I try not to get all worked up and what not but when you got an intense battle going on and theres a lot of shit talking going on its hard not to make it personal. I try to say the most fucked up shit i can sometimes . None of it is personal though. If ya'll treat people with respect and not a douche bag like Minged than its all good. for example I like Sour Head but we going rounds right now lol.
I got a mean demeanour Conflict in my nature. Spot a pussy, and take'r to the cleaner or lop'er to pieces, With a cleaver. A convict, broke out and admitted to the psych ward, with an opiate addiction, Admit it, i'm the mic lord My words are a stranger flavour, savour, the taste'a my anger sure ta have begg'n. I'll wave a dildo and make a pop culture reference, Baggins. Cast some witchcraft that'll scare the paggans off your wagon. Take a shit on your carpet. My tail is wagg'n I'm stoned cold foxy, Megan.
You rappers wack like the sound of a bitch slap You probably play guitar in an Abercrombie n Fitch hat And talk about your feelings, your existence is a mishap king of the diss rap, haters tend to miss that Call me Mr. Twist Wraps, blow trees like it's a 9 to 5 If I'm smoking, everybody gettin high cuz I'm that kind of guy I bet you wouldn't mind a try, don't cry to get your bitch back After this flow you both can say you got broke off like a Kit Kat
That's what i told your mom... "I like sour head too!" Then she sucked me with some lemon heads an grapefruit juice, Talking Minges mom too! Both checking my dip stick, Now I'm getting all my fluid on there Hookerish lip stick, Ya i Leave em wit kid lips, That's jizz get the gist bitch?, Give em both there fix an then i split like a quick stitch, Minge an acid acting like some 2pac n Big shit Lol. Feuding acting as if they don't sit when they piss, Shit they'll probably both ask for the same Christmas gift, Plastic dicks with balled fists just to see if it fits, You done dug up my ditch! Its BUBBHA HO-TEP BITCH! Flowing like my papers talking RAW n Unbleached, Smoke you into vapor take your THC, Wow wee! How many wins i got now cause i been done counting, I bet i could throw a foot ball up over them mountains! Lol Just clowning, but hows bout a roundhouse kick to the chin i go harder. Sleeping with your bitch an then i go home to Starla. Fucking up this beat so why even bother? Let you get ahead then beat you, so you know I'm your father! Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using Grasscity Forum mobile app
first off let me tell you something bout minged, Look at his page im one of his only friends, He used to say how i was the best on these threads, and now he's trying to say that im dead, like Big L Said, you can't kill me i was born dead..anyways this aint about him. Bubbah Bend your ass in half like the iphone six, I think you suck dick and i aint alone bitch, You can't school me when everyday i go home sick, sick to my stomach ya'll snoring on me like Melatonin, When i go in I be blowing on the endo that i'm growing, Rock solid rappers get worn down by my lyrical erosion, Syllable explosions, Adjective corrosion, metaphor explorin', spittable contortion Always high, words stay soarin', hotter than the first bears porridge, Ya'll act like i'm speaking foreign? yall verses are fucking boring, I flip dubs like flipping birds with road rage, Writing my own page, Hoping i stayed paid, Ya'll wouldn't know fire like you living in the stone age, If you think i suck, cut your tounge off lets talk about poor taste. Talking bout fucking judging, this forum looking like a court case! fuck with your boy.
So after taking a break, I'm coming back to tell you whack rappers, half of your shit is stupid and fake, Haven't had time to read through everything that's been written since my last verse, Amused that no-one has come at me, know I'll be killin' 'em like Terio, put 'em in a herse, All you fuckers disperse, Just because I'm not fully invested in music, Doesn't mean I'm not interested in music, Not picking bars of my choosing, Flowing, write down what I feel, watch down from the heavens as you weep while you're losing, Trying to come at me, call me Muhammad Ali, I'll be boxing like I'm moving, Like bread, I'm rising up like I'm proving, That I've got a screw loose, throw deuce, laters haters, Flood gates open, like I'm sleuce, barrage, rain down death, Bang Bang GRATATA, hunting you like a moose, Writting shit, "Ohh, the bars I wrote were shit coz I'm high", just an excuse, So come at me, one and all, I challenge you, try it, You saying you high, well guess what? I'm sky high like flying.
That's nice u grow. Soil or hydro? You'd cry though if i put up mine to your pine cones, I'm high all the time bro, An goods how I'm feeling, I'm getting tired a hearing "hey it's sopose to be a dry season" Imma hit my sativa an leave the roach in your kia, eerie feeling, so imma be an alien this evening. Foul demon, take me to your leader, peace heathen feeding off the flesh of those who weaker!, You done fucked with the teacher! Now here comes the belt, fuck hell cause not even the devil can help, Shut your fake fucking mouth, Shit id probably catch aids if i laid on your couch, You sound like anuses smell, Dirty and swelled so fuck what you sell Bitch I'm bringing my ownnn. Mind blown from one O this high will change your time zone, Zip locks fulla cones like where the ice cream go? Too slow better catch up, Your bitch said I'm next up, Now all she wanna do is hang around like a left nut.
