Ill start .
You talk a good one, done get hit,
For this sharp sh*t can get your neck brutally slit,
Communicate, your harmless, look at the sh*t that you spit .
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Battle mood. Anyone ?
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I'll take you out of the rap game for good; you ain't hood.
You don't even act the way you should;
..You fake stood,
ill release bursts through your shirts from kitsoN; ..I'm like.. way good,
Ill emerge through your verse like I'm blitzing; no stray hook.
I'm like listing the types of tight type that I have mastered.
I've fathered rap, so you're k!ke but ain't quite a basterd.
In laughter, is how I wrote this sh*t, hope I didn't choke this.
Nah I'd never choke.. but id choke 'no stick' with broke wrists..
Cope with this, your nothing, bluffing, rushing through nothing good.
Like Moses is, I'm loving. But ruffing cussing like loving should.
I'm puffing wood, yea the zesty while I wreck what don't even test me; a textcee writing messy cuz his b*tch wants me seamon-less g.Last edited by smoothtung; 01-31-2012 at 07:07 AM.
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nostik's not on it, not honest. he's into losing.
Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard
he's skittish, skipping. inta-lewd sh*t.
that was a short drop. should've been three bars less.
comparible to hannibal if 3 baas are this sheep's last breath.
you've come with nothing polished so far.. Nostik go hard..
you've no respect for depth like you're a novice coastguard.
I'm admired by biters like I'm dodging cloned sharks.
your sales'll fail like a rotting boat mast's.
nostik go hard..
hey he bails more than a solid oak barn's.
get a grip, he's thick as hobbit's toes are.
only ever lapping it up if he's on his go-cart.
if Nostik's gnostic, god is faux pas. -
@ SBU
sup bro...
Lost focus? Me hardly
You can get served
Drive through like Arby's
Life's a party
And I'm hosting
Swimmin through waves of b*tches like the ocean
Three shots of Cuervo got me showin some emotion
I'm a closed off dude but your girl got me open
Ha
Wishful speakin... or just hopin
Just jokin
You know you got my respect, know the motion
Spit game sick so smooth like lotion
But you wanna come at me?
Get your guard up
Cuz I've been sh*t on and fed up
Beat down not let up
Despite my haters I only go harder
Move in the flames, call that cigar-stir
Get it? Like stir fry
You can get your fish fried - tartar
Sauce...
B*tch I'm the boss
You look confused like lost
And now you just lost, so please get lost
Cuz I have won
I am number one
Just on the mic playin, havin' some fun
Let's start this battle cuz sh*t has just begun... -
Originally Posted by quickill
you're "boss" of what? ..not of my faction.
you're not boss but I'll pick-it. strike action.
you'll have "won" once someday, maybe. not yet.
you get more "Lost" than watching the boxedset.
you've not even won once.. so why say it?
bad excuse if attitude is "on the mic playing".
you're a moaning b*tch on the mic like it's vibrating.
I spit so slick it's laminar flow.
you're amateur bro, can't handle a pro,
deep"fried fish", better batter 'em though.
I'm fly; at the apex. you're just straight vexed.
I'll put "beat down" even harder than Dre's desks.
your "life's a party"? hardly.
aphex twin couldn't f*ck with my heartbeat.
you'll die-wrecked.. I'll direct Gs like DePalma.
your moniker's 'p*ssy' if billed as "cigar-stir".
paws and hear me-ow't like you're vermin.
you'll "get it like stir fry". I'll slice, burn and serve him.
on the real though, I owe this rapper an apology,
"my girl got him open".. amateur lobotomy.
you're defeated. best bough down like falling tree limbs.
you're "havin fun" writing? well it makes for boring reading.Last edited by _SBU; 02-06-2012 at 12:57 PM.
