Come get slaughtered!

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  1. smoothtung's Avatar

    smoothtung said:

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    Aha oh god
     
  2. Vouve said:

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    Rendered Speechless
    Victory comes ease-illy
    Don't cry needlessly
    This was always destiny
    You got notin' to say to me
    Can't bring anythan'
    Other than
    a prayer to god
    You'll need one
    As you fade into the background
    Soon forgotton
    By everyone
    Even you mom
    Who you used to make scream
    "Aha god,
    smooththung"
     
  3. smoothtung's Avatar

    smoothtung said:

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    Yes at first I was rendered speechless.
    Temper decreased from a jesters weakness.
    I didn't want to hurry back given not a worthy rap.
    Break it that you're wasting your time but you're surely that.
    Listen;
    You're no 'revolting colonist' you fall in place.
    If you represent the people, problem is they're all disgraced.
    Honest hate. Novice break. I've provenance in folklore.
    I'll drop bombs til weapons melt and fathers thought we broke war.
     
  4. Vouve said:

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    While I revolt
    You wear the red coat
    No idea on the boat
    That what you face over here
    Is Guerilla Warfare
    This ain't no gentleman's game
    No high tea with the queen

    And while I appreciate the reference
    To us revolting colonists
    I ain't got no deference
    For the Brit-esh and their arrogance
    Half of us is you
    "How do you do?"
    Nice to meet you too.


    Welcome to the colonies
    Revolting to the crown you servin
    Conscripted and indentured
    A man in the trenches
    No Queens champion
    Not fit to groom the horses
    Just a cockney bastard
    to toe the line, take orders
    March in a line, we wait in lie
    Hiding and Ready to fire
    The red coats gonna die
    Comin' to get slaughtered.
     
  5. ROBBMACK's Avatar

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    I tare scales, drag in bails, and break'em down to street sales..
    I tear scales from dragon's tails, make'em bow to the heats of hell..
    A "pacifist"!? More like an activist,
    strikin' your active list like a pack o'fists..
    Your speech resembles a parrot's dyin' wish,
    minimal...
    You're as fictional as the Paradine..
    Fuk your rituals of paradigm..
    Fuk a"Nick" I'd prefer a pair of dimes..
    I replaced the thread with wire,
    Barbed...
    Barin' teeth,
    I beef to eat fresh meat.
    Your bars? Buried again, by dub B..
    I'm a barbarian! Keep your priests and filthy knees,
    forgive me pleas and dirty deeds..
    This skillful tease fulfills your unwillful needs..
    Youve thrown stones at my throne of skulls and bones..
    But pebbles from a gnome of foam
    hidden in a lawn overgrown
    like he's owes a loan,
    dont get far from home..
    I roam the lands alone,
    in hopes of being shown the unknown ..
    Like a "Smoothting", but no ones knowin' one..
    I don't condone your slowin' the moment I'm on..
    I post poems.. you postpone..
    Soon as I'm gone,
    here comes your monotone drone..
    But the nuts he's holdin' are not his own..
    You get balls from your pilot,
    you're an unmanned drone that I'm controllin'..
    You find courage in your "pilot",
    Unhand the pen to see the flowin's flown the coop..
    See them sore? 'Til I shoot...
    I'd accuse you of being a soar loser,
    but the truth is you're just soar and looser..
    How could I know truth at all?
    I dug deep for roots to find more facade,
    more wall... More "aha"s? Nah,
    cuz like Hadrian's, yours too will fall..
    I'm not Maximus. I MACK the most!
    You're that dead kid, Casper the ghost..
    Your cold, but you feel hot?
    That's a fever, your ill dawg..
    Save your rehearsed verse for the nurse at pill call..
    You con few son, and the reel's stopped..
    Your confusion proves you lose soon as u plot to kill ROBB......
    Last edited by ROBBMACK; 10-13-2012 at 03:33 AM.
     
  6. smoothtung's Avatar

    smoothtung said:

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    So as you can see I have 4 people coming at me right now. Give me time to work all of you in
     
  7. smoothtung's Avatar

    smoothtung said:

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    And 'Mack the most' come on dawg aha we know that's md, the fuurly ghost, that cold crest capper, dre from the bay. Aha I know my dregonomics bro, my thizzel Washington, Ronald dregan.
     
