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YEAH I KNOW MY DADYS DEAD IN THE WHITE SAND
HE TRYED TO HIT ME ONE DAY SO I CHOPED OF HIS HANDS "SLAM"
WHEN I WAS A KID GROWIN UP IN THE GHETTO
I NEW HE WAS A DEAD BEAT RIGHT FROM THE GET GO
WHEN YOU QUOTE THE WORD "TIGHT"
ALL I THINK OF IS YO GIRL LAST NIGHT... RIGHT?
YOU SAY YOUR RAPPING TENNIS I JUST DONT KNOW
YOUR ABOUT TO GET REPLENISHED JUST LIKE YOUR HO
IM WATCHING YOU BACK-HAND WHILE YOU SMACK SAM
YOUR FU*KIN CO*K STUCK YOU LACK BRAND
I MAY BE THE PESENT BUT YOUR MY 6TH SLAVE
THATS SOMTHING YOU CAN TAKE TO THE GRAVE
(ding dong)DAWG THAT MUST BE YOUR GIRL WANTIN TO GET LAID
ILL PIMP HER OUT ALL NIGHT I DONT EVEN WANT PAY
MY NAME IS FREDDY MAC RUNNIN THE DATA TRACK
YOU LISTEN TO ME "HEART ATTACK" BY THE TELEPHONE JACK
IM CHARGING ADMITION TO GIVE YOU THE DEFINITION
OF ACQUISITION AFTER I TAKE YOUR TRANSISSION
IN SUBMISSION TO THE DEMOLITION ON A COMBAT MISSION
IN A FLASH I GRAB YOUR PETTY CASH
DIDNT YOU REALIZE YOUR FACE IS DIPPER RASH
NOW DEPENDING IF YOUR ATTENDING ON THE OFFENDING CRIME
IM GIVING YOU A CHANCE ON A UNHYGERATED LIME
AND OHH YEAH ILL BE SINGIN YOU ANOTHER NURSERY RHYME
IN PACIFIC STANDARD TIME FOR A DOLLAR NOT A DIME
AND FROM TIME TO TIME MAYBE EVEN A PRIME LINE
NEXT ILL TIE YOU UP WHERE THE SUN DONT SHINE
THROW YOU IN BRINE STICK YOU LIKE A MAGNETIC MIME
THROW UP MY GANG SIGN WHILE YOU REASSIGN
**** F*CK IT I ALREADY KNOW THIS SH*T MINE!!!!!!!

'Dawg' - I've colder spins.. - ..release the doberrmans.
You claim you're dope, but choke; ..both scream 'poser thing'..
If I were you, I would change directions at once, dawg..
You try hard but fail, and perfection is won raw..

Umm ahh..
Two trails split heads.. - ..( tense to grasp.)
I'm a rude male who spits wet, will yes drench your path..
Contest with that..
My 'b*tch' is the script.. - ..and for that I will rupture.
This kids-just-a-d*ck and his sh*t-wit-just f*cks her..

Enough-sir, I'm sick of you.. vocab-you've-no-grasp.
... Oh-crap you're SO-bad; ..bro-hold-that flow-back..

You've-broke-rap,
ill drop something 'b*tchin' like an 80's trend..
While you troll for a whole to put d*ck-in, like navy men.

'Shady' sin, our 'shaadow's are the dark-side-of-light.
An I'll eclipse what is fixed as a 'parched-kind-of fight'.

When love trickles, bruv you can bow down at my feet.
I'm full of crystals.. - ..you're just a ground brown bag of weed.
I was sound asleep.. and still generated something much grander.
You couldn't generally generate if you were cunning commander..
Just fussing banter.. you hit the 'CAPS' too hard - you're trippin..
An I wana hit you with 'caps' so hard that I'm itching..

Originally Posted by quickill

turn my headphones up, turn the mic down, I'm bout to get lost in the music...

# shaadow, yeah...


..

