Sittin up on your livin room vanity choking you out with free flowing insanity
None of y'all look like a man too me cause you all are stuck in a battle heat
All your bars are whack and single syllable with a crack in your flow so big its unfillable kill every one of you with a lyrical labatamy this is what freestyle ought to be I got the skill to aggravate then sit back sip on some Jack and watch your *** evaporate.
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[QUOTE=levii;1046275]
Bro, honestly how you gonna get salty that I caught you stealing lol? Just admit it hahaha
Originally Posted by LazyOne
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/emine...freestyle.html
Did you honestly think stealing from eminem and then altering the lyrics a little wouldn't make people notice? hahaha dawg, Idgaf about what you think about me (you're probably homophobic anyways), but the fact that you didn't realize I found out about your stolen sh*t is just saaad. Some advice: If you're gonna bite someone, make sure they're not well known or too high above your skill level. Here's someone that'll fit your skill level...
goo.gl/QBw1aT -
He googled strap on, fapped for an hour and said, "How convenient!
I need a reason to feel genius but really I'm plain decent.
Hopefully, I'll receive lenience.
Hopefully, I'll achieve G-ness"
Fu*kin lap dog, I'll bring the strap on where you couldn't match or catch on
You''ve passed on, passed out left in the basement
Put a padlock, to make sure the flow remains in
Be complacent, bout your placement, I'm promoting your name dawg
Fubba u cubba cubba... oh look, we ripped off from the same song
But you latched on, thinking it's jackpot, need I explain dawg?
I'm doin sh*t that Bruce Lee vie that I don't do to him what I do to bruise LeviLast edited by MonsterWrapper; 10-17-2015 at 07:28 PM.
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Half you wack cats lack the art of rap and make me wanna grab a gat and pull the hammer back grab a bat and attack until your skull splats, ima mystical lyrical miracle y'all are fearing my flow, I lyrically choke and kill, how the **** am am I broke still, ima take a toke and still drill a whole in your throat when I spill lyrical acid, I'm fantastic y'all better better be ready to get your asskicked, ima savage at this a rap addict ya *****.
soundcloud.com/phil-taylor-18 -
Ima beast in my street of BC **** with me ya gunno get ur *** beat lyricaly I leave ya deceased, ****in with me is not easy rest in peace to whoever Replies to these, realize ima G follow me on sound cloud please, I murder beats but ya never heard of me, some of these cats on here are abserd to me, ima demonic robotic hot kid on the pot *****, a supersonic ex Gothic military profit smokin on the chronic, getting my name out their now B doing these threads, but ima real rapper so listen to me instead.
Soundcloud.com/phil-taylor-18 -
Now I'm bout talk about u.
Rest in peace naw Peace in rest.
I's a bilipossity
Half these mf
Can't beat you!
I'ma kill you at yo own game
Cause u really weak.
Timmid to battle you..
NEVER!
I'd rather dislike you, sit next to you and still speak.
Mrt. Luther King Jr. Had a dream
Dats y i hate u in the first place
Y'all take 2puc n Biggie sh*t
and flip it in ah worst way.
Bi*ch happy belated n u shoulda died on yo birthday!
Say u a G, but u bleed red any
day.
Yea okay!
When i raise my right arm
Nig*a you betta duck,
Lyrically battlin me
act tuff..
Say it wit yo chest out,
But don't get too ruff..
Ima Lady!!!
On goodness i got 4h*ez
Ready to put 40 holes in
An one of yo babies.
Spaazz on ya, getta hittin u in the nuts,
Yo b*tch yell what the f*ck,
I scream back f*ck the what!!
Tie y'all both up.. Lookin Stuck..
We gone play a lil game called
STFU..
Don't start no stuff it won't b none..
Come back for more
This gone b ah rerun..
TF OUTTA HERE -
cedamarie
Now i'm bout talk about u.
Rest in peace naw Peace in rest.
It's a bilipossity
Half these mf
Can't beat you!
I'ma kill you at yo own game
Cause u really weak.
Timmid to battle you..
NEVER!
I'd rather dislike you, sit next to you and still speak.
Mrt. Luther King Jr. Had a dream
Dats y i hate u in the first place
Y'all take 2puc n Biggie sh*t
and flip it in ah worst way.
Bi*ch happy belated n u shoulda died on yo birthday!
Say u a G, but u bleed red any
day.
Yea okay!
When i raise my right arm
Nig*a you betta duck,
Lyrically battlin me
act tuff..
Say it wit yo chest out,
But don't get too ruff..
Ima Lady!!!
