FINAL NAMES: RLH VS SINI VS VINNIE VS *PAUSE

Lindel · 11-25-2024, 11:58 PM

I'M AIMING WITH KNIVES AND SWORDS: THE RAGE OF VULCAN RAGE: SOAKED IN RAGE: SOAKED IN PAIN/
ROPE AND CHAIN; THE HOPE IS PLANE; I'LL DRIVE PLANES THROUGH THE ASTRAL PLANE; AND CAUSE 911/
I'M THE ATOMIC BOMB SURGEON; THE BOMB SURGEON; THE LUSTFUL DEMON SCREAMING LEGIONS/
I'M SEAING DEVIL'S AND DEMONS; THE LEVEL OF SCREAMING WAS BEAMING FOR THE WINTER SEASON/
I'M HIGHER THAN MOST CATS; THE SLY OF A WHIPLASH; WAS THE SIGN THAT THE PLANE CRASHED/
MENTAL HOLOCAUST; DENTAL OF A FLOSS; I'M CLEANER WITH THE SCIMITAR RAP; THAN MUMMIES IN EGYPTIAN LAND/
I'M THE SEMINAL CAPTAIN; THE RAPPING OF EVERLASTING SLASHING OF DASHING AND RAPPING/
CATAPAULT DEMONS OVER THE WICKED CASTLE WALL; I BATTLED A DRAGON IN THE BATTLE HALL/
MOMENT OF TIME; ECHELON OF A EON; THE METAL BOMB SCREAMED FROM THE PEON/
HEATHEN FROM THE TWIST OF THE WORLD; I SPEWED BLUE PESTILENCE AT RED BLOOD/
WICCANS AND WARLOCKS; WIZARD'S AND WITCHES; SINISTER MISSIONS FROM CLIPS OF A PISTON/
THE SCHISM OF WISDOM; WAS THE MINUTE OF SYSTEM; I'LL GIVE A PEN PTSD; THE INK WAS PERMANENT; GERMS AND SIN/
I'M THE MAKER OF HEAVEN; THE MAKER OF LIGHT; I'M THE SCHISM WISDOM; ALGORITHM/
SALVAGE DICTION; SHOOT THE PISTON; SHOOT THE PISTON; THE WATER IS DIVINE/
I'M THE EARTH AND UNIVERSE; THE CUNIEFORM OF DICTION; THE RELGIOUS CRUCIFIXTION; THE JEWISH DICTION/
MALNUTRITION THE CURRCILUM OF WISDOM SCHISM; THE LOBOTOMY OF THE HEART OF RAP; WAS A HEART ATTACK/
I'M THE ALGORITHM OF RAP; THE SCHISM OF RAP; THE SALVAGE DICTION OF RAP; THE MALNUTRITION OF RAP/
I 'CUT THE CORD' PISTONS WITH A BLUDGONED SWORD; BLOODY WAR WAS THE SCHISM FROM A HUNDRED SWORDS/
I'M THE CUT FROM THE SHROUD OF TURIN; BURNING GERMAN LUGAR MANEAVEURS; THE PLANET ATTACK/
GRANITE ATTACK; I'LL TAKE THE WORLD FOR GRANITE/GRANTED; WHEN TORTURE IS THE METHOD FOR THE CERVIX ATTENTION/~
MACHINE GUN RAP; THE SERENE SUN ZAP: I'm the MACHINE GUNNER SPITTER FROM SERENE SUN SHIMMER//
It's a PIZZA SLICE; IT'S A PIECE OF PIE; YET WHEN I GO AGAINST A WACK EMCEE? IT'S EASY AS CAKE//