Finally, a real opponent
Lemme break it down, components
I like to warm up slowly 'fore I own it
Make no mistake, it's nothin' short of greatness
You're waitin for my blasphemy, look at this catastrophe
Nothin we can do to stop this sh*t from this happening
Let the beat build as on-lookers look on happily
Defenseless, let words build up to horrendous
From horrible to terrible, I'm comin out your stereo
You're soft like trebble, I'm hard like bass
Like two shots form Tupac with my glock locked I shoot on your b*tch's face
Clear the f*ckin place, I'm at my own pace
So 'fore I head off to space, I'm bout to level this place
Sh*t, was a discrace, you're an excellent rapper, your mind set's a cage
But you're not in my place, not here or ever after
So after this sh*t's faded and we're both faces with no places to our names it's
My existance verse yours
You wrote sixteen bars
I wrote a whole song, yeah it's a long one
Tonight is a long one, rollin up with guns drawn


I like your word play, but it's nothin short of simple
Put some real meanin in your rhymes, make this sh*t real fool
Until I see emotions, you're like a lyric without a rhyme
All in due time, I watch this sh*t unravel
I go hard as gravel, word play's a hassle
So I save my best for last
Build up some tension, fore I really whip your ***..
...

Suspension
Walkin' a tight rope
Lyrics like ammo, bout to get that night scope
You're talkin bout absurdity, nothin short of words to me
I'm everything you hope to be, you're cloaked to me, like it's supposed to be
Fearful
Drink another beer full
Then come at me with some real sh*t and we'll see if you're ready
Words not heavy, f*ck with your head - only if you let me
Only if you met me, you'd get the whole picture
Quickill no joke, rhymes deep and thicker than a fat b*tch's sister
So lemme hear what you really got 'fore I get the glock

'Turn it down' bro k? How though, wait.. I've no beat;
if only..
I'm cold as snow's deep..
Talk's so 'cheap' but you know that you owe me..
My drops so neat that most cees just clone these..
You copp this weed from the D coz you're lonely.
Well I coppice weed from the leaf coz I've grown tree.
Abnoxious plee to be 'seen', call him ghostly.
It's not my dream, be supreme, coz I'm mostly.

Nope see, dont hassle actual radicals crime makes.
You're a half-as-cool math tool in a rhyme phase..
It my race, and ill be the victor as promised.
With this mind state, one can see what vigor accomplished.

Originally Posted by iamskipp

young *** *****, be tht until expired..
can't be back if ya never left.
2 dreams left, I'm gettin higher.
gotta couple big dreams, & I chase, nvr tired
cuz I know I'm up to plate, to snort a fukn line of fire.
18, & ambitious
care to witness? tha statistics,
said I'm dead fuk statistics wit a fishstick cuz they dickless
can't get close to God at all, soo he hangin from my necklace
& my heart is right behind it, big as fuk, ay listen up.
hip hop ain't got no face, but it got ears doe
& we drop these fukn feelings like they tears doe
I salute the fukn artist who got a pure soul
cuz music is all we kno as the years go
so turn the volume up, I mean the louder, the prouder
make sure ya circle small, from outsiders & liars
give your music meaning, I mean mean it from ya being
being tight & demeanor & tighten up on ya dreams.
-- Skipp

who and why is "IamSkipp"?
HeisDissed, he writes bland scripts.
I reached inward for deep scripture that speaks wisdom. he didn't.
so I "mean it" when I say mean sh*t to weak spitters.
sickness off the scale like diseased kippers. see Skipper?..
beached fish and sea skippers seem different.
wait.. his name's bait, the fit's perfect;
anyone who sees Skipp's verses.. skips verses.
this flow's like a liquid.
it's golden- I piss it. no shine's as vivid.
his sh*t is "fishsticks"?
this sh*t is squidstrips since my lyrics fish styx.
like hell's ferryman; I'm charging with this syn-tax though.
triple-crossed "god"s trinity like winning tic-tac-toe.
my flow is cleaner, a meaner "demeanor" and as prose it meant more.
his ethic is repetitive; ..Skip's like broken records.
your rhymes are wack. I don't know why you try to rap.
"turn the volume up" to eleven.. spinal tap?
you "can't be 'back' if you never" were hiphop.
a young girl with jumprope, the way that you Skipped off.

Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B

Now I lay you down to sleep/Hope you prayed the lord your soul to keep.
Because you will die before you wake/The last thing you feel is your neck when it breaks.
Don’t worry I am not done/This story has just begun.
Next I take your lip and rip it to your breast.
Take my time while I dissect inside your chest.
You saying that you want to battle/But your words seem to be stuck in your Adams apple.
What happened I thought you were going to be able/To disable my critical label.
The Distortion. Rhythmic abortion.
Here to bring a change to this here portion.
I’m taking over the game/when I do things aren’t going to be the same.
Im at the top. Higher then a sparrow.
Got more airflow then an arrow.
I’m a pharaoh./I have my Scepters and staffs.
No crew but im waiting for you to attack.
When you do ill retaliate, step back. 937, I rep that.
I’m leaving this gutter no look backs.
Fighting like a street cat in this battle for survival.
Kill or be killed in this one time trial.
Right now Im lookin into your eyeball.
Shouldn’t of opened your mouth, tryin to say this is my fault?
I stand alone on this lonely isle.
I walked on these broken tiles for to many miles.
You got 16th century brain, in a 21st century head.
Your weak, your dead.
It’s over.
‘Nuff said.
Distortion.

shame you can't write, should feel contrite
don't bite, it's low when aim's to get real high
it hurts bro, "your" writes plague on my sight
on my site like you sh*t in the limelight
I understand you might wanna impress
but so far all you've impressed is weakness
your disses miss, a disease I'm immune to
be creative, cuz my words can dis-ease even your crudes.

Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B

YEAH I KNOW MY DADYS DEAD IN THE WHITE SAND
HE TRYED TO HIT ME ONE DAY SO I CHOPED OF HIS HANDS "SLAM"
WHEN I WAS A KID GROWIN UP IN THE GHETTO
I NEW HE WAS A DEAD BEAT RIGHT FROM THE GET GO
WHEN YOU QUOTE THE WORD "TIGHT"
ALL I THINK OF IS YO GIRL LAST NIGHT... RIGHT?
YOU SAY YOUR RAPPING TENNIS I JUST DONT KNOW
YOUR ABOUT TO GET REPLENISHED JUST LIKE YOUR HO
IM WATCHING YOU BACK-HAND WHILE YOU SMACK SAM
YOUR FU*KIN CO*K STUCK YOU LACK BRAND
I MAY BE THE PESENT BUT YOUR MY 6TH SLAVE
THATS SOMTHING YOU CAN TAKE TO THE GRAVE
(ding dong)DAWG THAT MUST BE YOUR GIRL WANTIN TO GET LAID
ILL PIMP HER OUT ALL NIGHT I DONT EVEN WANT PAY
MY NAME IS FREDDY MAC RUNNIN THE DATA TRACK
YOU LISTEN TO ME "HEART ATTACK" BY THE TELEPHONE JACK
IM CHARGING ADMITION TO GIVE YOU THE DEFINITION
OF ACQUISITION AFTER I TAKE YOUR TRANSISSION
IN SUBMISSION TO THE DEMOLITION ON A COMBAT MISSION
IN A FLASH I GRAB YOUR PETTY CASH
DIDNT YOU REALIZE YOUR FACE IS DIPPER RASH
NOW DEPENDING IF YOUR ATTENDING ON THE OFFENDING CRIME
IM GIVING YOU A CHANCE ON A UNHYGERATED LIME
AND OHH YEAH ILL BE SINGIN YOU ANOTHER NURSERY RHYME
IN PACIFIC STANDARD TIME FOR A DOLLAR NOT A DIME
AND FROM TIME TO TIME MAYBE EVEN A PRIME LINE
NEXT ILL TIE YOU UP WHERE THE SUN DONT SHINE
THROW YOU IN BRINE STICK YOU LIKE A MAGNETIC MIME
THROW UP MY GANG SIGN WHILE YOU REASSIGN
**** F*CK IT I ALREADY KNOW THIS SH*T MINE!!!!!!!

go cut out your tongue like your customized reeboks.
I'll "listen to your heart attack" and dance when the beat stops.
you're not coming with the wisdom, nor funny with the writtens.
I-"slam" rappers, with a sunni disposition.
you're never hot with 'em. your method's not slicker.
I"slam" that like I'm Mecca godzilla.
he writes those "ghetto" type rhymes ..on posh laptops.
consoles himself when he bangs glocks on Black Ops.
since his script is lame I'll quickly flip his name..
and smash this shallow "Buoy" like I'm switching shipping lanes.
West G Bwoy'll get destroyed.
he sucks; his soul's an empty void.

