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BOSS PLAYAS CREW AND WE WONT STOP
NIGGA SHUT UR MOUTH U MAD CUZ I ATE UR ASS UP 2MANY TIMES SHUT UR BITCH ASS UP MAD CUZ NO 1 WANTS 2 FUCC WIT IS WEAK ASS RAPS NO MORE AND THEY KNOW THE TEAM CUZ WE RAN ALL OUT F HERE WHERE ALL THOSE FOLKS I CHANLNEGE NO WHERE BUT YAPPIN AND COMING UP SHORT U GUYS KEEP RUNNING UR YAP CUZ THEM SHORT BARS WONT HELP U WHEN I SLAUGHTER WHEN I RIP THAT Y U WENT2 BATTLE AND LOST 2 JUST TALKING ON CUZ U NIGGAS KNOW U CANTF UCC WIT ME OR BPC SO SHUT UR MOUTH CUZ WE RUN IT AND 2 GET 2 THE TOP U HAVE 2 START AT THE BOTTOM SO NOW U KNOW NIGGAS SO GET LOST AND GET UR WEIGHT UP NOT UR HATE UP BPC MOB AND WE R READY 4 DAY AND THE BOARD IS MINE AND ITS A PRVEM FACT ITS THA BOSS YALL BASTERDS LOL
NIGGA SHUT UR MOUTH U MAD CUZ I ATE UR ASS UP 2MANY TIMES SHUT UR BITCH ASS UP MAD CUZ NO 1 WANTS 2 FUCC WIT IS WEAK ASS RAPS NO MORE AND THEY KNOW THE TEAM CUZ WE RAN ALL OUT F HERE WHERE ALL THOSE FOLKS I CHANLNEGE NO WHERE BUT YAPPIN AND COMING UP SHORT U GUYS KEEP RUNNING UR YAP CUZ THEM SHORT BARS WONT HELP U WHEN I SLAUGHTER WHEN I RIP THAT Y U WENT2 BATTLE AND LOST 2 JUST TALKING ON CUZ U NIGGAS KNOW U CANTF UCC WIT ME OR BPC SO SHUT UR MOUTH CUZ WE RUN IT AND 2 GET 2 THE TOP U HAVE 2 START AT THE BOTTOM SO NOW U KNOW NIGGAS SO GET LOST AND GET UR WEIGHT UP NOT UR HATE UP BPC MOB AND WE R READY 4 DAY AND THE BOARD IS MINE AND ITS A PRVEM FACT ITS THA BOSS YALL BASTERDS LOL
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les see
iigh and get on AIM...
Spittin hot shit, hittin niggas so hard they bite they lip
talk shit good yay u can clown but talkin too much shit'll get u hit
like a crack raid by da DEA on tha nigga that sold you this shit
ur premeditated flows shoulda been devised a lil bit better
now yaw niggas is all clapped up in bullet proof sweaters
me and BPA niggas find yaw niggas wherever
handle business and officially dessimate yaw niggas however
we deliver ass whoopins in all types of weather
rain sleet or snow, yaw niggas jus dont know BPA moppin BPC tha only way this shit can go
Extensive guns? nigga all u got thats extensive is tha runs
so i gave ya moms some huggies pull ups ta give to her son
u got diariah of tha mouth once u start u jus cant stop
you know that ur flows hurt like a batterd woman who called the cops
Its got length but no content, depth but no meaning
make some shit that makes sense and leaves niggas heads ringing
like i said before nigga ill dessimate yaw crew, my nigga X aint
tradin ta no BPC...
iigh and get on AIM...
Spittin hot shit, hittin niggas so hard they bite they lip
talk shit good yay u can clown but talkin too much shit'll get u hit
like a crack raid by da DEA on tha nigga that sold you this shit
ur premeditated flows shoulda been devised a lil bit better
now yaw niggas is all clapped up in bullet proof sweaters
me and BPA niggas find yaw niggas wherever
handle business and officially dessimate yaw niggas however
we deliver ass whoopins in all types of weather
rain sleet or snow, yaw niggas jus dont know BPA moppin BPC tha only way this shit can go
Extensive guns? nigga all u got thats extensive is tha runs
so i gave ya moms some huggies pull ups ta give to her son
u got diariah of tha mouth once u start u jus cant stop
you know that ur flows hurt like a batterd woman who called the cops
Its got length but no content, depth but no meaning
make some shit that makes sense and leaves niggas heads ringing
like i said before nigga ill dessimate yaw crew, my nigga X aint
tradin ta no BPC...
