This is a rhyme I wrote on my ex-girlfriend Tiffany's new boyfriend, thank God there's no restrictions on content in this thread. The word "n***a" appears several times but when I say n***a when I rhyme I'm talking about anybody cuz me and this dude are both white. I don't usually rhyme with the word n***a just the forum I wrote this on anyone is allowed to use it and no one cares so just a quick heads up
The Lyrical Massacre Of Brent Mullins
Niggas startin' s**t wit G must be retarded,
pussys duckin' out, runnin' out on s**t them niggas started,
gonna go from dear old friends to old dear-ly departed,
when I put one in his head like ******** the broken hearted.
side-to-side trynta' ta' duck but ******** good luck wit dat,
pull guns out da truck like "What?", you niggas best be down wit dat.
I ain't clownin' motha' ********' cuz ya girlfriend is mine,
gon' ditch da zero for da hero, gonna leave you behind.
ya know what they say, G-Money is so hood,
and if you ain't gangsta then what ya reppin' is no good.
You got a big mouth to have such a little d**k,
G is a pimp and you just a ********' trick.
Brent get off the fake s**t and just face it, Tiff is mine.
If you don't back off things gon' clap off, the mag's gon get you from behind.
You could've ******** with any n***a mane but had ta' pick me,
I can guarantee ya two things; you gon' die, you gon' bleed.
Take ya down a notch n***a, make da people go clap,
that's the last sound that you'll hear until da shotty go blap.
I woulda left ya 'lone had ya not asked her out, man that was a dumb thang.
Pullin' ya d**k on her's one thing, now best believe I'm gonna do some-thang.
But will I catch ya in the gym or beat your b***h a** after class?
I dunno, all I know is this; it won't be quick, painless, or fast.
p***y a** Brent I'm gonna wring ya f*****t neck,
brush me off like "he's just talk", soon you gon' show me respect.
You da p***y in my crosshairs, that's right dickhead you next.
Take da Couga', put it through ya, I kill and then I collect.
Tiffany laughed at cha d**k homeboy because it's a speck.
My d**k so big she back up, j'yeah I got her in check.
More than you could do f** boy, compared ta' me you a wreck.
You dated Samantha and she dumped you in the blink of a light.
Congrats on the magic trick, you turned a straight girl to a dike.
Any girl would rather be gay then date you B.
You suck a d**k like suckin' a c**t to a straight guy G.
Tiff don't want yo p***y a**, she gonna stay by me.
And in case da girl ain't clean, I'll ******** her, you can have the HIV.
Amanda and all Tiff's friends know I'm tha best thing for her.
She loves my gangsta talk, all you do dog is bore her.
In a perfect world you wouldn't have a chance.
You think you slick cuz you her boy and gonna get some romance.
You don't love her, you don't want her, you just want in her pants.
And ask her to home-com-ing cuz I'll be at that dance.
You think you gonna fast dance wit cha hands on her hips,
if ya hands come near her hips you'll leave that dance with a limp.
You think you gon' be sweet and buy her soda, her chips.
All dat s**t is free dog so you isn't a pimp.
You think you'll get a good-bye, get to kiss her sweet lips.
n***a you kiss her lips I'll fill ya mouth full 'o clips.
I'm watchin' what ya do with my miss,
don't get ya b***h a** dismissed.
He runs his mouth not knowin' that he bout to get his a** kicked,
put him six feet unda' boy, make sure you close the casket,
who's the meanest rappa'? Dumb a** question, easy answer so don't ask it,
I'm tired of wastin' time and spittin' rhymes out on these f**-gots,
But I won't let it pass cuz Tiff's white a** is mine and you can't have it,
Like her c**t's a bowl of Trix, her p***y's mine you silly rab-bit,
No one puts 'em away like me like my diss tracks are simple mag-ic.
Take a few steps back homie, leave her alone,
stay in ya own hood, stay away from her home,
I'd hate to but I'd love to pop a cap in ya dome,
make you lock lips with the chrome,
and don't call her house either or you'll get ethered, b***h n***a put down the phone.
