you get gun bucked dumb fuk
ye all the rappers say that word you little dumb cnt
NOW what da fuk im in da zone let me get off dis phone,  BITTCH!!!
you have got your own style but don't stick your own sh1t
i think gettin jumped is fun
cuz i don't feel pain man i just get numb
that'll make even the illest emcees pack up an scurry
and i'm talking bout my voice cuz yours just funny
you need to remember this
i swear you'll see the end of this
it's a shame such a solid name had to go to waste
not that i'm surprised cuz you just don't own this place

Cover mi head wif em scarf
grins, then roar em laugh
tot i cud clap 4ya
but ya rap got sickler
i dont rule dis place i own em
in evry thread i leave a trace, to choke ya system
joecool so hydrochloric
you too basic to be acidic
i'm too rich and prefer to be unfamous
coz i aint want puss=is like u to kal mi jesus
i run underground, dats where i get down
we cud fun and diss around, bt dont mess around mi town
mi z a poison
kil ya n kil ya cousin

My rhymes are unspeakable they're of biblical proportions.
I gave ya that shape cuz of your mental distortion.
Took portions of ya limbs cuz of ya evil attempts,
Of extortions of my images - man and wife heaven sent.
It's a catastrophe and blasphemy of the versus you dare.
You're just ash to me try and blast at me your replaced like Lilith Fair.
Rare, that someone tests my mental, so it's time that you leave.
Let me bestow some knowledge to you, she's Adam wife before Eve.
Heave yo chest and breath deep see you ain't passing my test.
Grieve, yo death, it's Passover and your merely second best.
See Passover is a time when I spare the first born.
In this hip hop world of punch, you the one that's been scorned.
Torn, lyrical stones pelting to your demise.
Mourn, as your eyes view only up to the skies.
See you tried to reach the top, by building ya Tower of Babel.
I tore it down, cuz you weren't able, now ya story's a fable.
Your decision, for ranting, made me set your condition,
A snake can only coil up in a fetal position.
Wishin' you can speak, but you can't even spit.
I let you wiggle and swish, and gave a tongue you can flick.
I created heards of beasts, across the plains, to set an example,
Just a sample of my power while you dodge all the trample.
More than ample is the contents of my lyrical power.
Ya shoulda never offered forbidden fruits that are nothin' but sour.
Ya hour's up, it's the Second Coming and I'm splittin' the Sea
Red you up, cuz I'm fed up, I summon death on ya V.
Tones of bells from gates of hell, imploding ya cells and ya genes.
Revelations statin' "death to Viper", written Exray 3:16.
Ya time's gettin' closer, it's almost over by the sound of the tolls.
Time to tear at ya existence, I'm not sparing ya soul.
Ya whole existence gone, persistance not strong, ain't no time to console
These lyrics are so fearsome and forbidden, prophets keep em hidden like the Dead Sea Scrolls

I ain't wastin' new spits on yo bitch a$$.

Phew! I had read that slowly
it burned like d sun yet icy
i took d run, didn't care if tis pun, coz tis dicey
i could praiz ya 4dis
but wont let ya sale me wit a kiss
u spit verse like u ar an artillery
cud hold u down n sale mi machinery
even jerks cud know dis shit aint bumkum
above xexin below treesom
angels comin like em sniper
i'm dared, my breast aint even riper
i aint wanna go down there
not coz of fear bt it cud choke mi rap flare
so shud i be askin for salvation
nope, dat wud mean dividin my attention
just show me d direction
i'd find my own way to d mansion
i know the end is crtical
mi lens not even focal
d time tickin, i'm loosin mi vocal
i know its al oozin 4rm spiritual
heard ur fires wud be volcanic
burnin to ashes d skins so satanic
whats my choice,
if even now u can't hear mi voice
i love u mor dan i hate tchu
hope ur angels wudn't xex mi boo
dnt mean no disrespect lord
i'm scared, ur comin makes me bored
u killed my brothers with flood
spare mi merciful God
can't wait to m c shows in heaven
realy wana get fed by a raven
mi wit mi niggers, rappin off ur paradise
angels n jesus clappin like they kilin fire flies
oh now, dont hate me jesus
i'm stil ur bloke dat shit, aint serious
i got plans 2make heaven rock
i betcha if i aint there, it wud sulk

cause when you rap you sound like you should be driven hearses
that's not rap, that's your own bible verses
I'd love to stay an' spit but I got sh1t to do
not gonna dwell cuz you think I ain't got sh1t on you
I dare any of yall ta come at me with your worst
if juicygirl come at me that is noooooooo pissin curse
u don't sleep right cuz it makes noise at night
there's this voice in your head that annoys you right?
sayin shit like nifty and o please
quit sayin sh1t coollorenzo and oh freeze
yall people up in herre ur pretty good
but u sound like you frontin like you come from a pretty hood

oh shi**t i really do think fatfish choked
it doesn't matter cuz a pig's pus**sy poked
take this down and take some notes
i'll show you around and show you tha ropes
i'm juicygirl, my shits tight and sometimes dope
but all you have on tha internet is faith & hope
have faith in yourself, and hope that you win
cuz your mom's fat, how were you born thin
forget that question i know that your young
your gonna end up just like suddam got hung
since your so young i bet you dont know Snorks
but it's not my fault that you still gotta use baby forks
i'm a Pure hood caliber thats comin towards you
just look me up, or jus get a blue's clue
Ya breath steady stinkin smellin like doo doo
i'll hypnotize ya pus**sy just like mewtwo
keep talkin sh**it, see what my crew do
all i gotta say now is SHUT tha fuc**k up and Screw you. no homo,

Hahahah, fatfish, whatchu finkin

mi and juicy battle u alread sinkin

why u so hate yaself

why u wana murder ya dead bone left

if juicy's bullet wud take u to mortuary

i betcha wit mine u aint got no funeral

i know my hood and it aint ghetto

i know urs, coz i'v bin to soweto

who told u, ya white, u phockin albino

heard u mama xexed mi dog while in toronto

9months later, u came quarantind in chicago

so whats ya classin u black white albino toto

fink i didn't know they deported u pronto

back to ya ghetto bases

where u scream n shout for evry mercedes

lucky u, u got a friend to borrow u her internet

too bad, all u do here z to flirt

shez takin it now u z claimin busy

phock u gal, we knw those trick, u parents damn lazy

*catch mi if u can't* lool. Phock u, stop touchn mi pant.


