Danking saying you da best,
Your a pest like a the rest
My hot fire is too much
fall back, tear you down on a car tow
Into next tomorrow
shoot you with my arrow
Please don't even start with that king nonsense
Don't you get the memmo? is this Elmo?!
think you'da best, I see you with all dem diomands and Gold.
All them Diomands and Gold are Fake!
Look at me not even trying, chillin' with my coke, don't choke
My bars are so high, Your raps bring me to a lluloby,
Choke some more, Your throat is all dry
I don't know Why you still even wanna try
Just die
You speak doodoo
like poo
I thought this was Freestyle? Not a preach from the 02(1702),
Boy you ain't got no clones
I'll use my jutsu, My raps are gonna sew you
My tricks decieve you they fool you
Hmm, seems your still chokin', Your pills ain't workin',
No wonder it rains, Your bars are too low
Every thunder shock I'm comin' for you
Rain, I'm the next little wayne
Let me take you on my rap train
Couldn't even wash your own two shoes
Think they even real?
LIES!
Boy you got that crap at a thrift store,
Boy you freakin' poor,
Wait, you broke?
Yeah, made those with sticks and stones
You a dead fly!
Boy you washed up!
Crying every cuz I roasted you,
GETTING MY CAR ALL WASHED UP!!
You sorry azz beat..
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{ Brown trying to rap}
Originally Posted by SHAYMEX
Reply
Shut up ***** i am great! trading slaves,
competing in the race, i got no grace
after this battle you'll need a brace.
First of all i ain't no king imma god
and turn that word around thats what you are.
you call yourself little wayne but what
i see is just pain, so imma call you
JANE, you delusional Feyne
you talk about your car. what car?
Non! cause you are a broken,
rotten *** boy. So beat it! before,
i roast your meat.
you think you can defeat me,
***** please! you rap like a chick
with an extra **** don't get ticked
cause the truth always stinks.
your raps are like cancer ,
your rhymes are like slander,
your bars are crippled
and you are your mommys nipple.
They call me the genius, pro_ professor
so i suggest you **** off before i slap you
with an F grade. you dumb prick!Last edited by Syed; 12-02-2016 at 09:35 PM. Reason: makes more sense
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Dissing all the member of "AllTheLyrics" Part 2
You got all these social media accounts ni**a
Behind computers, all you do is run your mouth ni**a
Don't make me pull up with some shooters at your house ni**a
Like what's all that sh*t you talking bout ni**a!
He tried to turn up, got my burner, block like Bobby Shmurda
If I don't got it, pockets hurting, I'm a rob a person
If he don't go my heat gon blow, they gotta doc and nurse him
Or box and hearse him, I don't box, I pop my Glock and murk em
And ***** I'm headed to your city
Just me and Big Bro, Citi
Got 30 hanging out the semi
Off this mothaf****, shoot him in the fizzace
And ni**as said they tryna get me
But b*tch I'm always in the hood like I'm Kenny
Man free my Uncle out the you know, every verse for you
If rap don't work and work don't move it's back to murking dudes
I **** your b*tch, she suck my d*ck don't take it personal
I **** my Glock and drop his top like a convertible
Can't **** with ni**as, lot of *****s fu
Shout out to ESP, them my dudes
He think he 2pac with the juice, until he Bishop on the roof
Man ni**as b*tches, Twitter talking, I ain't with the talking
They with they b*tches pillow talking, all them *****s frauding
Say he gon catch me out in traffic, caught that ni**a walking
Rolled down the window with extendos pistols get to sparking
Don't use emojis, ni**as know me, you got poles then show me
But ni**as police, run up on me smoke em like some OG
My OG told me, "Ni**as phony, watch them like a rollie"
I'm in your city locked and loaded, let off shots exploding
He posted pictures of a gun but got 200 likes
But when I caught em in public wasn't no gun in sight
My shooters down to put it on em, he won't see the morning
Might roll up on him, blow and if he p*ssy I'm a show him
Straight up exposing, don't do talking, I shoot like the Office
They gon chalk em, toss the burner just another murder
And I'm headed to your block b*tch
