Oh man , I sense this littla Mutha fuc*a kinda get a little mad?
I got your rap career a mess sorry brotha I didn't wanna show that you're bad.
Take all that sh*t you talk , Now hold it to your back brotha cause Yo' homie ; Ya can't fukking rap.
Walk the walk cause you talking that talk that you gonna own me , But little deleterious better step the **** back
You rhyme like a god damn children's book
You look at 1 line of mine ; and it changes how you look.
This rap sh*t is completely fukking mine. Stole it like a god damn crook.
I to can write rhymes like that **** is flying to my mind
But sometimes people want clear deliverance
Wether you agree or disagree , Deliverly is clearly key.
Quit yo *****ing when I'm talking bout me. You CAN'T FUKKING SPIT IT so please , Dele-T give up that "rap" dream.
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Originally Posted by Deleterious
that was a bland drop so back off, you're wack dawg.
your 'CAPS LOCK'ed like a backstocked hat shop's.
what?
"SPERM of the whale"? ..you sink it, like Ahab.
kid, face facts.
I've got love for this place fam, your lyrics disgrace that,
if you did "pick a prick" it's a needle in this haystack.
you told HGP "..all I hear is 'IT"..
I don't think your ear's legit;
if you knew real you'd feel his script.
too stupid to feel fear of it?
you've sunk so low you're pierless, kid.
you should've stayed silently "DUMB" bro;
f*ck those "mom" jokes.
you clutch at the "CROTCH" as a crutch though. -
Originally Posted by _SBU
No I'm a man, take it to trial if you want.
I flow like a fan with my own style to flaunt.
So man, no 'fan' says your Revival daunts..
You impose, I enhance ~ this reprisal will haunt.
You left in a 'rush' like Neil peart in 'tom sawyer'
think I bit you much? Huh.. Go get moms lawyer.
Now you're back, tough? ~ bluff. You suit this one coyer.
You speak of rap ~ mine's designed like Louis montoyer. -
yo delete if you want to set up a thread I will battle you. First to 3 votes wins.
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yo...screw it, i'll jus hit you up right here...
Turn the blankets page and dont forget to
lick your fingertip before you flip the page
and grab your blanket kid, cover up your
eyes so you dont see the violent ways that i display
through silent rage
I know you be locked up in your house for days
but that doesent make it okay for you to go
type sh*t on blog spots talkin sh*t just for play.
I play for keeps son, I mean what i say
This kid talks about dic-k's more than actual gays
so I think this kid is actualy gay..in a factual way.
delete needs to change his name to "big red nose"
because hes a clown his raps are so dam whack
that even dead people find it fitting to
raise thier eyebrowsLast edited by DuceDaMicRipper; 01-12-2012 at 02:41 PM.
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Originally Posted by shaadow
This heat could even leave shaadows with sunstroke.
you're "like a fan" but you 'suck' though.
I'm villainous an' "imposing".
you're mischievous; an 'imp posing'.
I diss disposable flows.
you don't know pro prose but my skills get you noticed dawg.
you know this plot but wrote it wrong;
if "left in a 'rush" I'm like Moses was.
bring deep art or depart.
you're 'effed' up / 'Deft' but.. minus the 'D'part. -
He isn't gonna be active for awhile. Originally Posted by DuceDaMicRipper
Brain is athletic, I let it run
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ah...well he will have a diss waiting for him when he returns lol. Thanks for the update tho 'who'. Originally Posted by Who
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Open battle for whoever wants to go against me:
Blink twice, you just might miss it
Some advice, don't talk sh*t kid
Cuz this slick sh*t can get your wrists slit
In this life, I've had a near miss
And my life flashed, and it's ending's
Opened up to me, new beginning
This frustration, but I'm changing
I'm letting go, metamorphism
Too slow kid, tortoise
So bring the noise son
Blow the speakers out til there's no doubt in my mind
Let the track replay with no rewind that's fine
Hate me at will, don't hate yet you will
That's fine, cuz this mind's...
Incredible, by one line
I set up, let em go
So bring it on
But check your flow... -
That advice won't work, unless your tryna' Originally Posted by quickill
Lurk it, twerk it, or herd sh*t - Your worthless. . .
You hear me ?
Ill make it sone - Your such a failure, why even try on your own
You won't make it kid.
Prosecute you like a bid - Don't gotta try on this early, life
So put your word on it, or you can sit on the 'hard' and twurl on it .
Though you suck, you still 'blow' out em' speakers,
Your an ad-dict like a crazy 'head' for pairs of 'sneakers'
Can't understand my 'lang', get in classes for rap-'speakers'
Maybe you'll get the hang, and preach for faggot-rhyme 'preachers'
Nah ?
"QuickIll" it fits you. . .
Your rhymes sicken us quick,
Fall in a-byss, maybe we'll give a "quick"-sh*t
Ill rack your dome,
See the name its either you 'Go Hard' or Go Home. -
Ya lost once, and you'll lose again
But, I guess ya want that pain
I told you before,
this isn't a game, it's a sport
So let's set this straight
No more of all the hate
You can't beat me
Sh*t, you can't even see
That you'll never spit a rap
Cuz all your lines, sound like crap
Oh, did that hurt ya feelings
Too bad, you don't know the meaning
Of the word pain
It's like a downpour of rain
Never stops till ya done
So boy turn around and run
Cuz come at me one more time
And I'll kill ya with my rhyme
So clearly you lost, it's done
Wasn't all that fun
Every time I step up, I win
My rhymes speak of what I did
So stop and listen, you might get a hintLast edited by Bowski; 01-16-2012 at 08:12 AM.
