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 Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:06 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:29 pm
Tell me why ya keep spittin, I'm a ******** psycho, scared?
Key writtens beat ya a** witless, give ya Mike Tyson care
Nah, I'll give ya some grace, touch ya, like Micheal's flare
Better yet, let's point out the obvious like [insert white jokes here]
Firstly, my flow ain't earthly, always murkin, fly like birds be, it's rappin
Ya far from next to us, sleepin, knock off the sedatives, or are ya hashin?
When I get ta ya, my team get's revin up, "Exadus", that's ya crew's status
What with the shield, bro? Think you a hero? Please, I'd Crunch ya Captain
Say you're the GDs breath of fresh air? Yet ya neck's bare,
I ripped yo' a** up, get the next hare, go check the next fare
Catch the sub home, bro, chat up with the locals, I done crushed ya vocals
Gat this slowpoke in a chokehold, you off ya mark, kid, ya rappin ain't focal
Risin up, tryna get a foothold, well you ******** wit a mogul, you'll get totalled
Son, ya was hopeful, but my writtens killin wit no boundaries n you still coastal
Afi Kino, remember that name next time you wanna try the rap game
How he beat ya a** wit a fat cane, so quit, sit back and relax mayne.
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Namiko Kaito Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 12:46 am
Check his name...
I'll let ya verse Hearse itself; call it the MISS MURDERous spell
The only time your PEN-IS workin' is when you're jerkin' ya self
Homie, I'm poppin off; between these lines I got bars; you in a Holocaust
See ya race is fallin' off; I'm Insane Hussain sparkin' with NOS and bombin' like Molotovs
You eat cocks for breakfast in hope to get tips for blows
Well ya scripts do blow, b***h; so choke on dicks and put a 6 to ya dome
Homie, I'm ********; I gotta flow tighter then Mary
Ya lips flip flap, close ya piss crack; I b***h slap so Serena it's scary
Dog you can take me; I got more HP then Blissy and Chansey having a baby
You fudge pack on the daily and snack on faggots while scratchin' your scabies
You a poor whore and a f** that shops at The Dollar Tree to sport all your drag
And you'd swallow for rent money but your throat's too sore cause you like horses over Dads
Dog you ain't dope; I'm meth, X, dank, crank and coke
Quit trying to traffic that wack s**t; I'mma put you in a casket basket, you f*****t folk
Homie, I pack a Falcon Punch that has talons that'll scratch ya diamonds
This ain't a scrap f**, why ya crying; this is a silence to ya rhymin like I'm Iron prior to his signing
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 9:41 am
My vote goes to II Exadus II. Nice job Afi_Kino, keep spittin.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 10:01 am
Both those were live...but Exadus copps my vote.
Y'all both went hard though keep doin' it! cool
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 12:13 pm
II Exadus II Check his name... I'll let ya verse Hearse itself; call it the MISS MURDERous spell The only time your PEN-IS workin' is when you're jerkin' ya self Homie, I'm poppin off; between these lines I got bars; you in a Holocaust See ya race is fallin' off; I'm Insane Hussain sparkin' with NOS and bombin' like Molotovs You eat cocks for breakfast in hope to get tips for blows Well ya scripts do blow, b***h; so choke on dicks and put a 6 to ya dome Homie, I'm ********; I gotta flow tighter then Mary Ya lips flip flap, close ya piss crack; I b***h slap so Serena it's scary Dog you can take me; I got more HP then Blissy and Chansey having a baby You fudge pack on the daily and snack on faggots while scratchin' your scabies You a poor whore and a f** that shops at The Dollar Tree to sport all your drag And you'd swallow for rent money but your throat's too sore cause you like horses over Dads Dog you ain't dope; I'm meth, X, dank, crank and coke Quit trying to traffic that wack s**t; I'mma put you in a casket basket, you f*****t folk Homie, I pack a Falcon Punch that has talons that'll scratch ya diamonds This ain't a scrap f**, why ya crying; this is a silence to ya rhymin like I'm Iron prior to his signing ooo i think i got ate I was too busy keepin relevant to pack in the disses lmao sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 12:19 pm
