i delete rappers like a delete button, siten in this seat cuzin, niggas thank they lyrical but who is more lyrical than me cuzin, see im gone rip a verse to tha day i depart, lyricaly not many can touch'em cause i throw more hooks than jabar, i play rappers like tha radio, they not even in my radeo, deliver hits like caowl brady yo, im slim but not real shady bro, and i got more hair than a fuck'n 70's show, crayon let me see tha new king of tha throne, and see if he can spit better than me off of tha dome, cause i don't write i would just pull a jay-z and freestyle a damn song, but anough of this i stick to tha mic like a crack fen when he's high, what ever you do don't forget who is tha king of all rhymes,
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ur a maggot i'll squash u 2 bits/ get a bra coz ur heavy chest got bitch tit's/ wanna play or wanna fight/ i'll do dis again/ fucked ur bitch up da ass and handed her 2 my friends/ she woz useless/ dats wot i told ur mum lastnight/ i shoved my dick in her mouth/ she moaned u no how 2 do rite/
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I got maks guaranteed to hurt U/
with 4 shells in it like da ninja turtles/
Son U dont want it my flow is nice/
I make ya chik catch balls like Jerry Ric/
Im hot, I can tell U not dat sick/
I dont construct but I still move dem bricks/
Man, dont act like U gon jumphard/
I keep metal all around like I be in a junkyard/
Da heat it still torch ya block/
Your times up homie, no need 4 u 2 look for a clock/
Yep, im so ill, dawg ya flow sorry/
I keep catridges like sega and atari/
Beef on, da boy a clap U/
And have dis nigga face unda water like he bobbin 4 apples/
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so i ask for tha best, and they give a nigga "fanesse"...
ha..ha..and he's a female, this nigga couldn't buy a verse if he was retail, and boy does he smell, like a beach nigga all you will see is shells, man i eat through rymes like a burga, to you they a hurdle, my rhymes so sick nigga flow make you hurle, i'll even twist yo shit make'n yo fuck'n face greener than a ninja turtule, bitch my words shock like tazers, cut nigga like razors,my words turn heads
like pages, i advance my skills like stages,you win thats out rages,
man some body come with some comp
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my mind spins verbs//then i spit words//drop a rhyme like//if was on the lime light//my shines bright//made ya eyes blind//is it my time//cant stop spittin made the floor wet//keep hip hop to my mind kept//my words are hot i bet//trip u up in ya next step//squeeze the words out of my brain//it may be hot or it may be off the chain//my mind still unchanged//dat im lyrically gifted in named//broke two syllabes//am i dat lyri....cal//make it criti..cal//warnin//make ur feet warmin//u not toasted yet//now i think slowly yet//my brain rhymes faster than ur homies set//i spit rhymes//my own kind//of poetry//made shit rhyme//made lost time//by glowin B//stay tru to my rhyme i never say i rap//dis is my line what do u say to dat//
//IF U DONT KNOW IT//I AINT A RAPPER//IM A POET//
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crayon, this is for your second grade ass.
yo,
crayon imma end this like spread veteran-deseases//
ya wont survive dis damage even if ya put trust in-jesus//
nigga write his royal lines as if they were somethin good to-read//
but the more sh*t yo write the worst yo lyrically-bleed//
ya-need experience cuz its obvious that yo skills still a-virgin//
the only opponent ya beat is ya penis and still no-excitement emergin//
Take fags like Proddy Moddy, drill straight through crayon's brain's core//
Bloodstains pour from the torn frame of this slain whore//
I'm the proof of stunning, burning you like Jews in ovens/
I'll bring 'blind people' along to show crayon his 'views' mean nothing//
Snap ya neck into two, I ain't holding back like armless chiropractors//
you've 'evolved' beyond 'wack' more than 'technology for Hybrid Smackers'//
Your lines a fradulent, your just a dick without the testicles//
Been f**ked over more times then teens at R.Kelly Festivals//
dirty known for text spits Viking hex, strikin' newbies and vets//
'crushin' crayons ass' faster then a 'gang of slaves' tryin' step on the deck//
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man pleas crayon flow sicker than aids, "ditry dawg" who?? man im deplicting ya cage, you ain't a mc your a cm, crack moncher just for tha metal stim, see i freeze people like bobby tha ice man, bitch you rap febule your not even nice man, whit half yo shit make'n as moch sence as fifty, yo rhymes is piss pore or better yet ya just shitty, oh, no, because my names crayon he trying to say that im kiddie, ya raps me so board just readn'em i caught a splinter, by tha way dog i seen better raps on tha blank piece of paper from this printer,
tha dawg has left tha biulding who is next?
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I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS FIVE I N PRIMARY SCHOOL I USE TO EAT CRAYONS LIKE THEY WERE ALIVE,PRESS THEM UP AGAINST THE HEATER JIST TO WATCH IT MELT I ALWAYS WONDERED HOW
IT FELT,SMELT,I GOT IT ALL OVER MYSELF ,I GOT HOME AND WAS WHIPT WITH THE BELT UNTILL MY
SKIN WHELT,JIST TO LET YOU KNOW I STILL FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT THE CRAYON.
