Illest Hip-hop Punchlines

I’m married to carrying chrome
I’m married to chasing the paper even if it’s running quick as Marion Jones
I’m wearing a Smith & Wesson like it’s part of my dress code
I’m 'dressed to kill' that’s why they call it a 'wardrobe'.

-Crooked I - Hood Near You (from the Westcoasanrostra Mixtape)

Dunno why Crooked I keeps talking bout killing and f**kin the police.He's never positive.



"Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause (yay)
And by the time you all catch on, I'ma end your career
And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on!"


Eminem - Nuttin' to do

Eminem and Royce teared sh*t up on that track

you can ask beevus I get nothin butt head, -Big L

@hardballer
That's probably the scariest thing i have ever heard in a long time.

your reign @ the top was short like leprechauns
cos i crush so called willies, thugs and rapper dons,
get on that ass think fast like ramadan
its the rap phenomenon. DON DADA

The birds they say i gotta way wif wordss,
i be like babygirl i like them curves,
if u not busy tonite then we can swerve,
am a bachelor babe fuc.k wot you heard


50 cent (i kno u like my style)

Young nigger let me know when you die
will your heart feel pain watching as your mother cry
or will your homies ride
or will they all get high and talk about how you died

Tupac: Lil homies

Ok you a goon but wots a goon to a goblin 
Nothing, NOTHING, u aint scaring nothin 
on some faggot bullshit 

Encouraging you to yell,
Order men to tie you to the top of ya your cell
While I stab you in the navel with a quill
Asking you who’s ill, trying to break your will
Spinning a wheel, lower you down knee first on nails
Make you shit yourself, witness the smells
Picture an anal I.V. feeding you poisonous liquidus gels.. . . . . . .Canibus

Yo, I`m hardcore/Cumshot right in his wife`s face
He`s soft porn/He held hands on the first date
When he was making records like `I Need Love`/
His homie Cornell was givin it to him up the butt/
Plus I heard Simone was a high school slut/
And she learned how to fuck/ before she knew how to cuss/. . . . . .Canibus(LL Cool J Diss).

fakers are dissing me to get near me
  rugedy baba{indeed modenine is dissing to get near him}

I make music to make you sick of fake music,hate music
Like devil worshipping Satan music
So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's, and your Haysuses
Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix
Try to stop it but you can't do it
A whole generation of kids blowing out their fucking brains to this
Kurt Cobain music
Students converted to 'caine users
As soon as they heard it
Went out and murdered and main to it
What's your name,


Eminem------------Devil's night

All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Notorious-------Suicidal thoughts

This song shouldn't have been remixed and that Bob Marley stuff infused in it.My opinion though!

Rap music is an ART. . . . . . . .It's either you get it or you don't. . . . .
The way Eminem speaks tongue-in-cheek, flips a verse and lay out his multis seamlessly is priceless.
Anyone who pens lyrics would know how difficult it is to intertwine multis in few words.
Shit is fucking hard.

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Insanity? can't it be vanity,
where's the humanity
In havin' a twisted fantasy
With an arm and leg amputee

Two weeks in Brighton, i ain't enlightened
Biting into a fuckin' vicodin like i'm a viking
Oh lightening is striking,
Might be a fuckin' sign i need a psychic

Melting like Son of Sam
so please understand there's no gun in hand
Where's the thrill in a hunt there's no fun in that
Here I come with axe

Once I get on two hits of ex my disc slips and disconnects
'till I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still shit on the first bitch that disrespects

I know I'm a bit flaky- but they make me
It's they who hate me and say they can takee
It's they whose legs I break and make achey
It's they who mistake me make me so angry. . . . . . . .Shit On U(Eminem/D12).

Listen to 313?I am the reason the word track Stan was recorded 

My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity,
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he's acting soft and he cowers,
he better come cleaner than Jay Rue jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing,
you could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's,
skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's
Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone
relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks of fellow follower's singers
you couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers

Eminem----------313

if i ever do live to be a legeng i'ma die a sudden death
5 mics of the sauce they're holding my f**kin breath
but i suffocate for the respect
then i breath to collect my fucking cheque
eminem say what you say



i'm feelin like a pregnant b***h the flows ain't comin
        me (clipsy)