|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 7:49 pm
your good, Fif, I gotta admit, you got some heat/
but I don't know what's hotter, your d*** or your buzz on the street/
I've been everywhere, front and back, side to side/
My rhymes have become the only reason people commit suicide/
all your rhymes do is kill the mind/
whether it's your enemy or one of your own kind/
I'll put you out of your misery so you won't feel the shame/
but you will feel the sting, and try fighting the f**king pain/
you rap worse than a 1 year old boy/
this mic is an honor, no little chew toy/
get your fake gril out of your mouth, talk like a man/
oops, those are your teeth, they just screwed up from chewin on that aluminum can/
what you don't say, you don't do. That's a fact of life/
you must be the most beaten kid on the block, 'cause you don't say s*** to strife/
I throw your body to the side like Michael Jackson girl/
your done, bring one the next girl who thinks they a pearl/
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:42 pm
worm man is just a little worm,
He's as disgusting as a dirty little germ,
I'll kick you in your stomache and you'll feel it in your face,
And you'll say "Ouch! You just kicked me in my face!"
b***h! xd
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 10:19 pm
Oh no! once again my friends, Teezy's back
Getting this Gaia cheeze for eating Eazy Mak
And just like tha product he's giving you
I'll give his countance a bruise. Black, but "he's got tha blues"
Thoooooed!!!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 8:43 am
Looking for some hookers to appease me
But I suppose your sista will do mista C Teezy
Took her back to the hotel where she got sleezy
Puttin it in her mouth was so ******** easy
She sucked my semen out till nothing was left
Now she walks around wit my p***s on her breath
With my name tatted on her chest
She still claiming how Shadow the best
She told CT and he got heated
His spirits were defeated
How I ******** his kin and she got mistreated
N now in her stomach she carrying my seedn'
How I'm so good n how he shoulda saw
Ill correct everyone of CTeezy's flaws
And she loves how I hit it raw
congratulations on your sister's new baby Outlaw
((errr.. lol... kinda woke up this mornin n the rhyme came to my head. was really hoping a gurl had last posted.oh well sweatdrop )
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:01 pm
wormman84 your good, Fif, I gotta admit, you got some heat/ but I don't know what's hotter, your d*** or your buzz on the street/ I've been everywhere, front and back, side to side/ My rhymes have become the only reason people commit suicide/ all your rhymes do is kill the mind/ whether it's your enemy or one of your own kind/ I'll put you out of your misery so you won't feel the shame/ but you will feel the sting, and try fighting the f**king pain/ you rap worse than a 1 year old boy/ this mic is an honor, no little chew toy/ get your fake gril out of your mouth, talk like a man/ oops, those are your teeth, they just screwed up from chewin on that aluminum can/ what you don't say, you don't do. That's a fact of life/ you must be the most beaten kid on the block, 'cause you don't say s*** to strife/ I throw your body to the side like Michael Jackson girl/ your done, bring one the next girl who thinks they a pearl/ LOL Oh believe it's my d**k real sweet Got bitches lickin it like BBQ mystique packed deep Like heat that you can check for wreck YEP!!!! In da street you'll never get a rep son sooo sweet I bet everytime he open his mouth a ***** see skeet. Aight ima flip and diss this b***h on da spur of da moment tip Spit pardon my lip just flowin off da tounge Comin straight from da lyrical gun for fun at this kids lung Come on son are you serious naw you must be delerious I'm curious like George should I ingordge and fordge Bullets at this whack a** comin at me like thrown out trash Thinkin he can last keep up wit da sass I'll blast, fast, laugh, then dash Put ya a** in a full body cast and that's just atempt murder From da nicest kid you heard of cause I ain't become da halotip incerter. WOOOOO Keep up wit da whack disses ya'll bringin some good free's outta me HAHA! Swear ta god
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 1:04 pm
Fifty5104 wormman84 your good, Fif, I gotta admit, you got some heat/ but I don't know what's hotter, your d*** or your buzz on the street/ I've been everywhere, front and back, side to side/ My rhymes have become the only reason people commit suicide/ all your rhymes do is kill the mind/ whether it's your enemy or one of your own kind/ I'll put you out of your misery so you won't feel the shame/ but you will feel the sting, and try fighting the f**king pain/ you rap worse than a 1 year old boy/ this mic is an honor, no little chew toy/ get your fake gril out of your mouth, talk like a man/ oops, those are your teeth, they just screwed up from chewin on that aluminum can/ what you don't say, you don't do. That's a fact of life/ you must be the most beaten kid on the block, 'cause you don't say s*** to strife/ I throw your body to the side like Michael Jackson girl/ your done, bring one the next girl who thinks they a pearl/ LOL Oh believe it's my d**k real sweet Got bitches lickin it like BBQ mystique