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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:06 pm
Like a boomerang you come right back what good is that when what you type is wack Go on son, read and react This ain't nothin to me I'm chilled out and relaxed Smoking on a blunt and kicked back still got what it takes to prove your s**t wack Saying s**t like "I'm in the Hall of Fame" Funny at the induction never heard em Call ya name Now stop bragging and hang ya head in shame.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 6:41 pm
your one to talk walking around wit fairy wings u should stop smoking blunts so u could start saying things cause only s**t u could say was homeboy was whack well if those is yo punchlines im knockin u out in 10 secs flat why waste my time and tear up tymoo when al he do is flop like shammo dog u cant rhyme if this was wrestling youd be pint so hide your smelly flow and take this mint
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 12:21 am
Damn right i got game Im a hood rat, livin grimy, lay you out the ******** i was "gettin some head" When u was "gettin p***y" life in your bed ***** need to get off his a** and make some ******** think im playin Aint playin Knock this ***** out he know what im sayin/ I was poppin some ratz While u was dissin shitty rhymes wit yo shitty katz Get the ******** out my way befo i get you with gatz/
im gonna make an audio for this one.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:53 am
You might as well take the thug part outta ya name This shits the same, another wanna be gangsta tryna get some fame This aint no game like grand theft auto, cause you only get once change If you ******** up, its like you infront of some cute hoes and you piss ya pants Leave now because they chant my name, like I was an international star Niggas on my d**k hard, and so many bitches pullin me I cant go far You should understand Babyface is ya name and spittin bull is ya thing See my raps be finger licking good like chicken wings So learn to rap and come back into this thread and do some damage Cause im OG Scarface and my rhymes you cant manage
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 12:24 pm
For those that's unmanagable I'm Mark Cuban Produce your last hit like the Black Rick Ruben I'm here to block your goal kinda like Alonzo Mourning Your flow comes close to CHICKEN cause it's on the SIDE CORNY Man they chant my name like they tryna get some rain from me Different flows but everybody gets the same money Cause I'll put you flow to halt I'll be damned if I get thrown out by this SHORTSTOP
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 3:10 pm
Wack a** b*****d 'bout to feel crunchy, I eat garbage rappers as an appetizer when I got the munchies, Girls got pussies so I politely greet 'em, And a dude whose a p***y? Just like wit' a b***h I'll eat 'em, Last guy to post is to whom this is aimin', Tyrant - don't b***h, these are the rules so I ain't flamin', I'm just takin' my crown as king of the Diss, Come wit' all the punches you got - you'll swing and miss, Make contact I'll ask "Did you ring, miss?" Go 'head and diss me - I won't give 2 squirts of piss, To end it - i'll bend over, now give it a kiss.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 3:22 pm
Makairo Wack a** b*****d 'bout to feel crunchy, I eat garbage rappers as an appetizer when I got the munchies, Girls got pussies so I politely greet 'em, And a dude whose a p***y? Just like wit' a b***h I'll eat 'em, Last guy to post is to whom this is aimin', Tyrant - don't b***h, these are the rules so I ain't flamin', I'm just takin' my crown as king of the Diss, Come wit' all the punches you got - you'll swing and miss, Make contact I'll ask "Did you ring, miss?" Go 'head and diss me - I won't give 2 squirts of piss, To end it - i'll bend over, now give it a kiss. whoa! Swing and miss? No, I'm batting 1.000 Never knew that shades would ever make one's mind clouded I don't PITCH but I'm still BURNING the MOUND I'll take the MAK off of this dude and turn it around Looking at himself got him mesmerized scared stiff All these claims as if I got lesser rhymes? There myths! So you might as well be a fable from Aseop Please do not flinch remain stable when they pop blao!!! ha haaaaaaa!!!!