Afi_Kino II Exadus II Check his name... I'll let ya verse Hearse itself; call it the MISS MURDERous spell The only time your PEN-IS workin' is when you're jerkin' ya self Homie, I'm poppin off; between these lines I got bars; you in a Holocaust See ya race is fallin' off; I'm Insane Hussain sparkin' with NOS and bombin' like Molotovs You eat cocks for breakfast in hope to get tips for blows Well ya scripts do blow, b***h; so choke on dicks and put a 6 to ya dome Homie, I'm ********; I gotta flow tighter then Mary Ya lips flip flap, close ya piss crack; I b***h slap so Serena it's scary Dog you can take me; I got more HP then Blissy and Chansey having a baby You fudge pack on the daily and snack on faggots while scratchin' your scabies You a poor whore and a f** that shops at The Dollar Tree to sport all your drag And you'd swallow for rent money but your throat's too sore cause you like horses over Dads Dog you ain't dope; I'm meth, X, dank, crank and coke Quit trying to traffic that wack s**t; I'mma put you in a casket basket, you f*****t folk Homie, I pack a Falcon Punch that has talons that'll scratch ya diamonds This ain't a scrap f**, why ya crying; this is a silence to ya rhymin like I'm Iron prior to his signing ooo i think i got ate I was too busy keepin relevant to pack in the disses lmao sweatdrop Don't hate yourself son, you went hard on the mic! Exadus just came out meaner and straight for your throat man thats what its all about... You talented keep doin' the damn thing homie! cool
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 12:32 pm
not a big fan of "p***s jokes" especially that direct, but Ex came way hard
Good s**t on both ends but i gotta give it to
VOTE: Exadus
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Namiko Kaito Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 12:40 pm
Afi_Kino II Exadus II Check his name... I'll let ya verse Hearse itself; call it the MISS MURDERous spell The only time your PEN-IS workin' is when you're jerkin' ya self Homie, I'm poppin off; between these lines I got bars; you in a Holocaust See ya race is fallin' off; I'm Insane Hussain sparkin' with NOS and bombin' like Molotovs You eat cocks for breakfast in hope to get tips for blows Well ya scripts do blow, b***h; so choke on dicks and put a 6 to ya dome Homie, I'm ********; I gotta flow tighter then Mary Ya lips flip flap, close ya piss crack; I b***h slap so Serena it's scary Dog you can take me; I got more HP then Blissy and Chansey having a baby You fudge pack on the daily and snack on faggots while scratchin' your scabies You a poor whore and a f** that shops at The Dollar Tree to sport all your drag And you'd swallow for rent money but your throat's too sore cause you like horses over Dads Dog you ain't dope; I'm meth, X, dank, crank and coke Quit trying to traffic that wack s**t; I'mma put you in a casket basket, you f*****t folk Homie, I pack a Falcon Punch that has talons that'll scratch ya diamonds This ain't a scrap f**, why ya crying; this is a silence to ya rhymin like I'm Iron prior to his signing ooo i think i got ate I was too busy keepin relevant to pack in the disses lmao sweatdrop You didn't do too bad man. You're better then some here in the competition. Keep ya bars up. 3nodding
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 12:12 pm
II Exadus II Afi_Kino II Exadus II Check his name... I'll let ya verse Hearse itself; call it the MISS MURDERous spell The only time your PEN-IS workin' is when you're jerkin' ya self Homie, I'm poppin off; between these lines I got bars; you in a Holocaust See ya race is fallin' off; I'm Insane Hussain sparkin' with NOS and bombin' like Molotovs You eat cocks for breakfast in hope to get tips for blows Well ya scripts do blow, b***h; so choke on dicks and put a 6 to ya dome Homie, I'm ********; I gotta flow tighter then Mary Ya lips flip flap, close ya piss crack; I b***h slap so Serena it's scary Dog you can take me; I got more HP then Blissy and Chansey having a baby You fudge pack on the daily and snack on faggots while scratchin' your scabies You a poor whore and a f** that shops at The Dollar Tree to sport all your drag And you'd swallow for rent money but your throat's too sore cause you like horses over Dads Dog you ain't dope; I'm meth, X, dank, crank and coke Quit trying to traffic that wack s**t; I'mma put you in a casket basket, you f*****t folk Homie, I pack a Falcon Punch that has talons that'll scratch ya diamonds This ain't a scrap f**, why ya crying; this is a silence to ya rhymin like I'm Iron prior to his signing ooo i think i got ate I was too busy keepin relevant to pack in the disses lmao sweatdrop You didn't do too bad man. You're better then some here in the competition. Keep ya bars up. 3nodding Way to stay humble man... cool
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