  8. Venomonology's Avatar

    Venomonology said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by tackpic_47 View Post
    Why is you replying
    as if you got a say so
    rolly polly rapper
    might as well stay low

    but real talk
    I like your dedication
    you think your venoms lethal
    but I have the medication

    lame rhymes-so called revelations
    that will flip the whole truth and corrupt the whole nation

    so let be the saviour
    step in like jesus
    unite the real artist cause the whole world need us
    get your phonics up if you really want to read us
    and put the buddies down
    convert to adidas

    we are grown up
    you are just a fetus
    test tube baby no glove on the cemen
    I can get low
    like a snake or a demon
    but i'll rather stay godly no banished from EDEN!

    Real Artist Unite!
    Calling for SMOOTHTUNG
    his rhymes need nutrition
    throw away his food-junk
    I am the log
    venom is the lump
    he got me talking backwards like im smoking on a blunt

    LOL

    And real talk
    I know my fxxking history
    fxck an ending punch line
    cause I don't take you seriously
    tackpick's tactics are lacking craft skills..
    "f*ck ending a punchline"..; a halfwit's transcript.
    can't match these ad-lib's. I'm damn pedantic;
    so stop the inconsistency.. - acting catholic.
     
  9. _SBU said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by ROBBMACK View Post
    I tare scales, drag in bails, and break'em down to street sales..
    I tear scales from dragon's tails, make'em bow to the heats of hell..
    A "pacifist"!? More like an activist,
    strikin' your active list like a pack o'fists..
    Your speech resembles a parrot's dyin' wish,
    minimal...
    You're as fictional as the Paradine..
    Fuk your rituals of paradigm..
    Fuk a"Nick" I'd prefer a pair of dimes..
    I replaced the thread with wire,
    Barbed...
    Barin' teeth,
    I beef to eat fresh meat.
    Your bars? Buried again, by dub B..
    I'm a barbarian! Keep your priests and filthy knees,
    forgive me pleas and dirty deeds..
    This skillful tease fulfills your unwillful needs..
    Youve thrown stones at my throne of skulls and bones..
    But pebbles from a gnome of foam
    hidden in a lawn overgrown
    like he's owes a loan,
    dont get far from home..
    I roam the lands alone,
    in hopes of being shown the unknown ..
    Like a "Smoothting", but no ones knowin' one..
    I don't condone your slowin' the moment I'm on..
    I post poems.. you postpone..
    Soon as I'm gone,
    here comes your monotone drone..
    But the nuts he's holdin' are not his own..
    You get balls from your pilot,
    you're an unmanned drone that I'm controllin'..
    You find courage in your "pilot",
    Unhand the pen to see the flowin's flown the coop..
    See them sore? 'Til I shoot...
    I'd accuse you of being a soar loser,
    but the truth is you're just soar and looser..
    How could I know truth at all?
    I dug deep for roots to find more facade,
    more wall... More "aha"s? Nah,
    cuz like Hadrian's, yours too will fall..
    I'm not Maximus. I MACK the most!
    You're that dead kid, Casper the ghost..
    Your cold, but you feel hot?
    That's a fever, your ill dawg..
    Save your rehearsed verse for the nurse at pill call..
    You con few son, and the reel's stopped..
    Your confusion proves you lose soon as u plot to kill ROBB......
    too true, you're lightweight. wait .."tare scales"..
    I move units, spoonerise rhymes and write 'scare tales'.
    I'm live and I aint friendly.. "Casper the ghost"..?
    stellar, p***y, go catch crabs.. I mean, be a Cancerous host.
    your Stretched concepts Stink and they aint Phat,so.. "Casper the ghost"?
    that was a joke..? you've got no presence and you lack an approach.