BOSS PLAYAS CREW YALL NOT READY TRUST ME
look i called you out embarrassed ya existence/
still you respond like lock doors--push you--you hold resistance/
cats transferred to other boards and cel c us put me down/
besides boss playas--i'm dolo and my clique da hottest around/
i expose ya secrets and publicize ya inner bitch/
but you like a female dogg in heat--pure bitch/
when i came on i went off(flipped) and niggas went off/(left)
i came on too hard so da opposition went soft/
i cant even stand keith sweat but i know how it feels to beg for bitches/
cause ya'll play hard to get like them classy bitches/
be like my my my--when i visualise ya drops/
cause half the time it his or mine you just reverse some spots/
next to me ya mico scopic so dont include me in ya topic/
from now its BOSS PLAYAS.com so here is the final topic/
U CAN HAVE X CALIBUR WE DONT NEED HIM WE RUN THIS SHIT NIGGAS BETTER COME BETTER THAN WAT U DOING2 COMPETE FO REAL WE THE TEAM
look i called you out embarrassed ya existence/
still you respond like lock doors--push you--you hold resistance/
cats transferred to other boards and cel c us put me down/
besides boss playas--i'm dolo and my clique da hottest around/
i expose ya secrets and publicize ya inner bitch/
but you like a female dogg in heat--pure bitch/
when i came on i went off(flipped) and niggas went off/(left)
i came on too hard so da opposition went soft/
i cant even stand keith sweat but i know how it feels to beg for bitches/
cause ya'll play hard to get like them classy bitches/
be like my my my--when i visualise ya drops/
cause half the time it his or mine you just reverse some spots/
next to me ya mico scopic so dont include me in ya topic/
from now its BOSS PLAYAS.com so here is the final topic/
U CAN HAVE X CALIBUR WE DONT NEED HIM WE RUN THIS SHIT NIGGAS BETTER COME BETTER THAN WAT U DOING2 COMPETE FO REAL WE THE TEAM
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Bitch made motha fukas pimp and cel
tryn ta come hard like a nigga straight outta jail
yaw was locked up for 2 hours till yo moms posted up bail
pimp
ur flows are limp and fashow ur not smooth
u shoulda fukin change ur name ta some shit like crush groove
cel ur jus out and out fukin weak UR LUCKY U GOT HIM OFF THE TEAM
no spit he got gleek
i read his shit and my eyes itch
goddamn i jus thought THAT NIGGA LOST TO A BITCH!!
no offense mz
i know u got skills
im jus spittin some sik shit ta let these nigga know they aint real
this how i feel
now peep tha situation, im takin what u wrote and spittin at u
you dont sport shit but a rubber dildo and a pack of tampons strapped on u
u walk into clubs wit the thoughts of pullin bitches
u step on stage and start rappin but all i hear are glitches
u get boo's from bitches, and bow's from hoes
and get banned from the club by the owner fa fukin up the show
pimp??
ur no pimp motha fuka
tha only thang u pimp is urself
thas why u aint makin no money nigga they aint tryn ta get ur bad health
ur a prostotute wit aids, std's and other fatal ass shit
take his ass to doctor kavorkian and have him murder this bitch
call it an act of kindness
a benefit ta da human race
ur family wont even claim u
cuz ur ass is a fukin disgrace
ur a waste of space
u stank up all the air in this place
seize to exist motha fuka and nobody will ever remember ur face
tryn ta come hard like a nigga straight outta jail
yaw was locked up for 2 hours till yo moms posted up bail
pimp
ur flows are limp and fashow ur not smooth
u shoulda fukin change ur name ta some shit like crush groove
cel ur jus out and out fukin weak UR LUCKY U GOT HIM OFF THE TEAM
no spit he got gleek
i read his shit and my eyes itch
goddamn i jus thought THAT NIGGA LOST TO A BITCH!!