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Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard
Amateur
Your raps give me a f*ckin headache
Get an education then get your f*ckin head straight
Saboteur
Your girl rocked my world like an earthquake
Said you're phony, out like elimidate
For real though...
I grew up poor, headed straight for the top
Watchin b*tches fall, drop you like a rock that got Pac'd
Like Tupac with a glock.
You should f*ckin stop
You wanna be rapper, f*ggot lookin dapper
F*cked your girl bare, hit yo momma with a wrapper
B*tch was ugly, but she gave great grain
Head was psychotic, f*ckin insane
Then I busted in her throat, made that b*tch choke
B*tch I'll f*ckin find you, rob you, while smilin
You broke little b*tch, look like starvin Marvin
My lyrics outta scope, somethin like a martian
Your lyrics lack substance, pathetic
This could f*ck with your head
Only if you let it
But once I'm in your head, I'll
Skull f*ck you forever, until you're f*ckin dead, scared yet? better,
You'll never get ahead
Fake like Cheez-Its, beggin like "please miss"
For yo momma's nipple - it's simple
Imma grab the f*ckin pistol
Put you in your place
In the word's of biggie biggie
Your brain was a terrible thing to waste
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Ha. . . Originally Posted by quickill
'F*c'k and 'B*tch' won't really catch my eye yo',
Just like a stupid hater, thinking that he's going hard so, no need for me to read,
The damn lyrics you breed, like come on, make use of time
Scripts, and rhymes, not jus' dumb diss lines.
One question. . .
Did you come here to shine ?
Your sure not worth a damn dime,
So whats the use of you, if your not 'prime',
Don't cop off mine. . .
See Ill make you more legit,
Unlike your raps theyre shorter standing, than a full grown midget,
Im gonna have to 'shred' it,
Damn you say Im 'pathetic' ?
No joke. . .
I don't even know my 'moms', so why try to go there ?
Your jus' a wanna-be cold hearted faggot, think I should care ?
No.
So I know you haven't bought a key, or even shot a body,
So no need for me to trip and waste lines on a 'no-body'.
Well I really think 'your' brain is going to waste,
I can smell the awful stench, from this real distant place,
Really, a disgrace .
But Im not surprised. . .
Lookin' for advice, in the after-life,
After I murdered it, cuz' well, Im a 'murder-er',
So I had to murder it. . .And you came up and burned it lit,
Uh, your really jus' kinda' makin' it look like sh*t,
Yet, I had to actually 'full'-fil this whole script . -
@ Nostik
Stress builds
Lying on the terrace
Erase my existence
Way before my parents
F*ck this appearance
And f*ck this whole life
As anger cuts through me
Like veins and a knife
So frustrated I'll beat the system like a wife
You may not relate
But then again you might
I'm way above your level
And never comin' down
As if I'm hittin' buddha
But I put the ganja down
Young buck
Parents weren't around
I used to run the streets
Soon I'll run the town
I almost lost focus
Feet off the ground
Lost for a minute
In a moment I was found
Cuz the day I give up
Is the day I ain't around
Armchair critics
Waste of my f*ckin' time
B*tch know your role
'Fore I put you back in line
All in due time
Cuz life is like chess
And when you think you got me
Is when I make my move best
Different from the rest
But you already knew that
Gave that b*tch a grand
And told her bring two back
Who knew that
We'd overcome our past
So with two middle fingers tell the haters kiss my ***
Fail - me never
B*tch don't even ask
And when I reach my goals
I will savor it at last
Cuz sweet tastes sweeter
Because I know sour
Time ticks by slowly
In these final hours
Fade into the darkness
Emerge with the power
I'm way over your head
And I ain't even done yet
So reply if you want to
And lose your self respect... b*tch -
Seems like nothing's really new, Originally Posted by quickill
Jus' another 're'ply from you .
Never seem to change,
But, why should I have in-despite-of-you .
To make this long sh*t short,
Ill jus' end your mess, in good sort .
Really, where does your skills show,
With your really bad shook flow,
Understand, that its a sign, your here to recieve a bad "Woah" .
But, maybe your here to listen,
And able to enlist-in,
Low class battles, and hope you don't miss it,
Cuz it'll get far from a 'distance' .
Do you need my 'assisstance' ?
Well, my lyrical 'persistance' will sure
Lower your ambitions,
Deep in heart, don't show 'resistance'
My mission, is to make your sucka' a*s to quit 'this'. . .
But, Don't waste your time to try and finish,
That jus' 'ridiculous' . -
shadow deff won u suck bruh Originally Posted by Deleterious
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Originally Posted by quickill
i never fell asleep reading a rhyme,
i almost asked shadow to blow out my mind,
some advise for you get some vocabulary,
your **** makin me wary but you thats ok,
right now im popin your sisters pink cherry,
you come right ask for a battle fight,
in the dark or the night,
im so sorry im late bruh your sista was tight,
you say your incredible thats almost as funny,
as a retard uncapable ,
now sorry i got to tell you more about your sister,
only fu*ked her twice and my di*k has got blisters,
that sh*t made sore and tence,
fu*k it ill call her a wh0re say it as pass-tence,
you fu*k with me in the streets with beef,
give me a call bring the police cheif,
b*tch you better belive,
im a cut off your arms attached is yo sleeves,
sorry i gotta make this sh*it quick
so i can go get my first pick
ill spit quick cuz my rides waitin
spit you out your sh*t aint tastin
stick u back in the oven to go for bastin -
Deleterious Your bars are some of the worst ive heard. Ill take you on buddy.
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anytime "in 10 cities" ----ladies must go first Originally Posted by in ten cities
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So hold up, you ^ delirious? I mean ..deleterious?