its the spoon i use to, use to cook the rock with the captins flyin high up in this cockpit
i mean the cook rock pit, cook, smoke take the rock hit, then toke, never stop it, heart beatin fast
lying unconsience, where the f*ck my consience telling me to stop, you think its confidental that i
sold him for some rock, and only a little bit, i gave my concience heart and soul, for a f*ckin little hit
i remember one time i traded a hit for a hit, i f*ckin swong he bit his tounge n busted his lip,(sh*t)
laughin high as f*ck as i left with his sh*t now crying in the cold left with a hit,
only one, and i traded that hit for my only damn son, if i wasent such a dead beat i could make another one,
sell you 3 kids for two hits and this, big shiney gun, with lots of bullets you **** and pull it,
f*ckin kill everyone, take all the "sh*t meet me here by 9 and ill give you a hit, and if your @ss late
then i aint giving you sh*t", stupid muthafuka ive been waiting since six
im about to kill myself if i dont get some crack ill blow my witts!!!!![/B][/B]

Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B

its the spoon i use to, use to cook the rock with the captins flyin high up in this cockpit
i mean the cook rock pit, cook, smoke take the rock hit, then toke, never stop it, heart beatin fast
lying unconsience, where the f*ck my consience telling me to stop, you think its confidental that i
sold him for some rock, and only a little bit, i gave my concience heart and soul, for a f*ckin little hit
i remember one time i traded a hit for a hit, i f*ckin swong he bit his tounge n busted his lip,(sh*t)
laughin high as f*ck as i left with his sh*t now crying in the cold left with a hit,
only one, and i traded that hit for my only damn son, if i wasent such a dead beat i could make another one,
sell you 3 kids for two hits and this, big shiney gun, with lots of bullets you **** and pull it,
f*ckin kill everyone, take all the "sh*t meet me here by 9 and ill give you a hit, and if your @ss late
then i aint giving you sh*t", stupid muthafuka ive been waiting since six
im about to kill myself if i dont get some crack ill blow my witts!!!!![/B][/B]

this a battle, you're rhymes don't diss for sh*t,
all you're hassled with is drugs and guns, you miss wit.
your writs are bad habits, you really need to quit
like a crack addict, but... you already admit it.
I murder with words, see how my syn- 'ttacks.
fine hor d'oeurves compared to how this b*tch lacks.
I'll 'smack' you, give you them 'hits' you seek
force feed your pride til both fat n meek.
talk 'bout cookin, I'll rustle a storm up
leave you well-done bruv, I'm raw - not even warmed up.

Originally Posted by CheesyBacon

this a battle, you're rhymes don't diss for sh*t,
all you're hassled with is drugs and guns, you miss wit.
your writs are bad habits, you really need to quit
like a crack addict, but... you already admit it.
I murder with words, see how my syn- 'ttacks.
fine hor d'oeurves compared to how this b*tch lacks.
I'll 'smack' you, give you them 'hits' you seek
force feed your pride til both fat n meek.
talk 'bout cookin, I'll rustle a storm up
leave you well-done bruv, I'm raw - not even warmed up.

SOMETIMES WHEN I RAP I TALK ABOUT MY PAST
WALKIN AROUND BROKE MIND JUST CASHED,
THERS NOTHING WRONG WITH RAPPIN WHEN IT COMES FROM THE HEART,
BECAUSE IN MY WORLD IT ANOTHER FORM OF RAPPIN ART,
BACK TO WHAT YOU WROTE YOU CALL THAT A DISS,
BRO HELP ME UP IM LUDICRIS,
I HAVE BEEN CLEAN SINCE SEPTEMBER NO DRUGS NO BOOZE,
YEAH I ADMIT I WAS A DRUG ADDICT EVERYDAY USE,
BUT 1 GOT A SECOND CHANCE FROM SUBSTANCE ABUSE,
I DARE YOU JUST FOR A DAY, PUT YOURSELF IN MY SHOES
IT LL BLOW YOU AWAY.....NIGHT WITH NO DAY