    'Caged' with his 'Con-Air'ed out like Robb flew.. "con few"? ..confused?
    I mean, you're not the bomb nor a bright spark ..the con fused?
    I'm the "ill dawg" and I'm the vet' too..
    It's sickness; my style is known to infect you.
    take a dose of your own though; .."nurse with pills".
    I cradled abilities and made the deliveries since the birth of skill.

    your drop's wack, the wrong tact.. stop that.. Robb Mack..
    behave or your mother won't give you your glock back.
    so slow you get scared whenever a clock clacks.
    howl as you get a pounding; no dawg tags.
    Robb Mack.. caught panhandl'in more than a pot rack.
    stop rap.. could barely even make a bar-skit. you're not Shaq'.
    this wit is better, my script is fresher.. I'm bringing pressure.
    you've not got "throne", you got 'thrown', only 'King' in tekken.
     
  10. smoothtung's Avatar

    smoothtung said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by ROBBMACK View Post
    I tare scales, drag in bails, and break'em down to street sales..
    I tear scales from dragon's tails, make'em bow to the heats of hell..
    A "pacifist"!? More like an activist,
    strikin' your active list like a pack o'fists..
    Your speech resembles a parrot's dyin' wish,
    minimal...
    You're as fictional as the Paradine..
    Fuk your rituals of paradigm..
    Fuk a"Nick" I'd prefer a pair of dimes..
    I replaced the thread with wire,
    Barbed...
    Barin' teeth,
    I beef to eat fresh meat.
    Your bars? Buried again, by dub B..
    I'm a barbarian! Keep your priests and filthy knees,
    forgive me pleas and dirty deeds..
    This skillful tease fulfills your unwillful needs..
    Youve thrown stones at my throne of skulls and bones..
    But pebbles from a gnome of foam
    hidden in a lawn overgrown
    like he's owes a loan,
    dont get far from home..
    I roam the lands alone,
    in hopes of being shown the unknown ..
    Like a "Smoothting", but no ones knowin' one..
    I don't condone your slowin' the moment I'm on..
    I post poems.. you postpone..
    Soon as I'm gone,
    here comes your monotone drone..
    But the nuts he's holdin' are not his own..
    You get balls from your pilot,
    you're an unmanned drone that I'm controllin'..
    You find courage in your "pilot",
    Unhand the pen to see the flowin's flown the coop..
    See them sore? 'Til I shoot...
    I'd accuse you of being a soar loser,
    but the truth is you're just soar and looser..
    How could I know truth at all?
    I dug deep for roots to find more facade,
    more wall... More "aha"s? Nah,
    cuz like Hadrian's, yours too will fall..
    I'm not Maximus. I MACK the most!
    You're that dead kid, Casper the ghost..
    Your cold, but you feel hot?
    That's a fever, your ill dawg..
    Save your rehearsed verse for the nurse at pill call..
    You con few son, and the reel's stopped..
    Your confusion proves you lose soon as u plot to kill ROBB......
    Quote Originally Posted by Vouve View Post
    While I revolt
    You wear the red coat
    No idea on the boat
    That what you face over here
    Is Guerilla Warfare
    This ain't no gentleman's game
    No high tea with the queen

    And while I appreciate the reference
    To us revolting colonists
    I ain't got no deference
    For the Brit-esh and their arrogance
    Half of us is you
    "How do you do?"
    Nice to meet you too.


    Welcome to the colonies
    Revolting to the crown you servin
    Conscripted and indentured
    A man in the trenches
    No Queens champion
    Not fit to groom the horses
    Just a cockney bastard
    to toe the line, take orders
    March in a line, we wait in lie
    Hiding and Ready to fire
    The red coats gonna die
    Comin' to get slaughtered.
    Quote Originally Posted by Venomonology View Post
    monotony huh? aha... iight, let's switch this up...

    I've "spanned the surfs" with perserverance just to land a burst of genius;
    burned up "herbal treatments" while my strength discerned it's certain weakness;
    "Purchased visas", been to work in lands where Gods desert the foetus;
    returned ideas at first convenience rejected back when searching secrets.
    I've excercised external freedom, earned respect, deserve the deepest;
    Fought against internal lesions caused by people .. venal treasons.
    I've rose from ash to ether regions, soaring over trees of Eden;
    "Venom's plenum" - evil feelings seized & given Phoenix features.

    our "friendship's" ending if your deepest grievance is I can't spit rap..
    cuz the kinetics of my speech'll leave your mental aspects whiplashed.
    this man thinks he's really a "sovereign opponent"
    but the position's tainted: violent peacekeeper, Somalia's spokesman.

