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Maddiox 3

PostPosted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 6:44 pm


I'm accepting all challengers in a freestyle battle. Just P.M me for details...

*coughs* Drago
PostPosted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 1:47 pm


Some of it was pretty dope. I like the skull, and liberty bell line, and stuff like that. But sometimes it got repetitive, and you seem to curse even when it's unnecessary for emphasizing effect.

Also, don't ruin your raps with little sound effects.

Don't run up the Midwest soundin' like Young Jeezy with kidney stones.

The Jashu


The Jashu

PostPosted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 4:06 pm


Aight' you called me out, so, lets see it.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 4:18 pm


Ay yo you know that my rhymes are tight
your rhymes are black and white
you change your style up quick
like a Hermaphrodite
I'm gonna kill your flow now and send it to the afterlife
and by this time tonight
you'll feel the sacrifice

you think your rhymes are hard
but talk's cheap
you'd better sing my background with the rest of these geeks
i'm not done, so go follow my livestock
you're better off with blues, pop country, why not?
but when it comes to rap, you're played out like high tops

wanna battle Maddiox?
can't get the best of him
i stack up my rhymes as if they were some Mexicans
so if you gettin 'em
dollars just holla
my demographic is simple
everybody and their momma!

Maddiox 3


The Jashu

PostPosted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 5:13 pm


Hurricane.
Midwest.
Chi-town. Represent.

Your rhymes are tight but in the since of a toilet paper roll,
Weak, soft, and flimsy, and wiped on my a** as a whole,
My goal is to straighten you clowns that are clumsy,
So many running around here like a circus among me,
I'm a Bun B, raised in the South, straight out of the slums,
You a hungry b***h, tryin' to fill your mouth with some crumbs,
You bums shoot off your yap, while I shoot off my guns,
Puns, metaphors, I raise all of hell Monday to Sunday, back to back,
Got you bleeding crimson, like a period everyday out your a** crack,
You lack the fact that you only act the part;
But in theater you get straight A's at the mark,
For your man-boob rack, not your lyrics, they get whacked in the west,
And this ain't a puberty phase your tryin' to shrug off your chest,
How you gonna best the best, if your still crawlin' out the nest,
Lest I remind you, the facts, like your families relation, incest,
Your the pest, I'm the pesticide, your the man, I'm the genocide,
My flow will destroy you inside, like AIDS spread by lies,
And you won't rise from the ashes, you'll be buried alive,
Like the knife, takin' your live, and lockin' you in the casket,
A tisket a tasket, front with me, and get tossed in the body basket,
Take your face and mask it, like how I drive my Phantom over your opera,
This ain't fantasy, ninjas don't got no chakra, instead,
I head chumps like you to get stuffed into their lockah's,
I'm a precision glockah, from the Midwest, we're far past reckless,
You should listen unless you feel comfortable tryin' to floss your necklace.


Aight, theres a shabby one I whipped up for ya.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 8:53 pm


Maddiox 3
I'm accepting all challengers in a freestyle battle. Just P.M me for details...

*coughs* Drago


OH Jeez...

I am going to beat this man
Look at this lame cat I should ban
Him for ever coming to a flow with me
See I be the best the ever will be
You just a buster who can't come close to what I spit
I will make you throw a fit just like a 18 year old chick
See you probley come from the Suburbs and you heard Kick Push
So you think you a rapper and you can come to me boy you need to flee
Cause I come from GI were I can give boys a dollar to have your head for a fee
Do you really want me?
Boy your like a glass of good Orange Juice you shook
Because in the hood we all know there is no such thing as Half Way Crooks
So why don't you go home and watch 8-Mile
Because I just put you in my lyrical File
Of People who can't mess with me
Peace and forever Drago the Almighty

Drago_the_Blackrose

Anxious Pirate

14,450 Points
  • Invisibility 100
  • Battle: KO 200
  • Jolly Roger 50

Maddiox 3

PostPosted: Tue May 01, 2007 6:27 pm


Hmm...

I'm the angel of death
and I think you're next
it's time to take your last step
and breathe your last breath
because for some reason
you got in your mindset
that you're the almighty
you're superb and you're the best
in the words of Nikcel
you're a phony a fake a fraud
am I'm not gonna start kissing a**
cause you're a mod
you claim you go so hard
but your rhymes are made of fluff
so right now in this rap
i'm callin your bullshit bluff
you live in a fantasy world
under a house of cards
you empire's gonna crumble
because I have done my job
you say you come from GI?
what are you trying to say
I hail from Baltimore *****
we'll cap on you any day
so before you try to get me
you'd better just do the math
I shitted on you and Jashu
now watch me sit back and laugh!

