Dudu C
 
  1  
Reply Mon 4 Oct, 2010 02:16 pm
I can take a punch right to the temple, Stomp me and try to pop my head like a pimple
I'll still jump up with a lumped up dome and keep swinging till you fucked up and your home is wrecked slut
Broken glass on the floor, we ain't done yet so keep the door shut
Wheres the blood pour we need more slut
Where's the gore before we end this whore, ****
I'm Jeter swinging for the fences with this dense ****
Took about ten hits with fists, then stood up started talking more ****
jus cuz I was pissed then
released this beat within then
Riding Solo gettn popped by a hiding cholo
sucker punched me bitch faggot, not expected
when me and my boys ride up on you bitch faggot, We going for your neck kid
i'll break it off like sum brick ****
then kick it over a white picketed fence bitch
It's just a matter of time before we shatter your spine and
leave you lying on the ground dyin
You fucked around with the wrong blood, U don **** around in the wrong hood,
Thinking it's all good...let me tell ya something BOY KARMA'S A ************.

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Dudu C
 
  1  
Reply Mon 4 Oct, 2010 04:59 pm
I'll make ya eyes go dark like ya screen hypernatin'
This faggot couldn't get a bitch if he was cyber datin
He couldn't get it hard or hot even if he Hired Satan
to help him hold his cock when he's masturbatin'
These fuckin' pussies finally got me tickled, I ain't hatin'
I'm pickled and can't "dill" with these veggies
Lil sissy boys better go tattle to mama
I'm crazy enough to battle Obama
over health care.
where's the wealth aren't you going to share this year?
like I'm so fuckin' scared?
Yea right, I'm in the left mind.
I lost mine, my brains behind,
Like my dicks tucked and your suckin it
and Rubbin my spine.
I'm luvin my line,
It's so Micky D's I think I got three doubles with cheese on these.
And it's so fine,
Like Kind buds, Popcorn dime nugz
I aint lyin that's whats up.
mic-holder
 
  1  
Reply Mon 4 Oct, 2010 10:47 pm
@Dudu C,
Damn shits tight man!
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mic-holder
 
  1  
Reply Mon 4 Oct, 2010 10:53 pm
@charliesforce,
Whooah! dope spit charlie...Dudu C, illustraight, charlie, the prof and me...We keepin this forum alive fo real
dovlaking
 
  1  
Reply Tue 5 Oct, 2010 03:12 am
@mic-holder,
yo,yo dovlaking is back
better not talk crap
il knock you with a brick
i want memories so il film in your mouth my dick
dovlaking is back better then ever
when are you going to beat me i say never
man you look so hideus
man im a genius
mic-holder
 
  1  
Reply Tue 5 Oct, 2010 03:35 am
@dovlaking,
Dovlaking...I'll Easily Destroy This Feeble Little Boy
Only Thing "Operatin @ High Frequency's His Voice

Kid You Need To Run Somewhere, You're Fucked, Find A Way To Exit Dog
Did You Teach Your Tongue To Wear A Glove? It's Always Catchin Balls

1 Minute Of My Time Wasted
dovlaking
 
  1  
Reply Tue 5 Oct, 2010 10:35 am
@mic-holder,
wow callin me a boy
well i am
youl see il be the next eminem
im 12 im from serbia
im a knock ya
1 minute wasted
you coud write dovlaking for 1 minute
and its tested
so go and **** you bastrd

mic-holder
 
  1  
Reply Tue 5 Oct, 2010 11:43 am
@dovlaking,
You Bein The Next Eminem? Pshk! You A Faker Dude
Whoever Told You Was Hot Sorry To Say But You've Been Lied To
Dumb **** Gonna End Up In A Dump Truck
Face All Pumped Up With **** Makin Ya Whole Grill Lump Up
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charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Tue 5 Oct, 2010 12:07 pm
@mic-holder,
damn right we keeping this alive...this is my real retaliation!

mic holder, your excuse is your drunk
im excluding you punk from my lluminous spunk
orgy with dovlakings mum.
haha
you ****, you need to start improving your puns
how you gonna have beef, when you aint got no bun's?
haha
its cool to be fun,
these lyrics are sticky like chewing gum
and im whiter than a jewish nuns cum
ive lost interest in this rap so im saying im done

peace! that was really wack



mic-holder
 
  1  
Reply Tue 5 Oct, 2010 02:11 pm
@charliesforce,
Charlie You Not A Punchline Rapper, You A Pop Artist
What's Funny Is, I Never Read 1 Of Ya Verses That Was Not Garbage
But On Da Other Hand, It's You That We Talkin Bout
I Would Expect That From A Dude Thats Bout To Pull His Own Coffin Out
You Disgust Me With Your Silly Lyrics
I Heard You Was Def, So Even If You Made A CD How The Hell Could You Really Hear It
Come On Yo, Give Me A Reason To Stab Ya
I'll Make You Disappear Like Abra Cadabra, Poof Goes Da Faggot Rapper