    I'll turn "snowball" to avalanche; momentum sent through 'shaadow'land
    to handicap inhabitants that haven't scratched this battle plan.
    I've allographs you can't surpass all planned and mapped on granite pillars;
    I'm leaving smoothtung cracked & blistered - butterfly versus caterpillar..
    I'll "whittle sticks" to simply puncture holes into your chrysalis ^;
    stunt your growth 'fore somethin rose ..-.. halt the birth of hypocrites.
    I give "NAVY weapons" lucid trips, invade & send ship's crews adrift;
    your past was bright, your future's dim; old horizon, new eclipse.
    You "found" & "vouched" before the battles, how about when darkness passes?
    And you "don't give a f*ck" because you know I'd snap the olive branches.
    You tare scales if only you're weighing fates of combat.
    Chair the mate until a tear scales the face of Robbmack.
    You 'roam alone' cuz no one will relate to your s**t talk.
    You roam alone Cuz.
    - No 'relation's ^ to big ROBB.
    Sick fraud; vouve too, the pair should work together.
    Forge character then expand for further measure.
    It's better than declaring war, pro-'guerrilla' trap.
    If you 'attack in waves' i'm poaching silver backs.
    Most filter raps, I'm explicit and still smart.
    I pound a fifth of venom liquid to make the chills start.
    Still dart through ghost towns thieving fight from weakness.
    Posted down in Eden just to snipe a Phoenix.
    Quote Originally Posted by ROBBMACK View Post
    A "pacifist"!? More like an activist.
    I dug deep for roots to find more facade.
    You're activist if passionate for fragmenting raps a lot.
    You 'dig' to slabs of rock;
    to your 'depths' the maps are lost.
    Quote Originally Posted by Venomonology View Post
    I give "NAVY weapons" lucid trips, invade & send ship's crews adrift.

    cuz the kinetics of my speech'll leave your mental aspects whiplashed.
    Of course we're friends thats an essential asset to impact.
    But the one that gives drugs to guns; which 'aspect' is that?

    Quote Originally Posted by Venomonology View Post
    I've allographs you can't surpass all planned and mapped on granite pillars.
    You'd carve and.. map, letter formulas..
    Pardon that for a petty foreigner.

    He's more medley in a w'rap' than an orchestra.
    The way he acts is 'petít' for a 'northerner' .


    Youre quick to over think a paragraph that's an immanent issue.
    If you need an allograft to save your 'skin' I wouldn't give tissue.

    F**k a 'friendship' in the end, our hearts tell us to get our backs.
    If your time was coming then your own 'momentum' tipped the hour glass.

    Cower mack, venom, vouve, and tackpick; you don't 'write'...
    Id hold a flame in respect but the match sticks wont light.

    My tolerance has receded and you four are no longer cute.
    Fathers harvested loins when it seems shouldve stomped fruit.
    Last edited by smoothtung; 10-16-2012 at 04:55 PM.
     
  11. quickill said:

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    Most realest
    ...
    Damn, most illest
    **** so sick like I contracted syphillis
    ***** so thick that her *** is just ridiculous
    Your raps so weak you don't even sound conspicuous
    Your lyrics sound gay man swear I am suspicious this
    Battle rap plan ain't a buddin' romance
    I see you envyin' my style but stick to your plan

    ****

    Life so ill, my life's so real
    Came close to dyin just to see how it'd feel
    As my life flash forward like they speedin' up the reel
    Look what I've accomplished, please don't compare us
    From the dirt to the heavens, you look so embarass'd
    You're a ****in hater I won't ever see you later
    Ciroc at all my parties plus lately they be catered
    So spare me your ****in lines for someone who has the time
    As you're typin on the keyboard like your life is on the line
    You're wastin' ****in time while I be steady on the grind
    And my flow go insane like I swear I lost my mind

    What now *****
     
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    4 bars; 15 minutes. Fire doused.


    'Suspicious this'? f**k a kid who can't talk not novicely.
    'Syphilis' prolly caused the thought you'd drop properly.

