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 Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 1:38 am
applesauce600 r0guish applesauce600 r0guish applesauce600 r0guish you fast spitter, you. your good. join the team. i like ya style. trust, there's a lot of perks joinin the team... get you out those rags ... how am i applied to this response? did you just want my attention? well now you have it! let's battle! You stay reminding me you're a zer0 through all your name changing I know your game's aging and your punches have the same ******** your name blaming, it's your fault for using lame phrasing. Won't be surprised if you came flaming, but I'm not here for gay dating- Wont even help with how you crave canings, Nah, I stay hating, while I'm constantly nay saying to the effect of insane maiming I'm over here dame claiming but you spend you day playing- It's business time you tame crepe-ling. Won't shine with eight glazings. I'm so batty I go Wayne raping. You rapelessly get your place aching. That's why your state's grating and you're not up to great slaying. Imma get this flake bracing for the hit like the fake's blazing... up... mother ******** called him a crepe. Who the ******** is on my calling-people-crepes caliber? No one. Detach your mandible and pull the latch out a gas can inside your clavicle Half the hoax is that your cloak is half way on and we can see his half assed jokes You chump change like you'd do something strange wit a hat to hold Make him really hold his tongue wit his lungs strung up by tattered ropes That is gross. But not as bad you and ya fags bragging bout who gag the most I got the antidote: stab this apple wit a sharp ceramic and watch Adam choke Even if delivered on swiffers, your's still ain't clean as half my flows(floors) You can ask the hoe: I sonned you, but I ain't fit to be ya daddy though Left this b*****d alone, yet somehow he found home from whee the trash is thrown His intake of kiddy d**k s**t sickens my Pen's state so I left the pad alone Punch line champ who get it amp off of jabs alone. So please get off my Peter, little Lisa; it ain't a saxophone I just finished my finals so now it’s you that I’ll finish- You’re not half as hard as them nor the potluck with spinach from my English class. Since I can I’ll comma splice: Forget Kitt’s rags, you’ll need bribes to calm my spite. My cash is growing but it’s not strange with hat all floating stuck a noodle in your mom and called her ma of boning Raw and moaning, aww yea, it’s your pa you're loathing. Stop the c0ping- insulting cloaks you still have awful clothing. I’ll cut your allowance more; turn you to a slob in robing. Got you ch0cking like you’re on dry tree- sloths are toking All you do is wishful thinking you're like the god of h0ping- 0r of m0ping- you’ll get practice ‘cause your mom’s eloping. Hot for poking but soon I’ll make it so her job is stroking. Lots of doting creeps will find there’s no spot not for groping. And you're just like her. My moms? What??? Your sister, mister Or is it your mister looking sister? The mystery lies within her Err.. Him.. Or shim. Shims more flickted than a tongue twister But when shim licks its lips it gets it poppin... fever blisters So sinister. How dare you play wit the kid like mimickin ministers His s**t was twisted; did it hurt? We all got secrets like senators Some dirtier than others; flash the black light on your cover ups of lies and bull jive you tried to feed your tribe last supper But this, is ya last supper. Make him scat like a jibber talkin brother Son you til sun up on the earth and that's word to m0ther <********, come and die like John tucker for actin type ingredient in smuckers This ice road trucker lookin bugger on thin ice burnin rubber Good luck with that one. Get smacked, not no tip of the hat, son I'm feelin like the cool kid treatin you like the fat one Snatch ya nap sack and ransack ya contents like how I do ya conscience With vowels and consonants worth more than your lack of common cents
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:54 am
r0guish applesauce600 r0guish applesauce600 r0guish ... how am i applied to this response? did you just want my attention? well now you have it! let's battle! You stay reminding me you're a zer0 through all your name changing I know your game's aging and your punches have the same ******** your name blaming, it's your fault for using lame phrasing. Won't be surprised if you came flaming, but I'm not here for gay dating- Wont even help with how you crave canings, Nah, I stay hating, while I'm constantly nay saying to the effect of insane maiming I'm over here dame claiming but you spend you day playing- It's business time you tame crepe-ling. Won't shine with eight glazings. I'm so batty I go Wayne raping. You rapelessly get your place aching. That's why your state's grating and you're not up to great slaying. Imma get this flake bracing for the hit like the fake's blazing... up... mother ******** called him a crepe. Who the ******** is on my