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Tha Pimp wrote: I be slapping bitches all day//
When she says no, man she betta pay//
Tha money is all i need//
I don´t give a fuck if that bitch got kids to feed//
All I want is to satisfy ma greed//

come on man
u could do betta than that
only 5 lines
i do double nd im still noly in my prime
nd i could drop my rhymes on da drop of a dime
thinkin all about money
wat about da honeys?
u greedy
i dont even wanna battle u
like da little kids say
this battle was easy peeezy lemon squeezy
LOL

Captain Cock wrote: I wanna battle someone

yo ill battle u
i aint bitin no more
i promise
u could even read my rhymes i just spit
they dont sound like i was bitin

That Dude Moose E.B. wrote: n ima change it just by usin less words not by makin the lyrics better


The new school rap game is trash, Battle me? get embarrassed//
But Im coming back at that bitch locked and loaded, Eric Harris//
Lyrical gats. Niggas can clap but most of what they spit is whack//
I mix Street Rules with Rap, you spit bullets n I spit crack//
lifes looking dim, ima light it using rap music//
but its hard, family booing at how i wanna go though it//
If I hear another hater fuck bein shady I might just lose it//
n stop talking about pulling triggers, g unit, n do it!//
the aftermath, would be sick killing my family but i cant be standing it//
As an outlet n grade school I would spaz out randomly//
Until I found rapping to speak spoken words followed by applause//
I hope to be Stan Lee of the game, A wolverine bowss//
I see me ripping cyphers on MTV/BET with my Claws//

i doubt u b rippin cyphers on mtv
u probly out of high skool
nd dont even hav ur ged
u gots 2 stop frontin
u aint got nuttin
but last nite ur girl nd i nutted
im flyin
while all yall niggas r dyin

ok let me tell u my life story
u aint been wat ive been through
ur life is a toy story
or even worse... its probly just boring
im a queens boy
college point
i aint playin wit u boy
i aint neva gunna b smokin dem joints
like u gettin high as a kite
dat shit makes u not 2 brite
dat only makes me lite

but u reppin wak ass E-N-G-L-A-N-D
us america dudes is free
u probly got a kind or dictator
u cant get no girls ova there
so da only thing u is, is a masturbator
or u just probly eat all day nd now u like a refrigarator
i like 2 stay fit nd run up nd down da escalators

That Dude Moose E.B. wrote: n ima change it just by usin less words not by makin the lyrics better


The new school rap game is trash, Battle me? get embarrassed//
But Im coming back at that bitch locked and loaded, Eric Harris//
Lyrical gats. Niggas can clap but most of what they spit is whack//
I mix Street Rules with Rap, you spit bullets n I spit crack//
lifes looking dim, ima light it using rap music//
but its hard, family booing at how i wanna go though it//
If I hear another hater fuck bein shady I might just lose it//
n stop talking about pulling triggers, g unit, n do it!//
the aftermath, would be sick killing my family but i cant be standing it//
As an outlet n grade school I would spaz out randomly//
Until I found rapping to speak spoken words followed by applause//
I hope to be Stan Lee of the game, A wolverine bowss//
I see me ripping cyphers on MTV/BET with my Claws//

i doubt u b rippin cyphers on mtv
u probly out of high skool
nd dont even hav ur ged(got this line from sum dude dat was spittin on bet)
u gots 2 stop frontin
u aint got nuttin
but last nite ur girl nd i nutted
im flyin
while all yall niggas r dyin

ok let me tell u my life story
u aint been wat ive been through
ur life is a toy story
or even worse... its probly just boring
im a queens boy
college point
i aint playin wit u boy
i aint neva gunna b smokin dem joints
like u gettin high as a kite
dat shit makes u not 2 brite
dat only makes me lite

but u reppin wak ass E-N-G-L-A-N-D
us america dudes is free
u probly got a king or dictator
u cant get no girls ova there
so da only thing u is, is a masturbator
or u just probly eat all day nd now u like a refrigarator
i like 2 stay fit nd run up nd down da escalators

Flyin Ryan wrote:

Captain Cock wrote: I wanna battle someone

yo ill battle u
i aint bitin no more
i promise
u could even read my rhymes i just spit
they dont sound like i was bitin

lol

Captain Cock wrote:

Flyin Ryan wrote:

Captain Cock wrote: I wanna battle someone

yo ill battle u
i aint bitin no more
i promise
u could even read my rhymes i just spit
they dont sound like i was bitin

lol

come on man
lets battle
imma spit first

check it

its me against captain cock
afta this battle he gunna feel like u just got hit in da head by a rock
stop tryin 2 act black..... u white like a sock
trust me, im da captain of da cocks
go ask ur girl
she’ll kno
she told me she dont like ur ugly ass jerry curls
u dont wanna battle cuz u kno imma run u ova like bo (jackson)
i cant wait 2 c wat u gotta reply 2 this 1
u probly wont reply cuz there r none

have u guys heaRd da new krs nd buckshot albuM

its so hot

im tryin 2 post some videos
all da songs r hot

idk how 2 do it
but look up da album
its called SURVIVAL SKILLS
every single 1 of da songs on dat album is hot

Start at :13

ayo im back from my visit to my old town//
but there wasnt nothin merry on this merry-go-round//
when nobody knows your name in the city you claim//
its a pity,its something really that tickles my brain//
my deliverys changed from a little deranged conflict//
a little amazed, back to the kid that you played ball wit//
a cripplin stage,you can get up or just stay fallen//
with nothing to say,fuck it,and tuck it away,bluffin//
drink your problems away,or lay back and just blaze somethin//
stay puffin while im blowin notes straight thru the trumpet//
my girl hummin a tune like the winds in June//
so light but a comforting tone,its like home//
how i knew..how it used to be back in those days//
but its thru..as these new days dawn upon the page//
feelin blue..i’d tell her how I love her like so//
and how I keep her with me every place that I go//
and baby let me tell ya,every place that I go//
only makes it clearer to me that theres nothin like home...//

Edit..

Yo yo yo, still keeping it real/
Comprehending me is still quite an ordeal/
My rapping skills have still got the training wheels/
You hear me dog? You down? You feel?/

I’m not from the hood so I’ve got no cred/
Never in a gang and no one is dead/
At least I’ve got a job and I’m sane in the head/
Yeah boyeeeeeeeeeeeee! That’s what I just said/

I’m so cool and you’re totally lame/
Like, awesome and rad, and I’ve got lots of fame/
Not really, I jest, I’m not good at joking/
Much like asthma isn’t helped by smoking/

I ate spaghetti earlier, it was really tasty/
Unlike my skin tone which is very pasty/
But it’s not because I stay indoors all day/
Nor does wearing skinny jeans make a person gay/

If that were fact than everyone in the 80s was/
In a decade where anti-gayness was all abuzz/
Not gay at all then but it is right now?/
Jealous you can’t fit in them you fucking cow/

Anyways if you can’t tell, I like Halo/
Idiotic people like to call it Gaylo/
If you suck at a game, of course you’ll hate it/
There are lots of sucky people online who play it/

I admit my skills at Halo 3 aren’t good anymore/
I get fucked very often just like a cheap whore/
Except minus the sex because I’m still a virgin/
Finding pussy I hopefully won’t be too long in searchin'/

But I’m as fucking ugly as a sea urchin/
My rhymes are total shit so your stomachs are lurchin'/
I’ve got a license and a car but it doesn’t help me/
I’m single for as long as I can foresee/

No I’m not a loner I’ve got plenty of friends/
But in terms of a sex life they’re all dead ends/
When I see a hot girl I really want to fuck her/
But so far, all attempts have no such luck, sir/

I’ll engage with anyone who wants to battle/
I’ll herd your asses up like some retarded cattle/
I’m by far the weirdest rapper on this site/
But right now I’m really tired so to y’all, goodnight/

I will dog every last nigga on dis page in da freestyle game and I aint nuthin but 14 check dis shit:
- My flows is like hova
-homie I thought U told ya
-Put down tha controller
-cuz you know da game is ova
-be easy before i leave you foamin like a shook soda
-I’m shootin from any range while I’m rollin niggas ova
-back then
-I used to write my raps wit a blak pen
now I put yo bak in
-wit dat blak mac 10
-Dog u thank u rapp In
-Nall you reely slack IN
-you can get hit wit a louisiana slugga tha fat end

no prevention when my flow descendin
im endin all the ruckus
untuck this knife
and end ya life, men is trife
so i keep the heat
kill ya on the sheet
still ya nuthin when im bustin
i delete you and ya cousin,
wit the concussion hitter,
rushin quicker wit the wesson
when the liquor in my essence,
im blessin the game and the lames, ridin high like a crane in the lane

