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listen man, ain't no rabbit want u, trix/
silly kid, didn't u know dicks were for chicks/
figures though, now that u back u'd only spit 3 lines/
when there's some new rules for this diss rhyme/
must be six, or u'll get ur ass kicked out tha cypher threads/
but that's o.k., nobody wants u here, u'd be better off dead/
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oh damn, aight, bounce...
biggy eat ur heart out, there's anotha copy cat out/
all tha dawgs in here, raise ur hands and shout/
"get off tha stage" or we'll just boo u like tha appollo/
BOOOOOOO, oh no that was not too shallow enough to follow/
like ur whole spit, Reefercusionist, tha only thing u smoke is a dick/
tha script u claimed u own, was ova afta 1 and o, gawd damn and shit/
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Theres absolutely no doubt...
In real life I'd pull the switch blade and cut angellica's face out....
Carry it in a damn zip lock...
So everyone can pull they dik out an put it in his mouth...
Slap em if he shout...
This a bitch nigguh with a bitch figure and like a bitch gettin his ass reamed out....
My rymes explode his insides and come out his butthoe...
So when you look at em from the back...
You could see the back of the front and you think 'HOLY MACRO'..
* * * WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEN TO THIS ASSHOLE * * *
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Aimed @ Angeleica or what ever his bitch ass name is...
Ya wana come at me with that shit, sounding like your tounge is a clit/
Numb from the lick, and raw from the dick, your flows dribble like broke prick/
Your just a PAWN IN THIS GAME, weakend like the immune system of a firery flame/
Your preference for boy's puts ya father to shame, wishing he had pulled ~B4~ he 'came' in that dame/
Ya wana call shots, cuz ya swallowing glops, like the 'Village' Cop/
You waste of skin, concieved by two hill billies sin, both with one tooth to each grin/
You call that Rap, well most call it Whack, lets coin a new word and call it a 'Wrap'/ (whack+rap=you)
Let this be your very last post, cuz to RB you're already a GHOST/
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bounce doggy dog.... bounce bitch
I'll castrate your ass make you rap in a high pitch
all you suckas can get the dick, I'm sure it will fit.... in your loose asses
you think your lyrics are hot get some fuckin glasses
chameleon trashes these little basteds
my lyrical trash compactor mashes brains and faggets
like you, get cut in 2, black and blue, how your leff
think you rap hot well then you deff, take your last bref
I call you out like a ref
get off my sack, I'll put you on my lyrical pimp track
throw you into the loser stack, how you gonna react
from the impact your jacked and broke
my punches fuck up your nose like coke
my flows leave you drowned cause you only know the cock stroke
it's time for your death appointment no need for ointment
I cut you too deep for everyones enjoyment
stay silent, I'm violent give'n your bitch excitment, nuttin in her mouth and given her trident
know where I went? in her asshole, you like a little rascal
cause your just a kid, you should of hid, now I got your nuts on e bay you gotta bid
you takin acid if you think you can get with me
I mean your flows are so fuckin sinchy, punches, you got any?
extensive harm, you smell like shit like an expensive farm
I'm on the swarm, sting with the quickness your unable to sound the alarm
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Oh shit..Chameleon...Disguised himself as old shit...
U Spitted some liquid that normally come out of old dicks...
***And Fuck Flicks***
Your neck between my armpits....
Squeeze tight until your necks breaks...You need a neck brace..
I indent your skull bone in..
I inject your bloodstream with rymes and flow like heroin...
If it was you and all your boys in a room.....
I'll still be running in...
Level it out and fuck up all the carpeting...
So fuck your trash compactor...
Check it....Thats where I dumped your mom after I smacked er..
You been warned..I disable your swarm...
And imagine there'd be no more alarms.....
***When I unload and drop bombs***
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I'll crush your mind krush blind you better hush before your harder to find than your dick
***prick***
thought you were slick? I'm excentric
electric flows omit from my mouth when I spit
it's the dreaded chameleon leavin krush beheaded
treaded on your face pissed and wetted on your moms waist
with haste, wanna taste? you'll get nothing
pussy stuffing, that's what I do with your girl man I'm not bluffing
hand cuffing, she's traped to my bed 20 inch dildo straped to my head
fuck her till she's dead, pussy bloody red, jumped in my cut and sped
down the strip, lookin for this phony ass hick, kill him just for a kick
talkin bout carpets, and armpits? where do you get these fuckin shity ass topics?
