Come get slaughtered!

Oh goodie, look, he can rhyme tossed with... tossed
Robbmack thinks he's all that, he thinks he's a boss
I think his rhymes are aenemic, dyin' from blood loss
Some kinda crazy talk
Talkin' about lions paws
And how he likes lickin' balls
And it's all his pa's fault
Or something another
Coz he caught his son f****** his mother
But I didn't quite catch all of it
Now it's in my mental dumpster, just a ball of schit
That's officially what we're callin it
Just like your brother Toby
Ya still aint got a f***** clue
I forgive ya little homie
Whether you accept it's up to you

Originally Posted by BackInBlack

Oh goodie, look, he can rhyme tossed with... tossed
Robbmack thinks he's all that, he thinks he's a boss
I think his rhymes are aenemic, dyin' from blood loss
Some kinda crazy talk
Talkin' about lions paws
And how he likes lickin' balls
And it's all his pa's fault
Or something another
Coz he caught his son f****** his mother
But I didn't quite catch all of it
Now it's in my mental dumpster, just a ball of schit
That's officially what we're callin it
Just like your brother Toby
Ya still aint got a f***** clue
I forgive ya little homie
Whether you accept it's up to you

I knew you were a waste of fukn time... you should definitely stop telling people you are a rapper in any form what so ever, you've not one hot drop... NOT ONE!!!! Vouve is on point, this site has gone to $#!+!!! Where'd all the killers go?!!!!

Why you so mad then? Sounds to me like I pressed some buttons. Especially the fact that you rhymed tossed with toss you idiot. You try to be technical and then your flow sounds like butt when it's spoken aloud. So F*** you and F*** the horse you rode in on.

Where'd all the killers go?
They got tired of f***in' around wit' gorillas bro
You frontin' like you somethin' but you aint got the illa flow
You must be he11a slow
Just coz you got opposable thumbs
Doesn't mean you aint just anotha disposable bum
My lyrics are closer to what's actually bein' recorded than you'll ever get
You've never writ better schit, far as I'm concerned you're in a deficit
But still you think you're ill and that your raps are heaven sent
So you got some big words, now you want us to applaud your intelligence
But you don't spit it with elegance, where's the f***in' evidence?
It's time for you to pay recompense
I'm sick of you too, stay on the fence, I hope it impales you
You can straight up eat a d*ck and go to h3ll dude
Just keep doin' what ya peers tell you
While regrettin' ya rap career that fell through

Matter of fact, I'm through with you monkeys too...

yo shut that hole in yo face
you a disgrace to this whole thread
and after im finished youll prolly be dead
they say blood is red, and it really is true
but ima slice you so fast youll gash a baby blue
dont talk about careers, and how theirs fell through
cause atleast they had one, unlike you
so rest in that dry spot in that pinebox
with 9 shots from my fine glock

Originally Posted by SupaHotFire

yo shut that hole in yo face
you a disgrace to this whole thread
and after im finished youll prolly be dead <<<<<<Ha! Ha! Ha! Talking about lame, well here it is. "Prolly be dead" Lol! OMG!
they say blood is red, and it really is true<<<<<<<<Kindergarten bars.
but ima slice you so fast youll gash a baby blue
dont talk about careers, and how theirs fell through
cause atleast they had one, unlike you
so rest in that dry spot in that pinebox
with 9 shots from my fine glock

That was nine asinine bars of wackness
You a farce boy so I suggest you practice
And come up with some new tactics
Coz ya rhymes are throw away like prophylactics
You scary wack b**ch, ya schit is old like geriatrics
We can bury axes
And if you want beef I can bring the black angus
Destroy ya when I gore ya, my rap's dangerous
Your utterly weak, and will suffer defeat that's heinous

His story shows why Black's so pissed at us
Dub B blows like wind and his spits dust.
History shows why goin pro missed you cuz,
'Cause your writing is unthinking and promiscuous..
Now you prolly missed what the dis to you was
even though I slowed the flow so youd catch up
still you'll be dismissive 'cause even half wits too much
Be glad it's text and not fist to cuffs
you didn't get the gear that was issued us.
And now you're on our di(k and two nuts,
'cause you have none and to claim one is too much...
You dream Dub B'd just give it to you.. Whaaat?!!
I dig chicks holes in the woods after I fu(k
I'd bury you too, but not my di(k in your butt..
Seems immature but for you I dumb my sh|t up,
cause I adapt to foes, want bars? I'll beat you wit clubs..
Crack your skull with hard raps call me Mr. Bust,
you're now known as" the late Black", like Rose missed the bus.
You don't move forward, you throw fits, and fuss..
While I'm still here for words, for wars still fukn it up..