On goodness i got 4h*ez
Ready to put 40 holes in
An one of yo babies.
Spaazz on ya, getta hittin u in the nuts,
Yo b*tch yell what the f*ck,
I scream back f*ck the what!!
Tie y'all both up.. Lookin Stuck..
We gone play a lil game called
STFU..
Don't start no stuff it won't b none..
Come back for more
This gone b ah rerun..
TF OUTTA HERE[/QUOTE] -
I dismantle gooooofs when I battle you, leave you rattled dude ima canibal too, I'm sick and twisted my **** it itches **** these *****es who not down to **** lick, cadamarie ima turn this thread into group sex, infecting your huge head with my lyrical rude best and yes ima veteran you guessed correct.
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Finally some competition DT I'm reppin injectin venom into this thread ima beast a lyrical weapon sent from heaven, or maybe hell- lyrics so dope i belong in jail, my question is who the **** are you to tell me to shut up, ima smack you up grab ya butt and **** rough and attack raw with my lyrical hacksaw, your rude but you seem confused left rayped beaten and bruised beat by a white dude, I polute your mind with corosion ruhmes, the demon in me has awoken at this time, my ryhmes are golden causing potent chemical erosion my minds exploden thinking of decapitation I'm hoping, leaving your head in the ocean, you say be nice cuz ur a lady, ***** I'm crazy quit acting shady your diss don't phase me, your feeling my verse but before we go to work I gotta ask first are you a snapchatter add me up for sure, add me on Facebook cuz my ***** hard thinking of ****ing you after bending you backwards, girl your not a rapper your soft like a bad bladder, I wanna lick your ***** till you squirt quicker then a natural disaster, yeah i bleed the same blood as you g the only difference is I'm not weak, I don't need to leave this thread I'd rather have head instead get on your kneese *** up in my bed, Im the rap hitler a lyrical twister, a ryhming wizard spit cold **** ho like a blizzard,
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You all ****ing suck **** y'all lyrics are **** probly all basement pricks slow flows and lyrical bricks y'all sound like lil Wayne when he was a fetus with no brain I'll leave you ashamed our levels aren't the same cause your level is a shame no direction to your rhymes or sting to your flow nobody's got time for your bars or even cares bro I'd rather listen to birdman than read your remedial **** ***** I know you're a snitch scared of the pigs like a little dog with its tale between its legs
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Oh man, oh man Originally Posted by Philypay
Ya whole brand
Scattered in wack,
Lacking matter at that, what's sadder? His rap
Or the latter, he claimed to be competition
It's only competition, if you're bringing an opposition
It's odd position when you sponsor ****
Known as your Soundcloud, halfway through, I lost consciousness
Couldn't laugh more, I was half sure
Whether you loved your wife with spirit
Or misogynistic mid life crisis as I saw in the lyrics
This dudes like, "Yo áss fat, I'll clap that!
But later, check out my **** on Facebook and Snapchat."
Overall, he raps like he's drunk but took a sober fall
Your egotistical words exceeding your dome, that's an overjaw
For an ogre, from Philadelphia who claim to slay ya
Grab your Pencil vainer or else I'd never Philypay ya -
Philpay
You sound like u look like u got slapped in the face wit a bag full of rocks 2x's got up talkin bout I'm koo..
Now u know i'm bout to spazz!
How u gone slap me up n grab my a*s
when i got you tied up! You and yo bi*ch at that.
Repeatedly beatin y'all wit a steel bat,
Pourin gasoline around y'all so i can flame y'all up back 2 back.
Oh bum ni*ga I b the type to rip out yo tong n*gga, den hand you yo empty a*s gun n*gga.
(Yo bars so dope u should b in jail)
B a cold day in he*l!!
Mf the jail ah b in you
While you runnin it about the dope.
So bars..
NOPE!!
Dis kid a joke.
When i seen dat i said
Ha, he got 2 b a h*e..
Veteran vs rookie well who's who!?!
You not a beast in the streets
I mastermind you,
And made u mind 2.
Took you back to school showed u who made who.
White boy well dats koo!
Juss goes to show. U quick to run to them white boys in blue.
Claim u sellin dope music dats
What police a*s n*ggas do..
You sit in yo room all day
Tryna figure out how to fit yo big a*s feet N my black people shoes.
You not street, so stay on the sidewalk
And look both ways b4 you cross me foo.
Toatin Pistols I still can't believe dats you.
Cause u requested to b my friend
N i still ain't replied to you.
B*tch you only came wit one, i keep commin N 2's.
I get my goons to f*ck yo b*tch
Right in front of u,
Watch what you do..
