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Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by trowel, Mar 4, 2008.
your a true toy
Im a true toy?
Your trying hard to make me cry
Coming from someone who looks to of bit slob?
i guess that diss just dont apply.
The words that I supply makes your heads spin
If Unconscious is on the shelf y'all in the trash bin
Your a true toy I don't know but your lines don't flow
No one would come let alone pay to see your show
Like I told you before your wanna-be rhymes are trash
You couldn't get me to write your rhymes if you offered cash
this cunt, second time i seen him sloberring on someones dick
why ya treat unconcious like a hand mastorbating a walking stick,
whats the attraction, its driving me to distraction, hurry quick,
ill show you some trade tricks, like anyone that made spits like men layed bricks,
to build a town, cunt ill wrap ya aroun, my dick as a cockring,
while i poun ya gf on the comfy inner spring, its me winning, and grinning
spinning killer verses on you since the beginnning, cunt, i said it again,
on the tip of my brain, floatin and sipping champagne leaving you in disdain
about the insane inside my brain coated hoodlum me, being outdone, leaving you in a thousand debris
like the russians did agaisnt the capitalist bourgeoisie, i can only take ya to a certain degree,
before you get done chopped and dried like pot purri, its just me, and the keyboard going on the killin spree
im pumped like reeboks to burn this chump like squats after mexican cuisine/
this kid is like prints from a silkscreen, all the same thing, so text your momma and let her remind you that im a fiend for humping between her unclean meat curtains in your fantasies.
i hate internet rhymes.
i dont need no reeboks to kick ya in the face,
leave ya laced like bud, getting ya pasty faced,
wait...did i just rhyme face with faced? gimme a break
ill have ya replaced like batteries, committing battery
it is plain to see, like how marge rocks long island ice tea,
its you and me, spitting with keys leave ya dead and diseased
burn ya body 500 degrees, fire so bright i got eyes like im japanese,
not here to please all these internet O.Gs, have you feelin me like
the princess felt the peas, under the mattress, god bless the hat tricks
pullin more rhyming words out than the number of pounds on a fat chick
better dip quick, letting your spit slip, like a cunt babblin a grip of shit
fucked outta his mind on an acid trip....
Yo this fool can't ryhme, his lyrics be shit
do you like him? not one fuckin' bit,
you see he is a virgin to amazing lyrical greatness,
he can't ryhme! his shit ain't even in time!
you should be honoured by my arrival, i am thy god!
the god of rhymes, rollin' wif de times,
i from de north east, we roll, we body pop,
yo is dat yo girlfriend? she ain't got no top!
I was up at night once, and the lord spoke to me,
he said that i need to calm down,
just be all i can be,
i said am i going to hell?
he said well if you keep killin dos mc?
well muthafuckin hell yeah!
Vegamite can't ryhme, he sound like when WOEINFINITE go poo time,
and sable? well he is unable,
after i cut him thr fuck up,
SKETCH 91, whats up, how de fuck you recovered,
since you got diced, WUP!
what was that noise?
is that 00-MADE-00 with his boys?
Yo i don't like lyrical battles,
o don't like fighting an unarmed man,
what de fuck was dat,
you hopeless twat, yo EAST,
check it out,
how it should be done,
dis ryhme is BEAST!
thats how to diss everyone.
This whole page is trash.
Don't mess with tasr or...or.. youl get a mouth full of lasers.
This ***** tasr dont know about my brain power,
ill burn you and frodo like the sauron tower,
you want some taters but all you got is haters,
ill boil you mash you stick you in a stew,
youll be chicken noodle when im done with you
psh; what talking about brain power
i sat and watched u cower in the shower
waiting for the raping hour
nazi cock style devour
asshole bleeding like oil spillin from oil towers
you got more then a chicken noodle in your kabootel
here i got this job application that seem it'll suityou
its for rim job's cas im fucking threw with you....
mash um boil um and stick um in a stew
hoodie hoo nigg.a its O-V, ya through
so just give up son act like you dont know
ya flows off, you just a poo-gay-hoe....
fucking graffiti lookin ugly as golem motha fucka...
let me throw u a cock ring so you can finally have your precious
now leave the res' of us...
Gesus krist ain't go no skill
His styles wack and lives in Lameville
Everyone thinks his shits so ill
They're so crazy that they need Dr. Phil
Yeah thats right, I dissed Gesus and EVERYONE
vagrant trys to be lord of the flies,
but flies have a 24 hour life span and eat shit and die.
close enough? youre a joke kid, whatchu know about rap?
other than the crap you wrap up and slap on a cap,
under your hat you got the worst rhymes,
gay lines that make signs under the worst times,
your letters are fucked and so is your face,
a disgrace to the human race, you're outta pace n' place
infinite eh? more like an infant
get on ma dick and just suck me its imminent.
back to yo tracks bodda boom bodda bing,
yo you faggot kneel and kiss the muh fuckin ring.
midnightsnitch is gonna get stiches
your mds is fulla lil bitches.
and tyler you fuck
your fulla luck....cuz i cant think of anything..aahaha
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