I'll just jump in and do you.
Robbmack you're wack, matter a fact you're trashOriginally Posted by ROBBMACK
far from a class act. I'll smash the back of your Cateracs
and stack your corpse after I beat it with a battle axe.
You'll travel back as a ghost but i'll handle that,
I roast most my foes cause my verse haunts the beat
make your words obsolete, when I spit my homily
word up yo
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OK. U did some research and figured I'm white trash. Alas n***a you got your facts *ss backwards, and probably figure from my last words I'm black towards. I'm hip-hop with quick drops freeze s**t and make your shits stop. From plop plop to fizz not. My spit sops and you're an after wizz. Drop. Get off my d**k top, riding it will get u preg-not Originally Posted by ir1
I'll just jump in and do you.
Robbmack you're wack, matter a fact you're trash
far from a class act. I'll smash the back of your Cateracs
and stack your corpse after I beat it with a battle axe.
You'll travel back as a ghost but i'll handle that,
I roast most my foes cause my verse haunts the beat
make your words obsolete, when I spit my homily
word up yoLast edited by ROBBMACK; 11-22-2011 at 06:50 PM.
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Yeah ok. Let me murder your little young *** check it....I gonna beat u even though it's child abuse silencing you as the violence ensues. Battle a little kid who balls haven't dropped lil homo listens to acid rock wearing acid wash kidnap u trap u in my car hit the overpass went off into oncoming traffic cause a massive 42 car pile up not a scratch at all hop up holding an axe and saw Jason mask is off when my face is plastered in tobacco sauce u don't wanna get my *** ticked off im harder than playing basketball while I'm going through crack withdrawal for u a casket call battle me not s chance at all
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Here come the random tandrum with expansive tantrums..."oh god back up"
Send em to their sanctum. They post bad bluffs. robb(s)mack them pupsLast edited by smoothtung; 11-20-2011 at 11:04 PM.
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.."smack pups"? bad luck.. that's damn purposeless. Originally Posted by smoothtung
you try to smack they bite the hand.. I backhand cerberus.
by "white trash" he meant your unwritten rhymepads. Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
All that you write's wack wisecracks,
..why fam? ..why do you try rap?
I can't agree.. you're hard to read.. maybe I'd hype that if you cut up your lines man.
...I aint playin' ...you're all toys.
I slam lines to land mine and landmine your spawn-points.
My vivid lyrics spin flips and drop heavy too;
..freestyle "freeze" like the rocksteady crew's.
B-boy "freeze", switch it up and graff a burner then.
slick raps, My syntax flips Mac's like a burgerchef.Last edited by _SBU; 11-21-2011 at 11:11 AM.
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Watch what you step in to.. I'll end this new 'Mgibs' soon, I'm telling you, Originally Posted by Mgibs1982
I reference more elements than chemists do.
you've no point. point-blank styles like an execution.
so sick I exit the mic booth and see dead producers.
's all good fam, no need to take it wrong,
ain't "ticked off" like a dealer layin on.
but whatchu sayin dawg? that was no hiphop.
never once "ticked off" like a swiss watch,
but f*ck it, I will stop..
when your "holding a Saw" II hack your own limbs off.
or when your on your sofa hearing your ho moan;
'flipped' by the next kid you thought to call "homo".
"homo" didn't fit and it isn't a diss anyway, I'm most opposed.
lyrics did diss your own persona though; shown as homophobe.Last edited by _SBU; 11-21-2011 at 12:13 PM.
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Your callin' our sh*t weak, Originally Posted by RusKazVan
But our lines would be qoinq wreak, causinq destruction makin' you look bleak havinq you leak. . .
I don't qet tired at all, hearinq punks like you bawl, that you claim your better, but it-becomes pall
No flaws ? thats where it flaw-ed. . .
Sayinq your flow's smooth, and that we awed, see your a fraud. . .
