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Dec 13, 2003
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the flats...choking on his own flatulence, deflating like his name suggests// whats next, raps about imgi9nary techs and midevil machinery// rip him to particles...leave him dissipated like a roach and some ill greenery// my raps are desolate like gray area and drab scenery// he wants to scream at me like a couple of pussies scratching// devoid of rappin..your a slave,..im a speeding Bentley crashin'...i get the whips crackin like anglo to saxon
 
Apr 8, 2007
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how can i be flat when ya momma just blew-me
she was givin head i was feelin on her booty
you a lil bitch youd get scraped by a castro-fag
ill butt fuck ya mom and blast-yo-dad
u cant fuck wit me ima crazy-beast
do me a favor n drive west on 80-east
I hope yur fagget ass dies slow in a car wreck
you a fuckin nerd go watch star trek
matter of fact go jump off the golden gate
weak ass bitch couldnt poke a hole in cake
u tryin to rap is like a paraplegic tryin to roller-skate
its mission impossible like tom cruise
this fag probly wearin makeup n his moms shoes
 
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theflatz707 said:
how can i be flat when ya momma just blew-me
she was givin head i was feelin on her booty
you a lil bitch youd get scraped by a castro-fag
ill butt fuck ya mom and blast-yo-dad
u cant fuck wit me ima crazy-beast
do me a favor n drive west on 80-east
I hope yur fagget ass dies slow in a car wreck
you a fuckin nerd go watch star trek
matter of fact go jump off the golden gate
weak ass bitch couldnt poke a hole in cake
u tryin to rap is like a paraplegic tryin to roller-skate
its mission impossible like tom cruise
this fag probly wearin makeup n his moms shoes
you're not very bright, kid...just sit there listen to the game im about to mention// technically...you would be flat....if my mother just finished//
then again..when i was your age...i stayed hard for days// that is...with a thug mentality...not hand lotion and ass parade// i spit harder than an iragui with bombing context...you talk like a little bitch with a mommy-complex// i'll suplex your crew-neck through the other end of your grandmother's duplex// then stand at that hole, look at the rest of your fam like "whos next"// i kick rhymes and leave your shoes-wrecked with a bruised-neck, i spew-threats// my flow is commode encrusted gold, my verbal gems stay-dumping-shit on hoes that think they can do it big like they're swoll// you may liken me to a talking head, but i'll sill spit...where as you flow is old lifeless with mold
 
Apr 8, 2007
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you a little bitch, ima pit-u-a-poodle
fuck around n catch a whole clip-in-ya-noodle
mayne u gone get killed, playin-witta-beast
they gone find ya body, layin-in-the-streets
of west-side-oakland, witcha chest-wide-open
its too late to go back, the tech-nines-spoken
youll get smoked like crack-cocaine
i lack-no-game, you have-no-game
i stay havin paper but ill snatch-yo-chain
yur punk ass couldnt see me witta tela-scope
im hella-dope, u need 2 getta-rope
make a noose and hang yaself from-a-tree
n watch how happy ya familys gunna-be
 
Apr 20, 2005
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yo!

8FIVE8 stay fresh, u Flat like your momma's ass
catch me pissin in ur momma's flask
plus she's a drunk, still sellin ass at 7-11
she up all night from 11 to 11
pm to am, but it dont matter
u aint a thug or a gun clapper
tech nines?? bitch please
u probably the man with the badge screamin freeze!
u still snatchin chains? u must not have a job or somethin
stop rappin and stick to givin blow jobs or somethin
ur style is nuthin, better yet u aint got one
fake ass d-boy witta gun, u aint got one
707! so what! u aint hot son!
probably the last punk bitch rollin inna Datsun
what u got son? nuthin but a pocket fulla 1's and change
fuck around with 8-5 i'll have u runnin in pain

mark
 
Oct 21, 2002
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ya flo is weak n bout as deep as ya skin be/
n bout as real me holdin keys to a bentley/
rappers readin outta dictonary and claim stake/
you want none i deficate degradin ya name sake/
rain on ya parade and take aim at cha game face/
you should turn to GOD after all he saved ma$e/
but when the doe low he was back in the same place/
back in the booth askin curt for a pay raise/
you could make a song but nobodys gonna listen/
besides the alleged greatest rapper alive got caught man kissen/
 
