SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
We'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
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SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
We'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
Fuck a gun a pump all that bullshit
I'll use my car keys to split yo shit
Get hit quick with smart remarks
I won't say a damn thing except"yup what now"
You was oh so hard when yo homies was present
Now you wanna pout like a bitch that's pregnant
It's so pleasant
To know that my worries deluded
And faggots like you keep looking stupid
This music but let it be that and nothing else
Because without a weapon I'll ruin ya health
Pull up to ya crib is a honda accord
A throw away I can afford
Then beat yo ass till your bones distort
Ofcourse I'll fuck you up
Better weave,dodge and duck
Then be absent from the police report
These just words right I ain't serious
Why not
My name is real the game is real even my real block
You thinking chill stop
It's not that serious
But off the internet beef really is
I'll stay home and murder you, do it while I spit...
Cuz why the fuck would I go to MD...
............................Just to flush a pile of shit?
We've been here before, Carlos, you know the score...
It's like 4 million to zero...I'm always killin whores.
And ya just another bitch, I mean ya got feminine flair...
Cuz if I'm not mistaken, don't Barrett's belong in hair?
yo ....fuck is this bitch back?? you shouldve been banned...
droppin your bollox on the forum like you the man....
your jus a punk pussy who a lyrical farce.....
i looked at your photo...is that your face or your arse....
you mightve murked me way back then when i was a herb...
but since i grew bigger than you now your the nerd....
shits absurd....
i dont see why you didnt jus change your name.....
cuz on fresh of my obituary list...is your only claim to fame...
your on a marathon...but your runnin for your life....
cuz im dealin smith and wesson...and you dealin fisher price
Born to kill's record is a fluke confess it
Fucking idiot scared to leave texas
Fucking confederate sending web messages
I know a few mexicans'In h-town
Pussy wanna hate now
Believe you safe, get you I will
Across your ass cheeks
It's written "Born to kill"
what the hell you talkin about bitch you from maryland/ how gangsta is cornfields where is the crack and the herion/ what the fuck you think you from 8 mile/ if I were to show up on georgia ave resistance would be futile/ your jus one of those wannabes/ always tryin to follow me/ but any way I'll help ya kid/ save this post and when I'm famous and rich/ you can sell this on ebay and see some bids/ someday I'll be in the rap bussiness/ I can rap myself in to guiness/ no gimmicks/ wait a minute, I aint finished/ someday I'll see in maryland on my way to a concert and I'll see you and laugh/ don't worry though I'll be kind enough to give you an autograph/
yo explicit.....your shit verse has jus put me in a rage....
now that ive found your post count is proportionate to your age...
who would want your auto graph....nigger im from a different class....
infact if i ran out of toilet roll.......il use it to wipe my ass...
boy i was born for this game....rap fits with me snugly..
im the "good" you the "bad", and carlos is the "ugly"....
i drop ecleftic lines to outshine wack rhymes....
you'l equal me: your best lines times five......
im like a pyschotic nigger...but im aware of your existance....
ive got a itchy trigger finger....il put an end to your resistance
How you gonna come around talkin all that junk
when you know that when you come around you lettin off a smelly funk,
smellin like shit cuz you talk so much of it-
wackness I'll have none of it, I aint ja rule but I still got 100 clips
to go wit 100 guns wanna front next time your rappin
is in the inside of a 50 gallon drum, i'm the whole cake
you jus the crumbs so you fallin off like there was a cliff at the end of your verse
i'll leave you holy like church you carry round guns that dont work,
rebodied your still bein potty trained
why dont you do us all a favor and get the fuck out this game
Damn, That shit above is bad^^^/
they must think rapping shit is a fad/
born to kill you about to get killed/
and deeni, ill wipe you up like a fucking spill/
Cant no one step to me, and say they won/
your all a bunch of homos, like j-kwon/
nah the favour i should be doin is murkin your wack ass....
which imma proceed to do....once ive pulled it out the trash....
i thought that punk pussys never had a brain....i guess i was right....
like you were failed by your seatbelt...l i know you dont keep your shit "tite"...
your about as "weak" as someone homeless on street...
your lyrics try to " bite " but they aint got no teeth....
i drop proverbs to intimidate wack herbs....
you drop shit verse to incorporate loose words....
my names heartless, i think up lines, im reppin it for my city....
come back to this....and the crime report wont be pretty...
Get the fuck out and take back ya stupid verse...
Cuz it seems Lousiana fucked up...
......................And sent the Southern's Worst!
Look at you pimpin battles that peeps ignore...
Not scorin any votes cuz ya such a fuckin bore.
Been beat 3 times, and though I've lost more...
I've rebounded, kid...and left ya on the floor.
Quit puttin others down, kuz you'r lyrics are the worste I've seen..
