god almighty, the blasphemer a poser and wannabe, nothing lamer than having to waste time on another boring challenger i had more fun playing bingo with your grandmother oh creature why do you question me? does my light shine too bright for you to see? the throne was/is/will forever be mine i'm sick of dweebs like you who whine all this nonsense talk about glory yet your life is nothing but a sad story of how you want it so bad but you don't even know how to add with a brain the size of a bean you'd be an embarrassment for any queen now hush child and listen remember this and take it as a lesson go back to the easy life and farming you will never even be prince charming enjoy the life of a simpleton a simple, whiney, shit for brains citizen
I'm dropping rotting bodies like I'm Rick Grimes, Chucking flashbangs, bombing, flashes like it's dick crimes, Now the clock chimes, Tick tock goes the wall clock, Press the button on my wrist watch, now time stops, Coming in like a samurai, slapping like a spammer guy, the heads lopped, Press the button now the trunk pops, hitting shops, robbing them, fire multiple shots, Veins clot, bodies dry buried under the parking lot, Faces torn off and used as masks for robots, No cops, blind eye turned when the cash flows, Gotta get the money, gotta get the cash mo, Cash grows, piling up to roll in it, Make a crown of 50's, pull a 50, and I roll with it, Smoke with it, toke with it, flying so high, it's like I broke physics, Bout to quote quiddich, bludger you to death, body chopped up, propelled like a boat hit it, Go with it, you can't stop a force of nature, You're verses aren't the cause of why I fuckin hate ya, Debater, arguing my battles and why I wear the crown, Might as well call me Jay Z, bitch, I run this town
Nice! Ill mark that down as another win, Your a pussy with an appetite for gallon's of jizz, You Couldn't even rhyme cause I got you so pissed, Everyone here knows your mouth's fulla shit.
I didn't rhyme it because I'm not rhyming against you, like I said. Go ahead an mark it as a win, that''s the only way you're going to win against me, cheating. I could keep writing bars against you, coming up with new shit, but there's honestly no point because you just wont reply, and then will start it all again in like a week with the same old crap you keep spewing, acting like it's all good and you didn't lose. So mark it as a win in your book, I couldn't care less, because you'll be the only one thinking that. Nobody else is acting like I didn't win, everyone else in this thread can accept a loss, and when the time comes, if the time comes when someone beats me, I'll accept that. But you haven't won. Everything you write is just a variant on your previous stuff. I've beat people on here far better than you, but you're the only one who keeps trying come back after more posts have been made, hoping people wont notice you're writing pretty much the same stuff the entire time.
I'm tired of all you talkin shit So go eat a dick Think your sick But you sound like crap Is that even rap I can't tell But hell oh well I couldn't care less Cause I'm the best You sound like all the rest Smokin outta hoss Cause imma fucking boss All you niggas should floss Cause your raps rotten And I haven't forgotten You serious You must be delirious If you think your better Just follow every letter Don't push me Cause when it's over it's RIP Pussy Sent from my spaceship
Hmm.. ... inconsistencies consisting of what you insist displeases me, reversing and endorsing your words without even rehearsing, constantly cursing, 'of course me!' sounds like you're forcing reality to its knees, in actuality your words aren't even dispersing.. your minds in void? unavoidable. annoyed? go on and smoke a bowl flows destroyed? I'd say so. you're unemployed now, but that's usual.
Inconsistencies Damn you must be pissed at me Rapping like your amazing Try to beat me after I've been blazing I'm making all this shit up Your so fat you can't even do a sit-up I bet that was written on paper But we'll find out in the next scooby doo caper I'm going insane Listening to this kids brain think Hate to break it to you but you stink Falling short like your on a skating rink I'm as cold as ice I'm illuminati and your our next sacrifice Your raps need to cease Before you wind up deceased I'm gonna end this with namaste fuck you and have a nice day Sent from my spaceship
I'm killing two birds with one stone, Blowing down homes like the little piggies know, My flows got me blowing down the stones, though, Reconstructing my home out of your bones, ho, YOLO, #SWAG on all your photos, all up on Instagram, acting like a pro, yo, The typa, dude to drop the mic-a, smoking weed to look cool, hold still while I grab my sniper, Your ripe for the picking, steal your shit while you're in the kitchen, Bang your bitch with a piece of colonel sanders chicken, that's finger licking! Kicking, head smash, brash, like I'm spitting, Tear your head off, skin peels like it's ripping, Drop kick, head your head off to the mosh pit, body follows as I grab my gun and cock it, Jump in my fighter jet and slam the lid on the cockpit! Flying low passes over the pasture your body was thrown in, Somehow you come back to life, head back on your shoulders as you're groaning, Dead coming back to life, skeletons fucking, we call it boning, The message here, is that even after you die, I'll still be killing you, Take control of your bank like I'm billing you, Sinning, too, how can I sin when the devils in my pocket? I'll lock you up in lockers, fly you out over the ocean, and like the bass, drop it.