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 3:39 pm
Capricious Tyrant Makairo Wack a** b*****d 'bout to feel crunchy, I eat garbage rappers as an appetizer when I got the munchies, Girls got pussies so I politely greet 'em, And a dude whose a p***y? Just like wit' a b***h I'll eat 'em, Last guy to post is to whom this is aimin', Tyrant - don't b***h, these are the rules so I ain't flamin', I'm just takin' my crown as king of the Diss, Come wit' all the punches you got - you'll swing and miss, Make contact I'll ask "Did you ring, miss?" Go 'head and diss me - I won't give 2 squirts of piss, To end it - i'll bend over, now give it a kiss. whoa! Swing and miss? No, I'm batting 1.000 Never knew that shades would ever make one's mind clouded I don't PITCH but I'm still BURNING the MOUND I'll take the MAK off of this dude and turn it around Looking at himself got him mesmerized scared stiff All these claims as if I got lesser rhymes? There myths! So you might as well be a fable from Aseop Please do not flinch remain stable when they pop blao!!! ha haaaaaaa!!!! If that was all you had then there ain't much to say, I should leave you to regret, but I'll diss again anyway, The only burnin' mounds are the ones you drop into your toilet makin' that dirty water pop, He likes the feel of it slidin' down his thighs, ***** stares at s**t all day - losin' his mind, He dissed me, simply because I diss at him, I followed the rules - other *****'s just diss to sin But unlike them when I diss I diss to win, Which I've done in the past and for what's to come, Surprised this dude came back for another one, All the others were smart enough to take off and run, Let me burn his eyes wit' rhymes like my name's the Sun, Mic went missin' are you sure about that? Then what the hell's that cord hangin' out ya a**? Please step away before I deliver another punch, We already know your jaw's made out of glass.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 4:05 pm
Call me Timmy Turner I'll call on a Crimson Chin Saying he diss to win but he dissin to piss again Mic a** thanks for noticing I'll let it loose s**t it out. Ew. I'll use this to give it juice In working order now but it ain't nasty enough So I'll start spitting on it not it trashy to touch You want this back? huh? Before I'm resending this you know I had explode come hard for the finsh
(now that's some sick s**t)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 5:25 pm
Capricious Tyrant Call me Timmy Turner I'll call on a Crimson Chin Saying he diss to win but he dissin to piss again Mic a** thanks for noticing I'll let it loose s**t it out. Ew. I'll use this to give it juice In working order now but it ain't nasty enough So I'll start spitting on it not it trashy to touch You want this back? huh? Before I'm resending this you know I had explode come hard for the finsh (now that's some sick s**t) Ebony inked fingers cooked like chicken lingers, And that presence lingers - it's me you stupid, *****, I stay in place and unedited and unrevived, Should I die - I ghost and cause your soul to cry, Your eyes stay dry my life just endless while torturin' your mind you can't just stand by while I wipe away the grime off the mic, I blow hard lines - cleanse it wit' essence, Provide you wit' Hip-Hop - honesty lessons, Foolish *****; sick s**t comes not from tricks, b***h, Open wide and swallow that same s**t my a** dripped and now I kick to flip seats I sit and rescript piss you lift on page and waste creat- ivity so simply it's ugly - ********' pug, jeez, Just wheeze and let it all out - no flow more like a tounge caught my a cat is lodged between your lips in your mouth, s**t it out - like a mic, spit on it and then gimme, I'll rip you, you, and you again - unscripted - unlike 8 Mile's Jimmy, Sorry had to make it a little crazy and real, ***** knows not of the way honesty feels. (Sick s**t, right? ******** wit' that s**t. Mak just got semi-serious ya'll, be very careful when deciphering lyrics. )
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 5:54 pm
