Stupid Threads/ Net Bangin.. (Merged Together)
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FO ALL DA RAPPER THAT WANNA TYPE $UM GAME
Thare's filled with pussy, he probablly even shits barbies-
I just killed him with two lines like cocaine and Chris Farley-
Even when you're not drunk Clunk, walk with caution like wet-floor signs-
Or Marcos'll get on and beat your ass in only the fourth line-
And Randy's just scared, he even declined my battle-
My rhymes just ripped him with only a few lines of babble-
Seventh line and Ziad should never even look at a mic-
He couldn't have a punchline even if his left hand hooks when he writes-
You're a bunch of woman from Venus, while us real men are from mars-
It's sad how I just ate your entire crew in only ten or so bars-
My thoughts alone have the ability to replenish scars-
While you couldn't get your opinion accross being professional tennis stars-
Like Muslims praying, I'll make you drop your hands-
And Randy couldn't be a savage ontop like a crippled Macho Man-
I'm about to get in your business like the US and forgien wars-
Your rhymes are the equalivent to boring tours-
While mine put in work like morning chores-
You couldn't get notice going door to door-
Get on There so I can rip you off like you charging a quater more at your corner store-
I'll fuck you up to where you'll need a maternity dress-
Hurt your chest, turn your white shirt to a burgandy vest-
First it's an emergency, then the surgery's next-
You're rhymes couldn't get a result with a paternity test-
I heard that song that ya'll barely ripped-
It sounded like you were scared to spit-
Prepare to get, teared to bits-
You preppy whiteboy terrorists speaking Arabic-
You couldn't spit it hot or hard off the top-
Even getting a haircut in hell's barber shop-
Brian told me that Ken had one of the smallest cocks-
So why don't you football fetish freaks get off his jock-
The words I'm saying are confussing there-
Face looks like a Gorrilla's pubical hair-
You don't get standing ovations like parapelegics playing musical chairs-
Ms. Clunk, can I please speak with your children-
They need to grow up and become real men-
Started rhyming after 8 mile, while I've been around since quill pens-
And I'll kick Brian in the nutsack, but only to kill Ken-
You're lost and'll never be found as if a blind guy tried to find it-
Rhymes sound like a mime designed it-
Z's only been 1 and 0 with 79 behind it-
(z107.9)
My verse is to profound to read-
A liquid mixture of Einstine and a pound of weed-
Zeode rhyming means that crowd's counting sheep-
I'm not even feeling Z's presence when I'm sound asleep-
Thare, thanks alot for that day in the park-
But I suggest you keep away and stay in the dark-
Or I'll strangle your soul and pray on your heart-
Cuz you don't belong, you're just an abandon strey in this art-
I throw Arabs in hampers so I've already bin there-
Eat a dick, ball sweat on your chin hair-
Watch your skin tear, as I make you disappear into thin air-
And you'r not really ill, just acting sick-
Mad as hell like an activist that's stuck in traffic and has to shit-
I pull Arabs out of Ken clunk's har fot a magic trick-
While you fags just hip-hop around on bunny rabbit's dick-
I'll squat over your forehead and shit on your opinion-
You're just a short push over like midget's cow-tipping-
Your lines aren't even funny, they're only just kidding-
And I'll tie up your charming personality which means you're knot winning-
I'll make your bright and happy day-
Turn a dark and ashy gray-
You bring nothing to the table like and empty plastic trey-
So who's the greatest, go ahead and ask away-
And the entire world will say in a nasty way-
You couldn't be it even with the name Cashes Clay-
Even being famous you'd still have a modern life like Rocco-
You chickens don't want beef like vegetarians eating tacos-
*ALL WORK IS COPYWRITTEN*
Thare's filled with pussy, he probablly even shits barbies-
I just killed him with two lines like cocaine and Chris Farley-
Even when you're not drunk Clunk, walk with caution like wet-floor signs-
Or Marcos'll get on and beat your ass in only the fourth line-
And Randy's just scared, he even declined my battle-
My rhymes just ripped him with only a few lines of babble-
Seventh line and Ziad should never even look at a mic-
He couldn't have a punchline even if his left hand hooks when he writes-
You're a bunch of woman from Venus, while us real men are from mars-
It's sad how I just ate your entire crew in only ten or so bars-
My thoughts alone have the ability to replenish scars-
