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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 10:35 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 9:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 9:47 pm
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John Flint First off the Solar Plexus is in your lower chest You're rhyme style is hard to digest Talking about spitting fire like some sort of demon Last time you spit s**t you spat semen Hell, I'm colder than a snow season My words get ice freezing I'm allergic to your bullshit, I'm sneezing coming from the same cat the barrel be aimed at after shots fired maim that, i'll let you tell me where ya frames at same guy tried to correct me wants beef, but cant digest me? he cant stand what comes from my dia-fraaaaam up thru my neck piece bring ya lively hood to a dead cease. i roll on stop n go lock n load, aim and light you up like a bud filled optimo mean while ya b***h gimme brains; thats for you not to know not no 'mo(homo), but ya style is like where my c**k should go
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 5:01 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 8:04 am
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Trosenses No one can speak for my friend I know you are like a p***y cat My life is real dad Please stop doing that I know all singers But too many of them are liers Don' t worry Iam fired But know Im going to fire Electric is at top My life is Hip Hop Don' t worry Iam a corp But first slayer is dot Iam rich singer who is dancing Iam a vip and you are a** kick My a** has universal popularity cool But don' t worry I am so healty ( This is only a game we are all friends )
If hip hop was a game your a** would've failed You the type thats wants to drop the soap when he gets put in jail Was that a verse i know its hard but you barely even rhymed He sounds worse than b***h trying to spit game after sipping wine Kinda sounds like lil B except his B stands for b***h Call my lyrics a baseball now here comes the pitch Im coming at your dome worse than a bullet round Thats what happens to clowns that step in my town.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 2:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:38 am
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Desperauz Your town? n***a please when was the last time you were around This is a new nation, generated by new sound And I'm the leader So confident i could leave it to beaver Got all these haters so brain dead, they're pickin out wit tweezers Came in this guild as the hottest ******** rookie Odds so slim of winnin against me, you couldn't have a victory as the bookie I'll give you a tip though, never wear white after labor day And im takin over in every possible way Ahh, i am done, you could call it transformation complete But heres something you cant forget: I will NEVER be beat
Good job rookie, you finally rhymed now here's a cookie Still a bigger fairy than Sookie, and sucks more than Snookie Its T shirt time and the loser takes his pants off This guy is so gay but still couldn't beat me in a dance off Man your soft, i turn you to a stuffed plush rat Your the type to get hit but doesn't even try to push back His style is whack, yet your rhymes are even worse They belong where his body is in the back of a hearse Put it in reverse, then drop you in a pool full of cement Thats a hard lessoned learned now he knows to respect Don't step up to Flo that's something you will regret He just don't know any better call it a birth defect.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 3:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 7:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 7:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 7:54 pm
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Mighty_0 all this tough talkin from the same niggas duck walkin catch em in the head, light em up, dear(deer); buck shottin ucck snottin all over the track. push you brothers back you pricks aint down, you p***y; ******** is up wit that? send you home bruised n battered for thinkin you Marshall Bruise Mathers the otha n***a ain't s**t but some spitt-up like baby blues; pampers my flows funkier than a hamper. you think you flow, but more dampered whoever said you guys could rap was an actor who's scripts been tampered Mighty O Uh oh dis ***** kinda slow You jus a punk ***** showin out, fo these hoes day got flow Time to go Fresh at cha door delivery call me dominos Delivering bullets pop yo a** in da nose Who wanna go Dey call me spitta Cause spitta be dat ***** who will shoot any *****, ******** killa matta fact call me pimp c cause iBe trilla feed yo mom good d**k call me baby ******** crazy twista Spin the whole word up like da hoe ******** both sabrina and angelina tina gave me good brain so iCouldnt see her and angelina let me eat it up now she call me mr cleaner iKilled you punk a** self now where my donut MiGHTY O
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 8:15 pm
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Sickologist I'm like a ho's p***y - I got ********' balls You like some ********' paint - your a** is dry and up on the walls Fool, you try to spit Like an a** shits s**t I'm new to the rap game, but you'll still get ********' maimed You fart d**k, you damn cocklick The closest to action you get is watchin' the Matrix You talk funny Your body's up for money Can't think up no more rhymes, you still ain't worth my time. Sickologist get back to suckin d**k Gay a** rhyme iGuess iGotta burn da b***h iM poppin it Click clack that be me clockin it glock on hip Shootin at cha iHad to drop a clip You stoppin em Swallow it Swallow every drop comin from da tip iPush bullets down ya throat yea you fill da s**t Bullets burnin in yea flesh you droppin ehhhh Blood splatta Stop da chitta chatter Bullets comin gone in scatter To late now your tattered
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 10:04 pm
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