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so i'm readin right above me, what lil dread said/
and i realize he's so wack, he'd be better of dead/
turnin fag's to ash? your werse than a porn star that's too scared to flash/
i'll take your face to blades, and then steal all ya cash/
at first you were wack, but your half more soft than butter/
cuz this knife runs right through you, softer than a butterfly flutters/
weapon: a Crutch
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Lookie LoOkie..
DOuble G..Bein you must be ruff and really suck//
After ya first line of rhymin im thinkin ive had enough//
U ackin bad and stuff but we all know that u soft//
My words hittin u so hard ya lungs collapsin when u cough//
Im From The U.S.A.. U tryin hard to pledge alligence//
Disguisin..Im Tellin all of RB ya secrets..Ull Vanish soon..ive got u branded "Depletion"//
Im throws super sayan punches crushing all of ya regions..
Im steppin on ya chest wit ya own crutches..just to bother ya breathin..
N/W= keyboard
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J~Blayze ya rhymes are weak, i bet to meet in person,
your actully a geek/
if illness was mesured in water, i garantee your cups got
a leak/
(j~blayze says) lookie lookie boyfriend, you can take my
cookie and stick it up your yea/
this kid bites lyrics, like a cobra loose in a zoo/
on tha net all day, got nothing better to do/
tha make fun of emcees that he'll never amount to/
rhyme after rhyme and time after time, but i'd kill you son
on the drop of a dime/
make fun of me cuz i'm canadian, but shit he's just
grimy slime/
i'll lyrically destroy this boy like a toy/
cummin at me like a fag, dick out, ready to deploy/
sorry to end your fun, but this ain't your day of joy/
this kids so soft, put away the guns and sword/
cuz all i need to kill you, is a petty computer keyboard/
Weapon: Glass Coke Bottle
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IM tired of bulshittin wit u..IM bout to start spittin reckless//
My smith and wesson will leave ya skull tarnished..like ya bitches necklace//
its hectic//I can spit some shit out my rectum thatll get better reviews//
Im better than u..face it..look like u need a face lift..smile..im ready to shoot//
Not taken pics..u Faggot take off ya mammas skirt//
Im not goin anywhere..so you know ya problem lerks//
IM bashin ya Head..til PROBLEM SOLVIN hurts//
Ya brain Lava squirts..ya throat reverses..u choken on words//
thats all before the coke bottle bursts..BIATCH!!
n/w= DILDO
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Coke bottle bursts...gotta give you props
on that, didn't think you could through
something like that...but anyways here
goes...a dildo haha
so now where on what, verse three?/
cuz shit, it'd take about three of yours to beat me/
i just don't understand why you keep coming back/
like you need me to remind you of the skill that you lack/
ratt-a-ta-ta, my lyrical gat lay you out flat/
like sliced up tires, leave you dead like a rat/
take ya face, bat to that, that to splat/
oh shit, ya fucked now, set you off track/
like a fat kid with a big-mac, it ain't ever coming back/
i'll fuck you up good, like a virgin with a big dildo/
still clamin that ya hard, when ya softer than a pillow/
Weapon: chainsaw
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ive entered this game and standin strong, im ready for ma first rap song/
i hope ma shit goes long, here it come's/
the streets is where i was born, brought up wit weopons of all sorts/
but now bin handed a chainsaw, hear it roar/
chasin afta ya down da street, yu on ya feet, me im going beep beep/
here i come locked in ma seat, can ya hear da ring ring, well it's me/
watch ya step you've tripped an fallen, im a remain ballin,
n/w a nas cd
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im a fling it thru the air..
bomp it so load it will be ringing in your ear...
this bitch above me got no original ideas..
fake,wak, the most minimal guy hear...
go ahead give me a wak topic see if i care...
nas c'ds are so real they leave you laying right there..
his message is to strong for you...
you so fake im sure silacone must belong to you...
....blaH..blaH....(another wak topic)....
n/w the virgin mary......ha..what??
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ive got the heavens on my side... god's ma new ride/
im gonna colide into yo ass cuz im bigger and faster than you/
im battlin you aint gotta clue... how too...with mary nex to me/
together we make voltron with fire power...you spittin sour/
mary turned into a super saiyin and has risen higher than towers/
she's used the attak "flower power"/
than ur ass turned softer than cowards...
n/w a pillow
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are you gay?... or just dont understand what you say??
your gonna colide into my ass?...do i even have to ask?
im gone smother ur face...no cuts means no blood trace..
once you stop breathing ..i relise your a wak cunt so im leaving..
go inform your family to start greiving...
dont reply cause im better than you..time to start beliving.
pz..
n/w the future
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im comin from the future to say death to dest//
now i must lay him to rest//
so wit my mighty lyrical power ima crush u likea bullet to the lung//
ima do to u like they did my great grand fatha..ur ass is gonna get hung//
so u betta do what niggaz do best and run nigga run//
haha syke im jus comen to the past the have a lil fun..
N.Y.N.I.O
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hey cuzz you want a snort a line??
you aint got none ..here have some a mine..
first let me crush it up..snort it nigga ..rush it up..
oh yeah you i forgot to tell you..
you going to hell..you just snorted chalk...
a guess thats what you get for being a bitch ,ass dork,....
blaH...blaH..(wats with these wak weapons) ....
snear.....( the music snear.)
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Do you mean snare????
how dare you dare, won't be able to bare, the rath of my snare/
i don't care, about tha pain your going through/
for all i care i'll spit illness at you till you turn blue/
bitch talkin about wack weapons, like he needs something speacial/
i'll give this kid a bullet to tha head, with my desert eagal/
kill at will, will to kill, still ain't satisfied my thurst/
i'll by ridin in my beamer, while your riding in your hurst/
New Weapon: Dest's Head
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i take flight wit ma weapon fuelled by vengence...
i'll hit back for a fallen solger's sentence/
im steamin..gleamin of pure light past down to my delight/
i've stepped up, my stance showin no fear... (dont hurt me) i hear..
you scared lookin at the glare in the heads eyes, he crazy...
your worst nightmare is here dont stare/
it's hell.. your've arrived starved of life...cast away from strife
you an the devil no longer tight/
... :shoot: ... n/w ninja gear ... :help: ....!
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hindin in the bushes, nature allows me to move without sound....
as i spy on Artist's window, he has his mom's panties down....
she screamin "give it to me now", im like wtf? and i creep up closer...
i shoot a ninja dart into her mouth to silently choke her...
shes fighting for her life but hes too busy hitting it from the back...
its pretty funny to think this guy will die a necrophiliac...
looks like hes almost done, hes fuckin that dead body hard...
as he busts his nut i hit his face with 4 ninja stars...
lmao @ my sick and twisted mind
n/w = Artist's mom's dead body :) *no offense intended*