None of you little girls even had the chance, In circles around you I dance, Ho Tep, you get neg rep SD, quit playing around it's not a joke that VD, God Almighty you got those herpes from SD, madlibz, guess what you sound so glib, Minge, spit so close your clothes I singe, thought you'd respond back but I guess you even slower, than I had originally thought, your talent a dot in a sea of verses, was that another masterpiece? Sure was Sour head, mistakenly your ego had been fed, thinking you get on the mix and and shred, your lines come out half dead, like you ate paint chips made of lead, only action you get is from a hole cut in your bed, don't think I forgot you Acidphere, listen here, you shouldn't give up yo career, no shame in being a cashier, With hard work you'll persevere, help one day talent might even appear, btw you is way over due for the Pap smear, Shit brick, mister no dick, can't even turn a skid row trick, sorry you's anencephalic, go flick your Barbie bic Ahh Codswallop, you should have a follow up, to check out those lyrical polyps, I tell fables like Aesop, you fail in a gigaflop, wait till yo nuts drop Then come n challenge me in hip hop Shady, you ain't nothing but an oversized clit, four fingers in a cunt while puffing a blunt, beads in the butthole, that'll take it's tole, her little vagina so lush, but imma viciously crush, but I ain't talking bout you Marshall, but rather that little daughter you call your doll Last but not least Lil Wayne, guess you do have a brain, the seizures prove that you got brainwaves, the shit you spit got Biggie & Tupac turning in they graves, even worked with the doc, you still the laughing stock, more words exist that bitch and nigga, just pull the trigga, save the world from your lyrical diarrhea, convulse and twitch, you messing with a lich, goddess witch, ain't stand a chance to my nature of being verbose, after all you only care about what ya put up yo nose So please someone battle me, I need to kill a emcee, let's smoke tree and engage in verbal debauchery
Annicus you panzy bitch, don't hand me that shit when your panties twist, Your time is up, Guess ill handle this, I'm high enough, yes I'm channeled in, give a flying fuck who you fucking with, I'm busting in like troubled kids So you run the risk of getting busted ribs, Can you comprehend? Cause you lost again, all up in your face like Rasta dreads, The imposter's end, these hostel trends, keep your bitch moist like pasta bread, This constant man, Ain't even trying to beat you, I'm the main event you just a 5 minute preview, You can smell the scent and know exactly what we do, My eyes stay red like the head off the T-2, Call this a breathe threw, Ill even give you a redo, But your still gonna be in a degenerate Gene pool, Still on the streets sifting through all that fiend stool, Just to catch a high so you feel like an equal. I eat fools, My cheeks full.
I'm exceptionally sorry, I had a hard time reading your verse, Break it down for me, would you, explain what you're trying to converse? "Biggie and Tupac turning in they graves", Nice of you to steal lyrics from at mile, Can't steal my steel, I spit venom, all you spit is bile, Throw up, regurgitating verses like too many sweets eaten by a sick child, Your shit's mild, shit I talk leave you disorientated, waking up in the middle of the wild, Anus defiled, think you been raped but really just abducted and probed, extra terrestrial, ET, Talking bout herpes and VD, When we know you really the one with HIV, Yep, stole your tactics, more lyrics by Eminem, You're trying to spit, all you do is cough up phlegm-on-them, Already beat you so many times, they should call me Chris Brown, So shut up, I'm King, you never gonna get this crown, put you in a mound, So please, structure your bars, so we can see what you're conversing, Or when I'm driving, see you in the road, bitch, I won't be swerving, Run you down, hit it in "R", a go over you again, Still bang you even thought you're a lesbian, If I get rebuffed just go do your lezbe friends, So lets pretend, for a minute you weren't interested in girls, You could be a queen, shower you in Diamonds and Pearls, Nahh, just playing, wouldn't date you, you don't make the cut, Maybe shove a bag over your head, doggy style up the butt, Nahh, just playing again, don't know what you look like, Sure your beautiful, but we're battling so I have no qualms about destroying you like a fucking termite, Like a kid with a magnifying glass, before I kill you, I crush get you to squirm right, But I do it like an adult, take you to bed, get you to squirm, right? Yes, I'm clued into the 3rd degree burn plight, So here's some ice, go put it on your wounds, wait it out, then try coming back for a third fight.
