Neverending Rap Battle

Aight no offense and i don't want no hard feelins
but i read enough **** lyrics in here to pile to the ceiling
So ima do like i do takin over the discussion
make ya yellow like mustard, you don't like it then **** ya
comin outta the blue, tasty like chowder clam stew
niggas be bouncin around to my sound like brown kangaroos
ya bitches ain't done **** but i climbed a mountain or two
I'm sick of ya fake motha fuckas tell em what i'm bout to do
im bout to grab this fag with polish crap on his nails
and slap him like hell, its so wacky that i'm laughin as well
and smackin myself. But what the fucks that flatulant smell?
What, you laughed so hard you think you took a crap on yourself?
Ya fag, go to hell. Or badder than that go to jail
Jerkin off in the back of the cop car as he talks and laughs on his cell
phone with his ho from penitentiary who's in bad need of help
Hey if ya lucky ya might meet up wit ur buddy jack in that cell
crack jokes, jerk each other off and mack until twelve
suck his dick til it turns blue and falls off in the back o yo mouf
Ya gay fagget, you're a maggot on the ass of the galaxy
Shove ya himeroid self up the sphincter of reality
You ever heard of a procedure called a hysterectomy?
Is that what happened to you? oh i suggest that you don't mess wit me
Ain't got my vocabulary wit ur one-syllable words
The lyrical verbage i spittin makin u feel so absurd
It's unheard of. the verdict? I'm surely insane
And i curse in these words, cause ya jerkin ma chain
Cause ya feel ya got skillz but ya killin me here
So i will get ma fill of ass whippin this year, after all...
And i could make ya niggas rock to ma beats
Bobbin ya head clappin ya hands and stompin ya feet
Like there's no need to listen no more cause i got this one beat
They know no lyrical miracle's big enough that's gonna stop your defeat
Cause i'm a maniac, i'm spittin the illest of **** bout killin
These niggas cant figure this **** out, i'm willin
to give ya all a minute to slip out
the back door n hit the fuckin bricks 'fore i flip out

Nigga what the ****?
Insane? Na ignorant,
Spittin drunk and belligerant,
Ya ignorant....
Point blank mutha fuckin period...
Ya delirious...
To think that **** is real **** nigga...R U SERIOUS????
Na you da faggot G,
G for Gay ass nigga, ya feelin me B.....
Nah seriously,
Ya jus runnin ya big ass mouth,
You can fit da whole genitalia in it when you deep throatin down south...
And I bet you can lick da tooshy at the same fuckin time,
Only **** you fuckin spit is fuckin asshole grime....
Nigga please, You in here rappin some bullshit,
Bitch go ahead and get at me,,,you can't handle it...
What the ****, ,,,yea I'd slap myself too,
If my **** was that fuckin stupid, you jus a dip **** boo,
**** you.
You couldn't see sick even by rockin the boat,
To busy spittin out chokes,
****.... grab ya tiny bitch neck and CHOKE out ya throat....
I'm colder than a mutha fuckin arctic blizzard,
Rebel since I was three fuckin runnin wit scissors..
Hit or miss,
This penetrates ya fuckin nucleaus
Smoke ya ass like a hookah while I'm nuking your crib!
Ha you actin all big but you ‘bout to get cut down,
Cuz I'm the **** tree lumber jack, and you the biggest tree around!
On a scale from one to ten, nigga I'm a fuckin thousand!
My spits are fuckin mansions, ya **** is public fuckin housin!
I rhyme like a scavenger and guess what, you da prey
I done killed the rest nigga and called it a day!
Cuz da Queen is famous for spitting' ill rap flows
Tearin niggas dicks off and turn 'em into ho's.
Fo Sho......
You about to catch a bad one and get put under the earth
**** wit ya till ya silly, smurf!
Do them blue balls hurt????
Ya stupid ass done came up in here n got me all pissed,
What lantern did you rub when it was spits that you wished????
Nigga get a refund cuz ya ass been made,
You got turned out worse then when ya asshole got raped....
These metaphors.... straight better than yours,
I jus settled this score,
Ya girl jus dumped ya ass, now she my whore...
Faggot ass Bitch, I dub ya U_P_S,,,
Cuz you can fit a package in ya mouth and still swollow the mess.
You must be mentally mutha fuckin retarded,
I'm jus clownin ya dumb ass,,,don't make me get started....