It seems I need to bring back the raunch so you can grasp my roots..
Tied to this whipping post I taunt you... kiss my unshackled boots..
Back in da day I was raw and unpolished,
but I'm no angel I've no halo to tarnish..
Just horns to sharpen and murders to take part in.
So my writes have hardened and when I write, I'm hard then..
I come hard when I toss bars in... please, pardon...
I'll be the reason your face is on cartons,
pics of u, and quotes asking, "have you seen me?",
"I was slain in a post buy a beaner in a beanie"
From south Austin who too often,
gets too tossed when he's caught off gaurd and
coughs and coughs when the buds that awesome..
Keep checkin my wall to make sure I'm not on
But you've not only ran across a killer you've crossed one..
Wonder where's the killers at 'cause you're not but ROBBs one
With MACK at his back now you know we're more than you thought once.

First off, I'm not pissed off at you or anybody
Secondly Dub B blows? Yeah, he blows donkey di(ks for a hobby
History only shows that you and your bros is a bunch a choads
Probably some nerds sittin' in ya basements punchin' codes
I didn't miss schit, I just don't give a fu(k about falsity
Fu(k your diss bi7ch, your flow never did have any velocity
Yeah, I'm dismissive, your mundane campaign hasn't even peeked my curiosity
And you should be the one glad we aint boxin'
I'd fu(k you up and leave you in a quant coffin'
Fu(k your kweer gear, I don't fear it and I aint stoppin'
So hold ya ear near and I'll stick my co(k in
Keep on talkin', I don't need ya to give me nothin', I'm not new at this
Who cares if you kill after fu(kin', what the fu(k's that got to do wit' this?
Dumb your sh|t up? Like your other sh|t wasn't? How rediculous
But continue crappin' if you must
You wont be laughin' when it gets you crushed

Is it possibly your philosophy? The only raunch you brought was the stink of mediocrity
Atypical, not difficult, typical, not at all remarkable flows is what you offer me
Everybody knows even though you try and try to act tougher
You're so middle-of-the-road ho, ya sh|t's just lackluster
You wack buster
You really just can't cut the mustard
You're goin' down, I'm goin' upward
So I'll sh|t upon ya from the greatest of heights
Call me the repo man, I'm here to repossess your mic
Like a strong man competition, come test your might
There's strength in my composition, I'm the clever type
And now I see that my opposition is never hype
I'll tear you all apart like I'm a cenobite
I'm here to win the fight, I don't sympathize
I'm standin' in the light
As you try to improvise

Stop tryin so hard boy ill make this sh1t look easy
i mean ****s sake you took your name off an album of AC/DC's
half your **** dont even rhyme, so i think its about time to just shut the **** up
youre shuck, and that includes everything you say
you couldnt beat me in a battle on my worst day
ye im powerful, man im the like damn sun's rays
you standin in the light, & if thats the case
good night

Correction, you make mediocre rappers seem ill and sh1t
I can't believe you actually think that you be killin' sh1t
You rhyme at the end of the line but I aint feelin' it
And every fu(kin' line of mine rhymes, not just half
I guess you need to check ya eyes, fool, I just laugh
And light another cigarette, I don't give a fu(kin' sh1t and you can bet
I swing harder again and again, through thick n thin
And I strut like a (o(k in a chicken pen
Fu(k with me and ya ribs I'm kickin' in
While sportin' the sickest grin
I'm an anvil, you's a window weight
When you're at a stand still, I innovate
Your sh1t belong in a landfill, mine I vindicate
Is it me or my pen ya hate?
Well I'm in ya face
And I wont bend or break
This is just for fun son, I already put you in ya place

aight check it,

you say that every line is another rhyme, but as im readin I'm constantly checkin' the time
cause what you say and whats been wrote makes you look like all you do is choke
nothing special bout that yo
but i'm a psycho so what do I know
now I'm caught up in the mess that you made bro

see my rhymes are consistent and my flow is constant
I'm a rap god so tall that when i stand you get distant
I'm an engine and my brains the pistons
open your ears and listen

I'm straight murdering beats
cuttin' em up n eat'n them like a feast
when you rap they smell like sweaty feet
by that I'm sayin' that you stink

nah scratch it I'm sayin' that you suck
your flights cancelled and the boats been sunk
and with any luck i may let you ride in my trunk
dont worry someday youll be outa this funk

and when your sittin talkin all that smack
spittin that s*** thats outta wack
ill be making fat stacks
you think youre a god youre just a moutain, and to be specific thats BROKE BACK

