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Now get this straight
I’m am white i can rhyme I do it all the time
Can’t beat me I’m a motherfuckin MC
can’t stop it u no how I do
I’m a true rhymer unlike the rest of u
I beat yo ass no matter wat u say or do
and the sad part is u just got served by
a cracker the 1 and only true rapper
white boy i’ll teach ya how to learn to rap
and let u fools know how to earn the plaques
i tear ya frame out or blow ya brains out
and laugh at the gushy shit that came out
i’m the ace so u know what my name is bout
fuck battle rhymes the nine shatters spines
stand in line i’ll beat u all one at a time
cause if u battle me bring the whole cavalry
i’ll gradually burn u like calories
and casually turn u all into casualties
and happilly show apathy
each of u is a fuckin act 2 me
Umm, yea whoever wants a real battle, non this thread pussy asss shit, and against someone who does net battles champ holder by 2 outta 3 ive been in. holla at me
DRAGON MOTHER FUCKERS,i dont battle pussys, bitters, feeders. You think you big, ill throw a bet up, $100. For serious battlers holla at the $100, for fun niggaz im down no bet buit bring da game, this is a open shoutout holla at me.
Fuck AOL
MSN - dr4gon_productions@hotmail.com
Emmail or add me im on every mondday/tuesday/wednesday
yall niggas cant rap, call me king flow cause with you wings u can flap. the kid with dope rimes is back, strait out of the pin so call me the king, better be straped if you coming to my hood. we turn night to day, in my hood they do the b and ck. and we do this shit like every day you run and you hide but you wont get away
Ya’LL CAN’T RAP, listen to da masta,
ya’ll take it slow, but Ima go fasta
ya’ll mothafucka’s, rhymes off beat,
ya’ll stupid people, who beat yo meat
ya’ll can’t be like two-two-six,
ya’ll little fags, who suck each othas dicks
ya’ll bitches, that ain’t got no flow,
ya’ll try to keep up wit me, but you to slow.
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kev360 wrote:
98supra wrote:
Kev, Why do u want me 2 be gay?
because i want to bend you over and shoot chocolate gew in your asshole.
mother fucker i ain’t never scared
places u won’t go bitch i’m heavy there
got beef fuckin everywhere
big hammers clean and neat like pedicares
who the fuck can fuck with me
doin a buck 50 i still buck 50
buck quickly spartan a bitch can’t keep up with me
ski mask way like i’m fuckin 50
shell catchers leave no evidence
put it 2 ya dome pop pop i’ma represent
its evident i’m heaven sent, my burners never spent
i remain the same and fame will never change
dedicated to the game
dedicated to tearin up frames
a warnin don’t step in my range
leave u dead in ya range
the pigs won’t even know who to blame
strained heads estranged from their brains
grey matter leakin i hear no speakin
only fiery talk from the barrell
bloodied up apperall showin bone marrow
i blast straight through it
if i say it i’ll do it
i’m the truest u knew it
i get stupid...better yet retarded
if i’m holdin a llama u die regardless
the hardest rhymes designed on a dime
i’ll say one last time
and nobody fuckin wit mine
i’m simply the elite
i need cemetary silence when i speak
nan one of faggots can compete
with freestyle imperial styles that i teach
if u holdin head i dare u to reach
that dumb shit will leave u 6 feet deep
u’ll see me spittin fire
like a flame when i’m spittin fire from bottled liquor vile
the next post is a bitch revival
u all should just retire
grab the door close it and lock it
when i get to u gimme your wallet
b4 i cock it i need a profit
then i’ll let the shells tear up the office
when the swat team enters i hit the floor
go on a suicide run chased out the door
5-0 perched behind the adjacent store
stole a whip now i’m dumpin the whole clip
this piece ain’t worth a broke dick
hop out and grab a dead pigs 45
bullets and they faces now collide
just remembered the mack 10 on my side
see back then i was high
choppers over head with lights flashin
i’m dashin they seein' my gun flashin
they already knew i was ready 4 action
nuthin but satisfaction while i’m mashin
i squeezed of with a passion at they badges
blood now turns into patches
can’t get through the gate cause of the latches
they on my ass tryin' to turn me to ashes
i ducked out in an ally
