Ironic Commando Diss (text style)

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Mar 26, 2005
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stop rappin nigga, nobodys listening-to-your-gullet/
my rhymes ''fucking ironic'' like a fisherman-with-a-mullet/
hes bringing dick-up-into-the-subject/
and ''everybody sees'' that im ''dumpin on this kid'', like a christening-in-the-public/
im pissin-into-your-mug-bitch, hittin-you-so-you-chug-it/
figurin-that-you-love-it, you glistening-when-the-sun-hits/
grin-and-shit-when-the-suds-drip, so who the fuck you playin-with/
i called nyghtmare for clearance to diss you, because your fatals-bitch/
hes prolly incestin like fuck, puttin nuts-in-his-son-too/
he told him like tech n9ne said, i ''love-you-but-fuck-you''/
so analyze this battle, ''look down at Y (why)'' like cleavage/
you'd ever wanna diss me when you know you'd have to reap-it/
and your gon get defeated, rolled over and skeeted/
your skill is like a 4th down play, you'll never ''kneed(need) it''/

haha i was bored...plus he deserves to be flamed still...for the shit talk.
 
Dec 13, 2003
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you know...i honestly felt bad that i didnt respond this in a timely manner...then i took the time to actually read this...now i dont feel so bad. im not terribly impressed...and you lost me when you went into great detail about men swapping fluids and shining facials and shit...shits boarderloin...*ahem* borederline
 
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#7
stop rappin nigga, nobodys listening-to-your-gullet/
my rhymes ''fucking ironic'' like a fisherman-with-a-mullet/
hes bringing dick-up-into-the-subject/
and ''everybody sees'' that im ''dumpin on this kid'', like a christening-in-the-public/
im pissin-into-your-mug-bitch, hittin-you-so-you-chug-it/
figurin-that-you-love-it, you glistening-when-the-sun-hits/
grin-and-shit-when-the-suds-drip, so who the fuck you playin-with/
i called nyghtmare for clearance to diss you, because your fatals-bitch/
hes prolly incestin like fuck, puttin nuts-in-his-son-too/
he told him like tech n9ne said, i ''love-you-but-fuck-you''/
so analyze this battle, ''look down at Y (why)'' like cleavage/
you'd ever wanna diss me when you know you'd have to reap-it/
and your gon get defeated, rolled over and skeeted/
your skill is like a 4th down play, you'll never ''kneed(need) it''/

haha i was bored...plus he deserves to be flamed still...for the shit talk.
i feel bad...imma rebut like i did your slut's cut for the second-time// whether its text-or-rhyme, verbal//
your reversal is like fat kids jumping hurdles...you "fell" (fail)

my ryhmes explode like light-flares-wicks... and two..dry-pairs-of-sticks//
i choose holy grounds and fight-there-with...swords and bloody armor inside of a tight-air-mist//
you need permission to diss me...which makes YOU nightmares-bitch //
you the type-care-simp to let a slut-rush-you...so whats stoppin debo attempting to "butt-fuck-you?"//
"but-nothing" im bill your sofie...fa-tal with gay-style//
leave you with an L questioning my game like..."i got played-how?"//
my styles like picard when i engade-now//
son...your multies and your ones-are-borin''//
im that dude in church that the nun's-abhorin'//
when you see my gun-assortment...not only will you run...you're-soarin//
you're an only child...i'll make you retrospect a mum's-aborton//
in reality...i wouldnt diss you...cause you're unimportant