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Dare to enter the "Lyrical Battlefield" - Part 1

 
 
 
 
I laid down a rhyme / one line at a time / it travels down your spine and comes out your behind / you love it, i does it, plus its, like no other you heard / we got Bobdasheep on the mic / Rapa comin tight / its OneLineRhyme and we do it all night

...and we out
            I'd like to thank Rapa, Bobdasheep, skrolikowski, can't forget lustmuffin, Alicia, drstrangelove.... the whole OLR crew!
You say you have a milli / but there are kids with a billi / livin in Zimbabway, that cant even buy bread / but you out there payin for head / soon those kids are gonna be dead / your heart is heavy like led / not even superman can save you
keep talking that slick shit, you get ur wig split/ make you contemplate the logistics of gettin' your wrists slit/ im spittin sickness, "not safe for the kids" shit/ the bitches think I'm shovenistic? Just wait till I SHOVE IN THIS DICK//
Dicks get shoved in quick / not to mention licked / lickety split lickety / in a rickshaw shack of Jackson and MLK / its a hip hop holiday / hip hop hooray / all the prick, pussy, wannabe gangbangas come out and play / and get sprayed quick / wit this hot spit from the tip o me lip / not to be fucked wit / ill have you in a ditch, laying in your own piss / I'm pissed / In my own pant... leg
Im a vet in the game like Nas, the rest all rookies like New Boyz/ ain't no real MC's tweetin'- thats for fat bitches and school boys/ so learn the rules boys/ if you aint wavin' techs and bustin' sets then dead that gangsta shit/ cuz everybody know you from the burbs homie, there ain't no shame in it/ I see the rainbow flag at your pad, I know you claiming it/ Thug life to Gay Pride with a mouth full of dick, so you aint sayin' shit//
comin equipped with liquid-slick licks/ slippin but i never trip on chicks/ i rip on you kids, call me silly rabbit and i'll give you some tricks/ when im rappin shit drips from my mind to my lips/ call me a pussy but bettah know im kissin ya chick's clit//
Crazy, you know me, flow master exerting poetry/from lips belonging to me, telling stories like novels, see/ you know I be, like Common, got enough raps that are communicating on next levels like shamans/ and when bob comes, you know wack rappers, get no sympathy/not giving anything out, this isn't some  philanthropy/ pathetic see, that's all I see, come over here, please, you should beg for forgiveness on your knees/ OLR crew got the rhymes and green, counting hundred thousands and millions/ you don't get with this, all you get is my dactylion.
yo its 1lyn rhyme/am new but ahead of ma tym/on point lyk d bell chimes/i spit flows lyk an imbecile/fuck wack kids up lyk a pedophile/dey cant spit so they just swallow/mcs softa dan marshmellow/lyk BDK am war in reverse/so i drop bombs wit a verse/i b d mop cleanin up d mess/wack mcs brought 2hiphop/flows 4rm sec to every hour/cuz am EMPERO 2d 18th letter/so check d technique lyk rakim/cuz the god i'm him/u beta know d ledge/since ma rhymes b heavier dan a sledge/
So don't push me cause im close to the edge/ like flash and mos def I pledge/ rippin MC's no matter their age/ no matter their range/ Transformers flow cause we need some change/ I only need OneLine to beat u at ur best/ reppin the west/ from killa Cali so don't try to test/ because thats a no-no/ I'd put the 9 to ur chest like ur Tony Romo/ Uh-oh snitch just called the Po-Po/ but its too late cause u already in the ozone...layer/now ur fam saying prayers/ man I love the game but i hate some of its players....
I keep it underground like a tomb/My raps don't suck, like a broken vacuum.
so take a seat in the back room/ get the bigger picture like no zoom/ ur like an addict with no shrooms/
Frontin is for fonys/ I blast on you and all yo homies/Not wit no guns jus the lyrics i spit. You dont live that life but i do this shit.
i break the mic on the fuckin flow that even make yellow bones drop it low, niggas riddin my dick so much i need a dildo, so everytime they think about gollo they can shove up in you ass real slow