I've smoked better reggie than your flows no need for levies I blow while gettin fetti I know bed stuy wont forget thee I ain't even gotta read a bar or three cause tall just be high on weed thinkin y'all hard as me my flows sick buttah yalls retard not hard but weak pardon me I gotta see where every rapper you listened to gave you the rights yo their LLCs and lyrically a gift to me is roths ross y'all shoppin at the 99 supervisors at McDonalds ain't a boss to me I run circles round you angles square with Devils and Angels so if you lookin for us then you lookin for ne you don't know what I mean stop searchin for things anata wa Wakari masen des ka I hablo Hellenes haha haha ha
I got caught in the church while nailing the preacher's daughter. He said it was chill since she yelled Jesus name just like I taught her. He even laughed when I said I mixed my cum in the holy water. But you got kicked out fast for butt fuckin' with her older brothers, gay clubbin' like some baby seals, getting date raped by bolder otters. At your door like Asian penises, “ding dongâ€. I got that beef you ordered. Bit off more than you can chew, sotra like your mother. Bitch can't get paid unless she brings change for a quarter. I felt bad and gave her a bag for her nights out on the corner, when she had holes in her panties. Dropped more dimes than under-covers. That's ironically where she spends all of her time over-enCUMbered. Mistook your dinner for dildos, then fed you her old cucumbers. No Apple phone in my pants, but guarantee that I come first. That bitch will drop everything for me, even her cum thirst. Dropped you on your head and said, “fuck it. He can't get dumb worse.†Fed up with gentle penmanship? Then stop writing nigga, that was a dumb verse!
Yo, my name is Lil B. I rhyme like a good vine You best take your seat in the heat Cause you are going down like a clown I hit you in the face with an ace of spades You start to bleed Cause your skin is like weed Don't blame me I told you, I'm like Lee You never listen And now you are dead With my hand on your head I have thought about becoming a pro rapper, I feel I have what it takes.
Thinking about going pro? Please, can I have a photo? I promise I wont hashtag swag or yolo! My flow so sick it's like a Sierra Leone hobo, I got more change in my jar than a cheap ho know, Fast and Furious like Han, forceful like Solo, I'm fucking over these Mexi-brick nerds acting like chollos, I know you were kidding about going pro, at least I hope so! If not, you should sue whoever said you could rap, I know some dudes that work pro bono, Welcome to initiation, but now, the king's out, back to being ridden like a bitch is playing polo.
when i spit it gets hectic, my frees are authentic Copernicus said the universe is heliocentric we all revolve around the hot shit, and the heats me stand in my shine and get a dose of vitamin d3 people want to ctrl+c me but they can't be me i win battles with flying colors like the Tuskegee
Lmao bahahahahahahahaha YOUR THE ONLY ONE THAT THINKS THAT YOU WON! Here's ten tons of No Fuck's delivery rushed! Why's your face scrunched up like a wrinkly scrotum? Ya bout to bust a blood vessel in your temporal lobe, Yo in case you didn't know, your a puppet tryna run shit on Jeff Dunham's show, No one cares bout you bro! Shit that go's for me too, I can't expect a praise from a stranger with snakes loose, Your faker than naked juice, Stating what you say is true but feeding us bullshit is all you really tend to do. SHIT or make a move! Think suicide then tighten the noose, a fight against you is like I'm fighting two boobs, I Squeeze em, eat em, leave em beaten, battered and bruised, Your an actual douche, one attached to a bag that sucks semen from cooch, Don't drip your pussy juices on your Wal-Mart tags, All your ex's sentences end with "FUCK YOU FAG" Its the truth you lack, You'll snatch and grab rhyme's twist em, make em your own, Nice Rick Grimes line, mine's still better 17 pages ago, Your a fucking disgrace placed in this game for fallen pray to regain confidence from lyrical slaughterings, Face to face I'd leave you laying under a coffin lid. Your all talk.
But if I stop writing who's to advise the crisis? Oh you didn't know? Eh come here, you got something right there from them dicks you been siphoning, Its a hopeless road if focused on banging my mother, She's bout 350 and stinks like a trucker, go fuck her. I'll be back at your crib giving tips to your sister, I told her open wide before my 3rd eye kissed her. Mauhhhh 😗🌠Right on the tip, crazy bitch was loose lipped and slurped it up to her chin, Good fit, In her throat like a lyrical quote, Rope a dope your only hopes and smoke you down to a roach, That's Potentless dope. But just like any strain that's gonna build up your tolerance, It seems this alazaay just ain't been hitting how it oughta be, I've smoked better resin outta empty beverage bottles, Now I roll MC'S and sell em 3 for a dollar, all profit from these knock kneed teenage fathers, I only want a daughter if I marry Juana Why even bother tryna talk this lyrical, When all yinz beat your dick with Aussie 3 minute miracle.
Someone's a bit butthurt! No, I'm not the only one who thinks he won. Budling also said I won, and so have others. You can keep writing raps, it isn't going to change anything.
Ya'll probably won't read this but.. [SIZE=14.4444446563721px]Not playing Games, No Jenga but i still pull the piece out. [/SIZE] I been making dough, so please bring the yeast out, see when i'm fucking over these kids, Jealousy BREEDS pal, Throw your hands in the air like....Sieg Heil, deep inhale.. Imagine me in jail trying to scratch out the walls with these weak nails.. \n[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]and its sad to think I've deleted more punchlines than you all write, [/SIZE] but its alright, not every line can be this tight,see when i attack the mic i slash wind pipes smoking atacamite while i smash your wife, Ill stab your eyes out when in my rhyme zone ya'll smoking on pine cones, Different time zones, My flows cold as a ice cream cone in the middle of a sleet storm, Even your heats warm, your cold is only comparable to a steel stove, my cold is comparable to a polar bears feet bro in a deep snow. i'm a walking freak show, My girlfriend thinks i'm a creep but what the fuck does she know... \nI been in the game and still dropping hits like Bono, oh You to?(u2), I hung out with Jimi hendrix we took ten hits, kissed the sky and i was so sick I gave that bitch mono.