    Fallen's he ^ you'll need a lucipher god in rougher times.
    If you 'almost die' you'll spot me 'cross'in' the other side.

    Please your life has no 'flash', horse - lame; useless pinto.
    If you're 'Life flashed forward' I threw the board game through the window.

    No fight - don't clash in war when the bombs are greater than quicks folk.
    And if your 'life flashed forward' it was the radiation from the rigs zone
    Last edited by smoothtung; 10-18-2012 at 05:12 PM.
     
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    How much radition can you handle,
    I am like a million milirems,
    I'll kill you
    Get you sick
    Radiation poisinin'
    I am fat man
    Dropin' the bomb again
    Manhattan project,
    Harry S. Truman
    You are hiroshima,
    my lines are goin' nuclear
    Count down 1, 2 ,3, 4
    Drop the bomb on these
    Inadequate style-ings
    Crictal mass ain't needed to destroy these
    LIttle boy-zees,
    That deserve the pain, and sufferin'
    I bring
    The result of scientist's evil brains
    Putting together the worst things
    But you ain't the real thing
    Just a test dummy
    Only Takes a grenade
    To bring you back down to size
    To blow you out' tha skies
    It is so easy
    Critical mass ain't needed
    Just a bb will do the trick
    You fleein'
    Can't take it
    I knew it
    Cuz you ain't ****
     
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    I hope you re-read
    All the Cr ap you said
    Totally a novel
    From Beavis and Butt-head

    No ones gonna read it
    I'm lmao off right now
    I bet your parents are way beyond,
    Too F-ing Proud!!!!

    None of your lyrics
    Got any kind of fame
    Go buy yourself a prostitute
    To add it to your shame

    Your the only king of this comic strip
    Still looking for some clue's
    Trying to do me
    When no ones doing you!

    Never in a day
    Do I think ...........
    I wonder if hes writing
    I hope its about me
    and more lies that I've been hiding

    It's funny how?
    I'm the number one subject in your bed
    Get some real material
    And practice everything you said

    Quit Sitting on your asses, all threw the f-ing day
    With all the voices in your head
    Is the only time you play!

    Quit trying to be hard
    You ain't fit to even Fuk it
    Give me some response
    Not barely unresponsive

    You act like you've been published
    And your new albums out
    Can I have your autograph
    Now whats that all about

    I got myself some rules
    And you will never be included
    Cause all the dog's I gave a bone
    Have just been eluded
     
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    HAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
     
  16. ROBBMACK's Avatar

    ROBBMACK said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by Trina Marie View Post
    I hope you re-read
    All the Cr ap you said
    Totally a novel
    From Beavis and Butt-head

    No ones gonna read it
    I'm lmao off right now
    I bet your parents are way beyond,
    Too F-ing Proud!!!!

    None of your lyrics
    Got any kind of fame
    Go buy yourself a prostitute
    To add it to your shame

    Your the only king of this comic strip
    Still looking for some clue's
    Trying to do me
    When no ones doing you!

    Never in a day
    Do I think ...........
    I wonder if hes writing
    I hope its about me
    and more lies that I've been hiding

    It's funny how?
    I'm the number one subject in your bed
    Get some real material
    And practice everything you said

    Quit Sitting on your asses, all threw the f-ing day
    With all the voices in your head
    Is the only time you play!

    Quit trying to be hard
    You ain't fit to even Fuk it
    Give me some response
    Not barely unresponsive

    You act like you've been published
    And your new albums out
    Can I have your autograph
    Now whats that all about

    I got myself some rules
    And you will never be included
    Cause all the dog's I gave a bone
    Have just been eluded

    Ha ha ha, haha, ha ha Hahahahahaha!!!!

