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 Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 2:54 pm
Back! BACK UNDER YOUR BRIDGE!!!
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 2:58 pm
Sigil Warden You spit your rhymes fast, You spit them right brash, But your words are like chaps, Lewd and pulled up half-assed. See, I'm not new to reason, and lyrical treason, Watch out for my word-chains; It's your a** they're freezing. Back for more? This ain't a chore More like a ******** bore Yo hash be flyin By the end you'll be cryin Cos ill be fryin That sweet perky a** Aallll, ******** right, it's time to gather round Cos I'm about to drop some science on this s**t headed clown Too bad his body can't be found He's too busy bleeding out on that ground Keep Rollin that rhyme What your spittin ain't nothin bit a crime No ones got the time, Or the reason, It just ain't your ******** season When I'm done, you'll but cutting off your ears, pullin a Van Gogh And I'm sitting here, ya' know. And my c**k impressive so hot it melts snow Man, I'm about to blow.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 2:59 pm
Colonel Iyam A Heita YummyBiscuits It's not gay unless the tips touch. I don't believe you... It won't hurt, I swear, You won't get burnt
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:02 pm
YummyBiscuits It won't hurt, I swear, You won't get burnt planning to whore it up...
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:14 pm
You throw a lot of s**t, like a monkey in a zoo,
And you'll be caged in the dark when I am through with you.
Who's the wench now, you misogynistic genie boy?
I'll go Andy on you, like a Raggedy-Ann toy.
These hips don't lie, and neither do I,
When Tyra walks in, she makes the boys cry.
You're no exception, there is no deception,
But if you're gonna talk s**t, 'bout science and wit,
Look in the mirror, and take a ********' hit.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:15 pm
This is what happens when a bunch of white boys get the internet.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:16 pm
Shutup Vin, I don't see you dropping anything, besides the ball.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:22 pm
Sigil Warden Shutup Vin, I don't see you dropping anything, besides the ball. 
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:26 pm
Vintrict's the whitest man here.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:29 pm
Sigil Warden You throw a lot of s**t, like a monkey in a zoo, And you'll be caged in the dark when I am through with you. Who's the wench now, you misogynistic genie boy? I'll go Andy on you, like a Raggedy-Ann toy. These hips don't lie, and neither do I, When Tyra walks in, she makes the boys cry. You're no exception, there is no deception, But if you're gonna talk s**t, 'bout science and wit, Look in the mirror, and take a ********' hit. s**t about to get matrimonial in here It don't take a seer But you should giving a hear When Tyra gets that sweet rear Pounded like some choice beer Give up now I can't be beat Just take a ******** seat I'm bringing that s**t hot heat Raps the name of the game Marx is the name You got no claim To any sort of fame, Your chain It ain't but some shitty name Talk about lame Run back home to your mama, Bleat like a goat, or even a llama That rhyme wasn't even good, but I don't care Cos your s**t is ******** bare I'm busting out these big rhymes, you ain't shown me nothing You should really have something Cos I'm the only one doing the bringing So get the ******** outta my neighborhood
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:30 pm
This is a magical place crying heart
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:31 pm
My mood is up and down like the Market,
So if I get in a rut,
See who's boss when that depression hits you're the first one getting cut.
American porno slayer, I'll chop your corpse into bits.
Mail your torso straight from California State, to North Dakota, to Georgia in a storage container, player, and I ain't sorry for s**t.
I'll smoke a half ounce of that bath salt, eat your ******** face off the asphalt, and still make it out to the bar in time for last call.
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:36 pm
Unspeakable Tragedy My mood is up and down like the Market, So if I get in a rut, See who's boss when that depression hits you're the first one getting cut. American porno slayer, I'll chop your corpse into bits. Mail your torso straight from California State, to North Dakota, to Georgia in a storage container, player, and I ain't sorry for s**t. I'll smoke a half ounce of that bath salt, eat your ******** face off the asphalt, and still make it out to the bar in time for last call. What are you doing here?
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:37 pm
Unspeakable Tragedy My mood is up and down like the Market, So if I get in a rut, See who's boss when that depression hits you're the first one getting cut. American porno slayer, I'll chop your corpse into bits. Mail your torso straight from California State, to North Dakota, to Georgia in a storage container, player, and I ain't sorry for s**t. I'll smoke a half ounce of that bath salt, eat your ******** face off the asphalt, and still make it out to the bar in time for last call. C-C-c-C-combo breaker! It keeps happening, don't let it stop Here, lemme get you a mop, For all that blood, since you seem to be near the top. The sirens be callin, holy s**t it's an air raid Dropping rhymes like a ******** grenade I hope you know this ain't some sort of serenade, Man, you're gonna be layin on the edge of my blade. Are you afraid, That today your grave stone is gonna be laid? Here, lemme offer you some shade With my c**k, impressive made
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:38 pm
That's a good question, actually. Since someone was too scared to fight me in HoH, figured I'd bring the party here.
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