some ah you been watchin too much tv
coz you think your an extra in BIG
delusions of grandure
intrusive gestures, get ya fukin hands down
talkin bout guns n gangs like you bad
you know you just mad
coz ya mums havin a gang bang
without inviting your dad!
verbal skills aint really testing
look at "ill rhymes" ur jesting
competitions one less thing
for me to care about
just sit wiv my bottle of gin
knowin ur whereabouts
flowin my sternam out
wantin nothing but war
a worthy adversairy for me to char
with sick fya bars burn u up like auzzie bush fires
n tell ya like obama bush ya fired

Yo I feel u bruhh,
Got niggaz lookn up at me lyk im a angel frm up above,
Gt these niggaz on locc,
Bitchs tryna run shiit on my blocc,
Yea im frm da bigg 0,
Ben livn dis shiit lyk da game my home,
I live fa dis shiit I dnt play wit dis shiit
Da only weyy I cn make bricks,
Ever since dey put da homie n da pin,
FREE MY NIGGA GUCCI deyy nvr sed dealn wus a sin,
Lost lota niggaz n evn my aunty who wus lyk my otha mom
I mis her it wus too damn early fa her dey ta come,
Da lord takes da best I alredy no,
Da pain so deap u dnt evn no,
I dnt fuk wit da rap game I dnt even try,
Dnt fk wit fake niggaz cus dey word is a lie,
Wen u fuk wit me, im lyk crystal meth,
Im toooo fkn powerful u only fkn wit da best,
I culd end ur fkn lyf, put u thru so much fkn pain,
If I culd I would make u go insane,
Lyk Malibu tryna rap, it jus aint ryt,
He sed “lets not fight, id rather go fly a kite”,
White boiz cnt rap dey jus sum damn fooz
I aint tryna hate im jus speekn da truth,
Sawry bowt yo moms homie,
Dats a sad story,
U gt myspace?
Write it dwn for me,
I Dnt git on here dat much so jus in case,
Hit me up wit u myspace n keep in touch,
Later homie, lota thug luv


Baby J Weezy out, we out here

i dont come here to say who i am
or pretend to give a **** about you
just got some ink in mind, gotta get the **** out dude
i got beef n those exlax tracks take ya bullshit out you
the flash of the blast is past the bullets bout due
was it from this gun ? ask grisum! he's the 1 who's gonna pull-it out you
im here till you pull the pin an swallow that g-nade
life is hallow ,you get swallowed by the knife in the bed we made
the bed we laid ,bitches brain working the head relayed
barcode on ya neck, with a date, stamped - d-day
in the school of hard knocks,, im the camp dj
the reason you keep doors locked, and stay home on family day
your horseshit wouldnt fly if it was pegasus
make ya dust , when carbon matter oxidize break the crushed
nothing but dirt of the shoulder
what else can u take from us
culture vultures take sun dust
build craters out of the face they make to become us
then spontaneously combust

yo baby J, i know wat ya'll sayin, every word dat you say!
You competition blow these otha hatta's away!
They dont live tha days we live today!
dese nigga fake get spray'd 100 ways!
Throat slit for messin wit da wrong click !
one murder down 3 homicide ****!
yee , nigga ya'll spits is true!
sorry to hear about ya auhnty an yo home boys bruh!
But these nigga gon pay for the criminal vitums they took from us!
GOD only take tha best.. Satin gon take those fools!
They got me hungry like a fuckin Dog when it drools!
They pull out the gat when the chooose!
i dun got no Myspace, i got Facebook an MSN thas it Mang!
But hit me up if ya'll got one of those thangs!