Nothin!!
Speakin to me stop all the frontin.
No time for lames it's all or nothin.
F*ckin me! Dat came out yo mouf!!
I can f*ck you too dats my 9 inside yo mouf.
Oh opp a*s
Reply to dis i'm aimin at yo top half.
TF OUTTA HERE -
cedamarie
Dis n*gga Philpay,
Juss know it's bout to b a field day
Cuz ima murda dis s*it til dis n*gga Phil pay..
Lyrically better den me! Ha
Birds gone suck d*ck dat day!
B*tch I'll take yo sh*t and flip it in a great way.
Dis s*it non stop.
Only time you kill s*it
When you talkin to the opps.
B*tches like u n my City
Known to get popped.
N*gga stop playin I'm
Dead serious.
Only way you got the truth
When u ran wit it.
My hustle n flow b*tch know
My clips oral so when i spit,
Dem bullets flow,
My hustle hand ain't slow
I sell a Christmas tree to The Grinch.
I think money err time my brain storm.
Only time you got money
Is when them otha n*ggaz got told on.
Dis bout to b ah good day
Cuz i'm bout to eat you up,
Call you fruit cake.
You ain't gotta lie we all know yo beats fake.
We ain't gotta speak on who won and who lost.
When i spazzed on u err body saw.
Y'all know my slogan
Get dat weak **** TF OUTTA HERELast edited by cadamarie; 10-18-2015 at 09:38 AM. Reason: cuz i want to
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I don't know why you all keep dissin back and forth it's like y'all been suckin **** and sack and your voice has gone hoarse you lack skill I've read all the pages and not one good bar still or until now
you're so far below me just stop rapping blow me Just to see my bars you owe me I find it hard to write slowly
I murder my competeters without having to edit first ***** just rip up your **** script only thing you rap is your lips around this ****
Yeah my rhymes are quick and slick they sting like a Razer better get her a crowd to hear what she says, sure it won't be traced back to me you see my cuts are clean my thoughts unseen do you know what I mean
Nah I know you don't stop sayin you kill ***** I know you won't I'll leave you broke choke your throat and cover your carcass in a cloak of coke -
Carcasses covered in Coke?
Best time to eat on bodies decomposed
Permabeast is about to be froze below the Arctic,
he ain't got no spark
But I'm Spartan with the frozen tornado, and when I attack with script
I'm so aggressive it's instinct, or so I'm guessin
If not they need to switch up my medicine
cuz I've started stressen
Arms attached to armrest rubbed raw from strugglin'
After the doctors note sudden recoverence
They loosen the straps for comfortableness
If they had a second chance for alternate endings
They wouldve electrocuted me
instead of rehabilitating this alternate identity
It seems when they go
to release 16000 volts
in my skull I get a lil green, and my temples grow holes
I get a lil mean and suddenly I have an Afro
Destroy the whole lab and then wear a stained lab coat
Break through locked doors and travel
News reports states Max went international,
his motives were disaster central but always an accident.
Too bad Max news was bad news and Max wasn't a good influence
News rating increased by the percents
Sightings of Max were rather average
Almost as if Maxs fashion was fantastic
Everyone was Max the permabeastbeater
People could only speculate with a pointed finger,
When Max was near, you had ta find a heater
Max is a freeze bringer,
At a drink filler, eating a cheeseburger and human fingers
Max heard the meager news
Permabeast was on the move
Wrote an invitation for this beastly little dude
Permabeast was gonna kill all of us
with his beastly musk,
he threatened his lyrics as if they were tough enough to land some blood
Not even a rash sprung from beasts offensive rush
Not even a rush was felt from this rash I rubbed from typin' beasts eulogy
Til calluses were filled with blood, I typed strategically,
With less than a serious face and less than one beer in me
Max said nothin' just plugged his sinuses, closed his eyes and gagged on lunch
Permabeast defeat is on the permanent side of things
Or All I gotta do is spray some perfume
on his decomposin script
His composition will start to smell like flowers with scents
not flowing but growing with scheme.