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Alright son, I started off easy
Believe me, sh*t's bout to get greasy
Run up on your street see,
My word play's inferno
Leave your lyrics with burn holes
Hackin like wormholes, you got me? hell no
I'll sh*t down her throat once I slit your girl's neck
You didn't get the picture, you lost my respect
You ain't just broke son you're f*ckin in debt
You don't deserve sh*t, except to be sh*t on
I come at you with guns drawn
Talkin lobotomy, that sh*t don't bother me
It'll take a f*ckin saw to see how deep this sh*t goes
Slappin you like hoes, Lord knows, you sealed your f*ckin fate
You made one big mistake, tryin' to f*ck with a Great
Get your life erased, locked behind the gates
Soon to be replaced, know your f*ckin place
You don't deserve to live, I'll make you suicidal
Cryin like "what I do", you tried to f*ck with me
The realest, illest, nastiest MC
Can't you f*ckin see?
It's clear like HD
This why your b*tch hates me
Cuz after I f*ck her, I drop her back to you
Number one loser, turn you to a boozer
Your lyrics make me snooze uh
You're barely worth my time, hit that rewind
Hit that slow motion
Gotcha wide open
Scalpel - smokin, blunt blowin
As I rip out your lungs, now isn't this fun son?
Party's just begun
Cut you up in slices, then run and get my gun
Aphex twins, that sh*ts for f*ckin nerds
Ain't you f*ckin heard?
Get some original taste, your sh*t is out-played
You're like a dog spayed
I'm f*ckin laughin at ya, wannabe rapper
You're like 99% of the b*tches on this board
You can rhyme three words, think you went hard
Sad and bizzare
To a deaf man's ears, you're a terrible song
Shoulda quit long
Ago, ho, don't get the picture
F*ck your baby sister
Little f*ckin kid, I'll f*ck your baby sitter
That's right I'm straight nasty
You're somethin like ashy
Ask me
Catastrophe
It's a compliment, I'm spent
Just f*cked your moms, she said it's too long
Cut off her head said b*tch so long
Took a hit off a bong
Think you'll one up me
B*tch you're dead wrong -
quick price on ya head, top bid at tha auction
tools make ya drip, like a slip in tha faucet
ya shits in tha closet ya deposit more
I jus leave my other **** at tha closet door
not tha type to type some **** tht I nvr knew
pyrex & smoke pot, pot tha residue
watch the work boomerang like the letter u
thts my word, tell em other *****s get a clue
u think I'm lyin but this **** is almost reflex
detect tha defects & leave em teethless
my *****, & my whip both do tricks
yet my dog dnt wanna fukn learn no new tricks
all these fukn squares, ya click made of rubiks
all dat false **** dead thts some true ****
see I'm only 18 but I'm planned out
little a rich man down to a handout
been an outstanding ***** cuz I stand out
while u sittin in, I gets it in, 10 to 10 -
Originally Posted by iamskipp
yeah i know my style top bid the auction,
cuz i spit it out like a thick green concoction,
my next local option put you up for adoption,
i use you as dopson, my style antitoxin,
i look over the sunset i see a flag of truce,
i still let loose, disfuse,enthuse you ill still abuse,
ill never call it truth nor ever call it quits,
never omits,rap i commits,spits on your wits,
your rap came in a kit,with only one solo script,
you see me rollin up in my 2012 land rover,
i was just stoping by to give you some closure,
at the same time you gettin busted for indecent exposure,
bruh just get a 9-5 job stop being a loafer,
i have something to disclosure,
i was at the bank and seen your crib forclosure,
i know where you can get some boxes to make a enclosure,
cuz i think you might need it whatever you can get,
because with boxes you dont need a building perment,
lickity split,your unfit,in national debt,
i still got my corvette,your stuck with your diskette,
time to submit,your scripts are just sh*t -
Hahah your **** was whack*
Your rhymes they lack*
My name is Jamie*
I'm hot in this game but **** can you blame me?*
So deep in these bars n***** goin save me*
Ha ***** shut the f*** up sit down and listen son
Do this **** for fun
Better f*****' run*
Oh you think I'm done*
Well I really just begun*
B**** kick rocks*
Matta fact run
I'ma ***** with my 9 my .44 gun
C walk down the block*
Hugin on my glock*
***** I'ma crip to the pistol I do grip*
I love my city*
My rhymes mo witty*
Kill ya no pity*
Sellin e fo fitty*
Ain't afraid to rap*
Ain't afraid to scrap*
Ain't afraid to blow heat wit my strap*
Shoot you one shot make your brain drain*
Double play bk knife to your jugular vein*
My rhymes are insane*
Doin lines of cocaine*
Smokin Mary Jane*
I'm better than the same*
Yo shits just lame*
So hot these n***** just came*
Yeah i make it rain*
I run this whole game*
Not even for the fame*
100 bars down now I'm here to finish other ****** diminished
Strong on dro like popeye and his spinach*
At the end of this flow youre gonna wish you were dead*
All your lyrics you spit **** they already once said*
chick said yo dikk small aftah she gave you head*
Kill ya if you rep that red*
Oh **** aha your probably lame in bed*
I'll execute you n**** face to the ground*
No trace to be found*
Got the chronic in my mouth I be reppin*that south*
Now shut your f*****' mouth*
I'll put 36 holes in yo diet
Start a riot f****r be quiet*
Leakin out your tummy*
I'm all bout the paper call me
Ms money* -
Alright, Shaadow, QuickIll, SBU and West G,
Stand in line, one at a time, don't try to join and test me .
