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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 5:33 pm
im hungry need a ***** ta beef on.
when u accept ill post
Rules: 3 rounds
10 verses a round.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 6:30 pm
ight'. challenger starts so... go.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 7:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 7:45 pm
Aight here i go.
First name Leland last name Kun Forget about his game Cause he onviously has none/ I got some nice rhymes, inside my mind wanna hear some Lee cant cause he got a perverted mind, so all he can spit is c**/ Im on strike Cause fake a** niggas, is what i dont like/ Yo im livin it up I can see him liftin the white flag he about to be givin it up/ In your sig it says: I like makin up rap You might aswell be at the toilet makin crap/ It also says you like craing for your girl But i say, buy her plastic surgery, sight of her makes me hurl/ Fo real This ***** is simply an appestizer in my beef meal/
I dont think this ***** is christian Cause his rhymes are hypocritical, he aint in a good position/ i hear it in your rhymes "We hate God Lucifa!" I dont wanna hear it if your not in the 3 6 Mafia/ I be singin "Red rover red rover" Someone run this ***** over!
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 8:27 pm
The rap was choppy, and the words were not chosen correctly. But hey the person you called out is bad so you won't really need good luck. Just a opinion.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 8:45 pm
Angel!c P!mp The rap was choppy, and the words were not chosen correctly. But hey the person you called out is bad so you won't really need good luck. Just a opinion. i agree 3nodding
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:11 pm
Ya'll wanna see real ryhmes? Check my personal bank of disses (From previous battles)
I kno U think U a hardcore motherf*cker but lets be real ***** to beat me U must bugg'n like crazy man, what's the deal? Let me stop contemplating bout it and tell U how I feel I'm bout to dice U up and serve U to ma dog for a meal
U kno the term like father like son? Well I'd inform U gladly That I wasn't raised to be a b***h ***** so U can't be ma daddy
And second dumbass, I don't have a sister so that ryhme's gotta go And unlike yo mom, mine's not a sleezy hoe I had to get some s**t out the way, just so U kno Now the bashing can begin, my gun is out yo, And the targeter is aimed right at ya ego
Hey, this *****'s a circus wondering clown And if U try to step up, I'ma shut U down Battles are like boxing to me and U want another round? My punches are fatal and will put U 6 feet under tha ground
U always tried to grow up to be a thug, but thats all bout to be stopped And don't gloat, Ur only here because the condom popped
This is just an auction *****, and I get the highest bid After U hear my s**t U gona regret what U did U better go ahead and close ya mouth like a open lid Mutherf*cker don't be embaressed by a 14 year old kid
***** to beat me U better find a geni and make a wish Give me a sec, to put water back in IceyPimp's mom's dish..............
I'm soory that took so long, my bad I had to ditch But U kno after all ya mom's both the meanings of the word "b***h"
Ya'll kno that the name is enough to catch U, I don't need a pitch But I geuss U need good PR when ppl consider U their b***h
Ma d**k is big like a donkey's and harder than a diamond stone And like I said U a b***h, thats how I kno Ur hasn't grown
I don't get extra props for being 14 man, are U sure? The bars in hit U wit must have U stumble'n in a blurr
I'm a true champ. so I get permission to flawnt it I'll shove a record tape in ya ear with Ur s**t on it
So U can hear how bad U are, "A taste of Ur own medicine" ***** U better calm down, I recommened some Ridlen
U need it pretty bad, cuz U all up on hype Ur like the s**t on ma a** that I'm about to wipe
Flush U down the toilet and rid U for good Thats just a sample of what happends if I see U in my hood
***** I don't pic cards, blood is what I draw I'm the Graphitty-King and I'ma use ya fluid to tag a wall And if itz not blood, I break bones all and all I will make sure U drink both ya milk and ya food through a thin straw and if U get punked out by a kid, U lose ya gurl, it should be law I asked her did she want a loser, and replied with a "Hell naw!" So if she want a real man, teller to gimme a call And that'll give U a lot more time alone with Ur anadiment sex doll
A battle is good sex, I'ma just take it slow, First I though U wanted this all on tha low Keep this battle secret so no one would kno But U wanna be introduced to evryone, like p***y from a hoe U crave for more beatings than crack to an addict yo - I can compare the rap game to the Apprentice Show The game is my company and I'm the CEO GK and Trump, we real similar, U can call'em ma bro Since we fam. there's a qoute from him I'd like to borrow "Ur Fired!!!" Now b***h pack yo s**t and go!!
