Bullets caress your organs then rip em fierce
I lick your tears then make your life disappear
Like Paul Pierce I'm the truth, malevolent words
I sling verbs like crack rocks on street curbs
Beat herbs I'm empty like branches with no leaves
Diseased and I format lyrics like packing keys
Stacking cheese like drug dealers counting precise
I'm like splicing cells thats how intricate I write
Type wreckage in a sentence hates embedded
Mind like twenty professors this aint rap its lectures
Hanibal Lecter style wolfman growls and sounds
I'm so foul son my punches took off your smiles
Wild matter of fact those hits disconnect mouths
Drown in my ideas no oxygen lungs submersed
Liquid forms of hurt, you shoulda went to church
mintsportman wrote:no offenc3e or anything but thats pathetic n fawkin jeezy or w/e that wasn't even a fawkin rap man hey i had to leave that night n i told yeah so i pout out those 2 rap u didn't even have 1 like wtf u a bitch or sumthing ?
I've laid three, count 'em three
New raps right at your feet.
2 out of 3 of yours
I'd already read the day before
And the other one they said you bit
So I figured I ain't havin' it
Still that's three to zip, man
I'm killin' you like a hit man
And hell if you want to count this one
That's four brand new disses for you, son.
mintsportman wrote:but right now i'm out i got school right now but u better have one by tonight man !
Haha, yeah I'm gonig to spend all day coming up with a rap tonight. Hows about you for once, spit something new tonight, I'll tear it apart, a'ight? Otherwise I ain't puttin' up no fight, cuz that'd be three strikes you out, got that right?
Ok, give me a minute or two.
Oh, baby baby bok
Battle me? Ah, you's a baby, doc
Come back when you learn ta match ya socks
See Psalm 137, I smash babies against rocks
Kid you come against me, you in for a shock
Smacked up against the head wit da oh, da gl-gl-glock
Ish, we ain't walkin' so go head, talk up the talk
Yeah I fight with lyrics so I wa-wa-walk the walk
Baby I wouldn't answer when I kn-kn-kn-kn-knock
Cuz I'll take you from ya baby crib
Put you in a box, stuff it with rocks, kick slam dunk and pass it like jocks
Seal it wit locks, before the clock ticks and tocks
Baby I'll ship you to Abu Dhabi
Come back at me once you've gotten ya chicken pox
By the way, are you a girl or a guy? I'm male. Too bad it didn't say it by our usernames, since we aren't using our real names.
Here's a little message to M Jeezy, If you weren't hidin' in the USA then you'd be bound to die,
Bound and gagged like BTK, with a gun at your head for the **** you say,
How could you come at me and try to attack,
And say 'Wow kid, that was ******* wack',
When i saw your post, it made me smile,
Cos i've got a rage inside, it's been there for a while,
You let the animal out, and now i'm ready to feed,
So is you ready ************? Is you ready to bleed?
Is you ready to feel the steel at the side of your dome?
Is you ready to get fucked up and then die all alone?
You should never disrespect a lunatic or a psychopath,
And you should never step to Skidz cos from each one i got half,
Cos i'm crazy enough to kill you, but sick enough to torture,
Now look what your shitty comment 'bout me fuckin' brought ya,
If you ain't got **** to say, then don't even write,
And I read your last post, what a load of shite,
It's gonna be beef for as long as you front,
You never want to meet me cos i'll drop you ****,
You never want to meet me cos your death is a banker,
So go **** yourself prick, cos' i know your'e a wanker.
Kid I'll drop you and drop you and drop you again until
You lectured like Hannibal
I'll socialize you like Canada
Kid you molested like NAMBLA
Yeah I never seen a baby hold a baby gun
I never seen a baby drop gangstas fo' fun
You's a little lady, playin with mobiles fo' fun
You's a little baby, you cute when you angry, hun
You act pretty shady fo' such a little one
You about as psycho as Tyco
Baby don't bite yo, don't front hoe
But you go down in the night yo
Don't think Im a let you let you go
Forget the eggos, you playin wit legos
Take ya psycho baby ass and go play in some ladies grass
Cuz when you talk beef I just here "goo goo ga ga," look at ya ass and laugh
Oops, part of that got erased...
My death is a banker?
Yo' daddy's a banker
Don't front like you an animal
You ain't no animal
Kid I'll drop you and drop you and drop you again until
You lectured like Hannibal
I'll socialize you like Canada
Kid you molested like NAMBLA
Yeah I never seen a baby hold a baby gun
I never seen a baby drop gangstas fo' fun
You's a little lady, playin with mobiles fo' fun
You's a little baby, you cute when you angry, hun
You act pretty shady fo' such a little one
You about as psycho as Tyco
Baby don't bite yo, don't front hoe
But you go down in the night yo
Don't think Im a let you let you go
Forget the eggos, you playin wit legos
Take ya psycho baby ass and go play in some ladies grass
Cuz when you talk beef I just here "goo goo ga ga," look at ya ass and laugh
Ok I have to go, but if you want to respond I'll pop my head back in later and we can keep goin'. Take it easy.
check it...
Think i Stutter? **** that, Flow is Smooth Like Butter Slabs-
Phatter Then Your Mothers Ass-
Im high Like A HoverCraft-
With Gutter Trackz- Opossin Foes Be Runnin Back-
When My tounge is Gunnin Rapz-
Urban Smoothly Spitz With Verbal Uzi's-
DisturbIn Wordz Occur, When I Kick A Verse Like Bruce Lee-
Stomped to the Curb When U Heard Me Rehearse N Proof Read-
From Loose Leaf Pages, I Engage In Combat-
Inflict Pain When I Rage An Stomp Katz-
Face it, Im The Greatest On Trackz-
U Hate It, cuz ima Make It Long Last-
The Awaited Bong Packin, Rappin CaucAsian Not Black-
Beyond Avrage, With a Strong Passion-
For Hiphop Rap'n, Talk Trash'N,ILL Mock Back'N-
Im Ready To Drop N e Mc, In HipHop Lackin-
k man i spit back what u gonna do and i'm a guy
Yeah you stutter Baby Butter?
I'll stick a lyrical knife right up in ya
Like you's a jar a peanut butter
I send you slidin' down the gutter
Make ya heart flutter
Make ya heart shudder
Man I'll take you whereva
Yo' the boat and I'm the rudder
I'll mix you up like fluffernutter
I'll take you, ya mother and ya brother under
I ain't no undercover
I'm up on the surface, boy I know you heard this
You wish you could curse this, wish you could curse me
But I have you on ya knees beggin' fo' mercy
I'll sip you up like a slurpy
I'll boil you like herpes
Even ya mother on her knees
Damn right you a sinner, I'll eat you fo' dinner
I ain't gettin' no thinner
Cuz every line, every rhyme, ever time I'm the winner
I'll manipulate you like Skinner
While you stutter and stammer I just shine an' I shimmer
I'm about to blind you but ya shine jus' gets dimmer
You stomp cats? I stomp rats
I don't care, white, black, if you smoke da bong o' sip Jack
I bang heads like click clack, I spit tracks like smick, smack
I gather up the riff raff, blow 'em away like wheat chaffe
Boy pick a spot fo' ya grave, I have you diggin it today
Baby bok wrote:k man i spit back what u gonna do and i'm a guy
Yeah I kind of assume everyone's a guy but I was looking in the archives and there are at least some girls around. One thing that's tough about battling online is you can't see the person so it's harder to direct the rap specifically at them, except based on what they've written before. Gotta go, but I'll check ya later.
yeah man i agree it is hard cause i sort of rap about your apperance and the way you act
