anybody wanna get a friendly exchange...

[Grapes Of Wrath]

Want some, get some, Get done over ur ignorance -
I get dumb w/ a big drum I'm not talkin bout an instrument-
Hittin shit, rippin shit, leavin bodies in fragments-
When W.I.L.L. comes thru he leaves nuthin but body bags, bitch!-
Barricade ur house get ready for an invasion-
Find in on ur front porch, in front of ur front door pacin-
Debating, Patiently waitin to gain entrance-
Don't realize there's no escaping, u should put the pistol to ur brain & end this-
Suicide, cuz u will die, coming against a deranged menace-
Hit ur head from side 2 side like I'm fuckin playin tennis-
But no tennis racket just the sound of the bat crack-
So if u come against me, it better be, just battle rap-
But even that shit will get u hacked 2 bits, I'm a lyrical battle axe-
Wanna battle cat? u will lose, it's that simple, & as a matter-o-fact-
The last cat that thought he was badass... is now finished-
Left him w/ an empty brain, it's not a game, i'm viscious....

you aint vicious your style is fictitious
even online your raps cant get with this
you know why? roaches like you get sprayed with raid
In west philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said were up in no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said youre moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air.

 

[Ironic Commando]

^^^
hot fire, b

 

[Ironic Commando]

you aint vicious your style is fictitious
even online your raps cant get with this
you know why? roaches like you get sprayed with raid
In west philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said were up in no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said youre moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air.

thisn shit is called...bucka bucka...in the asshole imma fuck-ya-motha// with a perforated scruffy-rubber// dick head poking shooting enough-to-stuff her...another slut-to-suffer// my german-fected crooked cock like a swastika// with a lot to bust...leavin her awash-with-nut to take-a-bath// hitting concords with a mallet to show you real grapes-of-wrath//in my attempt to break-in-half...im lyrically snappin-necks-like-lenny...cappin-threats-if-any...rapper-steps-with-plenty of malice// with rhymes funkier than a faulty ballast...i kick so many flows my feet are callous// you can imbibe from my unholy chalice...if you insist on using my pole to balance// even your auntie and uncle know i aint the one to challenge// you on some will smith six-degrees// trying to spit-fabreeze to cover up all the dick-you-sneeze// while telling bitches-"please...give me a second chance...its not you...it has everything to do-with-me// then finish with a playgirl. and when she sleeps you lick-the-sheets//

 

[Ironic Commando]

okay, hold it a minute, my soul's in position
to blow from the dome, flow and hold theses hoes in submission
blade at your neck, now prove to me your throat isn't itchin
i'll slice away the skin in layers till you lay there convulsin and twitchin
fine incisions to peel back your anatomy, make a map of your arteries
blades be my artillary, hilary banks bout to become fresh new art to see
you'll hardly bleed before you black out, till then it may be hard to breath
beaten to death by bones of thugs drummin it on out in clevelands harmony
i'm partially retarded/i masturbate while lacerating ppl i forcefeed garbage
down their throats as they choke, punch a bitch cuz that whore she farted
textually active, trippin my fuckin balls off coke, speed, exstacy, ACID
givin rectal examin-ations then makin you leak from every blood vessel imagined
the devil, i'm that kid unwillingly given the title of moneybags
cuz i'm into standing at ATMs always ready to rob unlucky hags
with money in the bank, who often be old lonely fucking fags
i got a 3.57 in my pocket homie, hope you glad when your sucking that.......

so what if your souls-in-position...i'll still fuck up your whole-inquisition// gutted with a knife slow-wrist-and-is-twistin....with arteries exposed in the hole-with-them-twitching// wanna school me? i'll charge your flow-with-tuition//if i was religious..i'd say vaya con dios...but im not..so go-with-that-fiction// im cold-with-the-diction...murking emcees with no evidence to hold-the-conviction// im on the road-with-your-vixon while you're consoling-your-dick-skin....

 

[DuceTheTruth]

I wish all this shit was in mp3 format so I could listen to it, cause a lot of this shit seem tight.......

 

[1God]

Sucka, you ain't heard tight, till the killer grab the mic
Got a gang of killer goons waiting for you in the afterlife
You ugly muthafucka can't get with my LOOSE-PACE
YOU-CAME out your mama's ass, that's why they call you DEUCE-FACE

 

[DuceTheTruth]

Sucka, you ain't heard tight, till the killer grab the mic
Got a gang of killer goons waiting for you in the afterlife
You ugly muthafucka can't get with my LOOSE-PACE
YOU-CAME out your mama's ass, that's why they call you DEUCE-FACE

Im the definition of tight, opposite of ya moms pussy right?
Keep thinkin you a goon wit ya boys and you never took flight/
You judgin my appearance, thats fag shit I must applaud/
the one who does it the best on the sicc, they call him 1God.