Just forget how to dial a phone or better, forget her seven digits.
My s**t is HBO, you a Lifetime ho, I rap with Em you got Ellen tickets.
Catch up and get wit it, now I know you can't dig it that at my shows I ain't sellin' tickets.
The tickets get gone like that, Tiff can come in you can't, what do I gotta spell it bitches?
This is part two n***a, this one's gonna put you away.
listen to the track one time will give you nightmares for days.
I come from a line of rappas' that'll put you away.
So what's your take on this? Oh you got nothin' to say.
I take this s**t as war b***h I don't see it as play.
I make my guns with metal, you can't make one with clay.
you don't have no balls or nut hair, just a pubic toupee.
and if my s**t's not enough my niggas'll put you away.
"What are you pissed off Gary?", that ain't even the half of it.
I see red even when I close my eyes so ********' enraged is more accurate,
you couldn't hit that s**t if you wanted cuz ya girlfriend is maculate.
Course ya can't tap dat a** with no shaft, so so so sad you ain't have a d**k.
Can't wrap up and thrash her c**t,
hell ya can't even smack her tits.
"You ain't gonna beat no one's a**." b***h don't push me, don't test me.
After I murda' Brent well you just might be next T,
Ya boy's a ********' wuss wit a puss cuz if he had testis....
he'd say this s**t straight to me, I want it said to my face PLEASE.
Tiffany's datin' a girl, your male appearance is an illusion,
They all think you is a dude but must suf-fer gender confusion.
If it walk, talk, act, look, sound like a b***h
then it must be a b***h, dis' p***y n***a make me sick.
You gon' bleed, you gon' see, you gonna pay for who you ********' wit,
If you don't like it suck my d**k,
If an 18 wheeler came speedin' I would push you right in front of it.
I don't brag, I know I'm fly as a motha' ********',
b***h gonna die like a motha' ********',
Tiff gon' cry like a motha' ********',
But she gon' live, she'll just find her anotha' sucka',
It won't be me though cuz I don't even want ha' brotha'.
When it's done you'll know the truth, "G-Money, he don't play".
And when ya 'rive up at da 'spital you'll be D.O.A.
Hell no you ain't gon' be feelin' my s**t,
Listen b***h you and ya boy stay offa' my d**k.
I'm from Or-lan-do and I don't ******** around.
They'll find you in the trunk makin' mufflin' sounds.
I don't need no hands in the works, I get myself to the wealth.
Most niggas cryin' fa' mom but I ain't askin' for help.
All I wonda's "Why'd you date that ho?" I keep on askin' myself.
I ain't gotta promote my s**t, the album's sellin' itself.
That's pure luck that the glock missed ya, got more clips in the belt.
Keep ********' with the G, you'll feel what you never felt.
That's endless ruthless pain n***a, see for yaself.
Why ya hate on me we live in the same world
but chasin' the same girl
buyin' chains, planes, and fake pearls.
Well your pearls is fake,
why don't ya hook ya girl up with more cake,
motha' ********' I know what's at stake,
I stand tall but you quake.
I'm standin' still but you shake,
I'mma win, I got what it takes,
you sleep on me but I stay awake.
"Why she's still with that creep?" good point yo somethin' is wrong,
I mean both of they damn minds is gone
and they both tryna' lick on Brent's slong.
Get this n***a off the stage, dismissed, they ringin' the gong
and thank goodness, one more second and the crowd'd be gone.
n***a what's takin' so long,
our fistfight isn't a stunt,
your death's what I want,
I'm standin' my ground homes and want yo b***h a** to dunt.
Tiff cracks a whip like a lion tamer, she says jump and you jump.
And Sam told me all about you, you dance wit girls and then hump.
If you hump ha' I'll dump ya,
outside in the school dumpsta',
you spittin' blood out ya drool chumpsta',
and walkin' round like ya Ed Munsta'.
