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08-16-2011, 08:31 PM | #71 (permalink) |
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Dragons den
red fiery hell within fictional district bible describing non fictional blood pits twisted with a sin inside the loving bit it's a tweak a paradox black and white against ethical life pins manipulate the clock stop evolution on hold adam and eve ate an apple got knocked up with her soul sold told us from day one it's a higher power out there that our souls must go on after life somewhere that's the kind of stories i'll be telling the youth "in the sky there's a guy who can walk on water in a white suit" before hitting the booth and drinking his blood through the mouth that I'm already spitting on the bible it's been fortold that sinners will burn in the cold roads of pleasure leads to measuring from a pacemaking scold trip trap life is here ready to do a **** on your living stairs race through your sinning prayers for the sake of forgiving filthy ways'ah fairytales stranded whales needles sniffing girls for sale I should pay? we the slaves behind bars from birth enslaved tamed the fame burn the haze for the sake of living great pain without believing routes of a dead man speaking invisible doubt |
08-20-2011, 01:13 PM | #72 (permalink) |
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firetrucks tiger cuts lines of coke and fire blunts wives are c*nts cut my nuts like my stuff I'm moving up choosing us line them up fight my guts time is up before I'm through I'll go through you I move like glue in tune with new music crews shoot the moon lick my spoon by that i mean i'm mean to you
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09-18-2011, 11:07 PM | #73 (permalink) |
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To whom it may concern:
Races chasing phases while the base remains quaintly faceless Contagious apes traipse in cages and taint the brains adjacent Maintained by grain laced with traces of the pain they strain to refrain from hazing Feint tales of vainness relating to the made in baseless maidens they mate in Inane male traits exaggerated, so the unstated aint invaded They do not stay nameless, they’re crazed by tasteless phrases Sages that make cases for changing are evaded by strays in mazes Sated by the datum the intimation will remain safely aimless. Face it A few grew the yew new to produce the venom And you stew the voodoo to pollute the resin Who knew the crude brew would slew through the peasants Whose screws loose cuckoo crew mood will conclude this lesson |
09-19-2011, 12:11 AM | #74 (permalink) |
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This is rap battle thread
no one knows what you just said it didn't go "over my head" out on them ice cold streets ill feel ya full of lead till ya dead that goes for you and every member of radiohead thom yorke is a dork, has a pussy like bjork ooooooweeee! |
09-23-2011, 08:52 PM | #75 (permalink) | |
Master, We Perish
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Location: Havin a good time, rollin to the bottom.
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Matious don't make me put you to bed
Lay your head in a coffin, soft satin Burnin up inferno, learn your latin Speakin in tongues, pig latin Show you what your lackin Like a grocery list Or instant replay with the hit or miss Smoke a spliff **** ya bitch this is how i live Like a boss on a boat on a crowded island Hey Yorke, nice rhyme scheme what'd that take you, three days? in that time i had a three way with ya moms and ya GF while you was jockin TS i was karma sutra readin Prufrock on lock while you was caught stealin All the women came and went You still owe some ****in rent I detect a fearful scent I'll end your ****, it's time for Lent.
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09-28-2011, 01:04 AM | #76 (permalink) |
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lyrically scientific, all kinds of wicked honorifcs
they call me seismic j, cause of the weight i be shiftin' better hit the gym if you wanna match the blunts we be lifting i'm thinking, on how to expand my acres makin' bread outta powder, sort of like a thug baker move maker, former laker, fuck your shit up with a salt shaker, so bad they have to call the undertaker for real. i got sticky trigger fingers for all you would-be rap singers, bullshit tape slingers acting like you stack figures, pick up a pen and you might get rushed i got lust, for like blood and guts, like maybe yours on the floor next to my persian rug and just because you brag about your drugs and guns don't mean i won't catch you when I'm snatchin' your funds see me just chillin, watching your girl hangin' from the ceiling right above where i smoked you, hands still on the riesling, and they ain't got a single man who can test me at the precinct now tell me, y'all still think this rap battle shit is easy? |
09-28-2011, 05:23 PM | #77 (permalink) | |
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Surell, i've been in bed quite cozy, with yo momma givin me head your sis taking notes ill make sure your boat don't float, it'll dissapear along with your hopes you have no swag like old folk "punk kids skating on the sidewalk!!" your a bitch to deal with like my girls bio-clock you got a soft cock that unloads into socks i be dicking down ho's with my horse cock like hot to trot so please do the rap battles thread a favor and just stop |
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09-30-2011, 10:31 AM | #78 (permalink) | |
Master, We Perish
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Hey Secretariat
i'll break your legs and put you out like ya bitch did Like Lilo and Stitch did **** with my fam I'll leave you layin with the stitches Broke bitches like five year old Five year old's toys Bram Stoker bitches You boys gettin choked by my shadow Hat over my eyes Lookin for my rage but I'm Aeon Flux Cage you flies with my lids Your Webster reliance Gotcha caught in a web of lies **** gets sticky when you claim you got that real sticky More like bases You baseheads slippin I rock a caution sign accordingly Bump Classical, shift to Accordian Penderecki got you shakin in your Jordans Ralph Lauren disciples get crucified We pourin your blood Sip it, grin It aged nicely.
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10-13-2011, 09:02 PM | #79 (permalink) |
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Raptor Jesus, go fap to the penis
When the tap’s sapped of its semen Come snap back with some reason Your raps cracked like the cement Your cap’s packed with to please us Your drafts lack what is needed For a back-pat from the Caesar But to fast track past the debris, son: You’re a sad hack who’s from Venus |
10-14-2011, 10:22 AM | #80 (permalink) | |
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Thesaurus Rex
Step off of Raptor Christ Pussy like Feist On your mind like lice I go harder than the cracked cement that i cracked while stompin your teeth in You forgot what happened to Caesar? Read your Shakespeare Rome have no fear Cuz i roll deep with them blades Wolf Gang specialize in Apache shaves And Bird Gang send shots to your dome Like Anthrax to the capital Face it, i'm sickly magical Like Electric Wizard, stoned
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