Im a serial killer I kill all my versus, the morgues have no more room my lyrics took all the hurses

so sick i need all the nurses
you need to rehearse your verses
I'm leaving you feeling nervous
you have no bars, you got no service
i rock more than that ni//a elvis
pumpin more than just my pelvis
leaving you looking pale, G
its blasphemy how i blast enemies
while it's sad to see
the last real MC's
not get props on MTV
but fuck the mainstream
im recognized on the main streets
I'll rap to any plain beat
and I'll go nuts like some plane treats



haha, you probably think your sick/ but you already wrote that shit/ the only thing i rehearse is your girl on this dick, dont ever question my skill/ I get people excited and hyped like when they find a hundred dollar bill/ now your getting nervous because the lyrical genius has entered the surface/ they already know im gonna blow, thats what he said she said/I got more buzz than a bee's head/ but I havent made it yet/ the underdog go to vegas and make a bet/ Im coming for my stacks like bundles/ my city giving me hype but im staying humble/ but right now the drinks are getting to my mind, saying upsurd slurs/ but the drunks still bob there head cuz im explaing these drunk blurs/ every line is a dime every rhyme is mine/ im so gangsta i dont have time to commit a crime/ benjamin franklin only thing on my mind

thank you thank you, you've been listening to the "Incredible"

Who the fuck said, "Hip-Hop's Dead"? What, Nas? Fa'rell?/Fine, Q-Tip, Lupe, bury that nigga and his clientele.  

I'm tired of hearing that shit/PR hoes, come, get your throats slit

and receive the media attention you've be longing for (plenty)/Consider it free promotion. "The Chronicles of Nas", tonight, on 20/20.

Hip-Hop being dead is a fallacy/Fact from fiction, now, there was a casualty.

One deaf equates to one death.  It's up to you/prepare your Hip-Hop eulogies and instead of one casket, there'll be two.

I want ya'll to ask me to spit because I need to be heard, open your ears and you will love me with your hearts, lyrics will come straight from my factory and thats a fact, just believe in me it will take time, but you will fall in love like the first time you kiss it you get a feeling down your spine, no one should question my lyrics just praise them believe in me, I will make it and im not rapping im speaking, pray for me and i will pray for you, Once I make it if you believed in me then you will know deep inside that you made it too, if you hate on me now i need it too because thats my fire and my fans and god you are my water, and this is the realist shit i ever wrote, thank you lord

I'd come from the heart too
but I'm so far ahead
I'm in the lyrical battlefield, PART 2
You a dumbfuck, Im a smart-screw
You have twat-like crew
plus I bet you a twilight dude
you don't pass, you F this
so many bitches in my house you can call it a Hue Heff diss










Btw none of my rhymes are meant for anyone in this site...You know I love ya'll <3
Nobody can fuck with me/ don't even try to come to me/ I'm so far ahead I can't be seen/ like you Dracula lookin for your reflection/ you're a pussy ass bitch/ I'm Blade, you Twilight/ I'm a killer, you sparkle like a faggot

mauric10 nice response I see you, and the better I get i realize how much bad I really am at this rap shit I just speak because I never was a good at listening but just giving you props man keep spitting and Ill spit that fire back, just know Im unbeatable im on that floyd mayweather, but Im a man and ill tell you if you beat me, so its a friendly challenge

i was gonna diss kingvik but he aint worth it, he talking bout himself to much i can see hes hurtin, and mauric 10 surpised me, he spiting rhymes that are 10"S i aint blind g, yo so this girl i like she always keeps her guard up, so I gave her the mack, I said girl we like basketball, because you gotta bring your gaurd down, so we can move forward, and youll be the center of my attention, yea she feeling it, but so was I, the weakest words i hear is i try, because i do, yea its funny how people saying they got game, obama won the presidency,just a black man asking for change haha, dreams turn into reality, im white so they told me i cant spit they brought me down to gravity, but im still rapping lavishley, the best i had to be, this is to a jay z instrumental dreaming again listen to it while you read this a second time it feels like a 3d movie, but thats crazy how im going to make you read this again its the incredible, and if you wont read it with the jay beat youll always wonder what if.

I rock hard, you too stoned
the only race you gonna win is to the tombstone
anesthesia flow, I'll leave you too numb
you too dumb
M.A.U
nobody better, not Em, Jay, not you
So sick, no flu
I get grass, no blue
Im just a hot you
You her X, Y? Cause I W (double U)
Im the star, you the stunt double dude
you girl all over my sack like a kangaroo
fucked your bitch and didnt get her name like a bad interview
now my sperm got an inner view








