hiu

oojay's rhymes are so lame,
it's like he spit them into his moms cervix, then came,
but he's not to blame,
if he's got the hots for his mom, I know I feel the same,

right-track

What!
You've got the hots for your mom too?!?

Falling Hamlet

hahahaha wats up wit an ex-convict rap song hahahaha (hahaha feeling gangsta eh? well chek dis out)

let me see ur rhyme/i knw ur gonna frown, when u hir mine/
u said u consumed a lot of beers?/ oh B*L*S**T! cmon tell ur mama ur spendin ur $ for a sheer/
u act like ur a murderer/but u cling 2 da air and still ur nothng but a poser/
u rap like u never had enuf/cmon cracker dont make us laugh/
u speak as if ur a hardcore hitter, WTF!?/ u rily rap like ur the chinese version of Tupac/
i feel sori for ur mama for bringing out a crap like u/this aint no drama/
i knw ur lyf is so sad but dont be mad/dont loose track, can you?! haha i bet! /
cmon look on the bright side and sell sum crack before ur death/
i cant even understand ur Sh*t/dnt wori we knw its a misfit but who gives a sh*t/
cmon give us a favor/dnt post again with ur sick Fu*king flavor/cuz im the savior/
u act and talk like a nigga,/i aint just a gangsta im a hustler!/so u better shut da F*ck up squatter/
They Stained, i came, then u claim that ur a ril playa?/just wait ima pull dis trigga and u will knw whos da ril Nigga!/now u knw im a dirty playa/so dnt mess wit me cuz ima burn u out nigga!/but wait a second wats diz!? "yo oojay, you da man....." wtf!? / praising urself?!, eeww! cmon cut da crap!/cuz ur not fillin in my stomach/
poor critter, rily out of his mind/fo sho i knw ur starting 2 whine/SO i say get da hell outta hir!!/u still have sum crack 2 steal/better stick with ur own kind/dnt wori no more hustle, they r easy 2 find ~LOSER!!~

____ima Nigga SLap you!____

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[MERIT]

*cracks knuckles*


Muthaf*cka you spent an hour on a "freestyle" in vain
Steppin' up to me
bitch'll be walkin' outta here with a cane
my flow is insane
and like you its retarded
your punchlines are like bigfoot
they aint never been spotted
niggaz call me the 1-900
cuz I spit nothin' but hotlines
pull out my 9
have your crew disappearin' like a tanline
you claim youre a dirty playa
but your game is dumb
the only thing your an athlete at is swallowin' cum
and how you gonna be dissin' the chinese version of tupac?
if you wanna see my "wang" just ask
Before you leave my house in a box
Yo punk ass couldnt get a piece of ass if you bought a rump roast from a butcher
You show up here and rap like a f*ckin' wannabe Ashton Kutcher
but you'll be the one gettin' punk'd
and I'll be splittin' your wig
my raps are so good you'll be puttin' 'em down in your sig
I'll put 6 drills in the back of ya head like a labotomy
The nigga makes his livin' by pimpin' his ass out for sodomy
And how you gonna call yourself the "savior" when you cant even pronounce it
Your raps are like your religion
Ask if they listen
Theyll denounce it
Your bitch ass needs spell check
Cuz I couldnt read a word of your rhymes
Im wastin my time
Battlin' f@ggots who lose every time
You and hiu must have the same type of trainin'
claimin' youre black
but rappin' like a 12 year old caucasian
my sh*t is amazin'
droppin' hot bars that are blazin'
how you gonna f*ck my mama with a penis the size of a raisin
and you say that hustle?
what you mean? sellin' crack?
the only crack you be sellin' is the one inside yo ass

hiu

Only on Tuesdays.

Falling Hamlet

hahahah let me enlight u nigga.

"Cracks, knuckles* LOLZ hahahaha

ima give you a lesson/back from the season/
better chek your grammar/before i send u 2 samar(a squatter place in phillippines)/
ur rap stink, it reekz so better think/before u post ur inexplicable thrash/
better ask for help cuz ima burn u 2 ash/i cant undrstand wat ur spittin/
cuz mah head is splittin/hahaha my filipina bitches are laughing/cuz ur rap got no something
honestly, go back 2 elemntry/and learn the basic ABC/
Blazin words are coming out of my mouth/so ask ur g*y mathaF*ckers 2 reprimand da crowd/
im too much 4 u, so grit ur teeth/cuz u cant handle my heat/
i admire ur stoutness/but rily ill just gonna burn u 2 ashes/
so better stand back/cuz u cant handle my track/
booya! nigga! whos da mathaF*cker now?!/better pimp ur mom before i F*ck her now/
so my lil chinese tupac/i say hit da road and sell sum crack/
ur rily trying 2 hard/cmon pass ur ghetto lyf/
so u can have ur own credit card/sizzle 2 dizzle nigga/
im spittin like a cobra/better hide in da mountains/
cuz dis is da sh*t dat u cannot handle/i knw ur suckin sum sacks/
cuz lyf is hard and u suck!/im owning/so better start mowing/
ur punchlines are so simple and sissy/so wat can u do 2 ditch me?/
having a hard time?/ur rap cant even cost a dime/
so ima tell u dis mathaF*cker/sure u have da talent but still im the dirtiest playah/
i dont need 2 be a gangsta, im a hustler/punkin u out is enuf Nigga!/
better turn back/and sell sum crack/
cuz dis battle has been won/so dont bother cuz ur olredy done/
enuf wit your babble/cuz i knw ur in straggle/
before i scrub ur mouth with a soap/better cut ur crap and never hope.

Fat Ass NIGGA!

