next he's "depressed", he's such a "FAILURE YOU SEE." now it's kinda like your last foe these are the "STAGES OF GRIEF!!" haha. if u try & “move a bit, to my address,” that’s where i got PIECES-n’-RATCHET’S, SOOOO why put claims of being “buffer, over flow” when im LEAVING THE FACT EXPOSED that in-the-fray you’ll last for “zero-days” : that’s the REASON THIS “HACK’S UNKNOWN”!! (research) \ lemme make this "bud wiser," if we BEEFIN YOU'LL HAVE TO GO!! cause i'll snap his "core... own a light rapper" w/o DRINKING SOME CANS and LEAVING THE PACKAGE BROKE!!! (budweiser, corona light wrapper) \ beer talk aside, fuck what “He brews;” he ain’t KEEPIN’ A GAT TO BLOW!! so when “a diss-i-pull, shows his true nature,” are we SEEING THE PAST UNFOLD during JESUS’S PASSION? NO! that’s cause i “question some’uh the illogica’l nonsense,” witout SCREAMING “IRRATIONAL” at a THESIS A CATHOLIC WROTE!!! (hebrews, disciple, summa theologica) \ he scared of saying "H on our block!/H&R block," so why you thinking you tax us bro? lol. \ you beastin’?... a “pound, puts-you-away” it’s EASY TO CRACK YA DOME! then imma knock ya "chin... chill a dawg out," as im "BEATING SOME ANIMALS"!! (chinchilla) \ nigga, if you SLEEP ON WHAT HASTUR THROWS, i’ll remind em how even the LEGION CAN’T STAND THIS HOE! cuz we see “He pissed ‘em all: a G is felled?” but i guess that kinda “THINKING IS PAST YA SCOPE”!! (epistemology has failed) \
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Nah Ya PAIED-YA-WHORE-THRILLER See X SLAYED-YA-POOR-FILLERS../1 Fuck Playing Ya Tune Your MinorGurl Im A MAJOR-CHORD-KILLER../2(piano) Im STEPING-PIST-G Ya Got Pure Ventalation What Ya VENTING-MIST-ME../3 Just Ad J-Kwon To The Equation And Reme Is GETTING-TIPED-SEE../4(tipsy) Ma CURSE-IS-SINKING-SHIT Ill Make You Feel WORSE-FOR-THINKING-IT../5 Ya Shit Aint Touching Me Ya Volume Is Weak Like Ya VERSE-WAS-DRINKING-IT../6 Im SHAKING-YA-KEYS I Spit Flames Im BAKING-MA-FREES There Aint No FAKING-TO-BLEED../7 Cuz When I Say im Popping Ya Cap fuck Drinks And Hats Im TAKING-YA-KNEE'S../8 Aint You HEARD-IM-NICE All Ma Limbs Spit Hot I kEEP mA NERVES-IN-SPICE../9 Ill Split You Up In To Two Take "Reme" Then SERVE-THE-ICE.../10(wattt peep her name) Nah I Aint Driving When I Put Ya Metal To The Floor Imma THROTTLE-YOU-SLUT../11 Scared Of You Nahh.. Fuck Reme Imma Just BOTTLE-YOU-UP.../12 Im PHYSICAL-SPILL-FLOWS Ma Souls As Far As SPIRITUAL-HILLS-GO../13 Ma Rhymes Just Penetrate This Bitch Like A LYRICAL-DILDO../14 Im Firing So Many Shots You Should Be CLOCKING-MA-NUTZ../15 Its Like A Rhyme Of Rape The Way Im Just FUCKING-YOU-UP../16 Im BUSTING-YA-WORLD Cuz You Aint RUSHING-THIS-WHIRL../17 Some One Gunna Call Me A Paedophile Cuz These Hands Is TOUCHING-THIS-GURL../18 Don�t Matter If Im Packing A SEMI-OR-A-FOUR Im Popping To MANY-TO-THIS-WHORE../19 Nah I Aint Pouring Liquor Out When I Say Imma Put REME-TO-THE-FLOOR../20 The Way Ive Killed You In Every Line The Only Dude You Can MARRY-IS-KENNY../21(south park) Fuck Picking You Up In The Club Is The Only Time Imma CARRY-YOU-REME../22 No Ones FEELING-YOU-REME Im Above You Theres No REAVILING-WHO-SENT-ME../23 Is That All You Got Ill Devour Ya Contents Im Just LEAVING-YOU-EMPTY../24(think) I Was PREPPING-AT-TEN Now Im BETTING-YA-PEN After Im Done You Aint REPPING-AGAIN../25 Your Just Gunna Get �Fucked Over� When Ya STEPPING-TO-MEN../26 Ya Kneck Gunna Hurt From COPING-MA-ROPE-RHYMES Im Just STOPPING-TO-SMOKE-MINDS../27 Watch The Dealers Raid Ma Shit Im Just DROPING-THOSE-DOPE-LINES../28 Your Gunna Bow Imma BUTCH-YA-KNEES So CLUTCH-YA-FREES Ill Tape You Up And HUSH-YA-PLEAS../29 You Gotta Be One Hell Of A Locksmith To TOUCH-MA-KEYS../30 Watch Ya SKIN-RIP-IN-TROUGHS Ill SPIN-BITS-TO-ROT Now You SIN-SHIT-THATS-HOT../31 Ive Had The Best Part Of You Reme Time To Move On Let Me FINISH-YOU-OFF../32(bottoms up)
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Aw, yeah (It's like this, like this) It's Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass ('Til forever, 'til forever) One time for your motherfucking mind (For MCs, MCs) We represent the 313 You know what I'm saying? Yo they don't know shit about this For the '96 Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxing, the zany-acting maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks runs My rhyming skills got you climbing hills I travel through your mind and chill your spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects And twisting necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up Twist 'em up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car tunes than animation My lamination of nar-er-ration Hits a snare and bass in a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring gazing I turn the stage into a barren wasteland I'm infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp and then two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a Jeep full of people MCs are feeble, I came to 'cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MCs and stand the lonely one Imitator, intimidator, stimulator, simulator of data, eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces My a cappella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis It eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O So I'm assuming all responsibility 'Cause there's a monster real in me that always wants to kill MCs Mic nestler, slamming like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smuggling embezzler No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical I get cynical act a fool then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy In fact I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam Plus the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be, 'cause once you make an instant hit I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit I'm infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite '95, '96 ('96) And on and on and on (and on and on) |
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Go Back Netcees > Vault > Archives > Hall of Names Reload this Page Frank aka Frank Palanza aka i.E Welcome, Lindel. You last visited: Today at 03:45 AM Private Messages: Unread 0, Total 1. User CP FAQ Community Calendar New Posts Search Quick Links Log Out User Tag List Reply Thread Tools Search this Thread Rate Thread Display Modes Old 06-07-2018, 06:46 PM #1 sral LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS sral's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: CRUMPETVILLE Posts: 8,605 Battle Record: 28-3 Champed - Gimmick Battle League - The Winter Topical - Topical Martyrs - Lime Green Poetry Association - Lyric Olympics - Art of Writing League - Guerrilla Writing League (2x) - Black August II Rep Power: 85899394 sral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond repute Default Frank aka Frank Palanza aka i.E posted at: D12World, RapBattles, RhymeNReason, Netcees, UrbanProwlers "8 MILLION Storys" (2011) Shuffled the cards, musty gust blew from the armpit It puzzled the guards.. nostrils flarin’ in the lagoon of the arch men In a room full of watchmen with a view of a marksmen ; Living life in the bulls eye zoom from the dark end A target.. ''I aint convinced I’m a convict.. In conflict with the grimiest cons on the continent; consequence in each contest " He said "I got five maybe six and a poss, shiit.. lets just say 6 books Oh and frank.. I needa copy of your 6th book " Deal again I got 10 someone else said reshuffling kings and queens like a fairytale flipbook "Yous a slick crook! the way you convinced the judge get you off the hook without a nick" Felt I had it good.. like their lawyers got gypped/juxed These weren’t exactly the sharpest tools in the shed, just some state pens that dripped when they slit you If they get you, they smile you with a swift swoop My slice of the pie got the next guy swiping, I got ride or die issues I was jumped in this jump suit, blow the whistle you don't hear the scars Or see me reflecting on hard times, holding mirrors through these bars In Spofford, when the martyrs I listened to were conquered Ball and chain on Christmas day presenting skip it to my daughter Sitting with your thoughts they say misery loves company in its quarters Started these calendars so long ago Mayans discussed with me they be shorter I'm sure If I wasn't a snorter I’d be smelling shore water "Order in the court!", "Can I take your order?" playing over like a reporters recorder in my skull… "count the score up!!!" ---Broke my daydream TABLE WAS SLAMMED Upset, slammed the deck like a tidal wave naval command Cards like superman-flying trying to save you and cradle the land with a clear shot of hearts, cupid pulled something fatal from his band Nine of diamonds blinded him, with Draino from the damned Little jokers cuttin’ at a hundred degrees like a molten man Medulla Oblongata spilling lava from a molded can cold hearts, melted puddles where the frozen ran Gambit throwing hands... cool as a Japanese folding fan ---------I remember feeding pelicans fish off the pier Being moved from Rikers to pelican bay, feeling that fish fear as it went thru the air I just killed a man over bags, I'd have packed in a year Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in the chair __________________ - Netcees Rebuttal Tourney - Art of Writing League (x 4) - AOWL Season 11 Champion (Undefeated Season) sral is offline Add to sral's Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Old 06-13-2018, 02:55 PM #2 sral LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS sral's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: CRUMPETVILLE Posts: 8,605 Battle Record: 28-3 Champed - Gimmick Battle League - The Winter Topical - Topical Martyrs - Lime Green Poetry Association - Lyric Olympics - Art of Writing League - Guerrilla Writing League (2x) - Black August II Rep Power: 85899394 sral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond repute Default "Me In 10 Years" (2002) Topical Tourny Verse, Enjoy. Regular day, I went to sleep as usual proud & gloating Next morning I awake sporting chest hair & a goatee, What the fuck is up? I wasn’t aware at this instance Got up to take a piss & well there was a big difference I glanced in the mirror, I was scared & feeling shook What I saw was a man, with a wiser appeal to his look Somebody knocked on the door my heart skipped a beat It was a beautiful woman who asked ‘’Honey, how’d you sleep’’? She kissed me on the cheek, held my arm very steady Then said softly, ‘’sweetie, if your hungry breakfast is ready’’ That’s when some kid bumped into me and it really hurt Then he said ‘’dad, remember to pick my PS2 up after work!’’ What was happening?! Out the door, I was setting to leave When the lady called out, ‘’Hey! Aren’t you forgetting your keys!’’ No lie, I was terrified! I was just about to start to cry That’s when I saw a dope cherry red jaguar parked outside I grabbed a newspaper; to try to figure it out to my self I looked at the top right corner it read ‘’Tuesday august 13, 2012’’ I dropped the paper, went to see my friend Piier Meyo When she said, ‘’Gosh, that kid moved out yeaaars ago’’ I went to my basketball coach right there and then Asked if he remembered me, he said ‘’haven’t saw you in ages, how’ve you been?!’’ Told him I needed to know when he last saw me the same He said, ‘’last time I saw you, you won us the city championship game’’ I couldn’t find the answer, so I sped off out of sight And went to the person I thought would know everything, my wife! I came in & kissed her asked her how we met and our history But she was to busy pulling my clothes off and kissing me older gives you advantages, so I stuck in her carefully and all I heard was…Anthony, Anthony, Anthony!!! Aunt: …Anthony, Anthony, wake up, you`re going to be later for school Anthony: Please tell me I wasn’t dreaming! Aunt: get up stupid! :: Looks In mirror :: FUCK!!! 