you a punch line rapper go ahead and punch yourself/ we both human the only difference is im great/ no debate if there is one thing you should know your name/ you just another john mccain/ Im the best I can talk better than anyone who can talk faster/ and i can talk faster then anyone that can talk better/ you a madman to go up against me/ the only difference between us again is i aint mad/ im sad because you stepped up to me lyrically/ I bury your words call me a cemetery/  I call you a doorbell rapper and you just rung/ you should be a singer because anything that is to stupid to be spoken is sung/ me em and jay would fuck you so hard you would be in our love triangle sea/ you should change your name already to geometry/ o, o, now you getting nervous/your bars are dead go change your service/ you said you just a hotter me/ you dont even know what i wanna be/ you just a wanna be me/ while you wasting your life smoking that j/ im blowing benjamins like im gay/ keep em coming judge me and tell me who won round one and ill spit first round two be honest tho. The Incredible has left
I'm getting more green than earth day/The only time you blowing cake is in your birthday/ I'm a punchline rapper but I also got word-play/ and I'm gonna prove it to you in this one verse/ dvmenace, i'll smack you around like table tennis/ put cement shoes on you and take you for a swim on venice/ sleep with the fishes/ everyone will always remember you as number 2 like Derek Fisher/ I'm more efficient/ my style is proficient/ and your rhymes are not sufficient/ your have more gay bars than San Francisco/ you are no threat to me as far as risks go/ I got a rich flow/ the incredible has left but the believable has just begun.
"I'm getting more green than earth day/The only time you blowing cake is in your birthday"
Dope.
Thank you bro :)
my bodys goin numb, and i cant feel my soul
stuck at hells gate, cuz i cant afford the toll
closing my eyes, breathing with a deep release
throw away my glock, so i can keep the peace
wage a war within myself, but i hit below the belt
lil wayne is feelin me cuz my face cant be felt
i give emcees chills when i get up in they tendrils,
drillin they tendons and ligaments, puttin holes in grills
barbecue oppositions, have they company reminiscin
wishin they coulda saved their brother from my submission
visualisin my enterprise with my eyes on the prize
focusin on the future, always stayin mobilized
foes' lies never creep into my mind, to them my ears stay blind
I aint got mad money, houses, or trucks, but i always stay on the grind//
well in walked the white bob marley, 
and I brought Ken to throw on your Barbie, 
take it either way, food or porn, it's still a party,
just remember you can't compare to me, Crocodile Dundee said Now that's a knife, yeah hardly,
weezy says his face can't be felt, hell my hair won't even part, G!
So be careful of the shit you start with me,
because I swear I see dead people,
I mean I'll be cool one second, & then just turn evil,
you just have been chopped down by these lyrical meat cleavers
brought to you in part by what's left of your chuck taylor sneakers,
yeah i always drop bombs, but no use hiding, they's heat-seekers
Your bombs are heat seekers but I'm cold blooded/ I don't make it rain I make it flooded/ I spend my time here you niggas can't afford it/ I just bought my self a 40/ and by 8:40 I'll be with a foreign teen/ giving me head clean/ while you still rapping like you are 14/ you got whore genes/ with your tore jeans/ your style is for queens/ who love to rock the scene/ and skinny jeans but let me tell you, you don't look mean!

my face to pretty to not be felt, ur rhymes to weak to not be dealt, with, i'm sick with, it, yeah that thick ass bitch, cutting niggas off with my lyrical pitch,  u swung and missed, and now u pissed, cuz u just got outed by a female lyricist, who don’t give a shit, I’ll put u on ur knees an slap u with my tit,  put  a leash on yo dick n call u mic vick, make u my puppy, have u gasp’n like a guppie, on da floor begging for mercy ,say’n please kinky don’t hurt me.  Midwest’s best  Da Kinky Kid

i am a country yall jus an island/ favorite color is black forever diamonds/ always shinnin forever stylin put me where them things are cause i be wildin/ stay in da streets jus like a pot hole/ he got a mean pose but he fold like clean clothes/  and i be throwin blows lower then the eye could see he a fool if thought he was better than me/ jay dub 
yeah a bitch's lyrics put me into a false daze, cuz I don't trust nuthin that bleeds for 3 days, and doesn't die, truth can only be seen thru deez eyes, everything else is portrayed as weak lies, now u wonder why she cries, cuz fo sho this dick pries, thru the thighs, u screamin daddy, why? cuz i'm followin the steps of the last white boy to set the stage, so much talent, I rip thru webpage-s, you just don't get it, like the first time ya boy said, "just blaze this," and this ain't no brushsage kid, I'm betta than any front page-s, that you'll ever see, like did they just say dis?
man female lyricist i dont hear/ because i dont respect anyone that takes it in the rear/ im back and back at it again/ your spine is tingling my raps are tens/ this is a real freestyle/ and yall are spiting your best rhymes/ yall fake like placebo/ bitches you get me so sick like neyo/ mauric is finally using my slash moves i can see ho/ its funny you fake gangstas if you got a girl imma find her/ and next time you fuck she'll be more wide like a college ruled binder/ chea and when im in my whip i just coast like the east to the west/my flow so smooth they call it moses/ im gonna make it, people believe in me like jesus/ its 1240 and my flow sounds good like some chicken nuggets pieces/ haha and im stunting on you all/ im gonna have the houses yall can drive the uhauls. The best has arrived, one flow for yall every month if you real that shit is fire, fiiiirrrree but if you have something to judge on my flow tell me, the best has arrived see yall next month