BabyGirl, stand back, Don't 'front'
Its WestSide, don't rep any colors, thats dumb,
You know how I ride .
Ill bring these verses down, 'Quick', cuz Im too 'Ill',
Im reppin' 'West' side, 'G', Your 'Shaadow' standin' too still .
'Stop Bringing Up' bull sh*t, don't even try to hate,
Don't hesitate, to bring down the 'Skip'ped script that you made .
Just cuz 'I am' more 'Skip'ped than a fresh mixed tape,
Doesn't mean you have to waste you breath, on a 'spit-take' ,
For Pete's sake, sometimes I wonder how,
Did I make a ripped script, in these times Im livin' now .
If I forgot to mention someone in this whole damn script. . .
Don't trip, Ill get you on the next, replied-sh*t . -
someone? n*gga, you forgot sometwo - Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard
who? this motherf*cker about to slaughter you.
on the news... headline: Nostik-go-hard
found stabbed dead with a thousand glass shards
yeah, you'll bring these verses 'down' lower
elevatin you ain't, so 'best views' you don't show-her
BabyGirl's 'front's out-shone by shaadows
and SBU... well, what do I know?
'lypo' - like this b*tch's verse needs 'suction'
reduction a-breast to your lyrical functions.
your productions are too easy to f*ck with
like sh*t... Pete's sake? I already drunk it.
hand to camera cuz no one wants to see this face
regardless of how fresh the mixed tape
this sh*t's rape, run home scream "bloody murder"
cuz glass-shards cut hard n I'm gonna hurt ya
further... more - words like bullets rain from the air
f*ck ya face up... but sh*t... "don't touch my hair!"
tie you down and force feed you wasabe
leave your face stained like you got bukkake'dHip-hop is art. Don't make a pop hit, be smart. Take it back to the start, like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart. -
Shut-up, respect who taught you.. you minor-cocky rhymer-jockey; ..'biter', copies.. Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard
..writer hobbies haunt you..
what's up with 'fighter' proxy, a sniper obviously spots you..
It's nothing.. I'm a striker, pull 'viper'.. 'biter' but to drop dudes..Last edited by smoothtung; 02-11-2012 at 07:54 PM.
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Since when did i place the labtop in the kitchen Originally Posted by Babygirl907
B*tch best be wishin you finished them dishes
Or you can treat me like a dandelion and blow me for wishes
To make you look beautiful, cause obviously looks arent your buisness
Cause like a tree you better leaf me alone
Or like a pest, ill come in ya home
Run up on your sh*t, and bag ya kids quick
Rugrats are my sin forgotten when i swig that gin
And one by one, ill cut off their heads
And after im done, ill f*ck what is left
You think im sick? While take a call numba
The predators evicts from that primitive slumber
Cause its not a game, no, its not a joke
Your "thuggin" bars is the only reason i spoke,
You think you can say whatever you feels tight?
Remember you owe men the gratitude for your rights -
Originally Posted by In Ten Cities
Yo is this motherf*cker serious?
Tryina hate on this girl when he can't even get a b*tch?
