Nah we good man. Splattered seed on your girls ***, anal go in fresh dik come out shitty, if that don't explain it Idk how lol. Anyways yeah I was excusing myself for not throw in out 50 bars like you do its cuz I really don't have a lot of time, tonight I'm off so expect a slaughter fest thoughOriginally Posted by CrazyKydz
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Crazy Kyd bent over ready to take mack in while in his hand a mac is tries to be clever but is found lackin
track record shows I have a rap streak
Crack record shows him runnin from his rap sheet, suck romeos *** crack, enjoy the heat
I'm waiting for the day SBU awakens you from your sleep and murders you for being so damn cocky, rapping like your good, all a dream
Dont quote, condescend then act like you ain't trying to belittle me
hurt from my rhyme scheme thats shorter but who's standards you can't meet
Suckin up more like suckin cups of cum, I have enough... do you want some? Macks sick af while youre **** in sick of
being a loser, it's okay the forums the place for you to take out your anger, here's a booster
you're not bad.
But dam you spend to much time on attacks I do not want to read all of that of which you wrote
it's not about quantity it's about content in which your rights are revoked, but dam you're on repeat like a cd cdeez nuts keep bringin up guns like you have one. We both know keyboard warrior you dont
if I was to quote on the **** that made no sense
you'd have about half finished your notes your pencil and keys I wish were broken kind a like your home is, rest in peace crazy kid you're crazy if you think your hopes are anything but hopeless,
choke a ***** before I let you keep talking ****. I guess I gotta choke ya, is what I meant -
Yo ama let that slide because ano am raw dog like biggie smalls got yo ***** up against the wall pound her till she ball n/igga make yo last call cuz am the grim reaper her to take yo soul I belong in the HALL of fame Romeo's the name roll deep in the game I wasn't on this thread for fame then along you came act like my biggest hatter but you my biggest fan got my picture hung up ina frame b/itch don't U know am insane chop you in to lil peaces flush you down the drain you can put be in chains you still gona get beat we can go teo to teo but don't be stepping on my feet or ama have to pull out ma heat make you deceased bury yo *** six feet deep matter of fact ama bury you even deepa so no one ever see ya now I gota go hit yo mama gspot
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(Haha. Cool, cool.) Originally Posted by taylormaximus
You right, imma minimize it for you kid,
I see you still tryna prove you tough, but I know you a damn boy,
You say im not hood but where im from they got the dust, Sandstorm.
I was a boy who turned to a man, I transformed.
I talk about too much mac? Well i'll eat you alive, Like a f'ing Cannibal.
Don't like my approach? Better get a guard'n.., Botanical.
I might be aiming to belittle you, But I ain't trying to be little you,
Get it? You little fool,
Talking bout rap streak? You ain't surviving this one kid, You have a plan B?
Only two ways you can beat Kyd,
One, You gotta out rap me and two, You must out rap me.
Its a battle rap forum we battle with raps you see, write gay ***** lines on your own time you see?
I rap about mac's and glocks you talk about d|cks and cracks but yet you got a streak? Bruh thats crap.
Imma body you real quick, pull up in the vic with the iron low like I'm anemic,
Hitting you with every round like I gotta make dis-count on some cheap sh|t,
My guns are odd and I see you tryna get even, You tryna recruit people to murder me, N|gga im a demon,
You want S_ to assist you with my death? Im dying to see this.
People think I'm crazy and ion' blame em,
Cause when I'm not around that K I miss shells,
you get it? I miss shells, just like my name how you miss-spelled?
See I'm a big dog and you a *****, when I bark n|gga you better meow back,
I crack jokes on the rookie n|ggas, you can't do that cause you one of them,
The difference between me and you is, Is me and its you,
I said I'm elite and now you d|ck eating talking bout you an "elite",
Well you can have elite if you want it so bad, Cause I'm in a class of my own,
But I can still whoop your ***** with my seventh f\/cking bar alone.
You dont like when I rap about macs i see?
But I still got the two shotguns in broad daylight like the n|gga in the matrix, I coc' steel,
I got the sh|t tucked, how you gon' talk about all that gay sh|t and act tough,
Yeaaaa, my **** tough, you b|tching punk, Imma lay you in that bag that zips up,
Re-open that wound you got stitched up, yup your end has come.
You got two left feet how tf you gon' keep up maximus,
You under-cover p\/ssy, always, Maxi-plus.
Get it cover p\/ssy "Always" "Maxi Plus",
Machete got you bleedin' like your time of month,
So watch who tf you talking to!