 

[1God]

You don't wanna step to me, you won't survive the duel
Imma slap the shit out of you like that bully did in school
Nobody aknowledges the fuck shit that you wrote
Only way you'll leave this battle's with a bullet to the throat

Nice signature, by the way. I can watch that all day long.

 

[NZTECHFAN]

You dont think i fucked your mom? I planted the seed to your family tree
I clobber thee, till yee is seeing flames and demons you see?
Im inevitably gonna be beheading emcees as long as they step to me
So stick to your shitty weed, hennesy and exit the scene
Believe me, i achieve these games of getting dames, then bury them in cemeteries after playin with their brains
i dont have to aims, i brings shames on names of bitches who are sons of past dames im flamed

 

[1God]

I've noticed that your multis are VERY similar to Tech N9NE's. He does them in the same way, where they don't always make COMPLETE sense.

 

[Ironic Commando]

I've noticed that your multis are VERY similar to Tech N9NE's. He does them in the same way, where they don't always make COMPLETE sense.

what multies

 

[1God]

You know what multies are, right? For example:

I'm coming with a force so quick, and my horns so thick
And you're torn, so sick, with your torso ripped
You best move when I step through, infect you
Inject you with the AIDs blood from test tubes

 

[Ironic Commando]

i know what mutlies are...what im talking about is...nztechfan had no multies in that rhyme he dropped...so what multies are you talking about

 

[Ironic Commando]

im not one who enjoys crushing-weak...but if you insist on f*ckin-with-me...i bludgeon-and-beat emcees till theres teeth and blood-on-seat// leaving your cheek looking like raw meat and candied-yams//screaming for the ambalams...dissembling and man handling emcees...they call me a rhyming handy-man

 

[1God]

screaming for the ambalams

LMFAO!! Hahah, good shit.

 

[NZTECHFAN]

i guess its a gud thing !

 

[DuceTheTruth]

I've noticed that your multis are VERY similar to Tech N9NE's. He does them in the same way, where they don't always make COMPLETE sense.

I dont know what the hell multis are I'll google that later but.......when I was readin it the only thing that popped in my head was Techanina like a muthafukka...to some lengths

Interesting read.

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

my rhymes so hard like a mufuckin errection
we can go 1 on 1 like the presedential election
ill the be the selction and you gone be the rejection
if i get rejected ima need to get a retrial
obama clean style i gott yo momma on speed dial
cuz she be givin up the cash when she givin up the ass
i had to choke the bitch cuz she sniffin up my stash
she leanred her lesson it aint gone happen again
mufuckas fuck wit me then im blappin at them
my rap is a ten, yo shits below zero
ima villain you gone try to be the hero
you can die tryin, like curtis jack
betchya got the chills when you heard this rap
bitches get rolled up and smoked like a purple sack
ima murder ya ass and have u burried face down
n cover the evidence not a single trace found

 

[1God]

Who gave you permission to speak in my presence?
Got your bitch screamin' like I'm Herbal Essence
Watch these verbal lessons, got a bullet with your name
Put the burner to your brain and turn it into a stain

You don't wanna fuck with the psycho who idolizes
Serial killers, I'm a peasant with a switch blade, stabbing the wisest
Take over your country, set fire to all your flags
And churches, I fill 'em with decomposed corpses of fags

You don't have the mind set to fuck with my kind, bet
You'll end up in a coffin, bullets make your mind wet
Closed casket, your face is too mutilated for plastic
Surgery to fix, since you got drowned in acid

You don't have a chance, pop yourself in the forehead
'Fore I show up strapped with dynamite at your mama's doorstep
'Cause I'm morbid, so put that wack shit away
Fear my fuckin' wrath, I smoke crack hits all day



LOL that was fun.

 

[NZTECHFAN]

freesstyle yo

just got home from uni lookin to make a tune g
cones of cronic and cups liquor is what i need to fuel me
So give be a fuckin beat bitch, and an its instrumental too
Ima rap about how im bout ta violently i fuck you
yes i think ahh?
get out yo dress ahh??
in the pink ahh?
then the stinkahh
lookin for a bitch that look like cleopatra, I slaps tha
ass of a women to get her attention, then
buy her a drink quick to get shit in suspension
did i fail to mention? caribou is the ingredient
she asked me to stir some fantasy and sprinkle e in it
I love it when bitches jock and aint afraid of cock
the ones that say shit like 'stop the chit chatter and fill my creamy slot'