They call me the milk man im about 2 %
Im here to rock you all Im like a piece of cement
If you havent figured it out yet im white and im proud
You need to open your eyes and see through the cloud
You still dont understand that color of the skin doesnt matter
You open your mouth to flow it go's spitter spatter
All you do is spit all over the floor when you ryhme
If any of you want to battle I'll do it anytime
I spit flames in each and every direction
I look at you when you spit and i see a erection
You must have videos at your house, a whole collection
You probably arrange them alphabetically for a better selection
You think im just clownin but im serious
I get a gay look from you like your curious
Yeah I know you like to penetrate men
You fuck them in their ass til they ask for it again
You make them scream until they start to cry
Then you turn them around and ejaculate in their eye
Im sick of talkin about gay and straight men
Just remember the name two percent


2%

Now 2%, i got many special deliveriez i can put you in// but tha only one you match is tha one where you cant win// you come into tha palace and say "IM HERE"!?// why you sayin that for when no one carez// i know yo azz came outta tha cow from tha tubez// you spit flamez in every direction!? i turn em into icecubez// What i can really do is dislocate yo necc from yo shoulderz// youz a piece of cement when im big boulderz// i know youz gay cuz of tha homoz that you alwayz thinkin// and how you walk by a nigguh and start winkin// i suggest you quit flowin and get some cookiez fo yo milk// cuz youz a fruit pop, you stay soft as silk// i stay hard as in hard to tha core// while im grindin yo sorri azz thru tha ground past tha core// give it up, i done blasted you past tha starz// jus cuz Eminem is white and rapz, doesnt mean you are!!!!!!!!!!...............lol!!!!!

Now you call yourself tweezy you remind me of a bird
His name is tweety and he cant ryhme a word
You cant ryhme for shit you dont even understand the word verb
You say your big boulders that shit has been heard
But your still coming across like your big bird
Cause i know you like sesame street they teach you how to word
You learn a new letter each and everyday
You watch that show religiously and you think its okay
Whats this shit you talkin that im gay
I only talk like that for King Killer J
You say that im as soft as silk and i need to get cookies for my milk!
Shit little boy your wishin to get killed
You want your cup filled I'll fill it up with your blood thats being spilled
You aint nothing for me to blast I"ll keep going till your emotions turn to glass
I"m sitting here mowing you like a piece of grass
I'm sitting here using you ryhme to wipe my ass
You aint hard and if you think you are I'll hit you with a fuckin car
Yes I'm white what the fuck is the difference
Your callin me a wanna be you need to wise up and listen
I dont care how hard you be dissin
I'll just come back with some more
I'll just keep talkin bout your mom bein a hore
Yeah Im hard core
If you dont like goto the store and buy a cd
Or go home and jack off while watchin the tv
Back to King Killer J
Some of his ryhmes i just cant understand
I cant tell if hes a guy or woman
Cause he sounds so feminen
Your right I do like eminem
Hes better than most the others he be murderin them
He brings up brothers like 50 cent
Well i had fun listening to your ryhmes
I'll read your next one you be postin from pre school
You just a little kid your a punk ass fool

Now 2%, you shoulda kept yo milky stankin azz in tha fridge// since you came out, i guess you dont wanna live// you jus bein a hatah cuz you get tha lowest ratez// you should stop flowin cuz its past yo expiration date// if you stayed in tha fridge, you woulda stayed fresh// it dont matter though if you came out, errybody could care less// Keep tha top on yo bottle and neva twist it off// cuz if you do, then youz tha wigguh that errybodyz hittin off// i'm like a missin medallion, cuz i stay off tha chain// go to a gay website and flow cuz you in tha wrong lane// this site is fo str8 men// unlike yo homo azz, you jus seem to alwayz bend// Now you was usin repitition of tha word bird and word// quit yo bullshittin, yo rhymez is absurd// you be tha first nigguh to drop from rhymez str8 into a grave// six feet undah tha dirt, but you still in heaven wit nigguhz gettin laid// you tha type that wear thongz and trainin braz// while you succin mah dicc, lettin tha fluid drip from yo jawz// Mow me like a piece of grass!? now how corny could you be!?// all gay nigguhz like yo head, so you get dicc for free// i split yo rhymez cuz i split it up and split down// youz a lil girl, you piss and sit down// you flow like you got big ego actin intellectual// dont come closer to me cuz i know youre a transexual!!!!!!!!!!!!.............lol!!!!!!