no offense mz
i know u got skills
im jus spittin some sik shit ta let these nigga know they aint real
this how i feel
now peep tha situation, im takin what u wrote and spittin at u
you dont sport shit but a rubber dildo and a pack of tampons strapped on u
u walk into clubs wit the thoughts of pullin bitches
u step on stage and start rappin but all i hear are glitches
u get boo's from bitches, and bow's from hoes
and get banned from the club by the owner fa fukin up the show
pimp??
ur no pimp motha fuka
tha only thang u pimp is urself
thas why u aint makin no money nigga they aint tryn ta get ur bad health
ur a prostotute wit aids, std's and other fatal ass shit
take his ass to doctor kavorkian and have him murder this bitch
call it an act of kindness
a benefit ta da human race
ur family wont even claim u
cuz ur ass is a fukin disgrace
ur a waste of space
u stank up all the air in this place
seize to exist motha fuka and nobody will ever remember ur face
GET AT US NIGGAS IF U WANT IT U KNOW WAT 2 DO
YEA CUZ HE KEEP BOOTING HIM OFF LIEK A HOE THAT Y AND STEALTH IS WEAKA SS FUCC LIKE U COME BETTER I ATE UR LIL ASS UP 2MANY TIMES THAT Y UHAVE FRIENDLY BATTLES CUZ U KNOW U DONT WANT2 BE CLOWNED BY THE TEAM AND STEALTH WHERE HE AT NO WHERE CUZ I MADE HIM GO HOME AND WRITE BETTER WHO NIGGAS DONT WANT IT WIT US AND CEL SAID WHEN HE COME ON HE GOING2 MURDER STEALTH SO IM NOT EVEN WORRYING ABOUT HIM BOSS PLAYAS CREW AND WE STILL AT IT
YEA CUZ HE KEEP BOOTING HIM OFF LIEK A HOE THAT Y AND STEALTH IS WEAKA SS FUCC LIKE U COME BETTER I ATE UR LIL ASS UP 2MANY TIMES THAT Y UHAVE FRIENDLY BATTLES CUZ U KNOW U DONT WANT2 BE CLOWNED BY THE TEAM AND STEALTH WHERE HE AT NO WHERE CUZ I MADE HIM GO HOME AND WRITE BETTER WHO NIGGAS DONT WANT IT WIT US AND CEL SAID WHEN HE COME ON HE GOING2 MURDER STEALTH SO IM NOT EVEN WORRYING ABOUT HIM BOSS PLAYAS CREW AND WE STILL AT IT
WE WIN AGAIN COME BETTER
im tired of playin with this nigga ASHMACTIC//
u say im pink on the inside but imma flip you inside out jus to see how pussy u are//
imma continue to rip u likefigure skaters hit figure eights//
imma send you to god meet em at davids gates//
u can have ya little bars of steel//
u really a fake no credibilaty i know ya bars aint real//
im too brolic imma flex in my rhyme//
u aint no murderer, u aint killin nothin but time, u can battle me and thats fine//
i know u see the heat and imma blaze til you blind//
push ya brain on the stove, my lines got ya brain fried//
this the tip of the iceberg, imma kill u snoopy put the clip in ya iceberg//
fuck rappin get to clappin imma make ya ass fall like the twin towers over lower manhattan//
i know how i get it down push the nuts in ya mouth plus the 9 make u swollow a pound//
u fag imma make u scream and yell, i got u duckin me like puff gone do when shyne get outta jail//
pussies get fucked mayne and u about to get gangbanged//
talkin u gone resurrect somethin like crist himself//
u can die similar to him fuck around an get crucified, i asked you to gimmie the truth and you lied//
u shouldnt even flow go back to bein a lurker//
u aint handlein weight the only thing u ever flipped was a burger//
this is torture im hearin ya hollerin, bitch u aint never seen cheese u lactosecintolerant//
i got u mad cause im doggin u like a pit bull, u cowass nigga all u do is spit bull//
im too good my style to fierce u panzie nigga go back to playin in gerdens like paul pierce//
told u a mind is a terrible thing to waste, ya brain is blinded//
imma blaze a hole in ya head so u can be open-minded//
when u war wit me u war with the street//
u can leave off what i aint pick up//
fareal fuck ASHMACTIC i stick bars up, u seem to neva learn shyt//
im so hot u stand next to me i melt ya epidermis//
i sit back and laugh i know this jester is finished, u makein me laugh got to admit it//
nothin personal im jus gone ride to sleep, and watch ya soul vanish like//
pacado aquie//
im tired of playin with this nigga ASHMACTIC//