"Uhhh, these words make no sense, but I guess they rhyme" No, bitch, shut the fuck up and stay silent like a pantomime, The Thing is... The Thing is? Don't get it? IT'S FUCKING CLOBBERING TIME! Leave you shaking in your boots, shaking like jelly, pussy, it's wobble time, The reason I'm The Thing is coz I'm rock hard, abs, arms n big dick, the fuck you bringing? You come out swinging with rhymes as insulting as Mary Poppins fuckings singing, I wasn't even going to respond to your shit, that's Annicus's place, But the shit you spit so shit, like 2 girls 1 cup shoved up in my face, You should stop trying to rap, it's a fucking disgrace, And no, like you said, the Devil can't help, But I'm the God of fucking Death, you a puny little whelp, I got a car full of tricks, you got a bag full of dicks, 3 rubber cocks up your arse and a fedora on your cock, we'll call that a hat-trick Get it? A hat trick, ahh forget it, you're smashed, bitch, I'm an artist, call me Van Go-ing to kill you, ghost limb, like a severed ear itch, You got the seven-year-bitch-whipped-itch, shut up, drop kick you off the pitch, Pick you up, smashed through a glass table, your gangsta my arse, Can't even write bars unable like you're mentally disabled, You can't even reach my level of win, It's only fabled, So come back at me if you dare, I'll actually put some thought into a decent bar, Coz out of them all, yours has pissed me off the most by far, You can't write for shit, yet acting like you can, bitch, it's not hard! Just don't suck so much, or I'll cut you so deep I'll end up leaving a scar.
Bubba ho-tep, more lyrical herpes, Carrier of shitty verse strep, guess that's what you get for drinking cum like slurpees, I ain't be needing a redo, see I take your rhyme scheme then do it better than you, devilish deceitful degenerated, viciously vapidly venerated poet lyricist, I understand why you keep getting pissed, my words barely off my spool, come drown in my word pool, but I warn ye I am no fool, my spirit is dual, heart of a ghoul, who's here to school, trashy tools like you, sad but true, don't even try to say we're equal, Comprehend this don't dance with Annicus, your story won't have a sequel, yo raps as sleepy as a bottle of NyQuil, lyrical content rather fecal, after all this time you still be dull, I don't mean to condescend, like the iPhone 6 you easily bend, my verses like arrowheads, fucking watersheds, go ahead take your moldin' bread, I'll continue to be golden on this thread
"For them to make sense you had to pass grade ten... But i can tell from that jumbled up shit storm you wrote that that never happened." But back to rapping... Oh look Its!.. god almighty think he trying to smite me! Lol. Bitch you couldn't wear me down if i was made outta white tees, Come find me, try me, ill knock out your high beams, I pray to YOU that you decide to never have offspring. So what ain't making sense in your illiterate head? Cause i know every fucking bar i spit was better than his! Better than yours, fuck wit your boy, fool wit the noise, Its 2 girls one cup but one of them is your slut, no luck, aw shucks, I'm getting thrown like a punch. 2 grams rolled up and you ain't hitting my blunt, Bitch cunt, fuck rap, y'all mother fuckers have been whack, You faggots bout as straight as a chin strap, cant fix that. Where i been at you could never afford it, How you acting like the hulk when you just Edward Norton? What you bitches make a month ain't even paying my mortgage, Ya your a fucking god like your dick is enormous. Your fulla shit.
Well i just tried to read your rap to this background Beat, But your flow was so weak you must be pregnant this week, Why speak? Your defeat is inevitable, I'm the best of em, Yo watch me eat this pussy like dispensary edibles, Ya I'm blessed with this pencil, Go an Check my credentials, consequential existential undermined potential, I'm drinking Heineken, I'm guessing your on vodka n red bull, But that's cool, your acting like a bitch so that fits you. I'm high off the best dude, My Blunts look like test tubes, this the back nine and you still lost in the fescue! No time for a Mulligan balls all down your esophagus, that talking shit will get cha picked quick like the lottery. Me I'm just a freak ill be in hell when I'm done here. You'll never beat me Bitch I always lead by a cunt hair.
All I'm reading is I got this I got that, you ain't shit an your mums a fat cunt. Haha.. Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum mobile app
Not that it's got impact on my rap, bitch, but I'm a millionaire, Your whole house could prolly fit in the cupboard under my stairs, Trying to come at me, acting like you got the claws of a fucking bear, Seriously? Talking illiteracy, you obviously can't tell the difference between you're and your, "Where i been at you could never afford it", I think you're vision's distorted, how 'bout we break your shit down before I get you deported? 1. I've got more money than you'll ever make, 2. You're the only one round here lying, bitch, you're hella fake, 3. It's "I've" not "i", didn't even use the shift key, 4. I think you should just give up before you embarrass yourself swiftly, So I got four reasons why ONE of your lines is more broke than you are, Decapitate you, throw your corpse in the back of my car, Seriously, ALL YOU'RE DOING IS JUST THROWING RANDOM RHYMING WORDS TOGETHER, It's God with a capital "G", but I know you're just mentally retarded, so whatever, Guess that's the reason your rhymes aren't getting much better, So send your bitch my way, you know I can make her wetter, So take your broke arse and try and find shelter beneath a helter skelter, Yankee Oscar Uniform Golf Oscar Tango Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo Echo Delta, You got fucked Phonetically, Send you to prison to get fucked literally, Of fucked up, wrong, misguided, illiterate and lacking, your vocabulary is the epitome, Coming up in this thread, trying to shit on me, You need to realise, you tuppenny whore, you ain't got shit on me.