calling-people-crepes caliber? No one. Detach your mandible and pull the latch out a gas can inside your clavicle Half the hoax is that your cloak is half way on and we can see his half assed jokes You chump change like you'd do something strange wit a hat to hold Make him really hold his tongue wit his lungs strung up by tattered ropes That is gross. But not as bad you and ya fags bragging bout who gag the most I got the antidote: stab this apple wit a sharp ceramic and watch Adam choke Even if delivered on swiffers, your's still ain't clean as half my flows(floors) You can ask the hoe: I sonned you, but I ain't fit to be ya daddy though Left this b*****d alone, yet somehow he found home from whee the trash is thrown His intake of kiddy d**k s**t sickens my Pen's state so I left the pad alone Punch line champ who get it amp off of jabs alone. So please get off my Peter, little Lisa; it ain't a saxophone I just finished my finals so now it’s you that I’ll finish- You’re not half as hard as them nor the potluck with spinach from my English class. Since I can I’ll comma splice: Forget Kitt’s rags, you’ll need bribes to calm my spite. My cash is growing but it’s not strange with hat all floating stuck a noodle in your mom and called her ma of boning Raw and moaning, aww yea, it’s your pa you're loathing. Stop the c0ping- insulting cloaks you still have awful clothing. I’ll cut your allowance more; turn you to a slob in robing. Got you ch0cking like you’re on dry tree- sloths are toking All you do is wishful thinking you're like the god of h0ping- 0r of m0ping- you’ll get practice ‘cause your mom’s eloping. Hot for poking but soon I’ll make it so her job is stroking. Lots of doting creeps will find there’s no spot not for groping. And you're just like her. My moms? What??? Your sister, mister Or is it your mister looking sister? The mystery lies within her Err.. Him.. Or shim. Shims more flickted than a tongue twister But when shim licks its lips it gets it poppin... fever blisters So sinister. How dare you play wit the kid like mimickin ministers His s**t was twisted; did it hurt? We all got secrets like senators Some dirtier than others; flash the black light on your cover ups of lies and bull jive you tried to feed your tribe last supper But this, is ya last supper. Make him scat like a jibber talkin brother Son you til sun up on the earth and that's word to m0ther <********, come and die like John tucker for actin type ingredient in smuckers This ice road trucker lookin bugger on thin ice burnin rubber Good luck with that one. Get smacked, not no tip of the hat, son I'm feelin like the cool kid treatin you like the fat one Snatch ya nap sack and ransack ya contents like how I do ya conscience With vowels and consonants worth more than your lack of common cents You don't compete. I'm sick and twisted fighting scorns of Odins children. You're weak s**t unlisted with zits and fisted like the scoliosis victims. My word, s0 should listen, I hit and kill shits while I scold these nosy bitches. Try Squirming, know it's fitting, that I got dirt on this high worm in cozy livin'. You've thoughts s0 predictable it's stupid, "Try the 'cents' joke!" You keep using it like it's new it's highly spent though. s**t that head out your rotten a** like you've gotten gass and now try something fresh you never have like mentos Only need to do it once to say you've ever had a fresh flow. Leave the wax alone you won't get layed. You're a saxophone, you just get played. If I mention r0guish* then I've got to put him on and end note. No one's asking for your s**t like pudding when on death row. Feed, it's your last meal before you get hit with a fast heel. You can't last here but you'll take last here, get even less known. When struggling like you can get past me get even vests blown My talent? Didn't come with two thirds, still won, guess the ******** truth hurts. *Some random guy that thinks he competes.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 11:29 pm
applesauce600 r0guish applesauce600 r0guish applesauce600 r0guish ... how am i applied to this response? did you just want my attention? well now you have it! let's battle! You stay reminding me you're a zer0 through all your name changing I know your game's aging and your punches have the same ******** your name blaming, it's your fault for using lame phrasing. Won't be surprised if you came flaming, but I'm not here for gay dating- Wont even help with how you crave canings, Nah, I stay hating, while I'm constantly nay saying to the effect of insane maiming I'm over here dame claiming but you spend you day playing- It's business time you tame crepe-ling. Won't shine with eight glazings. I'm so batty I go Wayne raping. You rapelessly get your place aching. That's why your state's grating and you're not up to great slaying. Imma get this flake bracing for the hit like the fake's blazing... up... mother ******** called him a crepe. Who the ******** is on my calling-people-crepes caliber? No one. Detach your mandible and pull