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11-22-2003, 04:32 PM
niggas like you just fuckin pist me off//
you swear you all hard but your words show your soft// talkin shit bout faggots when you know your one yourself// you know alot bout gettin dicked cuz your own ass got delt// i havent spit in uh long time so figure yourself in the wrong position// you the next micheal jackson "damn i think my sons missin"// figure it out dawg, oh no you too slow// catch you on my block youll leave wit uh bloody nose// now i aint talkin shit i spit nuttin but the truth// talkin shit bout JA Rule, but he got a record deal, do you?// this pussy ass nigga said the word doo-doo// put you on the stage and the whole crowed will boo you// listen dawg, for you i feel nuttin but pitty// you aint nuttin but uh baby so go back to your moms left titty// |
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11-23-2003, 01:31 AM
ok i just read your first line and im already boared/
this game hasent even started and i already scored/ choke you off and send you to the ground/ rip your sould shread and pound/ opey-1... shit please/ sounds like a hooker's nick name on her knees/ here is some advise/ dont fill your life with shit and lies/ you aint good you aint the best/ your a fucking looser like all the rest/ lyrics like that youll never make it big/ there is your ground bitch begin to dig/ there you go digging your own grave/ no one gives a fuck about a bitch who gave head/ |
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poetry is a work of expresion, comes in good with style and perfection, with paper and pen you begin to write, the poetic way of non violent fight, poetry is a settled state of mind, concentration in the soul is what your tring to find.
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11-23-2003, 10:35 AM
listen nigga its obe-1 wit uh b not uh p//
if you waznt so stupid, me you might just be able to be// but not in this time nigga, even if death shall arise// sounds like uh hooker on her knees?? just like your mom, no suprise// sorry dawg i dont take advise from straight up nuttin but pussys// and if my lifes full of lies, explain to me why your mom took me!!// i aint good or the best??well im among all the others// im your worst enemy born and raised just to slug ya// its not all about going big its the respect of the game// its them commercial ass niggaz like you that put bad thoughts on our names// only in it for the paper, but thats not the way it goes// you uh fake ass motha fucka, thats just the way you roll// |
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11-23-2003, 08:03 PM
ok obey lets test ya skill wit da light sabor ill kill yalike darth vador
tell ya mom im sorry i havent called but we can talk later my words open faces similar to the touch of a sharp razor see the light im the sun and cant help but to make ya flesh melt sorceror wieldin black magic!thats why ya fell under a death spell mental murdering mayhem stop ya heart and let ya chest swell dopey moby opey mopy whats the difference obey the fact of the matter is you cant see me and ya dont know me |
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dont talk shit im the type to demonstrate, my skills will make ya hype disintegrate make ya hyperventalate, i ate ya like a dinnerplate. blamma+ aka unlimited
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11-23-2003, 10:00 PM
Open up your eyes, your choice of words are pitiful: Blamma//
Got a lot of heart, but yo lyrics wouldnt impress a blind grandma// Dont even know you; and already cant stand ya// Your style reminds me of a Brontosauros; Prehistoric// They like to eat plants, you like pre-kissed-sored-dicks// Send you to the E.R, just from my spits, they so sick// Fake ass gangsta, pullin a nine, all you hear is click click// People like you get on my nerve, you should die// Commit suicide so this world will be free of your genocide// When you were born I heard yo mom wanted to cry// You was monster: her stomach? said should have stayed inside// Understand what im sayin? Do my words coincide?// Let me end you in honor, by puttin you in a casket// Cut off your head, instead: Its now an egg in an easter basket// You as boring as the plain colors in Reeses Pieces// Im a GOD dog: ill have my son shit on you! Call you Jesus Feces// |
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11-24-2003, 12:22 AM
ya haus got taken away so now you gotta fuck ya fyn bitches in a tent// you cant fend for your self you dont no what wealth means and ya fyn bithces are whores// you dont have phat rides only skateboards// you cant graff you just rak cans to get respekt, from stores// ya gonna get recked, and only get worse// i can curse at you in every verse and u cant rap// cuz i ripped out ya throat and left ya voive box waked// |
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11-24-2003, 12:25 AM
lmfao you kids are deranged. :/
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11-24-2003, 09:50 PM