packed deep Like heat that you can check for wreck YEP!!!! In da street you'll never get a rep son sooo sweet I bet everytime he open his mouth a ***** see skeet. Aight ima flip and diss this b***h on da spur of da moment tip Spit pardon my lip just flowin off da tounge Comin straight from da lyrical gun for fun at this kids lung Come on son are you serious naw you must be delerious I'm curious like George should I ingordge and fordge Bullets at this whack a** comin at me like thrown out trash Thinkin he can last keep up wit da sass I'll blast, fast, laugh, then dash Put ya a** in a full body cast and that's just atempt murder From da nicest kid you heard of cause I ain't become da halotip incerter. WOOOOO Keep up wit da whack disses ya'll bringin some good free's outta me HAHA! Swear ta god what's good Fif? to me it seems you just as wack as your name-sake BBQ? b***h *****, you's a tofu plate and yet and still you wanna step to this 3 course ******** bullets imma let the hands show you the deal now what's real? not ya rep that's for damn sho my street cred's inumerable while yo s**t's stuck at zero i'll bust ya square a** in the mouth just for trying to be a hero hit you with the right, left, one, two and then imma have to show you what the north shaolin do on that raw Kung-Fu...Shiiit you dont know who you ******** with hate to break it to ya dog but i'm constantly ballin- disrespectin and wreckin sloppy rhymes that you scrawlin while all you doin is stallin-pretindin to ill i'm disinfectin ya s**t like ya b***h on the pill so, say what you will perpatrate all you want but you'll never be ill cuz i'm raw and it's been a long time doin this s**t and imma need you to get ya lips off the base of my d**k aight?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:36 pm
digi.t.s Fifty5104 wormman84 your good, Fif, I gotta admit, you got some heat/ but I don't know what's hotter, your d*** or your buzz on the street/ I've been everywhere, front and back, side to side/ My rhymes have become the only reason people commit suicide/ all your rhymes do is kill the mind/ whether it's your enemy or one of your own kind/ I'll put you out of your misery so you won't feel the shame/ but you will feel the sting, and try fighting the f**king pain/ you rap worse than a 1 year old boy/ this mic is an honor, no little chew toy/ get your fake gril out of your mouth, talk like a man/ oops, those are your teeth, they just screwed up from chewin on that aluminum can/ what you don't say, you don't do. That's a fact of life/ you must be the most beaten kid on the block, 'cause you don't say s*** to strife/ I throw your body to the side like Michael Jackson girl/ your done, bring one the next girl who thinks they a pearl/ LOL Oh believe it's my d**k real sweet Got bitches lickin it like BBQ mystique packed deep Like heat that you can check for wreck YEP!!!! In da street you'll never get a rep son sooo sweet I bet everytime he open his mouth a ***** see skeet. Aight ima flip and diss this b***h on da spur of da moment tip Spit pardon my lip just flowin off da tounge Comin straight from da lyrical gun for fun at this kids lung Come on son are you serious naw you must be delerious I'm curious like George should I ingordge and fordge Bullets at this whack a** comin at me like thrown out trash Thinkin he can last keep up wit da sass I'll blast, fast, laugh, then dash Put ya a** in a full body cast and that's just atempt murder From da nicest kid you heard of cause I ain't become da halotip incerter. WOOOOO Keep up wit da whack disses ya'll bringin some good free's outta me HAHA! Swear ta god what's good Fif? to me it seems you just as wack as your name-sake BBQ? b***h *****, you's a tofu plate and yet and still you wanna step to this 3 course ******** bullets imma let the hands show you the deal now what's real? not ya rep that's for damn sho my street cred's inumerable while yo s**t's stuck at zero i'll bust ya square a** in the mouth just for trying to be a hero hit you with the right, left, one, two and then imma have to show you what the north shaolin do on that raw Kung-Fu...Shiiit you dont know who you ******** with hate to break it to ya dog but i'm constantly ballin- disrespectin and wreckin sloppy rhymes that you scrawlin while all you doin is stallin-pretindin to ill i'm disinfectin ya s**t like ya b***h on the pill so, say what you will perpatrate all you want but you'll never be ill cuz i'm raw and it's been a long time doin this s**t and imma need you to get ya lips off the base of my d**k aight? Now da fact that you can't get me off ya d**k Son that's some sick s**t I must say I don't go that way Cause ya fagot a** is soundin kinda gay But HEY! If you that's how you parley then keep that where you stay Don't bring it here son not in this section switch ya direction Cause da only affection you gonna get is da errection of my four fif Sure ta leave you hard and stiff HAHA I'm havin fun wit this kid too Still sick wit da lyrical flu when ya'll gonna make me pick up da pencil And actully start ta write so ya'll can gradually start ta bite It's aight I ain't gone be pissed off not as much as this b***h is soft Of course talkin like he floss HA! ***** please Check da profile for da glow on my cross get lost Niggas know my steeze I'm duckin D's this ***** SUCKIN D's no apologies I won't stop lyricly dissin these fake G's gay wit apostraphies Ya'll not stopin me I'm sittin at da top like da sun Number 1# this s**t is fun cause lord knows If I was wearin panty hoes son still couldn't give me a run. NEXT!!!!!! HAHA! ******** outta here Dynasty