Tryina act hard you probably never even been in a fight
Talk that sh*t in real life prolly end up losin your life
Your kids and your wife, your wallet and Nike's [neye'cks]
Or more like your Gameboy and f*ckin pocket knife
You misogynist hater, ain't even spellin sh*t right
Alright I'mma kill this b*tch now - hand me the mic
(beat drops)
Punk rapper, f*ggot lookin dapper
Couldn't be bad if MJ f*ckin slapped ya
You're a hater, and your lyrics're straight sh*t
You couldn't write a motherf*ckin book about the alphabet
Who's that? Quickill, too ill
Smashin' these phony rapper like a F250 on road kill
I'm so real
I be jumpin' out your f*ckin headphones
Strangle you with the f*ckin cable and chop your f*ckin legs off
Then tape them to my body and walk around like I'm John Gotti
While I leave your amputated body in a f*ckin porta-potty
To float with the rest of your family, you're so sh*tty it's naughty
You smell me?
Hell no - you won't ever understand me
So I'll buy you a mass burial pit and murder your whole family
Talkin about find her in the kitchen?
B*tch that's wishful thinkin
I know where you f*ckin livin all they use are paper plates
So don't mess with true Bosses who rep the empire state
Go back to f*ckin bed kid you're up too f*ckin late
Your life's a mistake - trust I talked to your moms
Don't try to come back against me, you can't compare
I'll rob you for your f*ckin food stamps and welfare
Invite you into my home and act like I don't live there
Kill you on my sofa with my own kitchen knife
Then make you buy me new furniture after I bring you back to life
Take you to my backyard that's when I f*ckin strike
Then leave your dead body for Babygirl to finish off - arrightLast edited by quickill; 02-11-2012 at 08:42 PM.
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Originally Posted by _nostik_go_hard
ight look , yo yo
nostik just tryed to turn up the heat,
when in fact he know we all got better beats,
nostik go home your makin us all sick,
befor we call chris angel for his next magic trick,
it took me awhile to realize your name "no-stik"
you lost at a card game and lost your little di*k,
as a kid you must have been held against you will,
is that your reason for battlein' me shadow and quickill,
im going to verbally dismember you and hold you captive,
tell people your radioactive hidin' in lake plaacid,
so adapt this true hit just made it up no fukin script,
grabin' your girls tits while she rides my fat di*k-
spickety spick backflip on the wingtip of the sinking
ship eating ruffle chips with no permits im not going
to try to submit anything unfit id just rather admit
to somthing i didnt commit and hoof-it like a spinning
drill bit covered in green sh*t while eatin yo mamas cl*t
zipity zip you better just dip runaway quit do a base hit
of my white sh*t fukin hick just go flush it kid no witts,
.....yo every body stop nostik had somthing to demonstrate,
grab a comfy seat lets watch him vegitate,
i didnt mean to kill nostik i didnt premeditate,
that sh*t im gunna deligate stand up fu*kin celebrate, -
Alright Nostik, West G just killed you
I'm bout to dig your f*ckin grave
So take your picture down
Cuz you won't have no face to save
You ain't freakin brave you're f*ckin stupid
You don't compare to me or Shaadow I'm bout to lose it
The only thing you do on these boards is hype yourself up
I'm sick of your phony as*, hell we're all gettin fed up
Bout to smash you for real and never ever let up
So just give up for you get chewed up and spit up like a bad cup
Of cheap as* Ramen noodles
I'm c*ck-a-doodle
Means I'm crazy and angry so let's see you tempt me then get it...
Turn my headphones up cut the lights off, time to finish this b*tch off for good...
I was born to be no one
Promised no future
Walk a mile in my shoes?