    Go ahead and group into packs,
    lil groupie a§§ rats.
    Just like treflats,
    need to learn cheese from a trap
    b4 u step to da Mack.
    To learn where u lack
    next time just ask.
    Got my inbox going mad
    w/"ah crap!"s and " oh snap!'s
    and requests to friend add.
    So I add u, then I made u.
    Now you're gonna make me, take u,
    to the back to, smack u, slap u, stab u.
    Drag u, like u was a black dude
    and i was two white fools,
    from jasper and way too prideful.
    The whole time just mad, both being fags,
    too scared to hold their sacs,
    kiss and realize the true love they coulda had.
    Did u even just get that?
    I said I was two faggets.
    I rape any n***a I rap at.
    But ROBB loves MACK.
    Im from way back. Like slangin crack in da streets,
    FU(K that like cardboard and droppin to beats.
    You cant rob the robb w/2 Bs.
    But big ups! Smoothtung and Rus.Mgibs
    and nostik, still i wish, to know what to rhyme your name with.
    Ill bring u fame kids,
    and I don't even wanna be famous,
    just poke your raps anus.
    Its haneous to claim this,
    you're insane, yes. I'm insanest.
    Exchange this to be painless.
    But go ahead get off to my pain,
    cuz I just wouldn't be the same
    w/out that pressure on my brain.
    Hemorrhaging,
    swelling from remembering
    sins ive sinned and am surely bound to sin again.....

    Don't flatter yourself u only consume the time it takes to shred u, I busted shots at four others in that novel..
    Had. To bring back an oldie but a goodie.. hey newb, if fame is what u strive for you are in the wrong place.....
    Do some research, say something relevant !
    Last edited by ROBBMACK; 10-20-2012 at 11:53 AM.
     
  17. smoothtung's Avatar

    smoothtung said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by Vouve View Post
    How much radition can you handle,
    I am like a million milirems,
    I'll kill you
    Get you sick
    Radiation poisinin'
    I am fat man
    Dropin' the bomb again
    Manhattan project,
    Harry S. Truman
    You are hiroshima,
    my lines are goin' nuclear
    Count down 1, 2 ,3, 4
    Drop the bomb on these
    Inadequate style-ings
    Crictal mass ain't needed to destroy these
    LIttle boy-zees,
    That deserve the pain, and sufferin'
    I bring
    The result of scientist's evil brains
    Putting together the worst things
    But you ain't the real thing
    Just a test dummy
    Only Takes a grenade
    To bring you back down to size
    To blow you out' tha skies
    It is so easy
    Critical mass ain't needed
    Just a bb will do the trick
    You fleein'
    Can't take it
    I knew it
    Cuz you ain't ****
    Like your paps I should have known I had to beat you twice.
    Fight your *** with a stone and the blows would be light.
    Write raps like you're stoned, and one way or the other vouve.
    'Hale', smooth; - drop's 'stones' til they bring back rubber roofs.
    Last edited by smoothtung; 10-20-2012 at 04:30 PM.
     
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    smoothtung said:

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    To who ^
     
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    ROBBMACK said:

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    [QUOTE=_SBU;971057]. too true, you're lightweight. wait .."tare scales"..
    I move units, spoonerise rhymes and write 'scare tales'.
    I'm live and I aint friendly.. "Casper the ghost"..?
    stellar, p***y, go catch crabs.. I mean, be a Cancerous host.
    your Stretched concepts Stink and they aint Phat,so.. "Casper the ghost"?
    that was a joke..? you've got no presence and you lack an approach.

    'Caged' with his 'Con-Air'ed out like Robb flew.. "con few"? ..confused?
    I mean, you're not the bomb nor a
    I'm the "ill dawg" and I'm the vet' too..
    It's sickness; my style is known to infect you.
    take a dose of your own though; .."nurse with pills".
    I cradled abilities and made the deliveries since the birth of skill.
    your drop's wack, the wrong tact.. stop that.. Robb Mack..
    behave or your mother won't give you your glock back.
    so slow you get scared whenever a clock clacks.
    howl as you get a pounding; no dawg tags.
    Robb Mack.. caught panhandl'in more than a pot rack.
    stop rap.. could barely even make a bar-skit. you're not Shaq'.
    this wit is better, my script is fresher.. I'm bringing pressure.
    you've not got "throne", you got 'thrown', only 'King' in tekken
    __________________________________________________ __________________[/QUOTE ]._____________________

    Look who it's taken to awaken the hatin' vagrant from the U.K., men..
    The amazin' dragon slayin' seed of satan, makin' flagrant statements...
    Displayin' blatant disregard for playin' it safe when baitin' _S, into enslavement,
    waitin, patient, to cage him ... Breakin' camp, his conentration
    can't break away, Can't stray away from the latent indentations,
    abrasions from the words that I say, and the way that I say them..
    Leaving stains on your rant, stamped, with no chance Of escapin'
    to return for vindication.. He's forsaken the displacment he's facin'...

