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 Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:22 pm
if anyone is still around? 3 rounds? 8 bars?
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 4:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 11:31 pm
maybe... depends.. idk yet
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:11 am
r0guish maybe... depends.. idk yet Hmm for the mean while I guess I could battle you..expect a verse later on
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 2:29 pm
GhostlyMark r0guish maybe... depends.. idk yet Hmm for the mean while I guess I could battle you..expect a verse later on sounds good
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 5:49 pm
sorry...school happened
you talking to a beast that'll blow you up like yeast
softer than bread, hoping you'll end up in Jesus hands
passed around between the men hoping to take a bite
this is your last supper so you'd better give up the mic
and hand it to a more competant *****, spitting frostbites
giving the bone chills to make ya stand still upright
GM, a well upgraded Casper
Haunts mic's that'll leave MC's spooked
The origin of jeers to shout to other dudes
a disease to the masses, bed ridden with the flu
0 is being unsocial, a local with weak wrists
trying to spit flows with chapped lips
hard to endure like shitting while pissing kidney stones
blood through the ear canal, ear drums playing a sad solo
stupid vegan, knows he doesnt want this beef
dryer than the breasts of dead turkeys
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 7:04 pm
GhostlyMark sorry...school happened you talking to a beast that'll blow you up like yeast softer than bread, hoping you'll end up in Jesus hands passed around between the men hoping to take a bite this is your last supper so you'd better give up the mic and hand it to a more competant *****, spitting frostbites giving the bone chills to make ya stand still upright GM, a well upgraded Casper Haunts mic's that'll leave MC's spooked The origin of jeers to shout to other dudes a disease to the masses, bed ridden with the flu 0 is being unsocial, a local with weak wrists trying to spit flows with chapped lips hard to endure like shitting while pissing kidney stones blood through the ear canal, ear drums playing a sad solo stupid vegan, knows he doesnt want this beef dryer than the breasts of dead turkeys the rusty riot startin, rocket fire spittin martian back on the lamb grasped gun in hand. iron clad dad who came to son this ******** you and ya mother land. that means you and where you came from you lames get gassed like high octane and start thinkin we the same, huh? i guess i am to blame, 1, cause i left y'all in an unholy mess now all y'all faiths rest in a ghost, not the livin flesh? well then bless- ya hearts and let's start this seance. on your mark call ya great aunt and let her know you died where you parked ya car pour out a little makers mark for the fallen God awful harlot bet you'd still be too spooked to sip the juice even after departin you ain't got no heart like an organ harvest. the definition of what starved is some say you off the hook, but they just don't know how to call it you shook. you can tell by my vocabulary that no actions scare me court a brawd, like Mason Perry. she's from abroad; her placement varies you ain't privy to that kinda lavish livin. you smashin ratchet bitches make the same ratchet b***h wit a ratchet hidin run up and collapse ya image
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:06 pm
r0guish the rusty riot startin, rocket fire spittin martian back on the lamb grasped gun in hand. iron clad dad who came to son this ******** you and ya mother land. that means you and where you came from you lames get gassed like high octane and start thinkin we the same, huh? i guess i am to blame, 1, cause i left y'all in an unholy mess now all y'all faiths rest in a ghost, not the livin flesh? well then bless- ya hearts and let's start this seance. on your mark call ya great aunt and let her know you died where you parked ya car pour out a little makers mark for the fallen God awful harlot bet you'd still be too spooked to sip the juice even after departin you ain't got no heart like an organ harvest. the definition of what starved is some say you off the hook, but they just don't know how to call it you shook. you can tell by my vocabulary that no actions scare me court a brawd, like Mason Perry. she's from abroad; her placement varies you ain't privy to that kinda lavish livin. you smashin ratchet bitches make the same ratchet b***h wit a ratchet hidin run up and collapse ya image it probably to late to do this You're all bluff, holes in your s**t you're labeouf Trying to buff up, you're shitting blossoms you puff Pass you away, on to the next one Zzz when you're seen, I'm the last name of Jay's name How you gonna run a town when I decapitated the caps off your knees And rip every cartilage out of your living being Leaving bones stiff like a dude waking up at 6:00 I've been called cold-hearted, giving Jack Frostbite At the night during a hunt, losing electrolytes Night fright was a nutshell until I saw light Telling fools your gold when your pyrite Had to snatch chains to show your green light A rare vessel, caged from society for questioning i was on a quest to break necks, rip checks for charity events an acclaimed furnace, no remorse as a torch but im the guide to a genocide, stop ******** corpses
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 6:19 pm