You tried to climb on my throne kid, but the ball is in my court,
You in the bleachers, im on the court balling like im suppose to,
My barz are fly, first class.
Your barz are ground level, not in my class.
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Haha, damn right you raw. Originally Posted by romeo_carlion
You know, on keyboards they have this thing called the return/enter key...You should try it sometime.
5 barz is all you getting from me kid seriously,
I already got my sh|t tucked for you and whichever other n|gga wanna show out,
Y'all start acting crazy I'll clear yo whole f\/ckin' block out, My shorty got that other sh|t you 'ont even know bout,
I think you only jealous cause im better, so you tryna call me out,
But see I got my two steels on me, Im looking at you from a different p.o.v but I can still see clear,
By the time im done squeezin' even the sky is clear,
Clips dropping, heads popping, bodies dropping you getting the first round,
Imma devour you, Send them piranhas at you, 50 cal lift you off the ground,
Can I get a hallelujah?
See? I'm a piranha, you just barracuda, You biggie smalls? N|gga who fooled yah?
The next time you see my name you gon' be scared like "oh sh|t the kyd is back" -
My statements are equations,
simply made when makin'
day out day in observations. .
Verbs are integers with nouns adjacent. .
I see words and solve the way to say them..
I provide answers like advanced arithmetic,
ROBB writes with a phantom nod like a rhythmic tick...
Busts shots at random like ill tourettes,
then lock on all targets with real turrets..
I'm toxic, not cuz I talk sick
but cuz I got §hit in my pocket
and I ain't scared to pop it,
and chase that with a shot quick
while chased by a fat cop pig...
I'm reactive like uncooled uranium,
I'll relapse quick if you mention methamphetamines..
Or any-fukn-thing!!!
Please distort my reality,
this sport has high casualties..
A "casual tease" is just an analogy,
for a b|tch that won't go out with me..
But the offer's never given..
I'll take head off her, dead or living..
With tit steaks on the pit, weather permitting...
Y'all speak of wanna-bes
like you're not one of these..
And I wanna believe
that you really wanna beast,
but really I see y'all just want a beast..
But I'm really just too fukn beast,
ROBB with not one but two fukn Bs..
Ask _S, he knows MACKs a beast,
though the hopeful Jew spells it Maccabees...
Crazy'z cool, he's got enthusiasm, and gets an E for effort..
Amazing the lack of that the rest offer, they get an F for it..
Raise demons, drink blood even if it's texted kids..
Make points, turn heads, compell the excorcist...
Kyd these cats are pu§§y so d'em with less than 1 percent..
I'm active chemically like sodium so when they turn in..
I go to beds ho€s be in, and fuk flirtin'..
I'll be so deep then, I'll leave seeds for fermentin'..
I shed tears for my victims, less than one per sin...
You chumps'll asperate
if an a§§ parades,
then harass your boss and ask for raise
cuz her a§§ only pops and shakes as she's paid..
You're name'll be in the books but with an asterisk
for spending all your flow for looks at a§§ tricks...
MACKs a maverick with fast wit and grass lit..
Question? Ask it, but act quick or get blasted with fat d|ck...
You'll tell how Dub comes well,
but I come so hard I'd fill a well..
Think you're sharks, but fish, come feel a whale...
I'm the head of a pit bull, you're it's waggin' lil tail...
Thanks for the thanks but your not welcome..
You fuk with evil know that pure hot hell comes... -
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I call Mexicans spicks, cuz I'm a disrespectful fellow/
With every rhyme I make history, man, my name should be Othello/
There's not a doubt in my mind that Skakespear's the greatest ever/
He's considered a rapper, who's rhymes live on forever/
You're in too deep in this endeavor/
You've no skill or talent whatsoever/
Whomever, wants to be bodied I'm your guy/
Like Cooper, minus the raccoon, he'd say I'm also Sly/
Why try? You crawl as I fly
"All in favor of Kyd being whack?"