Mar 26, 2005
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it would be a plus if this nigga-could-add/
now hes confined to strictly handing out dick-on-the-ave/
check his av, its proven-yo/
coolio wouldnt even take a voyage through your coochie-fro/
your booty-ho, like vida guerra/
facin it...now thats the ugly side like vida guerra/
so take ya cinnamon-end to the cinema-quick/
he watchin saw 4, but it ended-in-skin/ (foreskin)
give him a bend-and-he-grins, hes a homo with no-doe/
sleepin on my flow-yo, get a no-doz and a row-boat/
 
Oct 21, 2002
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ya rhyme so so artificiall like that bitch coco/
press a disk you aint sellin shit its free promo/
yall unique with the flo but also each homo/
you grade d but got in the game wit a b logo/
freestle cool but as job u dont see no doe/
you say its love but chu aint a thug u call po-po/
you were you cuz thats were ya head is at you stay local/
you practice gay choke holds/
in a gay dojo/
you ask why all the fag talk but if i stop u still gon be homo/
to each is own though/
with coke hoes throwin white powder in my face like bolo/
 
Nov 14, 2006
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You're soft like Bambies clique
and a straight up faget like Andy Dick
You'll catch a back handing quick
And don't try throwin punches cuz you ain't landing shit
Homie I get mines and I'm just plain motherfuckin better
You couldn't rip rhymes if you wrote'um then putt'um through a papper shredder
I'm way too clever putting together funny raps
And forever and ever I'll be collecting money stacks
I can not relax cuz I'm hyphy
and anbody that tries me
ain't gonna get by nicely
So don't fuck with ** ** cuz I fight shiesty
With snap kicks to ya nuts
after lacing crack hits in ya blunts
I'm coming at you with a million insane tactics at once
 

Stealth

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So don't fuck with ** ** cuz I fight shiesty
With snap kicks to ya nuts
I'm glad you had the foresight to delete the name of the original writer of that verse before passing it off as your own.
 
Nov 14, 2006
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Lol. What?? Original writer of that verse?? That would be motherfucker. I just x'ed out my name. Lol.

Now if there was a line someone else already might of spit, well IDK I listen to a lot of rap so maybe I sliped up or I ain't that oringinal. But that verse as a whole came out of me dude, in no way or form trying to rip any one off. Lol.
 
Apr 20, 2005
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if u ripped that verse off of me i would let u have it
shit is wack regardless, i hope writin rhymes isnt ur habit
i'mma go to ur town, pop pills, kick car windows and get hyphy
ghost ride ur mommas whip on ur block is where u might find me
u couldnt flow dope inna river fulla coke
u softer then egg yoke, a fake loc, u'z a joke
i hope u gotta job cuz if u keep rappin u'll always be broke
ur whole style is coated in wackness, go ahead shred all them poems that u wrote
u aint stackin nuthin but ones cuz u know u pay to see ass
Since u from the bay, u Dumb n Dumber, and i'm gonna kick ur ass like See Bass
 
Nov 14, 2006
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Your keystyle isn't immaculate
In fact it's more like a faget packing shit
Straight up fucking awful!!!
So quit rappin cuz you're square like a waffle
Don't you know See Bass was a fag-dude
And you just reffered to him as-you
You a dumb-fuck that'll get hung-up to dry
By a clothes line after I set you a fire to fry
This is T-R-A-C-Y 209 reppin
Bout to ride till you die and add ya head to my collection
 
Apr 20, 2005
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u feena add my head to ur collection
u can try, but u gon' need some protection
i'm not talkin bout a vest and a shield
talkin bout that them bombs that Bush keeps concealed
for real, nuthin about me is fake unlike u
u reppin anything hard is unlike u
i spit flames that got Satan sweatin
mc's like u is the reason y hip hop remains upsettin
u wanna talk about clotheslines? Then i got one for u jack
not for hangin, the ones that'll leave u on ur back on the mat