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(2002) [ topical tourny verse ] This is my heart and soul..enjoy Aiiyo, Hey its Thomas, leave a message after the tone for fucking sake ‘’Such a party mouth, any who’s I’m in the hospital with a stomach ache Don’t worry its nothing major, no need to come and it wasn’t your dad I…ummm.i..i…. just had a little slip when I tried to jump in to the cab Its ok, really it is, got to go love ya’’ off the train, from reading a fable Sprinted home to see mom, got inside and placed my keys on the table But she wasn’t in sight, I heard the message, I froze…stopped in fright Then I Ran down the stairs as quickly as possible to unlock my bike I hope this was nothing serious, as I rode I hoped, prayed with wishing Just 2 weeks ago I was picking up my moms from getting her new bottled prescriptions I rode past torn down buildings, old lady sweeping their porch with a broom And 14 blocks later, I finally reach the hospitals emergency room She’s in intensive care; oh please god let you turn the tables this week Armed hooked up to IV, drooling and she Is barely able to speak Her veins the color purple, oh god I cried, prayed and hoped now When she got the strength to speak, a strong booming voice had been broke down Ribs showing, matted hair, right now, I felt like hoping to die Then the nurse said ‘’c’mon Sybil, your sons here, open your eyes’’ Old wise eyes looking at me with her body stiff, hadn’t visited in days now Then the nurse whispered, ‘’she might not remember you the medication leave her dazed out Don’t cha cry now boi, be strong for her’’ was this just a phase or sickness? I asked the doctor how long she had, and she answered ‘’days or minutes’’ I regret not visiting, she might die…man I was already scared Went down stairs, to buy her some flowers and a teddy bear Got back up stairs, and 10 doctors were around her, was this a dream, shit! Nurse said ‘’that’s her son’’ lead doctor said ‘’I don’t think he should see this’’ Let me at least say my last my last words, I feared this day… As I walked up to the bed, the large crowd just cleared away Her dazed look became sharp, just like that..A death sentence..bam! Put my head down and cried, when somebody clenched my hand Through her week old makeup, I saw her bight blue eyes, were her ways done? When the weakest most embarrassed voice said ‘’I have aids, my love You’re the best son a mother could have; you’re my heart and my sight And I’d be dead a lonnnng time ago, if I didn’t have you in my life'' She used her last bit of strength to sit up & give me a kiss on my fat cheek Smiled her brightest smile, laid down peacefully as her heart monitor gave its last beep The nurse closed my mom’s eyes; in the back the nurse gave the funeral a call… As I gazed at my mom’s proud smile, I knew things were going to be fine after all ‘‘But grandpa grandpa, don’t you miss her, and don’t be kidding please’’ Yeah, I do, but she’s watching over me, and I bet you right now she’s listening.. __________________ - Netcees Rebuttal Tourney - Art of Writing League (x 4) - AOWL Season 11 Champion (Undefeated Season) sral is offline Add to sral's Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Old 06-13-2018, 03:33 PM #4 sral LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS sral's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: CRUMPETVILLE Posts: 8,605 Battle Record: 28-3 Champed - Gimmick Battle League - The Winter Topical - Topical Martyrs - Lime Green Poetry Association - Lyric Olympics - Art of Writing League - Guerrilla Writing League (2x) - Black August II Rep Power: 85899394 sral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond repute Default "Envy" (2002) James Evans; the most popular kid in school. The rich family, the hot chicks, the cool kids looking up to him. Good grades, he did everything the best. Most popular in the whole neighborhood. Then a kid named Payson Envy, the total opposite, this a story about what jealousy can do to you. Crying through out nights, for me that’s how all days ended There is no denying the envy I had for this kid James Evans Laid back nights enjoying life, I mean who needs school shiit…. I wasn’t worried about grades; I wanted to be a cool kid I wanted to be cool and live in a fortress and be unhurt able The kid showing up to school in brand new porches & convertibles But I wasn’t, I would lock myself away, and just sit in fear Why couldn’t I be cool?! So to you I jot down my crippled tears ..Ahem One day I’ll just die in my nightmares, somebody just bomb dreams Couldn’t take being over looked by the popular obnoxious prom king I looked around the house for weapons; I found a gat and some pliers Went down to the school parking lot, found his car and flattened his tires Bell hits three; out he comes with a varsity jacket and the fly chicks Some white bitch, oh how badly I just wanted to be his sidekick But he never went to this car, but I could see him partly in sight That’s when I heard that there was going to be a party tonight & He was attending, that night I was going to feel imperial I would show him that this nobody was friend material Pulled up in my beetle & then I saw him come out of his Porsche AHHHh! That’s it!! I cant fucking to take this shit anymore!! I ran up to him quickly just while he was greeting his friends Straight jabbed him in the mouth, now he was meeting the fence I couldn’t seem to stop attacking him, I felt someone kick And by the time I got off him, my hands were bloody fist All these years of envy, now I should dare smile?! I wanted everything… His clothes, his chicks & kicks, I even wanted his hairstyle! Forget being cool, I was hated – now I felt dead alone Visiting the grave, with the words James Evans on the headstone I want everything he has!! I Cant Live Without Him!! Digged up the coffin, took a gun – now you have to ask this… Is Envy so strong that its got me willing to share this niccuhs casket? R.I.P – James Evans. 1985 – 2002. R.I.P – Payson Envy. 1987 - 2002 __________________ - Netcees Rebuttal Tourney - Art of Writing League (x 4) - AOWL Season 11 Champion (Undefeated Season) sral is offline Add to sral's Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Old 06-13-2018, 03:34 PM #5 sral LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS sral's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: CRUMPETVILLE Posts: 8,605 Battle Record: 28-3 Champed - Gimmick Battle League - The Winter Topical - Topical Martyrs - Lime Green Poetry Association - Lyric Olympics - Art of Writing League - Guerrilla Writing League (2x) - Black August II Rep Power: 85899394 sral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond repute Default "WA Title Match" (2002) His Name Is Phear. My Record Is 9-1-1. His Is 6-0. A Sight For Sore Eyes – Man, You’re Nothing To Start Winking At Break Thoughts, When I Pull The Brim Back On Your Thinking Cap In Fact Phear Is Scared Of Dying, I Mean Take This Shit For Instance Man, After I Damage His Skull He’ll need My Record For Assistance Dope & Its Hopeless When I’m Throwing Explosives & Carry Bombs While… Your Career Is In Left Field, Trying To Shake Hands With Barry Bonds Your Whack, But I Guess You Don’t KNOW BETTER…But Wait Bitch I Almost Forget You Just Met Me, Please Refrain My Earlier Statement When It Comes To Jokes I Don’t Understand? I Don’t Get Enough Credit… I Mean, Your Sisters Ass Was A Fucking Joke, And Boy Did I Get It! I’ll…. Never Fear Phear, Dude Must Be A Ditch, Cause I’m a Tear A Hole Not Taking Grizzle Form, So That Means I Aint Going To Bear Your Soul This Dead Dike Said You Were Dope? Remember She Also Said Sike.. And I Aint Gunna Stop At Nothing, Unless Phear Becomes A Red Light After This, Dukes Won’t Be Standing, This Pussy Needs His Panties Beauties Only Skin Deep, That’s Where My Knives Come In Handy I’ll Split Your Tongue, I’m The Champ And It’s My Spits That Won Phear’s Not Ill, But Everybody Knows He About To Be Sickening One Manly Flow? Son…. You’re Whining With Your Banging Bitch Spits Take The Tie From My League Record & Fucking Hang You With It Gifted In Here, Open Your Mouth – And I’ll Lay Knuckles Upon Dentals & I’ve Been A Top Secret, Since I Found Out Your Girl Was Confidential Rookie, Take Out Your Notepad Cause Honestly Your Flows Whack Your Styles More Smoke & Mirror, Then A Narcissistic Marlboro Staff I’ll Slice Your Ankles Son, So Phear – Basically You Lost In Ways Cause When You.. Got Sliced, It Turned White Sox’s To Red Sox’s Like A Chicago-Boston Trade Funny Thing Is, Phear Is Staying Together But Here’s Why Though… A Fool And His Money Are Soon Parted, See Phear Got No Dough! Bet Your Saying I’m Tight For Fourteen, Wanting To Divide The Glory Girl Named Her Pussy Article, Didn’t Understand, Had To Get Inside Story I’m…Spitting To Ears, And You Can Bet That My Visions Are Clear I Saw That My Bullets Weren’t Scared, Yet They Were Living In Phear __________________ - Netcees Rebuttal Tourney - Art of Writing League (x 4) - AOWL Season 11 Champion (Undefeated Season) sral is offline Add to sral's Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Reply Edit TagsTags None Quick Reply Message: Remove Text Formatting Bold Italic Underline Insert Link Insert Image Wrap [QUOTE] tags around selected text Decrease Size Increase Size Options Quote message in reply? « Previous Thread | Next Thread » Currently Active Users Viewing This Thread: 1 (1 members and 0 guests) Lindel Posting Rules You may post new threads You may post replies You may post attachments You may edit your posts BB code is On Smilies are On [IMG] code is On HTML code is Off Forum Rules Forum Jump Hall of Names All times are GMT -4. 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I play w/ Glock clips that break the lock pin like a safe deposit Slit around ya neck leave a trickle down effect; that's Reaganomics Neigh's a problem.. Dianabol flood my veins w/ toxins I'm what's what around here, that underground gear got me feelin like Bane in Gotham Aim & drop 'em, toss the clip to Manhattan: Enter the Dragon Ninja assassin grippin the Magnum, shake the contents of ya brain's subconscious Sinister swag.. it's the Wild West when this flame gets poppin But fuck Cowboys & Indians; since a kid, I've always played w/ rockets Lace ya 'posits - I got the cruelest intentions w/ a dual-grip Remington Put ya brain on the wall like nuclear medicine; that Minitron out the pocket ain't Julian Edelman 'Cause I always get the last laugh.. get the Glad bags ready Ya glass half empty; this matte black semi turn ya street into a Baghdad death scene You boxin Whittaker; my shots administered like lab rat testing This pair of Eagles barely legal out the box like a Snapchat web leak (hashtag #Wet Teens) |
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Go Back Netcees > Vault > Archives > Hall of Names Reload this Page Allen Knight Welcome, Lindel. You last visited: Today at 03:45 AM Private Messages: Unread 0, Total 1. User CP FAQ Community Calendar New Posts Search Quick Links Log Out User Tag List Reply Thread Tools Search this Thread Rate Thread Display Modes Old 01-28-2013, 09:57 PM #1 Sn00p General German Sn00p's Avatar Join Date: Dec 2009 Posts: 1,988 Battle Record: 26-12 Champed - Netcees Battle League (2x) - Line4Line Cypher Tourney - Back2Basics - Fight Night XLVI Rep Power: 15213751 Sn00p has a brilliant futureSn00p has a brilliant futureSn00p has a brilliant futureSn00p has a brilliant futureSn00p has a brilliant futureSn00p has a brilliant futureSn00p has a brilliant futureSn00p has a brilliant futureSn00p has a brilliant futureSn00p has a brilliant futureSn00p has a brilliant future Default Allen Knight Allen Knight Also known as Mag., A.Knightmare. Forensics, Chamber Active from 2007 to the present time. Posted on B-Boys, Rapmusic, Beats Rhymes Life, RB, Netcees, Art of Battling. Last edited by Allen Knight; 12-12-2015 at 02:56 PM. Sn00p is offline Add to Sn00p's Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Old 01-29-2013, 01:12 AM #2 Allen Knight Foreva us, neva them. Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 9,172 Battle Record: 106-34 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - Key to Greatness I - BA Cypher Tournament - Tag Team Tournament I - Fight Night LXXVI - Time to Kill V - Fight Night LXXX - 1-2 Punch League - Fight Night Cypher II - Key Grand Prix IV - NBL Cypher (7x) - Throwdown Cypher - Netcees Battle League (2x) - BA Cypher III - Fight Night 1 - Tag Team Tournament V Rep Power: 85899400 Allen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond repute Default Vs Hollywood Quote: Originally Posted by bleak You at the bar on NCs? thefuck? Quote: Originally Posted by Hollywood easy access on the celly duh plus my girl's still stuffing her face ur fat bitch loves bar buffets, LOL im just speaking on topic while ur preforming a cheers shes tied in 1st place wit bubba in a wing eating contest im sneaky wit the tactics, were not boys i just fake it clown i aint ur buddy holly, im just tryna find out the next time u fly on a jet an take it down ur bars are dumb & weak, ur shits stupid an harmless bitch any line that wood crafts is more retarded than a special-ed shop class fulla armless kids that battle wit neigh was a mockery, he was straight knocking u out dawg BA is the wild wild west...and its the only place u'll get away wit robbing a outlaw ur bitch has a fetish for old men, that pound n bust in her core kid pussy been filled wit so many old bones indiana jones fucked her just to explore it an ur girl's filled wit disease's, all she does is live to eat a cock that bitch stay burning wood more than a brick oven at a pizza shop stop tryna prove ur a real fighter, my fist'll leave this whore tore you ain't hard, wood...one uppercut got u laid out stiffer than a floor board ur death's a celebration, tightin the noose on ya neck while i sang jolly i kno its past christmas but i'll get right into the holiday spirit when i hang holly i got the street sweeper locked & loaded, ready too be poppin asshole buckin off till my bullets hit Holland Tunnel thru his neck n out his rotten apple ur just jealous of my life, its makin u pissed & stress'd whore holly madison cuz i got his chick & 2 others in my bed like the girls next door Vs Blue Bayou ur overrated cause... bey scorched u in fall brawl, he cracked n bruised ribs cyclops burned a hole in ur chest big enough to fly the fuckin X jet thru it last week sn00p stabbed ur soul, i'll poke u for less an its certain im an inglorious bastard...ur just a bitch that got shanked too death by a german my hooks break concrete, theres no hope too tell yaself one uppercutt will leave ur chin split faster than half of dohpe too LOL im suffocating the life outta u, my belt ready to choke away ya heard me i'll belcher neck an fuckin squeeze...till u turn redder than a chiefs