Damnit DCee3TReeT , what's wrong with you?
did someone invent some new marajuana that you chewed?
your rap is all wack and your battle is over,
your talkin' all 'bout yo' ***kin' swagger gaga rover,
In the start you seemed like you had some hope,
but now it just looks like your smokin' dope,
you can't just throw down a rhyme and pray,
you gotta have somethin' that you wanna say.
So go back and climb your ladda and think for a while,
Or stay there forever, bad rapper in exhile.

My phone never rings unless it is on answer machine.

im right above it
flying in the night
so high i can can practically touch the sky
im the girl who can rhyme and spit lines
till my eyes swell up and cry
the games placing my name into fame
i cant complain as long as i smile before i die
im right above it
raw talent on tracks let me express
all my distress and excess
gotta make the best of my success
let bitches witness what they diddnt expect
i was born to grow lips and start humming
drumming rap into my ear till my head was thumping

I've got a laptop in my back pocket.

im addicted to vicious spitting brilliant tricks with lyricism
if you aint feeling this musician snip bitches like its circumsition
words of wisdom clearly aint enough for you to learn my mission
this is sickness ripping and killing your brain cells im picking
each like a fisherman whipping his inches of wood in the sea that your swimming in
all these kids and women wintnessing the imerging of internal rage
im burning every word and page of rules in the rap game today
earning my earnings through merking the souls that are lerking
around the whole where im learning my trade
captive in a passage rapping and planning a savage and ravage attack
on the wack rappers now days
lyrics stuffed in my jeans, show me something or leave
best beleive when your fu*cking with me your rucking with the baddest 155 year old emcee you will ever see
i dont meditate for peace, i elevate and demonstraight how to create pain and urgency
with obsurd words your urging me to certainly react verbally merk you
on a count lyrical murder g

Who is the person with the leather glasses?

Tupacs of eminems for 50 cent, thats ludacris
i can see my friend your new to this
so ima spew some stupid sh!t
ill turn you blue and move you quick
till your eyes are red like a rubix-prick
then ill shoot cupid with my mood swing stick
so she punches the f*uck outta you and your b!tch

I don't have time for this so I will have to do it right now and spend hours on it.

im practically packaging a massacre of savagery
attacking g's and emcees with exact rap vocabulary
dont stand and pee
this is the beginning of the rap fanatic oh so savage and ravage
compacked whole package to keep you captive coz you cant manage
the language im happily rapping with anguish
dont stand and panic
grab the static and react with a average rapping
lyrically your crap
and to be frank you lack the whole device
to stand and fly like a real poterguist
i gotta load of guys willing to poke a knife
straight throught your vocal pipe
what you say is just a load of hype
and what you spray on mics is just a load of shite
im hoping tonight
you can witness
this animal / lyrical canibal
infact maximul rap admirable
i know i spit
and your girl definently does swallow
so go and wallow in your self sorrow until tommorow
and maybe we can speak on the same level as Em and lotto
mono y mono
bravo
you followed gonzo into a christmas grotto
and watch jolly nick grope his d!ck till he shoots a double combo
then sesame pump heat to get him back to street

You are not alone in this world, I just think you are.

its the survival of the fittest im igniting all statistics
and tonight i will be winning when my lyrics rip your vital wishes
like hydroglyphics i posses a story
its like dejavu the cycle just keeps reappearing
are you hearing me whispering when your sleeping
are you feeling me when your speaking
am i the being thats keeping your heart beating
ima criminal slash subliminal lyrical animal
slashing your windpipe
you wont be singing no hyms tonight
minimal sympothy for wannabe g's
thinking their popping heat to feed their family properly
ill have them on there knees being fed constantly
honestly
solomely swear on my colony commonly
known as the bodies of quality
who obviously follow my policy
that the rap game unfortunently
is no comedy so please have some modesty
and wipe of the novelty of chains and hoes
wobbling their bootys probabably self conciously
im the real rap
so dont be comparing me to to mainstream nominees
like lil wayne and his possy of odditys
so compliment me and keep watching me
spit with honesty
but dont compare me to a rapper who looks like mohoganny
with a head full of brocalli

Publicity can cause you to be crazy.

Think You Got The Skills? You Better Open Your Eyes
I'll Split Ya Head Wider Than The Space Between Ya Lines
So Many Chase Raps Yet The Cats Still Around
I Ain't A Vet But In One Verse I'll Put This Dog Down
I'm A Straight Bitch Killer, If You Weak I'll Show It
You The Type Dude That Spit A Beat After Askin To Slow It
Claimin It's Old School But You Just Ain't Slick Like Butter
Ya Verses So Far Apart Looks Like Ya Keyboard Pack A Stutter
You Take This Serious This Is Me Clowning Around
Jus Another Example Of The Dollar Bein Weaker Than The Pound
You Can Reply To This With The Rhymes You Pre-Planned
But After Change Ya Name To Pan Cause Ya Punches Never-Land

Little person, I adore you and you adore me as well. Us two were supposed to be, because little person, you adore me and I adore you as well and I swear I am going to be faithful to you.

Woah man woah,
It be the yung Juicygirl all up in this b!itch
you know if I am hittin it its gotta be tha sh!it
nothing less son
don't mess son
no one can do it better
my flow is cooler than the wheather
so put on on a sweater cuz I be spittin ice burgs,
yo rap is wack
yo ryhms are weak
man you couldn't get back at me iff u was writin this shit for week
cuz i done tore you apart you gunna choke
cuz dude u aint nothin but a joke

JUICY Rhyming mak rap testy
without rhyme rap feels lazy
ur rap sound lik ar convarsation
dat earn got intonation
work on yar formulation
mybe u wil get ar good contruction
gush 4 God sake ur ar fake
maybe a nock on ur sleepin brain wil mak u wake
give a space 4 ur rap crap
b4 u strike wif ur weak rap slap
dnt let me erase ur mamory
read ma name dcee is ar history
b4 u can mak me quit
spit on a bit dat eem mak u hit
mak sure u got da tempo
4 ur info u earn flocooOO
go 2 skul and read mho booco.