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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 4:03 pm
man i just wanna battle some body no specific length just spit. ill go second anyone up for it?
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 10:54 am
Hello, meet your doom. I think it's best you leave the room
Before what ensues puts you through hell like my legion crew
I'll shut you up like the unspeakable and send ya soul wit the unreachables,
Then send ya body wit the untraceables. I think we'll need a ouija soon
across the board my fast flows be super natural
Yours sound like superstition: we don't know if they're actual
spill ya blood by the bath-full. You the kid I liked to smack, fool
And have everybody laugh including the staff in the class rooms
I was ahead, but you hated that I sat in back of you attacking you
Wit spit balls, then catch you wit a stuff to jaw in the bathrooms
s**t, if you wasn't cryin, you woulda laughed too
I'm the known jerk who'd make you do his homework, Econ and math2
Egg in ya face, bird a** *****. Desert bird splat niggas like egg in the face
I know heard that, *****. Now you a worried a** ***** in a vest who's head isn't safe
Run in ya crib, tie up ya kids and rape ya b***h from the back wit her head to the safe
She opens it, now I'm rollin wit all the dough and the bread you had saved
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:34 pm
Niggas my age think they can spit. But they aint legit. Other rappers should just quit, when they hear me rhyme cause until I get on the mike you know it aint show time.So get ready cause ima play wilkes and you can play Abraham try to dis me and see if i give a damn. Cause when im on the mike i spit at least 15 miracles,15 always unforgetabels, you cant even spit over 15 syllables.Here ima show how its done, cause when i get off the stage the crowds ganna tell ya who won. And my spits deadlier then a gun. ***** im big like pun. Im the last golden son, the chosen one im doin this for fun,competition get hung. Cause when I open up the treasure chest all I see is ya girl showing her big old breast in the middle of a sausage fest with two priest who are half undressed screaming out ThatKids the best.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 10:53 pm
I crack ribs and chests so they know in they heart who was the best
They ain't hard, they just won't confess that these bars kept em in check
Like correctionals. Correction, Holmes: I'm the only one who's bestin you
Detest your doom? I'll best assume no one ever corrected you
And who would? You the best rapper in ya town, so who could?
Let the tech clap a round, so he dies proud like "I do good"
I'm too hood like they was half off. Break a leg on the track then kick the cast off
You Gettin ya face burnt by the gas from the blast off and I'm NASA
I'm raw; hats off. Tender as a gentleman. Ask your women friends
Get realer than footage tooken out in Brooklyn when the winter ends
I bring the heat is what i'm meantin when my sentences wizzed above ya dome piece
I hold heat in these cold streets so you can catch the beef like goalies
On the under I got dough(door); low key. Roll deep to ride on you
Potatoe barrel fry on you. Big guy rymes supersize on you
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 1:28 am
yo im the MC that burn clowns that frown cause there girls tits sag down. You can catch me playing ball like 2k you to gay. If you tried to feed me whack rhymes ill kick and push like lupae. And you aint NASA you more like my aunt Sandra who walks around town talking all about pink pandas. Smack you in the face and tell you to get the camera, cause you gotta picture this. I send a call out and a whack MC steps up, he starts rappin and turns out i have more skill then him in my left nut. Smack yo girl on the butt and tell her to go get slim-cut. Yo look at the yellow bracelet homie face it, you cant be me your thoughts are basic kinda like pre school. So pick your head of the desk and wipe off the drool, class is in session stop actin like you cool.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 9:42 am
I'm cooler than most. Only thing colder is your body
You hooride in hot topic. I hell raise as a hobby
So, see you in hell. Got some live ones in the lobby
Of your apartment. They're artists who's styles are jaw dropping
Draw and blast ya face off is the case that they gave y'all
I'm a boss, you lookin laid off. Pace your heart or get cut like spades, y'all
Pull ya face card then get on the track like a race car
Where I won't let you save face. You get on the track, I'll beat ya breaks off
Since you ain't wanna stop, now it's no longer an option
You about as fire as a fat b***h with a hot friend
Or her back sweat after a hot plate. Heat you hoecakes like hot cake
Take no brakes or off days. May your soul lay where pac's stays
Piss on it like that's where the pot's placed. You the kid the mob hates
And we be steady mobbin; you gumshoe, now pop, shake
No pump fake, just crunch time on your lunch rhymes. Attack like lunge time
Hung rhymer committin gun crimes like wavin a tech in a punch line
I got the balls to do it with bars like Martha Stewart's
That means I'm redecoratin; tables turn on you now watch me smash you through it.
Don't mind me, I'm goin through it. You makin Hoeish music
Don't wanna drop this bomb, but this *****-suck-he Hiroshima blew it
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 8:53 pm
Your right I love hot topic they s**t legit, when I was ******** your girl she said 'hey it cant fit!" Get it? Hope you wit it cause if you aint wit it, ill have to smack you down till you look like a 2 foot midget. Yo, call me your church pastier, cause i be rapping little mc's in battle faster then mail sent of by the telegrapher. Im the master and you just my karate b***h, oops I met to say karate kid. So before you step to me you better keep your rhymes in check, my s**t off the dome, yo s**t is off the net. So to anyone who put green down on him yall just lost ya bet.
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