away jersey all u have's sports concepts.. u never crafted raw lines got so many athletes down ya throat, that shit could host a season of Basketball Wives im setting up ur death, an found the lake too dump u dumb loser then u'll meet catfish...the contract killer u been talking too all these months on ur computer this canadians gettin booted, crackin this herbs jaws son u got stomped by a nazi n now an american ur head feels like its been thru world war 1 ur a sketchy fuck, so talk shit n the Tec'll bust if they try countin the shots i give Blue per clip, it'd need its own director's cut Vs Tyler Durden im stompin you out faggot, till theres nuthin left i have a crush on murdering...n im stepping in the name of love on ur fuckin neck ur shits so bad its a crime, wit a style an flow i hate to see so fuck a simple over nighter, we needa lock u up in the hall of shame n throw away the key ur back too start over?, naw ima fucking kill n stun ya dreams if this is a new chapter in ur life...im the book worm diggin to rip out ya heart from its seams u only fuck wit dirty sluts, the easy ones u get high to bang ya cuz wen Tyler Hansbrough into sum pussy hes on pace to catch a herp the size of indiana its ashame ur in LOL, u shouldnt be from that streaky run of urs dude if anything ur more of a urban legend...story told by alot of ppl but none of its true u an ya b/f are always touchin swords, n yah'll never draw the line u wondered why ed reed got suspended wen u faggots go helmet to helmet all the time ur battles lost voters, ya stretched bars aren't heat seeking gems shits so long winded...metts skips ur verses in fear of havin a stroke after reading'em Vs John Hensley ima FN specialist get it down, i get in the zone n start reckon clowns i made the last 3 finals...while ur bitch ass got eliminated by swerve in a 2nd round i fuck ur girls camel toe nasty, all u hear is screams wen i numb the cat she calls me the iron sheek...cuz its a camel clutch wen i grapple her from the back no loyalty in ur squad, there all fucking back stabbin faggots the way every1 drops dohpe n comes back..ur crews filled wit abunch of relapsing addicts i trashed niggas in the FN i won, ya rusty ass i woulda shankd ya bitch while i was dumpin out the dirt...u got beat by the faggot i swepted too champ the shit u fell off hard as hell, ya d/r's is the only reason u get shine here so fuck riding other niggas coat tails...u been riding ur names for the past five years idgaf ur a die hard seattle fan, ima choke, stab n toss ya queer so the next time u seahawks...ur corpse is gettin circled by them off a pier Vs Bags Anthony aka old dirty bagstard aka jim blaze aka sharted while working out Ull neva get verse of the torney & ima slam the subject Only time u drop gold gym, u canceled ur membership for shittin ur pants in public Ur failin as a father faggot, ur girls gonna be a big slut Closest that bitch'll ever be to daddies lil angel's her stage name at a strip club AK w/ the clip loaded, spraying at ur eyes mean when that fuckin Casey Anthony it'll be another dead kid at the crime scene We all kno u fuck w/ dudes & pick'em up at gay bars Cuz Dirt been on top of more men than a WW2 military graveyard U always try to take pics naked, thats a gay motion bastard Ur idea of a photo bombs whipping out ur dick an bitches explode in laughter Ur a fucking deadbeat dad and ill scorch u fag only dude to win custody of his kid, ...come home from court lock her in a room & record a mag Vs jilti Quote: Originally Posted by jilti, Turkey Day Throwdown wont be all roses when Real left brain dead while he's awake so if friends & family Cauliflower, it'll refer to his vegetable state smh, u san francisco homo stop reachin w/ ur garbage wordplay, shut ur fuckin mouth the shit u drop u Forsett enough to break blitz tackles on a rushing route cocky fucker thinks he'll be king?, NO.. i'll crush u now ur bars been performing at sucha Loki, this faggot will never touch the crown ur crib's the definition of dirt poor, its gotta be hard to stay any bitch that walks in that Padawan a dip to another galaxy far, far away broke back mountain flamer, ud neva make HOF.. i told u the facts kid ....you'd only hear Gyllenhaal of shame ....for playing the role of a faggot ur from the soft side of cali, i'll stomp & trash this gay theres a Million ways to die in the west & ur catchin a Neeson till u pass away u & ur slut stuff ur faces 24/7, the obese type's my enemy everyday yall Mettenberger joints eating till ur fatasses the size of Tennessee ur hideous face turns stomachs, ppl move back quickly cuz any bitch u try to Macan' throws up faster than a Porsche wing at 60 i ran a vicious train on ur mom, vag has no dong limit we left that pussy hole ripped so Wiedman it could fit a UFC octagon in it __________________ C.O.B The Bad Guys. Last edited by Allen Knight; 12-21-2014 at 01:16 AM. Allen Knight is offline Add to Allen Knight's Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Old 01-29-2013, 01:14 AM #3 Allen Knight Foreva us, neva them. Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 9,172 Battle Record: 106-34 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - Key to Greatness I - BA Cypher Tournament - Tag Team Tournament I - Fight Night LXXVI - Time to Kill V - Fight Night LXXX - 1-2 Punch League - Fight Night Cypher II - Key Grand Prix IV - NBL Cypher (7x) - Throwdown Cypher - Netcees Battle League (2x) - BA Cypher III - Fight Night 1 - Tag Team Tournament V Rep Power: 85899400 Allen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond reputeAllen Knight has a reputation beyond repute Default Vs $pitacular ayo, this a straight murda, ur life is fuckin gone u coward Almieda mess outta u, it looks like u got smashed in the octagon for hours u havent been dope since '04, stfu an feel shame u dont jus define washed up, the fuckin synonym for has beens ur real name u cried like a bitch about voting, cuz ur trash an weak that Fitbit into a nerve & i'll swing off on u till i put ur faggot ass to sleep my chick workin w/ a bubble & urs a wack fuck cuz her Asinine, while ur ugly bitch is unratable w/ a retarded flat butt i'll beat the fuckin soul outta u, stomp this bastards sight ur bitchass is gettin a Neeson over & over Non-Stop till u hit the after life gotta shotgun locked & loaded, ima let it rip off once Acy u, i'll blow out this faggots face worse than a Knick's loss ur bars are pathetic as fuck, while my flow fire Ese' wack faggot & his verses deserve to be stomped on by a low rider u aint gota girl named lucy, LOL u lied double quick we all kno Hulu is, its ur boyfriend u watch gay ass tv shows & cuddle w/ ur music is garbage as hell, promoters aint bookin him no ones feelin a Spittoon, they use his fuckin albums to hawk loogies in stfu about ur cold faggot, im straight duffin fakes the first Histamine 1 & i'll leave u KO'ed breathin hard w/ a puffy face Vs Barcotic Stfu mike, u cant scrap for shit faggot & it's noted in ur case that Lebanon stop hit u till it looks like a suicide bomb exploded in ur face Uzi loaded & aimed at ur frame, im merkin u whore u'll get ripped apart so fast by these Shelby u'd think i was workin for Ford i pound ur girl like a nasty slut & skull fuck her on booze im ashamed to say she smashed Asics times cuz shes dirt under my shoes u ain't jacked faggot, u gota small body type bum if me & Mic Stand toe to toe, i'll fuckin knock'em out cuz he's built like one u work the gay bars at night, sayin ur mouth is dumb ill shit, there isn't a Manuel not suck off on this planet for some Bills & u dont even pound beer like a man, that shit is the worse you'll always catch Michael Kors light sippin cuz he's a bitch w/ a purse after this ur run is over, my fist'll split ur damn heart, B i'll beat u till ur fuckin Dunbar, it'll be ur season finale like Sons Of Anarchy try to rob me & its a homi, ruger in ur face clown if u touch Aldo, i'll shoot u in the torso faster than a MMA take down i'll stab ur newborn till my arms numb, so take dat fam his birthmarks the day i'll leave a permanent gash on his face like A$ap Yam my fists are superman strong, them shits melt comets i'll give Micheal Strahan shots to the face till theres Giant welts on it Vs Galactic aka Tic SMH, what a wackass stretch, ima ether u lame dawg, ur fuckin Reachability puts Apples new Iphone feature to shame i'll cut ur throat w/ a blade, im the meanest one this faggot Bledsoe fast his neck coulda ran point for the Phoenix Suns u could neva fuck w/ me, i got clips & macks cuz Alize' gangsta, ur jus a bitch that gets drunk off a half a sip of that im beatin the fuck outta u faggot, u fight it ur dead your Gauges face it & im stompin a giant hole in the side of ur head ur ho's the easiest to holla at, she luv's my rare flow w/ 1 whistle the slut flew over & latched on to my belt like Yondu's arrow i'll tear ur body parts off, then level this mess u'll CGI ripped out its fuckin socket up close w/out any special effects Vs Murda Sho u bitting ass mid tier faggot, ur not in my weight class stealing concepts from J-Lo & proves everything about u is straight ass u dont bust guns in NY hoods, we can meet in ur place ur from the pussy Whiteside, u'd shit ur pants if i put the Heat in ur face faggot u neva got into a fight, this cunt isnt right u'll CM Punk out of a brawl cuz hes neva thrown a real punch in his life ur bitch is enormous & gruesome, ur sick of her eatin she aint a Bombay, it takes chugin a bottle of Gin to consider her decent her pussy hole's outta this world huge, shits foul to me that Thanos no boundaries & we call her thongs the Guardian of the galaxy heard i been fuckin ur moms, hit the waist an im out got u sayin Umami no cuz the thoughts leavin a sour taste in ur mouth ur a homo thug that loves dick, lair's been a fag cuz when it comes to M-16 dudes line up behind and fire in his ass Vs ill nik-A fuck that bitch, im buckin a A-R at ya party w/ ya weak friends blowin out candles ain't the only time u'll see her face light up this weekend 4-0 vs u & that hurts ur heart faggot, it's killin nik-a's rep another Winnipeg ya confidence a notch lower than canada's winter temp sprayin at ya torso or lower pussy, poppin a mattic raw im Pekingese & legs off till it looks like ur shits got chewed by rabid dogs ur ugly wifes leavin u to cheat, she suckin cocks in ya place that dirty sluts a Grenade, she removed ya ring an went off in ur face pistol held up to ya temple, ima gunsling w/ the chrome this shits like Wwf Elimation Chamber im lettin a hammer ring in ya dome i signed in & got it poppin, ura bland faggot tryna speak tuff my Biofuel to the NBL, urs couldnt light enough fire to spark the league up at the end of NC1 u got modded but ur virus ass lost ur rights cuz the moment u joined u gave the Staph Infections that killed off the site do a drive-by on ya family tree, shells hittin u pathetic bastards bullets will Tapestry bobbin & weaving thru all there genetic patterns Vs Infiltration smh, bruh my team fulla wolves, faggot i'll jump u w/ a pack of wolves that'll drop u colder depressed bitch my Paxil stomp till the weight of life lifts off ur shoulders got the ruger tucked to merk ya team, has a deadly beam s'like my glasses fogged up, i'll lift my shirt an whip out everything u hate on new niggas gettin dubs, they'd smash u punk it got Intuition he'd win battles but deep down he know's hes wack as fuck ur a stalker on that eminem song lvl, ur sucha disgrace i'll give this Stanton of bullets to the grill for stepping up to the plate im dope an ur wack as fuck, wavin a knife by this guys eye i spit Firestick the blade in ur cornea till it's leakin all over like open wifi got this faggot nervous, uzi'll explode in u twat it'll enter ur skin like a Hypodermic, Chamber will leave u cold ina box ready to cut & hide ya body, faggot u'll get chiseled quick fuck fightin, i'll stab Infantile a floor over his corpse for being a little bitch Vs Habitat ur 3-0 by luck ur still garbage u lip ringed faggot, ur bottom of the barrel on boards, the facts clowin his ass i kno ur not trash in Justice League everywhere u go u get beat down in a Flash ur gettin embrassed here w/ ya played shit, my grind is mean i'll feather & Tardis fag cuz every bar he drops feels like i hopped ina time machine my dick killin ya wifys throat, she gaggin till i bust jiz have her choking to death on the nut a Epipen couldn't help the slut live i'll cut u up & douse u w/ fuel then burry ya, im murkin u fuck all ya body Partisan a hole & a lighter'll support the gas burin u to dust ur mom sees me & its right to her knees, before i smash her snatch belt hangin over her head as she reaches to grab it like a Ladder Match piercing ya face over emotions aint gonna help u fiend faggot ur lip rings Gauges realize we kno theres a big hole in ur self esteem Vs Jayson Fresh u curry eatin patel last name havin indian pussy.. ya moms blows me till i bust on her face, that dame suckin i hit that Cougar w/ a shot to the head like i was big game hunting ur gettin murked in front of ur D/R, im'a stop u ock there wont be a Fanta see u ever bubble in this shit after i pop ur top i'll shoot ya fat slut w/ no remorse, shells'll spread violent idc if she's Wide Receiver death certificate after her chest 8-1 like Dez Bryant ur indian w/ a huge bitch & stupid religion, u wack fuck isn't it sacrilegious to