the latch out a gas can inside your clavicle Half the hoax is that your cloak is half way on and we can see his half assed jokes You chump change like you'd do something strange wit a hat to hold Make him really hold his tongue wit his lungs strung up by tattered ropes That is gross. But not as bad you and ya fags bragging bout who gag the most I got the antidote: stab this apple wit a sharp ceramic and watch Adam choke Even if delivered on swiffers, your's still ain't clean as half my flows(floors) You can ask the hoe: I sonned you, but I ain't fit to be ya daddy though Left this b*****d alone, yet somehow he found home from whee the trash is thrown His intake of kiddy d**k s**t sickens my Pen's state so I left the pad alone Punch line champ who get it amp off of jabs alone. So please get off my Peter, little Lisa; it ain't a saxophone I just finished my finals so now it’s you that I’ll finish- You’re not half as hard as them nor the potluck with spinach from my English class. Since I can I’ll comma splice: Forget Kitt’s rags, you’ll need bribes to calm my spite. My cash is growing but it’s not strange with hat all floating stuck a noodle in your mom and called her ma of boning Raw and moaning, aww yea, it’s your pa you're loathing. Stop the c0ping- insulting cloaks you still have awful clothing. I’ll cut your allowance more; turn you to a slob in robing. Got you ch0cking like you’re on dry tree- sloths are toking All you do is wishful thinking you're like the god of h0ping- 0r of m0ping- you’ll get practice ‘cause your mom’s eloping. Hot for poking but soon I’ll make it so her job is stroking. Lots of doting creeps will find there’s no spot not for groping. And you're just like her. My moms? What??? Your sister, mister Or is it your mister looking sister? The mystery lies within her Err.. Him.. Or shim. Shims more flickted than a tongue twister But when shim licks its lips it gets it poppin... fever blisters So sinister. How dare you play wit the kid like mimickin ministers His s**t was twisted; did it hurt? We all got secrets like senators Some dirtier than others; flash the black light on your cover ups of lies and bull jive you tried to feed your tribe last supper But this, is ya last supper. Make him scat like a jibber talkin brother Son you til sun up on the earth and that's word to m0ther <********, come and die like John tucker for actin type ingredient in smuckers This ice road trucker lookin bugger on thin ice burnin rubber Good luck with that one. Get smacked, not no tip of the hat, son I'm feelin like the cool kid treatin you like the fat one Snatch ya nap sack and ransack ya contents like how I do ya conscience With vowels and consonants worth more than your lack of common cents You don't compete. I'm sick and twisted fighting scorns of Odins children. You're weak s**t unlisted with zits and fisted like the scoliosis victims. My word, s0 should listen, I hit and kill shits while I scold these nosy bitches. Try Squirming, know it's fitting, that I got dirt on this high worm in cozy livin'. You've thoughts s0 predictable it's stupid, "Try the 'cents' joke!" You keep using it like it's new it's highly spent though. s**t that head out your rotten a** like you've gotten gass and now try something fresh you never have like mentos Only need to do it once to say you've ever had a fresh flow. Leave the wax alone you won't get layed. You're a saxophone, you just get played. If I mention r0guish* then I've got to put him on and end note. No one's asking for your s**t like pudding when on death row. Feed, it's your last meal before you get hit with a fast heel. You can't last here but you'll take last here, get even less known. When struggling like you can get past me get even vests blown My talent? Didn't come with two thirds, still won, guess the ******** truth hurts. *Some random guy that thinks he competes. hold the phone, take the cord and end your cry for help "9-11, someones got a gun to my dome, and, oh, i'm by myself" is how ya gasps come out. collapse ya scalp cause what you rappin bout sound like a half-account of how you feel. the rest is gassed and loud rants of clout amounted to half an ants amount in a mound gas dowsed and guess who comin wit the flames and brought the caskets out came to hurt feelins wit the illest means behind my motives that i'm actin out you illin, get hit wit the guillotine; bring them baskets out to hold ya head. this a** kickins almost over; hold ya head and duck ya tail back between ya legs before i leave a soldier dead white america verses the turban head. paint ya bloody body bourbon red he gettin scared by my verbs again, but that's expected of suburban kids the truth hit and hurts ya head when you define what worthless is you working class and still ain't worth half of my purchases so go pop another percaset, bump ya eminem and get you skirt wet parents mad at you for actin like a ***** Wit An Attitude when you bought Dre's first cassette
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 9:26 pm