i'll split clips an drop crips!
so slick got my chopped wrists!
K, Baby J, an Chicksta Got this!
So err'body else can stop it!
WE pull clips, real bullets an drop kits!
Spotlight over our heads when we rock this!
i aint no eminem wanna be rappper!
im the pisto packer, pop blasts at white crackers!
Im white but they otha Whites is acters!
They aint got no use in da rap game of city trappers!
Ima hard cash , papper chaser thug!
Over da limit, steady pacer thug!
Im so fast my raps are racers thugs!
I'll blow bitches an Split razors thug!
I shoot to kill wit out aim!
put the pain inside these niggas brains!
An leave em trapped no cover or shade!
im not no fuckin rap star but these come straight from my name!
im out tho.. yo holla at cha boy styl!
we gon get intouch some how an rap wild! haha

maybe from the gods
maybe a baby ends up a lil odd
raised to kill god's
minds never narrow like my swords my barrels stay broad
im canadian always eh-brode
rolled up my life in the lights and watch as it ignite
ya'll to fly to take off ya halo and get high b4 you say goodbye
head walking higher then the shoulders
meds talking now im higher then solar orion's lost soldier
wake up folgers
the dope behind the placebo
the rope that binds the people
that last fold of hope that blinds the people
theres a time for lethal and im a rhyme for equal
looked past the shutters as tear clutter lashes flutter
pain from his past discovered , he wont live past his mother
baby new year found out ,has discovered ,
the shoe box and took a running blast at his brother
the stars kept searching atlas discovered
the fact is this other
universe !!!!

FLip siDE


ultranet
dimension
phycoactives ulter it
neural pathways activate the reenacted state of ultimate
no gravity no holes in this theory to fall through it
all through it stay high as hell for heavensake no withdrawl fluids
theres a design
one long road to climb
corrodes through time
flowed through the lines
rolled to the mines
dug some gold out this soul of mind
told ta find what i lost
at what cost
gut lost
hunger starved for a mic
feeding the headphones another mind to carve for the night
remember in ya last sight ,who was here b4 the light
yesterday ,today ,n tommorow night !!
still be here
will see me here , till we kill the mirror
reflect on what you fear
and radio ears !! my new names radio ears

radio ears !!!! i am R A D I O E A R S !!!!
RADIO EARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