"I"
I'm demonic, call me Lucifer/
We're not on Krypton, knight, but I have your weakness like Lex Luther/
You green goblin, wait, that's Marvel/
Audience, Marvel/
I'll hulk smash you like you're Loki on Tony Starck's floor of marble
I'm low-key dope, you don't smash $hit, Spidey, so I grab Mary Jane and hang her, cuz it's exciting/
I'll zap you from your pedestal, cuz I'm Thor with the lightning/
Accurate with the lightning, but mine doesn't roll in on clouds/
Mine stays on my hip, where it's safe and sound/
So to the Bat Cave with you Robin, you're but a useless sidekick/
Hit you with a side kick like I'm batman, no, Bane, cuz Ràs àl Ghül's kid/
This is training round, Kyd, I'm the Bane of your career/
So I'll break you, then leave you, you don't belong here/ -
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Cuz I'm* Ràs all Ghül's kid/
This is a* training round, Kyd/
(Threw this together quickly, didn't have time to proof read) -
This might be the last one,
There's no more kyd its just crazy now cause it's time to blast some,
Chill M_ don't kill em let me flash the scums,
Killed him already but imma remix that blast son,
M_ let me get him!! he got me fu'ked up,
Kid this ur fuk'n sermon.
I'm finna go star wars on you,
Pull that beam out,
Right thru his chest imma rip shots and take his fuk'n spline out,
He dreamed he beat me?
I'll rip his fuk'n dreams out bruh,
Ion give a fuk bout yo momma I'll knock her dentures clean ... haha,
"Suckin up more like suckin cups of cum, I have enough... do you want some?"
Suckin up cups of cum? I know that's what your good at, have it all I want none,
We not cool like that I don't break bread with fools,
They caught me with a strap tucked, I admit,
But thank god I wasn't charge for what I just done did with it.
My lil bro got a nine with a long clip,
I got another nine with a long clip,
He let some fly, that's a great flick, I let some fly on the other side, that next level sh|t,
Now when we put two and two together that sh|t makes sense,
I got a hunnit clip, only cause you can't duck em all,
They hot sauce, Hal-a-pin-yo skull to the ****ing wall,
I told you n|ggaz I'm a f\/k'n boss,
Why do I waste my time when your barz aren't worthy,
I got off work so I got some free time for something,
R.I.P to Mike Brown, but like him you gon' die for nothin'
I'm not gonna run up on you in yo house to murder you I got patience,
Imma wait on you in the front yard like I'm landscaping,
Fuk that imma be in yo living room with the K's blazing,
My homie at the back door, so there's no escapin',
You don't get it??
A n|gga got no time for explanation,
Real sh|t n|gga you fuking horrible,
You a kid grown uptown in the good life tryna act tough,
See i bet your parents grew you up amazingly,
I had to teach myself to ease up off that trigger let that hammer up simultaneously,
As a kid you was prolly amazed by the birds and the bees,
But where im from we clapped birds and dropped wanna-b's,
You ain't a real shooter, if you missed they'd make you do suicides,
Where I'm from if we missed that'd be suicide,
It's best you read between the lines kid,
My momma was in pain everytime by this one line,
"If you want to speak to the inmate press nine",
That's the sound she hears every time a fuk boy like you lets me raise the nine,
We got one thing in common, we both rugrats but we two different kind,
You talk what you see for a hobby,
But im like angelica cause i get mean with the tommy,
You either better than me or you better than me,
There's only in no out,
You could be a real player but you chose to take the sissies route,
Now bullets picking you off they going in and out,
You looking startled i bet you like "what is this about?"
Didn't yo mom tell you not to talk with sh|t in yo mouth,
Just because of that you can't hang with us.
Let me talk to you for a second.
Maximus is it that hard to see? Thou es no better than me,
Maximus is it a fact that you suck D? Well that's not a surprise it's pretty clear to see,
Maximus did the cat get your tongue? Or are you overwhelmed by all that "cum"?
Maximus I wish you hadn't started this? but never the less it was fun.
Im finna give you the multiple choice but I promised to minimize this sh|t so... -
See imma go in just cause you asked for it, Originally Posted by Paul Bunyon
You and taylor are much alike,
I said I was elite he hopped on it,
I said "N|gga im a demon", now all of a sudden you demonic,
Just be real with me, do you expect the same respect I get for using my words?
Is it because you lack the common sense to put together verbs?
But sh|t is it possible for you to hop off my dic',
II said i was a man of steel and bangin' steel,
Then he became man of steel,
I know im creative as fuk and your a fan of my ill sh|t,
But copying my style is only getting you devoured kids,
N|gga spit yo own sh|t and stop copying and pasting,
The flows I got, I had to time hop to find em,
There not in this dimension,
Don't blame me for you suckin', blame dementia,
Get it, Suckin? Remember than "cum" bar you was "spittin' taylor?
