ha let me knock out this fool for GOOD
this idot in an audio would be punk thinkin he COOL ON DA MIC// dude someone please inform this fagget about da RULES ON THIS SITE// when i strike you might be cryin on ya knees screamin that you see the light// i fight fools like you who for some reason think that they tight// i blow up like a flame ya name is lame and i dont have to be the one to tell you to get out of this game// you should already know, it should come to you easy// but half the things you say make me look blank and feel quesy//sayin words like 'fa sheezy" thinkin you a black homie out of da hood// your no good ill lyricly slice you up like wood// thinkin you up here you gonna get respect and fame?// plz man my first rhyme to you you were already slain//its all the same on this site people with nothin anybody wants to hear// i give fear and if you ever see me on the streets suka you better steer clear//if you ever wanna battle you wouldnt last-a-day// ill murder you but ya family think you just past-away// come on man you gotta be real wid me here for a minute//your rhymes arent hard they seem neglected and timid// you tryin to past ya limit but for right now you havin no luck// i dont want to lie, i was wantin to be da one to tell you you suck// like quiet once said, im hotsauce you aint even past mild// you a child mess wid me and im gonna go buckwild// on you, ya family and everythin that you care for// i come through da door and leave with a bunch of uzi clips on the floor// leavin you sore just thinkin about replyin to this// you gettin dissed and my mind isnt even sparked// unlike most, my bite is worse than my bark// im not gonna resort to this little preschool dissing game// im a wild tiger, and you got tamed// i saw you tryin to buy a skirt from khols// i aint gonna lie ill leave your chest riddled full of holes// here are the polls it seems i have won and you lost by a long-run// so son get back and ill give you 3 seconds to start to run// oops! too late i already initiated an all-out attack// leavin ya back cracked along the street//its too late for you now man you might as well give in// your futures dim with ya little imaginary rims// you a little confused in this game there are no refs// so step and if you cant handle heat then let me handle it, the lyricle chef//
RATE IT YALL.
nice rhymes hitman. yea i thihnk we finally took him out
yea man but he still gonna come back wid some stupid remark.
did you see what he said? lol he so retarted
he as dissin on you and locked the whole forum
Oh yea i know that was pretty stupid. An what he said made no sense anyways. He just got pissed cause he was out of raps and we killed him
yea man he gonna keep commin back wid those dumb raps anyway
yea i know. but me u an Mcee can rip him no problem
yea thas pretty much all've we been doin for the last couple of days
that was tight how u used my rhyme and made it ur own. thats unique
o lol thx man i just used wtever came to my mind u no watta mean?
i dont think he'll be respondin to THAT anytime soon lol
chillin as usual. school borin and no homework today. lol i got nuttin to do.
yea. you know theres barley any talent on this site now.