I'm the authority of rhyming; I CONJURE BLACK PATHOS AND ETHOS; FOR GRIM WRITING FROM THE SHRINE OF CHRIST/
DIVINE AS CHRIST: COME INSIDE THE SISTINE CHAPEL: I HAVE A WHITE DIAMOND MACHINE GUN THAT'LL GLEAM THE LIGHT WITH BULLETS OF THE EVENING NIGHT//
I'm the conjure of BLACK MAGIC: ATTACK HABITS WITH BRANDISH CUTS: SANSKRIT DOVE/
I ORDERED A PIZZA FOR 9.95; than ATE A SLICE; EASY AS A PIZZA SLICE; FROM THE GRANDEUR OF EASY RHYMES//
I'm the SADISTIC SPITTER: RHYME MACHINE GUN RAPS; POISED SHOTGUNS THROUGH THE SPLEEN OF A REGIME/
I ORDRED TWIN COBRAS: GOT TWIN SERPENTS; WAS IT A MAN OR A SERPENT; ASK THE METHODICAL KILL FROM A TERROIST PLAGUE//
I'm the MOMENT OF TIME: THE CONJURING OF BLACK MAGIC: ATTACK WACK RAPPERS WITH WACK SALVAGE/
COURT ORDER DENOMINATIONS WITH WACK RAPPERS: I HAVE A GOLDEN KEY THAT'LL SEND THEM BEHIND IRON BARS//
The MOMENT OF TIME WHEN THE CONJURING OF BLACK MAGIC WAS THE ORDER OF LINES: THE MORTAR OF RHYMES/
I BEND 'THE FABRIC OF TIME' WITH THE AVERAGE OF RHYMES: IT'S THE PUNCHLINES THAT HAVE RAPID EFFECT; ATTACKING YOUR NECK//
I WAS BORN FROM THE MISCHEVEOUS SUN BLOCK OF RHYMES: MOONSOON RAP: TAIL THE SUN WITH BIJUU BOMBS//
I'm THE HEBREW SONG THAT KILLED THE SINEW CLOG; FOR WHEN I WAS BORN I WAS SENT TO NINEVEH WITH BREAD FOR DINNER SON//
I WAS BORN FROM THE SEAS OF TIME: BRANDISH CUTS: AVERAGE SONS BESIDE A SHRINE OF CHRIST/
PROPHETS FROM THE GOLDEN FAUX AND LORE: TALKED TO THOR THAN SETTLED THE SCORE WITH CHRIST WITH METAL SWORDS//
I'm the SON OF RHYMES: THE SON OF RHYMES: I ORDERED THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX WITH GENIUS AND BEAMING//
I 'CUT CLOTH' LIKE THE SHROUD TURIN WITH GERMAN SWORDS FOR THE BIRTH OF WAR; A SKIRT WAS WORN FROM THE BURN OF WAR//
I'm the conniving clever fox; the intricate sun kiss star kiss; I ORDERED THE ORDER 66; and got 666; the devil's advocate/
I'M GEPETTO BRANDISH WHIP; THE DEVIL'S WORSHIP ME: I SEA THE LIGHT; I WAS WORSHIPPED BY A RED HOMOSAPIEN WITH CONNOTATION//