ANNNYWAYYYYY
YOUR THE TYPE OF GUY ONLY SPITIN ONE SYLLABLES,
KID GO TO THE OFFICE GO SEE THE PRINIPALS'
FROM YOUR STYLE I CAN TELL WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD,
YOU SPYED ON YOUR MOM GETTIN DIRTY AND WILD,
YOU RAP LIKE YOUR SICK AND STUCK WITH AMMONIA,
IN LESS THAN 2 BARS YOU ALREADY KNEW I OWNED YA,
THE TACTICS YOU SPIT ARE ALL OUTTA WACK,
ARE YOU SURE YOUR NOT THE ONE SMOKIN CRACK,
LIKE WHO DO YOU THINK YOUR DISSIN SERIOUSLY,
HIDIN IN THE CORNER BENT OVER ALL MYSTERIOUSLY,
YOUR LYRICS ARE LIKE VERBAL CONSTIPATION,
ITS A SHAME TO THE NATION LIKE A GENERIC STATION,
AT A EQUAL PACE I THINK OF YOU WITH HATE,
MY RHYMES DISAPATE YOU JUST GOT RAPED,
I CAN TELL YOU WHAT YOUR NEXT LINES WILL BE,
TELLIN YOURSELF " I LL GET THERE BUT IM A HAS BEEN,
NEVER A WILL BE MC THAT KID I CANT DEFETE,
I MINE AS WELL BACK OFF CHOKE COUGH,(with greif) "
STEP ON MY CHANNEL ILL SEND YOU (BLAST OFF) PACKIN MY HEAT

Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B

SOMETIMES WHEN I RAP I TALK ABOUT MY PAST
WALKIN AROUND BROKE MIND JUST CASHED,
THERS NOTHING WRONG WITH RAPPIN WHEN IT COMES FROM THE HEART,
BECAUSE IN MY WORLD IT ANOTHER FORM OF RAPPIN ART,
BACK TO WHAT YOU WROTE YOU CALL THAT A DISS,
BRO HELP ME UP IM LUDICRIS,
I HAVE BEEN CLEAN SINCE SEPTEMBER NO DRUGS NO BOOZE,
YEAH I ADMIT I WAS A DRUG ADDICT EVERYDAY USE,
BUT 1 GOT A SECOND CHANCE FROM SUBSTANCE ABUSE,
I DARE YOU JUST FOR A DAY, PUT YOURSELF IN MY SHOES
IT LL BLOW YOU AWAY.....NIGHT WITH NO DAY

..F*ck the past, nothing lasts; I was young with crack in duffel bags..
Wore ruffled caps to hide what resides inside ..like truffle wraps.
'Muscle mass'.. - just two words disprove urs, I'm something strong.
I cast lewers an 'cast' as a shooter so I'm hunting 'prong'..

"Nothing lasts" **rustic blast** an 'sheep' leak a death cry..
you preach drugs an wreak thug, get 'slugged' like a meth buy.
Impress? Why? Get 'fried'.. I shoot heroin you starrin then?
I'll 'cook' you like a fat shot, impairing 'sense'.. faring 'spent'..

Originally Posted by shaadow

..f*ck the past, nothing lasts; i was young with crack in duffel bags..
Wore ruffled caps to hide what resides inside ..like truffle wraps.
'muscle mass'.. - just two words disprove urs, i'm something strong.
I cast lewers an 'cast' as a shooter so i'm hunting 'prong'..

"nothing lasts" **rustic blast** an 'sheep' leak a death cry..
You preach drugs an wreak thug, get 'slugged' like a meth buy.
Impress? Why? Get 'fried'.. I shoot heroin you starrin then?
I'll 'cook' you like a fat shot, impairing 'sense'.. Faring 'spent'..

that rap was sh*t not even worthy,
time to f*ck you up get down and dirty,
so first and last you cant beat me im unsurpassed,
your style passed printed a miscast,
break every bone in your body at last,
your glassed in your body cast,
thats just unsuitable attire,
i be makin money off your h0 put her up for hire,
im fellin wired not even tired,
my only desire is to set you on fire,
blow out your skull with a radial tire,
your rhymes are misspeak i cant be defeat,
check out my unique technique each week,
you speak with a weak streek glory geek,
i walk with ruffle right to your scuffle,
i muffle your chocolait truffle,
doin the shuffle i reshuffle and kerfuffle,
im succeeding your still imbreading misleading,
your pleading exceeding your limit bleeding,
no your not misreading,
dont under estimate im the glory of the state,
your license plate says welfare state,
i own spanish piece of eight kill your heart rate,
you get raped on a chinese blind date,
your eyez dialate at a blank rate,
drive straight lose weight at a max rate,
hate!!!