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I STARTED IN THE 02 ,BATTLES WITH THE OLD SCHOOL,KICKED MYSELF CAUSE I COULDNT MAKE
SENSE OF WHAT I HAD TO DO,FREESTYLE MY WAY THROUGH MY OWN JUNGLE,WON A COUPLE THEIR LOST ONE HERE,BUT I KEPT MY CHIN UP,GOT DISSED CAUSE I COULDNT KEEP MY LINES UP,
AND STILL CARRIED ON,MY JOURNEY ON SKILL HAD JIST BEGUN.ITS 04 NOW AND IVE BEEN STEPPING OUT CATS SINCE THEN,ON THE STREET I MIGHT ADD,KICKIN DUDES TELL EM TO GO GET
THEIR PADS,YOUR NOW FUCKING WITH A NEW MAN,AS FOR MR.PISTOL YOU COULDNT PACK ME WITH ENOUGH LED TO POP CRYSTALS,THINK IM GARBAGE IF WE MET IN THE STREETS I'D CYPHEN
EVERYTHINK YOU GOT RECYCLE IT AND SPIT A COMBINATION OF UNRECITED .
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PISTOL PUNK PIST HIS PANTS ,PRAYING FOR HIS BLADDER TO QUIT PUMPING,TO MUCH FUID IN THIS WATER GUN HE NEEDS TO BE DRIED IN THE SUN,URINE STAIN FROM THE BACK TO THE FRONT.WET LIKE SOME OLD SMELLY CUNT,OH..OLD SMELLY JUNK?YOU MAKE ME WANNA BUY YOU SOME NAPPIES,OR A RUBBISH BIN TO PUT YOUR SELF IN.
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Now Im startin to see/its about time we witness some true emcees/ I aint on the next man nuts/ but finally some competition to crush/ yeah I said it so what that do now/ Its my time and Im taking yuh crown/and I dont need to King/ but most on here is some freestyle queens/Whats good to my boys in h town on that lean/ coming through jammin that screw nah mean/ Im on this board and Im at the top of the chain/ Like Pac said Im bringing the pain/ I flow like a womans monthly/ with that said How could you ever touch me/ Dont get it well let me clear it up/ Im as natural as that water in the cup/ So in other words this here nothing/ yall dudes on here is straight huffin/Im all rap/ I am hip hop/ never question my love you flip flops/ jake cops/ I know yall snitchin/ pinked sheets lipsticked out you straight bitchin/ I knew you was soft I could tell you was homo/ hermorphidite a dude with a clit/ Im end this here with a big ole suck my dick
(round 1)
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im tired of all these fake dotcom thugs/niggas live on the keyboard and aint neva touch a slug/i bet i'll show dem niggas bout fucking wit me/cuz funerals cause money but the lake is free/and these fake cats out here like they spitting that thunder/only hot once a year like ya name was summer/and the bad thing is i dont really care about rap/but got niggas asking for more like my lines got crack/and i aint saying im the best or trying to be the boss/but the only nigga badda just happened to die on a cross/and i give props to the real rappers on this website shit/but i wish the rest of u pussies would just stop and go find a dick/covering up weak flows wit those long ass words/talking all that hood shit when u live in burbs/and all that gun play man that shit is absurd/
aye man just just wanted to get in that was some bullshit but ya know how it is, no disrespect its all lyrical love here but if u took offense to it then ya probaly one of the weak niggas i was talking about so go head jump out there so i can take a few years off ya career for ya
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Im like the Illest emcee for you to contest/ Im a lyrical killa out on conquest/ so whats next/ should we say round 2/ is it needed that I dominate you/ Im so raw like a brick of caine/ Im numbin yuh senses to get in yuh brain/ no Im not insane/ Im all emcee/battlin me is like a gang fight between stones and gee's/ its Ug-lee/ but I wont stand down/okay mr ringling brothers you's a clown/ Im Cin City but it aint nevada/ but anybody tryin touch me is a laughin matter/ Security can we get em off the stage/ Sweep em up under the rug you've been blazed/ yet you seem amazed/ but you awoke the sleepin beast/ so I have to go all out and just feast/ like Im just released/ from doin a long bid/ or like a pops first time seeing his kid/ its all love that I have for this game/but you computer tough ass dude/ you're unplugged and Im tearin up yuh frame.......
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YO CRAYON YOU STILL PLAYON,OR IS IT THAT YOUR FINGERS HAVE STOP TO GO PUT YOUR DRESSON,YOUR FACE I FEEL I NEED TO PISSON,IT MIGHT BE A MISS ON BUT I GOT MY HEAT SEEKERS LOCKED ON .
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A yo son i heard da cal u fanesse
i bet u be da trick needn a bullet proof ves
dnt try 2 run cuz its my patience u tryn 2 test
2 many nigas out here always tryn 2 be da best
but da not best,da best is me hoe
i done battled many nigas n theres no comp u know
2 many of yal tryn 2 be good
good,trick not n da hood
cuz n da hood we be ready 2 rumble
mess wit family,bitch we be ready 2 rumble
($Money "Matt"$)
fuck wit me I'll have you holy
like da holy bible
I'm da champ up in dis hoe
dat's why I'm takin yo fuckin title
wut you think dat $Money "Matt"$
is just a fuckin scary dude
mess wit me and lyrically
I will come and burry you
I'll leave yo body in the ocean
without a fuckin paddle
you say that you's the champ
yea you da champ of losin battles
I done said
what I done said
You done came
and you done read
you can neva finish me
so please don't go and lose ya head
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