haha just kiddin live life to its fullest shoot for the stars trigger pull this

Hey yo,,,wrong blog,,,get back ta poems n bad jokes....
Only room for one bitch here,,,,That's me,,not you,,,,dope!
See MCEE, I done dropped all the fuckin mistaked greats
like dumbass waiters drop they plates.
Wrote this jus for you, so Nigga,,,, Don't Hate....
Haha nigga cuz that's my job,
I'm da spittin' Carpet Muncher muchin on ya nana!!
Coming from the deep black cuz I'm mutha fuckin heartless,
Some call me whitney you can call me the Heart of Darkness.
I'm Nastier than ya mutha fuckin crusted yella toenails...
and Ya pussy look like it's been blasted wit fuckin ho' shells!
I don't ring the alarm but I jus rang the fuckin bell,
Round TWO stupid bitch..mmmm,,,you can go to hell...
You tryna spit lyrics is like a beat wit no snare......
Preppy poet beatnick bitch,,,go home n brush ya nappy hair...
Cuz I'm sweet like licorice,
dangerous like syphilis,
Ya **** been turned out cuz the Queen is killin this.
My rhymes are like glock cocks,
your **** like waffle house cops and blood clots,
The point I'm tryna make is ya flow got stopped...
I'm known for causing spontaneous combustion,
Cuz I'm blowin up all these insignificant subjects.
Leave niggas pissed of n cussin,
I'm spittin real **** you spittin **** nuggets.
But you stopping my ass is preposterous
like an androgynous gynocologist,
Ya Anne Frank lookin ass needa see a psycologist.
And don't ever put Obama in another **** spit,
Ya tired ass aint been fired, I'm jus hired an' you jus quit..
This right here how you rap wit some Barack Obama,
Predictin ya fuckin future like mutha fuckin Nostradamus,
Spankin ya bitch ass now but I ain't ya fuckin mama,
Heard ya dorky ass quit the drama club....so stop the fuckin drama!
While I'm at it, I'm Obama you jus fuckin, John McCain
Cuz you fake white dumb niggas all talk the same,
Droppin bombs in this bitch like Basques n car bombs in Spain,
Ya gray matter is worthles for spits bitch,,,,,pawn ya brain!!
Ya spit shits bout as dumb as mutha fuckin George Bush
Jus a another fuckin redneck tryin to tell us more mush,
Go home to ya crib n eat ya pig hooves n horse puss,
Fo I Suddaam Hussein ya asshole n **** ya tore tush.
And ya name is as gay as mutha fuckin Dick Cheney
Im quick wit da quips they be like "Quick ain't she?"
I'm the sun shining thru, heres an umbrella,,ya shits to rainy...
I aint fake bitch, I do this **** on the daily.
Yea I fuckin spit about guns, Cuz my fuckin ass got one!
Like I mutha fuckin said before,,,You in da wrong blog son!
This site rite here is for hammers n heaters,
Step away from the fuckin computer and go watch Cheaters..
Or log back out n log back in,
N go let the dumb joke tellin begin!!!
Nigga start fuckin steppin,
Cuz Ya ain't fuckin reppin,
I'm a girl too, you makin me look bad so stop fuckin messin!!!
Ok I'm done,, the fuckin Queen hath spokin,
Time to heimlich da professor, cuz he still up in here chokin....

You n baby spit crazy...ha fo real...keep it up.

aha thanks gurll ... ya' can spit hard shawty like da brave do!
no one can touch us 3 cuz we untaimed boo!
WE need a cage to keep us un-raged too!
we all dogs, street thugs.. gangsta.! we Rap itself!
split domes, an hang these fuckin heads on our shelf!
Yo.. i havent been to sleep!
ive been fucked off speed, E, an fuckin weed!
its treaten me good.. but im more in need!
To fuckin waste these motha fuckas get em out these streets!
off these beats, they aint no beast!
i form the motha fuckin east!
yee.. i dun care. im white!.
Aint try'na be black.. rappin juss my life!
What da problem between colour?
we all da same fuckin people. just one an other!
why cant diferent races like eachotha?
Err'one hattin on the white brothas!
But i dun blame them!
Some whites is fucked!
They get treated like dirt an face shuved in the muck!
Cuz they aint ****, i could care less cuz im fuckin prod of it!
ima scream it loud, louder then a thunder pit!
im under it,!
beneath hell, i aint above the ****!
im on top.. so is you an baby J!
WE the new click.. get a mic an we gon freestyle Babbeeh!
yee.. we should be spittin da real ****
Not dis junk as written script!
i spit hard when im talkin, cuz i feel dis bicth!
Street Leathal 101, yee dats my style G!
i got fitted hats, new kicks, an my fuckin Red T's!
Wear dem jeans shorts with that Wife Beat!
Lugs on my feet ready to stomp beef!
always on my pivot fo dem digits!
cuz i live my life to tha limit!
No one could eva kill it!
Cuz their blood..... i'll fuckin spill it!
i just do me... i try to make a killin!
hustle on deck,, yee my lifes worth willin!
i don pray.. cuz god dont answer back!
But i know he here wit me,,
Cuz he got my fuckin back!
When i pull the gat,, !
i got a real teck 9. Answer questions to dat!
im so Grilled, lookin all tired an funny!
i can spit never ending like the motha fuckin engergizer bunny!
dis **** is Able 2 Know!
i got the blow an it cant be comapred to folks!
my throats choked, tapp me on my bad so i dont croke!
i'll take this one last toke,
An let my room go up in smoke!
im so confused, dazed... dude my eyes is Black!
you cant see the blue colour in ma eyes. Now how fucked is dat?? ahaha
my pupils is large!
But i still drop these bars!
An hit it smart, like they aint nothin in this worl that could be to hard!
To separate, or even bring me apart!
im in this rap game for life.. from the motha fuckin start!
i open carts,, an close caskets!
I'll smash fools up like Shaq did to the basket!
i aint askin it,, this aint a task bitch!
Im just flowin my rhymes like i got some wack ****!
im on some Wacked ****!
yee dat hardcore rap ****!
i'll bundle fools up like a present an wrap it!
Put a bow on it an start slappin!
Bicthes be actin like they dont know whats happnin!


