Oh hobbes, dear hobbes, do you think your funny? almost as good as booda stealin Jedi mind tricks's money that was no freestyle, no style at all, ill take genre's word and know you will stall you are a bad sequel, the worst part 2 of the worst horror flick made, same goes for your crew you think you make sense, but not even a dime genre and i we should not waste our time you have preschool rhymes that you stole from mother goose now stiff up that neck, and prepare for the noose this is where you are finished, your life is no more Creetcha = 1 hobbes = 0 Ladies and Gents, tonights final score.
@ sewn haha what he said son, i cant even diss on that Im drunk as fuck n i dont even wanna piss on that
Too All Bombing Science Emcees What the fuck is that? Dude you come threw whack I will hit in the face with a motherfucking baseball batt You purchased my CD and didn’t like it I saw yours and didn’t buy it Fuck with me now I will track you down by your face book account Come to your house a punch ya in the mouth Better yet I will just burn the whole thing down While your inside on computer browsing stuff with your mouse While you suckers are logged on to bombing science dot com I’m a rapper that actually writes rhymes and drops songs If it’s not for you I did it for my self as an emcee Having the ironery of using the internet to diss you web geeks You might be an emcee but this mics mine do you guys actually write rhymes? I spend my spear time as an emcee killing beats and drums You spend yours online talking about being one Ah man this shit is mad wrong If your name isn’t Celph titled or red man don’t hit to do a collab song Have you ever wondered why you need the net to emcee? A sucker punch is the only hit you be getting from me Ever since myspace started up All the local rubbish dumps Where filled with mix tapes released by these sucker punks If I accidently hit a link to your site Im sending you a bill for wasting five minutes off my life
Herbn, prepare to be put into your death bed, Your rhymes are just disgusting just like Gesus' dreads. hows it feel? what you spit is like pieces of shit hangin' from heads. Animal's rhymes are rhymes that you can't even top. If you were even sellin' albums all your albums would flop. you handle your bitch rhymes like a toy with a mop. Flappin around like a birdy that fell out of tha nest you try and try again but you can't pass the test, of time. You needa drop those gay ass nersery rhymes because you try and try again but your rhymes will never be better than mine. I don't mean to be unkind, but these words that I spit don't even come close to crossing the line.
Yo, it says diss the person above you, not some dude who posted 5 posts ago. Let's get it going straight. Alright lets start this shit up again in order Brown sewn on the mic with the lyrical slaughter I'm a broke motha fucka so I ain't got a dime to loose and I was rappin before I was even tyin my shoes Give me tracks and i'll never stop makin hits Brown Sewn good on anything call me bacon bits And I be shakin tits but I ain't datin chicks Your girl steppin to me and she naked quick So next up in the cypher go and get your rhyme loose type hard on your keyboard like you in the rhyme booth but make your rhyme smooth don't make that shit choppy This is bombingscience shit we ain't 12oz papi
papi hey... i guess i could be your dad.. you could be the fuck up son..i wish i never had.. but i guess to late..ur all grown up... hey i do rmember u ..ur mom drank my bust outa cup.. if i could take it back i would..cause ur fucked.. i new i shouldnt of raped her..jsut beat her ass up.. but thats it im out your old man got no more to say.. except i guess i hate u and hope u end up gay..
I stepped out for a minute but now I'm back again I'm back to put y'all fake emcees to shame and win I gave y'all a chance to try to get your stories straight Get in the right mind state and actually diss and hate Thats on some faggot shit talking about all this rape Once again you just talking out ya ass get ya shit straight So what I rhymed the same word twice Compared to you I'm still twice as nice My rhymes constrict you like a vice Apparently I'm accurate and precise Some of you kids talkin about all of this gun clappin' You ain't done shit so why you talk bout it while you rappin? It never happened, but I guess it's all alright You can all try to diss me out of angry spite I read your gay ass rhymes as if you his Dad Now that Tampering called you out you gettin mad You might've thought I left but I'm still here I'm done with this queer lets talk about Sewn This isn't your thread so take your wack ass home You think you hard breaking your verses apart? Take ya'self back to the toy aisle at K-Mart
yes im from the country, not the suburbs or the city promise you ive taken shots at plenty with no pity i never had toys, cause there was no k-mart but if you did you research, you would sound half smart first you say no gay talk, and then call him a queer? well ill ask you if your from texas, cause you dont look like a steer i live on a farm, no animals but me saddle up grab the reins surely you will see that i am the bull foretold in your destiny the one that killed you and your whole family (texas-steers or queers- full metal jacket for all those who havent seen it)
You think you're cool but you're really a fool you should eat my stool Ill even get you the tool TO DO IT, cuz i rule! (just messin around)
http://www.wordwebonline.com/en/DAMAGINGLY genre...creetchafeetcha Genre I’mma eat you like an entre, okay? So don’t say shit about what you don’t know Creetch stop acting like his ho ‘cause the BOTH of you is fucking wack seriously pick up a dictionary and read it fucking fast don’t talk about me like your shit is on blast because you got more work to put in before you can talk so your dialect is lackin like a kid without a smock playin’ in paint ‘cause I bet that you ain’t so don’t be droppin rhymes like this cypher you will taint I’ll drink you like cider then drop you in a tank Flush you down the toilet like a mother fucking stank Listen to my depiction because my flow is never missin’ So don’t talk to me about shit when you can’t even rhyme it Your not used the the advanced poetic kinetic energy I use So don’t be too sad that you actually lose Like are you even in this world at all I’m sure as fuck not I despise the walls I’m acting like a child, immature as fuck because I like to sit and contemplate too much the world I can touch But I’d rather create my own, done with dissin’ you two ‘cause I’m On the microphone, I’m rhyming to the bone Always, always left alone ‘cause kids like you make me hate the world Everybody in it, I wish I could fucking hurl Like you probably wear hurly and don’t skate neither So don’t talk to me about how you’re a fucking wife beater PANSY I bet you talk alotta shit your mouth should be wired shut Your both fucking jits No kiddin’ its sick it’s the illest shit I spit when I’m rhymin’ I will get Up and blow the fuck up in my own way underground say Produce myself in another year ‘cause more work I gotta hear Gotta earn shit, learn it, learn more fucking verses You know what a fucking verb is? Now how about an adverb ‘cause you testin’ me is mad absurd how much longer can you endure? ‘n a side note: Oh ‘n my internet is constantly goin’ out, I got a job, ‘n workout, between all that and a few more clouds, I ain’t got much time to come around, so diss yourself more because you know your wack and I deplore any argument or come back, just wait till I’m up and runnin’ so I can post this shit the green lights blinkin’, but it won’t stay lit…com’on! Lirk, your off the hook, at least you ain't frontin', so go get some rhymes to cook.