VS

What’s a dandy lion to a dandelion? I pay you no respect.
You’re a complete lollygag, that means a wooden joke in text.
This a goal I’m getting strolling effortlessly toward an open net the goalies left.
Your punchlines are full time faggot. This ain’t gonna go to pens.
I’m overheads like a rainbow kick; you won’t impress with that Age old shit.
If I raise both fists, it ain’t to issue your eviction order.. but you better take notice before I break noses.
Save those biblical babbling’s, your favourite author is a lie,
The truth is Age, you relate cause both your stories are contrived.
All you do is cry about hate votes - morning, noon and night
I’m sure that you could find a way to turn even water into whine.
I’ve been the thorn that’s in your side since I arose,
A giant slowly rising, growing silently pasture pile below.
Manure wack. Fans of Rap-Royalty pray that after defeat
he’s ran to Netcees, and ‘leaves in private’ like Adam and Eve.
The nerve of this parableplegic is gettin’ embarrassin’; you’ve never been adequate
in any stage of writing, I’m Age-defying like Jennifer Anniston.
Your heads on my sack religiously, so anything after this
false as the manicured nails MCD buried your casket with.
You’re not a menace you sack of shit. Been a faggot past and present.
Now you’re a shadow of your former self. You’re a phantom Menace.
A sith you could beat me! I Yoda kid a neckline fracture
Dagobah for bar with me, you’ll need a Jedi Master
and have an Empire back ya, or I’m Tatooine your face
for calling me out short of a thousand like Methuselah’s age.
You’re two and the same since Enoch sonned you. I’m on a fact stating mission.
Let’s not bash faithful Christian’s, the kid a fool.. a bigger tool than man-made religion.
It’s last place you finished in the human race; threw away the lead you took
You were straining keeping up. I grew in pace, now eat my dust, til you can make a decent run.
I’m through with training. Seasons done. Been and won while you were exercising your demons,
If bible believers getting cross, I’ll crucify him with Jesus.
Why are you even here? You re-appeared tryna make us believe
but take it from me, heavyweight boxing’s the only AJ-Fury were waiting to see.
You’ll get knocked straight off your feet for trying me here, dawg
Ain’t nothing real about you. Everything you write is Amir Khan.
A mere con, get it? ‘Cause you a prisoner in your own mind
for thinking the SkySports your imaginary friend. This is Showtime.
The Klitschko Bros prime against a soup can - I’ll end it too fast
No contest. Aspartame’s far too sweet. I’d never do that.
The left’s a loose cannon. You should have tried ducking these
before you lose your belt. Suture self once your eyes cut and bleeds.
You lost already. I was offered entry to Fight Club for free
but I preferred tasting Earl Grey, it’s more my cup of tea.
I wanted five hundred EACH! You were a pussy from the start
wouldn’t agree to my shit, and pleaded a fifth like the ‘Murrican you are.
I could double this in half the time with a quarter of the effort
‘cause your skill set’s so ‘minute’, I could slaughter you in seconds
and without ordering the letters into those caps that you have
to emphasise a point. I capitalise on the fact that you’re wack.
You’re battling manic schizophrenia. You’re mentally insane.
This a baptism of fire for you to dance with the devil in diss May.
Hell is what awaits for you, in the end there’s no escape,
even when you’re feeling brave again and ready to regain
any semblance of your senses; you’ll remember me ‘cause Age
I’ll be there to lead the way...
treading on your cranium, just to make sure the depression weighs heavy on your brain.
You’re everything I hate in text; I’m proof of good not winning evil.
Already beat you once. I’ll Ice Age Too if he Pixar sequel.
We’re different people, me, you and your split personalities
and not one whimsical fantasy has it in them challenge me.
Quit with the faggot-tree, your shear snippets show why we have to weed you out.
Oaks take form from acorns. You’re planting seeds of doubt.
Always leaves around June, the board flourishes for the rest of summer.
Well I’m a self-raising flower - I was made for the pressure cooker.
There’s an oven in Hell’s Kitchen, I trust you’re a fast learner
‘cause womanly well-wishers get put on the backburner.
You’re the funniest Frankfurter. Silly sausage, empty your bread.
I’m hot, dog. You mustard misunderstood now you’re tryin’ da ketchup instead.
Everyone’s says I’m on a roll. You’re straight buns, quit copying me.
I promise you people judge a Shepherd by the flock of his sheep.
You don’t wanna get fleeced. I had paid shows every god other week.
Guess you’re proof of just how far my livestock has decreased.
Old McDonald would seethe if he could see me now. Fuck what he thinks.
What goods the opinion of some fictional old man that doesn’t exist?
You’re dumb as the scripture writing. The script you’re writing has to go
and your votes are the same thing back and forth like a palindrome.
You have a soap opera style full of re-runs and repeats
with nothing of real value to offer, but ya show up every week.
Once you were decent, and some hope he’ll return to the former glory
they saw before he was churning our nothing but boring stories.
Plot twist. I’d be turning in my grave if I were a Hall Of Famer
you’re the worst to have disgraced the site. These words the call of nature -
I’m sure ya pissed. You’ll call it quits before I call it a night.
I can tell he phony without telephony. He scared to put it all on the line.
This moron can’t buy iPhone’s cause Apple’s are forbidden fruit.
I’ll ring your stupid neck faggot, you couldn’t stick it to me with Gorilla Glue.
I’m in my groove like laminate flooring. I don’t have to cut corners,
you’ve been handed the short end of the stick in this magic performance.
I wand to spell the end of this trick like “Abracadabra!”
while spreading wildfire, since he’s a natural disaster
inferno mercy. Tsunamis will storm your defences.
Lemme at ‘em, I’m Eric Harris if you want war in the trenches.
Call him a medic. I won’t even Columbine name
I’d put ‘He’s A Bitch’ on his obituary, then his loss column by name.
Bye nameless faggot. I Excel while a higher PowerPoint to your words.
Choirboy shouldn’t cursor OneNote out of him tryna voice his concern
I’ll Office head. Change your entire Outlook like Windows 10.
I’m a Mac daddy. You’re Microsoft, must be wired different then.
This bitch should get with the program. There’s no damn doubting
He’d sell a butt if he weren’t celibate. He enjoys when a prolapse round him.
Butt how can I claim that you’re gay when you’ve done no ass pounding
and you’re the type to walk up Brokeback Mountain...

