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Your face flushed in the shitter, gut em like Swishers, cut em like scissors
Everybody know White trash so he has no problem with us fucking his sister
Got her hand stuck in my zipper, telling me over n over I'm hung like a nigger
Drunk off that liquor humping it in her til its up in her liver flooding like rivers...
...So next time she say she feeling swell it's cuz I left her cunt covered w blisters
WAIT HOLD THE ENTIRE FUCK UP JEFFERSON DAVIS
lmaoooo.
lmao @Trill Cosby turned into a racist quick.
lol gone
While this dude rhyming happy and crappy, mine are confidential /
Its sad to see a dude acting so sappy, he has no potential /
Punches got him in the gut like a set of blue balls //
Directly linked to my phone ringing every time his girl calls /
im patriotic when im whoopin ass n leavin u a big mess
so when u takin hits from an american spirit wont be a cigarette
your lines are weak u wanna continue but please no.
don't come messing with me while im entering in beastmode.
your not whoopin anything he produced two lines in days.
ima be whopin ass straight of the bat like im willie mays
putting clubs in your face, think twice before disturbing me.
you're so gay you have people aiming for uranus like your mercury.
i wanna help you and make you smarter but fuck it.
this guy is so retarded he's posting in the wrong topic.
he's sexual frustrated cause like his carreer he never made it.
he can't even produce kids now you know what the reason for his name is.
Down me another bear...
Dude I got zero fear flowin in my veins
Mess wit me or my crew and this glock will blow yo brains
Put you down like car keys on the table
Playin like you good will get you put through a table
it wasnt me it was the weed that did it
It was yo wife and yo sister that last let me hit it
check this kid he thinks he's punching grizzly...Quote:
Originally Posted by The Roaster
if you cant even spell... how do you expect to lyrically hit me?
Iight Ima go again
And Id hit you up like Ken from street fighter
Complaining that your jaw is tight well nigga I'ma make it tighter
I'm in your house like digital cable
I'm able, beat you down spitting rounds leave you spinning like a dradle
Roast don't play, he roast niggas like chicken or casserole
I got that master flow I'd send you to the place wherever the bastards go
I'm high like a street light my rights will blind you like quiet nights or frights like the looks on peoples faces after my ghetto hood fights
I'm climbing higher like I'm invading a house like Santa Clause
I have no flaws I drop jaws when I drop these balls why knock you down when I can drop your pounds with these double edged claws.
Goin against me is going against the devil
Mess up yo face like a mutated bitch if you get close to my level
damn it's been a while......
dude no-one listens to you, even when you toast
I think u said it best, chicken is the only thing u roast
i'll flame u bro, the burn hurts but it just gets worse
u'll be jumping in the water.... just to hide from ur trash verse
my words are slick and I know my punches land heavy
u couldnt dodge my jab even if i was blind and u were ready
ur too slow roast, im a grammar nazi on a lyrical jihad
but with structure like yours.... you just come off like a retard
im mike tyson with the flow, my dodge and weave will stun G
but u'll just run and hide like pacquiao vs money
your multi's suck and barely any of your punches hit
i would say go again, but i just hope u already quit..
Listen here, Dorian Gray
Your whole rap was boring and gay
You should've put it off like Fury V Haye
Speaking of which, I'm not new to this
I'm the lyrical pugilist with rhymes that I use as fists
The mic is like a drunken girl and I'm abusing this
You're losing gift, I'm joking... You were never nice
I'm so bad I will have your head severed twice
Have you killed for free, .14, that's what I call a clever price.
yo if that's you conspiring, you're firing blanks from ya gun
should thank god for small mercy's...
....knowing you wont sire a son and pass on your 'dumb'
Guns are what you're spitting but like me you're from Britain
Your punches aren't hitting and you're no cat, you're a kitten
Your lunch is my mission, I stay fat and you're submitting
I'm crunching your shit and your whack, stop your writtens