Hold on bro, I'll let ya gain your composure, I'm afraid your rhymes be up for foreclosure Too afraid to battle a man so you chose to battle Ms. Renee, typical virgin cliche You verses are dead weight, I'll take pride when I desecrate you, promise me you won't procreate Hip hop hip hippity hop, mmbop, your little cherry is gonna go pop, more rhymes that sound like be penned by Kidzbop Your brain is placid, bro you did too much acid, like Betty White said, suck my dick, i knew you were a prick but damn bro you be a cactus You got practice fucking that fake vagina apparatus, while yo be updating your status, I be in the cloud, stratus Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you're actually literate Maybe I've just hit the bong, maybe your brain is like a spigot, bigot You ever even used your cock? Actually shot a glock? Probably wear those ugly ass crocs, only jizzed in socks, I mean really you consider that a response? You must be the Ponce But you don't even know what that means, you ain't worth a hill of beans That one probably escaped your weak cognitive ability as well This shit is as old as dial up AOL
lets get it cracking, when I word it and type somebodies hurtin tonight - vultures perch on the mic I'm counting thousands of elephants in between your thunder cause you nervous in fright your storm retreats, my man, you ain't versin this type but I snap like traps that kill vermin and mice ya'll craven, I stir up a fight, but nobodies joining cause they shook, running off, but thats what I do I got people jumping out their skin like baby kangaroos
Wow that's really cute What you thought you would scare me? I slash mics on the daily, so prepare to be buried. Tldr cause your stupid as fuck Rapping bout bustin nuts & I'm the one whose the slut? All that gimmick shit you flow is annoying like the hiccups Like a newborn baby that nasty shit is spit up. You rap about sex cause you can't get your dick up And guess what? After this your gonna need a pick up. You stepped to the schism with lame flows and old jokes Not knowing the shit I would spit would be so cut throat Now listen , I didn't want to do it but you pushed me I'm the reason niggas tuck their dicks in their pussies You're exposed , you can't flow and it shows Like a dirty nigga , different day same fucking clothes. My rhymes so fluid like the type O in my veins Bet you want a transfusion cause your raps are so lame. I'm insane , have satan whisper things in your ear You'll be dead the next morning face sliced from ear to ear You'll be gone and the whole world will rejoice And I'll go kill the dirty bitch who dared to give you a voice I'm sorry man but really, I had no choice Have to stop the virus at all costs and your moms pussys the source Now you think I'm loco? Nah grab the rope bro If you haven't learned yet, I'll teach you with this chokehold Now SCREAM, oh you can't? The rope is too tight? What you say man? You said you're seeing the light? Well Ill gouge your fucking eyes out so it's dark as night Won't take too long to end this bitch niggas life. You sniffed my potent lines now get lost in this moment It's the sacrilegious schism forever and always the coldest.
Lemme get em' Responding to me sounds good IN theory, Acid straight out the lab like the names Tim Leery, Start sweating a ton when you do stand near me, So hot, i don't think the Ice Age will cure me, I'm done saying the word nigga, i'm over that, They ask where i went...I was getting my swagger back, Come rolling through eating applejacks in-a-Cadillac with the fatest ass i've seen since losin' my cataracts. I Come on the track like i was getting head from Danika Patrick, Stand-up-to-Acid Get Blasted and backhanded so fast i'll be leaving your ass landing backwards, I'm back up in this bitch with a knife in her stomach, I'm a hot head and this volcanoes erruptin', sick of all these assumptions saying i'm a racist homophobic, more like wasted on patron shit, more like wake up and smell the roses, more like i'm baked off some home grown shit, some real in the zone shit, more like i'm bout to grab the telephone and tell my boss to blow dick, So high i might slap Jimi Hendrix's ghost bitch even he the whole reason we smokin ,you pulled the wrong card, Go fish, I was starting to think that you didn't notice that battle that i posted, I was gonna spit some nasty shit you in your inbox, and that would've of been the dirtiest time you been in box... i shouldn't have to explain this shit
@[member="Acidphere"] four lines is all it takes to destroy your hope, spit and snort you like I did four lines of dope, fire and smoke, burning and pillaging villages flames so hot they burn a pigs I.R. and thermal imaging, synergy of the trifecta of death, with rope, scope or dope, leave you afloat, without a paddle, you best bring your A game to battle, so before you step to without verses strong as straight coke, best remember I'm god, bitch, I got the power to let you sink or float. (I'm not sure if this is 4 lines, nor am i sure if its considered "tonight", what with time zones and all)
I do what others do in 16 bars in 4 lines, on whack ass rappers I dines My rhymes dressed to the nines, the trophy is mines Through my window the sun shines, Silhouette enigma it defines My name up in neon signs, soon autographs I decline, be writing for the Vines, all the bitches after my designs and all the planets align