r0guish applesauce600 r0guish applesauce600 r0guish Detach your mandible and pull the latch out a gas can inside your clavicle Half the hoax is that your cloak is half way on and we can see his half assed jokes You chump change like you'd do something strange wit a hat to hold Make him really hold his tongue wit his lungs strung up by tattered ropes That is gross. But not as bad you and ya fags bragging bout who gag the most I got the antidote: stab this apple wit a sharp ceramic and watch Adam choke Even if delivered on swiffers, your's still ain't clean as half my flows(floors) You can ask the hoe: I sonned you, but I ain't fit to be ya daddy though Left this b*****d alone, yet somehow he found home from whee the trash is thrown His intake of kiddy d**k s**t sickens my Pen's state so I left the pad alone Punch line champ who get it amp off of jabs alone. So please get off my Peter, little Lisa; it ain't a saxophone I just finished my finals so now it’s you that I’ll finish- You’re not half as hard as them nor the potluck with spinach from my English class. Since I can I’ll comma splice: Forget Kitt’s rags, you’ll need bribes to calm my spite. My cash is growing but it’s not strange with hat all floating stuck a noodle in your mom and called her ma of boning Raw and moaning, aww yea, it’s your pa you're loathing. Stop the c0ping- insulting cloaks you still have awful clothing. I’ll cut your allowance more; turn you to a slob in robing. Got you ch0cking like you’re on dry tree- sloths are toking All you do is wishful thinking you're like the god of h0ping- 0r of m0ping- you’ll get practice ‘cause your mom’s eloping. Hot for poking but soon I’ll make it so her job is stroking. Lots of doting creeps will find there’s no spot not for groping. And you're just like her. My moms? What??? Your sister, mister Or is it your mister looking sister? The mystery lies within her Err.. Him.. Or shim. Shims more flickted than a tongue twister But when shim licks its lips it gets it poppin... fever blisters So sinister. How dare you play wit the kid like mimickin ministers His s**t was twisted; did it hurt? We all got secrets like senators Some dirtier than others; flash the black light on your cover ups of lies and bull jive you tried to feed your tribe last supper But this, is ya last supper. Make him scat like a jibber talkin brother Son you til sun up on the earth and that's word to m0ther <********, come and die like John tucker for actin type ingredient in smuckers This ice road trucker lookin bugger on thin ice burnin rubber Good luck with that one. Get smacked, not no tip of the hat, son I'm feelin like the cool kid treatin you like the fat one Snatch ya nap sack and ransack ya contents like how I do ya conscience With vowels and consonants worth more than your lack of common cents You don't compete. I'm sick and twisted fighting scorns of Odins children. You're weak s**t unlisted with zits and fisted like the scoliosis victims. My word, s0 should listen, I hit and kill shits while I scold these nosy bitches. Try Squirming, know it's fitting, that I got dirt on this high worm in cozy livin'. You've thoughts s0 predictable it's stupid, "Try the 'cents' joke!" You keep using it like it's new it's highly spent though. s**t that head out your rotten a** like you've gotten gass and now try something fresh you never have like mentos Only need to do it once to say you've ever had a fresh flow. Leave the wax alone you won't get layed. You're a saxophone, you just get played. If I mention r0guish* then I've got to put him on and end note. No one's asking for your s**t like pudding when on death row. Feed, it's your last meal before you get hit with a fast heel. You can't last here but you'll take last here, get even less known. When struggling like you can get past me get even vests blown My talent? Didn't come with two thirds, still won, guess the ******** truth hurts. *Some random guy that thinks he competes. hold the phone, take the cord and end your cry for help "9-11, someones got a gun to my dome, and, oh, i'm by myself" is how ya gasps come out. collapse ya scalp cause what you rappin bout sound like a half-account of how you feel. the rest is gassed and loud rants of clout amounted to half an ants amount in a mound gas dowsed and guess who comin wit the flames and brought the caskets out came to hurt feelins wit the illest means behind my motives that i'm actin out you illin, get hit wit the guillotine; bring them baskets out to hold ya head. this a** kickins almost over; hold ya head and duck ya tail back between ya legs before i leave a soldier dead white america verses the turban head. paint ya bloody body bourbon red he gettin scared by my verbs again, but that's expected of suburban kids the truth hit and hurts ya head when you define what worthless is you working class and still ain't worth half of my purchases so go pop another percaset, bump ya eminem and get you skirt wet parents mad at you for actin like a ***** Wit An Attitude when you bought Dre's first cassette Word ? ..
