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Only on Tuesdays.

[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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Let them live in the stillness and know the flame. They will loose all and give all..

Boys are like lava lamps: fun to look at but not so bright

Coffee, chocolate and men, some things are just better rich

Falling Hamlet

well hehehe wat ever comes out in our head ^_^ no more thinkin or so wateva... ^_^ i cnt battle ryt now kinda busy tho








hahaha 0ojay nice battlin! hehehe gonna fyt u sumtime tho but nt now ^_^

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[MERIT]

Eh, Im bored......



Yo this muthaf*cka must have Screech as a ghost writer
In his pics he looks Asian
In his raps he sounds a little whiter
A little lighter
Cuz I spit 10 pounds of rhymes
Stuff it in a gallon bucket
Guaranteed its flowin’ out the other sides
Yo I’m ill with it
And I’m infectin’ ya with every touch
Got you takin’ the backseat like Jan on the Brady Bunch
When I hit you with it
My sh*ts stiffer than 10 shots of straight liquor
Put you down quicker
Fulfill yo dream of bein’ a down nigga
Got a hair trigga
And an itchin’ on my index
Let my finger slip
They couldn’t clean that sh*t up with windex
Yo if I wanted an easy ride I woulda called ya girl up on the celly
Yo you aint even tryin’ dawg
I spit better raps from my mama’s belly
And you think jokin’ the Asians is like beatin’ a dead horse?
I’m hungry for competition
You eatin’ Fido for the main course
Yo I see somethin’ in ya eye
Is it that fear that I’m a killa?
I be steppin’ on ya rhymes
Breakin’ ‘em in half like I was Godzirra






A little decent competition would be appreciated...................................... bitches

sleepy jack

Woh man, chill out and don't get so mad,
WWE is on tonight your love is gonna be rad,
Go up and down with each body slam,
You getting off gayer then wham,
Rock hard dick, to rocks hard tits,
Now I want you to bust out a pen and think about this,
You can drop the arrogant bullshit,
You're not sexy you're just a prick,
Just be honest, admit your acne covered face,
Telescope eyes and metal teeth,
You're well past your teens,
So you can drop the gasoline acne cream,
You're not hot, you have no flame,
You're the wax without the wick,
You're a boy who only loves is his dick.

So tell me man who will never get laid,
Not even possibly by paid,
Please break it down, explain your face,
Who told the bees it was time to sting?
Or are you proud to be the zit king?
I'll say it one more time
This guy is greasy as hell
looks like he got face fucked by a porcupine,
Face first into a cactus patch,
I guess that might explain your rash.

I heard its big in the homosexual scene,
You know all the biggest homophobes hid it all,
Fucking in their closets till their dicks began to fall,
So tell me all, do you like it against the wall?
Or with one in your mouth, the other up a hole,
Yeah man, doing your preacher will save your soul,
Touched by your father,
Who art thou in Heaven,
hallowed be thy fuck,
Till thy holiness come,
Giving you your daily spread,
Leading you straight to tempation,
Delivering you from evil,
Touched by your father
Who art thou in heaven,
Amen.

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[MERIT]

Yo I almost fell asleep tryin’ to wait for you to spit
You spend 10 hours on a rhyme?
Hell, 9 of that was sh*t
Yo Misfitspunk’s gone crazy
The nigga started changin’ up his name
Used to be “alexisonfire”
And his new one’s just as lame
When I’m comin’ online to check my hotmail
This f@ggots comin’ online to check out hot males
Youre rhymes are stale
And they aint nothin’ to be taken seriously
With a mic in my hand
Ive got no choice but to kill MC’s
My raps are limitless
And theyre impossible to beat
Knock you off ya feet
Lube it up so its easier to eat
This nigga wants to talk about “False Advertising”
Yo let me spit it
The only “False Advertising” here
Is this f@ggot’s sexuality
And how he flips it
Yo your rap was just like a prayer
You been listenin’ to Madonna?
Youre actin tipsy
You done spent too much time with ya boyfriend in the sauna
Talkin’ bout acne?
This nigga’s fixin’ to end up dead
The only red dot I see is the one I’m pointin’ at ya head
And yo I did just watch wrestling
You wanna make something of it
Its got sweaty dudes in tight
Give it a try
I’m sure you’d love it
Yo lets quote some scriptures
Yall nigga’s heard of John 3:16?
Well here’s the 11th commandment
“Thoust f*ck with oojay, he’ll bust ya spleen”
You out here soundin’ like a wannbe minister
Yo get a look at crowquill
Just a few more bars until I finish her
Yo ya rap wasn’t too bad
But its nothin’ next to mine
You should be workin on the street corner
Maybe steal a few John’s from ya mama’s line
Yeah Im rockin’ yo mama jokes
That just means ya time is up
Thanks for comin’
Have a nice day
Guaranteed you wont be givin’ this thread a bump

sleepy jack

First off, i'd like to tell you something,
I happend to be open about my sexuality,
Homo in this case, I am the gay king,
I admit to being in love with freddy mercury,
Pointing out the obvious ruined half your rhyme,
You should do more researching/thinking next time.

And no shock you'd throw in a gun reference,
You redneck republican,
Better bust out your card signed by the NRA,
And go shoot some gays,
More closed then a book,
The only thing worse is your hooks,
All this inbreeding has to stop,
Your mom doesn't even sleep with your pop,
Shes too busy screwing you, and when shes through,
Moves over to your little brother too,
Family reunions? "try fucking your parents in union",
Incest man, thats the first way to get grabs,
Investing in the infesting ruining future plans.

Now back to those red dots, are they facial growths?
Or a million different laser scopes,
You dodge the bullet there, but I fire more then once,
I am a scientist, more curious then a chimp,
Are those really zits? or just tattoos of what acne scabs do,
Crimson trickling down your face, ruining your lovers fate,
The ladies turning away, tears in their eyes,
Seeing the blood, and your pathetic tries,
You're no Casanova, you're just a stars war loving,
Steve Austin Cock sucking, mother fucking Republican.

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