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[MERIT]

Let me show you bitches how a real muthaf*cka flows:


Yo I’m the illest MC that you’ll ever find
I spit my rhymes like a landmine
Blowin’ up ya neck
Niggaz hear me spittin’ they start hittin’ the deck
With no respect
Like a rappin’ Rodney Dangerfield
You try to step to me but I let you know your fate is sealed
Your punk ass is whack and lacks the knack to rap
You just talk crap
Flip ya 9 so youll be the one gettin’ banged at
Yo I pack 2 shots
One for each of ya faces
Two face rappers step to me and I put ‘em through their paces
You’ve been trippin’ up in here like someone tied up ya shoe laces
I’ll give ya one more shot
Before I put ya’ll in ya places
Your flow is like a period
It be comin’ just once a month
But that’s enough
Just like it, your raps are comin’ from a cunt
Yo I could give you a week to reply and youd still come up with nothin’
Your style is noxious
Like that super glue that you been huffin’
Yo I peeked at ya profile pic
It appears that youre Asian
So hows it feel to get ya rice fried by a dominant Caucasian?
Actin’ all tough like a ghettofied Bruce Lee
My raps are so hot they burn a hole through my loose-leaf
Dawg you say youre a cobra?
Nigga who you tryin’ to fool
You know I’ll be stuffin’ you in a locker if you send me back to school
Yo bitch ass needs a new hook besides “I be sellin’ some crack”
You rhymes are whack
Step right up and get knocked right back
You may be Bruce Lee’s grandson but I’m Chuck Norris’ brother
Put my foot across your face
Smack you around until you stutter
“Better cut my crap” you said that “I got no hope”
Yo this nigga’s a joke
This dude’s rhymes are nickelbags
Mine’s a kilo of coke



Hamlet's DEAD muthaf*cka

Falling Hamlet

oh cmon now is dat all? time for sum ecstasy nigga

dont yah mess up with the real OG
float like a butter fly, sting like a bee
look! whos the real wannabe!?
ur good wen it comes 2 comedy
such a catastrophe
ima bring dis Sh*t wit me
MathaF*cker ima tell u why.
ima bring drama and make u cry
im maybe an asian
but ur a c*ck sucking columbian
dnt worry ima treat u
purple haze fried rice
hope dat will make u.
bitches digs brown eyes
but how bout u? u stil have 2 try.
yo brain must be whack
cytherean of hustler.
yo dats my fried rice bitch
hw bout u? just cocaine bitches
ima make my move
and F*ck her in my groove.
ima shove my foot 2 ur face
even in 100 paces
money in my car,
a bag of weed, now u see da star
i knw nigga wen ever u hear me
ur in a rush
let me spill it and just hush.
just cmon and listen
mathaF*cker stop hissin
listen 2 da real OG
ima make da mic wet
cuz mah mind is set
ima make u suck my gun
cuz im olweiz on da run
ima make u stunned in a 45
scream like a girl and strive
we got da whole hood
with da PNC gangstah, wer all good.
yah heard? cmon chek da deck
ima push it 2 da limit
i knw u wanna hear it
boom pack automatic
jam pack baby da bitches are all wet
take a picture, before i torture
u crazy mathaF*cker
u turned out 2 be a su*ker
c*ck suckng columbian
i knw u have 2 work it
i dnt have 2 let u see it
im a ecstasy popper
u f*cking thrasher
ima let u feel da floor
den get da hella out of da door
cuz ur soul has been stained
cuz dis hustler is pro trained
ive won dis battle, its a test
mess with da best, die with da rest

Oojay stop da crap ur done!

~True Brown Style~ nigga Respect! Paze out!

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[MERIT]

Yo if thats the best you got dawg ima send you back to the minors
Gettin' brave up in my face you'll walk away with 2 shiners
Like alzheimers
It seems that ya forgettin'
I spit hot fire
Its nothin' but jizz that you be spittin'
Yo this nigga's actin' gangsta
Every one of his rhymes is a f*ckin' lie
His closest thing to "ghetto" is sellin' niggaz his mom's fried rice
Yo dont get me wrong dawg
It aint nothin' like im racist
I just cant look ya'll in the eye cuz they too slanted on ya faces
Yo you tryin' to steal my style
Bitch I got you spotted worse than a leopard
Stealin' my lines in the only way you'd ever sell a record
He calls his ass an "OG"
Yo I gotta argue wit that
Cuz he aint the Only Gay rapper
Thats ever fallen victim to this cat
Talkin' 'bout "ecstacy" dawg
Yeah you do rap like you been trippin'
You brought a knife to a gun fight
F*cked wit me
And came up missin'
And who the f*ck's gonna take a name from Shakespeare?
Only a f@ggot'd be named hamlet
Put your ear up to my door
Tryin' to steal my rhymes until I slam it
Yo your punk ass is from Cali
And only 2 things come from there
Steers and f@ggots
And I dont see no horns up in ya hair
Ya style is queer
Like Elton John up in his bedroom
Throw ya ass in the trunk just to give me some more legroom
You call me a comedian
Yo I'll take that as a prop
Folks'll laugh right along with me
You done f*cked around and got Tupac'd
I'll snatch your soul right out ya chest and eat it
In fronta ya eyes so you can see it
No need to fight back dawg
Everything youve got Ive already seen it
And beat it
I dont even comprehend why you try anymore
Done beat you to the floor
Im so tight I aint even gotta try no more
You tryin' to hit it big like a rapper named Chingy
But you be workin the front desk at the Holiday Inn
You cant be a rapper if you Chinky

skindredluver

D**** you guys are good.How do you guys think of those?

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