Theres no fuckin way you're a king, even if you married the queen..
You need to sober up, you had to many pills-dude..
Your Fate is to die, kuz I was Born To Kill-You..
I'm gettin the job done, and really theres nothin you can do..
Kuz once you see these words, your rappin days are THROUGH!!
Edited the Errors!
have should be had***
ha ha...try to come in here...swingin to start fightin....
i "d-baited" the fish hook...this dumb fucks still "bitin"....
stop skipped grammer class "Kuz" its startin to show...
like disable runners...you lost cuz you started to "slow"...
OH NO !!
there goes his flow....
out the window...
with his bushy afro...
The only thing I bite, is the pin of the grenade..
You run for cover, kuz from my Lyrics you can't be saved..
So once I blow up, you'll still be hittin this Forum..
He couldnt beat me, If he had his verses writin for'em..
I'm heartless I'm killin your-mental, you need to accept defeat..
You're like a Veggie-Instrumental, Kuz you just 'Beat-Your-Meat'!!
yo you talk about " mast-D-BATEon" alot...you tryna tell me sutin or jus playin dumb ?
cuz if i was your thick illerate ass...id drop the ball and run.....
you were never much good at anything....always the odd-1-out....
your best ryhmes are "im a lil teapot, short n stout"......
your mum never gave birth to you...shit her appendix mustve burst....
doctor took one look at you...turn round n slapped her arse first.....
your dads the type of guy to abuse kids...calls his dick a "toy".....
you loved bath time...when your dad said " good boy!"......
yo, not tryin to get on u but yo name is mc heartless//
yo raps aint even poetry, matter of fact its artless//
i see u got the link up mc heartless vs cali born//
he prolly shredded u apart,ur raps are all torn//
Dissin the bitch above u, it just seems so wrong//
U shud sit there andHush, like LL cool J's new song//
this cat is made for the street life.... built to last..//
That was in the past, in raps society ur an outkast//
I see that ur rap battle record is 4 and 2//
when i start my battles, first won to defeat will be u//
lol.....herb tryna hit me up......
man...this boys like a runnin fish...hes about to get reeled.....
and like the film "runnin man"...il be the new "butcher of bakersfield"....
hes kiddin himself that his hood tactics are drastic.....
nah...theyre boombastic like spastics on elastics...
he swallows coke balloons to please his crew...come on ...its a farce...
so the only "dope" you "drop" will be coming from your arse.....
when im finished cappin you...get a doctors advice....
cuz il have you seein double..... jus so i can mash you twice....
your runnin new york marathon....but your runnin for your life....
cuz im dealin desert eagle ....and your dealin fisher price.....
ya heard ?!
Didnt conventry get flatted during the world war 2?
shame ya gran survived cos id not b here to socre on you,
the only part of the street you good for is stood on the corner,
build to last in the ass to stood shit blast from yo burner,
this guys recycled line form battle to post up in here,
like rubbish in the blue bin you get chopped and sheared (blue wheelie bin is recycle bin)
So bow down, or sit down or you get shook down then knocked down/
you low now, you shit now, dont look now you glocked down...
Your multi's can't get worse, your vocab is cursed
Yea I'm a lyrical doctor, and your punches are soft as a nurse!
I rip this Mc till he's heartless, So he can't hang at my ration
My rhyme combination, is visioned in his dreams, So I'm his fascination...
So Heartless go play with you and your pretend freinds, and pretend that your famous
Cause the only " hot shit" you be droppin is what comes from your anus
I've done murdered the alphabet, you don't know what dialouge I'll spit next
MY rhymes to complex, perlex what you call the projects, I rape this bitch like lyrical sex
Yo My vocab is just so much education, I set your foundations
Your motivation just ain't enough, you need to understand, your just my abbrevation!
Here at rap battles, Do I met yall's exspectations?
Did heartless just get dominated... cause this bitch sucks
Wack Ass Yorkster is alll hes got nominated... so use this shit bitch, for your motivation!
ill stop you in ur tracks like a tonka trunk
have your verse's strcuture fix up like it was crunk
your whole career just been blown...like it was johnny depp
smugglin for Colombia and uve been stuck in tha neck
fight the temptation stop bein hallucanagenic
ill have u but first call for tha paramedics
ok tha joka thinks shes nice
somebody give this bitch a medal
you talking bout crunk
but you can't get on my level
your lyrics is wak so let me be ya teacher
ill have your career ended like your icon
aliah...
all right king... let me tell you the first thing//
i don't think Tha-Joke is a girl//
but yo rhymes straigt make me hurl//
come on think about it.. think about you//
there is no other... king sare 2//
how the fuck can there be no other//
when u the 2nd one in line brotha//
and what the fuck is sare, ur name or somethin'/
cuz the kingpin sure ain't dumpin'//
too much effort in beatin, and winnin//
this wanna be me... ill call u mini me//
untouchable means u cant touch me/ Im eatin up ya verses like im at home town buffet/ trust me/ i aint a pusy mane means you cant fuck me/ i must be the raw dog on the blvd./ the biggest benard/ the hardest nigaa with the biggsest balls/ im the qiuckest to draw/ like quick draw mcgraw/ with my finger in the air saying fuck the law/ i'll make a benz out of a bucket yall/ i get duckets dog/ i got gold in my mouth and yellow stones in my pinky ring/ having lookin like eddy murphy when he was singin i was a king/
Go against anybody dawg why the hell would you contest for. .