Don't even go there
From a place so cold it's all ice and all snow there
Even in summah just bummin a blunt tah
Try to get by, to try to get high
Cuz livin my life I just tried to survive
You spoiled as* kid
You're livin a lie
Makin me sigh
You don't have a clue
Try to live how I've lived, you wouldn't be you
You'd be non-existent, pushes up daisies
You rap with that weak sh*t, it don't even phase me
Your raps are just lazy
You lack knowledge of true work
I'm spittin a true verse
Cuz all I speak's true words
I'll show ya the truth hurts
You've accomplished nothing
Short of just fronting
Got the verbiage of a thirteen
And that's bein' generous
It's f*ckin horrendous
Yeah I grew up quick
Too big for my britches
You never get b*tches
You only b*tch slapped
Cuz your sh*t is straight wack
Now take a big step back
And look at yourself
You're beggin for help
You're dyin for health
I'm headed for wealth
I came from practically no-where
I'm headed for grad school
I'll be bankin on six figs
From comin where I lived
Now that gives me real cred
My b*tch gives me real head
You're probably single, prolly a virgin
Oh did that sh*t hurt? That means that it's workin
What the f*ck do you know you're straight f*ckin foolish
You look like a poseur cuz you sound f*ckin toolish
Me I'm on real sh*t, me I'm too legit
You don't even mention my f*ckin names in your raps
Stupid motherf*cker better take that sh*t back
Cuz this verse took me nothing, cuz I got you what lack
Cuz me I'm the real thing, you - you can get clapped
Sick like you got clap
So don't even try rap
Just put up the white flag
I might f*ckin spare ya
Cuz killin you this bad
Is f*ckin embarrassin
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TO quickill:
You, better? who the f*ck told you that?
You saying im sh*t is like an elphant calling a pig fat
Its obvious that your confidence is fading
From the lonely nights and sites for dating
Dont percieve facts the your flow is that
Of one who knows the rap front to back
But i know you like those gangstea raps
And think im uneqquiped to handle tasks
Well, The beat dropped again
You got beef? Nigg* lets put it on the bread
Let the left tuck you in, the right leavya dead
If you see a light at the tunnel, Nigg* dont look back
You dont wanna see the sh*t im gonna to that little brat
Ima gonna take her' and rape her'
Shake her' and bake her'
Put her body in the cupoard, that flavour i savour
Ill see you in hell *****, day wont come any later
"Quickills the real deal and runs the forums" O NO!
When really hes just a p*ssy that loves them gay pornos
A fagg*t a*s homo with a*s kissers and wack flows
Butt ticklers, punk b*tches and a c*nt filled with escargot -
I'ma diss-this-member then dis-member this bender out of pity Originally Posted by In Ten Cities
arms, legs, head, the rest spread out evenly 'in-ten-cities'.
slice your eyes into 3.142 pieces, make 'pi'... 20/20 de-vision
that 3rd line was dope. y'all know I don't have to write no more to kill'em.
EDIT: f*ck it, I'm bored... 4 more lines:
didn't mention your girl cuz, well, she's a 'touchy subject'
hands all over d*cks but fails to make their nub flex
dumb sense you got - cuz it be never spoken
but I guess it's 'hard-talk' only when you like c*ck-in-throat funLast edited by CheesyBacon; 02-12-2012 at 08:46 AM.
Hip-hop is art. Don't make a pop hit, be smart. Take it back to the start, like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart. -
Im guessin' you just threw those lines in, With no doubt of mistake. . . . Originally Posted by CheesyBacon
I guess Ill have to swiss 'Cheese' you up, and 'Bake'-you-'in' a cake . . .
Now that would just taste raw, but f*ck it, I ain't a chef,
When it comes to spittin', I have to go Careless, with no regret .
Remorse-less, pure malice . Don't trip, Ill let you sucka' have it,
Knockin' all of you at once, would'nt be 'real' talent, real savage . . .
Yeuhp . This is out-of-the-ordinary - actually 'extrodinary',
Im tired of this. . . Just blow youself up, on the contrary . -
This n*gga. . . Cleary talkin' about your d*ck and f*ckin' my mom, Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B
Im guessin' you never got laid, at my age. . .No comment upon .
I ain't radioactive really, but I-am-not a human,
Im superior than you, or is it you who's just in-human .
With 'spickety spit' this and 'zipity zip' that. . .
Calm down, you ain't no beatin' somebody, you know for a fact .
Wait, didn't I teach you a lesson, on your last thread ?
I nearly dis-membered you from this sh*t, and left you half-dead .