fuck it, if you say ya rugged
ima grab the sandpaper
sayin see ya man later
my fan spray ya, the coldest
layers of them bullets
in ya chest, i been arrested
for killin contestants
if you in the game i pinned ya dame
left her breathless, you men a shame
when a maned lion is supplyin the rhymin
no stoppin it, i got to spit
so i can be shinin wit diamonds
got a crack flow im boxin it
climb in the environment, i keep it hot
so much dro it make ya breathin stop
hangin mc’s, we the knot tiers
leave ya body empty of its fire
im higher than the pearly gates
fuckin wit me leads to an early fate
i curl ya hate, gettin strong off the long faced fakes, tryna place snakes in my sleeves and cake
dont mistake my attitude
if im mad at you ima grab the tool
might be a rapper but i keep the clapper too, just in case
md wit duct tape to keep ya guts in place

HALOOOOOOOO wrote: Yo yo yo, still keeping it real/
Comprehending me is still quite an ordeal/
My rapping skills have still got the training wheels/
You hear me dog? You down? You feel?/

I’m not from the hood so I’ve got no cred/
Never in a gang and no one is dead/
At least I’ve got a job and I’m sane in the head/
Yeah boyeeeeeeeeeeeee! That’s what I just said/

I’m so cool and you’re totally lame/
Like, awesome and rad, and I’ve got lots of fame/
Not really, I jest, I’m not good at joking/
Much like asthma isn’t helped by smoking/

I ate spaghetti earlier, it was really tasty/
Unlike my skin tone which is very pasty/
But it’s not because I stay indoors all day/
Nor does wearing skinny jeans make a person gay/

If that were fact than everyone in the 80s was/
In a decade where anti-gayness was all abuzz/
Not gay at all then but it is right now?/
Jealous you can’t fit in them you fucking cow/

Anyways if you can’t tell, I like Halo/
Idiotic people like to call it Gaylo/
If you suck at a game, of course you’ll hate it/
There are lots of sucky people online who play it/

I admit my skills at Halo 3 aren’t good anymore/
I get fucked very often just like a cheap whore/
Except minus the sex because I’m still a virgin/
Finding pussy I hopefully won’t be too long in searchin'/

But I’m as fucking ugly as a sea urchin/
My rhymes are total shit so your stomachs are lurchin'/
I’ve got a license and a car but it doesn’t help me/
I’m single for as long as I can foresee/

No I’m not a loner I’ve got plenty of friends/
But in terms of a sex life they’re all dead ends/
When I see a hot girl I really want to fuck her/
But so far, all attempts have no such luck, sir/

I’ll engage with anyone who wants to battle/
I’ll herd your asses up like some retarded cattle/
I’m by far the weirdest rapper on this site/
But right now I’m really tired so to y’all, goodnight/

dont lie
u da 1 dats gunna die
u aint got no friends
u like mj, ur only friend is ben
i kno u aint gunna engage me
cuz im like a renegade
u da retarded cattle
cuz u cant even battle
nd u really gotta go 2 sleep
while u asleep ur girl lettin me beat, beat, beat, beat, beat
if u gotta problem then lets fite
but i doubt u would do dat cuz u pussy so have a goodnite

any1 wanna battle

Vintage wrote:

Start at :13

ayo im back from my visit to my old town//
but there wasnt nothin merry on this merry-go-round//
when nobody knows your name in the city you claim//
its a pity,its something really that tickles my brain//
my deliverys changed from a little deranged conflict//
a little amazed, back to the kid that you played ball wit//
a cripplin stage,you can get up or just stay fallen//
with nothing to say,fuck it,and tuck it away,bluffin//
drink your problems away,or lay back and just blaze somethin//
stay puffin while im blowin notes straight thru the trumpet//
my girl hummin a tune like the winds in June//
so light but a comforting tone,its like home//
how i knew..how it used to be back in those days//
but its thru..as these new days dawn upon the page//
feelin blue..i’d tell her how I love her like so//
and how I keep her with me every place that I go//
and baby let me tell ya,every place that I go//
only makes it clearer to me that theres nothin like home...//

Really felt that one out of your more recent lyrics. keep it up dude

so fasten your seat belts,
it’s so hot it will even make heat melt. - Snoop

Flyin Ryan wrote: any1 wanna battle

yeah kid. if you quick enough, and you actually write something worth replying too

so fasten your seat belts,
it’s so hot it will even make heat melt. - Snoop