Yoo.. ive been up all nyte,, on some goood shittt,,,, ima hit the sheeets naw!
Hollla backk

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were playing POKER-MICS/ ya'll either faggots or crack heads go SMOKE-YA-PIPE/i dont fight cause im TOLD-TA-FIGHT/ but if my man says cut, ima HOLD-THE-KNIFE/ i'll only tell u once or there GOES-YA-LIFE !!!!

Gta sey I feel u bruhh,
Dnt no y these niggaz playin fa,
Da game at its weakest cus all these niggaz tlkn,
Post ta b murkin buh all these niggaz stalkn,
Worried bowt whut dey gt buh dey needa worry bowt who dey wit,
Turn yo bacc fa 1 min ketch u wit a snitch,
Culd be yo bess fren nigga culd evn b yo bitch,
Keep yo mind set, so we cn keep dis game lagit,
Lost lota lives jus ovr dis,
Playaz tryna change da game ya cnt fuk wit dis shiit,
I luv god he my fatha n Ima luv him till I die,
I picc him ova all da money dats stackd ta da sky,
Eny otha nigga claim da 666 man I hope dey git whut dey deserve,
Fk da gang bangin rookies fk da drug addicts fk da damn pervs,
Ima native American n I sey dis loud n proud,
Da US is my land yea dis is wuh we found,
I run shiit lyk its my destiny,
Composed of many lines dat form my lesson sheet,
Got may da family who died rest n peace,
Giv dem da most heavinly eternity let dem be released,
So dat dey culd cum watch ovr me n my otha family,
Lord dnt chu c?
Im gitn on my kneez yelln R.I.P,
Ta all da family so dey cn break free,
Ima all about dis shiit,
Ill fkn die wid out bricks,
I hit a lota licks,
Im bound ta fkn mix,
I gta real dwn heart n if u dnt no wuh dat mean,
Den sit dwn n take a lesson cus u cnt learn dis n history,
(checc it)
Niggaz cn be real buh mosta dem fake,
Go wit dem ta handle shiit dey jump off da porch late,
5-0 cum n u gt yo niggaz bacc,
Buh once dey git U n pull out da hand cuffs yo “nigga” alredy across da tracks,
Call fa dem ta bail u out buh dey claim dey dnt no u,
Buh once u git out dey sey dey ther fa u,
Dnt trust no nigga n dnt fk wit no bitch,
u culd try it once buh try it twice u cetch yo self wit a snitch,
chea ima real trap nigga,
ya fk wit my nine il put my finga on da trigga,
dis my theory so dnt fk wit it,
i aint fake nigga i keep it lagit,
well im out so tell me whut yo theory is,
speakn da truth?, im all about dis!