just to hold hands down it?

VS

(2004)

Answer:
13 Lines, Its OVA

X? rejected ... thats what's best bitch ... give up now, cuz i got this -battle on SHER LOCK, HOLMES- like a fuckin |WARFIELD DETECTIVE|..!! (KO - Wha!? ALREADY!?)

rape him n, now ... he's ravin with doubt ... cuz i got this -PUSSY RUNNIN-BACK HOME- like |STEPHEN DAVIS'S HOUSE|..!! (damn...running back for panthers - feline, hence pussy)
stop, you're a waste, kid ... choppin ya face, quik ... and have X fuckin -scared to check in- like |NERVOUS HOSPITAL PATIENTS|..!!
Answer - known to clap gats ... and smack fags ... cuz X couldnt -make a stand- with |2 KINGS IN BLACKJACK|...!!
you bet this ho's dyin ... cuz i leave ya testicles tightened ... *reach for the stars kid* cuz X couldnt -TOUCH THE BELT- if he |SLEPT WITH ORION|..!!
DI? well, they're slammed ... you think you'll see the belt in your hand!? ... this match is simply -account (a count) down to ya death- like |HEALTHCARE PLANS|..!! (Ouch...)
this kid bestin me? ... pftt, I wreck this G ... *Hell*, im'a -dance with the devil- just to prove |DAMIAN cant STEP TO ME|..!! (DAYUM ... his name is damian)
I'm fast to neglect ... the wack n the pests ... cuz I'm known to -CROSS X'S LINES- a fuckin |GRAPH INTERCEPT|..!!
leave you weary, bleedin, WHAT!? ... X dont fear me? please, ya guts ... got nothin to do with it -- cuz like -MALE STREAKERS- the whole *site* can |CLEARLY SEE YOU'RE (your) NUTS|..!!
i smash gay kids ... fck it this fag's wasted ... lets be real yo -- last time X -MASTERED A FORUM(form)- was his fuckin |LAST GRADE SKIP|..!! (damn...in the carribeans they go by forms instead of grades)

Next -- dude, you're So ... Dead -- loser's old ... Sheeit -- last time there was a -COMMOTION ABOUT X- was at the |TENTH SUPERBOWL|..!! (the super bowl uses roman numerals - X being 10)

VS

Oh, the poor Gal Was Great Til Ye 'Shopped Away!! Stop- don't push Out A Tape & Collage Ya Name!!..
'cause Rapping Lame as your Graphics K? either way you won't drop an "Alba Making 'em Want To Bang"!!

[Nas Sig / Quick Biggie Smalls Signature]

Hey!

Jim Glockz Is Pretty Clean!! study his GFX before Pics Crop n' Sigs Drop which Diss Nas & Biggie Please!!
If Not? we'll see Ribs Popped With Sini's Teeth "tearing Kar' heart apart" like Rick Ross In Skinny Jeans!!-

'til we see "Car'cass & bone", like he Decided To Lose His Virginity!! ALAS. Vagina Refuses Him Instantly!!
such a Bitch- If We ask K Why you ain't in pussy? he'll reply, "False" while Applying A Lubricant Literally!!

Due to "irrelevant set-ups + schemes": any K Flip Or Punch Is A Downer & Clips're Bust At Him Outward!!
I'm gassin on Kar 'cause a Shell Gets 'Em Pumped- as the man decides to "Fill Err Up Within Counters"!!

[Filler Up With Encounters]

Arteries Stop As Fangs Sink In K Deep- 'til this "fruit Kar Been Ate" like Sparkling Squash & Grape Drinks!!
Start Wiki On This Page Link & They've Seen- the only Place We, can find that Kar Niggie's Topping J.P!!