Me and my ni**as on that mob sh*t
And you know Juno on some hot sh*t
Glocks spit, hit his noodles get the chopsticks
And money cheese bought a brand new .45
He had already ran through like 45, Mob
A lot of ni**as acting hard, on these computers
Hate that this gangster got bars like Larry Hoover
And everything I touch get ripped, like Freddy Krueger
If I pursue you, click clack booya, we sing hallelujah
The clip threw up in my ruger, same size of a ruler
Flex like Lex Luger with my shooters, pockets fat like Buddha
Got racks like Hooters, but as soon as rappers act like Luda
Get smoked like hookah, ice like coolers I feel like a Jeweler
You *****s b*tches boy you fugazee, blow yo top off boy you faker than a toupee
These *****s ***** watch my rachet pop that coochie
Clip like a preview then I show them like a movie
Come through your jaw, go out the sunroof with that Uzi
Dark nights like Batman let my gat blam now you Two Face
Skateoff like Lupe, leave your ni**as blue like Tookie
I ball like 2K but be strapped like Call of Duty
I'm bout the action, ain't no acting this is not rehearsal
Ain't with the lacking, b*tch that rachet hug me like a girdle
Two straps like Urkel, I'm not verbal, killers in my circle
Montana always rock bandanas like a Ninja Turtle
When I send shells, no Donatello you get smoked like purple
Go in like curfew, pop and murk you, I'm gon white T-shirt you
I'm sonning ni**as like I birth you, my **** just too fertile
I hop on tracks and get **** jumping like a f*cking hurdle
I'm fly as **** yes I am sick, I got the Flu
I got that bag, I got that swag, I got that juice
Yo ***** feeling me like a masseuse
She wanna give a ***** neck just like a noose
I ain't fu, gun cases, I caught two
This what I do, pull up shooting like I hoop
Touch every ***** in your circle, Duck Duck Goose
And even God knows I'm a killer on the loose
Two shots in your leg homie, I'm a make you beg homie
Uh uh don't be scared homie, two shots hit your dreads homie
Ten more to your head homie, bro like "Yo, he dead Tony!"
I'm just making sure I reunite him with his dead homie
I was the plug, my clientele they used to spend
Drug trafficking, I got that work out like a gym
I hope God forgives me for my sins
(Stupid B*tch!) Me and Jesus look like twins!
Same color skin, I'm just inked up like a pen
When I pull up you gonna catch shots just like a rim
He think he Pac above the rim, so I did his *ss like Birdie at the end
I just bought a Glock with all the perks
I just got 5000 for a verse
Like hold that cash and got that strap just like a purse
I be counting mula like a clerk
And counting blessings although I feel like I'm cursed
Man I done put some ni**as in the dirt
My choppers used to sing just like uzi Vert
Get ready for fire in the church -
All ya'll need to stop. You'll pop.
Thinking you got bars
I'll take you back to the planet Mars.
Lookin' like a freakin' Manatar.
You mythical beast. let me chop you up with some raps
Like I trapped you in that maze. All you do is gaze in that Gucci Stance.
Track you down with my radar. Boy you thought you was a beast when you can't even roar.
I got all that power. All you got is sour.
I rap with soul. That's why you have a big ***** mole.
What you talkin' about. I'm rich. More bars. More soul. That's why I have my B*tch. Swinging and trwerkin' on her pole.
Ni**a, I'm on a role..Spit hot fire. Give you a flat tire... -
brown guy trying to rap
Originally Posted by SHAYMEX
REply
If i think i got bars , then i got bars.
I smell jealousy,
but i don't care,
you are just a parody,
so imma pedigree you
without empathy. Remember
for every action there is an
equal and opposite reaction.
so leave before i charge you
with a penalty.
you said you got *****es,
which *****es?
oh those boyfriends of yours.
No need to brag cause we know
you got the **** then.
To be brutally honest with you,
you rap like a gay nun,
with no place to run,
so you ask your brother to pound you with a ton
you cheap pun.
you are just a disgrace to your race,
So beat it! before i discharge you
down the drain and beat your moms *** with a cane,
for giving a life to such a pain. -
Originally Posted by SHAYMEX
Shaymex , Wallmart sheamus.