Coz after i knock you out I'll make your teeth resemble a chess board. .
Untouchable? Nah get murked and not even look like a power struggle. .
Coz I'll leave your structure more fucked than the twin tower rubble. .
Ethik'll rip this bitch's clit so now you know im bangin G's. .
Gettin executed by the rope is the only time you could hang wit me!!. .
like a bag of hershey kisses, bitch.. you're noweight
let me turn this verse towards you, and demonstrate
like tom cruise, you can't make a relationship last
dude mad, cause he got rejected from the gilligan cast
after you knock what out?.. a computer screen??
damn kid, only 10posts, but still the reigning queen
ethik u betta get some ethics, and a breath mint
damn dawg u got 10 posts and u think u hard
well i bet u harder than sean fetti with 56
back to the one above me... that bitch
i don't even know you dawg
but i can tell by yo rhymes you a "G"... boy u ain't even a thug
u probably the one in the back of the class
geek alert here comes the guy without a mustache
hitler wanna be... look in the mirror open those eyes and see
that you ain't never gonna be the rapper u wanna be
u ain't never gonna get the status they expectin from me
so tell me u too pussy to battle me
or u gonna go to your "rhyme" book and write how u a "G"
and ur G stands for GAY, so close ur eyes and look the other way
haha, funny verse.
but look dood, i'm here to influence, not to murder
ya parents in bed, here comes the Midnight Squirter!
evil genius? no, you're just alittle mind fucked
you the type kat that the aliens abduct
anal probe, but you ask for no anal lube
i bet you stuck like twins, but with the tv tube
lol @ you and the underwear on your head.
damn i'm tired man, don't diss no more tonight.
I'm the hardest shit so call me petrified phecies/ you aint even a fossil yet you an endangered species/ i'm eatin up you peanut butter cups, they say fetti how u like ya recees/ my thesis means Ethiks dont exsist/ im the new era of terror how gone try-n-dis/ cause the punk fag below you got you tryin dicks/ and the one above me i aint about to miss/ so how many mc's must get dissed/ before they relize they cant fuck with this/ cause im smokin yall like dutces rolled up wit crypt/ im all hawked up so I'm about to spit/ here's a lil story yall know so well/ about 3 sreet punks/ going straight to hell/ they thought i was gonna leave so i fucked 'em with my tree trunk/and i could go on and on for about 3 months/ but yall aint worth the time or the effort/yall some straight poodles i'm a pit mixed wit germen sheperd/....What Nigga!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Haa?? yeh funny verse, you said it right...
cuz the only thing above me, is a wack delight
you need sum skillz, cuz underdog is an overratin..
shiit bitchhh...i didn't kno i had to bone a hation
you a stupid hoe, get back to the drawin board...
watch as i turn ya head, n floor it sum more
Well you need to revise you're plan too.. new scheme,
new game plan is vital.. and new crew and rashiem,
you full of steam.. like filler in your raps,
Dangerous words.. none.. no punch you just slap,
and your raps are cold.. i don't mean evil,
i mean weak and sad... completely feeble
how u gonn steal my shit about the whole diss
how i'm gonna diss the one above me and below
u betta get yo mind right cuz this ain't yo show
tell me who the fuck you think u talkin to bro
talkin to one in a million or kingpin yo
cuz if u talkin to me
u straight fucked up sean fetti
fetti like fetta cheese... ops who ripped some
wasn't the guy above me.. yea it was that bum
what u a leader in your crooked army..
yea probably when yo dicks all hard thinkin bout me
this one goes out to the one in a million
what u don't want to be dissed no more tonight
are you too scared that your washed out rhymes-ist ain't with you tonight
or am i just too good fo you
and u want be in my right shoe
naw ill give you the left... that's the unlucky one anyways
and i got pairs more than ethic got ethics in the G...gays
don't get mad because when i get started i just spray
like a scorpion.. my rhymes sting so hard u ain't gonna wanna talk to me again
and ama just pretend like everythings cool
even tho i'm givin you a lesson.. puttin you back in school
when u fuck with the kingpin... u get yoself in some things
---hahahahah
thinkn you cool you aint nuthin but an alias/Quote:
Originally Posted by subsalias
thinkin you raps are good, they just a,b,c's/
seeing me in this game makes you dream/
wishing you could be just like me/
our battle was wacker then j-kwon/
the votes aint in but we already know who won/
yo, they say fetti is like spaghetti...