i feel like trey songs i dont got patients but these hoes are saying ahhh like im a doctor hahahahaha

so let me here you say ahhhhh
"man female lyricist i dont hear/ because i dont respect anyone that takes it in the rear"

hahahahhaha
sayin i'm spittin my best rhymes, fa sho these iz freestyles,
and i'm a keep goin till these words stretch over three miles,
you can take the other 5, say, "damn shady he's wild",
I went thru the west with my crazy lyrical fires,
so don't take it personal that this white boy tossed u aside like some old tires,
yeah as white as the light, but my heart is as black as the night,
and what's this about all these R&B singers? dick ridin and avoidin this fight,
so don't take it so personal that my worst freestyle is better than your best written shit aiight?
now i'ma go smoke this blunt that i just set alight,
so if worst comes to worst, don't worry i'll be your ghostwriter, Good Night! 
Today Im robing hoods
like robin hood
so don't try to be a hero like Robin do
Imma walk out with stacks thicker than that Robin dude
but Im only commiting this robbery
to end my people's poverty
street philosopher like Socrates
I'll put the 9 to your back like soccer t's
and your girl better not get involve cause i don't wanna have to sock a bitch
and I would always be manning up like Eli's kids
but I would never give my paper up like Eli did
and if you don't get the line then you haven't been around
try harder to go out
its friday night you got no plans and a frown
looking like a fool with your pants on the ground
while Im feeling like a kind with my hands on the crown
you so cheap u prolly pick up pennis from the ground
tell your hoe to come pick her panties from my house


I wouldn't trust my mother either
got u acting like leave it to beaver
U best believa, I'm a gangster as diva
and u wouldn't be here if that bitch wasn't a bleeder
i'm your healer, these fools are stealers,
and you wouldn't even make it to first base
imma pro you're not active and im all up in your face
wit my thick as thighs and my pretty brown eyes 
a tongue that I can slide and make you slip
Yeah this bitch a trip
bend over and take this whip
as a matter of fact bend over as I put in the tip
of my strap
I didnt know jay could make his booty clap
He's such a fag.
I'll be back I gotta go get on this other bitches ass.

Da Kinky Kid
Now I c y u r in misery
Yo mama committed adultery
and U found out Yo daddy was ur uncle g
why he molest lil dv
got him thinkin he a menace
fuckin wit me but dreamin bout dennis
I'm a master yous my apprentice
step back you might learn a thing or 2
if I did take it up the ass it wouldn't be by you
ask yourself what would that prove
U break out in sweats every time U see a broom
and yo uncle daddy walk in da room
Mad cuz I did it 2
Yea u just got fucked
Yo booty plucked
IF u had a dick I'd tell you to get it sucked
but its stuck
in jays ass
all ya'll some fags
Im about to go to bed b4 I wake up and
somebodies eyes are on my bags.

Good Night
Bitches

Da Kinky Kid


Why you spittin like you got some extra madness
To fuck you I would need an extra mattress
You act like a star but you just an extra actress
Now I just roll an extra joint
I wouldn't kick it with you if it was an extra point
I got niggas lookin for exit doors
I only drive coupes i don't need extra doors
cause it's just me and my bitch no extra hoes
Flow so cold you will need extra clothes
One hit K.O, no extra blows
people ask me to do extra shows
cause the ones I do sell out, I need extra rows
You ain't high you need an extra doze
Cause right now you extra low
and you are not terrible but you extra close
I spit pure fire you gonna need an extra hose








ha killed her
Straight killed her--Good shit G

It's so easy to see, nobody else in sight,
I invite you to taste my rhymes just to spite you,
I'm clas-sick like the whole school got the flu,
I don't know what to say son cuz most of you out of my league,
After hearing this I swear you'll be the most fatigued,
You've ever been,
Wait, let's try this again, You wanna know something?
I'm me and I do what I do,
But who knew,
I spit my shit, that divine shit, like voodoo,
That taboo's got you scared and runnin',
It's not even possible to be this cunnin',
And you better keep pace because I'm gunnin' you down,
I'm not a leader but I still wear a crown,
I'm just the teacher and you're the class clown.