u say im pink on the inside but imma flip you inside out jus to see how pussy u are//
imma continue to rip u likefigure skaters hit figure eights//
imma send you to god meet em at davids gates//
u can have ya little bars of steel//
u really a fake no credibilaty i know ya bars aint real//
im too brolic imma flex in my rhyme//
u aint no murderer, u aint killin nothin but time, u can battle me and thats fine//
i know u see the heat and imma blaze til you blind//
push ya brain on the stove, my lines got ya brain fried//
this the tip of the iceberg, imma kill u snoopy put the clip in ya iceberg//
fuck rappin get to clappin imma make ya ass fall like the twin towers over lower manhattan//
i know how i get it down push the nuts in ya mouth plus the 9 make u swollow a pound//
u fag imma make u scream and yell, i got u duckin me like puff gone do when shyne get outta jail//
pussies get fucked mayne and u about to get gangbanged//
talkin u gone resurrect somethin like crist himself//
u can die similar to him fuck around an get crucified, i asked you to gimmie the truth and you lied//
u shouldnt even flow go back to bein a lurker//
u aint handlein weight the only thing u ever flipped was a burger//
this is torture im hearin ya hollerin, bitch u aint never seen cheese u lactosecintolerant//
i got u mad cause im doggin u like a pit bull, u cowass nigga all u do is spit bull//
im too good my style to fierce u panzie nigga go back to playin in gerdens like paul pierce//
told u a mind is a terrible thing to waste, ya brain is blinded//
imma blaze a hole in ya head so u can be open-minded//
when u war wit me u war with the street//
u can leave off what i aint pick up//
fareal fuck ASHMACTIC i stick bars up, u seem to neva learn shyt//
im so hot u stand next to me i melt ya epidermis//
i sit back and laugh i know this jester is finished, u makein me laugh got to admit it//
nothin personal im jus gone ride to sleep, and watch ya soul vanish like//
pacado aquie//
XCALIBUR SOLO DISS 2 U BPA HOES BOSS PLAYAS RUN IT
I got ya heart runnin like engines of Dodge Vipers//
This kid’s “new DNA”, probably still in his diapers//
I got more smoke in me than a power plant industry//
I let ya red-liquid bubble and steam like we was doin chemistry//
underachiever//
I might “post” verses on SICCNESS.NET till you take more “messages” than a “phone receiver”//
When I grab somethin to toat//
Only thing you gon grab is ya neck after havin slugs in ya throat//
Diss my crew, we come back wit vengeance//
My raps is like Jet Li movies, bout half of em is known as “Legends”//
You don’t want anymore, we smash ya team//
You couldn’t spit fire even if ya lungs had 10 liters of gasoline//
We still battling, me and you//
To me your always “number 2” like “standard pencils in school”// (no. 2 pencils)
I let ya insides resemble slurpees//
I’d put the pipe to ya lips, but my pistols don’t like herpes//
Take second DNA, stop and listen//
Like we the “Lakers, you the Bulls”, you aint bringin “no competition”//
Stupid hoes contend, I expose ya rap flows//
Leave em garbage disposed, ya team knows//
Ya cant handle us, little kid//
In the streets my “shotgun” is like ya “heart”, it gotta “pump” for me to live//
All I do is write ill flows in pen//
You said u hate rap about money and bitches, I guess you like dildos and men//
I got ya heart runnin like engines of Dodge Vipers//
This kid’s “new DNA”, probably still in his diapers//
I got more smoke in me than a power plant industry//
I let ya red-liquid bubble and steam like we was doin chemistry//
underachiever//
I might “post” verses on SICCNESS.NET till you take more “messages” than a “phone receiver”//
When I grab somethin to toat//
Only thing you gon grab is ya neck after havin slugs in ya throat//
Diss my crew, we come back wit vengeance//
My raps is like Jet Li movies, bout half of em is known as “Legends”//
You don’t want anymore, we smash ya team//