Ha, dressed to the nines? You couldn't dress yourself, so take a step back before you distress yourself, arrest yourself, hiding behind bars so thick you sound like a retard, but I'm a plasma cutter burning through the stutter, speak up don't mutter, talking autographs, break your fingers so you cant even sign your name, your shit's tame, leave you grasping at my tailcoat trying to leech onto my fame,like your laces tied,your tripping while I hit freethrows up in this game
apparently they got u as an intelligent rapper u say u slash mikes daily? u shuda heard my laughter powers what im after, pussy like u dont mean shit im tryna pronounce the words that made the red sea split im that one mc u dont really want beef with my flow is open water u can read n get sea sick matter fact gimme that rope il make a lyrical noose il rock ya body as my chain and claim spiritual use ya worst fear is im loose, i adhere to the truth i take a whack rappers teeth and sear it in soup i come thru in a digital lookin coupe got soldiers hoppin out of lucifers missin boot go spend a century in the booth and come challenge me when your through
You gotta be kidding yourself, aren't we full of oneself? Yea, I be a little special, but I gots proof of a brain do you? My lyrical downpour torrential, by the way don't fuck with my voodoo, I am a Tribbadoher bard but I am no retard, saying thing like that will leave ya scarred aight? I'll cut you like hot butter, while I fucking stutter, you're just another bland cookie cutter, been seen before, brain damaging bore, other like you have came, talking bout your A game, like your shit's a gold claim, pissing on the flame, proclaiming yo fame, your stink lingers, thought I'd have a challenge but just another damn disappointing douchecanoe shame, look another battle slipped through yo fingers...
Step to this God, prepare to pay penance, so step back while I decide on appropriate sentence. You can try rapping, but step in real life, just see your lips flapping, I dont just rap, my voice rings, panties drop when they hearing me sing, you don't hear a thing, double slap to your ears so your disorientated, better sort your will, buried or cremated, now Ima leave you with this jealousy of me I created, plus I'm really bored of you, cant look at you anymore, my eyes jaded
And bitch, I thought this was a four line verse? You wanna break those rules, I'll get you leaving in a hearse
Naw the first was a 4 line verse, I told you don't fuck with my voodoo curse. Technically it's only one line, grasp at straws that's fine
I'll slap you back with your own snapback as you try and backtrack, so dont talk back, take your money like blackjack
Yakity Yak, don't talk back, go home and jack, blow your stack, what the frickity frack, I'm the whole ball of wax, I carry the executioners axe
It ain't easy lookin' this good, I put work in this Unload clips, your body does the twerk from the hits I murk kids, send emcees home like drunks in cabs Acidphere's ass is queer, his style's dope as bunk tabs He don't know skunk and dabs, he fucks with seeds and stems Temptin' him to slit his wrists as he reads these gems Lyrics off the top like the beat feeds me perfect tens Not even nearly taking a loss, kids faking and floss Jacking their palms off still living at mom's house Every time I open my mouth droppin' bombs out Brings closure to poseurs and their urban overexposure [SIZE=12pt]I'm the splash of cold water in the face that sobers[/SIZE]
Got a weed bank, no help to my parents gee thanks, gassed like three tanks, I'll smack yo mom with a beef frank, Let me be frank its probably the biggest piece of meat she been seeing these days, until last nights three way, she rode me like the damn freeway, I don't discriminate take a Emo chick on a dinner date, help her find her inner faith than take her out to figure skate, Than i dug her hole out, and I'm not talking digging graves, take her home and than i give her the shiver legs, and tell her "see life aint about daddy issues and razor blades" and chugged a lemonade Gatorade that i bought with my neighbors change, Rappers talk a lot of squawk but never bang I banged an emo chick and now im thinking she gave me aids, So during a lightning storm i tied her to the weather-vane, Acidphere the same old because some things just never change. yada yada yada something bout my cheddar game.
I'm chillin like a villain dumpin onions off in ash trays, Reading thru this trash n scum, shit, none of Yall were that great, While you were watchin hentai I was out gettin the rent paid, I cut it straight, you seem to have a bent blade.. I've been the shit since tenth grade, N fuck, I need to snatch a pair of glasses, could've swore I read that massive faggot acidphere was rappin, N that hoe Renee, I guess her flow was straight, if you were stoned n baked enough to say it's straight, but then the problems tryna stay awake, I get bored a lot, So consequently I may have to Serve you like a porter chop to 7 hungry boars, it's not A problem, I'm shittin across the county like a por-ta-pot, N once you cross the line I'm stretchin bitches like a border cop, I can't afford a lot but This 40 glock was a bargain, 2 extra mags n a holster, 250 so I was sorta shocked, N if it's hot, we can sort it out, I can murk you, then dump it, N live my next 6 months secretly in a hoarders house, You talkin tough cuz your drunk? I'll snatch your liquor, pour it out, then slap your bitch n put massive dick in her whorish mouth, N I'm just clownin for the moment til one of you fuckin Pussies grow a set, then killed 'fore you get your chorus out Lol