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 10:38 pm
OhhDiabolic - r0guish applesauce600 r0guish applesauce600 r0guish Detach your mandible and pull the latch out a gas can inside your clavicle Half the hoax is that your cloak is half way on and we can see his half assed jokes You chump change like you'd do something strange wit a hat to hold Make him really hold his tongue wit his lungs strung up by tattered ropes That is gross. But not as bad you and ya fags bragging bout who gag the most I got the antidote: stab this apple wit a sharp ceramic and watch Adam choke Even if delivered on swiffers, your's still ain't clean as half my flows(floors) You can ask the hoe: I sonned you, but I ain't fit to be ya daddy though Left this b*****d alone, yet somehow he found home from whee the trash is thrown His intake of kiddy d**k s**t sickens my Pen's state so I left the pad alone Punch line champ who get it amp off of jabs alone. So please get off my Peter, little Lisa; it ain't a saxophone I just finished my finals so now it’s you that I’ll finish- You’re not half as hard as them nor the potluck with spinach from my English class. Since I can I’ll comma splice: Forget Kitt’s rags, you’ll need bribes to calm my spite. My cash is growing but it’s not strange with hat all floating stuck a noodle in your mom and called her ma of boning Raw and moaning, aww yea, it’s your pa you're loathing. Stop the c0ping- insulting cloaks you still have awful clothing. I’ll cut your allowance more; turn you to a slob in robing. Got you ch0cking like you’re on dry tree- sloths are toking All you do is wishful thinking you're like the god of h0ping- 0r of m0ping- you’ll get practice ‘cause your mom’s eloping. Hot for poking but soon I’ll make it so her job is stroking. Lots of doting creeps will find there’s no spot not for groping. And you're just like her. My moms? What??? Your sister, mister Or is it your mister looking sister? The mystery lies within her Err.. Him.. Or shim. Shims more flickted than a tongue twister But when shim licks its lips it gets it poppin... fever blisters So sinister. How dare you play wit the kid like mimickin ministers His s**t was twisted; did it hurt? We all got secrets like senators Some dirtier than others; flash the black light on your cover ups of lies and bull jive you tried to feed your tribe last supper But this, is ya last supper. Make him scat like a jibber talkin brother Son you til sun up on the earth and that's word to m0ther <********, come and die like John tucker for actin type ingredient in smuckers This ice road trucker lookin bugger on thin ice burnin rubber Good luck with that one. Get smacked, not no tip of the hat, son I'm feelin like the cool kid treatin you like the fat one Snatch ya nap sack and ransack ya contents like how I do ya conscience With vowels and consonants worth more than your lack of common cents You don't compete. I'm sick and twisted fighting scorns of Odins children. You're weak s**t unlisted with zits and fisted like the scoliosis victims. My word, s0 should listen, I hit and kill shits while I scold these nosy bitches. Try Squirming, know it's fitting, that I got dirt on this high worm in cozy livin'. You've thoughts s0 predictable it's stupid, "Try the 'cents' joke!" You keep using it like it's new it's highly spent though. s**t that head out your rotten a** like you've gotten gass and now try something fresh you never have like mentos Only need to do it once to say you've ever had a fresh flow. Leave the wax alone you won't get layed. You're a saxophone, you just get played. If I mention r0guish* then I've got to put him on and end note. No one's asking for your s**t like pudding when on death row. Feed, it's your last meal before you get hit with a fast heel. You can't last here but you'll take last here, get even less known. When struggling like you can get past me get even vests blown My talent? Didn't come with two thirds, still won, guess the ******** truth hurts. *Some random guy that thinks he competes. hold the phone, take the cord and end your cry for help "9-11, someones got a gun to my dome, and, oh, i'm by myself" is how ya gasps come out. collapse ya scalp cause what you rappin bout sound like a half-account of how you feel. the rest is gassed and loud rants of clout amounted to half an ants amount in a mound gas dowsed and guess who comin wit the flames and brought the caskets out came to hurt feelins wit the illest means behind my motives that i'm actin out you illin, get hit wit the guillotine; bring them baskets out to hold ya head. this a** kickins almost over; hold ya head and duck ya tail back between ya legs before i leave a soldier dead white america verses the turban head. paint ya bloody body bourbon red he gettin scared by my verbs again, but that's expected of suburban kids the truth hit and hurts ya head when you define what worthless is you working class and still ain't worth half of my purchases so go pop another percaset, bump ya eminem and get you skirt wet parents mad at you for actin like a ***** Wit An Attitude when you bought Dre's first cassette Word ? .. Word...