A weak-chin ? All I know is that your weaken'd,
F*ck the weekdays, Ill take you on, in the weekend. . . -
Your going backwards bro...ur still good but focus aight? It seems like you're grabbing for words that just rhyme and your using them out of contxt or In other words, correct placement .... It is better to make sense than to actually rhyme. Try writing a script that has very little rhymes but conveys a message all the way through. That will help you develope a lot Dawg. Keep at it Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard
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you claim you're hip hop with this drop but bxtch stop, Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
don't be pissed off when you're informed that it's not.
you can be from a trailer court or Bed Stuy,
but still won't rap better than a dead guy.
I'll drop body bag lines that make heads fly,
then stab you in the throat until you're bled dry.
your next line will only be a death cry
I won't express why, i'll just leave you for the flesh flies. -
My sh*t's inventive.. fists with pens in.. Originally Posted by ir1
write lines like da vinci sketches.
you can't spar and you're not a rapper either.
"death cry"? ..your best rhymes are onomatopoeia.
I've eloquent battlecries.. a veteran samurai..
too much passion like the deserts of palestine.
aloof like you're due hype but juiced like you're too ripe..
leave me for "flesh flies"? I'd leave you for fruit flies.
"body bag lines" right? ..mine are like an incubator;
helping you grow when you read back and think through later. -
So , uh.
Remember why my name went from cold to hot , Call this the delusional taunt , I'm so crazy people gonna be asking what's he on?
forgot tell to you that whats goes up must come down Your flow is a bust , Punk F ucks better know what I'm about
When One love steps around , Dun' give a F*ck I leave little b*itches in a frown , Lyrically I Leave you 6 feet in the ground with 1 catchy sound
didn't wanna go all word play on your asses , To me it's Puff Puff pass it but little whine fuc*s can't really f ucking grab it
Yo you punk mother fu*ckers I wanna see you literally rap it , You think you deserve to be in the game?
It's true I'm assertive and leave these fuc*s in the break down lane
Man not running for my mother ****ing fame , You rap like your sane ; Hah One love ; I'm insane.
Half you fuc*s just wanna get rich , Right 1 punchline and you think you're the complete sh*t , But I must admit
Remember me as One love who didn't a **** , ni*gas find me , Most are way to blind to see , Say you're a rap OG but you nothing but a ni*ga wanna-be.Last edited by HomeGrownProduction; 11-22-2011 at 11:30 AM.
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"300 feet down"? how? ..I'm deeper as standard
and my esteem's rising like steam from the magma.
HGP there's no need for the tantrum..
it's all art but mine leaps from the canvas.
your steez needs some balance,
your schemes are apparent;
claiming your "fame" like you dream of a mansion
but homepad won't match the deeds and the actions. -
U just rhyme all the time to disguise that u can't improvise Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard
Got vitcimized by ur own mind, what u devise is never right
Friends come and friends go but ennemies accumulate
And I feel a certain hate when we communicate
'Cuz I'm allergic to bad rappers and you make me sneeze
Acerbic like a bad apple while I taste so sweet
Why are u even readin' this ? The joke is in your pants
And I'll proceed to diss, unless u have other plans ?1 <3 -
Originally Posted by _SBU
"Leap from the canvas"? Man its like, "what are you doing??"
You leap for a canvas and honestly? You land nothing.
You clame de Vinci standard?
Dumb thing....slanderish banter.
you're a cancer,honestly. You try to gallop, but canter.
Yes, your "esteem" rises but clouds your self vision,
Do your schemes wreak "crafty" ? or "delusional mission".
ur losing what you've been using and its devine surprise from time to time
often times I can read your mind and call rhymes before the punch lineLast edited by smoothtung; 11-22-2011 at 09:02 PM.
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I'm back, nigs! All y'all wack kids, crawl, bawl, and have fits. W/my everyday spits. But admit, its that **** u wish u did, stories u wish u'd lived. The single syllable wordsmith. Literally ill but not illiterate, just having fun w/it. From quick flips to the slow and descript, every word I say gots your brain uploading a pic. Got u holding your d**k like," damn he's the s**t!" No one hits Robb, Robb hits. U know this. Got u hanging on my flows like flip-flops on toes while I rip up my foes. I was all up in your crib sucked up your moms tits while u was a pup in your crib. On the cool, your lil brother might be my kid. So enuff w/"what ifs?" Imma blow spliffs, chill for a bit while y'all split up this dis.