You couldn’t spit fire even if ya lungs had 10 liters of gasoline//
We still battling, me and you//
To me your always “number 2” like “standard pencils in school”// (no. 2 pencils)
I let ya insides resemble slurpees//
I’d put the pipe to ya lips, but my pistols don’t like herpes//
Take second DNA, stop and listen//
Like we the “Lakers, you the Bulls”, you aint bringin “no competition”//
Stupid hoes contend, I expose ya rap flows//
Leave em garbage disposed, ya team knows//
Ya cant handle us, little kid//
In the streets my “shotgun” is like ya “heart”, it gotta “pump” for me to live//
All I do is write ill flows in pen//
You said u hate rap about money and bitches, I guess you like dildos and men//
I walk though the gate of hell *devil in the flesh*-
your leather coat? you broke nigga its nothin but mesh-
BPA got the academics to tear your whole empire down and set ah flame-
you say you run shit? simply a player of the game *lame*-
I thrive off your confidence and greed-
simply a sucka, cant keep a clean flow *vocabulary* is what is must~need-
pleads and white flags dont mean shit during a war-
banish you from the siccness cause you dont have what it takes-
your flows make me wanna qauge my eyes with all your mistakes-
nothing but fakes tryna get some play-
da stray out the pack the odd one out *peep what this about*-
pimp is nothing put a prewrittin hoe-
you afraid to step outside with a mic *Im knockin on your door*-
lettin lyriks go at the top of my lungs puncturin your face-
I wonder why you aint banned homie? you such a discrace-
aint no one comin up sayin they the best but you *true*-
nigga is you religious, cause Im finna baptize you-
dont have a mother fuckan clue as to what Im speakin on cause you dont know real talk-
BPA nigga fuck with it *get lined in chalk*-
for all you suckas that didnt know BPA
your leather coat? you broke nigga its nothin but mesh-
BPA got the academics to tear your whole empire down and set ah flame-
you say you run shit? simply a player of the game *lame*-
I thrive off your confidence and greed-
simply a sucka, cant keep a clean flow *vocabulary* is what is must~need-
pleads and white flags dont mean shit during a war-
banish you from the siccness cause you dont have what it takes-
your flows make me wanna qauge my eyes with all your mistakes-
nothing but fakes tryna get some play-
da stray out the pack the odd one out *peep what this about*-
pimp is nothing put a prewrittin hoe-
you afraid to step outside with a mic *Im knockin on your door*-
lettin lyriks go at the top of my lungs puncturin your face-
I wonder why you aint banned homie? you such a discrace-
aint no one comin up sayin they the best but you *true*-
nigga is you religious, cause Im finna baptize you-
dont have a mother fuckan clue as to what Im speakin on cause you dont know real talk-
BPA nigga fuck with it *get lined in chalk*-
for all you suckas that didnt know BPA
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haha that was the best one u ever came wit did u and cel have to put ur brains togetherr ta make it??
tired of playin wit me??
nigga this aint no fukin game
u spit about 10 rhymes of hot shit
the rest of yo spit was fukin lame
motha fukin iceskatin?
nigga ur skatin on thin ice
think those flows of ur was gone suffice the night?
u best think twice on this peasant whos a undercover knight
i'll slit ur fukin throat and watch tha smoke rise in the heat of the night
send me ta god nigga so i can tell him all about you
so that he can send out the apostle ta rid the world of you
these aint bars of steel nigga this shits motha fukin titanium
i puff out some smoke from my hot tongue and got u posted like a geranium
you aint flexin shit but yo clit
while im flexin the mic between ur hip
i told u once before YO MOUF WIT GET YOU HIT
by the flame that i spit
quik backup this shits hot
theres more fire in my soul than there was on ur house
when me and my niggas smoked you out
haha you frien my brain?