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 10:47 pm
r0guish OhhDiabolic - r0guish applesauce600 r0guish My moms? What??? Your sister, mister Or is it your mister looking sister? The mystery lies within her Err.. Him.. Or shim. Shims more flickted than a tongue twister But when shim licks its lips it gets it poppin... fever blisters So sinister. How dare you play wit the kid like mimickin ministers His s**t was twisted; did it hurt? We all got secrets like senators Some dirtier than others; flash the black light on your cover ups of lies and bull jive you tried to feed your tribe last supper But this, is ya last supper. Make him scat like a jibber talkin brother Son you til sun up on the earth and that's word to m0ther <********, come and die like John tucker for actin type ingredient in smuckers This ice road trucker lookin bugger on thin ice burnin rubber Good luck with that one. Get smacked, not no tip of the hat, son I'm feelin like the cool kid treatin you like the fat one Snatch ya nap sack and ransack ya contents like how I do ya conscience With vowels and consonants worth more than your lack of common cents You don't compete. I'm sick and twisted fighting scorns of Odins children. You're weak s**t unlisted with zits and fisted like the scoliosis victims. My word, s0 should listen, I hit and kill shits while I scold these nosy bitches. Try Squirming, know it's fitting, that I got dirt on this high worm in cozy livin'. You've thoughts s0 predictable it's stupid, "Try the 'cents' joke!" You keep using it like it's new it's highly spent though. s**t that head out your rotten a** like you've gotten gass and now try something fresh you never have like mentos Only need to do it once to say you've ever had a fresh flow. Leave the wax alone you won't get layed. You're a saxophone, you just get played. If I mention r0guish* then I've got to put him on and end note. No one's asking for your s**t like pudding when on death row. Feed, it's your last meal before you get hit with a fast heel. You can't last here but you'll take last here, get even less known. When struggling like you can get past me get even vests blown My talent? Didn't come with two thirds, still won, guess the ******** truth hurts. *Some random guy that thinks he competes. hold the phone, take the cord and end your cry for help "9-11, someones got a gun to my dome, and, oh, i'm by myself" is how ya gasps come out. collapse ya scalp cause what you rappin bout sound like a half-account of how you feel. the rest is gassed and loud rants of clout amounted to half an ants amount in a mound gas dowsed and guess who comin wit the flames and brought the caskets out came to hurt feelins wit the illest means behind my motives that i'm actin out you illin, get hit wit the guillotine; bring them baskets out to hold ya head. this a** kickins almost over; hold ya head and duck ya tail back between ya legs before i leave a soldier dead white america verses the turban head. paint ya bloody body bourbon red he gettin scared by my verbs again, but that's expected of suburban kids the truth hit and hurts ya head when you define what worthless is you working class and still ain't worth half of my purchases so go pop another percaset, bump ya eminem and get you skirt wet parents mad at you for actin like a ***** Wit An Attitude when you bought Dre's first cassette Word ? .. Word... iRead Err' Verse Yall Did ;o All iGotta Say Is , Theres No Where To Go But Up ;D
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 5:28 pm
OhhDiabolic - r0guish OhhDiabolic - r0guish applesauce600 r0guish My moms? What??? Your sister, mister Or is it your mister looking sister? The mystery lies within her Err.. Him.. Or shim. Shims more flickted than a tongue twister But when shim licks its lips it gets it poppin... fever blisters So sinister. How dare you play wit the kid like mimickin ministers His s**t was twisted; did it hurt? We all got secrets like senators Some dirtier than others; flash the black light on your cover ups of lies and bull jive you tried to feed your tribe last supper But this, is ya last supper. Make him scat like a jibber talkin brother Son you til sun up on the earth and that's word to m0ther <********, come and die like John tucker for actin type ingredient in smuckers This ice road trucker lookin bugger on thin ice burnin rubber Good luck with that one. Get smacked, not