be eatin Cow? but u stay goin down on the fat slut squad'll run up on u w/ guns drawn, hollows slammin this queer my team'll light up this fuckin bitch from every angle... thats a vanity mirror wen ya sis see's me its to the bed, she gotta sick body she dont play Oritz me its straight to smashin till she calls me Big Papi ur ol girl will get fucked brutal, u'd cringe honest i'll take Jayson X & cut her so hard they'll make a whole trilogy spin off it but now u came out the closet, ya family say u buggin ur BF's names Mannie, Fresh & yah'll snapchat storys are a gay Production The Collabro Pt.3 spits deadly in subtle attire...unleash the dragon that'll melt ya wit fire saliva so lethal i can spit on robocop n it'll burn thru his metal n wires dont compare me to the norm, animal instincts als mind too deformed unleash the beast within...ur just common like bruce banner in human form eyes icey mind not conscious..soul absent from the comparing nonsense fuckin ice grill stiff an colder than medusa an subzero in a staring contest a titan fightin punch the clouds of a storm an grab the lightning by roots snap the neck of a god fighting wit zeus n pour the blood on me to christen the booth flowin fire to scorch n rec tension best mention wat my set reppin spittin flames u'll get lessons, im hotter than the human torch standin behind a jet engine Genocide w/ Knightmares i sever trash, when eleven mags from berettas blast It feels like u got hit w/ the force of a power bomb from kevin nash Heavens clash to fight some more a titan lord that writing form is a lighting storm Flow sharper than a Hattori hanzo blade combined w/ a fuckin viking sword Id progress after my death wit sly text i shine best w/ hand skills whos ready to die next Fists stronger than steel ready to break a guys neck punchin thru glass like terminator at skynet My rep, an wat i honor is to go fuckin animal on these frees & bring ur eyes horror Style so hybrid the whole concept of the underworld was based off of my aura Hardcore w/ the surgery, basic human emotions gone tore from uncertainty precision colder than a sniper sitting on a hill during the world war in germany Poppin the metal gear im solid snake ull swallow eight as hollows break Lookin at the copos face, Ar 15 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Paints a smile on her face but the rage that's beneath Leads to disarray when she lays in the sheets And prays for relief from the chemicals in her veins She's dazed and fatigued, and skeptical things will change When night falls these white walls seem to glow in the dark She can't sleep, she knows in her heart she's been broken apart As she lays there a mess...tired, sweating and bloated And opens at the page she had carefully folded... ...And she enters the portal... Now she's immense and immortal, strong and emboldened The hair that falls from her shoulders is long and it's golden She stands tall, she can't fall...a leader of people She is a home for the homeless, a seat for the feeble A beacon of peace where so many are deceitful and evil She speaks for the weak... ...searches for the lost and leads the retrieval Her fight is in the shadows as she searches for sunshine Despite the looming gallows she's the first on the front line To rid it of evil, every victory has her bursting with pride She's filling her people with the thirst to survive... ...but she's thirsty, alive? you could consider her so But if your question was...is she living? then, no And her frivolous hope for life is killing her soul She's holding on...but it's ready and it's willing to go Her husband lays by her side when he's not with the kids All the years together... ...she had forgotten how caring and thoughtful he is Why she had fallen for him, though in the end she took him for granted But back then...it was like God had them joined at the roots Their souls were the shoots he had dutifully planted They traveled the world, came back and started a brood They had beautifully planned it...and it came to fruition Each day was a vision of grace, but now as she prays for remission She regrets not making the most of the days she was given She tries to stare at his face, but she's too broken to look And the pain is too much to take...so she opens her book. And she's fighting hate from day to night Her mind ablaze with rays of light Her movement fast and razor like She moves her hand to raise her knife Her belief is iron, so's her will Hope instilled with each demon's life her soldiers kill She won't succumb to the shadow Love is her weapon...she has an abundance of ammo And as the pages flick, her glory increases We're almost at the end of this story... She needs this. She can't let it end, she craves the relief Of the pages... ...The only way she can escape from the grief And the aches and the pains of this heinous disease So she'll wait just to see... If she can make it through another day of chemo... Then maybe she can read how the Queen had slayed the evil... She gazes at her book...always dreading the day it is done Because that portal to another world is the only thing making her stay in this one. |
There once was a man of creative genius with rhymes
but who couldn’t have acted more of a diva online! He competed in writing contests against the elitists beating them by his sheer will, and occasional cheating. His swaying in secret would often hand him the edge but today was to be his toughest challenger yet. A spectacular semi-showdown of paradoxical rivals where two valiant veterans vied for a spot in the final! Both wanted the title, but what mattered now was respect and the honour of finally being crowned as the best. Losing was out of the question with the battle finally open he proudly professed his greatness to antagonise his opponent. The braggart blithely then boasted of self-centred indulgence in an act to try and provoke his foe into an error of judgement. The clever curmudgeon created an air of discord while also tempting its subject into sharing his thoughts. Aware that the author played chess, if to dismal degrees, his carefully thought-out plan had a Bobby Fischer brilliancy! The player positioned the pieces to fall into place his opposition was merely a pawn to his game. The board that they played on was no longer even which forced the mistake exposing his weakness. From the moment he eagerly jumped in and posted the opponent was beaten, he just didn’t know it! The troublesome troll instantly dipped in his bag of tricks and put into motion one of his famed fictional narratives. The tittering tattersmith sent messages privately to the simpleton that was in charge, who took his lies as the truth! He invited the fury of his foe to further respond while timing his spurious comments to keep spurring him on. He worked at it long into the night, through to light of the morning, as the merciful moderator looked into both sides of the story. Enlightened but surely unimpressed at the tantrum observed the mod tried not to glorify eithers actions at first. Reading chapter and verse of the rule book to placate the dispute as you don’t take a man at his word who has a way with them too! The prevaricator pursued his prey with ruthless intent anticipating his move while remaining a few steps ahead. The beauty of chess lies in the strategical thinking. His huge walls of text loomed large enough to be seen at a distance but were easily missed in the blind rage his novice was faced with and not seeing his signature move lead to disqualification! The troll had him taken in every which way but the mod had been blamed for exhibiting feminine traits. Now two men that he hated most were caught in conjuncture both incandescent with rage, and best of all at each other! Neither saw through his cover til he revealed what had happened nor the tall stories mustered up to help keep them distracted. The tedious tactician did as his detractors dared him to do If you stare deep in an abyss too long, it also stares into you. There is a truth to the story behind his bluff and his bluster, Beware who you choose to cheat. Never judge a book by its cover. |
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Go Back Netcees > Vault > Archives > Hall of Names Reload this Page Defc0n Welcome, Lindel. You last visited: Today at 03:45 AM Private Messages: Unread 0, Total 1. User CP FAQ Community Calendar New Posts Search Quick Links Log Out User Tag List Reply Thread Tools Search this Thread Rate Thread Display Modes Old 02-03-2013, 05:38 PM #1 trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0 trap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant future Default Defc0n Name: Defcon, Don't Ban Me U Nazis Crews: Where: Queens, New York Repped: Sethros, UPN vs Fracture (3 Rounds) Remember Hawaii, when you lost internet access? The excuse to avoid Sam X and not get mercked by black death? I'll pour peroxide in ya wounds, you still won't be on the bubble You couldn't get kids to clap if you broke from a huddle Dude skin so dry he go thru deodorant with one armpit And made a name for himself by usin' gay ass (_!_) <--- font tricks All u gonna do is call me terrorist well bitch I'm the Ayatollah I eat eat eat emcees, only thing in ya fridge is bakin' soda You armed with hammers i'm armed with nuclear weapons They gwon call you Niggasaki in a matter of seconds You lost this battle cause like Parallax "I intelligent..." I turned you into a bigga bitch than Chris Tucker in Fifth Element corbiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! I crush diction with Pulp Fiction Travoltaish flow I'll stab you in the heart like you overdosed on coke You had a gay marriage, and skills you got nuthin' I'll rock a wifebeater...when I'm beatin' your husband Ya arms connect to ya neck, no shoulders, and thats wack Nigga Frac so skinny he can't even rock a backpack Kid so anemic, locked in a cell you'd call him sickle Frac the only black dude who got pudgy white girl nipples I seen ya pic, posin' like supaman like you got heart when, Ya wifebeater tight and xtra small and you look like Dark Kent You got a deadeye, llama lips, and ya nose all prevalent Why you got those lil tinyass ears like Richard Jefferson? Dude a woman, look all his chest hair scrambled His nostril bigger than his eye and he look like Tevin Campbell You a bigheaded stickfigure, I see your dome bobble son How the hell ya upper lip gonna be thicker than the bottom one? I mentioned ya shapeup already but why it so high dude? Either you goin' bald, or ya barber really don't like you Cause that's the worst shapeup in the history of mankind You know theres something wrong when ya forehead got a tanline You got text tricks and riders, your essence is shallow Im'a slice ya face faster than eskimo kissin' Aloe Fracture my bones all you want, you know they'll be mendin' But how you gonna heal after I tear ya ligaments and tendons? This is war, u an asshole, mac lethal, pass me the ammo! You at the end of ya rope like a cowboy hung with his own lasso I beat you the first 38 lines, yea u know I got you U turned gay before you even met Erykah Badu Dude live in a shack with no bedrooms with his folks Plus nigga look like Dudley from Different Strokes I seen ya fake personals shit got me thinkin' I seen ya pic but why the cameraman got you winkin'? It aint as bad as Espis but ya eye not too assertive Ya right eye unmotivated and it got ya eyebrows nervous I'm Osama so what?, a perilous terrorist vandal I'll choke you with my turban and clap you with my sandals U so scared of my verse, ya hair white like Amadeus You about to get sniped, I'm Pharoah, you're the Mayor "So it was that i had shot 'em...", with a fuckin' machine gun Evaporate you so fast you won't even bleed none You the dumbest nigga I know, aint got a bit of knowledge U pay for school out ya pocket and think its cool to skip college Slice ya frame so fast, I'll leave ya shit still intact I'm housin' Frac in this battle but he still live in a shack Push your wig back with the death touch like Dim Mack Crack your head open like hicks do to six packs I'll arrest your development like heart attacks in Tennessee Only time you're dope is a case of mistaken identity When it's me, that you gettin' mistaken for Black Thought used you as a topic when he wrote "Pussy Galore" Aya playa u rep leffcwoast I'll dub u in the Cali accent U so skinny you stand sideways and get marked absent Calimayne be the aim name, sigify this line After I son you 16,785 times You a fringe of society, I hate pussywieldin' dregs That slit in ya eyebrow dont match the slit between ya legs Ya skin so ashy look like you roll around in sandpaper You tryin' to tickle palms so I ain't tryin' to hand shake ya Ya Page made me Earl Duke praise me as Sire Your verse 'dragon along', my shit's a reign of fire I'm Bin Laden clappin' metal, bullets madea plutonium At the only dude with a shapeup on the top of his cranium My single go uranium cause it's radioactive You needa get a life, or half a one, nigga go practice Girls think you ugly after drinkin' mad bottles You ugly thru beer telescopes the same as beer goggles I fuck ya moms, cunt bruisin', give her pussy contusions Airin' out my balls like the Spalding Infusion Bring ya trailer to the city, then talk about gettin' urban Frac in the rap olympics....yeah, the special version You aint prepared for combat when I bring a nigga war I hang