11-25-2024, 11:58 PM	#1
Lindel Box Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 1,141 Rep Power: 0	*FINAL NAMES: RLH VS SINI VS VINNIE VS PAUSE** I'M AIMING WITH KNIVES AND SWORDS: THE RAGE OF VULCAN RAGE: SOAKED IN RAGE: SOAKED IN PAIN/ ROPE AND CHAIN; THE HOPE IS PLANE; I'LL DRIVE PLANES THROUGH THE ASTRAL PLANE; AND CAUSE 911/ I'M THE ATOMIC BOMB SURGEON; THE BOMB SURGEON; THE LUSTFUL DEMON SCREAMING LEGIONS/ I'M SEAING DEVIL'S AND DEMONS; THE LEVEL OF SCREAMING WAS BEAMING FOR THE WINTER SEASON/ I'M HIGHER THAN MOST CATS; THE SLY OF A WHIPLASH; WAS THE SIGN THAT THE PLANE CRASHED/ MENTAL HOLOCAUST; DENTAL OF A FLOSS; I'M CLEANER WITH THE SCIMITAR RAP; THAN MUMMIES IN EGYPTIAN LAND/ I'M THE SEMINAL CAPTAIN; THE RAPPING OF EVERLASTING SLASHING OF DASHING AND RAPPING/ CATAPAULT DEMONS OVER THE WICKED CASTLE WALL; I BATTLED A DRAGON IN THE BATTLE HALL/ MOMENT OF TIME; ECHELON OF A EON; THE METAL BOMB SCREAMED FROM THE PEON/ HEATHEN FROM THE TWIST OF THE WORLD; I SPEWED BLUE PESTILENCE AT RED BLOOD/ WICCANS AND WARLOCKS; WIZARD'S AND WITCHES; SINISTER MISSIONS FROM CLIPS OF A PISTON/ THE SCHISM OF WISDOM; WAS THE MINUTE OF SYSTEM; I'LL GIVE A PEN PTSD; THE INK WAS PERMANENT; GERMS AND SIN/ I'M THE MAKER OF HEAVEN; THE MAKER OF LIGHT; I'M THE SCHISM WISDOM; ALGORITHM/ SALVAGE DICTION; SHOOT THE PISTON; SHOOT THE PISTON; THE WATER IS DIVINE/ I'M THE EARTH AND UNIVERSE; THE CUNIEFORM OF DICTION; THE RELGIOUS CRUCIFIXTION; THE JEWISH DICTION/ MALNUTRITION THE CURRCILUM OF WISDOM SCHISM; THE LOBOTOMY OF THE HEART OF RAP; WAS A HEART ATTACK/ I'M THE ALGORITHM OF RAP; THE SCHISM OF RAP; THE SALVAGE DICTION OF RAP; THE MALNUTRITION OF RAP/ I 'CUT THE CORD' PISTONS WITH A BLUDGONED SWORD; BLOODY WAR WAS THE SCHISM FROM A HUNDRED SWORDS/ I'M THE CUT FROM THE SHROUD OF TURIN; BURNING GERMAN LUGAR MANEAVEURS; THE PLANET ATTACK/ GRANITE ATTACK; I'LL TAKE THE WORLD FOR GRANITE/GRANTED; WHEN TORTURE IS THE METHOD FOR THE CERVIX ATTENTION/~ MACHINE GUN RAP; THE SERENE SUN ZAP: I'm the MACHINE GUNNER SPITTER FROM SERENE SUN SHIMMER// It's a PIZZA SLICE; IT'S A PIECE OF PIE; YET WHEN I GO AGAINST A WACK EMCEE? IT'S EASY AS CAKE// I'm the authority of rhyming; I CONJURE BLACK PATHOS AND ETHOS; FOR GRIM WRITING FROM THE SHRINE OF CHRIST/ DIVINE AS CHRIST: COME INSIDE THE SISTINE CHAPEL: I HAVE A WHITE DIAMOND MACHINE GUN THAT'LL GLEAM THE LIGHT WITH BULLETS OF THE EVENING NIGHT// I'm the conjure of BLACK MAGIC: ATTACK HABITS WITH BRANDISH CUTS: SANSKRIT DOVE/ I ORDERED A PIZZA FOR 9.95; than ATE A SLICE; EASY AS A PIZZA SLICE; FROM THE GRANDEUR OF EASY RHYMES// I'm the SADISTIC SPITTER: RHYME MACHINE GUN RAPS; POISED SHOTGUNS THROUGH THE SPLEEN OF A REGIME/ I ORDRED TWIN COBRAS: GOT TWIN SERPENTS; WAS IT A MAN OR A SERPENT; ASK THE METHODICAL KILL FROM A TERROIST PLAGUE// I'm the MOMENT OF TIME: THE CONJURING OF BLACK MAGIC: ATTACK WACK RAPPERS WITH WACK SALVAGE/ COURT ORDER DENOMINATIONS WITH WACK RAPPERS: I HAVE A GOLDEN KEY THAT'LL SEND THEM BEHIND IRON BARS// The MOMENT OF TIME WHEN THE CONJURING OF BLACK MAGIC WAS THE ORDER OF LINES: THE MORTAR OF RHYMES/ I BEND 'THE FABRIC OF TIME' WITH THE AVERAGE OF RHYMES: IT'S THE PUNCHLINES THAT HAVE RAPID EFFECT; ATTACKING YOUR NECK// I WAS BORN FROM THE MISCHEVEOUS SUN BLOCK OF RHYMES: MOONSOON RAP: TAIL THE SUN WITH BIJUU BOMBS// I'm THE HEBREW SONG THAT KILLED THE SINEW CLOG; FOR WHEN I WAS BORN I WAS SENT TO NINEVEH WITH BREAD FOR DINNER SON// I WAS BORN FROM THE