But while I'm hear spittin' barz, taylor's bustin' nuts and offering cum,
Like "come have some cum", N|gga I don't want none,
Next time you ask me some sh|t like that, you gon' be staring down the barrel of a fu'king gun,
These are just the facts to prove he's dumb,
He's done,
I done exposed you kids,
Hint: Re-create a page with a new name
I just hung you fools up in the wall of shame like "what a shame"
Hang your heads low, and go tell your troubles to shane,
I was spitting based on facts in this one but don't let it get to yah,
I'm counting on you, dont let me down,
I still got the mac's ready to act a fool, April first
Mack, they had no clue this would hit em,
This b|tch gon' get laid in dirt,
He thinking he slick, talking bout mexicans and spicks
You sick, hypochondriac.
He thinking his flow's sick but that's how hyper-cons-react,
Your gun bigger than mine?
P.O n|gga I'll make the con work,
There's nothing good coming when I reach in that toy-o-ta,
Keep talking and we aiming the toy-out-tha window,
Take yo sh|t at gun point now what's yours is ours, Like a couple,
I'm taking away your fame, like fore-closure,
Kids for you the war is over,
Kyd is always sober killing n|ggas in a rented range rover,
My barz stay fresh like food in aluminum foil,
Glock in my hand, you can't touch this, Randy moss
You done fuk'd up, glock in my arms again, Diana Ross.
Y'all copied my style so basically I taught you stuff,
But what's the point of teaching you when I'm the one who'd killing you fu'ks,
You not dropping the sh|t, you dropping sh|t better get on the potty,
Some sh|t you spit is tight but I don't think they official,
You > Barz... Beyonce > Blue,
What im saying is I don't think you had it in you,
Don't front faggot, my style is way better,
Your style is 2 fuk'n plane in the building like the trade center,
Taylor is over,
Paul is over two,
Y'all died in one comment,
One stone killed two,
The heat I hold,
The streets are cold,
Your house, I'll C4,
I'm a treasure on a map, bt you can't decode it,
The tommy, imma reload quick,
Squezzing the trigger at you fools til' I hear a click,
Scratching off targets off my list like im having an itch,
Keep it up and you gon' be leaking with the deceased odor,
I shouldn't have done you this bad but I had to show you that you mediocre
Your funny kids I'll give you that, practical jokers,
Its just a three step, let me walk-through it,
Smack, Clap, Splat,
1. Smack you with the extended clip,
2. Clap you with the extension tip,
3. Splat goes your body when you get dumped in a fu'kin ditch,
I tried to keep it short but my mind was just racing, I had to try and pace it, just face it, your getting no good placement, your in last kids embrace it.Last edited by CrazyKydz; 01-10-2015 at 07:11 PM. Reason: Made it plural.
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nothing impressive Originally Posted by Mr.Slick
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N|ggas mention MACK in attempt to distract,
better to listen then attempt a dis track..
Maybe they hope I may mention back,
they're into deep, stop fishin' that..
I look at most peers
from above the atmosphere...
Some I 'cee with contempt and distaste,
others, at most I peer..
Don't con, you're tempted to see how 'dis tastes,
but Im so much more than my posts appear..
I've hidden wit you can see if you hear,
like rolling waves crashing the posts of a pier..
But this dude starts with Shakespeare and ends with Stan Lee
Like he started with Black and now, Stans me..
He started life shaking spears and now thinks he can 'cee..
But he can't see he can't MC
cuz he can't see what Em' sees..
My prophecies prophesied
these comic strips'd
take shots but hide
when sonnets ripped'n
lead shots fly enscridin' hides...
Then not oblige by writing right
like the guys got no pride inside
No 'ride or die' code to abide by..
This spick's big d|ck'll
split kids with spent wit..
Get this,
addictive spit'll
rip with the infectious sickness
of a d|ck with the drip
as if it spits with a viscous hiss
from a limitless spicket.. Get it?
You said 'spick' it's
not as offensive
as your attempt to offend is
cuz English is so
explicitly written it exposes
you knowing the comments origins, is
like you, unknown b|tch. ..
You're trapped by the wrath that I've got,
of a savage who burns grass to stay hot..
You're sauteed in a massive a§§ pot
while your pass is not sought,
your a§§ as I passed, I saw it.
You can't grasp the vastness of passages brought..
Can't match the passion or fashion when, like glass, I've smashed all that I've fought..
My passes are caught, I drop every last shot.
Your passive a§§ makes passes at shots at ROBBs every last drop...
Can't you see I'm a fukn barbarian
I'll take these fukn bars and bury'em
in your teeth if you fukn are barin'em..
Beef? I pick it from my teeth, you are vegetarian..
You've meat between your teeth but it's that of hairy men..
So why be bothered if men marry then?
Greatness followed when R married M..