but ur postin on this fourm so u must be wantin to get dissed/ wtf are u doin ur fuckin with a heavy weight/ this guys so gay he makes richard simmons look straight/ dont try to come correct if ur flows are wack/ thats as stupid as brittney spears considering a career in rap/ thinkin u could step to me, dog u wish/ if u went to jail youd be everyones bitch/ this shit is like a video game and im usin codes/ so sit back and listen to what the fuck u been told/ reconize bitch |
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11-24-2003, 10:49 PM
im out mother fucker and ill leave with this diss/
you and your pokey boyfreind my dick you can kiss/ im dissing this cat in a way to say good bye/ you look like a retard standing there asking why/ pice of shit aint got nothing on my tweenty/ looking and licking grabing polling and bendy/ i feal bad for you sun you aint got no skill/ you wouldnt kill a brother even if it was your will/ high stakes your taking posting in this thread/ posting and sucking fingers like if you were in bed/ leave your head pale and your hands numb/ treat you like a retard why becouse your DUMB!/ rip mother fucker i hope you have a good night/ hopefully this diss WOUNT make you feal alright/ Happy thanxs giving mother fucker and a joly good night/ |
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poetry is a work of expresion, comes in good with style and perfection, with paper and pen you begin to write, the poetic way of non violent fight, poetry is a settled state of mind, concentration in the soul is what your tring to find.
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11-24-2003, 11:09 PM
cuz i was watin 4 sum 1 like him to make a wack ass diss/ they call me high stakes cuz the stakes are gettin high/ and why the fuck would i have a reason to lie/ u should get banned for postin that stupid shit/ talkin bout how u want me to kiss ya dick/ i dont know about yall but how gay is that shit/ i think everyone here agrees with me/ that you shouldnt even be thought of as a damn mc/ dont ever give me a chance to wreck tha mic/ cuz ima end this shit with wut u said BITCH GOOD NIGHT/ |
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11-24-2003, 11:18 PM
LMAO this kid thinks he got skill/
but nothing but crap in your head is a fill/ you wanna ban me lol you should be insane/ im a vet and well you... you just came/ there is nothing you can do that diss was gay/ dont try to change your way becouse you shouldnt stay/ drop it and leave it you aint got no skillz/ your shit sounds wack even in i was on pillz/ You getting high nigga pleaze/ for me or anyone to belive it you gotta ride on these/ dick riding is the only way you will ever win/ becouse youll get run over and swiped out clen/ nigga its a fact your shit is wack/ you cant stay on track your nothing but a snack/ who's got lots to learn about becouse skillz you still lacke/ rip cant you see youve gone against a real mc lol |
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poetry is a work of expresion, comes in good with style and perfection, with paper and pen you begin to write, the poetic way of non violent fight, poetry is a settled state of mind, concentration in the soul is what your tring to find.
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11-24-2003, 11:45 PM
u got breaker in ur name but u cant even toprock/ ur ass keep thinkn u can step to me/ then call an official battle and well settle this shit in 1 week/ 1 week nah fuck that well give it 2 days/ when u c what i got in store ill leave ur ass in a daze/ step to me u sure to get smaked/ whats worst is that ur bitch ass just might get clapped/ its pitch black and all u hear is click clack/ nigga u should be scared cuz thats the sound of my gat/ 2 second later all ur ass will hear is splat/ thats the sound of ya blood how fucked up is that/ dont u ever get a thought that u can battle me/ b4 my crew roll up 2 ya house 30 deep/ get it straight nigga |
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11-26-2003, 04:58 AM
so i got high stakes on my hitlist// i just guess im destin to spit this// youre my only eye witness but you think i spit pop rite now// call me britanny and u will get popped rite now// reconize bitch, u try and tell me this, smack you up u dont no which way fuckin which// go ahead i dont givva fuck,snitch// if you can decipher codes well well fucking work out this// you betta de-cypher, and leave rite now// you blow dudes like peter piper, just to form a child reknown crowd// |
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11-26-2003, 05:24 PM
^ some of that looks awfully familiar like some eminem lines.. ^
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11-26-2003, 11:21 PM
 yo man i aint no biter aight..besides i dont even listen to eminem dude..i hate him he is just some try hard dude who seems to hav a fettish with his mom..i wouldnt bite his lines in a mill yrs dawg.. |
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