with hotties you be datin' Jigarkwhars I got flow, lyrics, delivery, presence like baby showers You just very ashy lookin' like you slept in flour Frac like Starvin' Marvin from South Park and so is Aloe too Mix 'em together you get a raver faggot blackish jew Cause Owloes nose speak Yiddish but he really Christian His nose was Bar Mitzvahed in his lip it made incisions Ya lyrics need revision like wearin contacts AND glasses Frac and Aloe so skinny I know they aint rappin' for the masses All the steroids in the world wont juice they wirey frames they like the movie Pac watched in Juice. bout to die in the flames Tradin' shots? like Gary Payton you gettin' Bucked fast Ya punches stay comin' up short like Soul Strikes Mustache Frac a faggot ass, I remember shit you posted I was dyin' You ain't scared of bein' ashy yet you have a fear of flyin' And speakin of fly, I seen flies on the eyes of this brotha Beggin' for charity on commercials with Sally Struthers And 3's company so like Jack just stop Trippin' Pinky, Aloe and Adonis on my jock so you needa get off my dick man Now the hammer drops, you screwed when I drop the tooly On the dome of a burnt ass crisp fake D.L. Hughely I feel bad u so ashy, the way im herbin' with this servin' So heres' a lifetime of Lubriderm and free kit of Jergens So rub and massage that shit in, for a pore cleansin' Revitalize ya skin so it don't look like you fuckin' sheddin' Cause the way it is now, don't make sense to an economist To fix it, you'd have to spend ya life savings on a Dermatologist Yeah I barraged the shit out of you, but you was never worthy Lookin' like a young gay ass charcoaled version of Eddie Murphy You broke nigga, I'll put you on a show make u look silly there It's reality TV and im'a name that shit black "Bro Millionaire" Notice me, Totally, Vocally, Dissin You Globally you can flow with me, you long lost faggot backup singer from Jodeci Frac mad poor he eat cereal with orange juice Someone knock him in his eye and fuckin' jarred it loose Nigga so poor, I bring the heat he cant fuck with c0n Only way his shack get heat is when he leave his oven on He financially challenged what's worse is he know it He buddys with his rats and best friends with his roaches Matta fact, on the inside he really just a white bitch He got so many roaches they don't run when he flip the light switch Yeah Frac got personals, so what his flow suck Plus he live in a trailer that got a fuckin' donut In Snatch they called em Caravans his shit's paddywacka blue Sometimes he sleep under cars like a homeless faggots do He got a gimpy leg and he be doin the gay Crip walk Talkin' shit to himself cause his lazy eye need a pep talk Fuck this Cali based rider fuck what this mark says I mean look, his arms skinnier than Keon Clarks legs vs Aloe I don't flippity flip, so ima hit you with a hella blunt flow What's it like to have Leo Dicaprios body and Helen Hunts nose? You so skinny you make tight shirts look like nightgowns Weighin' the same as you did at ya birth, no ounces and 9lbs Your idea of fun? flippin' around. that shit is too sad.. Gettin' drunk off Zima alone with a gook who wear doo rags You get mad and delete my stuff, I can't believe this cats sass He get offended by an alias thats just a underline and backslash _/ "Hi remember me, your right arm you so deeply despise?... It's not my fault, if you ate then maybe id gain some size..." It's ok Owloe I understand you wannna be above dissin' I would too if 98% of my body mass was friction I heard you tried to DJ, but quickly abandoned the effort Cause your body so weak, YOU got spun around by the record As for your osama con post, sorry Owl you gettin' No Dap For a blow job and Tequila...We all know that Native wrote that Matta fact that gook even doctored my picture You ain't from Philly but ya favorite team is the 76ers Cause you think they reppin' ya weight, let's get one thing str8 NO NOT YOUR NOSE, as for that, it's just too late Ya shit so crooked, and EVERYBODY know this So bad psychiatrists could use that shit for hypnosis I used to think deletin' threads is what you did for a livin' But it's all clear now, that's your idea of power liftin' You're starving to death on death row, now THAT'S REAL Nigga ahloe said, "No thanx potnah" when they offered a last meal Don't downplay skinny jokes? they really aren't played Cause your body a strap hangar plus that shit is all frayed Your will is like your nose, I bet that it's bendin' You so slim, I can use you to check the oil in my engine You hella wack hella gay hella thin u hella jerk Wearin' a hella beige hat and a hella yellow shirt Dipstick ass nigga lookin' like the frailest kite What kinda homo asks cats to peep they shit on Rainy Nights? Mellow Skies in the Summer? Sorry I ain't gonna listen Not when the names of your songs are like budget jazz renditions Prayin' mantis stick figure btich, go to war on the front line You so slender I bet you don't even get shot ONE TIME... Fuck your nose you anorexic hookface THAT SHIT NEVER IS PLAYED You a bitchass cali clay figure, only WITHOUT the clay Ya shnoz outta wack like an uncontrollable fireman hose Took weightgainer and the only thing that got big was ur nose I'll drop a bomb on com denom aka Faggot and Nosestello Read this diss on your roof only when the "Sky is Mellow" I am kinda like your nose, for you I feel sadly Cause you like the midget elf version of Shawn Bradley Your body so sharp, I thought it was a sif gimmick Nigga Aloe went in a moshpit and killed everyone in it You not a real boy, you a puppet only your nose'll grow But crooked as fuck like a criminalistic Pinocchio Witch faced faggot Son of Bob Saget I seen you on a broom while ya nose practice black magic That shit is hella fucked up look like to ya chin its givin' chase Like you skydived with no parachute and land flat on ya face trap. is offline Add to trap.'s Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Old 05-24-2024, 07:03 PM #2 Saint Scream Saint's Avatar Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 3,248 Battle Record: 63-35 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Picture Roast - Battle Royale Tournament - NBL Pic Roast - Netcees Battle League - NBL Season 11 - HoT Roast - BAL Roast - Tag Team Tourney - NBL Barcotic Cypher - SOL Pic Roast - BA Tag - XXXtentacion Roast - 1-2 LR Champ Rep Power: 22535867 Saint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant future Default "Cy Young" 2002 I`m a hurler, a tosser, the term is semantics... I`m a muthafuckin` pitcher with perfect mechanics. My ritual is to carve my name in the ground... In every park I pitch at when I`m takin` the mound. Pitchin` back to back complete games, I am the best... On no days of rest cause I throw with the right or the left. My arm angles vary and most batters are known to fan... I switch up speeds, slow and swift, side-arm or overhand. My fielders get a day off, they know they`ll get a gem from me... My arm`s made of rubber, I know every batters tendencies. I`m called the "Starting Closer", when I throw the game is won... My curve breaks 2 feet, my fastball broke the radar gun. If you expect the changeup, I`ll start throwin` thunder... Sawin` off bats watchin` cats leave with broken lumber. Sluggers step up to the plate, Only to wiff... My changeup is slow as fuck, my heat explodes in the mitt. I got a 2 seam and a 4 seam with perfect location... With a slider as my K pitch, I invert the rotation. The batters chase balls that they think are in range... And often swing too early as I mix in the change. I`ll throw any pitch at anytime, I mix up my talents... The lack of routine keeps the hitters off balance. In the rare case of a walk, for outs, I got other ways... I throw sinkers to sluggers and they hit into double plays. If a batter gets on, the runner gets picked... I keep my windup cause my move to first is subtle and quick. I take any sign my catcher gives, I never shake him off... If you hit against me, your team`s takin` the loss. Bonds, Sosa, Griffey? I`ll humiliate your hero... I`m undefeated as a pro and my ERA is zero. Aside from pitchin` gems and bein` the toughest of aces... I hit for power, and win gold gloves cause I cover the bases. If you get hit with a pitch, Don`t be chargin` the mound... Bitch, I throw punches too, and will knock your ass OUT! __________________ Saint is offline Add to Saint's Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Old 05-24-2024, 07:19 PM #3 Saint Scream Saint's Avatar Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 3,248 Battle Record: 63-35 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Picture Roast - Battle Royale Tournament - NBL Pic Roast - Netcees Battle League - NBL Season 11 - HoT Roast - BAL Roast - Tag Team Tourney - NBL Barcotic Cypher - SOL Pic Roast - BA Tag - XXXtentacion Roast - 1-2 LR Champ Rep Power: 22535867 Saint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant future Default "Being Someone Who Makes Posts About Being Other People" posted June 06, 2002 09:38 PM Defc0n: Causa E2, bein` other people is the subject that`s hot.. And since I`m wack, I`ll just write about someone I`m not. Andrew Jackson, Spiderman, maybe my Dad or my Mama... A slave, a doctor, someone in the Taliban or Osama. I like to bite off E2 so I gotta be sure to blur my intent... So I`ll make sure the person I pick, ties into current events. Eureeka, I`ve got the perfect guy to get me through this... The fights a week away so I`ll post "Being Lennox Lewis". Hmm, do I really wanna write about being this British fool?... Fuck it, I`ll write about Tyson, then you all will think I`m cool. My first-person fantasy`s stem from my minimal wit... I scrounge for concepts due to the lack of havin` original shit. But it`s all good, at least I always got stuff to rhyme about... There`s enough people to imitate...than theres even time to count. Fuck innovatin`, I never want my subject matter to end... Not even I wanna be me, That`s why I have to pretend... 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Go Back Netcees > Vault > Archives > Hall of Names Reload this Page Mr. Long Story Welcome, Lindel. You last visited: Today at 04:41 AM Private Messages: Unread 0, Total 1. User CP FAQ Community Calendar New Posts Search Quick Links Log Out User Tag List Reply Thread Tools Search this Thread Rate Thread Display Modes Old 03-17-2024, 01:46 AM #1 Saint Scream Saint's Avatar Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 3,248 Battle Record: 63-35 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Picture Roast - Battle Royale Tournament - NBL Pic Roast - Netcees Battle League - NBL Season 11 - HoT Roast - BAL Roast - Tag Team Tourney - NBL Barcotic Cypher - SOL Pic Roast - BA Tag - XXXtentacion Roast - 1-2 LR Champ Rep Power: 22535867 Saint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant future Default Mr. Long Story Sites: UPN, AOR Aliases: Odin Crews: LOD "I'll Sleep When You're Dead." It takes my all just to pick up and say hi Small talk for me is a big gulp and a great sigh I know you're dead soon, old man passing the days by Grass ain't greener here, both sides watching the blades die Do I make time? they say it heals all, but it's my sum of all fears I've only seen the wound gap in all've my twenty four years Under the small tears of a young face that never knew grown Wondered if I'd find that strong familial bond in a group home Yeah..crybaby...still awake as he's boggled with his dreams Memories...garbage picking out a father figurine I'm stitching scenes to different seams to try and keep this positive But momma didn't raise no optimist, she raised a mix of screams Rants and raves, and yet they're tacitly expressed with a shrug And when you ask of me I passively react with a hug I know this gross and awful feeling sits in the pit of Jason's stomach And I'm glad he now has his own escape vacation from it But I'm left to wonder love when he said it; what he tasted from it Ain't it funny? you salvage your wasted life and those who suffered, they get punished New wife? Check. New life? Check again...and undoubtedly rich Where I spent my youth wanting to break the legs you walked out on us with You planted seed, and walked away. No guidance for copilots And when you didn't water us, we made due with our own eyelids Yes, at least a million broken homes thrive in these United States In fact, most of this past bullshit isn't what has me fighting grace It's the fact that my blackberry's been ringing your tone With me pacing elsewhere, still unable to pick up the phone |
The Silent Arabian Night