U really wanna talk about embaressment? Man, nobody iz feel'n U If we was both locked in a freazer man, I still wouldn't chill wit Chu
Tha police have me on tha spot light, got me top on tha search I had ya gurl scream'n "Oh God!" and we wasn't even in church
Little boy put ya plastic guns down, before the point comes where U get hurt Before somebody get capped and ya blood gets to squirt
This is simple math, let me spit U a fact My ryhmes will tear U up, and leave nothing intact
I belong up with the legends- Biggy, Pac nd Hova You ran out of lives mario, now itz "game over"
Man, I run up on U and choke U with ya own Crip bandana Better get running to that clockwork like Juelz Santana
Itz not rain, but itz gonna be blood that I'll soak I hope U try'n to be funni cuz Ur game's a big joke
Don't care who U beat before, cuz I ain't like them other guys I'm a marvel lyricist, a wonder to ya eyes I'm just a wolf in sheep's clothing, a beast in discise Whoever says U good just feed'n U bold faced lies
Have U ever heard silence is golden? Well let me tell U whassup U'd have more gold than Fort Nox if ya shut the f*ck up
I'm like Osma in tha game and ya'll niggas wanna hunt me But I'ma be like George Bush now, and kick ya a** out my country!
Yeah *****, ya CD get passed around And it'll end up in the trash or litter thrown on tha ground
Man U'sa poor puppy dog with ya tail between ya legs, yo ***** Ur the b***h man, I can't believe U didn't kno!!
U can keep ya s**t verses, none of'em are needed I got my own s**t and by it U will be defeated
Yeah Itz tha Graphitty-King *****, ask about me! I'm the cruches in the rap game, it won't hold up without me U got ya a** burned to a crisp *****, yell it loudly Before I shut U up for good, no more using ya mouth G!
I leave U wit a big a** whole, a crater in ya chest And ya Fam. find a limbless body, and wonder "Where's the rest?" And all I can tell them is, "He ******** with tha best," "He wanted to mess, so I gave'm tha MC test, And he failed like a high school drop out, no less I squashed that bug, I exterminated that pest And now U see what U get when U ******** wit that best!!"
Ha ha ha!!! Let me laugh for a minute I was a trap in tha bush and U don stepped in it
Now ya a** is trapped and like U said "...ain't no escape" I hope U brought some protection now get ready for a rape!
But itz not virginity or innocence I'm gonna take But all his dignity, and all Ur fear will awake
Now U can't sleep at night, and U feel someone is watching U jump at the mear sound of the door knocking
I just have that everlasting effect on punk MC's I have U begging for mercy, crying at ma knees I grab ma balls and say "U ain't got none a these!" I make U my polite b***h with "Thank You's" and "Yes, Please"
We should put U on stage cuz Ur gangsta's just an act Ya career like Jay-Z movie, about ta Fade To Black U think U tough cuz U got niggas behind ya back? The niggas iz all wack and like U, balls is what they lack
But I'm not gonna blame them, they got a bad example Let me spit U a real ryhme, give U a free sample So ***** U betta jump quick like Jack over tha candle Cuz I'ma spit a diss U may not be able ta handle
So lets start with U and ya ryhmes always lack'n ***** I thought U was good, why the hell is U slack'n?
CrippNicca please I think U is the true retart I got a *****'s faced scrunched like he suck'n a sweet tart There are better sounds to hear than U rapp'n, like me fart In one of Ur songs that would be the best part
Yeah I kno that was a bit nasty but I had to prove a point That I'm the best MC up in this joint
Well I don't wanna make all the other's mad I have respect for them, like for U ,I once had
But once U said that s**t bout ma momma, U ******** it all up And now I'ma have to embaress U Gaia style, straight up! And ya gurl, like a bar-tender, I filled her cup And the dog U thought U had, I'ma shrink'em to a pup.
I can keep going like this, the whole night through Like Ray Charles I'ma go head and "Do What It Do..." Cus there are so many ppl out there better than U Not to mention me but I bet that white boi too And all the game I be spit'n ain't written, they straight off the new
Even though U got a gurl, Ur still the b***h and U turn off more gurls than a light switch
I'll set U straight *****, U and ya goons Cus ya team like The Three Stooges, a bunch a bafoons Ya clique ain't no gorilla unit, more like a pack a baboons I drop ya'll faster than andviles on loony toons
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 11:21 am
Angel!c P!mp The rap was choppy, and the words were not chosen correctly. But hey the person you called out is bad so you won't really need good luck. Just a opinion. kinda for some beatz just got a spit em to a tune. ull see when i get my recorder ill show u how to rap that one.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 11:39 am
your thinkin this kid is gonna loose, and people are thinkin he might// but, ok so we talkin bout sigs ight// before you start callin yourself a pimp// you better bulk up and not be a wimp// and if you want my girl to get plastic surgerey, becuase she makes you hurl// then you better take your girl, tie her up, and throw her of a bridge and find a new girl// because your girls so ugly, when i see her i wana die// and trust me dude that aint no lie// you would be alot better with just a guy// so next round ill at least try//
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 6:56 pm
i fogot 3 rounds. srry for takin so long.