so to cut to the chase, i brought a machete..
so i can slice you easily, n put the fet to dust
but i gave you a head start, just to stretch ya luck
sean's best to bust, like a light balloon...
but even in tough battle, i wuldn't bite this coon...
fuck this shamrock/ who loves to get to get rammed cock/ in his asshole feeling like a woomb/ in the black house of a pain them thangs go boom shalock lock boom/ i got ya coon n it's called my 3rd leg/ and i'm still on my first nut cause ya momma give the worst head/ you say fetti dont burst, but my jizm says your gun fed/ and when i finish this verse, it still wont be enough said/this aint even a battle but still we got blood sheed/ my white tee aint like me cause its got a coat red/ and if i was a brit then i just made this bloats bed/ its like feedin puppy chow to a full grown pit/ not enough to take in but still put out shit/ and just like ya momma i put out quick/ the pussy's ahight but i'm back on the bitch/ speakin on ya momma tell her i got that zinfidale/ and this is my last fuck caus i dont play kiss-n-tell/ oops, that was supposed to be between us/ but from here to queens bridge she's been between us/ she get around more than 2pac/ and just like a nympho bust more nuts than 2 glocks/ see you on povich to find who's ya daddy/ and if you aint got black in ya, you do now but dont call me pappy/. Nigga what!!!!!!!!!!!!! or should I sa y you Red Neck insest havin queer. :nono: :shoot: :cussing: thats me shootin red necks the only reason why ya necks red cause i just shot youin the back of ya fuckin head! dont go racial boy its ova you aint got a thesarus that can help you even approach me. thats why you dont wanna battle you bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Dangerous-Werdz
oh sean another one damn boy
how many wach rhymes u gonna get out there boy
its like you've been stackin up and sayin whatever you want
but it just ain't workin for you is it son
with a name like sean fetti how u gonna say that you ain't a red neck
look at that name it ain't got no hint of black
so step the fuck back and don't even try to reply
cuz when i get started i make sure red-neck bitches don't die
i make then suffer.. listening to the words they used to listen from they mother
so mothafucka get that straw outta yo mouth
and acctually try to do something about
me dissin on you and yo whole generation of family
red neck mothafucka wanna be's
even the farmers kicked yo ass out
now look at you... shit you saying you tha fuckin crooked army
well get that bandana off of yo head and look in the mirror for the tan lines u can see
---hahahahahaha
kingpin you out ya mind, n shuldn't even been born
so hit the dirt...so i can diss sean
Your a bitch, n it's too obvious...
n the only thang ya droppins guts
Ya aint rockin shit, but a brown bandanna
culdn't come close to blessin a hit, poundin a pastor
dangerous werdz... im so scereeed
ur rhymes terrify me... mommy mommmy
help help its a gay man chasin me
tellin me he gonna diss sean fetti
he say i cant diss that mothafuckie
but dangerous u ain't so dangerous just cuz u got a skull
for you avatar... shit that's way too dull
so think about it.. if im a bitch then y did i reply to this
so called diss that you tried to make out of a kiss
taht u gave my ass... hey buddy wanna smoke some "grass"
oh i mean, i mean, i mean weed... so u can come on the computer
and tell all of your friends hey i got high for the first time
he he he heeeee.... wow it's amazing look at the colors on this screen
wow..... i'm going to sleep.... man i got the munchies...
damn u sound that stupid already... so if u want fetti
take him he can be yo bitch...
bend him over and show him how you kick..
-----hahahahahahahah
werdz, ive defeated u once, dont make me do it again,
the only way this bitch is pokin bitches, is wit a pen,
but still they faint in fright, caus this dudes grotest,
fuk it,ill beat this hippy brutally, like police at a protest,
i throw chests "outa place", like how this guy is now,
go bak 2 write punk, bitch, this cat a flyweight how?
Im a muslim kingpin you know Nation Of Islam and we aint too kind to whtie folks but check it...
messege to a black man i would teach you a surah/ but this nigga's basura/ see my pops is all black and moms a balck cuban/ out here in killa cali fetti means money so where the fuck you been/ pick ya head up i see you to quick to bend/ i got you shittin all ova the place right out ya depends/ i heard my dicks' got curveature which way do it bend/ i aint seen it in awhile since you been on it/ see my dick is like my pen i just love to flaunt it/ and i ant hte first to bust ya ass but its stil got blood up on it/... yall gettin weaker and weaker step ya game up. yall be takin hours and 30 minuts to write that bullshit in them battles fuckin garbage man.