WHOOPS baby nigg.a trying to be hard now musta put his ass in a corner ding ding end of round take a bow how old are you fifteen? can see it in your face gettin green wit jealousy cuz u aint got this melody gotta revert to the rapper staple of frontin hard like your fat ass moms in a bikini eatin lard ha ha i gotta laugh at u duke you make me puke yous a fukn fluke imma chop you in pieces like vader did to luke you one dimensional like a level plane raps is plain rhyming bout bustin guns for fun you try that in reality you'll be done smoked just another cracker baby gettin toked.
Downunder is a bitch, ***** you bout to get sundered You can't fuck wit me, Ima make you see That your lyrics aint nothin but a puddle of Pee My style is like Iz Tha Wiz Your style is like a little kids Im the Beast, You the Bitch Ima gettin unleashed, On you, who is a faggot snitch I'm the Remedy, Your the problem I'm the Cause, your the Outcome I'm the rhythm, your the volume I'm the Kidnapper, your the ransom I'm the Phantom, your the hoodlum My flow is magical like a prism Your as useful as a broken condom I seldom, come out my, kingdom, when I do, Its nothing but Venom, I spit, Stardom Is what I get, Fathom, My lyrics you cannot, Tantrums, Are what you throw, Now its time for me to go, Just remember, All you do is blow
play time is over kids, go back to your english classes And if yall dont listen to me imma stick that nine up in your asses Look before you express your self, you gotta know how You been trying to write raps, but you dont know how
sounds like your spun smokin that meth pipe girl straight looking like a dyke , dam son your gonna make me hurl what the fuck steve earl your raps are wack dont make me come back and tap that ass just to fly by time ,me bustin rymes is like commiting crimes because im the best as you fester in shit stop throwing fits , your makin your self sick , ha ha ha is what you say evidentley your pawn in the game raps are lame try to slang then get kicked in the nuts and hanged by your crew ,beat up kicks damn homie you dont even know me dont try to flow agianst a motherfucka like me straight soundin like some ho from mtv's lyricsa loung show!
hey stay blazed you cant faze anyone on this forum go back to college dorum and start your homework before you get you feelings hurt , your so called mc'n sounds like dirt .
yu sound like pathetic neglected kids. il beat the shit out yu like 18 wheels against a dodge intrepid, bitch. yall ar sad soundn cleeblorn depresed fina wrek this shit. but im the type two c a pit an leave his nek ript quik. test this dik an yul get fukt for sure. on all fours getn served until yur crys an sight fades with blurs. aids, no cures.
If i sound dirty then you must be cocky, mather of fact. Fuck rap, like Dre said you can have it back Yall kids is on that crack, saying things youd never do even if you were black im that whitey who owns your ass at call of duty Excuse me, but that shit you been talking just sounds like shit to me
my call of duty is catchin you bare booty you be on-line bangin like bill gates we all know you really pebbles strate fruity milkin tha stakes but tha fact is im gacy in his prime painted up witta blade to yo grapes makin salad you can toss im vlad without the cape double holes in em neck splatter blood on ya face i leave a weak transformation bangin my chest like an ape and if you tried it yo self youd prolly break ya chest plate cuz you lame like an elf no weight on his lil frame tit mouse versus an ape getcha limbs popped off skin as thin as a crepe get down or lay down roll you up in a drape call a guy to clean up my button man clean em up wrap em up in duct tape and take em to city dumps dropped off in anotha state cuz this serial steeze im tha cure for this disease mufuckas playin dumb homos without tha 'sapien... im on a level where its waaay past ailien do ya feel me?... buddy i betchu know im a beast open to makin messes fillin cess pools daily i aint moved in tha least by that bullshit, really whatchu sayin is yeast foamy fluid out tha vadge you a freak get some aid for tha stank you release stay blazed? really doubt it betchu smokin that meat die.
