rfi spit, stuffin shit, or fudge stuffin, your so cute i call you my little muffin, hit you so hard have a seizure like you krumpin... lmao...
RFI. SPit? More like RFI. Shhhh. See you thought I'd say shit but thats the point of this... ...diss To show everyone who runs this.. IT'S SOUL ONE MUTHAFUCKER not this RFI. bitch.. You say you blasting folks off into outerspace But I been there man and lemme tell ya its the place... to be And what you don't get and what you'll never see is when you blastin *****s off you starting space parties and everybody in the galaxy throwing up they hands saying "i'm glad spit didn't make it to this one, man!" And I say "yeah, I know. I told him where to go and he'll be there for awhile looking for his ho, and he's not gonna find her cause she's down with me, well, up that is... she's at the space party!" : ) i'm just playin hehe
They call you AnteUp, but man you've only got 3 lines! Watch out, you're about to step into a field of mines Because now i'm going to be forced to write something real Would you like to surrender now? Get out your white flag and kneel Or you can try to escape now, if you can I'll leave you looking like an atom bombed Japan Your body in a wreck, fresh shit in your pants Now you're the one who's doing the 'krumpin' dance Soul, that was dope! haha bravo
Man I just love to rhyme. That shit on AnteUp had me cracking up haha. Atom bombed like japan.. that's money. : ]
like an atom on japan, i drop a foot on your nuts... lmao...just thought it was funny... no rhyming watsoever
Cile one, you're so vile son. Why you talking 'bout weapons? What you know about guns? I thought everybody knew how to commit suicide? Oh wait, maybe that's why you bringing me lines! See I'm in invincible, I'm immaculate... And when I take my fourty five and cock the hammer back... It'll be you running It'll be you gunning Find a get away car... Run away from my stuntin! : )
rippin nuts off, and shovein em down throats, see how long you can hold your breath before you croak, im a ninja, hidden by cloak, crouching tiger nock tha head off ya folks, hit you harder than a toke, ante up straight takin names, an takin notes, im stoked, takin your ass out for a nice home dinner, then stabbin you in the head with a 9 inch splinter, ante's no good at this rap adventure, but he'll straight split your ass down the center ante bored, ante referring to himself in 3rd person...
C'mon BS users Is that all you got I'm everything good baby Everything that you're not So come on try and take me Come on try and bake me Some one step up and i'll show you that you're fake b!
yo yo soul get your white ass and crawl into a hole so fuck yo shit youll be lucky to leave wit you and yo bitch tits hahahah jk jlk jk bored lol
Hey, how you know that I'm white? Can you tell by what I write? I'm gonna let you get a bite.. I'm gonna tell you that you're right. But I'm also here to inform either you or your friends That I cross the racial lines When I'm flowing to no end. It don't matter if I'm white Becuase we all have pink tongues And in case you didn't know that's where the words roll from. So before I crawl in my hole Before I go to sleep Answer this montana painter Are you a honkey hater? Think about tonight bitch and try to go to sleep. ..no beef. : )
I took my seat, laid back, and tried to relax Yet while reading such wack rhymes I suddenly had the urgue to end my own life, ha You claim you can blast someone into orbit In that case how come your girl comes Running back to Mister Proper to show her Out of this world explosions Just take my advice and before you think Your actually on the right track Stop and think to yourself the chances Of you winning are as close as Ron Pauls' in The Next Presidential Election I get so restless when *****hs try and test me When in reality the chances of out beasting a *****h like me are about as good as George Bushs' Scoring higher than a 100 on IQ Test. Son RFI you can think you're on my level Every bitch needs a dream to follow But after me son you'll be left wishing and hoping That Hell doesn't really exist 'cause Your life is all but over I'm your destiny and your fighting spirit Is what I'm having for breakfast.
Yo proper stay seated and let me get a crack at that. I'm just so on tonight you'll want to take a few steps back. See hell does exist and you need to check your facts I'm the devil mother fucker... be worried 'bout that! My rhyming is sooo hot it stings when it hits ya That's why I brought along a nurse to fix ya up and stitch ya Cause I don't want you falling out in just one round Falling would be hard for you though, you're already on the ground. Hold steady I'll pitch fork ya Take ya down to hell and work ya IQ don't count for shit down here these lines don't break they hurt ya If you pass my test though, I'll have to let you go But i know you wont, my shit's to hard to be beat by some joke much love : )
Hello Mr. Fucking cile. You a bitch, i'll chop you to pieces and sweep you into a pile. First i'll take your head Then give it to my dog that must be fed. Then i'll pull outcha eyes leave them out for the flies because im tired of your bitch canvases and your bull shit lies. I'll take your stomach Stretch that shit out and make my Hammock Swing back and forth while your Ex is on my dick. Then i'll chop off her right tit, but she wont through a fit because the dick thats in her mouth that she loves to lick. So mr. borg, i'll take your feces rub it in your hair Whipe my hands, drink my smoothie, then sit back in my wood chair. wow i suck. i love you ciles. =D EDIT: THIS WAS FOR YOU BORG. XD
Haha no beef was part of the rhyme man. It's cool though Cile man you can have my momma I'm to cold for family ties I'm to busy fucking bombin Not just spray though I write, rap, skate, and move blow I don't have time to reel these rhymes And show you you's a ho so... I'm out.
check your watch, you know what time it is, its time for the one with rhymes so fresh, they get stolen by bitches in show biz. you poor ass bitch, take out a loan, ima get o-sama on your mobile home. and at this present moment your girlfriends giving me dome. your mums puttin on the kilos, tut tut, starting to resemble mr jabba the hut. ill take a gun, you'll beg me, 'oh please' then then a bullet through your thighs, youll live a life on your knees. haha no beef, im just paying out the person above me lol. Peace
soul buddy what the fuck is up with ur name? ur tryna put up ur shit, tryna get in the game u think with all this crap that ur guna get some fame but let me tell u boy, all ur gettin is shame lock up ur mothers, lock up ur sisterz cuz vinny g is here in the house to diss turdz yeh thats right soul, im talkin to u your mums a slut, u aint even got a clue yo skils are wack, u walkin down the street FUCK, u see some of ur shit, on the side of a truck and everyone u see walk past, the hope in ur eyes, then they look at u, and the hope just dies, they turn and say to you, "yo man, this shit is you? " your thinking "fuck yeah, im better then can2" then they say to u "this shit sucks balls, i see better crap with rust on walls" then u got nuffin ta say, they just walk off cuz u aint got no calls u cant say shit cuz u aint even got the balls ur can controls just as good as a granny except the only diff is ur the one with the fanny these rhymes i be spittin, these words of wisdom to cut you down, cuz son, its bout time u realised u aint got no crown ur shits so bad, ur just takin urself down cuz in ur shitness son, believe me, ur gunna drown peace out
Look at you Vince, repping sesame street? I've seen harder *****s bangin in the suburbs b. You dipping with elmo popping caps with bert Counting money with Count and riding high on Big Bird Eating cookies with Monster and robbin bitches with Grouch But i can make all of that money while sitting chill on my couch Besides you shouldn't be bangin while you in kindergarten I'll have your nose in the corner you'll be callin me warden And that's not just for you, but for ya homies too I'll gun blast on big bird put that bitch in my soup I'll put grouch back in the trash, but he won't be in one piece And cookie man will be on wheels when i'm done with his knees You'll see the count hanging from a streetlight by his cape Bert and ernie will be watching their mom get raped I'm saving elmo for last, that little tickle me bitch Ask him if forty five shells tickle or itch Cuase by the time i'm done, that answer he'll know I just hope he can answer through the blood in his throat : )