SEAS OF TIME: BRANDISH CUTS: AVERAGE SONS BESIDE A SHRINE OF CHRIST/ PROPHETS FROM THE GOLDEN FAUX AND LORE: TALKED TO THOR THAN SETTLED THE SCORE WITH CHRIST WITH METAL SWORDS// I'm the SON OF RHYMES: THE SON OF RHYMES: I ORDERED THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX WITH GENIUS AND BEAMING// I 'CUT CLOTH' LIKE THE SHROUD TURIN WITH GERMAN SWORDS FOR THE BIRTH OF WAR; A SKIRT WAS WORN FROM THE BURN OF WAR// I'm the conniving clever fox; the intricate sun kiss star kiss; I ORDERED THE ORDER 66; and got 666; the devil's advocate/ I'M GEPETTO BRANDISH WHIP; THE DEVIL'S WORSHIP ME: I SEA THE LIGHT; I WAS WORSHIPPED BY A RED HOMOSAPIEN WITH CONNOTATION// VS What’s a dandy lion to a dandelion? I pay you no respect. You’re a complete lollygag, that means a wooden joke in text. This a goal I’m getting strolling effortlessly toward an open net the goalies left. Your punchlines are full time faggot. This ain’t gonna go to pens. I’m overheads like a rainbow kick; you won’t impress with that Age old shit. If I raise both fists, it ain’t to issue your eviction order.. but you better take notice before I break noses. Save those biblical babbling’s, your favourite author is a lie, The truth is Age, you relate cause both your stories are contrived. All you do is cry about hate votes - morning, noon and night I’m sure that you could find a way to turn even water into whine. I’ve been the thorn that’s in your side since I arose, A giant slowly rising, growing silently pasture pile below. Manure wack. Fans of Rap-Royalty pray that after defeat he’s ran to Netcees, and ‘leaves in private’ like Adam and Eve. The nerve of this parableplegic is gettin’ embarrassin’; you’ve never been adequate in any stage of writing, I’m Age-defying like Jennifer Anniston. Your heads on my sack religiously, so anything after this false as the manicured nails MCD buried your casket with. You’re not a menace you sack of shit. Been a faggot past and present. Now you’re a shadow of your former self. You’re a phantom Menace. A sith you could beat me! I Yoda kid a neckline fracture Dagobah for bar with me, you’ll need a Jedi Master and have an Empire back ya, or I’m Tatooine your face for calling me out short of a thousand like Methuselah’s age. You’re two and the same since Enoch sonned you. I’m on a fact stating mission. Let’s not bash faithful Christian’s, the kid a fool.. a bigger tool than man-made religion. It’s last place you finished in the human race; threw away the lead you took You were straining keeping up. I grew in pace, now eat my dust, til you can make a decent run. I’m through with training. Seasons done. Been and won while you were exercising your demons, If bible believers getting cross, I’ll crucify him with Jesus. Why are you even here? You re-appeared tryna make us believe but take it from me, heavyweight boxing’s the only AJ-Fury were waiting to see. You’ll get knocked straight off your feet for trying me here, dawg Ain’t nothing real about you. Everything you write is Amir Khan. A mere con, get it? ‘Cause you a prisoner in your own mind for thinking the SkySports your imaginary friend. This is Showtime. The Klitschko Bros prime against a soup can - I’ll end it too fast No contest. Aspartame’s far too sweet. I’d never do that. The left’s a loose cannon. You should have tried ducking these before you lose your belt. Suture self once your eyes cut and bleeds. You lost already. I was offered entry to Fight