Listen up whitey...Ur rhymes are fuckin bad//"Dude" there not "rad"//and ur lines are weak for no reason//whiteboy TRYIN to rap??must be that season// 2% milk??I eat ya wit my oreos//u must not know the scenerios//wigga ur weak,u a fagget scary hoe//u think none of us know??u stealin our rhymes,u dont spit wigga you blow//im a eagle u a crow//i sore high u sore low//u got no raps and u a whiteboy so u got no scraps..wigga u would gasp if u saw real gats//so quit talkin about straps pistols and nines//i know u like my style cuz u be stealin my rhymes//i took it from tweezy,but it still makes it mines//quit tryin to take up shit real rhymers make up shit//u the type of wigga that picks up the soap quick so you can recieve dick//u know you like talkin about gays that bust nutts//u MLB and tweezy takin dicks threw the butts//i fuck sluts//cuz i spit game like a pimp wit flutts//bustin nutts on her teeth and sheets//its called playerizm i get mo' ass than toilet seats//no refund on yo whack raps cuz u got no reciets//tryin to diss on J/i dont play now you gotta pay//im worse than the black dick that tears ur ass everyday//nigga u must be a clown//cuz ur rhymes got me laughin and rollin on tha ground!......U 2% good at flowin....HA!

"stay in tha fridge" lol!

What happened to Killer J? Did your paintball gun run out of ammo today?
How you gonna say Im usin others materials
Ill rip you open like a box of cereal
You say that your an eagle and im a crow
At least when i flow i dont run out of ammo
I cant spit ryhmes phatter then your mother
I can split ryhmes weaker than your brother
thats why im targeting you right now for this attack
Im presenting why your ryhmes are so wack
Why do you keep bringing shit about butt crack
Yous on aol under the screen name NUT SACK
I dont know alot about homos
But your a Expert from the head to the toes
Thats why you talk about it inside your flows
I thought you said you were a baseball batter
The only thing you be hittin is the poo poo platter
You want to eat me and your oreos
I knew you was a fagget it shows in your flows
well i gots to go cya lata..........homo

Now there you two, calm yo nervez and hormonez// i know yallz is homoz but yallz jumpin each otherz bonez// 2% be tha one on KKJz buttcracc// while KKJ workin tha 2% small meat in tha sacc// Yallz sex life is jus so horrible but yet so ridiculous// KKJ, dont scoot closer cuz i know you sticcin his// 2% tha type that pull a nigguhz pantz down and run away wit em// tha only reason was becuz he jus wanted to get wit him// i feel sorri for you King J cuz 2% be yo queen// thats why yall like liccin one anothaz azz clean// but you 2 is still babiez rollin in a carriage// you 2 already promised two grow up together for marriage// when yall do, yall gon get kidz fast// you gon be tha first for newbornz poppin out ya azz// when yall talk bout ya gay actionz, yall try to act curious// but really youre not, cuz in tha subject, yallz both experienced// i support yall 2 cuz i dont come wit no hate// lol! but i aint gon be like yall havin nigguhz for bedmatez// if there was a show for gay nigguz, yall be Americaz Idol// KKJ stay tha groom when milk come out bein tha bridal// but who wearin tha dress and who wearin tha tux// yall cant wait for tha honeymoon to get yallz butt fucced// yall already planned it out so there'll be no disasters// and then yall 2 lived happily ever after..........HA!!!!lol!!!!1

Nigga how many times u gonna say "flows" in ya rap???//Nigga ur sorrier than the board game!//i burn yo ass everytime and its damn shame//You just a saltene peanut butter cheezy cornball cracker!//my rhymes stacks as high shaq,and kills in IraQ, thats why they call me stacker//nigga u's a fudge packer//you lack flows and rhymes they call you lacker//givin it 100% but u still spit like a slacker//im tampa bay bucc u just a green bay packer//you spit skinny and i spit fatter//poo poo platter??nigga said its on the roof and you went and got a latter//nigga titter tatter!!shut u down.Sign on AOL as"NUT SACK" and still chatter//chatter how i made ur brain splatter//chatter how u brok yo' arm and needed subsitute batter//watch as i gather.....ur rhymes and turn them into www.wannabes.com and have you cryin to ya moms that u were white and tryin to write rap songs
nigga stick to sportin thongs
and dancin for them big black dongs
u thought suckin a MC's dicks would give you the power to flow
thats why yo' response will be slow
nigga u blow and i still cant believe u dont know?
fuck u tryin to get up on the post
we'll start a roast
you'll get burnt like toast
casper cant rap and u cant so quit tryin ghost!!
u whitest of the most!.....LOL!!!

