sorry bitch i didn't eat it, the look of what you were feedin me had me spooked
so i hid it and beat you in the face til you bled, i know you can't handle the truth
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sorry bitch i didn't eat it, the look of what you were feedin me had me spooked
so i hid it and beat you in the face til you bled, i know you can't handle the truth
Three lines from you in about the last two pages.Quote:
Judgin by ya creativity i dont wanna hear your music
it makes a retard feel smart...since ur concepts are all stupid
why can't believe he got this started
oh by the way are you retarded?
prophet n registered are retards...i'll knock ya face off balance
the manhattan project? is dat a alternate school for the mentally challenged?
Your rhymes deserve no more than two :thumbsdow /
Jay's a bitch, looks like this :boobies:, except well... brown/
pulled out ruth to rhyme with truth get out the booth
i wont break geneva code so you better call a truce
No more insults i see, so you decide to pull up quotesQuote:
Originally Posted by Tha Prophet
ya concepts so old, its bringing out the youth in the old folks
Quote:
Originally Posted by JayIgh
Old? You mean like repeating the same topic/
The shit's played son, why can't you drop it?/
talkin about things thats played son look at your bars
create a fucking punch, it cant be that hard
Do I really look like I'm tryin'/
Started with two words...
Now some dumb bitch cryin'/
filler filler filler filler filler you cant rap
yeah you're trying you're just that wack
You're right I am... call me Immaculations/
Your not even THERE yet... rhymes like Flatulations/
Quote:
Originally Posted by Tha Prophet
now who can't drop what?????Quote:
Originally Posted by Tha Prophet
bitch you can NOT be dope you wack as shit, and fact is bitch
you can be short, fat and have a funny mustache n not be illmaculate
Good call. I guess I'm a Hypocrite! FUCK!
^
Haha!
He Finally Came With The Truth...
This False Prophet...
Couldn't Predict A Win(d) Without The Roof...
Uben Sonned? You mean me? I almost swelled up with pride/
Until i saw my son was this faggot... now i'm contemplating suicide...
With great wishes, she would grow up, successful
She unique from a botique and head, she would bless you
Your whole technique is weak, if its a master you seek
Seek me, but soon as you speak you already beat