Club for free but I preferred tasting Earl Grey, it’s more my cup of tea. I wanted five hundred EACH! You were a pussy from the start wouldn’t agree to my shit, and pleaded a fifth like the ‘Murrican you are. I could double this in half the time with a quarter of the effort ‘cause your skill set’s so ‘minute’, I could slaughter you in seconds and without ordering the letters into those caps that you have to emphasise a point. I capitalise on the fact that you’re wack. You’re battling manic schizophrenia. You’re mentally insane. This a baptism of fire for you to dance with the devil in diss May. Hell is what awaits for you, in the end there’s no escape, even when you’re feeling brave again and ready to regain any semblance of your senses; you’ll remember me ‘cause Age I’ll be there to lead the way... treading on your cranium, just to make sure the depression weighs heavy on your brain. You’re everything I hate in text; I’m proof of good not winning evil. Already beat you once. I’ll Ice Age Too if he Pixar sequel. We’re different people, me, you and your split personalities and not one whimsical fantasy has it in them challenge me. Quit with the faggot-tree, your shear snippets show why we have to weed you out. Oaks take form from acorns. You’re planting seeds of doubt. Always leaves around June, the board flourishes for the rest of summer. Well I’m a self-raising flower - I was made for the pressure cooker. There’s an oven in Hell’s Kitchen, I trust you’re a fast learner ‘cause womanly well-wishers get put on the backburner. You’re the funniest Frankfurter. Silly sausage, empty your bread. I’m hot, dog. You mustard misunderstood now you’re tryin’ da ketchup instead. Everyone’s says I’m on a roll. You’re straight buns, quit copying me. I promise you people judge a Shepherd by the flock of his sheep. You don’t wanna get fleeced. I had paid shows every god other week. Guess you’re proof of just how far my livestock has decreased. Old McDonald would seethe if he could see me now. Fuck what he thinks. What goods the opinion of some fictional old man that doesn’t exist? You’re dumb as the scripture writing. The script you’re writing has to go and your votes are the same thing back and forth like a palindrome. You have a soap opera style full of re-runs and repeats with nothing of real value to offer, but ya show up every week. Once you were decent, and some hope he’ll return to the former glory they saw before he was churning our nothing but boring stories. Plot twist. I’d be turning in my grave if I were a Hall Of Famer you’re the worst to have disgraced the site. These words the call of nature - I’m sure ya pissed. You’ll call it quits before I call it a night. I can tell he phony without telephony. He scared to put it all on the line. This moron can’t buy iPhone’s cause Apple’s are forbidden fruit. I’ll ring your stupid neck faggot, you couldn’t stick it to me with Gorilla Glue. I’m in my groove like laminate flooring. I don’t have to cut corners, you’ve been handed the short end of the stick in this magic performance. I wand to spell the end of this trick like “Abracadabra!” while spreading wildfire, since he’s a natural disaster inferno mercy. Tsunamis will storm your defences. Lemme at ‘em, I’m Eric Harris if you want war in the trenches. Call him a medic. I won’t even Columbine name I’d put ‘He’s A Bitch’ on his obituary, then his loss column by name. Bye nameless faggot. I Excel while a higher