wow someones pissed. Did a whole fuckin essay, and I'm not talking about the mexican kind b. Don't get mad, it's a fucking forum battle. Now let me kill both of you with two lines and from this point on I want to hear rap about loving one another. Yo Hobbes you hit creetcha with them late booty calls feindin for that man meat like the shark in that movie jaws
ahahahhaha, i've never seen somebody take a battle on this that seriously. heres a quick verse to set you on your ass, what took you a whole page to say, i can say really fast, im better than you , blah blah all that shit just mean you wrote that book ^ don't mean you can spit and oh wow, i wasn't right, you got me but i didn't spend 5 minutes searching "dictionary" with my finger stuck on copy
I normally wouldn't drop a line against genre But since it's the name of this thread I'll taunt ya Got you feelin' tense since I decided to vents Since I called out these kids for rhymin non sense Not many of your rhymes are dense they're quite basic At least you actually rhyme instead like most that just say it Now back to the beef and I'm callin out CreetchaFeetcha22 How you gonna call out someone when you yourself are new But I gotta question to ask about the one with no K-Mart? You're the one who doesn't sound smart fall back before I tear you apart You understand because I'm also from the sticks or the boondocks But this wasn't no free walk in the park still harassed by the cops I guess you should look into taking Hobbes advice about a dictionary The definition of queer is someone that is socially shady or suspicious But if that's how you took it than I guess my rhymes are just that vicious If I wanted to do some gay talk I would've called him a homo fuck prick Jumpin on dick whenever he sees that shit and throwin up on that bitch Once again of course I didn't because I only type out what I really do mean I'm from a small ass city where me and my boy single handedly created a graff scene Although I've chilled with the greats from all of the New England states I left my city alone for a while then re-created the scene for old time sakes And what's with all this talk about me being from Lone star Texas? I ain't but I can leave you chopped and screwed in the trunk of a Lexus But C'mon man you never shot nobody or killed my dysfunctional family I ain't scared of you because all in all you just a mammal like me
made it personal talkin' 'bout my flow dissappointd, for people who write words many you don't know because honestly many of you constantly write the same one like how dumb why not have some fun and expand learn more with an outlandish stand so you can demand the worth of what you can earn 'cause I'm a god but I ain't there yet saw bob and he told me I would get ineitabley let - into the gates where we all would chill trippin' on shrooms that shit was so real! but back to the subject like gotta diss the budjet because tampering is broke thats why hes gotta fuck with it why he gotta duck some shit, but the cops will eventually pop him when hes done made too much of a ruckus, no longer can he duckus they will say hes playin' it clean but they got some shit like not the type he fucks with but its still straight play him for a fool, they raided his house full of mace his face was redder than fuck because shit I just snuck around the corner and tagged your cat real fast, stole all your jems before they planted the evidence with which you couldn't fuck with wanted to get rich, but in the end you couldn't duck it
where your friend calvin? or alvin? the chipmunks, your make belief. when i speak, you feel nothin but grief, for even trying, cause everything you spit is weak like that CDS dog crying, bout his lil cat dying Your shit is long! when you read it shit comes out wrong, like when you speak to girls, my hands ill like the flow with swirls you got no steeze, no flawless ease, just a disease fucking terminally dead, fucked in the head lets hear someone diss me instead..
cliche talkin' 'bout calvin, like yo! I watched that show with alvin! but I don't care 'cause I'm a kid, forever and ever will I live-in my head yeah like I said, fuck this world -its fucking dead rather create something with my internal intentions and spread because you can't read my flows right just means that your head- is a little off course from mine, I'm takin' the night shift and workin' on it like- you gotta be tweakin' to catchup to my ketchup 'cause my abstract mind is always like playin' fetch-what... ain't know what hes talkin' bout, I need more knowledge 'cause I'm an addict like that fienin' for anything I can deduct or subtract, sorry if my lines are too long for you sorry if your rhymes are too wrong for who? Everybody-- listen up this kid is just a big bluff
Hobbes sucks knobs ill get you hooked on crack, and make you my prostitute and hustle your sack. you prolly wear all over print hoodies and flat billed caps well, stick to bein a fake thug, and let me lay down the raps.. cuz kid i was killin shit, and didnt even know your name hope i didnt scare you away so guys if you dont see hobbes in here anymore, youve got me to blame wack.
damn straight its wack. your whole life is crap. you post last every time and get caught in my lyrical trap. your always last to attack. im nice though ill tell you what you can scratch if you scratch my back. dudewoe, its not even on purpose. lol...
i'm quick changin caps stay close like fitted hats baze fell off the tracks like the fat kid in gym class up date ya slim fast i flip past the masses you sit back relax i rip tracks stack stacks climb to the raftors Asis the bad bastard