Baby J Weezy out, we out here homie

Yo dis nigga professor i aint beliven him!
i work da meth lab, more control then he believe he in!
no jokez homie, i'll drain yo pockets!
Take ya bank account an rob it, im hard like a rocket!
Im gon beat you till you head poppin,
i wont stop stompin, not till your hearts stop thumpin!
cuz i'll rip it out, throw it right in yo face!
An tell me how you feel when you got raped by this rap stage!
this aint no cat cage!
Cuz you a Cat that gets capped in a rat rage!
you think dis is a rat race?
i'll rip yo face off an feed it to the fuckin homeless place!
my glock already cocked, on time never late on the spot!
i shoot to kill,, blow ya body to shred!
let my clip unload the fuckin lead to yo head!
i dont pull da trigga,
i fuckin squeeeze it!
you cant ask questions to the ******* OG bitch!
Yee.. my home boi Baby J. he da real ****!
we real hoood.. so is my real Chickk.. haha Chickstaaa!
yo ima let these fools show you how the **** go!
Cuz we da motha fuckin hardest niggas on this show!
I think it time to go bruh,, yo bitch is callin ya for anotha pussy scrub! haha



yo... dis Vicious C.. k - hood bloods niggaaa!!.. reepp

chickster, sounds like she needs somebody, ta fist ah,
im sensin some tension, maybe i got ya pissed hah
start **** bitch now i gotta diss ya
couldn't give a fuuuk about da **** yah say
oh n by the way
how much do your bitch ass homies get payed!
to ack like ya mates, baby j pump dem brakes
n put on ya L plates
im the real queen bitch the don dot com
cumin up in here n not wearin a condom
i'll still b here spittin when ya long gone
mans ah be sittin in dey long jons
rockin cuz ma songs on
i think u confused hun
look in tha mirror
sorry to break it to ya
but u ain a nigga!!!
oooh this bitch been checkin up on me
i think she gotta crush
tellin me what ta write about
we all know u love bush!
obviously a dyke
all you do is hate dude
readin ur shits like eatin plastic 'fake food'
u only say ur gay cuz no one would 'date you!'
aawww, so what!
i get more numbers than a phone book
when i spit ppl go nuts
like homer seein doh nuts
i write poetry n tell bad jokes
go on elighten me, what the **** else you know!!
i'll let u in on a bit about me
i got character, class n dont suffer fools gladly
go get some tools n fuckin stab me, try n get me mad 'G'
search that "grey matter" for some insults that will actually grab me
if i'm ike then your tina
bout ta show this dyke the bottom of ma sneaker
take the mic n beat ya widda speaker
imma wolf in sheeps clothing
u jus got fleeced
u a puppet from team america, the world police
chattin durka durka, wen i spit b its murda murda
lift u up, imma crane, i aint a clown or a pussy but i am insane
back a bitch into a corner and you gon get mamed
u beatin me is like oj gettin framed n gettin rid of carpet stains
go getcha umbrella, u where right that fya reighns!!!

you know what gets me off
when i get arrested for crimes against humanity
n god lets me off
all bets be off
how hard can this bitch be you couldnt get me soft
internet gangsta they call me bill jobs or steve gates
the type of choir boy to kill gods and grieve at the wake
you built ya life on guilt
still the only pessimist with his glass filled
half filled
with the gravity of newtons apple juice
half spilled
blood of eden , the flesh of man produced
travel on camel toes back to the truth
shatter ya calcium deposits crack through ya roof
grab ya medula oblongada and pull it out the booth
bullet out the booth
super , throw ya thoughts about ya child hood, away !!
but thats yesterday and tommorow your flows
still no good today


c ya


remember who the dope behind the placebo is

Hu-Da-Man AKA Prof ,Thought Process , Chemical Reality

this is my world

my world and mcee fya"s!!!!!!!!!!!

oh by the way quit biteing lauren hill
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ya like you dont know what im talking about !!!