GhostlyMark r0guish the rusty riot startin, rocket fire spittin martian back on the lamb grasped gun in hand. iron clad dad who came to son this ******** you and ya mother land. that means you and where you came from you lames get gassed like high octane and start thinkin we the same, huh? i guess i am to blame, 1, cause i left y'all in an unholy mess now all y'all faiths rest in a ghost, not the livin flesh? well then bless- ya hearts and let's start this seance. on your mark call ya great aunt and let her know you died where you parked ya car pour out a little makers mark for the fallen God awful harlot bet you'd still be too spooked to sip the juice even after departin you ain't got no heart like an organ harvest. the definition of what starved is some say you off the hook, but they just don't know how to call it you shook. you can tell by my vocabulary that no actions scare me court a brawd, like Mason Perry. she's from abroad; her placement varies you ain't privy to that kinda lavish livin. you smashin ratchet bitches make the same ratchet b***h wit a ratchet hidin run up and collapse ya image it probably to late to do this You're all bluff, holes in your s**t you're labeouf Trying to buff up, you're shitting blossoms you puff Pass you away, on to the next one Zzz when you're seen, I'm the last name of Jay's name How you gonna run a town when I decapitated the caps off your knees And rip every cartilage out of your living being Leaving bones stiff like a dude waking up at 6:00 I've been called cold-hearted, giving Jack Frostbite At the night during a hunt, losing electrolytes Night fright was a nutshell until I saw light Telling fools your gold when your pyrite Had to snatch chains to show your green light A rare vessel, caged from society for questioning i was on a quest to break necks, rip checks for charity events an acclaimed furnace, no remorse as a torch but im the guide to a genocide, stop ******** corpses well looky here at the scripts this rookie tears bout to lay the sad facts as if i crumbled cookies here they gon have to live wit it. you aint livin up to ya name; get wit it you a apparition who aint listenin to his intuition. ya bed? get in it during your final hours you'll be showered by scowls made by some foul hearts whos fondest remarks was "this coward" you old news like eddy bower. knock you out ya boat shoes then drown em snitch niggas surround him tellin accounts of his drownin lousy. cloudy a** style, but we see through smoke and shrouds, b allow me to reintroduce myself as the highest alp peek none above me. you tremble at the thought of those who love me even though i might be rusty, you at ya best only because of me he who left the game, kept the fame and was well trained to maim lames and cause distain in the houses that wail his name the fallin like an alcoholic gone half way off broadway just another ghostly mark i tore apart in broad day
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 10:37 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 11:31 am
r0guish GhostlyMark r0guish the rusty riot startin, rocket fire spittin martian back on the lamb grasped gun in hand. iron clad dad who came to son this ******** you and ya mother land. that means you and where you came from you lames get gassed like high octane and start thinkin we the same, huh? i guess i am to blame, 1, cause i left y'all in an unholy mess now all y'all faiths rest in a ghost, not the livin flesh? well then bless- ya hearts and let's start this seance. on your mark call ya great aunt and let her know you died where you parked ya car pour out a little makers mark for the fallen God awful harlot bet you'd still be too spooked to sip the juice even after departin you ain't got no heart like an organ harvest. the definition of what starved is some say you off the hook, but they just don't know how to call it you shook. you can tell by my vocabulary that no actions scare me court a brawd, like Mason Perry. she's from abroad; her placement varies you ain't privy to that kinda lavish livin. you smashin ratchet bitches make the same ratchet b***h wit a ratchet hidin run up and collapse ya image it probably to late to do this You're all bluff, holes in your s**t you're labeouf Trying to buff up, you're shitting blossoms you puff Pass you away, on to the next one Zzz when you're seen, I'm the last name of Jay's name How you gonna run a town when I decapitated the caps off your knees And rip every cartilage out of your living being Leaving bones stiff like a dude waking up at 6:00 I've been called cold-hearted, giving Jack Frostbite At the night during a hunt, losing electrolytes Night fright was a nutshell until I saw light Telling fools your gold when your pyrite Had to snatch chains to show your green light A rare vessel, caged from society for questioning i was on a quest to break necks, rip checks for charity events an acclaimed furnace, no remorse as a torch but im the guide to a genocide, stop ******** corpses well looky here at the scripts this rookie tears bout to lay the sad facts as if i crumbled cookies here they gon have to live wit it. you aint livin up to ya name; get wit it you a apparition who aint listenin to his intuition. ya bed? get in it during your final hours you'll be showered by scowls made by some foul hearts whos fondest remarks was "this coward" you old news like eddy bower. knock you out ya boat shoes then drown em snitch niggas surround him tellin accounts of his drownin lousy. cloudy a** style, but we see through smoke and shrouds, b allow me to reintroduce myself as the highest alp peek none above me. you tremble at the thought of those who love me even though i might be rusty, you at ya best only because of me he who left the game, kept the fame and was well trained to maim lames and cause distain in the houses that wail his name the fallin like an alcoholic gone half way off broadway just another ghostly mark i tore apart in broad day I wrote this recommendation thinking of you causing rapping ain't wrapping it i heard they need people for wrapping gifts and its a wrap for cats with mics when i attack they hold it like a gat, im spitting volcanic ash too hot for the kitchen, im on the sun broiling chickens, cause originality is what im shitting saying you fly but i plucked your feathers dipped em in ink and wrote a line about the weather tell the man i take meteor showers, why you cower? its been an hour since I've deflowered flowers you daisy, cut roots to go hang with peach explains why the sound of your words are loud squeaks see in the streets you need a kill streak bleed for showing cheeks , she'll say "his mind is sick" Mention R0, she'll say damn due to 0 statistics