Yes, every line is a rhyme
I never choke, I smoke you vaginas wit mine
When I'm in my prime, my mothaf***in' rhymes hypnotize
You say you're a psycho? I already said that, though, I sympathize
Even though I know, ya spittin' lies... consistently
A rap god? More like a rap fraud, so I sh1t on you... distantly
Persistently wit' the delivery, instantly
You're an engine, but one of ya pistons is missin', it's history
And you don't murder beats, you're much too weak
Aint no way ya words a feast, or whatever the fu(k you think
Somebody call a scientist, I think we found the missin' link
You be tha one that stinks, like you been gettin' it in the clink
And if I suck, mothaf***a you suck a whole lot harder
I don't give a fu(k, muthaf***a you can be a martyr
It's Alucard everlastin', you better bring some holy water
For blasphemy ya best be askin, please forgive me father
Of course I talk smack, so does 99 percent of muthaf***as that rap
You talkin' smack right back, but yours is just crap
And that's a fact
I know I'm not god, but if you think you're better you must be on crack

readin your $h1t as i smoke my cigarette
and i realize you can spit
nothing good though im serious
im a f*(kn dark lord compared to you
you suck too much d dude
i am a king watch me put on my crown
and look down at the ground
sittin theres you, the rap clown
kissn at my feet
b**[h dont speak
your lyrics f*(kn reek
so weak takes a year and to weeks
for you, to develop them
takes five minutes for me son
just like you when your girl tryna c*m
ha why you think im the one shes runnin to
like mr t said i pity the fool
your a wrench just another tool
go back to rap school
and get schooled
you got nothin on this
i got all every diss
and all the b**[hes
you got mad men
and the equations
Dx10 to the tenth
its time to kill
i chose you, to, destroy with my lyrical skills
poetry fills,
the air
words cuttin, dont get scared
slice you open to see you bleed
while puffin on mad green trees
drop you atop the pile of dead bodys
i commit crimes through my insanity
ill record it all and sell it as the 2015 hit movie
laugh at you evil
with no hesitation ill drop this anvil
and watch your brains spill out on the mantle
i have no feelings of greed i just plant seeds
my brains a maze a dark corridor
a holocaust of horror
and your the candidate walkin in it
slicing with precision i cut out your vision
let you start trippin
let your girl start sobberin
and that h%e ill start tippin.

I can't believe you had the audacity to respond back
B1tch, you can't rap, this sport is contact
And by the looks of it you aint ready for combat
You R E A L L Y are stupid if ya think your sh1t's all that
Coz it's all crap, I beat the p1ss outta you on so many levels
I'm throwin' massive boulders, you throwin' itty bitty pebbles
I'm so much colder, I fu(kin' freaze out the fu(kin' devil
I never look over my shoulder, I leave it to smoke and smolder and when the dust finally fu(kin settles
It'll be eazy to see that I'm victorious
And when a little peon like you get's curious
I school 'em like I been schoolin' you fool, it's glorious
I've already won son, ya spittin' bull, I know this makes you furious
But you need to accept it
Ya sh1t's just not copacetic
You rap like a narcoleptic
Yo sh1t's just so pathetic

you really think you got me upset dude
who you think your foolin
aint me your schoolin
im beyond combat
you think youre all that
i never give up always push back
ill whip my d-ck out and give those lips a smack smack
ill put you in your place while my knuckles i crack
i aint gotta even try
because in the end youre the one thats gonna cry
ill never die
you talk about scientist what are you bill nye
your an optical illusion
playin tricks on these peoples minds
you say my shits pathetic
naw im just sporadic
while i got you shakin erratic
you throwin big words heres a new one
the sub-definition of you is nauseation
mutilation with my rhymes
you look like a mothaf--(kin pantomime
im kinda inclined to laugh
seein as you readin over 9000 on the homograph
im a f-(k1n genius
get out your f-(k1n thesaurus
im a rap powerhouse
you youre just a f-(k1n mouse
your raps f_(kin bore us

Look at this guy up here he thinks he's tough I think he's ***** he rhymes like doctor suess at times like who's the weres and what's and why oh Yea that's right up in the sky come on dude you call those bars I snap them just like stale Cigars half the things you said just don't make since you left me back at playing tricks Cuz I thought I heard your girls turn in tricks oh Yea that's right last night she sucked me off n let me bust all on her tits there's just one thing I've got left to say I'm sorry dawg but my **** got lost lastnight in what's like corridor f ck the hallway