**** i should have realized b4

ur done i reread your posts im gonna have a list of bites or straight takeing lines and changeing names in others minor stuff

busted busted busted

Yo I ges u think u dope huh,
Putting my name in yo mouth lyk u my bytch bruhh,
I dnt knw nun yal buh OBVIOUSLY u no me,
Tryna fk wit me? Bytch plz,
I didn’t cum ta u, u came ta me,
Im lyk christal meth nigga wen u start u cnt break free,
U sey pump my breaks?,
Homie u dnt no me I nva cum late,
I dnt evn no whut da hell yo rhymes talkn bowt,
U jus sittn ther lyk a bytch runnin yo mouth,
Wen u tryn battle me cum at me correct,
Tlkn bowt da police shiit we no we da suspects,
U cn try n try lil homie buh u wil nvr win,
Fkn wit me is lyk doin a million sinz,
I aint finna sey dis agin,
Wen u tryn put my name out lyk u did,
Jus remember im da wun gitn dem bricks,
Hitn dem licks,
Really dnt giv a shiit,
bowt a pussy ass hoe,
or no pussy ass nigga,
braggn bowta nine buh aint nva put yo finga on da trigga,
yea u stil gun b here spitn wen I leave lyk u coo nigga,
buh wuh u dnt no is dat ima b sum bigga,
putn my rhymes out on dis shiit,
dis is jus da beginning dnt fagit,
I dnt no u buh u tryna fk wit me?
U sed u gt more numbaz den da fone book bet chu got HIV,
Thinkn u pretty,
Bet chu a gold digga wit da nidi gritty,
Member gurl im da bigg billon in dis city,
U gt bricks stackd up ta 20?,
I got em stackd pass 50,
U stil gna b on dis site tlkn shiit wen I leave,
N u bess believe,
U may b da shiit on dis computer buh I got da KEY ta dis city!
U a wack ass rapper who cnt even rhyme,
U tired lil bruhh?, thot it wus pass yo bed tyme,
Cus u rappen lyk u dnt no wuh u doin,
Spittn lyk u fkn tired drunk or chewin,
Lyk I sed I aint da best,
buh wen I go on beast mode I sey fk da rest,
well I aint bowta hurt ya feelins dat bad,
buh wen I red my name in yo shiit it kinda gt me mad,
dnt nobody tlk bout Baby J lyk I aint ntn,
cus if I hear bowt it ima sey sumthin,
I dnt lyk poetry I luv it,
So wen u think u da shiit just close yo mouth n shut it,
I no I dnt no u so ima end it ryt here
Cus I no I ben hitn more licks den u hit in a year!!


Baby J Weezy Out, We Out Here Homie

come on, you guys gotta step your game up
once im done with you, onto the next lame ****
baby j stuck, maby j should quit rap his style yuk
get a real job, make some bucks
and one day we'll see you rollin in ya whip rockin a tux
cause at the moment, this guy straight sucks!
thinkin your the man cause your words are abbreviated
second thought, you could be a rapper... lil weezy made it
your rhymes i straight hated
after i read the first line my interest faded
man you should of waited
till you got some better rhymes then displayed it
your girl talks about rappers, im her favourite
was gonna f*ck her, but her pussy, shoulda shaved it





whenever..
REDiculous

"bruhh" haha what the ****?
baby j u betta stop n duck
got this game in my palm like a psp
shoot up the place n i'm armed to the teeth
like a shark in the reef
got beef? im a cannibal need meat to function
like pussy police need trunctions
have u cryin to the chief tryna get an injunction
im like brandy, sittin on toppa the world
u like randy the dumb brother of earl
biitch i aint got no diseases
got more style than a fat runner weazes
so mild, when u make curry it freezes
im hotter than magma
so's u mamma
chick told me when she shagged her
gagged her n ragged her
guess ur mom is a fag, huh?
n what the **** are you stackin?
monopoly money?
if you had anything i'd be robbin you honey
leave ya sobbin to mummy
toxic like industrial waste
u a straight waste of space
spit mace in ur face so you tastin the pace
n stop taking the piss
did you really think you could out spit this?!!!
punchin above your weight
im concrete your styrofoam
hate all u want i'll come back wiv more bars than a xylophone
more keys than alicia yo
you suck like falascio
your names out ma mouth i can still taste it though
i beat you like tv beats radio
check out my ratings yo
keep talkin bitch n i'll up the ratio

oh n when exactly did i say anything bout a nine?