Your such a shame to your ex.
She calls you shame ex.
Man , you ain't on a role.
You don't spit fire.
Get down , Cause It's now fire in the hole.
Flat tire , Spit fire , You dumb ****xing liar.
Track me down with your radar.
Give you dementia with a crowbar.
Concussion to the mind.
Stay away if you don't mind.
I ain't no beast , I can't roar.
Your girl twerks on a pole?
Guess she must be a good whxre.
You ain't got no power.
If your rap was a spice
I swear It would be flour.
Make the rhyme Undisputable.
You can't front to me I am Unexplainable.
Snap back Into reality , You are Delusional. -
ok shaymex over here
trying to rhyme every line my oh my oh dear
but this is your biggest nightmare
nectophobia should be your fear
or desectophobia
for how i will lyrically disect you
there is no limit
for how hard i can go
for even though
i sound nice
my hard is ten times your flow
but your stuff is still bronze
and i come in with gold
like diamonds in the rough
my stuff take out sandpaper tough
but you need to chill
take off your muff
for imma lock you up
cuff
this is just like juice
you keep getting drained
crushed
and trashed
but when i come to you
you cant seem to stop getting bashed
but like potatoes
i like seeing you mashed
for if you were in a car
you would be crashed
but with my pet gyrados you get thrashed
but when im swinging my hammer you get smashed
i laugh like a clown
and im the dakinng and wearing the clown
but with my smile you continue to smile
but i continue to laugh at you al the while
but yet you think you are good
your lyrics were back there at the last mile
but sorry to be so vile
this is just a trial
not just ot see you bial
because you cant complial -
D-low, that was a good one..ha ha.. shame - ex....And second of all, why is everybody on me? You gay fags, No one knows you, maybe you should put on a tag. You are poor. All you where is rags. Can't even rap. What a drag. I wanted to destroy you with lyrical toxic, you aren't ready, oops, my toxic disintegrated your eye, now you look like Fetty. What a pity. JK, I ain't bring no shame, all I do is suck on titties.. lock me up? Don't even get me started, trying to start segregation your the new Donald trump (NVM YOUR HIS SON!). Boy you better run. This ain't no fun. Trial? I make you run 95 miles. "If your rap was a spice." Boy your was made from sweet and sour. Mine is made from that Power Puff Chemical-X!! Wait What? "To be brutally honest with you,
you rap like a gay nun." BOY I'll SHOOT YOU WITH MY RAY GUN!!
ALL OF YOU!! YOUR BASICALLY SAYING THE SAME THING HE SAID!! AND EVERY TIME IT ALWAYS SOUNDS SO DEAD! NO STRENGTH NO POWER!! KNOCK YOU DOWN LIKE THE TWIN TOWERS!! PICK YOU UP AND LET THE BEES DEVOUR YOU LIKE A FLOWER!! DUCK IT! LIKE YOU EVEN HAD ANY STRENGTH!! YOU COWARD!! YOUR RAPS LEAD YOU DOWNWARD!! I SPIT HOT FIRE!! IT DOESN'T SEEM YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT RAP MEANS!! AND EVERYBODY BE ASKING YOU," WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" SO PLEASE STOP YOU HAVE NO BARS!! GETTING KNOCKED OUT BY MY RAPS, MY RUN-OVER CAR!! CAN'T DO NOTHIN', STUCK IN TAR...
DANG...REKT.... -
Also dakinng, you can't wear clowns... T_T ....
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Originally Posted by SHAYMEX
Okay.
That was nice ,
You ***** your weak.
I'm as cold as ice.
Chemical X , you bubbles.
You need to calm down.
You look like a clown.
All you do is suck on titties.
No wonder your rap games Infant.
My raps Infinite. A superior element.
Gay nun? Sense you make none.
They aint saying the same **** as me.
I am diverse , I murder you lyrically.
What's with the hot fire ****?
You ain't supa hot fire.