While you couldn't get your opinion accross being professional tennis stars-
Like Muslims praying, I'll make you drop your hands-
And Randy couldn't be a savage ontop like a crippled Macho Man-
I'm about to get in your business like the US and forgien wars-
Your rhymes are the equalivent to boring tours-
While mine put in work like morning chores-
You couldn't get notice going door to door-
Get on There so I can rip you off like you charging a quater more at your corner store-
I'll fuck you up to where you'll need a maternity dress-
Hurt your chest, turn your white shirt to a burgandy vest-
First it's an emergency, then the surgery's next-
You're rhymes couldn't get a result with a paternity test-
I heard that song that ya'll barely ripped-
It sounded like you were scared to spit-
Prepare to get, teared to bits-
You preppy whiteboy terrorists speaking Arabic-
You couldn't spit it hot or hard off the top-
Even getting a haircut in hell's barber shop-
Brian told me that Ken had one of the smallest cocks-
So why don't you football fetish freaks get off his jock-
The words I'm saying are confussing there-
Face looks like a Gorrilla's pubical hair-
You don't get standing ovations like parapelegics playing musical chairs-
Ms. Clunk, can I please speak with your children-
They need to grow up and become real men-
Started rhyming after 8 mile, while I've been around since quill pens-
And I'll kick Brian in the nutsack, but only to kill Ken-
You're lost and'll never be found as if a blind guy tried to find it-
Rhymes sound like a mime designed it-
Z's only been 1 and 0 with 79 behind it-
(z107.9)
My verse is to profound to read-
A liquid mixture of Einstine and a pound of weed-
Zeode rhyming means that crowd's counting sheep-
I'm not even feeling Z's presence when I'm sound asleep-
Thare, thanks alot for that day in the park-
But I suggest you keep away and stay in the dark-
Or I'll strangle your soul and pray on your heart-
Cuz you don't belong, you're just an abandon strey in this art-
I throw Arabs in hampers so I've already bin there-
Eat a dick, ball sweat on your chin hair-
Watch your skin tear, as I make you disappear into thin air-
And you'r not really ill, just acting sick-
Mad as hell like an activist that's stuck in traffic and has to shit-
I pull Arabs out of Ken clunk's har fot a magic trick-
While you fags just hip-hop around on bunny rabbit's dick-
I'll squat over your forehead and shit on your opinion-
You're just a short push over like midget's cow-tipping-
Your lines aren't even funny, they're only just kidding-
And I'll tie up your charming personality which means you're knot winning-
I'll make your bright and happy day-
Turn a dark and ashy gray-
You bring nothing to the table like and empty plastic trey-
So who's the greatest, go ahead and ask away-
And the entire world will say in a nasty way-
You couldn't be it even with the name Cashes Clay-
Even being famous you'd still have a modern life like Rocco-
You chickens don't want beef like vegetarians eating tacos-
*ALL WORK IS COPYWRITTEN*
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OK MAYBE SHE DOES
HOPE YOU LIKE IT
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HOPE YOU LIKE IT
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lol@copywritten....
for one the term is copyrighted....two i dont know why the hell youd pay to copyright a typestyle battle flow.....no one gonna steal that shit.....
you got good wordplay and ryhme scheme but honestly half that shit was gay and sounded like it was thrown in jus to ryhme wit otha shit...
and wtf does this shit have to do wit this forum????
for one the term is copyrighted....two i dont know why the hell youd pay to copyright a typestyle battle flow.....no one gonna steal that shit.....
you got good wordplay and ryhme scheme but honestly half that shit was gay and sounded like it was thrown in jus to ryhme wit otha shit...
and wtf does this shit have to do wit this forum????
BITCH MADE PRINCIPAL
TODAY MY HOMEBOY GOT JUMPED IN CLASS BY TWO SCRAPS AND THE ASSISTANT PRINCIPAL DIDN'T DO SHIT ABOUT IT. THEIR WAS HELLA WITNESSES SAYING THAT THEY JUMPED HIM, EVEN TEACHERS BUT THE PRINCIPAL DIDN'T GIVE A SHIT. NOW HE'S KICKING MY HOMEBOY OUT OF THE SCHOOL. ITS FUCKED UP I WASN'T THERE TO HELP OUT MY HOMIE. AINT THAT A BITCH....
TODAY MY HOMEBOY GOT JUMPED IN CLASS BY TWO SCRAPS AND THE ASSISTANT PRINCIPAL DIDN'T DO SHIT ABOUT IT. THEIR WAS HELLA WITNESSES SAYING THAT THEY JUMPED HIM, EVEN TEACHERS BUT THE PRINCIPAL DIDN'T GIVE A SHIT. NOW HE'S KICKING MY HOMEBOY OUT OF THE SCHOOL. ITS FUCKED UP I WASN'T THERE TO HELP OUT MY HOMIE. AINT THAT A BITCH....