the thought of that could drive me insane
you gettin within 3 feet of me? now that thoughts just plain
the tip of the iceberg is gone get crashed into like the titanic
this is tha battle of ur life dont let it end when u panic
dont ever say da word gangbang you fake ass crip
i'll c-walk on ur face and spell ur new name THENODICKGIMPPIMP
its a secret code now desipher tha shit
ima run a train thru ur mouth
try and deepthroat it
this is tha hardest ive ever clowned u i think ima record it
flippin burgers and bitches
after im flippin ur crews body in ditches
cheesey like tha shit ur spittin
lil bow wow came harder than yo shit since when he was still on his tri cycle and still trippin
I spit real shit nigga i never spit shit
the only shit i ever spit ran off my ass into yo lip
you say blinded and blazed in ur rhymes more times than u spell a word right
i can predict ur next word and turn it over like my name was van white
got u trippin in piss over this shit
bitch nigga read this shit and eat a dick
warin wit u aint shit but a game of tug-o-war
u tug a lil bit hard and i tug back 10 times more
next to me ur gigantic cuz ur heads so big
u think u got spits but u aint got shit but fukin gastromegally of the cranium and epiglottis
goto sleep and wake up wit a knife in ur back cuz Asthmatic and BPA just spit u off tha track!
tired of playin wit me??
nigga this aint no fukin game
u spit about 10 rhymes of hot shit
the rest of yo spit was fukin lame
motha fukin iceskatin?
nigga ur skatin on thin ice
think those flows of ur was gone suffice the night?
u best think twice on this peasant whos a undercover knight
i'll slit ur fukin throat and watch tha smoke rise in the heat of the night
send me ta god nigga so i can tell him all about you
so that he can send out the apostle ta rid the world of you
these aint bars of steel nigga this shits motha fukin titanium
i puff out some smoke from my hot tongue and got u posted like a geranium
you aint flexin shit but yo clit
while im flexin the mic between ur hip
i told u once before YO MOUF WIT GET YOU HIT
by the flame that i spit
quik backup this shits hot
theres more fire in my soul than there was on ur house
when me and my niggas smoked you out
haha you frien my brain?
the thought of that could drive me insane
you gettin within 3 feet of me? now that thoughts just plain
the tip of the iceberg is gone get crashed into like the titanic
this is tha battle of ur life dont let it end when u panic
dont ever say da word gangbang you fake ass crip
i'll c-walk on ur face and spell ur new name THENODICKGIMPPIMP
its a secret code now desipher tha shit
ima run a train thru ur mouth
try and deepthroat it
this is tha hardest ive ever clowned u i think ima record it
flippin burgers and bitches
after im flippin ur crews body in ditches
cheesey like tha shit ur spittin
lil bow wow came harder than yo shit since when he was still on his tri cycle and still trippin
I spit real shit nigga i never spit shit
the only shit i ever spit ran off my ass into yo lip
you say blinded and blazed in ur rhymes more times than u spell a word right
i can predict ur next word and turn it over like my name was van white
got u trippin in piss over this shit
bitch nigga read this shit and eat a dick
warin wit u aint shit but a game of tug-o-war
u tug a lil bit hard and i tug back 10 times more
next to me ur gigantic cuz ur heads so big
u think u got spits but u aint got shit but fukin gastromegally of the cranium and epiglottis
goto sleep and wake up wit a knife in ur back cuz Asthmatic and BPA just spit u off tha track!
BOSS PLAYAS CREW AND RIPPING BPA
XCALIBUR Dont You Know Imma heathenistic ANTAGONIST, here to let you know you're LAGGING-KID, by the time my verse has reached this FAGGOT-BITCH I'll be ten votes ahead passedout from BRAGGING-FITS (Did I win?) //
It's like I write lyrics and let DRAGONS-SPIT, cause I'll make a crowd full
of white kids look HALF-AS-RICH!!! (Black) //
IMAGINE-THIS, I WRITE-WITH a BRIGHTNESS that TRANSCENDS-THE-DARKNESS, and
FORGE-WITH MORBID kids who DEFEND-THE-HEARTLESS//
Get off your keyboard XCALIBUR, you should have used a PEN-TO-START-WITH, now
you're always the "center" of the "Net" like "KENYAN-MARTIN"//
At SICCNESS.NET and you think you're dope, cause you know, how to GO-LOBBY-VOTES
(Vote for me!!!) //
You're SO-SCRAWNY-YO, that's not the SHAPE-TO-FIGHT-ME, I'll "plan my own kid
napping" and "gain some weight", cause I'm not to be "TAKEN-LIGHTLY" (HAHA!!)