LOL OPPS better bty every word has a meaning and if you do not have
any vocabulary look em up. jus sayin

ps let me know if my vocab is too much and if u dont know what
somthing means ask

Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B

SOMETIMES WHEN I RAP I TALK ABOUT MY PAST
WALKIN AROUND BROKE MIND JUST CASHED,
THERS NOTHING WRONG WITH RAPPIN WHEN IT COMES FROM THE HEART,
BECAUSE IN MY WORLD IT ANOTHER FORM OF RAPPIN ART,
BACK TO WHAT YOU WROTE YOU CALL THAT A DISS,
BRO HELP ME UP IM LUDICRIS,
I HAVE BEEN CLEAN SINCE SEPTEMBER NO DRUGS NO BOOZE,
YEAH I ADMIT I WAS A DRUG ADDICT EVERYDAY USE,
BUT 1 GOT A SECOND CHANCE FROM SUBSTANCE ABUSE,
I DARE YOU JUST FOR A DAY, PUT YOURSELF IN MY SHOES
IT LL BLOW YOU AWAY.....NIGHT WITH NO DAY

ANNNYWAYYYYY
YOUR THE TYPE OF GUY ONLY SPITIN ONE SYLLABLES,
KID GO TO THE OFFICE GO SEE THE PRINIPALS'
FROM YOUR STYLE I CAN TELL WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD,
YOU SPYED ON YOUR MOM GETTIN DIRTY AND WILD,
YOU RAP LIKE YOUR SICK AND STUCK WITH AMMONIA,
IN LESS THAN 2 BARS YOU ALREADY KNEW I OWNED YA,
THE TACTICS YOU SPIT ARE ALL OUTTA WACK,
ARE YOU SURE YOUR NOT THE ONE SMOKIN CRACK,
LIKE WHO DO YOU THINK YOUR DISSIN SERIOUSLY,
HIDIN IN THE CORNER BENT OVER ALL MYSTERIOUSLY,
YOUR LYRICS ARE LIKE VERBAL CONSTIPATION,
ITS A SHAME TO THE NATION LIKE A GENERIC STATION,
AT A EQUAL PACE I THINK OF YOU WITH HATE,
MY RHYMES DISAPATE YOU JUST GOT RAPED,
I CAN TELL YOU WHAT YOUR NEXT LINES WILL BE,
TELLIN YOURSELF " I LL GET THERE BUT IM A HAS BEEN,
NEVER A WILL BE MC THAT KID I CANT DEFETE,
I MINE AS WELL BACK OFF CHOKE COUGH,(with greif) "
STEP ON MY CHANNEL ILL SEND YOU (BLAST OFF) PACKIN MY HEAT

yeah I'm 'sick', much iller than you n!gga
nice you noticed, for that I'll kill ya quicker
keep apostrophies for when I'm droppin Gs
while your hypocracies tell me your hoppin cees
straight rape the game, I'm callin lyrical fraud
he 'hate' my name cuz I cause miracles to God
lost sheep - seems like you need a shepherd...
not me, cuz you might steal my methods
your dissidence is no more than drunk belligerence
such miscreants make me dunk on innocence
in-a-sense my words hit hard - make you st-stutter
your flows bilious like bread, mine's smooth as butter
but- er... both our dreams be rising up from gutters
only difference be mine have so much more in substance

Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B

LOL OPPS better bty every word has a meaning and if you do not have
any vocabulary look em up. jus sayin

ps let me know if my vocab is too much and if u dont know what
somthing means ask

Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B

that rap was sh*t not even worthy,
time to f*ck you up get down and dirty,
so first and last you cant beat me im unsurpassed,
your style passed printed a miscast,
break every bone in your body at last,
your glassed in your body cast,
thats just unsuitable attire,
i be makin money off your h0 put her up for hire,
im fellin wired not even tired,
my only desire is to set you on fire,
blow out your skull with a radial tire,
your rhymes are misspeak i cant be defeat,
check out my unique technique each week,
you speak with a weak streek glory geek,
i walk with ruffle right to your scuffle,
i muffle your chocolait truffle,
doin the shuffle i reshuffle and kerfuffle,
im succeeding your still imbreading misleading,
your pleading exceeding your limit bleeding,
no your not misreading,
dont under estimate im the glory of the state,
your license plate says welfare state,
i own spanish piece of eight kill your heart rate,
you get raped on a chinese blind date,
your eyez dialate at a blank rate,
drive straight lose weight at a max rate,
hate!!!

^ These-bore-us-kid, thesauruses never write a fancy piece.
^ enormous-diss - formles-scripts so still-he-likes fantasy..
We plan-to-see if dudes got linguistics, gallant distant talent..
I'm so 'fly' sh!t I'll rip writt's like talons...

