It's getting slow so I'll spark up a cypher\ Ay ecko, spit sum lines...\ Don't act like a dike here...\ Yeh ur rhymes make me sleepy\ Ur slow, and ur lines do sound weak b\ So u need more time?\ Or ya think u juss can't beat me?\ Ur always bust'n lines about guns and dumb rhymes...\ Lets see.. u'll bust a cap with ur gold plated gat!? Tight!\ And put a hole in mah dome wid a 3 inch gap?? Nice!\ Damn, I bet ur down in real life too!! Right...\ How close have u been to a gun fight?\ Lemeh guess, this one time in counter strike??\ Shit u coun't see me if u bet ur damn life\ Talk'n smack like a sneaky rat\ Yeh I rock sandals, slippers, and a fukn bat\ Sh!t, I make it look good\ I rock mah gear like u wish that u could\ Talk that smack on the street nigga I wish at u would\ Dorchester Mass. fool, I think that u should\ Along aka specialk, fool mah name is massive\ Niggas know mah name like they hear it in masses\ It's fukn religious, gurls I don't know try'n ta mack this\ Nigga u can't see me, u can't even afford mah glasses\ Giorgio Armani fool, go ahead, talk that smack kid\
aight son I know you bein the eager beaver.. waitin for me to get at cha with my heater uff a bat.. i take you out wit my meat cleaver faster than you can think to pull that trigger... yo is a lil late and i ain't really feelin ya free... cuz that shit puts me to sleep quicka than watchin QVC...
This guy thinks he's a thug and sh!t\ Spitting lines about guns and hits\ Grab a gat, now lets c wat u gon do with it\ U got ur gat mah boi looney go his a-shottie\ We could do it like John Gotti\ Catch you slippen and put holes all over ur mfukn body\ Yeh mah niggaz r vicious, one call nd u'll be state'n ur last wishes\ Then get carved up n tossed in some vast ditches\ They call me along aka specialk\ Fuck with me I'll break ur leg and laugh about it\ Badass with a gat but how u gonna live without it..?\ Lemeh guess, ur one of those niggaz that's juss plain shouted\ U know, not bouted but juss plain shoutin\ Count'n on niggaz to think u about somethin\ But this be the Mass-Murder\ And over here aint nobody heard of yah\ So fuk ur rep and fuk ur stat's\ Any punk b!tch can use a strap\ So u grab ur gat and I'll grab mah bat\ I do it like men do nd aint never been capped\ Ya fuk around here n u'll be a statistic\ Cuz mfukrz down here str8 fukn sadistic\ So drop that gat and stop that b!tch sh!t\ Six one seven, u dun want none of this, kid\
Yeh I been eager, ya meat eater\ And incase ur confuse it's the type u thrust deeper\ Sh!t I'm still wait'n for that pop'n heater\ And, fuk ur meat cleaver\ I've been treatened by swords, and machette's ya weak beaver\ So pop that heater and pull trigger\ Swing that cleaver and do it nigga\ Cuz ur slow b nd u got nuthin on me wid ur one track free'n\ I'll have u sukn on these while u cry'n to QVC till ur knee's are bleed'n\
imminent death.. more like imminent danger when I take these steps... throw you down the bottomless depths while I start shovelin that dirt onto ya chest keep burying ya ass like Em in 'Cleanin Out My Closet' don't fuk wit a psycho who will drown you wit his faucet nail it shut n piss on ya casket! impotent man wit semen?? now I know what you be schemin.. you dont wanna fight just be a pirate with ya seamen.. like an assassin I make hits kill a nigga real quick when I start to spit.. It's lights, camera, action when I flip da switch a rhyme heavy weight, cuz I'm the Juggernaut BITCH! yea ya flows is pretty tight. Sike! while my free's real nice.. aight! gimme da signal and ya boy will take flight.. left ya ass in the dust while you stil pedallin that bike ya bat ain't gonna help when i jack ya nikes tie you to the train tracks while you struggle for ya life. so you been in couple of school fights, now you claim ya tough... don't come at me which cha problems cuz i dont give a fuk.. I take ya freestyles outside.. for the garbage truck... crossin my path nigga you don ran outta luck... snatch ya Armanis n break 'em in half... nigga you can't afford Lasik so whatchu talkin bout cash.. lemme take this moment to put you on blast.. so everyone can know how much ya freestyle is trash..