KKJ sound like a radio station wit static//Yo' lyrics don't add up so they laccin the mathematics//I guess 2% is the percentage of the "dude" he really is//When he jus' another Stan fan candy ass of eminem(m&m)//So you need to checc yo' percentage//I'm here to finish what Tweezy started and I'll murk the 98% of yo existence//Fo' instance//I'll rip yo internal//So forget the vest for yo' chest but I suggest you cop one for your soul//And King Killer is only hurtin himself//Go bacc to porn and masturbate cuz u the onlee one feelin yo self//But at least King J get mo buttz then ashstrayz//Which is why he strayz from the sole fact that he'z gay//You don't want me to pop these slugz at you fake copy thugz//Thinkin u gon take the fame from the text game and go to schoo Populah//So KKJ yo lyrics need to be erased and dumped//Put your lips to yo fist so you can spit a real punch//And fo' Milky I don't waste mah time on fakerz//Sit yo ass at the bacc of yo class you jus' a spectator//And fo tweezy do what you do and murder these foo'z//They can't handle you//they probably blowin each other out like candle'z "dude."//Alright lil uce//One!

I SOUND like static?? ur readin you cant hear!//ur rhymes are a fuckin wreck cuz nigga u cant stear//
thinkin u got lines when u cant even switch gears//
readin my raps will have ur grown ass in tears//
its like reality shows im a fACTOR of ur fears!
nigga im legendary u just a myth u aint for real//
quit rappin about heat cuz nigga u aint coppin steal!
come up on tha post and slobin tweezy's dick for a meal
nigga i bet you wanna blow me like a candle
you a fagget u get more dick then u can handle
but u know ur mathematics so u didvide em all up
multiply the cum difference then drink it from a cup
you'll end up like "MLB" and avoid bein shown
for tryin to clown on tha King and take the throne
we all know by the way u spit that yo ass is grown
its all good nigga u dont gotta leave me alone
cuz all ill do is continue to response to it
u cant be the best nigga im use to it
and nigga dont act like u shut me down
cuz all u started was lyrical battle ground!

we all know 2% is a faker/its all good though we'll let him be the rhyme taker(make up ur own shit 2%, you act like we havent seen any of the other flows on this site!)

Now 2%, its been a while since you've posted// cuz you know yo azz got burned and toasted// you jus like tha dairy cheese, you get smoked like a hot melt// you should be on commercialz sayin "GOT MILK!?// youre so white that youre whiter than rice beanz// i'll put you out so cold, you'll turn into ice cream// put a cherry on yo top and let tha gay nigguhz eat you// why you still flowin if you already knew i beat you!?// sticc to bein a preppie while i stay at mah own stylez// either that or you anotha case of tha X-filez// cuz i'll cracc yo head like tha cracc of tha dawn// police aint searchin for you cuz they glad when you gone// youz a pussy nigguh, you scared to come out when its dark// you aint from tha streetz, you str8 from tha skate park!!!!!!.......lol!!!!

Static is da type of shit nobody listens to//
If u was a real lyricist you'd really understand it too//
U ain't even Hip-Hop you dumb chump//
Even if you taped a page of Vibe to your side and then jumped//
I'll treat you like mah new ride//
When I copped it I done redone da insides//
Talkin bout I'm grown like it really matters to lyricist//
FYI i'm 18 and mah lyrics is so heaven sent//
I'm tellin you dawg i'm nothin nice//
I'll cut off yo head so that you've gone through circumcision twice//
Mah fine linez and rhymes is enough to make dat bass pump//
Put a nine in tha bacc of your mind to watch your face jump//
And why you always talkin acts of nigguhz bein Homo'z//
You prolly' got nigguhz rammin you harder than Sonny Bono//
You'z illiterate so I suggest you be introduced to a dictionary//
You prolly can't read to go practice wit a game of Pictionary//
And tha onlee person I'm blowin is your girl when she come home wit me//
Which is the reason why she needs a new pair of ovaries//
It'z da Myth It's like I'm too tyte to be true//
Like I'm Zeus and mah LYRICtricity bolts will electrifry you//
Mah rhymes was raised and brought up out of tha streets//
You watch fear factor and get your lyrics from watchin' too much TV//
I'm so obscene while yo style is obsolete//
Keep copyin and pastin off of da links of Sesame Street//
And the onlee time you King is when you play a game of checcahz//
Talkin bout legendary you in da Underground nigguh//
And Tweezy be mah brother that'll smother your whole clique//
And your lyrics is like a box of Trix cuz Trix are for kidz//
To let you know mah nose flowz better than you//
Cuz I'm so Ill and if you think you sicc this is a rememdy for you!//

HollaBacc@yoBoy!
One!