You gon' be feelin' like you Frankenstein with bolts in ya throat,
run that s**t all ya want dog, say you'll attack but you won't.
Don't stand up cuz you'll just get knocked down,
get the ******** up out ya hood dog cuz it's my block now.
Ya b***h is my b***h b***h, so watch where ya put ya hands.
I got a hit out on you homie, betta' watch where you stand.
"G's the man and Brent's gon' die" is the word that be buzzin',
not only did you date a 12 year old but she was your cousin.
That's incest and it's child abuse, a double offense.
And when you in court who's gonna save you? What you think Tiff'll come to your defense?
Keep on tryna' match ya wits wit G-Man cuz boy I'm always dealt the better hand.
At least datin' little kids ya got a friend in Jacko o'er in Neverland.
She's finally seen what a b***h you are and now she's back on my cheddar,
back on that gangsta d**k, bein' a pimp don't get no better.
In between her legs is soaked dog, her c**t can't get no wetter.
I'd love to say this to your face but for right now here's your letta'.
My ice it keeps me cool but you can't handle the steam,
you think you'll get some offa' Tiff, cocksucker not in your dreams.
You gonna get KO'd when G-Man' hittin' the scene,
and Tiff's gonna go down too if ya know what I mean.
Face it motha' ********, you a f*****t defined.
Find out Tiff'ny got you pregnant like "Oh, it can't be mine."
Yeah it is cuz you a b***h, and you can't stand these lines.
That's why lookin' in the mirror the both you both have pan-ty lines.
They tell me "Good luck with Brent" but I don't even need it.
That f*****t and his girl both shop at Victoria Secret,
Acts like he gettin' some but his d**k she don't even beat it,
even if they did and he came he'd put it in a cup and then drink it,
and if a 3-way crossed your mind Tiff-a-ny well don't even think it.
I'll only get in bed if it's just us two
cuz b***h I am straight, less than I can say for you.
I spit this s**t hardcore, noth-ing that you can say or do.
Feel blessed I diss your a** for free be-cause it should be Pay-Per-View.
Hell b***h even it was I don't think you could afford it,
you get around but not that much so I might be a doll and record it.
You the only one that dreads my fight, hell Sam even said he'd record it.
I got Amanda H. and Kimberly seats, front row and they both adore it.
I'mma show ya that ya man is a p-a-n-zee.
And blind as bat cuz he ********' with me.
You gonna get X'd out when you ********' with G,
cuz girl I turn it up to a hundred da' greez.
Ya man might do it but can't do it like me.
The n***a cold blind cuz he can't see me.
I won't show you mercy Brent so why are you askin'?
Amanda H., Kim, and Sam won't help cuz they'll be too busy laughin'.
Laughin' as I make you cry, whine, b***h, but first of all bleed.
Then you'll have no choice but to give ol' Tiff back to me,
then although that dirty ho done bit that hand that done feeds,
if she gets on her hands and knees I might give into her pleas.
You know G-Money man, he gives a girl what she needs.
********' time now then you catch you some Z's.
Like they tell George of the Jungle "n***a, watch out for that tree!"
The same ol' niggas gon' be screamin' "f*****t, watch out for that G!"
They gonna hear ya bones snappin', crackin', poppin' and bendin'.
At the end you gonna waddle off like this be March Of The Penguins.
They think this town ain't right cuz I'm white like "Oh no, the mayor ain't black."
Ya beating is gonna be like March Of The Penguins but not even Morgan Freeman can narrate that.
If Matt Payne beat ya a** I know the G you can't with-stand,
I could beat ya a** in ten seconds flat with the swift strength of my pimp hand.
You gonna struggle and limp and....
Tiff gonna b***h and....
you gonna snitch and.....
I'll throw yo dumbass in quicksand.
Face it Brent, just face it cuz ya know you can't win.
You'll get pimp slapped, you'll get b***h slapped, I'll pistol whip you and watch you spin.
