Your raps are bland aight?
Think about this sacrifice
Dropin the pen and gettin on with your ****in life.
My **** is bonifide your hope is capsized, I'm shooting holes through your submarine, rap is my past time
"Math time!" Think about this ****in equation, me plus you divided by a Mac an 8 clip.
I stay ripped, always been known to bang my dirt right,
I get buisness done with my celly and lex in white
So now that you know what I do and that I do it right,
Come back with a proper try.....or.....not reply

^^^
Half your rhyme was stolen from other people
Theft is a crime, repent and go to the steeple.
Left with no line of your own, while mine are lethal.
Laugh at your inferior mind, while mine is beautiful.

Mister Smoothtung, going no where real fast.
Wish your moves stung, only thing you be is a *******.
Failing is all you've done, but at least your life will be passed.
Just heard your Fat lady sung, showing you came in last.

Whatsup dog.....just another step on my ladder....
Zachre.... you're laggin swagger and your flow is all tattered.
You dont matter, Your haggered spoiled like oil on leather
Your games is maxed out, while mine changes the weather
You left this in a drought, certain ima come up with better
Plagiarism please, see I'm OG like fedda cheese
Original like pringles I don't studda just drop "t's"
"T t t t t t t t t t t" my lyrics are Devine to the TEETH


You're raps are weak your insults are even weaker,
Talked to your game.... you decieved her, its about to teater
Fall like a house of cards I'm a shark and this is my ocean
Drop the rhyme scheme find a new dream that's my motion,
You're a ***** Ill **** with your whole click,
blast off my raalo with the hollow extended tips.
Let this be the end of it
My words clap like a mallet,
You wana grow up mang? Come rap in dallas

I'll just continue this battle.

OG Like Fedda Cheese? More like Fedaline.
Throw me the mic and please, make a betta line.
Go see a psych so they can ease your little mind.
'Homie' I will strike you with ease, this vendetta's mine.

The taboo you say is a broken piggy bank, no sense.
I'm shampoo, soaken your head with doubt, no rinse.
I came too dope an took your presence out, no grinch.
I claim you as a token, no one'll hear you shout, and no prints.

Warmup. Also, I do rap in Dallas.

Originally Posted by Zachre

I'll just continue this battle.

OG Like Fedda Cheese? More like Fedaline.
Throw me the mic and please, make a betta line.
Go see a psych so they can ease your little mind.
'Homie' I will strike you with ease, this vendetta's mine.

The taboo you say is a broken piggy bank, no sense.
I'm shampoo, soaken your head with doubt, no rinse.
I came too dope an took your presence out, no grinch.
I claim you as a token, no one'll hear you shout, and no prints.

Warmup. Also, I do rap in Dallas.

Pass me the torch
don't make me take It from ya
Better line? My steady rhymes come out and stun ya
Ima run ya
Into the ground while you display weak sound,
my lyrics bring beats down, your binda get pinched now
Your Grinch. How? I oversee this ****in town
I sit atop my mountain and steal your **** without coming down
Your runnin around
Like a headless chicken, no tripping
I'm ripping this rap
The quality if scrapped will make you rich in fact

This is fun watching you two battle back in forth...some nice stuff there fellas...

Should I even bother to respond to this?
I mean all your doing is raising my confidence.
You could hit me with your strongest hit
And I'd still be on top of this.

Hypothetically, if I murder you is it a crime or a virtue
Type so pathetically, its absurd to waste time to hurt you.
I'm over six feet high, and your about to be six in the ground.
Four yards away, but at least you were the first down.

I'll put more bars/effort when you say something makes more sense to me... Not trying to be rude. Just seems your putting **** that rhymes and trying to force implied meanings, or sometimes there is no meaning at all. Maybe we should do the explain the line ****.

[QUOTE=Zachre;909347]Should I even bother to respond to this?
I mean all your doing is raising my confidence.
You could hit me with your strongest hit
And I'd still be on top of this.

Hypothetically, if I murder you is it a crime or a virtue
Type so pathetically, its absurd to waste time to hurt you.
I'm over six feet high, and your about to be six in the ground.
Four yards away, but at least you were the first down.

I'll put more bars/effort when you say something makes more sense to me... Not trying to be rude. Just seems your putting **** that rhymes and trying to force implied meanings, or sometimes there is no meaning at all. Maybe we should do the explain the line ****.[/
QUOTE]


My strongest hit? Really??? I'm testing your jaw
Like the words of eminen, son your missing your call
I running through men while YOURE the "first one to fall"
I dissin you an all.... and your only six feet tall?
Call me the first to reach 8 I'm a ****in ape for the fame
Know my name, Nicky k, soon'll be runnin this game.
An I know I'm stunning you mang, while you're 4 yards away
Hay-maker to jaw.....now I'm watching you sway
Go down for the count, time to hit the hay

Your testing my jaw? Well I'm testing your girl's
I make her say Ahh, and then make her toes curl.
Yes it is time for me to go and hit the hay,
This is my farm, I'm an animal with what I say.

Once again all of your lines are only just elementary at best.
Dunce, you can't win, rhymes are my element see, I'll put you at rest.
Cunts I'm always in, dimes are my excellency, won't settle for a penny less.
Hunts the competition, in time they'll act decadently, they weren't read for me I guess.

Are you serious or seriously delirious?
When you type do you hear this?
You can't even rap in text homie
I'm on to the next, so leave me be.

No effort in your **** but even less in mine
And I still eff your wit, leavin you with a lesson on rhyme.
Maybe you won't forget who your messin with next time.
Or maybe you'll just quit, realizing your past your prime.

Lawl

Your rhymes are tight but you got better intentions
Realive the tension, jot down a script that don't mention...
Your dreams, this is reality, shake the mentality
That your the main character...
Just an honerable mention.

This worlds metro an I don't live on a farm
If I did, be sporting long sleeves to cover my arms
Been harmed but dish more, call me a chef
Your piss poor, get dissed more, till you're def.
I'm the ref.
an you just commited a technical foul.
Try an serve me... ilk take you out like waterfowl
Pack sharper vowels and punch lines to move your ****in bowels
I'm on the prowl, and you know there ain't no throwing in the towel