Im here to exercise my mind in this "lyrical battlefield"
my flows grown up while yall's are still orderin "happy meals".
Your flows are like 50 cent's before he even had a record deal (str8 trash)
hidin behind your money and your clothes tryna gain sex appeal (dame dash)
switched to punchline cuzz im respected and dope enough
this flow'll errupt and you may be wonderin how he's holdin up.
My bars are fire and dis cali weather aint helpin much
so freakin hot that its too scorchin to fuck.
But i guess is my fault for goin in thats whatchu get fo playin wit fire
call me the human torch cuzz im just a fucking ignita'.
Now you may be wonderin "who's this guy that just kicked our asses;
calls himself the human torch to all of the internet masses."
Here's the big surprise because its always been one of his secret passions
It's the asian kids you all sat next to in your mathematic classes.
I didn't even got to math class
i was too busy getting mad ass
and smoking rad grass
while your sadass
was getting yelled at by your dad's dad
for getting a B+
I'm everything you wanna be plus
a lot more free puss
but thats mainly just because
i'm sweeter than what bees cause
you want me to leave? i been gone
good rhymes from you? i seen none
the last time you kicked someones ass
was to make a donkey go faster
I stay strapped like my seatbelt is fastened
its all for a good cause like ghandi fasting
nigga im feisty
i could rhyme till friday
but it's an alright day
so imma head out and admire it






tryna mess wit me and provoke it by flowin?
you's a fake bitch like the grass you claim to be smokin.
I'll stick a gat down your throat like the one u claim to be packin
and fuck the bitches you think about when your hand gets the strokin.
The only reason u talk bout puss is cuzz u dont get none
your like the one dude in the entire entourage that didnt get one
so after you reply to this ur prolly gnna go back and make some
stickin your dick down a vacuum tube cryin tryna make love.
Yea i got yelled at by my dad for havin a B+
now i cant get these UC bitches outta my cheese puff
and when i see whoever u wit its go'n be done
cuzz my major wont help me get her off these nuts.
And on that gangsta tip my boyz will leave yo whole crew split;
throw them into some garbage bags like we from that 916

You see fag, the fact is that all UC fags
are usually pussy cats, you feel that?
and you are not the exception
you live a dream, inception
you are under the impression
that your shit is impressing
now that's a misconception
you just threw an interception
nigga you hustle is off
i run the bay like Hasselhoff
man your ass is soft
I already threw my hat and my tassel off
meaning i already graduated
im hungry i'll grab a plate shit
and I not tellin an asian joke when i say
that i eat cats for dinner
you ain't cut for winner
and you aren't gangsta either






This real dude rap facts you rap wakk, my raspy voice will make you shit yo pants,210% Mexican how tha fuk do you wanna battle me I go off like a sun of a bitch,I ask you if you evea met MIC? MIC who MIC TIP might drip from yo pussy lips, betta keep yo mouth closed cuz you might get slaped like a ho, 210 San Anto Tx, we go hard.
okay marice10 i run this shit
call me k west takin mic from this bitch taylor swift
homie your wack raps make u sound like a mixtape rapper
droppin the same ol' mixtapes then battle rap on the internet after
soundin like your getting raped by a minister pastor
like "kolokoyboi cum and twitter it faster"
and who's this new faggot Danny C
with his two bar raps making it harder for me to believe
that this fool's from texas and claiming to be an MC
homie shut your lip
get outta the library
and go home to where your parents are to be.
Lastly i dont feel you like a will i am beat
cuzz Hasselhoff's from germany not the bay so what the fuck did this guy mean?



You are making a mistake
i will never put out a mixtape
cause all i do is beat rappers like milkshakes
i'll give you so much beef you will never miss stake
nigga I'm good enough to diss drake
so don't come at me you disgrace
check back, all of your lines i have said
we can all agree that Danny C missread
and thought that this thread
was to introduce himself instead
nigga i don't care where you from
i'll still snap you into silly forms
you fucking filthy bum
nigga i'll drop fifty bombs
straight from my illy dome
on fifteen niggas homes
including dannys and k0lokoybois
i got a colossus voice
and tremendous majestic poise
make all bitches make some noise
so get the fuck out of my face
i have more diamonds than a fence
and how the fuck didn't you catch the baywatch reference?






