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Bitchiamjay:
I’m skywriting scriptures while you flaps in the breeze/
I drop gems midair, you just squawk for some cheese/

Careente7:
And wtf does fadal know,I’m fatal;hussain knows
Even usain bolt can’t catch this
He’ll lose it
All I need is post nut in your btch; you stupid

MusicMod:
took you this long to carry on /
but i'm still standing tall, Like I'm Helen paul /
I did you rough - just caught you clenching jaw /
Guess what ?,
I'm sick and still sounding bored /😅

MusicMod:
I'll l brag with ease
I'm that good with diss
your face, ruin to see, when I sting like bees
ain't your blood, but I'll fix your niece for free
you'll find me on knees

MusicMod:
In the absence of my childish bars 😞, y'all have became lost lambs.

The pores here are wide now, too wide.

JigsawKillah:
You've got plenty old lines, from 20-0-9
Your face is scary all times, first time I saw a mom condemn her own child

JigsawKillah:
Dumb and lazy girls, aiming for the good-for-nothings
The types who wear bathroom slippers in public and put on stockings

Bitchiamjay:
This thread fell off fr

Aprishyn06:

MusicMod:
Really?

who is this?

a newbie ni**a, b!rd of a brown feather /
go back, come through , write a real letter /
I'm the seal in lit, deal in biz, a Conor finga' /
ya pain like a Mayweather, be a bit bitter /

Aprishyn06:
popping imaginary 9s while I chop you with obituary lines/
I make it align....
from your spine up to the pituitiary gland/

Aprishyn06:
nine pops? blud really thinks I'm 50 Cent/

Well then, 'Hommo' save your tight hug for embracing de@th/

Aprishyn06:
Come at me and you get more than a bruise(brooce)/
Cos if Apri show you the F, then you're an April Fool.

Aprishyn06:
Nasty C Wannabe, but I’m showing you how it's done/
Wait, what’s a bad kids’ show?
Nastynic-kelodeon/
😂😂

mizzyjozywizzy:
30k for winner. 10k each for 2nd and 3rd

mizzyjozywizzy:
For goodness sake, the battle rap thread is dying. we need to do something to bring it back. I'm proposing a tournament with money and prizes involved. If you're interested submit a quality disrespect freestyle below and signify your interest.

MusicMod:
if bartimaeus to beauty can't be entice/
I am ashamed to say I am divine/
tho my 'hurry' will make snails amend/

dock your 'tale' to take, don't be wedge to wed/
don't 'role play' your bride, u can't afford to wend/
you will be jealous of my Kaley in the end/

MusicMod:
Hey, I bet your drugs are running out/
cheating groom?
pained - loud - imagination is crying out/
isn't that how your life is turning out ?
ain't you the trash - girls are tossing out?
Man up, be back as a downspout pen tout.

MusicMod:
one to one, spot the spots where I'm unserious
run to port, turn to point, my daggers are curious
_-_
I'm aiming to maim, death is obvious/
let's pause on moving on, my prey is furious; he needs some cooling off!/

MusicMod:
Consider holding it in Ed Jenner's way/
or this witch bitch might have to hold you a wake/
few bars and you're already needing a break/
blind snake, outtake, wood drake & huisache; guy - you're a headache/

Bitchiamjay:
The way your bítch takes my màndigo, bet her cervix must be made from steel/
I call her tardis, electrifying fánny made from eel/

LhoOd:
2 lines is too much for this dikk.rider]
Dj dey chill, he say he dey spit fire]

MusicMod:
The praises ain't real

for these brain-dead flows lying before me

Surgery ain't fit, too late for skull drill

euthanasia, best next thing

Y'all like bird in nest on tree, a mid free

typical built loser in my crib, new compliment? i doubt it

I'm a knocker- the killer - your pounder- their shooter, witch bitch👹

fadal:
Look bitch, I'm not feeling your shit
Every song that I'm on, I be killing the shit
Your flow wack, I throw packs, still on the bricks
I'm dealing with six figures, niggas still on the strip

No ceiling when I'm wheeling the whip
Like yeah, your bitch ass is trash, but I'm feeling her lips
That slut probably got my nut still on lips
So much ice in my watch I'm not feeling my wrist
Dont care if you clap and you filling them clips
Get a slug in your hat, gat still on your hips
If you a thug in your raps, why you pussy in real life?
A love-vendor on the mic and buy pussy in real life

Lay my mack down, I ain't tripping
I ain't slipping, I rap now I ain't tricking
I don't care if she pretty hoe, and I got Diddy dough
And I done had every bad bitch in the city, yo
And I learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks, that's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album when the summer due

What you gonna do? I know how I'll humble you
I ain't gonna rumble you, I'll put a gun to you
Look dog, I'm small, kinda slinky
Thats why I always got my paws on the blinky
And I can brawl like Winky
Radiant Rock, you can't see no flaws on my pinky
And I be stunting coz I pump crack
If you cats wore my chain for a month you'd be hunchbacked

Duke I shoot, the pump make you jump back
I'm in the coupe and the roof where the trunk at
See I'm the truth, man I leave dudes nauseous
I had to prove who was the hardest and who's garbage
Imma make moves regardless
Coz I sound better than them veterans and I'm a new artist

fad the bomb, ask ya mom
Coz all of the pretty women think Cass a dime
And all of your little sisters think Cass is fine
Coz my rhymes acid and your asinine, bastard

MusicMod:
in those faded shirt, filthy tie
you're struggling to sounds right against my damn boring rhymes
weak fake excuse throw? find a balance on this grind

MusicMod:
I can see, you are tryin'
but in your ring, I'll be last'
against far odds of 'the barely alive'
you ain't worthy of a seat in my ride.

MusicMod:
yeah war fighter
sing along
hmmmmn

Neither did I seize your crutch
nor did i overbonk your crush
why spit jargon, t-o-o - much
is your personality bear-ing a grudge?

you'll be dead in a battle you can't shun
if you won't give those mood swings high attention
then my peak might make you the new costa titch
oh
no reign is ever permanent son, come to think of it!

MusicMod:
They won't dare add a bar to your name
cos I've whipped the flow of the game
by turnin' high heat to da fame
oh combu-stion, there is now too much on your plate!



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