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Originally Posted by pigninja
it's cool that you think
somehow i'm defeated
your raps are too simple
but you my friend are concieted
i was browsing this page
and i came up on some beats
sounds like you're in 3rd grade
with that shit you call street
just like your week flow
your instrumentals are soft
you backing jo-jo-joker?
or you just jerking him off?
sounds like you're boys with a faggot
and he's reeming your anus
tag teaming each other
saying "my rhymes are str8 genius"
your flow is commercial
and like everything else
my shits no rehearsal
and i still got the belt
you rhyme like dr suess
but i don't like green eggs and ham
there's some juice on your lip
oh wait now i know what it is man
it's from jokers wet pussy
my guess is your cocks in his tushy
this is a joke for me bro
this is my simplest flow
i'm not even trying
and somehow i strike blow after blow
you probably read my freestlye
and say that i like what you got
but the truth is my smile
is because you're sucking my cock
all i did was praise joker
and you raised your hand first
"let me blow you over and over"
i said sure i'll just squirt
then i realized i was the joker
and you were the fag
i snapped out of it quick
and rose from my nap
it was a fucking nightmare
oh yeah, joker gave you the clap
so that right there
is my story for you
about how you sucked joker off
until his balls became blue
you sucked his ball salt
and ate his nut like you do
you said "it has protein"
no shame in being gay
but don't act like a thug
and take it in the ass everyday
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You come up on here, trying to act all rudimental
I'll knock those teeth out your mouth, leaving ur bills strictly dental
With my blast of knowledge, and i can tell you have zero
I bet when it comes to MC's, Oprah Winfrey's your hero
Please young adoloscent don't try to contest this
Or i'll have you packaged and sold, just like swedish fish
Talk about me being gay? Ha, fool, check your mouth
Like a tumor, heard a rumor, you and Elton John went down south
On eachother, yeah if ain't true that's at least what u wishing
My rhymes stay pure science, while yours are merely fiction
A hypocratical rant, a fudge-packing chant
Is all you're producing. Be creative! Oh wait, no u can't
You won't, you shouldn't, it's not in your agenda
I take fools like you and stuff em in my blender
Hit it on low speed, maybe chop or pulse
You say you rap so fluently? That statement is false
By your rhymes i'm repulsed, that shit makes me convulse
It's too easy too diss your style, it's simply an impulse
So next time you ever try to contest the lyrical miracle
Be forewarned, your rhymes are wet and soggy like cereal