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:19 am
p***y boy don't ******** wit' me 'cuz I'll turn you inside out,
Fist you and grab your womb and tear your himen out,
Microscopic d**k compared to the size of his momma's c**t
it's disgusting s**t this little b***h loves dyke lips,
I might s**t all over his game and wipe my a** wit' his lyrics and chain his neck,
No tec needed in this battle of text,
I'll wear him away by droppin' a series of anvils,
Fallin' from buildings 'cuz my burdens heavier than the destructive nature of cancer,
Be quick to b-b-b-back down,
Your ********' idol sat the his ********' a** down,
Get it over with 'cuz I got you in my vision
and if you don't wanna die then *****, you better listen...
So random..I think that's "gangsta" rap.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 12:38 pm
Makairo p***y boy don't ******** wit' me 'cuz I'll turn you inside out, Fist you and grab your womb and tear your himen out, Microscopic d**k compared to the size of his momma's c**t it's disgusting s**t this little b***h loves dyke lips, I might s**t all over his game and wipe my a** wit' his lyrics and chain his neck, No tec needed in this battle of text, I'll wear him away by droppin' a series of anvils, Fallin' from buildings 'cuz my burdens heavier than the destructive nature of cancer, Be quick to b-b-b-back down, Your ********' idol sat the his ********' a** down, Get it over with 'cuz I got you in my vision and if you don't wanna die then *****, you better listen... So random..I think that's "gangsta" rap. that's gangsta HAHA! Naw son pay attention Son gangsta is this when I put da four fif ta ya lips and tell you ta kiss s**t gangsta is when I grin after I leave you slump in a garbage bin Take ya girlfriend right in front of ya face and make her bend Bust shots for real not pretend gangsta is when I tell ya moms Her son been found Body parts chopped all around town When a ***** talk down and you bust off da pound Right on da spot lay his a** out on da ground Bound by ya feet in concreat vicious s**t dump you in da water Have you sleepin wit da fishes quick mob ties ***** Sleepin wit fly's cause of lie's you diggin ya own grave wigga You'll never pull a trigga he softer than Pooh Bear and Tigga And that ain't hard ta tell you frail and steady false like fairy tales He get locked his a** u'll swell I get locked I'm released ******** da bail Everybody actin like he hard when his rhymes cuter than Sonic & Tails And that's da facts jack G when I bust off da mack At this whack cat's fitted cap and push his s**t back Or ta be exact wrap his a** in a loop for proof No ties no loop and have his a** bunjie jumpin off a project roof. HAHA! WOOO NOW THAT'S GANGSTA *****!!!!!!!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 2:16 pm
Fifty5104 Makairo p***y boy don't ******** wit' me 'cuz I'll turn you inside out, Fist you and grab your womb and tear your himen out, Microscopic d**k compared to the size of his momma's c**t it's disgusting s**t this little b***h loves dyke lips, I might s**t all over his game and wipe my a** wit' his lyrics and chain his neck, No tec needed in this battle of text, I'll wear him away by droppin' a series of anvils, Fallin' from buildings 'cuz my burdens heavier than the destructive nature of cancer, Be quick to b-b-b-back down, Your ********' idol sat the his ********' a** down, Get it over with 'cuz I got you in my vision and if you don't wanna die then *****, you better listen... So random..I think that's "gangsta" rap. that's gangsta HAHA! Naw son pay attention Son gangsta is this when I put da four fif ta ya lips and tell you ta kiss s**t gangsta is when I grin after I leave you slump in a garbage bin Take ya girlfriend right in front of ya face and make her bend Bust shots for real not pretend gangsta is when I tell ya moms Her son been found Body parts chopped all around town When a ***** talk down and you bust off da pound Right on da spot lay his a** out on da ground Bound by ya feet in concreat vicious s**t dump you in da water Have you sleepin wit da fishes quick mob ties ***** Sleepin wit fly's cause of lie's you diggin ya own grave wigga You'll never pull a trigga he softer than Pooh Bear and Tigga And that ain't hard ta tell you frail and steady false like fairy tales He get locked his a** u'll swell I get locked I'm released ******** da bail Everybody actin like he hard when his rhymes cuter than Sonic & Tails And that's da facts jack G when I bust off da mack At this whack cat's fitted cap and push his s**t back Or ta be exact wrap his a** in a loop for proof No ties no loop and have his a** bunjie jumpin off a project roof. HAHA! WOOO NOW THAT'S GANGSTA *****!!!!!!! Calls himself 5-0 'cuz that's how many votes I'm beatin' him by, This *****'s so wack he had to copy MY lines!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 2:41 pm
One hit K.O is what Mak tried to lay down -
to bad he's bout as threatinin' as a circus clown.