Instead head to the tool shed
reach for the thing I use to cut trees
In a blink, I take my axe and swing, this stem/beast I sharpened
I used it to cook marshmallows, then I ate all of it,
the splinters in my teeth a bother so
I pulled out and stuck them underneath my pillow
Never gonna fall asleep with one eye closed or stakes impaling your neck bones
soon after this prologue ends
Max sends an invitation to him
I'll invite him on an Antarctic cruise ship
While he's on deck watchin the pool with cold breath
gettin frozen by the minute
Soon frostbite takes his toes and ligaments
icicles form from his frozen lips
and the sun never glows on his colder skin
I'll take his shoes and burn them
for cookin food and his clothes for poopin in
His socks kinda look like gloves for walkin on all limbs
Maybe I'll practice? Bend my spine until scoliosis is a diagnoses
Twist my head in numerous motions
Eyes glowin, nose whiffin,head fogged with sulfuric pollution
Helps to refocus my frontal lobe
if my neck is already broken from over extending my skull
The only beast colder than me is a myth
Permabeast is actually nice I'll half to admit
To bad the other half is lack of imagination, this kid lacks content
But he's content where he's at
The dark side of the continent
It's not that I don't marvel in primitive existence
It's just... cave man craft is a technique of the past,
be a little bit more intact with a beginning middle and end of a syntax
He's a retard with half a rap,
Somewhere in the back of last,
there's none worse than him
So no there's no hearse for we to carry him
So when Max finally pulls the cord attached to the wrist of this frozen mannequin
It seems Max was his only friend cuz no one seemed to visit him
except for maxs twin: Max
Which was also him:Max
Who always came last with patients from the past
Until law suits of sexual harassment started gettin around the office meds
Rumors spread Max has a bulb loose in the head
After all if them bed spreads were red, how's red change to white without sandwiches or black lights
No more speedos with ties or mustaches with Googley eyes or
Erections you can't hide and socks that are way to high? Yeah right
But it's the first sign of a delusional mind
Beast in my home, which room?
I just can't seem to leave him alone
We gotta be professional Beast, the shackles will make that task easier for your arms and knees
Don't move your mouth don't speak it's okay, just keep screaming with clenched teeth
Max ain't done feeding, nibble and gargle while beast lay bleeding
Beast you'll keep seein more meat leave your being
It'll leave you weaker than a week without drinking
When there's nothing left but a few teeth
you know beast was perma-beaten
by a beast with more mentality
I stand higher, except for sobriety
My bars are wider, mildly exciting
His bars are spiders, people avoid reading
His bar is just a bar
Mines got a lot of touch
So when Midas touched maxs tongue
Midas well say this mind of maxs
is a gold mine you can't match or bite from
Beast has a weak boast
Give it a week and Ill have total renown,
if I had a beat or studio
A record of mine would be golder than gold,
When I die I come back as a ghost
When his life ends from an ink pen or key click
You know just who to call in for the evidence examination
But it's evident the evidence is manslaughter from all the times Max begged beast to slit his wrist
If anything Max only suicide assisted
Tmaximus shows no mercy on citizens
African, white, Asian, or bright
Mission is to drop the gun aimed with reticle light, why?
In sight is an innocent line of bystanders, wavin hi
Bag holders walk, passer bys
On my shoulder is two opposites clashin,
Which ones right?
Red eye waves in sight of the peripheral eye, some notice and duck and hide
Some are goose and I hit there flight
Wounded fish I fillet into bites
passers?
bye I wave -
[QUOTE=MonsterWrapper;1046281]
Got me f^cked up kiddos, no copy an paste from the homie LazyOne, u motha f^ckas pretty slick at editing ****, but im quick to jack your lip for just breathing an ****... hahaha find the original post of me copying someones ****. Ain't never gonna happen u Mark *** b!tches, till then lil homie don't f^ck wit my **** *****... I'm out Originally Posted by levii
You know... I liked the cement/bricks line
Or did you steal that one too?
Here... You should buy one of these: http://images.says.com/uploads/story...thumb_72f0.jpg
It'll help you stop biting others
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Got love for you fools for doing what u do, u grab that keyboard an ur hands like zoom.. half u suckas wack, but the others pretty coo.....
I pass time with this sh^t, for when I'm in the mood, I don't give a f^ck if you flickin on 22's.
Or whined up on the news, cause dem boys caught you slippin like the clutch in my transmission. Or whined up like my f^ckin my hub caps, missin... haha jus goofy on this sh^t but I always keep it real, u suckas claimin killa but to weak to fit the bill. So take it as a message an quit taperin with my sh^t, that really got me lit but I won't dwell on some baby ***** sh^t. For i get into it once again, ima pass this sh^t along to this next f^ckin kid.... -
Permabeast Originally Posted by permabeast
Ya perms a beast
U actually thought u was dat nice..
B*tch please!!
(Suckin d*ck and sacks)
Sack and suckin d*ck is all u know since u was a boy.
Toatin pistols!!!!
You play wit water guns and carry round sumo toys..
So stop all dat sumo noise,
Oh big a*s sumo boy.