.. Three kings surrender to three wise men eyes wide open soaks hope in opium dopeamines mime stencil outlines render dark shades and hues, waves of death ment to.. to what die like you (1) or live like you was To when you went once (2) because were softer drugs TO bump our crowns because you called them unfit (3) mine sits a hat, fact cuz the wind blows, swifts into shivers of legalization sterilization of the mind wither like a silent Arabian night shone our flesh melts like a mid life crisis in a come down of victory spinin heroin lids in snow cones like ice cream delivery probably wake up in another diamond field maybe a rape dungeon of the kings first daughters wield 1 men says to 2 - 3 i remember yes, one was called Hiedi Jennifer no jen - Oh heidei the seeming silly hill girl from way back went - tidy but in the mud of a field like she never lifted a pale to drink the ale she fetched by the mornings breath to the afternoons death to the dawns jest our fresh her flesh pronounced herself is in goosebumps italics bold you could almost curve her curves in cursives if even the dirt wasnt too dirty any whoot dooty 3 states through the blah blah is head spins possessed by the power.. rainbow effect clouds cover the dessert - stretch and reshape as his head spins like a pig.. forming the word coward.. 1,2 1..1-2 it wasnt long to the rest followed.. the three kings ponder life and such on a timeless bender in a sleepless town where you only come down when you ment to but life hasnt to that way as they dies in the skulls..flesh - scalp - immortalized and they need to escape or their kingdom will will crumble immoralized everything spins backwards on a spindle of unwound never stripped the bars slowly drip like wedges of dried paint ripped in the rip it takes the three of them to break apart the bars as they walk from the dungeon to the dinner room to the outside stars the kingdom shrivels with the rape dungeon afar like their first born son jafar they scream as their first and last breath in and word (sun) melts every essence of shelter and molds it to their flesh until they form rock their crown pops in and out and fuse their heads into the wisemens lost nigger blues shocked through and through cost and sets the sun on a scenic last kiss for their wives each six had 9 the day they became (one) and the sun sunk behind the desert beyond never again |
Aliases: Beretta
2013 Swag&Flow Manhattan There's no seeing the God... I'm like a lone, feasting piranha when a boat sinks into water Lettin' throats bleed as I slaughter your whole team in the fog like a Prometheus monster. Emperor of Egypt with the severed heads of kings, needle full of heroin and ether... Pharaoh with the wings of a seraphim, burried underneath the Pyramids of Giza Get split to the dark meat 'til you're missin' a heartbeat when bit by this shark's teeth I'll pick you apart, geek Then I'm sippin' Bacardi in the Ferrari with piff in a jar and the Swisher cigar that's hid in the car seat. My bitch keeps a razor stashed inside her make-up bag and looks like Stacey Dash when she shakes her ass in a grey and black Raiders hat Get hypnotized by her lip gloss and the pink bra strap she's in... Feel the rush of cocaine up in your veins, 'cause I even got her fuckin' with Yay like Kim Kardashian The Iceman grippin' a Mr. Freeze, you bitches can kiss the ring Blitz you like a blizzard or winter breeze with a Richard Kuklinkski steez The fearless Lord with Gears of War, I'm fierce as Thor with them gats Prepare the coroner... Then pierce your core with a pair of swords sharp as the spears in Scorpion's hands Master Chief with a scope on the plasma beam And loadin' a magazine in a cloak with the dagger-piece I stole from Assassin's Creed A masked sniper when slugs transpire, my jaw's cast iron and brass-wired shut The story you hear around campfires... I was baptized in a tub full of Vampire blood Give you a Deathblow like the Deftones, in retro Jordans Ectomorph with a custom Tec gripped; get Your Fuckin' Head Split like a Necro chorus... Ayo, I think I've lost my mind - Chris Benoit in the dark with ninja stars and knives Your wife pregnant with twins, I'll make sure that bitch is sodomized... Start shootin' shit up like them kids from Columbine and go down for committing a triple homicide Wield scimitars the size of the Minotaur, the Mossberg causes constant carnage... But I only hear music when that shotgun's sparkin' like Alex in Clockwork Orange Break bones and smash 'em to a Beethoven classic Get your frame blown to ashes when my flame-thrower's blastin' The waviest spittin', with a razor blade hidded in a Patriots fitted Shankin' you with it, prayin' with witches while covered in your blood like a Pagan tradition Crazed and sadistic Satanist sinnin', I can change an Athiest's ways in an instant... Put a gauge to their ribs that'll make 'em religious and have 'em praisin' an image like ancient Egyptians Or I can destroy the faith of a Christian, same shotgun, have 'em taped in their kitchen... Tell 'em, "let's see if God saves you", wait... then blow their brains on the dishes Have body parts and organs missin' like Dahmer, it's contortionistic I'm haunted by the tortured infants slaughtered by abortion clinics Keep calm because a storm has risen, the gods were born and formed a vision So I'm throwin' tomahawks with pure precision to conquer wars in forty mintues ... And ya'll ain't got the guts to challenge me I'm ridin' with enough choppers to rival the whole Sons Of Anarchy Let the crows pick at your carcass after chrome triggers are claw-gripped Skull split, then thrown into a coffin 'cause I shoot 'til your soul lifts and Olympus Has Fallen The GOAT Christopher Wallace, brandishin' swords and hammer of Thor Got a passion for war; shatter your corpse when it's slammed through the floor... Randy Couture September 6th, a savage was born Leave your mandible torn 'cause I'm a fuckin' BEAST in the scene... animal porn vs Chyeahh Ayo, I should be facin the hardest life imprisonment.. not a single thought inside my awful mind is innocent Mail a video tape of me splittin ya frame, now ya daughter's eyes're witnessin the horrifyin incident - Gerard Butler in Law Abiding Citizen Keep a rifle w/ extra bullets when I ride in a rented Buick, a sniper w/ weapons shootin I'm 'bout to make a video of me stickin knives thru the flesh of students, post it on YouTube & title it 'Retribution' Go Elliot Rodger & empty the Glock, my weaponry's bonkers Got 70 choppers layin next to the Mossbergs & every revolver comes w/ a set of kitanas But forget about palmin a 'matic, these thoughts that I'm havin'll blow you off of the map along w/ ya ratchet Study the law of attraction & rearrange all of ya atoms usin quantum mechanics, I'm Dr. Manhattan Still I walk w/ a cannon.. double pump; bundled up, it's a cold winter Blade gripped, you catch a face lift then get thrown in a grave quick; that's Joan Rivers Sick to the core skinnin ya corpse, witness the gore Get viciously torn when I hit you w/ force like winds from the twisters that roared in Into the Storm & rip ya physical form In my city there's bad blood, so I'm grippin a black snub.. blow ya brains out while you sit in the bath tub You don't live what you rap, I'm aimin at ya whip if you act up... They won't know if somebody emptied a clip on ya van or if it got hit by a Mack Truck I'm God & Satan combined, gone insane w/ a rifle.. constant pain in my life, a monster made for survival Fuck referencin Johnny Cage, my bars belong in the HoF w/ ya idol's... slaughter Neigh' in the finals & walk away w/ the title.. |
Alpha-Beta, a broca’s area big as building architecture,
begin a bold adventure, beware armed berretta argue better. acting bitter, act berserk angled back a battle axe, airborne bio attack - bacillus anthrax, but alas biological agents became amassed, bitches attached breathing apparatus after being assaulted and bashed. before a beast a basilisk, always breathing acidous, but after a body as broken as a beadless abacus, applying behavioral analysis, beating amateurs, brutalized adversaries begin applying bandages. all battles are basic and boring average, blasting at a barracks, ballistic ammunition browning automatic. barbiturate addict, binged alcohol, benzo’s, analgesics, behaviour affected, blunted avolition, became anaesthetic, bored apathetic. but afterwards became a behemoth across battle arenas, before amphitheatres, basically atheist believer, abiogenesis – before archosaurs, before animals, before amoebas. a billion ages back, aminoacid blocks, ancestral bacteria appeared before any bony arthropods. Archaea brought across by asteroid belts accompanied by acid base acetate, became animate, basic adaptations, afterwards bipedal apes. but anyway beaten absolutely black and blue, and baselessly accused, became amused by alien beings always blamed as aerial balloons, attention barely attuned, buried alive between a bonsai and bamboo. among blood and bones, and born again brandishing arrows bows and braggadocio. accurate blows, above below and beyond, aluminium bronze atomic bombs, all built by automatons and bionic arms. bludgeoned and beheaded, ante bellum, apprehension, berate anybody attempting bringing aggression. Brain awareness born, burning alms before almighty Ba’al, Any bastard attempting brawl always befalled against Borg. All bars appall, became antiwar, Bronze Age bowl anthropologist, Breathe antioxidants but adsorb bicarbonates. Androgynous bitches appear beastly, Approximately, beasts appear briefly, appendages beady, Ageless, baseless, an agnostic believing after abdominal bleeding, Ancient blasphemer as brutal as battle armies besieging. A bent arc, black alchemy batter anatomy, Audacious barbarity accelerates brain atrophy, A botched abnormality, became Alumni - battle academy. Back away basic amphibians, Bourgeois agrarians breed algal bacterium across biotope aquariums, Avian birdlike aliens buzz about broken atriums. But awareness becomes almost boring, an action befitting, Because Alpha-Beta – Always Beginning. |
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User CP FAQ Community Calendar New Posts Search Quick Links Log Out User Tag List Reply Thread Tools Search this Thread Rate Thread Display Modes Old 02-24-2021, 04:40 PM #1 KempoMRK Senior Member KempoMRK's Avatar Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 167 Rep Power: 4316196 KempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant future Default Classic Battle Series - Resin M-I-C vs Richard Corey First Battle Setting - WBL Date - 30th of June 2005 Link to Battle - HERE Richard Corey Quote: Originally Posted by Richard Corey vs. Fracture I'll punch him in the f*ckin' forehead and make his ears clap!! Quote: Originally Posted by Fracture’s side kick, Resin M-I-C vs. Phenom I’ll punch him in his face so hard his fuckin’ ears will clap Oh yeeeah…I can tell the predictions were right, I’m a die. This mothafucka’s gonna eat me alive…one bite at a time The Adventures of Shark Boy, I can’t do much more than laugh I’da pulled your fuckin’ card…if you didn’t pay the whores with cash Your skull is so stretched, it’s like watching ya face receding! Faggot got a missle head that breaks every United Nation treaty And don’t mention my chin... Look in a mirror, yours is bigger, bafoon That’d be the pot callin’ the kettle black…spook, nigger and coon And peepin’ that adams apple, I know no Corey will bow to this joke Cos’ even my kids you swallowed are clawin’ their way outta your throat I’d make Girrafe neck swallow the truth, but why do that to him By the time it gets through his throat it’d turn back into a rumor again See, Resin made a career out of riding the dicks of popular rappers And Allen Iverson prolly thinks he’s the best at hoppin’ on fractures I get girls to holla back, cause they know a mac’s in the place Resin only gets girls to holla, ‘back,’ when they’re grabbing their mace Probably cause he looks like cock-eyed horse when he’s wooing… with crooked stares Tim Taylor would spend a fortune improving Yeah, Resin’s a stand up-guy…shit I’ll admit that eager Cos’ if you got raped by Frac you wouldn’t wanna sit down either Bitch, everyone at UPN agrees that T~R~E got the best of him How’s it feel to be the champ only cause your boy let you win? And since you attack Classick’s mole… you’re skill wasn’t intense See…you ain’t the only one who can diss something that doesn’t exist Resin M-I-C Quote: Originally Posted by SezsioN to the bright glossed corridors and its lean, high halls. To where the pallid shag fingers of the succubus rug suc/cu/bus (noun.) a female evil spirit or demon thought in medieval times to descend upon and have sexual intercourse with sleeping men. SUCCUBUS RUG?????????? AHAHAHAHA And ya'll seen his pic in da field.. let's go Aiyyo ..oh, is that right ., they gon start humpin this lug ., <<<WATCH OUT>>> whoeva reads ur borin verse.. might get victimized by ur succubus rug. ..maaan, go back to ur wife ., i’m smackin fellas ., u freak ..he think’s his carpet’s so fly it made Aladdin jealous. ..n i feel sorry fo whoeva married this reformed swinger The Ring was scary in theaters; ..but it’s more frightenin seein it on his deformed finger.. ..now linger ., on ur weak THROAT disses, sorry if u wanna feel a serious Lump .. check da cancerous 1 on da left breast of Mrs Corey. ..i’m dishin stories ., as i laugh at ur face ., muthafucka’s speedbump-chin just yielded Traffic for days. ..bash n dismay ., shit’s huuge ., feel da breech effect ., if he drooled ..it’d take 10 yrs fo da saliva to reach his neck. ..defeat n wreck ., u rhyme B-S & I don’t buy-it ., that barricade jaw provided police protection durin a massive riot. ..deny it.. now lemme mention Fracture in defense., cuz whuts its say when I merked da nig ur .500 against .,shiiit mayne ., i’ll let all of da bets show., ur face has a Frame that can put 10 innocent men on death row. ..lets go .. when it comes to losin title shots ur loyal man ., Richard’s 1st , 2nd , 3rd ..all came successively like England’s Royal Fam ..now breathe out.. my sword’ll toast ya., since u got thumbtac sized ears.. i’ll