PowerPoint to your words. Choirboy shouldn’t cursor OneNote out of him tryna voice his concern I’ll Office head. Change your entire Outlook like Windows 10. I’m a Mac daddy. You’re Microsoft, must be wired different then. This bitch should get with the program. There’s no damn doubting He’d sell a butt if he weren’t celibate. He enjoys when a prolapse round him. Butt how can I claim that you’re gay when you’ve done no ass pounding and you’re the type to walk up Brokeback Mountain... just to hold hands down it? VS (2004) Answer: 13 Lines, Its OVA X? rejected ... thats what's best bitch ... give up now, cuz i got this -battle on SHER LOCK, HOLMES- like a fuckin \|WARFIELD DETECTIVE\|..!! (KO - Wha!? ALREADY!?) rape him n, now ... he's ravin with doubt ... cuz i got this -PUSSY RUNNIN-BACK HOME- like \|STEPHEN DAVIS'S HOUSE\|..!! (damn...running back for panthers - feline, hence pussy) stop, you're a waste, kid ... choppin ya face, quik ... and have X fuckin -scared to check in- like \|NERVOUS HOSPITAL PATIENTS\|..!! Answer - known to clap gats ... and smack fags ... cuz X couldnt -make a stand- with \|2 KINGS IN BLACKJACK\|...!! you bet this ho's dyin ... cuz i leave ya testicles tightened ... reach for the stars kid cuz X couldnt -TOUCH THE BELT- if he \|SLEPT WITH ORION\|..!! DI? well, they're slammed ... you think you'll see the belt in your hand!? ... this match is simply -account (a count) down to ya death- like \|HEALTHCARE PLANS\|..!! (Ouch...) this kid bestin me? ... pftt, I wreck this G ... Hell, im'a -dance with the devil- just to prove \|DAMIAN cant STEP TO ME\|..!! (DAYUM ... his name is damian) I'm fast to neglect ... the wack n the pests ... cuz I'm known to -CROSS X'S LINES- a fuckin \|GRAPH INTERCEPT\|..!! leave you weary, bleedin, WHAT!? ... X dont fear me? please, ya guts ... got nothin to do with it -- cuz like -MALE STREAKERS- the whole site can \|CLEARLY SEE YOU'RE (your) NUTS\|..!! i smash gay kids ... fck it this fag's wasted ... lets be real yo -- last time X -MASTERED A FORUM(form)- was his fuckin \|LAST GRADE SKIP\|..!! (damn...in the carribeans they go by forms instead of grades) Next -- dude, you're So ... Dead -- loser's old ... Sheeit -- last time there was a -COMMOTION ABOUT X- was at the \|TENTH SUPERBOWL\|..!! (the super bowl uses roman numerals - X being 10) VS Oh, the poor Gal Was Great Til Ye 'Shopped Away!! Stop- don't push Out A Tape & Collage Ya Name!!.. 'cause Rapping Lame as your Graphics K? either way you won't drop an "Alba Making 'em Want To Bang"!! [Nas Sig / Quick Biggie Smalls Signature] Hey! Jim Glockz Is Pretty Clean!! study his GFX before Pics Crop n' Sigs Drop which Diss Nas & Biggie Please!! If Not? we'll see Ribs Popped With Sini's Teeth "tearing Kar' heart apart" like Rick Ross In Skinny Jeans!!- 'til we see "Car'cass & bone", like he Decided To Lose His Virginity!! ALAS. Vagina Refuses Him Instantly!! such a Bitch- If We ask K Why you ain't in pussy? he'll reply, "False" while Applying A Lubricant Literally!! Due to "irrelevant set-ups + schemes": any K Flip Or Punch Is A Downer & Clips're Bust At Him Outward!! I'm gassin on Kar 'cause a Shell Gets 'Em Pumped- as the man decides to "Fill Err Up Within Counters"!! [Filler Up With Encounters] Arteries Stop As Fangs Sink In K Deep- 'til this "fruit Kar Been Ate" like Sparkling Squash & Grape Drinks!! Start Wiki On This Page Link & They've Seen- the only Place We, can find that Kar Niggie's Topping J.P!!