Whorb1tchofaflirt

juicy says im a baby but shes a baby juicy tomato
lorenzo says juicy gon kill me then hes a arseho'
it aint my fault that u both fart loads
and u use it as a bassline to get your carcus known

You guys wasting bars, somebody lay it on a sick beat and lets bump head to the isshh

#thumbsupFatfish

Oh shi*t, look who came outta the Window.
Is that fatfish or fatshit.
What you gon do fatshit?
I will break u in half,
watchin u dissolve makes me laugh
i hate gays, and thats the truth
It's over. you're dead. get a new hobby
You cant jump on this long bus kid, your mind is too slow!

Even if mi standards were low

you already got ya throne below

below the level i flow

u best know u rest no, i take d lead you phockn follow

a b1tch 4rm the ghetto got no future in 2moro

i know u got profession, yea wit a fish

silly vocation coz like JG they die b4 u 'stablish

hahahah, did i hear u say rapaholic

oh please, get a life b1tch_olic

u are just the reason juicygal z juiceless

u strip her like a stripper now shez p=ussiless

got no boobz, as$less, as a lady shez useless

and she raped u 4rm human to a dyin fish

with ha every punchline al u do z diminish

sooner or later shez gona beat u to stupor

ur best bet, death z gona be ya only saviour

take a hike, get a life while u still livin

rapin ha like a dyke gona leav u relinguishin

to her level of non existance

wel, wats ur choice u already lack importance

like her, the world cant wait to celebrate ya demise

if it were just you, jesus wudn't even pay d price

Even if mi standards were low

you already got ya throne below

below the level i flow

u best know u rest no, i take d lead you phockn follow

a b1tch 4rm the ghetto got no future in 2moro

i know u got profession, yea wit a fish

silly vocation coz like JG they die b4 u 'stablish

hahahah, did i hear u say rapaholic

oh please, get a life b1tch_olic

u are just the reason juicygal z juiceless

u strip her like a stripper now shez p=ussiless

got no boobz, as$less, as a lady shez useless

and she raped u 4rm human to a dyin fish

with ha every punchline al u do z diminish

sooner or later shez gona beat u to stupor

ur best bet, death z gona be ya only saviour

take a hike, get a life while u still livin

rapin ha like a dyke gona leav u relinguishin

to her level of non existance

wel, wats ur choice u already lack importance

like her, the world cant wait to celebrate ya demise

if it were just you, jesus wudn't even pay d price

Ian spoke to George on the bus and the driver told them off.

I ain't thinks its an act
They just some wanna be tryin to rap
But yal ain't got tools
Yal ain't gas any man up
So shut up
Before i blow you up
See they found sadam
But they ain't found me
Cuz i'm black and i'm calm
And i ain't a p*ussy
I'm the true african
Alive unlike the head of bin laden
And this bomb on ma chest
Be producin a mess under ya vest

Pirates of da legends
frenemies and fiends

actin like they know me more dan my friends

foes of da heros

judas in christ cloths

rhymin like they'r pros

but their lines ar work of prose

they lost sight, vision gone away

using candle light even on broad day.

They'r rappers and wrappers are common

they'r turned off way before they turn d mic on

new born, forming like they'r don

not yet cooked they fink they'r done

and kan face us dons of d champion

a taste of my coldest relics n they burn

burn to ashes, eye lashes gone in flashes

cant compare to my hyphen much mor my dashes

i look them i laugh off

they formin hiphop actin tough

peacocks spittin rough

like they worth to b in my rice jellof

i knew ya beginin, i'v seen ya endin

u kept ascendin greatly ladders of those descendin

with an ass so rear and visible like a license plate



i'm so hot, i make fire sweat

Fatfish you are good!!

i dont need yah rating, i rate tins
my bars got power, hit you on ur chest
tryna be depressed snatch u from ya vest
hiphop fire i think that you should rest
cos ma bullets all like shooting thru the chest
im the best none theless
my flow cripples emcess like falling from the fence
i arrest the police rapper
ur crap ass lines cant buy me no sweetrapper
u a papa u old men walk out
i got schemes that could put you off like a knockout,
so get the Bleep out,

@fatfish
ur flows are like urine
very bitter like i have seen
u got bars reali much prettier than a queen
you the thing any one opposing you is a tin
ur lines inspire me a hundred times than a film,
i wrote this tin cos ur last rap put me in a dream,
a very good one i mean, lol

@joe

dUdE you AINT got bars you should be in prison
the reason im saying this is for a simple reason
u diss ladies like u the man of the show
wen u aint even got the heart of a man like a dowtrodden hero
boy you zero fat fish and juicy gone drip urine on ya face
i will watch you leak it up, and drink IT UP like that frown on ya face

, JUICY AND FATFISH UPS, COS these joe rapper sounds like dawg
lol

Ya all sound wack 2 me

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