Nigga my flows aint static
u a myth u aint real
u faker than silicone and glads plastic
my rhymes is whicked like black magic
u 18 but flow like u 10 its so tragic
i lack mathematics but nigga lets see you add it
nigga u cant!cuz u oversiezed wit a bunch of foriegns
my flows split yo dome, now we see blood pourin
im strait scorin/ on every post
you 50% myth and 50% gost
so that means you 100% fake comin up on the page for ur bro as a host
and ur bro aint runnin no cliques at no skoolz
this nigga hangs wit 2% and other white foolz!
nigga u aint nuttin nice???nigga i aint nuttin nice!
ill cut yo brain in half so u could think twice
my flows slice and dice they got u like benzino spillin beans and rice
you just a cluts
thinkin u won but i gotta killa clutch
i flow/u rhyme about puppets and such
whats that? i thought u was 18?
more like 8 in a half/"King Killa J" nigga jus feel my rath!

I got this nigguh shook he repeatin himself//
I'm tellin you dawg that I'm bad for your health//
You could never burn a nigguh ask anybody readin yo shit on they screen//
The onlee time you burnin' is when you startin to pee//
And why you gotta always gotta contradict yo shit//
Sayin that I was grown and now I'm goin to Ten?//
You stupid ass nigguh jus sticc to cybersex//
KKJ did cybersex and started puttin tha keyboard up his ass//
Who you think you gon diss wit them bubble gum linez of yo'z//
Mah lines raised in tha streets while yours sound like they was raised from a foster home//
Talkin bout splittin domes Is that all you got//
I'll splatter your brain so I can scatter your thoughts//
So come on dawg I'll slap you silly//
You'll be missin a Left Eye like T-Boz and Chili//
And once I get it out they socket//
put mah d!cc up in tha shit so know mah sh!t brain knoccin//
Tryin to say that you scorin for erry post//
B!itch where's your score so whacc that you scorin your own//
And you'z 50% Dumb and 50% Ass//
Which officially makes you a 100% Dumb Ass//
And Did I ever bring up anything bout mah brother runnin any cliques//
It's like you don't know the difference between a dicc and a clit//
I said he'd smother your clique so scroll up//
Dumb ass nigguh get hooked on phonics for your own sake bruh'//
and how tha fucc you gon quote mah rhymez//
It coo's I"m staccin cash while you niccle and dimez//
Slice and Dice?! I'll get into confetti//
Wit 2 micheties that'll be ready to start the festivities//
And then at the end you went to 8 and a half//
You weak you need to use numbers to help yo rhymes man?!//
rath is not even a word so checc yo spelling//
You must mean wrath but really I ain't feelin nuthin//
It's tha truth kid you don't want it with this//
I get's through you like a reenactment of matrix//
I spit'z only da truth in tha lyric
It's so historic that mah name is in hieroglyphics//
Go ahead and rhyme, but you've lost just consider me christmas carole's future ghost//
This is my battle im the host and now its your turn to D!CK ride my whole post//

Holla@yoNigg!
One!

Now there kid, i dont run wit no wigguh clique cuz you kicc it wit milkz too//
i roll independent and i'll fucc up yo whole crew//
i know how do eatin nigguhz down south//
i'll slit ya throat so that youll have two mouthz//
one for succin dicc and tha otha for smokin//
so when you succin, you wont have problemz chokin//
i thought yo sorri azz knew that i stay tha siccest//
you stay lower than nutsaccz, even a midget'z//
im a nigguh str8 from tha islandz//
thats why when i come thru and see yo azz hidin//
So lay off tha saccz and get wit them cucciz//
tha only blood pourin is comin out yo mamaz pussy//
and when you see that shit, that shit makez you laugh//
cuz she got more periodz than there is paragraphz//
and you know her pussy got tha ugliest look//
she got way more than paragraphz, she bleed tha whole book//
i got people sayin to you "YOURE IN TROUBLE YOU!!!"//
How you bringin yo rath if you forgot tha "W"......

one!!!!