Stick the poison in the sirenge, expose the vein, shove the needle in.
So they suspend me for nine days, I'll come back and do it again.
At ya house, at her house, at the dance, you ain't safe.
Beat ya a**, shoot yo a**, slit yo a**, anyway.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, anyday.
"G' a ******** psycho." Yeah that's what many say.
So what you want cuz it ain't gonna work,
I'm the only one who can spit it just by diggin' up dirt.
Before I bruise you physically I go mental and I bruise up ya skin.
One listen to me on this mic and people call me "New Em."
You don't know what goes on in this mind or what these eyes done seen.
I chop ya wrist off and watch til the whole damn arm's turnin' green.
Pop ya mouth wit a gold wristwatch, so much blood come out it's quite alarmin' I mean.
n***a don't take me for a fool,
we won't eva' be cool,
not in 21 days when we both back in school.
Wait til we eye-to-eye like mean and standin' toe-to-toe.
Two ********' shots ho-mo, dog I hit you and you hit the flo', that's two.
Gary doin' more than s**t talk, well that's new.
It's amazing what you learn from ya dad, and that's true.
It's like a burden is off my back, like I am free from these chains.
Finally, hell yes, finally I can be G-Man again.
"******** peace and kill ya enemies" that's ma' motto,
you don't know what I been through livin' in the 'burbs of Chicago.
Went through shootouts, they even found a body in our backyard.
So with that watch it Brent or they'll be puttin' you in that black car.
And yeah you damn right that I'll arrive at the wake,
walk up to the coffin just to spit on ya face;
pull out a glock, take a shot aimin' straight from the waist,
Tiff got shot up in that place
and now they say she gonna need some metal plates, one in her face..
Know this that I won't be far, be far
when they put her up in E.R., E.R.
Girl you got ya real man back so why you gonna pout?
"Visiting hours are over" I'm just gon' ******** her then I'm out.
I wanna say I hate you Tiff but love you, that's no doubt.
Why I still do and why you with him's two things that I can't figure out.
Anyway on most matters girl we still coo'.
But we gon' disagree on this so ******** Brent and ******** you.
The Lyrical Massacre, I see that n***a is runnin'.
Ever since Tiff showed him what I said he knew some day I was comin'.
See ya lyrical death is now but don't fret, ya real one is comin'.
Gonna come real damn soon when I come through ya hood gunnin'.
Spray shells in ya face and back then some in ya stomach.
Temptin' me to start beef, trust me homeboy you don't want it.
You know you got short time to live so get over herr and stop runnin'.
You knew exactly what the hell this was so how ya gonna act, don't be frontin'.
While us straight niggas was singin' that Thong Song you was singin' you wanna deep throat some long slong,
some bodybuilder in long johns, so you and Tiff won't work, soon she'll be long gone.
I can predict it now, your relationship's gonna be a mess
cuz you'll be arguin' bout the formal bout who looks better in a dress.
Both come out that bathroom wearin' the same make-up,
she'll feel like she's in a bad dream and can't wake up.
The only reason ya'll still together is you ain't been togetha' all summa,
Tiff's been at the lake, left you alone, aww what a bummer.
Honestly I cannot really tell who should feel dumber,
her for picking you or me for being jealous cuz I still want her.
That's not my fault Brent that I wanna hit you with a Hummer.
Tell me this if you her boy then why do I have her number?
At the lake when she's out,
and you only have her number for when she's up at her house.
Another thing homie that might get you quite flared.
She invited me to the lake with her and I could ******** her right there.
And what can you do if I ******** her, if I hit it, if I tap, tap it..
You can't hurt me over it cuz I ain't skurred of your cat-scratches.
Scratching or biting is really the worse,
that or you could hiss at me or smack me with your purse,
do any of those four f** boy cuz none of it works;
you'll still get shot, cops watchin' or not, and stuffed in a hearse.
I see after three parts of this you ain't gonna survive.
Time for the finishing blow and then I'll bury you, dead or alive.