no tip of the hat, son I'm feelin like the cool kid treatin you like the fat one Snatch ya nap sack and ransack ya contents like how I do ya conscience With vowels and consonants worth more than your lack of common cents You don't compete. I'm sick and twisted fighting scorns of Odins children. You're weak s**t unlisted with zits and fisted like the scoliosis victims. My word, s0 should listen, I hit and kill shits while I scold these nosy bitches. Try Squirming, know it's fitting, that I got dirt on this high worm in cozy livin'. You've thoughts s0 predictable it's stupid, "Try the 'cents' joke!" You keep using it like it's new it's highly spent though. s**t that head out your rotten a** like you've gotten gass and now try something fresh you never have like mentos Only need to do it once to say you've ever had a fresh flow. Leave the wax alone you won't get layed. You're a saxophone, you just get played. If I mention r0guish* then I've got to put him on and end note. No one's asking for your s**t like pudding when on death row. Feed, it's your last meal before you get hit with a fast heel. You can't last here but you'll take last here, get even less known. When struggling like you can get past me get even vests blown My talent? Didn't come with two thirds, still won, guess the ******** truth hurts. *Some random guy that thinks he competes. hold the phone, take the cord and end your cry for help "9-11, someones got a gun to my dome, and, oh, i'm by myself" is how ya gasps come out. collapse ya scalp cause what you rappin bout sound like a half-account of how you feel. the rest is gassed and loud rants of clout amounted to half an ants amount in a mound gas dowsed and guess who comin wit the flames and brought the caskets out came to hurt feelins wit the illest means behind my motives that i'm actin out you illin, get hit wit the guillotine; bring them baskets out to hold ya head. this a** kickins almost over; hold ya head and duck ya tail back between ya legs before i leave a soldier dead white america verses the turban head. paint ya bloody body bourbon red he gettin scared by my verbs again, but that's expected of suburban kids the truth hit and hurts ya head when you define what worthless is you working class and still ain't worth half of my purchases so go pop another percaset, bump ya eminem and get you skirt wet parents mad at you for actin like a ***** Wit An Attitude when you bought Dre's first cassette Word ? .. Word... iRead Err' Verse Yall Did ;o All iGotta Say Is , Theres No Where To Go But Up ;D What does that mean?
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 6:17 pm
He said your skill is rock bottom, there's no way you can do worse, so all you can do is better. And I think he voted for me.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 7:19 pm
applesauce600 He said your skill is rock bottom, there's no way you can do worse, so all you can do is better. And I think he voted for me. In your dreams, homegirl. He def insulted us both... But it's obvious he voted for me
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 7:44 pm
r0guish applesauce600 He said your skill is rock bottom, there's no way you can do worse, so all you can do is better. And I think he voted for me. In your dreams, homegirl. He def insulted us both... But it's obvious he voted for me Lol ;o iWas Speaking Ghetto . . No , iComplemented You Both . iCant Do That Good Written or Freestyling .
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 1:32 pm
OhhDiabolic - r0guish applesauce600 He said your skill is rock bottom, there's no way you can do worse, so all you can do is better. And I think he voted for me. In your dreams, homegirl. He def insulted us both... But it's obvious he voted for me Lol ;o iWas Speaking Ghetto . . No , iComplemented You Both . iCant Do That Good Written or Freestyling . ... And I won
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 5:36 pm
r0guish OhhDiabolic - r0guish applesauce600 He said your skill is rock bottom, there's no way you can do worse, so all you can do is better. And I think he voted for me. In your dreams, homegirl. He def insulted us both... But it's obvious he voted for me Lol ;o iWas Speaking Ghetto . . No , iComplemented You Both . iCant Do That Good Written or Freestyling . ... And I won Lol ;o Honestly I Cant Tell . .
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