Bring it you bitch!//any mutha fuka can battle me//
i battle teams//dont give a fuck ima murder dreams//
a murder scene//lyricly shot you in the sternum gee//
burn'm gee//now you pussy's scared to returna me.
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Stop,EVERYbody look school back in,or so we'll pretend so he can have his moment to shine.You done deliverin weak schoolgirl rhymes.As a of fact I got to holla at ya moms,ask her she'll tell you I'm a real lyrical angel,demon and Don.you mad cause I like the way my Dick touch the tip of tounge.I'll say it like I said before,I'm great like Jigga,naw I'm untouchable like Biggie,Pun and Pac.sucker mecee please stop.
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oh no weve got another mutha fucken Homo//with no flo//
faggot little rhymes eating nuts ho//im all pro//you havent got the rhymes to detect you//the rapping school wouldnt even accept you//infect you//dialects straight thru the neck fool//ill fuck a school girl all up in her ass to//is that you//standing there like a statue//bring it on bitch i got you scared to react true!
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Come true,dog don't you be gettin mad cause in order to pass the class you had to play your professors skin pipe,that's right now you walkin round lookin sad and mad cause you got a milk mustache.You worked really hard to get that A and pass that class.Here homie let me give it to you straight you are now a victim of lyrical assult and rape.now you nave been properly blessed by the lyricl demon,nigga stop screamin.Class dismissed.see you tomorrow,class begins at 8:00.
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now u wanna rape me//get your mind of my ass//keep your mind on the raps//stop giving head to the class//you little faggot!//maggot mutha fuka delete you//send a lyric to beat you//Maddus bout to defeat you//take your lips ofa the dick bitch!// time to compete fool//bring it mutha fuka// take it back to the ol skool//you just a nerd faggot bitch nobody knows you//Maddus bout to expose you//all alone in the classroom always at the computer//fucken penis abuser//i know your fucken type bitch// i know your a loser!
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Once again I see I'm have to bless ya.Lyricism at it's best.you wanna play gangsta the i'll bring it to you,take my bullets throw 'em at to put them threw you.You think I'm done i'll take ya spleen use it for bubble gum.You want battle ya on moms want reconize you when I done.You just mad cause you can't fuck it.I'm hot you not,you just another bitch in the hood thats gone have to hear my gun cock,reaction time 3 seconds,by then ya body locked and dropped.Now you wanna scream for ya mama and jesus.Beggin screamin and pleadin for your life.ya moms sisters and girl, my bitch,hoes and wife.Sorry dog thats life it's just sad that yours had to end cause you wanna be bitch acttin triff Now go sit in the corner and think about your actions BITCH
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i got you all frustrated//coz you readit and hated//little bitch mastubating//got you mad and you fadding//devastating when you know that your a lyrical loser//im the master and tutor/you came to skool and i skooled ya///got no need for a tool//this fucken battle is thru//first rule of battling bitch you always stay cool//bitch you lose!
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You Talkin bout gettin violent,if thats the case dog you lost,in the beginning you all upset cryin throwin temper tantrums,cause Lyrically I raped you barred,roped and gaged,then you lame to talkin bout masturbation and got the problem?Naw dog you had the problem,I solved it.Truly you lost,thats right on this page I'm the king and I'm the boss,you just a hoe I use for entertainment purposes,learn your place don't step out again. Lyricist from the A
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get the message!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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teddibitch// aint you sick of sucking a dick// your style is shit// you havent got the lyricks to spit// your pathetic// yeah mutha fuka i said it// dont forget it// all your pussy liks bout to get wetted// youll regret it // if you think youll ever defeat// the Maddus freak// crying your bitch ass to sleep// you lyricist from the aniss// admit it bitch// im the greatiss//like mac 10 said// you can tell by the haters// im sick of your shit// we thru bitch// scandaliss trick// dont follow me // dont call me// get the fucken message!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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YOU Pullin out to bad you can't cause you got my dick in ya mouth.If there was ever any doubt,I've made it real clear,you runnin away while i'm still here,shakin,shiverin in fear,yes,yes my dear you started something you can't finish,you've created a problem you can't handle, I've raped you for your lyrical innocence,now he stuck havin nightmares about battlin me,at it shame that I had to put this nigga torest,never the less he ehs professed that he fuck with me,so now officially it's done,ya punk ass just wishin you won,I told ya before ya fuckin with a don.
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youre shivering and shaking yes yes my dear// faggot mutha fuka i knew you were queer//pitifull fukn lyriks// i told you// you cant spit bitch!// thats only one reason that i left the fukn message// i saw youre little battle wit the hassan don// second rule of battling dont bite and respond// for it wont be long// till the sight knows you a faker// bitting my shit try'n ta get a little greater// but you know the first rule// i always stay cool// bitch get of my grip stand on your own two//stay calm cool collected// think your ass respected// neglected to mention you bit that shit bitch//say what you fukn like// i caught your ass bitch//you aint bitting from me no more this class dasmissed!
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Lets get somethin straight I don't bit I create,you just mad you can't be,can't beat me, never have, never will.nigga I'm just that raw and ill,you just mad you can't have my skills,you the type of cat that get ancy,scared and worried.talk about bittin cool,calm collected you got that from me,you jus lookin for bitch way out the battle,don't run battle me,shiverin and shakin yes,yes thats my line,don't try and take it,I made it a hot line,These young cats make me sick,talkin bout me bitin they shit,when it's this bitch here ridin my dick,mad cause I'm better thinkin he got clit,Get off my dick,this beef's over trick.