I bet your in jimnasticks, with the rest of the faggets
put the knife to his throat and slice when he panics
don't talk to me again, you won't win, it's 45 min. before ten
my punches hit your chin, take two steps back to see you on the ground and then I grin.... bitch
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chameleon betta change color, befo i rearange his blubber/
wishin he was a-butta, ya can't spit with a crew/
i'll give ya thunder-no wonder-ya not hot even when ya stick ya dick in the stew/
bitch shulda knew, now has no time to get with it/
just to get ripped in it, cuz ya always comin up short-liek the head of a midget/
beleive it, and come back anotha day ya fuckin-gay/
i'm just spittin their aint no bullshittin-just tell em ya fuckin-age/
befo i rip out ya heart in rage, just messin i'm a nice-guy/
especially when i feed u 50 cent just to end ya life-line/
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pro must have a mental problem, dun't think that ya real/
especially since it's ya second post-anotha herb toasted dear/
ya betta off as a ficioneer, slice off ya manhood dun't bring that diction here/
i got this vision weird, think bout it and ya'll be strugglin/
plus i think i'm drunk-cuz i just beat a sceptre without buggin/
dissed his ass with a viscious class i never suspect get wit the business blast/
ya betta wish it last, still i'll visit ya on ya death-bed/
cuz ya gettin back to rhyme is me gettin back to the bed-rest/
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Pro should've been a no-show the glow ah stretch his vision..
throw lead at cha like a pitcher ya get touch like the catholic religion..
probably get fucked in prison.. betta keep ya butt tucked..and get used to semen sippin...jailhouse barbie doll slut...
you looked hard when U touch the streets...
but they could tell in your walk was sweet...
hahahahahah..........
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NO Face...leave now cause I think your in the wrong place ))((
Without a strong gate I stroll in to devoir your whole race ))((
This boys Mase...an probably never had a real girl in his life ))((
Ya got problems now kid CLACK CLACK...say hello to Christ ))((
40's nice...and I'm bout to serve you cats from ear to ear ))((
Stearin the Lear bringin the fear so prepare yourself for next year ))((
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40 ounces of pussy gettin unleashed on a face-that-clearly-fears-me//
I want to wipe out your race , but your like michael jackson, your race-aint-stated-clearly//
oh oh...flows unleashed his rhymes just-reached-at-max//
you think your good but wut im -hearing-is-wack//
backland's bitch, uh oh, back-to-your-block,rappin-whats-bought//
gaspin-for-thoughts,he just cant so he copy-n-pastes from "tha block//
your face-will-be-rott,clearly your race-isnt-thought,and 40
dont mention fags in ya rhyme cuz mase-isnt-hot//
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calls himself kaliber when hes never seen a nine
hes a wack rapper, a busta thats never seen a rhyme
i mean this time, theres 40ounce hes gotta diss
his rhymes are garbage, what kind of hiphop is this
so im stoppin it, cmon this bitch even edited his wack verse
like a micheal jackson backwards, albino spittin wit black words
got a rap curse put on his ass, cursed by wizards
he only deserves someone to come and sever his gizards
in a blizzard, givin him a brainfreeze, leavin him iced
u have already died once, but grim was reapin u twice.
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my style's nice, but this kid calls himself deep
when his verses are shallow floating up shit's creek
technique readily applied to end wannabes
murdering this fish like the alphabet leaving D underC
step to god''s chosen assassin and catch homicide
cuz my rhyme homily will reap all you other guys
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fuckin usin lines from 8 mile only get you laughed at/
o wait i forgot you got our OWN rhymes to do that/
pathetic emcee cant even think of new teqnuiqe/
probably a 95 year old comptuter geek/
goes online to harras people and whack off to members pics/
looked at de3ps aviator and his pant leg sticks/
Blah...