//
I'll make HATIANS-LIKE-ME the way I'm treating this kid with BLATANT-BITINGS//
I HATE-YOUR-WRITING cause you're PEN-JUST-SENDS-NON-SENSE, can't believe
you're being called a genius for stealing EMINEM'S-CONCEPTS (Stan) //
My SYNONYM'S-"BOMB-THREAT", asking me to dig your grave when I haven't even
FINISHED-YOUR-MOMS-YET (She's dead HAHA!!) //
I would dig her up but I'm THROUGH-WITH-PRANKS, now I play PUTRID-GAMES, like
pissing off an AMUSEMENT-STAGE until my FLUID-TAINTS everything but the
SEWER-DRAINS (Ewwww!!) //
Cause I'm just a TWO-FACED NIGGA with BACK-STABBING-TENDENCIES, flaunting a
RENEWED-FAITH in murdering the souls of my WACK-RAPPING-ENEMIES//
I think my KILLA-HALF-IS-WINNING-ME, it consistently
ATTACKS-FAGS-CONTENDING-ME// INTENDING-TO-BE OFFENDING-PEEPS when I visit the
World Trade Center with two IRAQ-FLAGS-EXTENDING-FREE (Go Osoma!!!)
YOUNG DUKE COME BETTER NOW ASKMACTIC UR NEXT SUCCA
XCALIBUR Dont You Know Imma heathenistic ANTAGONIST, here to let you know you're LAGGING-KID, by the time my verse has reached this FAGGOT-BITCH I'll be ten votes ahead passedout from BRAGGING-FITS (Did I win?) //
It's like I write lyrics and let DRAGONS-SPIT, cause I'll make a crowd full
of white kids look HALF-AS-RICH!!! (Black) //
IMAGINE-THIS, I WRITE-WITH a BRIGHTNESS that TRANSCENDS-THE-DARKNESS, and
FORGE-WITH MORBID kids who DEFEND-THE-HEARTLESS//
Get off your keyboard XCALIBUR, you should have used a PEN-TO-START-WITH, now
you're always the "center" of the "Net" like "KENYAN-MARTIN"//
At SICCNESS.NET and you think you're dope, cause you know, how to GO-LOBBY-VOTES
(Vote for me!!!) //
You're SO-SCRAWNY-YO, that's not the SHAPE-TO-FIGHT-ME, I'll "plan my own kid
napping" and "gain some weight", cause I'm not to be "TAKEN-LIGHTLY" (HAHA!!)
//
I'll make HATIANS-LIKE-ME the way I'm treating this kid with BLATANT-BITINGS//
I HATE-YOUR-WRITING cause you're PEN-JUST-SENDS-NON-SENSE, can't believe
you're being called a genius for stealing EMINEM'S-CONCEPTS (Stan) //
My SYNONYM'S-"BOMB-THREAT", asking me to dig your grave when I haven't even
FINISHED-YOUR-MOMS-YET (She's dead HAHA!!) //
I would dig her up but I'm THROUGH-WITH-PRANKS, now I play PUTRID-GAMES, like
pissing off an AMUSEMENT-STAGE until my FLUID-TAINTS everything but the
SEWER-DRAINS (Ewwww!!) //
Cause I'm just a TWO-FACED NIGGA with BACK-STABBING-TENDENCIES, flaunting a
RENEWED-FAITH in murdering the souls of my WACK-RAPPING-ENEMIES//
I think my KILLA-HALF-IS-WINNING-ME, it consistently
ATTACKS-FAGS-CONTENDING-ME// INTENDING-TO-BE OFFENDING-PEEPS when I visit the
World Trade Center with two IRAQ-FLAGS-EXTENDING-FREE (Go Osoma!!!)