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Now youre stuttering// and youre shit dont rhyme// Teddi bitch you really are a waste of my time// read the fukn battle be true to yourself// you know i got the flo and you needin some help// youre in danile// thinking youre a lyrikal king// but youre in my back round where them bitches sing// you mad and you stumble// you scared and you crumble// you dont even rhyme// you lyrikly fumble// i luv the fukn battle but youre technique shit// bring it to me when you think youre style is set! next bitch
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Is it me or you just jealous,getting angry and over zealous,nigga if you want me to I"ll fuckin spell it,yes yes I delt it,a lyrical assanation to bullets into his belly,now he stuck shakin like jelly,he so scared I got'em wearin pink singin like nelly,"undeley undeley teddi E.I E.I uh oh I'm a bitch tonight",so nigga stop acttin triff,as for your flow,nigga I'm twice as nice,bitch shut your mouth and sit back on the bike,as far as this battle goes thats it for your carrer & your life.
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teddi this aint no rhyme.you dont deserve it.i just read no rhyming teddi. you asking another mutha fuka to battle me for you?.what the fuk?all that shit i said in my rhymes was just battling.but i mean this shit teddi.you a weak weasel mutha fuka.disgrace to the game teddi fucken who dont remember the
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Weak that shit was lame,as amatter of fact compared to me you a dame.I not even goning to spit at you,you getting mad cause I won't come and chill with you.Now I'm officially ending this battle,I'm give you your bitch papers scadttle
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Inever asked for help,check the board they said anyone who don't like grave digga and hasson holla at me,they ganged up on me I got help.you Ihad you on lock,so twist up the facts allyou want you just abitch scared to battle
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now thats its ova
I spit ova ya shoulda
two niggas talk shit clips come ova ya shoulda
two fingas to tha skys for my boy nick
rest in peace
im next ta least
Nick why wouldnt I rep for you and tha streets
these fake m c's take I V's
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I eat rhymes like your's fo' breakfast chew 'em up spit 'em out they ain't even worthy to be in my mouth I make niggaz break down like broken glass wit' dem' rhymes I bet even elmo could rip yo wack ass talkin all that shit nigga what's da' deal mickey mouse could rip you and he ain't real I rip wack emcees like you nigga fo' breakfast don't ask fo'no food cuz' yungslugga is selfish bustin' niggaz up at the top of da' dome makin' niggaz that think they can step up they headed right back home. MIDWESTMAFIA REPRESENITIVE FOOLS
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i will beat you up like breakfast and spit you out
nigga this is not something you have to give it a second doubt
after i eat your rhymes out i dont want to see any pout
nigga it no fright in my game
nigga you know all your shit is just lame
dont plead to j after i give you this pain
remember this is j
after i rise you will pay
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gay wizzy// what the fuk you talking about// only thing you gonna beat is a dick in your mouth// gay wizzy// you must be fukn dizzy today// cos youre rhymes are shit dizzy// all simple and plain// better change youre mentality// this is real reality// fucka use some profanity// so i know you can battle me// simple sucker! // little bitch // plum plucker// put my dick in your moms ass when i fuk her// Bring it on bitch // for real // come proper// you wanna be emcee baby hip hopper!!!!
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bitch you can suck a dick my boy antown says he licks. anyone who wants some come to antown and he will bring some!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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i dont where you think you at \
with those rhymes people going to think your wack\
but your p.i.m.p means pompin/international/man/privately
but for me it /people/internationaly/mires/pimpin
why yall still in with yall mother's lickin
whil i had you sister out there trickin
aint no problem with me
remember this is wizzy
holla
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Mrs Maddus you must be mad if you think you a murder scene
I was there and you were green, or atleast while your head was out the sink
Bring what bitch, a team, when you shake and scream when battlin just lil o me
And what about my pussy not returnin, I talked to the bitch and she thinks its just not worth it to Watch maddus get Murdered the first time my name pops up in this forum.
I know when you hear this your gonna wanna respond,but dawg, you waisting your time trying to log on.
Alright here are the basics, you'll never be a rapper and you need to face it, so if a stranga ask why you didn't make it, don't beat around the bush just say it "It was Nameless"
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Bitch you must be crazy thinkin you got any talent//you wanna be a rapper//dont know how your gonna manage//you nameless and you gameless//trick you need to get a clue//you aint a fuking nobody//no one remembers you//all the shit you spitting commin str8 outta your aniss//dont fuk around// youll get beat down//chalk lines on the pavement//dont even bother to respond//your not worth a statement//and if you do decide to spit//you need to work on placement//your not really any good//my rhymes are being wasted//fuck it man//your just a bitch//hardly worth the effit//id usually call you gay or fag//but THEY might get offended//man your just like dogshit//your ugly and you stink//next time you wanna battle me you better stop and think//youre an amateur//just a learner wanting fame//IM MADDUS MUTHA FUKA DEEPER THAN THE GAME!
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blah blah blah you keep saying the same shit
you cant repeat yourself and expect to be famous
Why do they call you Maddus, is that your title
or are you mad that you best rap couldn't pass American Idol
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