    With a fake grin, I hasten, to race in, and cave in, his face..
    with the chunk of pavement That is now his replaced chin..
    Tore it from the cobble lanes adjacent, To Big Ben..
    its face read, 8:10, in da a.m. his face red now gapin' has a great bend..
    Chasin' ancient greatness, wastin' paces,
    Retrace them to locate your fate,
    your faith's thin..Be gracious for your second place win..
    Go play in the basement of my slaveship,
    As these tradewinds take us where your grave is.
    In the U. S. of A..... begin prayin',
    In preparation, cuz soon your days end.......
    Last edited by ROBBMACK; 10-20-2012 at 04:31 PM.
     
  20. Vouve said:

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    [QUOTE=ROBBMACK;971953]
    Quote Originally Posted by _SBU View Post
    . too true, you're lightweight. wait .."tare scales"..
    I move units, spoonerise rhymes and write 'scare tales'.
    I'm live and I aint friendly.. "Casper the ghost"..?
    stellar, p***y, go catch crabs.. I mean, be a Cancerous host.
    your Stretched concepts Stink and they aint Phat,so.. "Casper the ghost"?
    that was a joke..? you've got no presence and you lack an approach.

    'Caged' with his 'Con-Air'ed out like Robb flew.. "con few"? ..confused?
    I mean, you're not the bomb nor a
    I'm the "ill dawg" and I'm the vet' too..
    It's sickness; my style is known to infect you.
    take a dose of your own though; .."nurse with pills".
    I cradled abilities and made the deliveries since the birth of skill.
    your drop's wack, the wrong tact.. stop that.. Robb Mack..
    behave or your mother won't give you your glock back.
    so slow you get scared whenever a clock clacks.
    howl as you get a pounding; no dawg tags.
    Robb Mack.. caught panhandl'in more than a pot rack.
    stop rap.. could barely even make a bar-skit. you're not Shaq'.
    this wit is better, my script is fresher.. I'm bringing pressure.
    you've not got "throne", you got 'thrown', only 'King' in tekken
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    Look who it's taken to awaken the hatin' vagrant from the U.K., men..
    The amazin' dragon slayin' seed of satan, makin' flagrant statements...
    Displayin' blatant disregard for playin' it safe when baitin' _S, into enslavement,
    waitin, patient, to cage him ... Breakin' camp, his conentration
    can't break away, Can't stray away from the latent indentations,
    abrasions from the words that I say, and the way that I say them..
    Leaving stains on your rant, stamped, with no chance Of escapin'
    to return for vindication.. He's forsaken the displacment he's facin'...

    With a fake grin, I hasten, to race in, and cave in, his face..
    with the chunk of pavement That is now his replaced chin..
    Tore it from the cobble lanes adjacent, To Big Ben..
    its face read, 8:10, in da a.m. his face red now gapin' has a great bend..
    Chasin' ancient greatness, wastin' paces,
    Retrace them to locate your fate,
    your faith's thin..Be gracious for your second place win..
    Go play in the basement of my slaveship,
    As these tradewinds take us where your grave is.
    In the U. S. of A..... begin prayin',
    In preparation, cuz soon your days end.......
    Days end? They just begin-in
    Catch the Trade Wind
    Sailin' against The Current,
    But the sun ain't settin'
    It's a bright new beginnin'
    Here in the U.S., we rulin'
    While your empire fadin'
    Go spend euros, and trade in
    Your pounds and pence for cents
    No need for their existence
    Cause the sun done set
    On the British
    Nothin' left, imperialistic
    Failure, Empire's dead as door nail
    Ring the bell, too late the boat's set sail
    While you at the helm, Captainin' a ghost ship
    Cracks in your hulls
    Food for the gulls
    Who scavenge your bones
    Won't let you alone
    Like I wont, so row, row row your boat
    Into the good night
    "Don't fight
    The dyin' of the light"