YOUNG DUKE COME BETTER NOW ASKMACTIC UR NEXT SUCCA
IM DONE WIT BPA U NIGGAS R 2 WACC 1 NIGGA ATE U UP LOL
nigga when i open ya moms she always busts like a coke
fuck wit Dirty Nut and i'll 'crack' ya skull like a 'joke'
niggas heads always big 'till i put a gloc to it//
and when i bang heavy metal, it aint rock music//
imma pin ya niggas down, hold my gloc -n- shoot
i got niggas on mo' corners than prostitutes/
the shit i spit's high quality when ya ~shit is low class~//
ya flows disappoint me like a chick wit big ~tits -n- no ass~//
imma hush shit on and then flush cowards
have you runnin ta' China like the sequel to Rush Hour
i know ya chick is ready for this dick and balls now//
imma blow off half ya head like horny chicks wit small mouths//
the color of my whips is gravy, spinnin the new chrome
i spit techs that'll make ya navy fitted a two-tone
when u see my wrists u skwint ya eyes like u was born a Asian
i live off 4 things, weed, gear, whips, & fornication
when you "play my tracks" me -n- my niggas look like athletes//
won't hesitate to put dots on ya face -n- make it look like acne//
kid who else u know that could ~flow a page mo' facts~//
niggas couldnt picture u beatin me if they had a ~throwaway Kodak~//
ASHMACTIC DISS SO READ CUZ THIS THE LAST ONE IM GIVING U UR PATHETIC UR FLOWS R SOFT LIKE CUP CAKES BOSS PLAYAS CREW WE THE TEAM 2BEAT AND U NOT TTHERE YET ILL TELL U WHEN BPA CAN COMPETE WE DECIDED WE HAVE A NEW SHIT LIST LMAO IM OUT BPC 24 7 MAKIN NIGGAS STEP UP THEY GAME
nigga when i open ya moms she always busts like a coke
fuck wit Dirty Nut and i'll 'crack' ya skull like a 'joke'
niggas heads always big 'till i put a gloc to it//
and when i bang heavy metal, it aint rock music//
imma pin ya niggas down, hold my gloc -n- shoot
i got niggas on mo' corners than prostitutes/
the shit i spit's high quality when ya ~shit is low class~//
ya flows disappoint me like a chick wit big ~tits -n- no ass~//
imma hush shit on and then flush cowards
have you runnin ta' China like the sequel to Rush Hour
i know ya chick is ready for this dick and balls now//
imma blow off half ya head like horny chicks wit small mouths//
the color of my whips is gravy, spinnin the new chrome
i spit techs that'll make ya navy fitted a two-tone
when u see my wrists u skwint ya eyes like u was born a Asian
i live off 4 things, weed, gear, whips, & fornication
when you "play my tracks" me -n- my niggas look like athletes//
won't hesitate to put dots on ya face -n- make it look like acne//
kid who else u know that could ~flow a page mo' facts~//
niggas couldnt picture u beatin me if they had a ~throwaway Kodak~//
ASHMACTIC DISS SO READ CUZ THIS THE LAST ONE IM GIVING U UR PATHETIC UR FLOWS R SOFT LIKE CUP CAKES BOSS PLAYAS CREW WE THE TEAM 2BEAT AND U NOT TTHERE YET ILL TELL U WHEN BPA CAN COMPETE WE DECIDED WE HAVE A NEW SHIT LIST LMAO IM OUT BPC 24 7 MAKIN NIGGAS STEP UP THEY GAME
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VOTERS COME
ur not a heathenistic antagonist
ur a prolific pharisee
theres a fault in ur flows and it starts off wit tha first letter
ur whole verse is horrible u dont write well under pressure
so kik back and relax and let the flows roll
u state that ur done but i never even knew we started it
maybe it was cuz ur flows were so drole and garbage
ur weak but ur finished so fuk it i say no more
BPC 0 BPA 4
thats the score
now lets take a vote
ur not a heathenistic antagonist
ur a prolific pharisee
theres a fault in ur flows and it starts off wit tha first letter
ur whole verse is horrible u dont write well under pressure
so kik back and relax and let the flows roll
u state that ur done but i never even knew we started it
maybe it was cuz ur flows were so drole and garbage
ur weak but ur finished so fuk it i say no more
BPC 0 BPA 4
thats the score
now lets take a vote
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