He said i was a wimp yo Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/ He says i need to get tougher But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/ He just got manhandled last round All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/ Why ya cryin to ya mommy Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/ This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/ I can tell...this ***** really pissed He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/ Im in his dreams, he seein things I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/ Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/ I destroy the past behind you The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:35 pm
Babyface Thug i fogot 3 rounds. srry for takin so long. He said i was a wimp yo Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/ He says i need to get tougher But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/ He just got manhandled last round All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/ Why ya cryin to ya mommy Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/ This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/ I can tell...this ***** really pissed He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/ Im in his dreams, he seein things I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/ Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/ I destroy the past behind you The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/ haha, yo sayin you blind me// oh ya thats true, but have you looked in a mirrow recently// anyone would go blind seeing you// plus you rhymes and "tempo" don't help too// s**t you say you came in a ******** my girl oh// well then you must have raped your mom hoe// and yo sayin im gettin pissed, but im really calm// be right back i need to give something to your mom// and when your rhymes lyrically blind me// pigs will fly to the past and make sure you'll never be//
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 9:33 pm
Leland-Kun Babyface Thug i fogot 3 rounds. srry for takin so long. He said i was a wimp yo Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/ He says i need to get tougher But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/ He just got manhandled last round All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/ Why ya cryin to ya mommy Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/ This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/ I can tell...this ***** really pissed He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/ Im in his dreams, he seein things I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/ Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/ I destroy the past behind you The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/ haha, yo sayin you blind me// oh ya thats true, but have you looked in a mirrow recently// anyone would go blind seeing you// plus you rhymes and "tempo" don't help too// s**t you say you came in a ******** my girl oh// well then you must have raped your mom hoe// and yo sayin im gettin pissed, but im really calm// be right back i need to give something to your mom// and when your rhymes lyrically blind me// pigs will fly to the past and make sure you'll never be// Bind. Read fool Got him wet up look like he hit the pool/ Yo im a trill a** dawg i thought ive seen it all! But look at this soft dude, he aint the slightest raw/ Ready or not? Here I come Befo that got some weed wanna share some/ Oh I forgot you aint raw enough This ***** said he could rap but it was a bluff/ Black hoods respect me But you can still try and reck me/ When poor comes to mind I think of you, your family, and all white kind/ Grill em, dats what i do I know Writer so dont mess wit me, unless ya got the mobey to get sewed/
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 3:52 pm
Babyface Thug Leland-Kun Babyface Thug i fogot 3 rounds. srry for takin so long. He said i was a wimp yo Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/ He says i need to get tougher But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/ He just got manhandled last round All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/ Why ya cryin to ya mommy Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/ This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/ I can tell...this ***** really pissed He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/ Im in his dreams, he seein things I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/ Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/ I destroy the past behind you The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/ haha, yo sayin you blind me// oh ya thats true, but have you looked in a mirrow recently// anyone would go blind seeing you// plus you rhymes and "tempo" don't help too// s**t you say you came in a ******** my girl oh// well then you must have raped your mom hoe// and yo sayin im gettin pissed, but im really calm// be right back i need to give something to your mom// and when your rhymes lyrically blind me// pigs will fly to the past and make sure you'll never be// Bind. Read fool Got him wet up look like he hit the pool/ Yo im a trill a** dawg i thought ive seen it all! But look at this soft dude, he aint the slightest raw/ Ready or not? Here I come Befo that got some weed wanna share some/ Oh I forgot you aint raw enough This ***** said he could rap but it was a bluff/ Black hoods respect me But you can still try and reck me/ When poor comes to mind I think of you, your family, and all white kind/ Grill em, dats what i do I know Writer so dont mess wit me, unless ya got the mobey to get sewed/ hey dude are you callin me raw b***h// s**t dawg look at you, this is a sitch// your sittin at home watchin a porno// its the only way you'll get close to a girl yo// damn man you talkin about poor// look at yo self you can't even afford a door// and yo tryin to be a sinner// man you can't even kill a fly with a fly swater// s**t yo tryin to knock me down without a fight// ill pull out a 9 mil and make you right// knowone critisize me about this battle