bash da side of ur head on da wall n hang my Jordan poster. ..roast ya ., ur lines are feces- it’s been set ., ur eyes bug out .. mated .. n bout to form a new species of insect. ..now i’ll BURY U ALIVE ., end shit n slay doubts., so da only time u put da ‘nail in da coffins’ when u tryna scratch ur way out. MAHFUCKA! Winner = Richard Corey Second Battle Setting - BBL Date - 19th of November 2006 Link to Battle - HERE Resin M-I-C to Richard, fuck an alias talk, take your fuckin’ tight ass clothing and stop wearing it fag jeans got such a designated seal it can covert op in a terrorist act all this time in text got your marriage lackin’ a general form rumors of a divorce got enough talks-in it to start a chemical war fuck a scyptology & stop trying to embellish your thesis that ‘movements all in your head’ to the point it discredits telekinesis i’ve had it up to here with your goody two shoes moral views aquatic life won’t ever be the same after this cor’ll lose this momma’s boy is going to get tossed in & weap your so hand-held, gameboy was designed after you crossing the street still living with his parents you not getting any bigger kid seriously, rich had a basement tenure twice as long as tigga did with a nose deteriorating i know you fearing the cypher nostrils got in-crypted passages that’d take historians yrs to decipher your only here because of what the bboys crew feels man he wouldn’t be accepted as Champ on ron burgundy’s newsteam he tends to spit when he talks or storms out loud spraying enough mist particles that one sentence can form a cloud you’re a pussy, a fairy, a yes ma’am, your attacks are stalled funny how you beat ‘Grip but lack the adhesive to attach some balls he has no libido now the wife thinks it’s a cursed marriage &, sex life’s such a bang theory it can supplement for earth’s origin whoever put you in their top 10 got a boring idol it’s over, finito, just consider the height of your thoughts corey lidle’d Richard Corey Yo, yo, People are like, “Aaron’s nice…he could win if Rich don’t get on him” Yeah, his pen runs circles around mine…if I’m drawing his win column Dude, I know you’re an alias…so the pic, the name and all isn’t right… there’s so much Fake Bull, it’s got me trippin’…over the praying Isrealites I know ya got a Kramer joke. But I could give a fuck what he tries to write I mean, dude’s jokes weren’t called for…but neither are you on Friday nights I smack my skin; swatting these bug-ass dudes tryna vie for my place Aaron tries to one up me…and smacks his lips when my flies in his face Faggot sucks dick, seriously…he’d pack my trouser snake and chode in lunches His mouth's a worm hole…Ozy prolly uses it to go back & find all those old punches Did y’all see his pale ass…Powder-lookin’ ass must harbor some sickness He’s such a TransParent…his kids buy him skirts and garters for Christmas Lama gave us the day off, that ain’t shit on what this opaque bitch did, damn He was a bigger ‘Class Act’, playin’ lead for his school as the Invisible Man I said he’s a faggot…f’real, he feigns for dick to glide in his stomach… Bitch got a Jones for my Jimmy that could smack the coufi off Elija Muhammad He’s a homo…teaming with viruses, infections and plagues So every dude that leans and rocks in the A’…should get tested for AIDS Dude, I R.Kelly’d your bitch and her friend, left them both perturbed after I pissed on ‘em, and sold the tapes as lost episodes of the Golden girls I’m sorry, but your horrible set-ups aren’t winning this man… Now watch me hand an L to ‘Ron that’d leave Tom Cruise jizzing his pants. Look man…your mulatto ass is tryin’ too hard…just admit it you’re wack… Besides ya flaws are so well pronounced.. they’ll never be mistaken for Black Winner = Resin M-I-C (Note - Resin was battling under the alias Aaron in this match) Third Battle Setting - WBL Date - 11th of February 2007 Link to Battle - HERE Richard Corey 16 Resin turned out to be a wannabe white boy, I was fuckin’ alarmed playin black roles ain’t cool…even Vendorman hides em under his arms Unlike ya mom, I don’t graze the fields. My diet? Nothin’ is kosher I only made Peta Bread once…when I saved your mother from poachers Resin worshipers will see this and leave; refusing to vote on this slaying The fact that I won is like ya riders, they both kinda go without saying… Ya girl calls me an organ grinder, the way we swerve in the sheets she calls you an organ grinder to help ya monkey ass find work in the streets Seriously, you need a job, your obsession with cars is sick, still stop being a car buff…there’s waaaay more cash in washing my windshield No one’s downloading your shit, even if you left it outside of the studio cats would never take the leak… unless your CD was lining a urinal Look at your damn dome, what are you going to do with the shape? I thought you only got a round head by telling dudes you had AIDS Dude, you lost on Thursday, that’s when I fuckin’ planned this verse so we’ll mark the 15th as the day Big L passed…from my hand to yours Resin M-I-C ..apologize fo da lateness., partyin comes first., accept it or not., here it is.. 16 Aiyyo ..beat u once., this’ll be the second effect., if this is an R & R battle then consider me top record exec ..this shit’s bank., while u jus a conniving geek., ugly fuck., his face got a cram that’d take students to ivy leagues ..stupid nigga., u’ll find defeat in this mission., plus ur eyes so bugged FBI surveillance feels threatened by ur vision ..shoe., vamoose., in hell’s where im’a send this guy., i’ll make this star-fleet n demote captain kirk on the enterprise ..been I-nettin it since ’95., we kno ur life’s a wreck., yea he got a ‘Please’d marriage’., he BEGS his wife for sex ^n that’s pushin it., viagra is where this guys fate is only time his woodworks is when he came out of hiatus ..it’s time for me to beat ur shit in & call it., so forget about bankin on skills ur shit would fit in my wallet ..u can’t touch my concepts., i gotta fly set., while ur ‘Iron clad ideas’ consists of gettin the wrinkles off ur wife’s dress u pussywhipped nigga. . . . . . Winner = Richard Corey due to Resin M-I-C not voting. Therefore, Resin M-I-C is technically the winner. Fourth Battle Setting - BBL Date - 20th of May 2007 Link to Battle - HERE Resin M-I-C Stop complainin, Richard. . . . . Aiyyo ..when I grab my berretta u’ll stop feudin bitch., put bullets In-Ri.. n hang ya corpse above Jesus head on the crucifix ..get left crosses., uppercutted., nigga u can’t defend it.. I’ll hit u with enough Rights to add another 50 amendments ..plus ur wife brings home maad tricks., n after givin head., she ‘bangs more wood up in a house’ than Night of the Living Dead ..every1’s fucked that whore., we already drilled the hoe. done tore it up., her cooch look like owen wilson’s nose ..Nika KILLED u dunn., but u aimed some boys u trust., nigga ya verse was played.. it deserves its own aisle in toys r us ..die u geriatric prick., u aint a proprietor with clothes., copped a young style., but saggin ur pants jus leaves ur diaper exposed ..u kno i’m gotdam right., u givin huggies a sure revival., shiit., kobe saw YOUR pull-ups n fuckn handed u the scoring title ..screwed Kung outta WBL., the situation got messy quick., maan even nascar fans’d turn they back on Richard’s Petty shit ..u’ve been portrayed as a cheater., ima put da quit in dude.. watch me pull ur cardigan., n ruin the sweater ya friends knit for u ..yousa geek, a nerd., don’t go further with ya steppin., the machine self destructed tryna turn this urkel into stefan ..go home nigga., i am da best so don’t push me if u can tell alot about a handshake., parkinsons says ur a pussy ..old fool., ur spines curvature gives u a stern drop., ur back’s been relying on a Rocker.. but 1 shot’ll make it turn pop ..had a big ass jaw fo years., shit STILL aint fly 2day.. he found the fountain of youth., dove chin first n splashed a man into an infant from a mile away ..ya BBL run was a fluke., see ur faith at hand., a pre-k class could fold n cut 10 snowflakes outta this Paper champ ..its ova, finito., you winnin here is fake clown., cuz any faint hopes u have jus hit its head on a table on da way down Mahfucka. . . . . . Richard Corey Let me get this straight Damn@that old pic being fake? WTF are you concealing, boy? & how ugly you gotta be if a cock-eyed horse is a more appealing choice? Just show your pic, fuckin’ coward, or else you’re a faggot, B’ Bitch got so many self-image issues, he inspired Oprah and her magazine But I gotta give you props for easin' racial tensions, so shorty holla went from a nappy headed ho…to the guy who’ll press it out for 40 dollars What are you scared of you faggot, dude’s violently freakin’ Last time I saw a dude trim-blend like that… I was mixin it up with his sis and wife on the weekend And dawg, this new pic? You better get a new disguise and often Cos no architect is vouchin’ for the slanted shutters your eyes are rockin Even yuppi can see your battles are biased as fuck, and that’s all I know if this ain’t rigged, explain the pullies you got over that drawbridge nose See, my verses make voters ‘come to their senses’, and dispel fears they’ll only come to yours to throw coins in those huge, wishing well ears And this new Asian style is just periods and pauses, so little is poppin’ cats screaming for the black version so loud, Spiderman just tripled its profit I know ya homeless ass sucks dick; thank my powers of observation wanna see him really blow out the Box office just pull your pants down during his hours of operation YOU said you respect me. But, you’re still what I’d call gay Still, I’ll re-spec the props you get… I mean, obviously they can’t see they’re going the wrong way People come from miles around, asking me to teach these scripts… cats come to learn from Res too…cos NOBODY knows what Green Tea is This kid Res is dirty, stepping out the bath, hoping the perfumes sooth it leavin behind the type of Muddy Water that could start a Blues movement Ya girl looks like an animal, f’real…no pimp would find a paying buyer I got several bucks from her, then I learned how to hold the reins tighter The board can’t stop talking about me, you know, I’m a legend to them And kids will only change the subject if the sentence reads “Resin will win” I’m like a circle, never ending; just check the heat I brung Only time you’ll act like a ring, bitch is flashing cards between rounds, next week…for me and Kung Winner = Resin M-I-C Fifth Battle Setting - BW's Picture Battle Tourney Date - 2nd of December 2007 Link to Battle - HERE Resin M-I-C Quick, see.. Aiyyo ..his poppin stare makes us feel sweltered., shiiiit., his eyes got a bigger Fallout design than nuclear shelters ..who u kiddin fool., ur features yell ouch., nose look like a paperbag fulla groceries afta the bottom fell out ..wearin undersized gear., nig learn ur lesson., the Embrace that shirt has can easily cure depression., ..so jus quit da facade & stop tryna hide it., i mean c'mon., that tee's tight enough to give u the heimlich ..nig got droopy features., get disgraced fast., muthafucka.. radioactive leaks wishes it had the melt ur face has ..n trust me., it aint hard to defeat Core., bitch.. go steal hitler's mustache so u can complete yours ..length x width equals.? maaann this isnt a fair game., even a Yale professor couldnt narrow it down as good as ya staircase ..peep that bicep.. ahaha who u harrassin with those.? if THAT'S an Armstrong., then consider da fuckin moon landing a hoax ..yeah asians can't drive., but ur flimsy shit aint tough i take mean Jug handles., ur scrawny arms find it hard to grope A cups ..viewers strayed from da hit tv show., but u got em quick., all the fans of a Grey Anatomy jus tuned in to your bottom lip ..hidin ya big ass dome., it's ova., this bitch aint thrivin., the Cut-Off ur forehead has can get 3 counts of reckless drivin., ..muthafucka.. . . . Richard Corey You an ape-lookin’ bitch. Pointing guns? Yeah, right ya sorry old punk See, my dudes lift gats. When you lift barrels… Luigi and Mario jump And da-da-da-damn @ that forehead! The whole shape’s just long That shit is MASSIVE…Res gets automatic shout outs in Reggae songs Plus, peep his fuckin hairline, you should fire whoever shaved you, bro The Wu can’t drop enuff diagrams to mathematically replicate that slope And lol@ Resin’ resembling an orange ghost, I’m seeing the traits Think I’m lyin…please explain that human-hair Pac Man eatin your face Peep this virgin’s thin wrists, I feel sorry for this fucker, I’m honest It’s sad when ya bedpost & wristwatch have the same number of notches brown stains in the front of ya jeans? In male ass he buries the bone Bitch, all ya laps are tainted now, just admit it and retire like Marion Jones. Res’ impersonating Jack Bauer, but I guess I can see it this punk’s way They both spend seasons on the screen and try to act like it’s just one day Res is so stuck on himself, but the shit is all comical tho’… thinks he’s God’s gift, and came to battle wrapped in swaddling clothes 50 Cent is a prophet! Anyone callin’ that a shirt is just stupid fag’s a Window Shopper…and here he is rockin’ his curtains to prove it But back to that forehead, that shit just shoots vertically from the guy’s mug U.S. train systems thank God ya people never had such a tendency to rise up Mothafucka, I suggest you powder that shit…you betta act on directions a gorilla see that hard glare ya given and perceive it as an act of aggression Winner = Richard Corey Series Current Standings Resin M-I-C - 3 Richard Corey - 2 Note - Voting link wins are ignored. If Resin M-I-C had of voted in their second battle, he would have got the win. 