He's got a big red nose - but thats cause I just clocked him;
admire me b***h - cause you know i just shocked him.
One touch had enough static to re-akwen a dead body -
In addition I prove his material is shoddy.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:54 pm
Makairo Fifty5104 Makairo p***y boy don't ******** wit' me 'cuz I'll turn you inside out, Fist you and grab your womb and tear your himen out, Microscopic d**k compared to the size of his momma's c**t it's disgusting s**t this little b***h loves dyke lips, I might s**t all over his game and wipe my a** wit' his lyrics and chain his neck, No tec needed in this battle of text, I'll wear him away by droppin' a series of anvils, Fallin' from buildings 'cuz my burdens heavier than the destructive nature of cancer, Be quick to b-b-b-back down, Your ********' idol sat the his ********' a** down, Get it over with 'cuz I got you in my vision and if you don't wanna die then *****, you better listen... So random..I think that's "gangsta" rap. that's gangsta HAHA! Naw son pay attention Son gangsta is this when I put da four fif ta ya lips and tell you ta kiss s**t gangsta is when I grin after I leave you slump in a garbage bin Take ya girlfriend right in front of ya face and make her bend Bust shots for real not pretend gangsta is when I tell ya moms Her son been found Body parts chopped all around town When a ***** talk down and you bust off da pound Right on da spot lay his a** out on da ground Bound by ya feet in concreat vicious s**t dump you in da water Have you sleepin wit da fishes quick mob ties ***** Sleepin wit fly's cause of lie's you diggin ya own grave wigga You'll never pull a trigga he softer than Pooh Bear and Tigga And that ain't hard ta tell you frail and steady false like fairy tales He get locked his a** u'll swell I get locked I'm released ******** da bail Everybody actin like he hard when his rhymes cuter than Sonic & Tails And that's da facts jack G when I bust off da mack At this whack cat's fitted cap and push his s**t back Or ta be exact wrap his a** in a loop for proof No ties no loop and have his a** bunjie jumpin off a project roof. HAHA! WOOO NOW THAT'S GANGSTA *****!!!!!!! Calls himself 5-0 'cuz that's how many votes I'm beatin' him by, This *****'s so wack he had to copy MY lines! yo son on da real I freed that whole thing so if you used that line then oh well but I don't even pay attention ta none of ya (CORNY) s**t so why would I copy it stare and 1 more thing son how da ******** you beatin WHAT!!! Are you beatin me in 5-0 HAHA! Better stop lettin these gaia kids hype ya head up get ya s**t outta da clouds. beatin me HA! ******** outta here
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:07 pm
Quote: Calls himself 5-0 'cuz that's how many votes I'm beatin' him by, And Easy Mak is so wack he had to copy MY lines! I said it first Mak!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 6:29 am
Green cause i'm jealous - Why?
cause i can't suck as bad as you - even if if i try.
Your scope must be smudged - cause I aint in it -
maybe you need a new one - see if you can swing it*.
I sound like an orchestra, you're a lonely kazoo,
when sound comes out your mouth it resembles poo - poo.
I had to simplify my vocab - make sure you understand,
cause to croos the street you still hold your momma's hand.
SO, like B2K you just got served -
I'm staight as an arrow - but some would say you're curved**
Explanation:
I was all outta material from the battle I did last night w/ WBAC so my line might have been sorta weird and confusing...
* swing it = see if you have enough money
**weak play on straight [vs] gay
[P.S.] I know i fed like a leech
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