No, obviously I didn't get ya upset
I can tell by the weak sh1t you come back wit'
Obviously you caint tell ya fu(ked yet
Probably got your eyes on bass ackwards
N***a I'll drag yo 4ss ta backwoods
And show you all there is that's hood
Think you're a playboy? Hey boy, you can't even rap good
Think I can't beat you?
N***a a bum smokin' crack could
Now go back to the rock you crawled from
And plant yo 4ss firmly back under it
This sh1t right here is all done
And you wonder where ya thunder went?
You never had it in the first place
You'd serve under a novice in the worst case
I curse you back to your very first birth day

Y'all didn't know but y'all fu(kin' wit' the dirtiest rapper that's alive
Find a b1tch off the street and meat smash'er at the thighs
I mean gash'er and rise
And watch as her body flops and she dies
I'm a sick puppy
My di(k's hungry
I haven't showered in 32 days
Now let me show ya how to skewer a human in 32 ways
I got more lethal bars than them worms that you praise
Now raise up off my sack, it's a whole new day
I'll feed ya baby crack and snatch off ya granddaddy's toupee
After havin' sex wit' the gutted remains of ya b1tch I just slayed
All other contenders must fade
I'll show you just how
You think I'm bustin' nuts now
Just wait

Aw h3ll, you wanna take his side?
I'm here to break his fakest stride
I'll slaughter both of ya and pay it no mind
I thought you was family, faith is so blind
Look at what you've handed me? Now I gotta retaliate in rhyme
I'll calibrate the lines
So they sh1t right on top of you
You aint gotta take the time
Now it's off wit' you
I'm gonna do just what I oughtta do
Slaughter you
And be done wit' the whole lot of you
You want a war? You got it dude
Only it's over before it started dude
Now you're fu(ked
Feel lucky I even regarded you

None of you punks is phazin' me
I slaughter the alphabet A to Z
Wait and see
A- b1tch made punk thought he could fu(k wit' me
B-ut it's well known that misery loves
C-ompany
D-oes that ring a bell? Well...
E-veryday I'm a make your life on here a livin' hell
F-u(k you for even thinkin' you can
G-o throw ya rhymes in the trash can
H-eavy weight's will beat your 4ss man
I-m just the one, son, I'm the last man
J-abbin' at ya with a one two
K-O, n***a, now it's almost through
L-et me see what you gon' do?
M-y defenses are ready
N-obody's gettin' through, ya offenses are petty
O-n some real sh1t, my defenses are deadly
P-ut ya on ya knees, right where you belong
Q-uit tryin', ya just dyin', you wont last through the song
R-ight here is the rightful master, here to subdue the throng
S-o I can prove who's the strong
T-oday, right here is where I end it
U-nkindly but my rhymes can't be amended
V-erily I say unto you I don't give a fu(k if you're offended
W-hen I've been tellin' you diseases
X-eroxed from a bunch of skeezes
Y-ou aint got sh1t, don't fu(k with the lyrical Jesus
Z-zzz is all y'all brings with weakness, it's grievous

Hold up... wait...
I'm in the
Zone
Yellin'
Xtra, xtra, read all about it
When will these fools stop doubtin
Vocabulary that's so scary it could move a mountain?
Under the worst of circumstances
This wordsmith doesn't run out of chances
So I'm one step ahead of all advances
Right here, still gettin' dirty glances
Quagmires are inevitible
Placed in a room full of human vegetables
Only to find 'em often rotten, it's regrettable
Nobody told me though that they weren't edible
Murphy's Law huh? Well they can
Lick my testicles
Killin' you all is my destiny
Just for kicks, you pr1cks get the honor of testin' me
I've ascended from on high where the lyrical gods were blessin' me
Hungry for more, I left their great magesty
gods I did not find for sure, this bunch is a travesty
Fortunately I'm here to quell all blasphemy
Ending all, none shall come after me
Dead silence from the tyrants is what there has to be
Cons and
Bastards shall be left in
Ashes see

Originally Posted by ROBBMACK

I knew you were a waste of fukn time... you should definitely stop telling people you are a rapper in any form what so ever, you've not one hot drop... NOT ONE!!!! Vouve is on point, this site has gone to $#!+!!! Where'd all the killers go?!!!!

Yeah I think a "Hahahaha" is in order... SBU? Venomology? RobbMack? Where did you all go?