Makairo Capricious Tyrant Call me Timmy Turner I'll call on a Crimson Chin Saying he diss to win but he dissin to piss again Mic a** thanks for noticing I'll let it loose s**t it out. Ew. I'll use this to give it juice In working order now but it ain't nasty enough So I'll start spitting on it not it trashy to touch You want this back? huh? Before I'm resending this you know I had explode come hard for the finsh (now that's some sick s**t) Ebony inked fingers cooked like chicken lingers, And that presence lingers - it's me you stupid, *****, I stay in place and unedited and unrevived, Should I die - I ghost and cause your soul to cry, Your eyes stay dry my life just endless while torturin' your mind you can't just stand by while I wipe away the grime off the mic, I blow hard lines - cleanse it wit' essence, Provide you wit' Hip-Hop - honesty lessons, Foolish *****; sick s**t comes not from tricks, b***h, Open wide and swallow that same s**t my a** dripped and now I kick to flip seats I sit and rescript piss you lift on page and waste creat- ivity so simply it's ugly - ********' pug, jeez, Just wheeze and let it all out - no flow more like a tounge caught my a cat is lodged between your lips in your mouth, s**t it out - like a mic, spit on it and then gimme, I'll rip you, you, and you again - unscripted - unlike 8 Mile's Jimmy, Sorry had to make it a little crazy and real, ***** knows not of the way honesty feels. (Sick s**t, right? ******** wit' that s**t. Mak just got semi-serious ya'll, be very careful when deciphering lyrics. ) Omg.. XD 'Ro I'ma stop your spits like swabbing saliva You high on your sweetness like Pies rise up You ain't touching me and away you should stay Fry you inside your bed, Lyrical pate*! (HA!!) Kiss The cook! I'm a crook using hooks To penertrate your a*****e ***** your ******** cry out.. I DON'T WANNA DIE YET!! As I inspect your body and choose which part to dissect A favorite of mine, is the eyes The windows to the soul most of the time theres emptiness behind So most of your lines, your rhymes are not true And there is noone backing you dude, expect your ***** with a tube of lube Al Green on starting a groove (Damn..) I have the mind to stick ya, just to see how you scream Do you yell like a b***h, cause thats how it seems Janos didn't kick you out for no reason... He banned you because it's pick on 'Ro season. heart It's all love hun.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 6:07 pm
Fujin's a b***h - or is she isn't one 'cuz her p***y..hmm.. there isn't one - nothing to visit, son, Tranny on the loose - run, run, run, run xd
Play spits - b***h, play s**t, Play dicks instead of playin' c**t, I rock body you rock gravel, Stone *****'s and pound girl's like a judge's gavel?
Ew - into anything at any time, Surprised she finds the time to rhyme, Not tryin' to grime - just carryin' the topic along, If Fujin liked dudes I'd be the one stealin' her thongs.
heart Just ********' around, baby.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 2:30 pm
dissin you so much I could you a disstant cousin Popping you pimple-filled lines now your shits just pussin You're only solitary fan so stop the s**t Rip your salivary glands out to stop your spit I'm thinking that lack of funds puts a stop to your regimes ***** couldn't paper out of a copier machine Nobody's FILLING you keep your royal talk down Busting a CAP at yourself's the only way your getting a CROWN
(somebody had to spit at you)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 5:22 pm
Capricious Tyrant dissin you so much I could you a disstant cousin Popping you pimple-filled lines now your shits just pussin You're only solitary fan so stop the s**t Rip your salivary glands out to stop your spit I'm thinking that lack of funds puts a stop to your regimes ***** couldn't paper out of a copier machine Nobody's FILLING you keep your royal talk down Busting a CAP at yourself's the only way your getting a CROWN (somebody had to spit at you) I can shut your s**t without havin' to spit on you, ***** I'll destroy you even if I drooled on you, You ain't ready for me to get real, Damn right I got the crown - squire bow down and kneel, Already wrecked you once - shame on ******** you up here a second time - more shame on you, 3 times ******** your rhymes? I took your whole game from you, Layin' blazin' phrases to leave your mind dazed, Less than my normal and I still dug yo' a** a grave.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 7:40 pm
ok this is sad. Page 6 is just me and mak can someone else get in on this...
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