His bars better than you's you fu*k*ng liar.
What's with the Trump ****? That ain't funny.
That gold mother****er got better life than you hunny.
Our words ain't dead , Your Brain is.
It can't handle the words we say weak it is.
Call me fetty , One eye .
You know stevie? the blind guy.
You rap suck so hard even he sees you fail.
From the wrath best be it you prevail.
Your going stale , This make you blind.
I could call you Louis braille.
You calling me poor? Yes Maybe I Am.
Lyrically I'm Blessed. Truly I Am.
You can knock none out with your raps.
Caution I give none haters fuxxing daps.
We understand what rap means ,
it's clear that you don't seem to know what It means.
Your enraged bout a diss on a site.
Your full of piss and a wasteful sight.
I break you with all my might.
So come back later , And I'll Still Be Here.
Your just another hater.
Who don't belong here. -
I had tried everything,
but when i finally read D-lows raps to my lil baby bro he fell asleep :-)
Why they call you D-low though?
Coz you suck ****-low huh?
D-suck there, ain't no 50 cent his lying
Only book he ever wrote was titled "get rich or suck a **** trying"
he say i sucker punched him
i say i mama punched him
i had to knock some sense into this boy before my hitters mummified him
I send him to hell so fast, the devil will have to stop and fine him
Im exteminator, i see a rodent, my lyric golden, my lyric molded, into a 3 inch bullet, cause i have killer content
I kill you bish and come back with my preacher niqqas and burn down the house you haunting
Im on that crazy sh!t like yay
The way i kill kill kill these niqqas
You could mistake me for the K-K-Kay !
bish-kob-out -
Alright my turn....
Dankinng, my bars are higher than yours,
you got low ranking. MY raps are catchy. Auto-tone that ****
yeah, like drake and lil' Yatchy.
Clown jokes we makin' hear? That clown crap will lead you hit with flour and sour pie.
That limit of yours will stop at that dissection
cuz you don't even know the right direction
I just made a big correction
. You all them ladies be suckin' my *ick like a dip-stick
. Can't rap, No bars, they've gone missing like nemo
. Your singing is fake all they do is adjust your voice,
You made the wrong choice when you heard my name and wanted to rap battle me.
. Don't you see?
. Your raps aren't harsh don't leave a mark, they are gentle. As a matter of fact don't call them nice flow
call it nursery rhymes... -
Originally Posted by kob_dash
Kob - dash ,
Trailer trash , Faker than kard-ash - a** - Trash.
K-k-k , you a joke.
I leave you like Papa doc , Choke.
Kill these niqqas , You ain't nothing.
You ain't **** man , You are no thing.
Lyrically? a 3 inch bullet?
Physically , you got that 3inch pellette.
50 cent ain't nothing.
I make 50 cent into sixty.
You know nothing bout this , Rhythm and poetry.
You ain't got killer content.
Your **** is content.
I'm glad your lil ' brother slept to my rap.
Unlike to your raps , Annoying sentences he cant even take a nap.
You a newbie , Heathens.
Why'd you fuc*ing come you knew you should've stayed.
On the ground seven feet deep now you I have laid.
Went to hell and I'm back.
So Your mother giving head to that Satan.
She had a hell of a rack.
You can't diss the flyest over here.
You just read to type some thrash.
You can't come close you ain't even near.
Your time ending so fast they could call you the Flash.
Get rich or suck a di*k trying.
Guess that's where your mother at , Cause she sucking **** cause she dying .
Poor just how you are lyrically.
Bish - kob out.
Thank God , He's gone It's like trash took Itself out. -
notice how DaKing, D-Low,Kob_Dash,Shamex, and Syed didn't come at me like they usually do. Ya wanna know why.....................? IT'S BECAUSE THEY GOT NO BARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!WHAT SO EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!
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Dude first of all, You wern't even rappin' Originally Posted by Ill Will
All you could do is the dance of tappin'
What so ever? Boy, I'll give you a fever,
All you could do is build a dam and hide like a coward, a beaver...
Who got bars now? Oh right, not you. All you could do is moo like a cow.