Ya I Ain't Goin Be On Tomorrow, I'm Throwin A Party...My Mixtape Is Generating Cash Flows...Peace!
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charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Tue 5 Oct, 2010 03:29 pm
ima lyrical miracle such a sedistic animal
visions of twisted cannibals eating testicals mixed with antelopes
antidotes forming a list of grams of coke
stamp and post for the wishes of addicts folks
this is my systematic rap approach
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Illustraight
 
  1  
Reply Tue 5 Oct, 2010 04:11 pm
I don’t feel like writin’, I’m havin’ a writer’s block
I’ve picked so many rhymes to jot
Thought of too many lines to snort
Right now I have a sinus spot
And it hurts like a bitch whether I like it or not
I never thought I’d ever have a writer’s block this harsh
I’m scribblin’ rhymes while goin’ right from spot to spot
And this ****’s like a pizza – some like it hot, some like it not
And some people despise it a lot
My head’s spinnin’ like a top, while I’m writin’ this much
About life, teenagers, the night lights and such
I never write about drugs, never liked suckin’ up to thugs
Gettin’ bullied or bein’ fucked up like a mug
Never thought my life would suck
This life is as tight as trunks
And I don’t like sniffin’ white with schmucks
So you can call me what you like – a fart or a stupid pleb
‘Cause I say weird things, no wonder you all get so upset

I’m havin’ too much trouble spittin’ logical things
And people ask me what the **** autism means
Basically, I have trouble solvin’ problems and things
So I don’t think drawin’ cartoons will solve anything
Writin’ stories is gettin’ just too much of a habit
That’s like Elmer Fudd fuckin’ too much with the wabbit
But I don’t scuffle the habit
I just take my pride and swallow it
And all the while, I come up with some more **** whilst I’m jottin’ it
That’s how my mind works, you can call it ‘inner talent’
I conjure up punchlines and multis in a hatchet
And mix ‘em up with vivid, witty superlatives
So super that you’d think Superman was goin’ at it
Christopher Reeve, I’m not Lex Luthor, dammit
This is with me all the time, I can’t ever lose this habit
No matter how far I run, it always finds a way to keep up
So I guess writin’ is the only way to let this steam off

I really don’t have much to say in this third verse
Perhaps I’ll spit violent lines and see which one hurts worse
I’m not a wordsworth
Just a tricky quizmaster insertin’ curse words
Which you can’t find in your wordsearch
But mark my words – ticks, crosses or half points
This **** is doper than a bong or a grass joint
This song is on flash point
And this **** is pissin’ me off so much it’s makin’ my schlong and my ass boil
Oh – what am I sayin’? I’m goin’ off the rails
I’m at the end of my tether, my head’s blowin’ up for real
I’m mad, I need a shrink to help me calm down
Give me some Xanax – thanks, Doc, I’m really calm now
This is a joint to make the cats and dogs do it
And if you don’t get this song, then you’re stark clueless
There’s no meanin’ to this **** - I just talk stupid
If I flip any more, I’ll be in a secure unit
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mic-holder
 
  1  
Reply Tue 5 Oct, 2010 09:21 pm
Yo Check

I Pulled The Black Bag, Straight Out The Trunk
A Boy Fulla Shells Out The Safe For The Pump
We Goin Hit This Up, Go Right For The Cash
If Anyone Moves Outta Sight Then You Blast
Whatever Happens Bro, The Plan's To Get Rich
If I Get Popped, Hop In The Van Then Ditch
Kicked The Door, And I Scarred The Clerk
Nodded To My Man With A Stare And Smirked
That's The Signal For This **** To Happen
You Get The Money, And I'll Stick To Cappin
This Better Be Quick, And We're Bound To Bail
If The Plan Goes To Bits, I'll Be Found In Jail
This Ain't New ****, I Mapped Out The Exit
Drew Two Clips, Then Splashed At The Next Bitch
Who Walked In The Door, Thought I Found The Cops
"Hurry Up ************ Cause They Down The Block"

I Think Ima Record This...Let Me Know What Yall Think;)
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dovlaking
 
  1  
Reply Wed 6 Oct, 2010 03:43 am
@charliesforce,
yo dude ho are you to talk
when i come at you you will not walk
man you can just suck
you beating me almost
i cant get beat by a fuckin homo
we rap on the mic i never get dissed im a pro
yo and i know why yor mental sick
ask your mom she was suckin my dick



theprofessor
 
  1  
Reply Wed 6 Oct, 2010 09:20 am
@dovlaking,
u couldnt but u did hahaha
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charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Wed 6 Oct, 2010 12:28 pm
time to finish it off!