they close enough 2 grab me
shits gonna turn out badly
but somehow i score 3 more casualties
my getaway driver pullin up somethin i’m glad to see
actually this seems like a trap 2 me
put 2 in his head i’m seein nuthin but red
cops screamin cuase i’m dumpin nuthin but lead
just when i thought i was scot-free they shoot me dead
my thoughts are fruitful
its crucial that i’m truthful
and to be honest i’m brutal
when firin shots from the noodle
my flow is vicious
and totally malicious
i’m fuckin relentless
in each and every sentence
there will be no repentance
I simply go ballistic
now they after me in forensics
studying my bullets balistics
straight from the farm bitch
ur syllables is harmless
i got em sweatin like armpits
soon i step in the place
weapon in waste
now u got a fuckin tec to ya face
squeeze with index
like a bottle of windex
slugs flyin around your head like insects
then i go for the midsect
that’s how u get wet
ain’t even got u in ya dick yet
like a said i got big tecs
and u aint seen shit yet
if u suspect u get ya nuts checked
leave that pussy shit at home
or meet my pretty thing wrapped in chrome
i’ll slap ya dome
crack backs and bones
callin up the cops on ya phone
be in the patty wagon
braggin about the gats he be havin
torture chamber in my summer cabin
all ya’ll under braggin
so don’t say shit about my style
cause u’ll end food 4 tha crocadiles
im gangsta rap o' tha new generation u hear ma shit thinkin i wish i was a relashion. haha lil d up on da mic killin fake mc’s is wot i do wit ma life, but if aint gotta a pistal i make sure i gotta knife, look homie in da street is where u’ll find me, beef crakin' gangsta werein air nikeys
wath the fuck, ya all suck
cant rhyme ,cant shine
il fuck U all with my lil black nine
yeah im CJ ,sumethang mow than a DJ
belive me ,just made a new CD
Yow BiG rEd,pants are wet??
dont call it a miracel ,you’le soon be dead
with 3 holes in ya head.
im a bit like pac,rapping and dont stop.
Ya crazy ass niggas who U think U are
Rememba I got a knife and soon U got a scar.
Im just like nass.
I make the cash.
Howzy ass!.
c-unit ,U do it
i like UR raps U Show em,probertly the best of this forum
C is a Mc ,a G , thats my motherfucking homie, ya see
sow dogs chill out, thats the what its all about .
im a white ass boy and ur the fucking crowd.
sow guys this was my last outcome
and my e-mail addres is “thisisntmyemail@hotmail.com"
When you see me on TV, always remember,
I star was made on the 5th of September,
watchin rappas rap, and da gangsta’s fight
it was a good sight, but it won’t right
but ya still gotta keep goin to da top
or ya might end up, gettin yo ass popped
Walkin in da dark one night, car rollin through
bullets flyin to me, but I don’t die foo!
take my nine out, start bustin some caps,
but that’s over now let’s get back to some raps
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kev360 wrote:
98supra wrote:
Kev, Why do u want me 2 be gay?
because i want to bend you over and shoot chocolate gew in your asshole.
yo this is it the platinum joint dat gonna put all u pussy ass niggas in ya place, hit the base, gimi sum muva fukin space, ill go upside ya face u aint go no pase youre a waste o space, peace out !
Yo i dont give a shit about what you think,
but I’m a spit you punk ases whit what i think,
is the best for ya all to suck on
and get the fuck on
so i can tell you bitchez what is going on.
Some of you are wery kocky but ups so em I
but the problem is that you all would like to be a gay
Like me
so brothers cant you see
im the man that is spitting pure quality.
I aint no rapper,infact describe me as an angel/
Im just a girl in here testing my minds lyrical level/
I aint no freestlyer, I dont even know if i have a flow/
but it dont matter thaugh, im not writing this sh*t to run a rap show//
Usually mcees say “testing” over the mic/
but for now youll just have to settle for these basic words that I write/
I was just thinking bout life and more one night/
thaught crossed my mind and I saw a glimpse of Rene on the mic!//
Its never been a dream,a mission,ambission,just a sudden vision/
now i see myself on online sites writing out bullsh*t//
well anyway,i think ive had more than my say/
Imma end this one here and call it my last online comment today//
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