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Hey lil nostik, on everyone's d**k. At least the ones w/a robb dis. And I can tell from your pic, u got them blow job lips. Come give it a kiss. And swallow it cause we ALL know dont spit. Lil sawed-off half-wit. I split pus*y so ill leave u in half there w/a half spare. You're too busy trying to split cat hairs while your ryhmes dont have flare. Like internal affairs I investigate and point out your despair. What the Fuk is your name anyway how do u pronounce it. I know Molo had no stick when she last showed those who dont know s**t that lil nostik has no wit, you got ripped by a chick, trick. Next time u see her post, if u "like" it" its likely shell go more politely. And Remove your head more precisely, already seem dead nostik unlively. You're trifling. And WERE ALL stifling your bullshit writing. You were more fun under your bed hiding. Return there for the fighting this is a shootout, no knifing.
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Yeah no one hits Robb, we "rob" ya'. . . Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
You still comin' up with the rap to stop us. . .
Two words. . .Halar-ious, we be the most impulsive spittas'
While you still thinkin' what to write and try to hit-us. . .
Yeah, I used "us" twice, but it seems like I said it hotter, like spice,
Slice and dice ya', you had enouqh ? Well I ain't qonna be nice'a*. . .
I wrote that, you jus' read it. . .
You print it in your mind and can't shred it. . .
Like you heard it and I said it. . .
I f*ck'd your b*tch, I told her qo ahead ,qet that a** with,
Or she'll be with ya' in a river with your bodies wrappd' in plastic,
Or worse buried in mastic. . . .
Im mystic, with lyrics,
My sh*t qo throuqh ya' like spirits,
Like "Where did he qo ? " I don't know probly leavin' with some diqits. . . -
What dis? This script? Tis tis kid, get ripped. Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
Dipstick who thinks it the **** to reference d*ck tips..
Get this fixed..
You don't hit, you miss flips like arthridic gymnasts,
And yes illiterate..."enuff"? I don't even have to dis this.
it May be that you're a sad sob "robb".
With "Mack" plastic wrapped in a padlocked box..
You got crap draws... I draw cats cuz I lack bad flaws.
Hack job, I'm "robb"ing mac(k), its a fact, you can't handle it at all..
I will cripple your attack ASAP, you ain't "back" dawg...Last edited by smoothtung; 11-22-2011 at 11:19 PM.
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By the looks of it, your checkin' me out, Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
Fa**et, you better not pout, or shout
that I wrote a diss, don't think its' a "shout-out". . .
N*qqa it looks like, your' tryna' diss, if so then Ill qet a hit, no miss,
Attract haters, Im a hate-maqnet'.
Ill baq it,and draq it, to the back of the loq cabin',
Have you and your boys play sords, like your playin' d*ck qrabbin'. . .
Ill be havin' haters like you, write sh*t that ain't even true,
Cuz you too' know you wanna be like me when your twenty-two. . .
A trick, thats' what your tryna' play on me, but when your slippin' Ill qet you, with no apoloqie. . .
F*ck technoloqy. . .
Im jus' sayin', this ain't bullsh*t its some, insane-sh*t,
Have you tick, to the tock, tick-tock, see the qlock ? Your clock is over,
My lines will have you sent into space like the Mars roover. . .
Need some luck ? Find a 4 leaf clover, sh*t read more lyrics, your too sober. . .
F*ck the q*y sh*t you write, now that ain't real polite,
Ill qive you a nice line, "Suck my clip, sit tiqht, qood niqht" *PLAH*
You like it ? Nah you love it. . . don't deny it
I know you have feelinqs for my rhymes, don't try to hide it.
So this ain't sour, its pretty sweet, speekinq of sour, I see your tryna' qain power, you tweek. . .
Ill qive you the cinnamon, then Ill cinna the mon in sh*t, don't think my Im qoin' soft, Ill qive you the hardest hit. . . -
Sounds pretty f*cked up ^^ Aha
I mean wack.