niggaz is brothers and tryin to double team
i bet yall niggaz be suckin fo eachothers cream
2 on 1! i diddnt think i was ready,but ya'll rhymes wouldnt be sweat if ya called em little debbie
thats right nigga my cakes get to tha cap pealin
look where i made the holes and say "wheres the cream fealing?" nigga im hot from my toes to tha ceiling,
but yall niggaz is still hatin
cant get no coochie so yall stuck masterbatin
you clown on my rhymes,but u was rappin about cereal
it seems to me u runnin out of lyrical material
nigga im "imperial"!u prolly gonna look that word up
and try to clown/you know what i meant by "wrath" nigga c'mon now!
ya'll wanna peer edit and revise every line i write
fuck ya'll niggaz ya'll aint THAT tyte
my flows are colorful and bright
ya'lls are dark and grey
i got niccles and dimes and still makin yall niggaz pay
niggaz get the picture read my lyric scripture
"eastcoast style" nigga get the picture
niggaz u need to realize that this "whole battle" i own it!
beat u wit a camera for "60" seconds now thats a kodak moment......ONE!!!!

Even though we brothers we ain't tryin to double team//
It's jus' we tha onlee one'z left and your sorry ass needs retiring//
And the onlee time we double teamin' is when we wit your Mom'z//
She'z a fine piece of machine we had to run her into overtime//
So I advise that you step son//
Before I fucc your mom'z and make you mah stepson//
Which make's Tweezy your Uncle//
He seems like your Uncle already cuz he already lyriclly punked you//
And how the hell you gon' bring little debbie cakes to diss me?//
When it was a sorry ass punchline and didn't make sense so it remains a mystery//
I have mo punches then Ali'z History//
While you get mo diccs then fags in Locc down facilities//
So you say you hot from the Toe'z to tha ceiling?//
It must be from mah lyrics that you feeling//
And you probably got heat in your head so I guess you mad//
It's not mah fault I'm hotter then Hell'z thermostat//
The closest you'll ever come to being an emcee//
Is when you check the mic during school assemblies "check check 1, 2, 3.//
Talkin bout losin' lyrical material of talkin bout cereal//
What tha fucc is lil' debbie why you goin' bacc to dissin you?//
And I ain't hatin jus got to reveal tha truth to yo face//
KKJ masturbates moanin and groanin his own name//
Imperial?! Is that the biggest intellectual word that you could come wit?//
Nigguh I'm "insurmountable" which is something far too great especially to you, kid//
Nobody is editin or revising every line you write//
I'm jus educatin yo ass so you can come correct the next time//
And maybe I can help by splittin yo' brains in half one at each side//
So I can throw away the left and give you the RIGHT mind//
So your lyrics are bright and colorful sort of like a rainbow//
Which symbolizes gayz and in your lyrics they already show//
Mine fa'certainly is Dark and Grey//
It's like I polluted your whole post wit is why the background color is GREY//
So you is a nickel and dime rhymah and wantin us to pay//
You have to ask yourself, How Did You Get Them Nickle and Dimes In The First Place?!//
So you'z a fuccin foo Claim you a Eastcoast dude//
Lyrics so whacc I bet yo Homies claim they don't know you/
So you'z a photographer too? damn you talented dawg//
Not! You take pictures of your Mom and develop em' to start Jaccin off//
So it takes you 60 seconds to take a picture I guess//
I create Kodak Moments wit yo Mom'z in a split of a split second//
And really dawg you don't own shit, but sh!t//
That's all yo lyrics is and belongs in the septic//
Nigguh took a while fuccin 40 hours and 19 minutes//
That's a lot of time to write it and then come home and type it, bitch//
And how come I spit a whole heap of bars while you come wit a paragraph//
So I guess yo lyrics jus a candy BAR, cuz I already CRUNCHED your ass//
You'll never win a battle against the Mind of Mine//
It's like tryin to describe color to a Man who was born Blind!

Hollah_Bacc!
One!

KKJ, tha only time we double team is when yo mamaz in a thong//
and tha only cream feelin you get is outta ding-dongz//
Now weak is "common" in yo linez//
You got tha "common" but wheaz tha "sense" in yo rhymez//
Yo teeth is only thang of yoz that stay colorful and bright//
if we'z hatin, then whatz tha point of tha website//
and them big diccz, you jus cant seem to resist em//
Sky was tha limit for whacc but you done pass tha solar system//
i thought you would land up on Marz but you aint got a penis//
So matter of tha fact is, yo azz landed on Venus//
You winnin a battle is when youre only dreamz//
i slice ya into halvez so that you can a partner for tag teamz//
And yo rhymez is somethin that i'll diminish it//
How you gonna win a battle if you dont know how to finish it!?//
Nigguh you aint hot enuff to melt cheese//
Howz you hot to tha ceilin when tha heat dont pass ya kneez!?, HUH!?

HA!one!

KKJ you need to give up, go elevate your game. Myth, nice punches brother, stay up.

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