No you're not smart bro, nor ghetto ..or metro; let go..
Head's missin the 'rest', like naps without pillows.
You're billowed, I'm in silhouette fore'shaadow'ing the lesser.
...Think twice before you call yourself a texter.
...And think a third time before you call-out the best sir..
Should think a fourth time before you dive in your dresser...

You're nothing but a fettered festered 'testy' emcee that types.
if you asked girls they'd say you envy these testies right? ..

Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B

that rap was sh*t not even worthy,
time to f*ck you up get down and dirty,
so first and last you cant beat me im unsurpassed,
your style passed printed a miscast,
break every bone in your body at last,
your glassed in your body cast,
thats just unsuitable attire,
i be makin money off your h0 put her up for hire,
im fellin wired not even tired,
my only desire is to set you on fire,
blow out your skull with a radial tire,
your rhymes are misspeak i cant be defeat,
check out my unique technique each week,
you speak with a weak streek glory geek,
i walk with ruffle right to your scuffle,
i muffle your chocolait truffle,
doin the shuffle i reshuffle and kerfuffle,
im succeeding your still imbreading misleading,
your pleading exceeding your limit bleeding,
no your not misreading,
dont under estimate im the glory of the state,
your license plate says welfare state,
i own spanish piece of eight kill your heart rate,
you get raped on a chinese blind date,
your eyez dialate at a blank rate,
drive straight lose weight at a max rate,
hate!!!

try for grace or violent rage but either way your lines are fake.
it's raw. you're roadkill, served on my "license plate".
your rhymes disgrace the place you're from and any who dwell there.
my "license plates" say 'farewell', not "welfare".
your drop was strange in places but at least at last became inventive.
you "shuffled" and "kerfuffled" like a fluffy baby penguin.
essentially, you intentionally strive to avoid rap?
G you're not even close.. your point?"-blank".

your plan's gone to "crack rock" ..so now it's 'miner'.
you got high on "rock" and fell off ..no mountain climber.
these drops are fatal. he's not as dangerous.
I drop 'G's.. off the scale.
it's coz this kid ain't sober that his hits ain't potent?
G's sharp but minor; I move keys like beethoven.
it's game over when this flamethrower's heat's felt.
he's a debased freebaser.. can't even free' well.
f*ck "crack rock", I'm stoned. I tore this weed.
an introspective skeptic. sick script's septic turning gauzes green.
we're "..glory geeks"?
you looked a gifthorse in the mouth and called out shadow; ..gory greeks.

we're not on bad terms. you don't drop bland words.
dawg.. props for dropping "kerfuffle" in rap verse.

Ight cheezy bacon shadow and sbu,
its really time to wreck yall n follow through,
lets start with the greese,
opps i meant..um...the kid with the std's,
oh thats right cheeze is in deep freeze,
you know thats f*cked catchin std's,
but thats your fault f*uckin your cousin whos already disease,
that just make us all displeased go back overseas,
sexual transmittid diease,i dont need any experties,
but that **** gonna make you die,
so when you go to hell ill still be alive,
i know how to survive,thats no lie,
my lyrics so dope itll turn a blind eye,
my **** just loud like the 4th of july,,


ight shadow this should be easy
your morally degrated of very poor quality,
always online like the never ending game monopoly,
ill use big words like experimental psychology,
hears you diagnostics-terminal velocity,


sbu
commonly has a oddity comedy,
ask him youll get a apoligy from his colony,
his technology pathetic mentality,
bisexuality psychopathic personality,
his speciality plugin rectom cavity,
profanity along with insanity,
internationly infant mortality,

Be back soon wifey wanna shop

Alright son, gotchu backed into a corner
One wrong move, gonna have to call the coroner
Your lyrics straight nonsense, sound like a foreigner
So make my day, pave your way
You picked the wrong motherf*cker and wrong sh*t to say
As rain pours down, right onto your gravestone
Your momma's cryin', son ain't comin' home
Better watch your lip, before I spray ya dome
Cuz this world made me evil, and ain't no savin 'em
Too frustrated to work this out peacefully
Kept my dignity, lost my decency
So I'mma give you one chance to leave this place in one piece you see
Just back away slowly, and I'll drop my tech
Or come at me fully, and lose your self-respect

Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B

ight shadow this should be easy
your morally degrated of very poor quality,
always online like the never ending game monopoly,
ill use big words like experimental psychology,
hears you diagnostics-terminal velocity,