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 3:46 am
GhostlyMark r0guish GhostlyMark r0guish the rusty riot startin, rocket fire spittin martian back on the lamb grasped gun in hand. iron clad dad who came to son this ******** you and ya mother land. that means you and where you came from you lames get gassed like high octane and start thinkin we the same, huh? i guess i am to blame, 1, cause i left y'all in an unholy mess now all y'all faiths rest in a ghost, not the livin flesh? well then bless- ya hearts and let's start this seance. on your mark call ya great aunt and let her know you died where you parked ya car pour out a little makers mark for the fallen God awful harlot bet you'd still be too spooked to sip the juice even after departin you ain't got no heart like an organ harvest. the definition of what starved is some say you off the hook, but they just don't know how to call it you shook. you can tell by my vocabulary that no actions scare me court a brawd, like Mason Perry. she's from abroad; her placement varies you ain't privy to that kinda lavish livin. you smashin ratchet bitches make the same ratchet b***h wit a ratchet hidin run up and collapse ya image it probably to late to do this You're all bluff, holes in your s**t you're labeouf Trying to buff up, you're shitting blossoms you puff Pass you away, on to the next one Zzz when you're seen, I'm the last name of Jay's name How you gonna run a town when I decapitated the caps off your knees And rip every cartilage out of your living being Leaving bones stiff like a dude waking up at 6:00 I've been called cold-hearted, giving Jack Frostbite At the night during a hunt, losing electrolytes Night fright was a nutshell until I saw light Telling fools your gold when your pyrite Had to snatch chains to show your green light A rare vessel, caged from society for questioning i was on a quest to break necks, rip checks for charity events an acclaimed furnace, no remorse as a torch but im the guide to a genocide, stop ******** corpses well looky here at the scripts this rookie tears bout to lay the sad facts as if i crumbled cookies here they gon have to live wit it. you aint livin up to ya name; get wit it you a apparition who aint listenin to his intuition. ya bed? get in it during your final hours you'll be showered by scowls made by some foul hearts whos fondest remarks was "this coward" you old news like eddy bower. knock you out ya boat shoes then drown em snitch niggas surround him tellin accounts of his drownin lousy. cloudy a** style, but we see through smoke and shrouds, b allow me to reintroduce myself as the highest alp peek none above me. you tremble at the thought of those who love me even though i might be rusty, you at ya best only because of me he who left the game, kept the fame and was well trained to maim lames and cause distain in the houses that wail his name the fallin like an alcoholic gone half way off broadway just another ghostly mark i tore apart in broad day I wrote this recommendation thinking of you causing rapping ain't wrapping it i heard they need people for wrapping gifts and its a wrap for cats with mics when i attack they hold it like a gat, im spitting volcanic ash too hot for the kitchen, im on the sun broiling chickens, cause originality is what im shitting saying you fly but i plucked your feathers dipped em in ink and wrote a line about the weather tell the man i take meteor showers, why you cower? its been an hour since I've deflowered flowers you daisy, cut roots to go hang with peach explains why the sound of your words are loud squeaks see in the streets you need a kill streak bleed for showing cheeks , she'll say "his mind is sick" Mention R0, she'll say damn due to 0 statistics i clown flows like yours like big tops abroad no praises to the Lord when i scorch you wit this verbal torch oh Lord, check the score before you drown thinkin you on the board or on bored. a minor frown at how you thought you portrayed what fraud looks on my side of town. and i decide yet on how you gon be found either slumped in the chair you lounge or dug up on some farmer's ground pound for pound i let off tre shots at ya makeshift-made top then reload the wop head to ya main spot and let ya dame nod on my dickhead til she told to stop you know it, ahk. so dont act brand new to a dude that fed you gerber food back when you with a pen was elementary enough to have me burn ya school down a couple stories. goin against me? you'll have a couple stories to tell how you failed against the real who gut spill just for the glory "no more, please" you screamin. got me ******** up like orgies- i'm reamin more of me inside ya daughter at the alter. before i'm i get off, i'll have her toes meetin as she's askin for more of me and the semen filled wit the DNA that made me cement- hard. ******** ya bars. i'll do more than scar; i'll have ya family grievin
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