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sral LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS sral's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: CRUMPETVILLE Posts: 8,605 Battle Record: 28-3 Champed - Gimmick Battle League - The Winter Topical - Topical Martyrs - Lime Green Poetry Association - Lyric Olympics - Art of Writing League - Guerrilla Writing League (2x) - Black August II Rep Power: 85899394 sral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond repute Default Galvatron and Cyclonus - Homegrown Rolecall (circa 1998) Cyclonus: I made Homegrown what it is today and then i threw it away said fuck this mayhem i'll be back on a rainy day well listen motherfukkas it's a stormy season i'm tired of seein' kids like "Souljah" RHYME with no REASON smack you with my lyrics drop you to your knees and make you give me sexual pleasures i know it's eXXXtreme but Transformers go to any measures to elminate your kind in due time your rhymes is like a mime to a deaf man, it ain't getting through Galvatron: and the only thing Souljah's gettin? blue, and black bruises, as we leave ya toothless are we ruthless? naw.... we just hate herb emcees, and you're guilty of perjury you think ya hurtin me? that's an absurdity. i' burn emcees to the third DEGREE, and now ya' SWEATIN our styles profusely what? do you need clues B? or should i just come out and say we're refusing any attempts to diffuze thee, flame that we've set upon the battlegrounds fuck Barnum & Bailey's cuz we trample clowns, that use sampled sounds Cyclonus: and whack ass herbs like SHAFT73 with downs, syndrome i'm in domes, im under your skin i guarantee a reply from you and half of your kin saying "don't mess with shaft he's twice as good as you" or "don't mess with me i got a bad ass crew" well fuck you! don't be mad cuz you suck eMCee vaccum you had better duck, and get out before i TRANSFORM Galvatron: we make all your fans join our legion as you just sit there sad, scorned and depressed, cuz we blessed the microphone, and its obvious you guessed inside ya poems or instead of tryin to diss and say you're the best, you would've told the truth and paid respects we slay rejects, guess who's next on the list? gotta be the wackest wun out there, that "Konflikt" kid cuz while i'm rockin this, up on stage i'm near the front while you're in the background cuz you fear this wun i can't blame you... oh i almost forgot, Akira sucks Cyclonus: Konflikt you whack and i think you know it in each of your rhymes you have no shame to show it i know you gonna like this verse so much i might as well start unzipping now so you can blow it uh-oh is that a tear i see well wipe that shit off you jump in front of me everytime you think i'm gonna cough you wanna catch my cold and collect my germs do tests on my genetics and swallow my sperm well Konflikt you ran into a single term your a little WORM trying to make it in a big APPLE the only problem is when it comes to fight you don't wanna grapple and when you are in my presence your more shook up then SNAPPLE Galvatron: and to prove that you're no hassle, we'll twist ya cap and stick ya head up ya asshole don't get bashfull, just cuz we left ya ass full, with ya overly swollen head you couldn't spit sick rhymes if you ate a loaf of molded bread i'll remove ya skull instead, go down to the alley, aim at the ten pins and bowl ya head. i told ya kids, i aint somethin you wanna fuck with, cuz i'll tell you plain out "you suck bitch!" i'll leave ya body floatin in a lake next to the duck shit, so please don't test me cuz i'l have ya family wonderin if you're still alive, like Elvis Presley Cyclonus: ya know what Galv, that new cat BRUZ, his whole style is messy this kid talks more shit then comes out his ass but when it comes to a battle his jaw is made of glass your whole strategy is shattered i leave you more battered, then your mother after domestic abuse your father got pissed cuz my fat dick made her pussy all loose hey hey, if you want to commit suicide, i can sell you the noose Galvatron: and if BRUZ did attempt to battle, he'd lose just like wack-ass Iceman did to Skeletor should i call Ice wack? what do i really need to tell him for? you already know it, its obvious you blow kid, what? Galvatron's the dopest? well, no shit! but back to the topic, which is the wack kids that talk shit y'all need to stop this, cuz we're the new heads of state running this office i would say the Decepticons are on top of this metropolis, but ya girl likes it when i'm on the bottom kid dick all up in her esophegus, chokin, gropin, and strokin while i'm pokin all the while i'm hopin she keeps her jaw open for the explosion Cyclonus: people like Kenny Klever wouldn't be sucessful even with a magic potion move away from me in a bacward motion just because i'm your idol don't mean you have to rub me with lotion gay kids like you need to be sunk in the ocean and played out gimmicks are really getting on my nerves DOJA and BHUDDA MONK yeah i'm referring to you herbs "i smoke marijuana so i'm cool" is your story but always in too many words you guys are the SHIT that really bothers me like squishy hershey turds so get the fuck off my board before i have you forcefully removed Galvatron: wun thing Homegrown can do without is more of you already, we've disses scores of dudes but this next verse, is to reject nerds like Kevvy Kev and J Boogie it obvious, while we were in school, you two was playin hookie and now we're slayin rookies, place ya bets, pay the bookie cuz the day ya can claim ya shook me is the same day the devil sees some snow postin rhymes against us is on a need to know basis and right now you need to NO get on ya knees and blow each other and see if each can flow ya need to grow, up and feed your brains some knowledge the only time you ever came to college, was when "janitor" was what your job is so stop kids, think about why you're tryin to rap, is it for the money and fame? cuz either way, you're guaranteed to be left out in the mud and the rain, for comin so played Cyclonus: either way, Deutrium got you both beat anyday "3 game winning streak (2 defaults and 1 forfeit)" a quote from your own profile page it's pittiful when you brag about wins like those next you gonna go around braggin about how you pulled in some hoes for under 3oo dollars a peice little does the crowd know that one was your neice you need a good rhyme so you can win a battle let me get you one to lease and SYNOPSIS don't think you got away so easily the reason you got six micons is your competition was so measily and you live off bonus awards sorry to say but i got hoardes of lyrical swords pointed right at your third eye reply to this in a kind matter or be prepared to die in a lyrical sense of course tuck in those big lips when you pout SYNOPSIS you look like a horse Galvatron: we're takin back Homegrown with might and force, so who's the next ta harm bruh? well, it gotta either be Spitfire or that idiot Karma these two is about as deadly as the feathers in a parka i'll dismember each of your body parts from, their joints and spread them in the park son i'm shinin divine light down, yet you two is still the "left in the dark wuns" you couldn't drop ill shit, if an A.I.D.S. infected fag fucked you, causing you to fart cum you were finished before you start son, better go get a refund on your Compaq Presario and while your at it, why don't you go and pawn that stereo Cyclonus: now for a new type scenario...here we go yo! Transformers is back in full effects we just took out the whole board so what dumb fuck would step next i promise if we battle i won't place on a whack hex drop that whack line... you need lessons, i'm giving them out and green cards to the dirty mex yupp that's you DAE no more need to run from immigration La Migra!! you can now claim that America is your home nation the facts Transformers said here tonight is no exaggeration just intimidation for future midigation and relations, i don't want to pretend to like you give me a microphone and then i will fight you a left insult straight to the jugg'lar followed by a combo truth about your mother this was the first roll call do you bitch asses really want another ~RS²~ |
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User CP FAQ Community Calendar New Posts Search Quick Links Log Out User Tag List Reply Thread Tools Search this Thread Rate Thread Display Modes Old 06-14-2018, 08:40 AM #1 sral LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS sral's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: CRUMPETVILLE Posts: 8,605 Battle Record: 28-3 Champed - Gimmick Battle League - The Winter Topical - Topical Martyrs - Lime Green Poetry Association - Lyric Olympics - Art of Writing League - Guerrilla Writing League (2x) - Black August II Rep Power: 85899394 sral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond repute Default Hybrid Angels collab - Metheus, Ebbenflow, Espionage, Freefall, Mizzery (2003) Metheus see I dont war wit cats but uhh, the enforcer's back.. so I'm leavin somebody's corpse in a gorge wit rats.. Meth stroll through YO hood.. glocks out 'n shit.. lookin for the ki's like I'm locked out my crib.. these hateful niccas should grateful.. chances are, I made the style that got flip'd to the style that made u.. we the Angels that merked Charlie.. so godly that u thinkin we aint sposed to be on this earth, are we..? all of a sudden cats is thuggin & feel bold.. u fuckas can kick the bucket til ya make a field goal.. Ebbenflow Im dope with a verse.. commence an attack, when i`m wreckin a rant... leave you smoked in the dirt... grab my dick, choke it and squirt, til it leaks out, green spots, broken and hurt... i'm soaked with the verse.. spray liquid... i slay misfits til they face get left with eight imprints.. it's an everyday pattern, but fuck it, i fade bastards til they fall sleep and awake shattered.. so get away, while i spray, verbal grenades, stay leapin hurdles over turtles with Aids.. im certtain your gay, that's why i attack fruity fellows, i'm smooth with swell flows, check the proof, it's yellow.. mellow, and mild.. i'm jealous with rhymes.. so much i'm expellin a line to a jesuit mime.. rhymes? i tell it sublime, just ask the trick that talked back.. i rocked his hat with a chalk rack.. like i said.. im sick like a doctor.. kickin the hot verse.. with syphillis shot nerves.. kickin to flock birds.. i shout out to hybrid.. blot out the nicest.. cuz i'm flat out the ricest. Espionage a hybrid angel...is an unbounded mind ...whose rhymes make minds fly tranquil... around cloud 9 rockin jesus sandals... golden wings on ankles named rap's messiah... after i killed a handel sample i got a babyface... everything in the purest form black skin, red blood, check the flag, trini to the bone over ur head, like a halo??? im usin a strange flow? well in lame terms i'll still break ur back man, like batman, w/ bane yo Freefall if yall got beef, imma claim vegeterian these cats are ill, someone get em a vetrenarian it gets scary when you tried carryin my weight crushed ya worms so bad ya got buried in dabait its rare id even try the angle just to dive and hang you from a stage thats live in plain view in big words HYBRID ANGELS HA! ive smoked my life and cash away a pack a day left the batch i blazed to ash thats gray and left the pack astray in fact i may come back to stay since the beginning every inning im winning yall stay fallin off like lemmings Mizzery steal-souls, we still full'a, that legendary text-touch/ but if you feel-bold, still-hold, my hands close to the techs; touch// set in stone, we nice, sick, ill, dope, and so fourth and such/ don't battle much, no one holds a candle to us, aside from catholic nuns// but i'm rattlin on, formed the angels with himself, no one challengin' God/ drop bars, like alcoholic retards, with balancing-rods/ still hold swords to throats, extort ya hope, of course i'm dope// chatterin like you want war, but nope; you more than don't/ so we sit on thrones observin, alone we servin/ any crew that steps, but you hoes n vermin, actin handicapped/ HA! expose you persons, no one as sick or close, for certain// just a little somethin' lettin' y'all know we still run this internet rap shit, HA! __________________ - Netcees Rebuttal Tourney - Art of Writing League (x 4) - AOWL Season 11 Champion (Undefeated Season) sral is offline Add to sral's Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Reply Edit TagsTags None Quick Reply Message: Remove Text Formatting Bold Italic Underline Insert Link Insert Image Wrap [QUOTE] tags around selected text Decrease Size Increase Size Options Quote message in reply? « Previous Thread | Next Thread » Currently Active Users Viewing This Thread: 1 (1 members and 0 guests) Lindel Posting Rules You may post new threads You may post replies You may post attachments You may edit your posts BB code is On Smilies are On [IMG] code is On HTML code is Off Forum Rules Forum Jump Archives All times are GMT -4. 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