Your 'big words' sting less.. - ..you don't use them right.
reached inward, none's 'left'.. dude, use them 'rights'.
This sure proved an amusing night..
Bad-flow-quality? That-don't-bother-me.. if 'monopoly'.. indict...
You're 'ungodly f*cked', so ..'holy sh!t'.. its a metaphore.
You're not tough.. so drop bluffs at kids you've never met before...
...am I the only one who see's this kid's f*ckin-pathetic?
Nah.. and I ain't the only 'cee loving-I-said-it.
You're so f*cked, hit me up.. prolly shoulda 'dodged' me..
You've no touch but so tuff? Bruv Loo'kaw a saak'thee
I'm cocky.. blow brains. insane claims aimed at rants like..
...'You try but the brains you blow reside below the pant fly'.
You CAN try, but you 'bite', if you read my script i'd bandage it..
I'm so 'nice', you would swear I just slipped from anger management.
I handled it, so leave me in solitude, you're novice dude; should've accosted you..
You're a waste, an your mother should have 'swallowed' you..

** indict - Pronunciation; (in-dyt)

IM BACK AND FOR THE FIRST TIME I AGGREE,
STEP UP YOUR GAME OR DO YOU DISAGREE,
I WILL NEVER LOSE A BATTLE THAT I GUARANTEE,
IM HEARING RUMORS YOU HAVE HEPATITIS B,
ILL AGGREE TO A DEGREE ITS A INTERESTING NIGHT,
WHEN IT TAKES YOU ALL DAY TO WRITE YOUR FU*KIN SCRIPT RIGHT?,
NEXT TIME COME PREPARED FORGET YOUR RELIGION RITE,
CUZ NEXT TIME ILL SEND YOU PACKIN TO YOUR BURIAL SITE,
HOW HARD CAN IT BE BRUH I WROTE IT IN BLACK AND WHITE,
NO MORE EXCUSSES EVEN IF YOUR CONTRITE,
LIEIN ABOUT YOUR DOG BITE I WAS WATCHIN YOU IN PLAIN SIGHT,
BUT IM GLAD YOU CAME BACK TO SEE ME ITS GUNNA BE A DELIGHT,
YOU SLIPED FROM ANGER MANAGEMENT BUT YOU SHOULD GO BACK,
BECAUSE YOUR LYRICS AND SKILLS ARE JUST OUT OF FU*KIN WACK,
AND ALSO GO BACK TO SCHOOL YOUR A LITERARY HACK,
WHEN I COUNT TO THREE THATS MY WARNING OF ATTACK,
THIS SH*T COMES SO EASY TO ME I NEVER HOLD A BAR BACK,
SO AWKWARDLY SAYING YOUR STYLE IS MAJORLY DECAYING,
YOU LACK LOW SKILLS DO YOU KNOW WHAT IM SAYING?,
DISPLAYING A BAD IMAGE ON RAPPERS WHY ARE YOU STAYING?,
EVERYWHERE YOU GO ITS MY SCRIPT YOUR REPLAYING,
I WILL NEVER APPOLIGIZE IM SORRY YOUR COCKY,
I MADE YOU THAT WAY, MY OWN PERSOLAL DISK JOCKY,
THANKS FOR WORKING FOR ME ALL NIGHT AND DAY,
ILL WORK YOU HARDER THAN A SLAVE WITHOUT ANY PAY,
PEOPLE PRAISE ME RAPPIN WITH BOLD STYLE,
LEVER LET MY STANCE DOWN ILL BE HEAR AWHILE,
EVERYDAY ON THE NEWS I SEE MY NAME,
SOMETIMES IT TO MUCH TO HAVE ALL THIS FAME,
LOOK UP THE WORD PROCLAIM NEXT TO MY FRAME,
WITHOUT AIM I OVERCAME A PERFECT GAME,
IM THE SICKEST RAPPER OUT THERE YOU A BLODDY SHAME,
YOUR LIKE THE REST OF THE FOREIGN POSERS ALL SOUND THE SAME,
YOUR ALREADY WITHDRAWN FROM SOCIETY SEEKING SOLITUDE,
ALL IT TOOK WAS THREE SIX YEAR OLDS TO HAVE YOU SUBDUED,
TRY TO RUN AWAY AND ILL HAVE YOU PURSUED,
TAKE YOU DOWN A DARK ALLEY AND HAVE YOU F*CKIN SCREWED,

~~WesT G BwOY~~