Knock Knoc... ol man's Fong Fong Deen Deen... most of the shit he says pple jus call him CHee Seen... ayo I got spits you aint never seen.. uff the mop.. I make you lick da floor clean... look at Knoc out there all talk... ya bite's smaller than ya bark... you're the one who's lost ya spark.. better strap on ya armour like Tony Stark before I shoot that arrow right thru ya heart.. somethin like Lord of the Rings... you gon be bleedin from ya chest like Steven Irwin...
Take ur steps...?\ Sh!t, u'll be scat'n once I catch mah breath\ I'll run yah down n release mah stress in ya face, fuk, talk about a mess...\ And how u gonna throw me while ur scream'n in distress?\ Sh!t u feminine nigga, I'll lay ur ass to rest\ Do it like Eminem nigga drown ur ass to death\ Talk'n bout seamen but u just don't know...\ Call me akuma nigga and hold ya nose\ I'll release the demon all ova ya face while ya scream'n o god no!\ Stop bob'n and open wide ya cockeyed hoe...\ And swallow the semen like it's liquefied gold\ Now u an assassin nd u make hits, huh?\ Fine, then I'm a ninja so u won't know what hit cha\ U thought u got me but u didn't see that did ya?\ Said u kill a nigga quick wen u start wid a spit, huh?\ Yeh... only cause ur rhymes is laced with sh!t, cuz\ Ur spit'n feces and ur lines make'n me wheezy\ I'm dazed nd try'n not to breath deeply\ Why don't u pop a mint and start breath'n weakly...\ Then u said mah flow was nice but u went and said some sh!t like it's aite...\ And u said ur free is tight but I know that juss aint right...\ So ur obviously lie'n nd juss act'n real trife...\ And wow do u need shoes that bad...?\ Just ask, cuz damn nigga that's juss sad...\ U can have em and no I aint mad...\ Know wat? I'll even hook u up with a nice card board pad\ And toss u cig' so u can heat up ur sleep'n bag\ Yeh I been n scraps nd u think I sound tough...\ Nigga I earned it nd I back mah shit up\ I aint spit'n mah problems I'm juss say'n wussup?\ I told u mah loc' n mah name kid, now wat?\ And I better not cross ur path?\ Sh!t, I lay u on it and stomp on ur back\ I'll do shit to it that'll make it go crack\ Snatch mah ar's and break em in half?\ I'll snatch up ur leg and make it go snap\ You had ur time to put'n me on blast...?\ So why don't u stop now u look like an ass...\ Then toss out ur rhymes since u talk'n bout trash\ Now tie it up tight cuz this be a wrap...\
dude that was just about my rhymes rehashed.. so who's really the one lookin like an ass.. thought you was comin wit somthin fresh but you jus ridin my flows.. I see I had ya ass seein stars after da first blow.. nigga ya semen lines is a real joke... Uff the demon.. Imma Unleash the Dragon and make you choke. talkin like I need the charity.. when you're the one who needs help with ya free.. spittin ryhmes in the subway like you's a real ol' g.. so how you really gonna try n get at me.. ya cant.. so why try.. i can see the tears when ya start to cry.. so why lie... ya ain't gone be missed when we say bye bye.. just close ya eyes n get ready to die..
usually I'd spit a lil more... but ya rhymes a real bore... so i can't help but treat you like the CHinatown "Ah Por" give you one good push and send you straight to floor... nigga.. i dont see you comin wit that heat... ya last two lines just talkin bout dudes meat.. thas prolly the only thing you be packin.. lookin' like Richard Simons when you be skippin n hoppin.. so whatchu really hootin n hollerin... got a "will suck for food" sign wrapped around ya neck.. now I see what you offerin... get beat up by lil kiddies with their skate decks yea I'm callin' you weak.. jus like a mime I don wanna hear you speak quit while you ahead.. fore I turn it into a real execution n be off with ya head
Ok, I'm ready, where u at...?\ I ain't ride'n ya flow's I'm send'n it back\ Lyrically better cuz ur spit'n is wack\ I warned from the begin'n nigga, right off the bat\ Den reversed ya flow on u, u wasn't ready for that?\ Now u complain'n I guess u ready ta tap\ I don't blame u, ya spit'n is crap\ Ur lines is unstable and minez is juss phat\ Ur just incapable nigga so stick wid ur gat...\ So see ya kid, da game wasn't made for u nd it's as simple as that\ And yeh I'm talk'n bout charity...\ U tried to steal the shoe's I was wear'n b...\ Now don't deny it, it was in ur last flow...\ So I called it like I saw it and now I'm ready ta roll\ Ur whine'n nigga, so now I'm ready to go\ Complain'n n sh!t, I guess u ready to fold...\