So please at least copy and paste copyrighted lyrics other than to say you just have bars.... Ok? -
Hot tea to tickle the nasal like chicken noodle soup..
It's remedy for the cold..
It must be ill will how I got remedy for the flows
I sneeze out ill will like a bag of blows
They know u musta' copy and paste..huh?
how u exaggerate the flow!!
Ur gun talk are lames..
When it's about that money..power..n hoes!
I got more bread in this flows that ya never hold
I got snow white in this bag of doe
More whitez in this than the Ks in cones (owww)
My style crack in the street..werd is born!
Ya style is short of illmatic..automatic withdrawn..(ha!)
Talk of popin' one..really tho u ain't pop'n none..
ya just pop'n ya song!
Clap along pretending like u clapp'n one
U da one who is gettin' the clapp'n son!
When I start to clap imma flip u one!
When the gat get pack imma unload the cap on ya cap son..
it'll be ya last caption!!
Abstract art how I leave u street chalk..
Ya street smart?
Get wise up or get street marked..easy target..
I don't just shoot..I empty out my balls!!
One for ur bytch when she say "aww"
One for ya face cuz ya gettin fucc face hard!
This bars dirty like ya bytch draws
N u a dirty dawg for try'a go raw
Ya can't go far..ur ego too small..
Only time u think u going hard..
Is when u wishing ur Biggie Small..
Ur nothing compare to a biggie fart..
Star dust when I dust off my bars..
This simple enough the puff is on strong..
Been here long enough to call ya bluff son!!
U aint want it with Alliance..naw!!!
U wanna diss the whole forum..
Imma problem I leave ya body lyin' on the floor..son!
Ya hobby is dying in the lobby..
Like a lobbyist with missing body parts..
It's obvious most of this kats ain't got the balls or the bars..
I just walk that str8 lines..N take it up a notch..
Ya gangster talk get out played like ya dreadlocks..
How many more lines u bite off that's not urz??
Try'a personify someone who's ur not!
Stop lying to urself Ill ur drop was never hot!
U fronting how u gettin' paid for ur flow??
Who's stupid enough to pay u??
For the shiet that u stole??
Man ya lines are mediocre..ok at best..
Ya fillers bars was out to mars for the stretch!!
Don't claim what u aint..ur not even on top of ya bags..
While I can reach deep n bring the forum back from the dead!!
This a walking dead esp? Im Chapel with the bat!!
U get whacked..get stabbed..get wrap up in a body bag!!
When ya body hacked..it's game over..left for dead!!(huh sucker!!) -
Originally Posted by Ill Will
What is this?
is this bars?
sh*t you be everyday birthday
tryna stick your tongue out like you on cars
see you callin for battle
but i win cuz it was always mine in the first place
sit yo a*s down cuz i need a place to set my glass
you were tryin so hard dont even deserve a pass
but its so easy like im the one who taught the class
but im a one man clan
let me see you try to clash
because this a monster bash
messing with king kong
call me mr smash
but you callin out like garbage
man you rap like trash
i always come up
i cant let you live like you do mutt
but all u is a ball put put
put your lyrics back in your mouth and forget this forum
because your raps are quite boring
thanks
-dakinng -
With a name like daking me beating you is a must, Originally Posted by dakinng
that 38 so special it end ya with only half the bust.
You remember Juice then you know how Ima do you,
Find da king ducking with da queen and bishop you.
I maybe the rook in these forums but you the pawn
da king move in all directions yo rhymes move in one. -
You're wrong and you're not strong. You're same the lame you cant take my fame,it's a Shame in you're name
You're trash ima take you out with a bash so dont rush just hush. The roast is like a toast im here since the host.
I'm spittin' bars like im from mars. -
Yo man you talk like your gay
Six pack aint got nothing on an eight
b**** whats my name?
I got the magical raps to make your whole flow go blank
You aint gonna murk no one but yourself
Note to self
if your really a man put on a belt
sit your a** down on the ground
you are lower than dirt
Ever since birth
I feel bad for the parents who got stuck with this curse