Holy shit bro go to fkin sleep in your race car bed
cuzz the only time ur gonna kill me is when ur gay ass freestyles make me wanna shoot myself in the head
so while ur watchin tv strocking your dick to what i just said
i'll be out lookin for a chick who's prolly gonna end up giving me head.
Who the fuck are you thinkin ur hot
with no bars claimin to have the number one spot.
I'll end you like david did Goliath with a rock
smack you once and watch your whole body drop.
Fool you think this right here is beef
hardly it; i call it canned meat
and the only reason u body rappers here is cuzz ders no one in here to compete
till i came in an opponent you can never defeat.
So bow down bitch get down on your knees
cuzz u havent tasted fear until you met me. get it.
So stop spittin cuzz if u do you'll piss me off
and my next 16 will be like a fucking motar bomb...
...impact so fucking deadly it'll leave your chest and face gone
and this is the result of fucking with the wrath of a god.





all right all right lets get back to the gat handle-lin. and where we shoot out our lines used for rap battlin. i come through poppin of / like a tommy gun/ just sprayin everything leaving everyone involved. i'll let that choppa spray like a tsunami wave crashing through your rib cage. may be terrible but jus goin of the top resulting in tryin to get everyone involved.

Hi, Im from south africa....anyway...hahahaha...


I slice brains, with precise aim/you a priced dame….ayt whole the scripted rhyme structure lol this jus a freez frame…got more hits than MJ on ebay, even the Blind can see the brutality when I Diss-Play/any Rapper  against me, is obviously Lunch lol / Get in ya Girls Genes(jeans) like the brady bunch / I don’t battle caus there aint no comparison, your rhymes are embarrassin…your skills im easily surpassin…picture me laughin hahahahaha

When it comes to rap battling ima share my two cents/ whenever someone tries to go hard it jus doesnt make sence/ like"i'll slit your throat; you a fagget man... /my rhymes are hotta than vietnam"./ and i go "Even though he says he's foreign
/it looks like this guy/ made a couple of hate lines/ and rhymed it wit a thesaurus". So actually make sence when tryin to sound like big poppa/ and ima help you out on my lil gangsta rap persona./ I'll catch these foo's in the streets/ pull out a m16/ and blast that shit till his heart stops to beat/ Finally dump his body out in the san francisco sea/ then wake up the next day to find somethin in the news most interesting to read./ So when you see me jus kno that you aint messin wit no perpetrator/ packin shotties in the cloak like the fuckin terminator.
the headline dared me to enter the battlefield...i clicked on it ...like...yea thats a deal...im sure its somebody on here i'll be glad to kill...i read a few post n most was jokes.. yo.. is u fagots real....if so ...yall gon have to tag mar in cuz when it come to being a bad boy he the only one who act wit will...stabs n steels that'a lift'em like bad bitch heels..shells for u n ya friends.. clip hold a hundred bucks ..i'll bend jah menz...so send'em in ...chin to chin..it clear im the hardest keyboard or pen... off the head or notepad ...they aint hear nothing like this since no vas ..ask ice cube L.A cold as ice cubes on swoll calves..i get soo mad reading ya broke raps .....it hurtin my ribs ...i cant control my laughs

i came to the room and am a little new..never knew that kitkats rule ...i never new ..wabbling and dazzling about shitting i rather have a diarrhea then bieng in this room...living life aint easy in this livorrhea ,,i got window next to me and kinda looking cool ...peace yaall haha

Fuck is good. Fuck is funny.

Lots of people. Fuck for money.

If you think that. Fuck is funny.

F*uck yourself and save your money!

You Wanna Fuck Your Girl

But She's A Virgin

Then Tell To Whole World

"Her Pussy's Ginger ! "


not bad ?



I won't stop till I leave these fools deceased
6 feet underneath
Greet the red beast
Dead, no rest in peace
I took over your house lease
I mean at least I kept your dog on it's leash
Don't be beggin me please
A bitch will have to hit release
On the trigger wouldn't you figure
Now shut cha motuh, Capish?

hahah yeah, I don't even really like hardcore rap, just figured I'd try this one out.

 

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