ima lyrical miracle such a sedistic animal
visions of twisted cannibals eating testicals mixed with antelopes
antidotes forming lists of grams of coke
stamp and post for the wishes of addicts folks
this is my systematic rap approach
whether charasmatic erratic or overdramatic
i will spit graphic antics on the mic
more graphic than a classic catholic having sex before marriage
dont invest when you cant manage
the package will ravage a savage attack
no theres no establishing that
when i touch the mic you will pratically vanish
into a passage and held captive
with a lyrical bomb
detonated active
im gonna be massive my habits dont include taken tablets
and rambling about taking over planets
**** mr elastic im mechanic
taking the mic ima blow you from your screen, and into your bedroom cabinet
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charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Wed 6 Oct, 2010 04:22 pm
i dont like to say, but this games decaying by the day
rappers who think they can spray are digging down a hole of pain
and dismay
theses ******* gays dont realize the problem that they made
ima surrogate to replace these fools in it for the pay
i will be the saviour for these lonely days
hope and pray, i will suceed in this mission i will take
but ima bout to break
this weight is to heavy to hold up straight
for fucks sake
i cant take this inner ache
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charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Wed 6 Oct, 2010 04:39 pm
hot head i gotta fever
my legs are growing weaker
i can see the end of the light
despite falling in deeper
im crawling on my knees as these feins and creatures maul my features
blood seeping throught my jeans, and i still say "****" to all their leaders
ima keep it real until these rap beating cunts will either
tear apart my soul and read tha message to all beleivers...........

to be continued tomoro.....................
peace!
iRap2
 
  1  
Reply Wed 6 Oct, 2010 08:22 pm
@charliesforce,
Bitch go wobble on a dick, then go kiss ass and goggle,
What? Did I make you babble? Cus ill spit you till you boggle as your head cracks like a bottle,
Stop trying hard, you don't want to get your self turned back like a flip of a card,
Flip your head backwards and turn you into a retard,
Don't mess with me when i turn fresh,
cus i'll murder you like if i'm going for flesh,
That's why my flows are like bullets,
They'll kill ya till you realize you ain't got guts to get shot up the butt,
So you think you tough? Then fight me in a slough, I'll make you walk out like a pussy who's puff.




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theprofessor
 
  1  
Reply Wed 6 Oct, 2010 08:57 pm
@charliesforce,
lost my job today
gotta spray
boss shook hands on 11$ plus tips
n decided not ta pay
trust its such a feeble thing that people bring
he can suck dick feeling like **** this
dealing with that , an my tire went flat
my spring on my shocks broke
all i have left is my common sense an you wanna talk broke
im getting charged insufficient funds
when im trying to get sum an i have none
cause my paycheque was missin a weeks worth
this bites teeth first
my stomachs grumbling hungrier then the belly of the beast
where u put ur belief church?
reefer?
the reaper?
or each verse?
everyone always wants last word , but noones willing to speak first
pen assasin making a killing on a weeks work
spit so much saliva my cheeks hurt
armegeddon scripts soul survivor running this earth like sneakers
me and two friends all lost our jobs this week
cashed our cheques , paid off the debts , and looked back without regret
went to the music shop for a band practice
peanut butter stutter a damn jam practice
driving till the gaslight came on an stayed on
till we turned on flashlights an days gone
drove the spare tire
till air expired
drove the rim till it sparked illuminated the dark
insight in light saw the doom n hatred in ya heart
had a man tell me im the most patient person he ever met
no regrets haven't sold my soul as a yet
got goals thats what makes me a threat
without the defect of greed an golds hold around the neck
cause i will go round fo round ppl will pound respect
so fly I cause the sound a jets
sonic wave
psyonic waves
keep ya third eye on it
when i get on a stage this milk box kid goes beyond a threat /
snatching whatever periodical element that be on ya neck
with methodical elements
melodical intelligence
prodigal
gippeto to the ghetto pulling whatever a god'ull pull
ya frequency's ain't reaching me they inaudible
filling the space between ur ears if you got a skull
proff bringing gravity
to the situation above ya nervous systems capacity
you got a fall
machine gun tounge blast a beat
u group animals think you can amass ta me thats blashemy
when it comes to ceremony there a phony , who the master ? Me
alpha dog to you bitches
Omega man ya human race if you think u coming after me
the only feeling u summons apathy
cause ur scum an some of you acutally
think that this doesn't come naturally
no viagra or extacy , so u fucked up n i don't mean sexually





 

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