SUPERBAD! SUPERBAD! My girl look like Emma Stone. So Sick I'm qurantined, the doctor saying send him home. When in rome go alone, that's the type of shit I'm on. They say life's a bitch, well her and my ex would likely get along. See you're just a paper boy and I'am the mail man You're doug funny see and I'm the Quail Man Me I'am so hungery, I'm channeling a younger me Snakin on some dungaroos and breakin in some dunga reees Your girl gets under me, then her friend gets over me. Maybe I'am the shit, I guess thats why all these girls keep dumpin' me
The fuck is wrong with you son suppress your opinions You trying to catch his booty on the line? You aint hard you got some gay minions, hidden in your closet nigha come out and play, I'll ox you with a murder rap and piss on your grave, Sitten on my throne I'm a king in this shit and you a filthy slave, you fry under pressure I can smell you from here, call you vampire cause my gems make your flesh sear, and if I catch a case im likely to put a hollow point up in your ear, you just a phony ass fake, fuckin toy lets make it clear.
you the toy like pryor in his crack days blow that smoke in tha air im arnold in tha last days smack hoes if da foes oppose i re arrange mufuckas get shot like defoe my platoon fulla vermin no love is evident tha style im possessin like a wild west lesson gotchu snortin excederin you gon need pain medicine tha doc is in you need oxygen i watch sports center, joe you addicted to sodam and long toys thatll touch your intestines now you prego, hoe i let tha worms infest him once tha death collect him drop em off and rest him no return to tha shit i say i been murderin mufuccaz claim tha date my day all city i be up like i mainline yay pussy
Easy with the name calling, my dear amigo let go, hear this, let all your friends know that ToNiC is back in the Diss thread, hoe; bow down to the sound that comes from my throat hole. You ain't know? I run this shit bitch, please. This gets me so hard, rename the thread Dick Tease, or dick cheese, like what caught in the head of your wee wee- you don't see? I'm the King, ain't nothing else to be. You got VD, and I got to go home, cuz right about now I want to bury my bone. It's something you ain't done, you still all alone, unless you sitting in a cell like ma***** Al Capone. My dog Tyrone starts plowing your tiny ass, he don't make a pass, just sticks it in and waits til you pass gas. And it's sad, what's happened the the damn thread, get head, and believe all the shit that I done said. In the fed, or I was til I got out the damn ched to get bread for my whole family, instead of getting dead.
they call em tonic for a reason merk his dumb ass cuz its obnixious season one shots all i need just to stop his breathin one less on my list for tha optics readin rip yo mothafuckin jaw out like Robert Heenan im tha brain when it come to this toxic speakin you a weasel AND a pussy like you claim parisian real scared of tha threat like islamic teachins im agnostic preachin evil psalms to heethans forget what cha heard im tha boss with reason halocaust you gon walk thru tha line of beatin's butchu aint gettin blessed you gettin stalked by demons fuck it chu out tha game, boy... i got chu feenin ten Z's in my stomach got me slurrin and leanin pin you lil toys up, tryna bite you teethin pinch ya mufuckin self pray to god you dreamin slut
and if you aint then u screamin while you chokin on seamen you fuckin bitch ass faggot theres gotta be a reason in the way that u spray man ya shits fuckin gay i pass the mic to then next cuz thats all i gotta say
Mr.. stokedtopaintny, would never even try to throw up a one line in the middle of bed stuy whos this n!gga, the grape dutchmaster? puttin coca in his blunts in attempt to rhyme faster the things that im acheivin could convert a non-beleivin, dirty fuckin heathen, into one of them fuckin god preachin, cock suckin types, who like to think that he nice cuz a label gave him advice, so he could blow up overnight now hes all commercial, claimin his click will murk em but i cock the hammer back and let lyrical bullets work em the price was 16 Gs, non negotiable, no one can jerk him I'll leave you in convulsions if you ever tried to hurt him... just for fun no diss to anyone of yall i respect any decent writer that's doing their thing and stays g code. peace
Said to diss the person above but Stoked2Paint dont rap; only shows grape's bare nuts love Dont try ta' rap back, diss rhymes I insert these Stoke spits back though 2 kinds of herpes Kill ya in eight lines, four times, as you pay me back alley to write your ass some more lines Shake sends fake forum emcees a strict letter Challenges amateur, this BC kid's better