(Murder yo Competitors Without having to edit first)
Well edit first then mayb you could murder yo competitors.
Yo cuts is not clean and yo thoughts is not unseen,
F*ck no i don't know what u mean.
You not on no Biggie level..
It was all a dream.
You'll leave me broke!
Man! You the type to snort coke
I swr i take dis foo for a joke.
On anotha note
Told y'all i was gone make phil pay.
Now permabeast wonna speak
Oh police a*s ni*ga too,
U ain't street.
Going against me
Is like dyin in yo sleep
Your not a challenge
Again yo s*it is weak.
Far below you
Dats only for yo eyes to see.
Permabeast dat don't make u no G
Permabeast sound like a fag dat came from the east.
I bet u suck d*ck daily juss to make ends meet.
You came back For more, like u ain't tired of gettin beat.
I still say if yo s*it weak
STFU and take yo b*tch a*s to sleep.
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I'ma bring dis back fo the 2nd round.. Originally Posted by permabeast
Cuz dis n*gga permabeast known to sneak,
Get caught slippin, you gone b permnottabeast..
(Rhymes are quick and slick they sting like a razor)
Sound like some shyt Phil a preach!!
Dis right here...
I'm bout to have a feast.
Cuz dis n*gga wit deez ol buildabear
Feet.
Runnin round suxkin dixk, and
Laid up wit b*tches who pu*sies stink..
Wonna come here and battle me,
Now ain't that sweet!!!
I do dis 4 the streets
Y'all n*ggas really dat weak
I killed both y'all in one Rip,
It take y'all a week..
Ion condone to y'all b*tches..
For 1 ima LADY
When i say B*TCHES I'm
Reffein to y'all DIKES
Now how many real
N*ggaz y'all know
Dat come around
Here actin all hype...
Move round
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îNG;1046581]You ain't even diss me but I'm getting on ya damn head/ You don't serve fiends by the way you rap I can tell you the fiend you just a crackhead/ And these raps that I'm spitting'll leave cats dead and the pistol like mechanical pencils and I grip em and I won't stop clicking till I run out of lead/ And ya bars is weak you need to lift some weights up and get ya weight up before you get ate up with these bars I'm throwing/ You saying that you move bricks is faker than hocus pocus, you ain't wavy I'm wavy as nemo floating in open oceans/ And quit frontin yo you know you don't got bread ock and if you got bread stab you with a rusty knife and give you tetnus shots/ And cut you into pieces like Reese's and I will separate ya body parts and then send em to ya moms in her mailbox/ Now that's savage I'm quite pyscho the nine blow them shots make ya stomach hang out like liposuction/ Stay with the gun bars and the punchlines the punchlines beat you up like Tina Turner what I'm Ike or something?/ I love rapping I don't ever want to stop ima pop you gone flop and crash cause you don't got vision I call you fetty wap/ And you keep imaginary bread but my bread real cause I whipped batter to get cake like Betty Crock[/QUOTE]
B*tch please who you thought u was foolin
Y'all really crack me up! I had yo mama suckin dixk off dat crack and it didn't take dat much.
(Raps that you spittin leave cats dead and pistol like mechanical pencils)
B*tch you sound like a tak head..
I did a couple otha battles, came back n a couple days, cuz fa real y'all weak. 4 u bi*tch.. Dis s*it ah take a week..
(Nemo in open ocean) i was gone use dat cept mines was gone b like
(I leave ya body hopless, like nemo under water surface)
Money Ova Errthing b4 I talk to u opps
(Rusty knife tetnus shots)
Ho you ain't even gone b able to stop dis Glock.
Savage, b*tch you sound like a vegetable.
When i seen dis i knew you hoz was questionable.
Gun bars, No! Lyrically Boss Bars commin from my throat.
(Beat me up Tina Turner)
You really is a joke.
You sound like you look like
OL' good mornin, good evenin
Goose dat flock
B*tch you shouldve been stopped.
(Flop,Crash,Fetty Wap,Bred, and Betty crock) you sound like a motha of 4..
At home sittin on the couch, too lazy to grab dat mop.
You only got 3 cuz 1 she wit her pops,
Dem 3 runnin round crashin s*it, you steadily yellin stop.
yo big a*s eatin bread, watchin BET, Fetty Wap..
Thinkin bout makin some Betty Crock.
Halloween commin up, yo kids talkin bout "what they gone b", going door to door talikn bout what we gone eat!!
B*tch stop
TF OUTTA HERELast edited by cadamarie; 10-19-2015 at 05:40 PM.
