I appreciate that. I guess I was getting too serious. As for what you said about about not taking what you say in jest personally...Same here. I don't even know you personally so anything I may say in battle is just poetic license. I am sorry if I didn't give your writes the respect they deserve. They are good. In fact they are so good that you're the reason I didn't just quit when I first started out. Thanks for your time and patience. Like you said, don't take any of this as a weakness, I will still keep trying to slaughter ya on the battle field. Lol
'Rapalator'..? Maybe try rappin' later...
Rap traitor, trade rap and nap, faker.
More of a lapped racer than a rap lacer.
Vaulted behavior'd be safer
But im a safe cracker ill snatch your stacked paper.
Your rap lacks, major. You moooove slow pasture grazer
<Subject: Fwd: > - U. but it's as if all u really want's smut pics... I cut tricks who love sick ****..... shoot jizz the wrong way down the ONE way, but come back up... poop chutes drip when cums backed up. Dudes trip using there dip stick to get **** dipped..**** faced is how I get, then dip with sticks in two tightly clenched grips for bashing cigs, I'm laced with hidden wit..Ill fix guys lookin for four or more guys to get with and study homonomics..cuddling in closed closets they sit calm, watchin homoerotic sit-coms on netflix. Some guys ain't got 'nuff ****. they need more like an addicts next fix.. guys loving guys who love guys, need guides to catch sight of love's guidelines..like the one annette fixed..thought she straightened his arrow, but the truth is bent with his fibs.. she splits and he gets bent
Like an oblelist I rise to the sky.. Cipher enscribed on all sides To confide yet hide in plain sight.. I can describe where u go when u die I go there at least once a night I realize I've had more lows than highs Does that define why I sit lo and get hi, Do the minimum required to get by When death called only Christ replied My cries are tri-plied Why am I denied retries... Got my eyes on the prize* But can I reach it paralyzed... I'm down like four flats tires And no keys, i lack drive My pain disguised..confused by lies.. like being liked by bi-guys ...To gaze in my eyes I might seem fine No expression on my face like the rest of my kind But if u could see into my mind you'd probably find More often than u might think I'm cryin inside Rotten to the core, I stink, I'm dyin inside Due to a lack of results after years of tryin... Insanity derived of a life barely survived... fights with pride block the bright lights that might guide...........? being deprived
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About ROBBMACK
BiographyReal live Gangsta *** b-boy from way ba ck. Still graff, still shred ditches on my bmx. Still been known to hear a break in a song and drop down. Still bustin mad flows. Unfuknfadable! Come take the test if you don't mind getting parked. Skiiiirrrrt!
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Interestsmy fiance, my two sons,any/eveything hip hop