If it's so wrong for men to get "married"
Switch 'm' for 'g' and they could get "Gary'd"
or 'a' with 'e' and just stay "merry'd"...
Your gayness is passed that of Robin's merry men..
More crazy is a pass in the past of ROBB when burying them and any comparing or sharing any similarities no matter the varying..
I'm too lazy for parenting...
Crazy, take these kids to the very end.Last edited by ROBBMACK; 01-11-2015 at 01:31 PM.
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who is you steppin to
who is you reppin fool
black kid at school
learning ish, still wrestilin too
I wish a ninja could
I wish a ninja would
Try to compete
wit deez beats like bigge
did in the streets
but in case you havent noticed
im the new king
bling bling
talkin bout them shiny things
from the glistening white shoes to the diamond rings
i dress up for these ninjas make em whine and things
They just hatin on this swag
broke sass cant even afford shoes for gym class
i just pass em
aint never harass em
but when step out o line
bruh i gotta blast em
i dont strangle, mangle, jingle to the jangle em
i just make these knuckles know how to handle em
ninja suck my knuts -
Open a vat of acid you bastid and dive in it Originally Posted by Priking123
Actually those bars were crafted in five minutes
But I could write or flow slow and yo, you still couldn't do it like I did it
When I vibe wit' it, on time wit' it, in my prime wit' it, I divine spit it
While your mind is slime witted, you can't outshine mine wit it, son, that's a verbal definite
When it comes to bein' behind with it, you're already in an eternal deficit
I'll dig this hole and yo, y'all know this worm'll rest in it
Coz he hath no choice but to observe the requisite
I'll put the alphabet in a sock and fukkin' beat him to death with it, and then put it on display
Come see the freakshow people, step right this way
To witness this fate, all day it's Icks nay
And every which way you can catch a face fulla d1ck spray
Coz you're Mitch Bade and you rap like you're in the fifth grade, I can't believe you honestly think you can turn the tables
You talk about how you keep it real with your skill but all you serve is fables
You still only got nil, but these words is fatal
And I know you and everybody wanna stop me... but none of you nerds is able.Last edited by BackInBlack; 01-13-2015 at 02:20 AM.
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I love it. Great stuff. Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
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hey faggot u dont wanna deal with my vedgie ****
cos its so big and will make u freakin sick
just like that blond hot chik
when i am done with u you can dly your *** with white Ink
cos u too dumb to overdrink
metta fact i know dat ur cousin is shrek
i am just kiddin but sriously you r weak
in fact i relii cant take this **** -
I'm a boss. No lie. Certified OG. In my city young die if that's the way it's gotta be. I gave the city all i got and it still ain't had enough of me. That's why they see me poppin bottles and ****in *****es. Like a G, I pop the trunk and semi autos get to bustin here for me. Shut it down with no discussion. Killers know I get it free. Dealers know that I ain't playin so keep your *** away from me. Got my homies in the kitchen. Not a place you wanna see heaters beams and triggers leave you layin in the streets.
YOUNG RED! D12! DETROIT FOR LIFE BABY!!! -
Man I'm sick of all these so called 'rappers' acting all fake
Don't lie and tell us the real estimate of all the money YOU make
You ainn did,seen,went or tasted nothing
Now you sitting here writing all these rhymes and you frontin'
You claim you da boss...yeah of MCDONALDS
you even sillier than the clown named Ronald
I'm sorry I know these words are hard 4 your small brain, so bear with me
But you couldn't rhyme, even if my notepad dissed me...........
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Detroit for life? I live that Westland life, Originally Posted by YoungRedD12
Detroit ain't got **** on Livonia or Inkster, baby in a cradle on Easter. White boy too scared to walk to the gas station on Eastern. Work hard for a buck just making burgers on a White Castle truck, Gun violence ain't my Forte, I'd rather murder the alphabet, when my rhymes get a bit too complex, used to live in a duplex, now I'm on that three acre property, happy as can be, rhyming is my philosophy. Now what a short story, you're probably going to drop before you hit forty. Just because you chose your fate, that Detroit life hit you like a D to the face, mushroom slap to another race. I'm not originally from Michigan, I moved from Las Vegas, a white kid who has grown around people that are famous. Moved to a state where my favorite rapper was created, just because he was hated, white so he was driciminated. We both live in a terrible state, cripple debt, forclosed houses no longer for rent. We just got out of bankruptcy, bankrupt because Michigan is corrupt. Nice to know someone from the same damaged state.Yogi is smarter than average bear.
Lord!!