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 5:02 pm
Leland-Kun Babyface Thug Leland-Kun Babyface Thug i fogot 3 rounds. srry for takin so long. He said i was a wimp yo Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/ He says i need to get tougher But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/ He just got manhandled last round All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/ Why ya cryin to ya mommy Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/ This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/ I can tell...this ***** really pissed He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/ Im in his dreams, he seein things I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/ Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/ I destroy the past behind you The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/ haha, yo sayin you blind me// oh ya thats true, but have you looked in a mirrow recently// anyone would go blind seeing you// plus you rhymes and "tempo" don't help too// s**t you say you came in a ******** my girl oh// well then you must have raped your mom hoe// and yo sayin im gettin pissed, but im really calm// be right back i need to give something to your mom// and when your rhymes lyrically blind me// pigs will fly to the past and make sure you'll never be// Bind. Read fool Got him wet up look like he hit the pool/ Yo im a trill a** dawg i thought ive seen it all! But look at this soft dude, he aint the slightest raw/ Ready or not? Here I come Befo that got some weed wanna share some/ Oh I forgot you aint raw enough This ***** said he could rap but it was a bluff/ Black hoods respect me But you can still try and reck me/ When poor comes to mind I think of you, your family, and all white kind/ Grill em, dats what i do I know Writer so dont mess wit me, unless ya got the mobey to get sewed/ hey dude are you callin me raw b***h// s**t dawg look at you, this is a sitch// your sittin at home watchin a porno// its the only way you'll get close to a girl yo// damn man you talkin about poor// look at yo self you can't even afford a door// and yo tryin to be a sinner// man you can't even kill a fly with a fly swater// s**t yo tryin to knock me down without a fight// ill pull out a 9 mil and make you right// knowone critisize me about this battle Im poor, niggas call me piano, 88 keys ***** call me their masta and drop to they knees/ I made black history fo stayin hood Come round my block ill c**k it and show you wats good/ Steppin up to me, was a fatal flaw Didnt i tell you last round, this ***** is raw?/ His momma must have been high when he was born He says i manipulate my self, but he da on the street askin for porn/ Thats pretty much all i need Next time go through my rhymes and read!/
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 5:18 pm
Babyface Thug Leland-Kun Babyface Thug Leland-Kun Babyface Thug i fogot 3 rounds. srry for takin so long. He said i was a wimp yo Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/ He says i need to get tougher But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/ He just got manhandled last round All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/ Why ya cryin to ya mommy Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/ This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/ I can tell...this ***** really pissed He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/ Im in his dreams, he seein things I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/ Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/ I destroy the past behind you The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/ haha, yo sayin you blind me// oh ya thats true, but have you looked in a mirrow recently// anyone would go blind seeing you// plus you rhymes and "tempo" don't help too// s**t you say you came in a ******** my girl oh// well then you must have raped your mom hoe// and yo sayin im gettin pissed, but im really calm// be right back i need to give something to your mom// and when your rhymes lyrically blind me// pigs will fly to the past and make sure you'll never be// Bind. Read fool Got him wet up look like he hit the pool/ Yo im a trill a** dawg i thought ive seen it all! But look at this soft dude, he aint the slightest raw/ Ready or not? Here I come Befo that got some weed wanna share some/ Oh I forgot you aint raw enough This ***** said he could rap but it was a bluff/ Black hoods respect me But you can still try and reck me/ When poor comes to mind I think of you, your family, and all white kind/ Grill em, dats what i do I know Writer so dont mess wit me, unless ya got the mobey to get sewed/ hey dude are you callin me raw b***h// s**t dawg look at you, this is a sitch// your sittin at home watchin a porno// its the only way you'll get close to a girl yo// damn man you talkin about poor// look at yo self you can't even afford a door// and yo tryin to be a sinner// man you can't even kill a fly with a fly swater// s**t yo tryin to knock me down without a fight// ill pull out a 9 mil and make you right// knowone critisize me about this battle Im poor, niggas call me piano, 88 keys ***** call me their masta and drop to they knees/ I made black history fo stayin hood Come round my block ill c**k it and show you wats good/ Steppin up to me, was a fatal flaw Didnt i tell you last round, this ***** is raw?/ His momma must have been high when he was born He says i manipulate my self, but he da on the street askin for porn/ Thats pretty much all i need Next time go through my rhymes and read!/ um dude thats 3 rounds its over.
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