Yeh, u usually spit a lil more....OF SEMEN\ U like it all ova ya face like the sun be BEAM'N\ Lol, ok no more talk'n bout semen it's just that... u like blunts with cream kid...\ Say'n mah rhymes is a real bore?\ Sh!t, I'm spit smack'n ur face like a pimp do his uptown whore...\ Nigga u front'n but u don't want more\ I'll do like Ali nd drop u to the floor then show ur ass the door\ I'm spit'n sick rhymes nigga, it's on another level\ Mah sh!tz R-Rated, it's lyrical gore n u spit'n with the devil\ And urz is like k'fed's poa pozo kid, damn, u in trouble\ And if I seemed like I was nice, sh!t, I was juss be'n humble\ Now spark up a drum roll cuz ur about ta get pumbled\ So make like Forest Gump b nd do the run fool\ Before I grab ya neck nd turn ya head into a foot stool...\
yo y chu usin the word nigga u both ain't black so call urself chigga both chu rhymes are garbage u can't even make no damage take u 1 hr to rite a few line takes me 10sec to write mine u need atttitude in this game but u both don't got game cause u both r so lame u gota b like where whre everyone konw my name they hollerain at my fame quit this freestly sh1t and go give some head u both r whack...enough said
Why u talkin bout damage...?\ Ur drop'n disses like "lame" and "garbage"...\ Ur lines is soft b, mah rhymes'll have u shamed and walk'n...\ After this flow ill have u tamed then offed kid...\ 10 second lines? That sh!t couldn't make it on Ice Tea's "Rap School"\ So shut chur face fore u get lyrically smacked fool...\ Battle'n me? Sh!t, 8 year old white kids b' verbally slap'n u...\ Now get off mah nuts kid cuz it just aint happen'n...\ And from one azn to another, ur lines is just fkn embarrass'n...\
Yay boy is back... back to erase you from the boards ASAP runnin ya lil mouth, time to get ya shit cracked you'll be motionless on the ground when ya lay flat stomp ya ass like Diddy.. take that.. take that.. put me gainst these two is a mismatch.. yo lookin' at your flow I can already tell you stuck.. ya rhymes need more work than Nip N Tuck.. so I see you back.. runnin' a muck have ya ass screamin when i tie you to the back of the truck looka here.. ya rhymes can't compare.. they call me the magician cuz i make dudes disappear.. make it hard to find ya bodies like that Into Thin Air.. spittin that trash, I ain't trying to hear.. have yall scared when I pull out that foldin chair..
This aint no mismatch,\ It's more like a lyrical death trap\ And u couldn't survive'n it if u spit ur best raps...\ Now change ur name to suzie cuz u bout to get b!tch slapped\ Come'n at cha wid surgical precision girl, I'm bout to flip ur wig back\ Tie me in back of a truck?\ Sh!t, I'll cut u open nd have u watch ur guts drop\ Then make u eat ur stomach contents b', now wat...\ Pump acid into ur veins n watch u melt into a puddle of muck\ Do it like Cartman nigga but flip'n it up,\ I'll serve u to ur family, b!tch, I aint give'n a fuk\ See I told u b' I'm spit'n lyrical gore\ So best believe wen I come at u wid mah material I'm come'n for war\ I took ur best shots b' nd I stay ready for more\ So take my advice kid nd hit the "Esc"\ Cuz noway u gonna b beat'n me...\ Sh!t, I'll be o2 and you aint breath'n me\ I'll be the meal of the day and u aint eat'n me\ Cuz this here be the free of the day n u aint see'n me\
Some give gifts that fit upon mantels While I give the gift of a positive example Cut all the slagging as we are brothers To bite the other is like fighting with your mother As you are kids and I am the elder Listen to me or I’ll kick your ass u Mother Chigga Hows that for a 'back in da day' breaker!!! ( as in old!!)
damn that shit was so wack.. don't know if I should answer.. they be avoidin yo shit like it's lyrical cancer.. thas why you be at the strip club, as a back up dancer.. nobody wanna hear shit from a retarded bastard.. told you once, but guess you couldn't resist.. only way you can comeback is if you were bittin my shit meal of the day?? yea you's a meal for the gays... lookin' like a fruit basket on ya date.. and I think I saw on you on TV.. talkin bout for jus 50 cents a day.. better know son... this ain't even a war.. this a rhymin' galore.. while ya rhymin is poor.. I'm fukin hotta than the core they be lookin' at you, like you's a eye sore.. I killed you on couple posts back, it's over.. you better off battlin' a kid wit leukemia.. I'm done wit this clown.. bring on my next challenger..