(please don't ban me...)
PostPosted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:38 pm


Those mean streets of Baltimore...Were people use yachts to travel
Those Mean Streets of Baltimore...Were you eat Caviar for Treats
Those Mean Streets of Baltimore Come on man lets get real...
Boy you go to private school so who you kidden lets make a deal
I won't bring up your rich up bringing if you just shut up
I won't bring up that your girl friend is probley one of those rich sluts
You one of the reasons why hip hop is dieing you are from Baltimore man
BALTIMORE when's the last time anything happenned over there damn
You worry more about your trust fund then anything

Trust me man you don't want with me
I heard you yellen but you ain't said nothing to me
You need to flee before I get mad and and have to make you sad
I will unleash a hail of fire and brimstone and when you wake up you wish you were in hell
Because when I start my rhymes just start to set sail
So stop failing around and behind over and taking from the back
Because we all know how Maddiox and those boys like it in Baltimore
Man those mean streets of Baltimore... Were you will get sued if you stepp on your neighbors grass.
Those Mean Streets of Baltimore were the Porsche's move Fast
Those mean streets of Baltimore man...Where any body can last

You call yourself the angel of Death
Well there won't be nothing left
After I am done with you and I am going to say true
Baltimore is as soft as Dru-hill
I am going to make sure you fill me but first you have to see me
You can't see me but I can see you and I show you who is going to Leave
I am goign to sharpen my knife and cleave
Take your tongue and slap you with it
Because people like you make me sick so I am going to slit
Your throat slowly let your blood drip over my coat
Make sure your remember what a true MC is so I am going to leave you a float
Belly up in the middle of the ocean.
Remember I am DRAGO not a Flaming Homo like yourself.

Drago_the_Blackrose

Anxious Pirate

14,450 Points
  • Invisibility 100
  • Battle: KO 200
  • Jolly Roger 50

The Jashu

PostPosted: Wed May 02, 2007 2:35 pm


Hurricane. Midwest. Represent.
Man, I'm tired of burnin' you fools, So I'ma let you sizzle slow,
I'll take your nappy a** out in a single flow.

I'm tired of playin' now, so here we go.

Stay on guard, my toxic lyrics burn like acid,
My rhymes are hard, while yours are soft n' flaccid,
My name? Hurricane, no need to ask it,
Cuz dasit' your done, say nighty-night son,
My balls been on your chin since 1991,
And the sun, --blown away by Hurricane's typhoon,
My Baretta bites you b***h and howls to the moon,
Boom, Baltimore burned and buried to bits,
Along with the rest of you wannabe gangstas with tits,
I'll fill you with clips, before a word crosses your lips,
Like Bloods and Crips, leave you blue and red,
Got the American Flag tattooed into your head,
Dead, fool, we leave you shot, and snatch your shorty in the Midwest,
And you can come back, when your crew ain't a d**k-less,
PostPosted: Wed May 02, 2007 3:12 pm


Two on one It takes a weak ***** to call that fun
Yall talk the talk but cant run the run
You call your town gary what the ******** is that
Ya town is wacker then shaq
Im gonna blaze Chi town next
That s**t is wacker then joe budden
And dumber then elmer fudd en
I dont need to fear your ryhmes
But by the time mines over
Have yo asses cryin on yo momma shoulder
Come to baltimore and see what i mean
While you guys stuck in yo houses eatin some lean cuisines
kick it back in yo home town
Say that s**t B-More we burn you in the ground
What hip experts come from yo town
maybe Bitches like justin what gos around comes around
While yall are anticipating
i already started inateing <******** the waitin while we were creatin
Yall phonys start hatein an
we dont worry Gangstas in ya town
weak as toy soilders
I shouldnt be tellin everyone
already told ya

(I didnt wanna get in but you guys made me bringin towns)

Ace Zero


Maddiox 3

PostPosted: Wed May 02, 2007 5:12 pm


We're taking the Freestyle thread with full force! Time to kill 'em Ace! Let's show them what B-More's really about.

welcome to my town
i'll cut it quick and shut you *****'s down
no clownin around
leave you in a trunk gagged and bound
where is your style?
you got it from the ******** lost and found
but Jamie Kennedy needs to get it back safe and sound

I'll give it all i got
full speed ahead on my yacht
i'll drop my anchor down here
cause your head is the docks
you're just another wannabe
you *****'s can't stack up to me
cause I'm the only real O.G
come on, let's show em who we be

You say you ******** with the midwest
well ***** you've just lost
the only thing gansta about the midwest
barbeque sauce
and with you weak a** rhymes how the hell are you the boss
***** I'll stress until I'm blue just to get it across

let's put up baltimore posters
cause we're the dopest I approach this
with ease you ******** sleeze
bottom line, you're hopeless

as this rap overload builds
the rhymes just keep on spillin
we're fighting majin buu
***** think of your own villian
because when I penetrate
it's for certain it's pure hurtin
I go hard as steel
my footwork is blazin
for you it's curtains

you'll never see me runnin
you'll never see me surrender
I'll lay you out then walk away like there's no other contender
I render you bitches tender
career ender
run up with one with knock outs
got you switchin your gender
put up your dukes
these coooks wanna blow up like nukes
nothing but flukes
i'll send all you coooks crying to ma dukes
so go on and start runnin
i'll give you a head start
you'd leave your pride right here if you were really ******** smart

go on and take off running kids
knock you both down like the twin towers
better scram and don't come back through my hood
this is your final hour
PostPosted: Wed May 02, 2007 5:16 pm


(I aint doin this with you or for you its because they disrepsected my home town surprised )

Ace Zero


The Jashu

PostPosted: Wed May 02, 2007 6:22 pm


Hurricane.
Midwest still spinnin' twisters around you soft bitches.
Lets see some lyrics instead of these weak gimmicks.

I don't disrespect no town, you do it yourselves,
I'll knock your heads off, and display em' on my shelves,
Snap, crackle, and pop, my drop, decimates you elves,
Cells, filled with chumps from this circus called B-town,
I ain't laughin', but there sure as hell ain't such thing as a G-Clown,
Hear my sound? The hurricane is comin' in, and it's pourin',
How you gonna play me, when my girl, Katrina ******** up New Orleans,

Leave you as orphans, jack a plane and run it through your house,
Don't plee with pity, I've seen you with chicks that have dicks in their blouse,
I'll smoke out a mouse, and the rest of your rats too,
Because in Chi-town, we drop the silence and let the gats brew,
Screw over your ancestry and leave em' in body bags,
So go d**k around with each other, I know you two are naughty fags,
PostPosted: Wed May 02, 2007 6:51 pm


It's time to end this!!!

you call yourself the hurricane
more like a slight breeze
i come around and plague your town
like a bad disease
you're getting on my nerves
cause your rhymes are real shitty
b-more's coming through to destroy the windy city
you'd better say something real
cause I spit just how I feel
and I feel like I'm about to go in for the kill

when people talk about Chi town it gets real quiet
so count your blessings little kid
i'm going on a diet
don't try it, don't ever come back
admit defeat
and my appetite is great and a dog's gotta eat
and I feed off you lame a** rappers and your beats
just please leave, you know you can't survive on the streets
i don't need to pack no heat
I can kill you with my fists
and one lame cat named Jashu is next on my list

Drago is old news
he's at home safe and sound
or I'll get Nikcel up in this b***h
and he can calm his a** down
and why do you always were masks
you never try to show your face
because you know what you are
and what your are is a disgrace
to the rapper's race---
So read this and leave
i'll leave your conscious black
so let's hear it for GI, come on where you at?!
(everything is quiet)
"I guess no ganster rappers from Gary came out tonight...oh well!"

Maddiox 3


The Jashu

PostPosted: Thu May 03, 2007 1:59 pm


Hurricane. Midwest. Still whoopin' ya a**. Check.

They call me Hurricane cuz I storm emcees dead,
They call you Maddiox cuz you sick in the head,
I'll murder you b***h while you play with a d**k in your bed,
Leave your bedspread red, after I let loose the led,
Chi-town ain't got time for you shy clowns,
After we bury you bitches, you'll know not to ******** around,
Windy city, thats where the thugs n' hustlas at,
Baltimore, Maryland? Where the ******** is that?
Hurricane will levitate you fools off the map,
Then have your girl foolin' with em' on his lap,
Your mouth is like an a*****e, spittin' a whole lot of s**t,
I'm gonna constipate it with death, so you'll be spittin' out a clip,
You wanna be my homedawg, , so obey and sit,
Matter fact, play dead, cuz we'll shove a gun in your c**t',
When people talk about Chi-town, it does get quiet,
Cuz bitches choke when they hear Hurricane reign by it,
Jenny Craig mother ******** sayin' he runs the trap,
Next thing you know, he'll run with waterguns in his strap,
Aight' I'm game if you say you wanna knuckle up,
But your on a ride to hell, so you better buckle up,
Stomp on you with rhymes that cut like a switchblade,
While your down there, tell me how my d**k taste,

Midwest. Hurricane. Chi-town fine.
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