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@fuckyouguy. . Didn't i warn you not to qoute me? Are you daft?? Huh?

Uhm, slimshay; huh? Get in the booth and hit these dawgs!
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uhm, ok. .I'm a king on the mic, call me michael kings

cut foes in the lungs oh! And snipe em spleens/
silence f@gs with my gun yo! I'm a silent gee/ silencing/ tiring geeks/
with my silencer

no one rhymes like me!
nobody fuckin 'mess' with me, you aint 'shyte'; just a bunch of swines and pigs/

I could take out mik, combined with bis

so back out like you got a hunch back, bytch!
or like number 3/doing front,backflit/ letter C tryna touch the feet/
teddybitchwacky? F_ck thuh bytch!/ no! I wont f-ck the bytch

Aint no fuckin dull/you can suck my dyck

iceskidd? Where the kid at?/ you gone get your @ss whooped, by a kid; you kelvin hart/

so 'think fast'/ like a game; yhis ain't no ''name of name'' shyte though

you impotent f@ggot, won't get a bytch wet if you were a dilddo

but heads always on you like a pillow

i've seen more pussys than a water closet, ion pee low/

obese ibime, one could use your belly as a trampoline/and you won't crack a rib/
you fat @ss bytch!
fat as pigs!/you can't run this game, you aint fast like me!/ i'm damn fast as wind!

yo yeyenatu, you're a karma bytch/
you go round the head like bandanna, wigs!/ banana addict/

Limerick the awful monkey
uglier than halloween pumpkin travel to dublin/ and meet a handful surgeon/

you won't still be clean as peterparker/
who brings the 'hard drama'/

like porrn videos full of suspense

yo! If you aint mentioned/ you're still on primary level, this is the school of legends!!!





Hey! Cut it! Yo dawg! Cut it!!! Cut!

Imagine you're been tortured by slimshay
i'm damn fuckin hurting this gay
haunted by his siblings, cousins in dismay
just a free way/ to take the guilt away;
hang a noose to your roof, the noose round your neck; be the root
stomp on a chair, big man you take the big step like hulk's on the stairs
this will f_ck your despair
breath in, relax and jump in the air!!!

Wizzarro: Now tha p+ss claiminq sensei when handling swordz,
Forgetting ma tactz brings murder,
Ah've gat more needles tA drain tha leucocytes off this wacktard,
And leave him tha image of his death as I Draw Blood!

and it's time to/ take your life yo!/ you gone burn in hell, better read the bible/ before i knife you!

peterrParker: and i stab your weak siblings while they still sleeping
make sure i rip em/ cut out their sweet spleens
when i dispose em in the ocean/, they were still stinking
go check your uncle in thuh kitchen,
he was crumple by this villain
i left his head swinging

and your siblings came back to haunt you!
They screaming, they eyes fuckin bleeding
they mind is filled with/ hatred, for you, cause you the one who killed em
your conscience bites you!/ and won't stop till RIP is what they recite you/

Wizzarro: Finkinq ur writtens gat tha 'buzz',
Trully son yhu still drowning in fairy tales and Toy stories,
Their won't be no fun to kill this p+ss with 'light years',
Ah'll simply stab him knives as he dies slowly

and i stab your weak siblings while they still sleeping
make sure i rip em/ cut out their sweet spleens
when i dispose em in the ocean/, they were still stinking
go check your uncle in thuh kitchen,
he was crumple by this villain
i left his head swinging

Wizzarro: Ma punches more fierce than knockouts from mike tyson,
Soon we'll be seeing yhu dead cause this bars keep coming like giant fire dragonz pounding on a baby bison...

you aint fit for this, i'll end you in 'a round' like your a prey for anaconda/ and my men hand your siblings swords sharp as blunt scythes/ to fight and slay one another/ make your blood fight/ while i sit on a munch grind/

the sky darkens - lives flashing - even hailles mourns

adonismuller: the way wack niggerz cuk me beef,ya'l wil soon run out of cows/

sorry if my flow erased u,i hate to see a mistake

uhm, i see your big, you prolly 45
and you should know this place is fortified from cocky swines like you
floppy lines! Notting rhymes.
you aint a metaphor, nobody fuckin likes you
so go back to your education thread/ and try to elevate your speculations there!!

Wizzarro: Am past tha 'average', buh f+ck still am 'Mean',
Yhu still engaging in aimless street battle, when I was busy killing generals during tha colonial regime...

hommie, relax, sit back, so you feel that you can rap? yo! you damn wack, all your punches ricochet back. you an impotent f@g, you could hang a dynamite on your balls, the tiring fact; you won't still bang a big @ss!

Wizzarro: Have gat tha aidz, and sure ah'll be glad to assist yhu in Poverty,
Yhur never getting higher wif diz p¤ssy bars, not even in tha midst of Drug addictz!!

huh? This average nigga won't die. . Common hommie/ why you keep coming back like a stubborn zombie?/

Wizzarro: Tha ignoramus be bringing C4's forgetting this thug gat full body armour,
Ah'll just throw random shots with ma armoured car,We'll see him falling down like micheal jackson doing tha moonwalk on ah Lathered Tiled FLour...

armours don't fit you, you're more thinnier than Lizzie velasquez with aids/ you're like a nervous sissy husband, how your lacking the say/ even your blood clots flow no more, you're are rapping in vein/ :-p

Wizzarro: And wen tha gorgons are awaken,
Mere mortals like thee seek asylum,
For ah'll leave yhu wishing yhu only turned to stones,
Cause ah'll feed ur anus to pythons!!!

you're wack . . I'm more held in high esteem like the hands of a president/ you dont kick real like you had a prothestic leg/ and when i attack your resident/ i won't pity you, and your siblings/ would get blown to pieces/ with c4 strapped on their hefty chest/

Wizzarro: Yhur stale tacts don't have tha sting, ey just bounce on me like water baloons,
All ah'll need is too optical pins stuck to ur chest,
we'll see body parts scattered all over Tha room...

old man typing. . see your watery lines . .
Your lines are stale, they 'on sting like an amputated scorpion/
you're a slowpoke, you wont come hard if you're dating gorgons/

Wizzarro:

chump gay, i'm tight with the post like marvellous pole strippers/but you never think outta the box like a nervous goal keeper/

Heywhizzy: Textcees-let's see how intelligent u are..d main focus here is word play,I mean d0pe 1s..let me drop mine first

I'm d best,confess that,so 2geda we can nail sin(NELSON)/so frm all unrighteosness,we'll let each sir nd ma debar(MADIBA)...drop urz

thief! what the f_ck's debar?

yeyenatu: @airmark @lagunna

Hehehe... if una laugh ehn! naa ur head on a platter..

http://yourlisten.com/yeayeanot/ffr-skit

http://yourlisten.com/yeayeanot/yeayenot




YeaYeaNot

if i release my webs on you ehn

Wizzarro: Ah dead man's will, for ah dead man killed,
yhu lack arss'sets,
Maybe that why u constantly pollute liablities,
Ah dead man killed stays dead for Real,
So flee from the living, cause beneath tha surface is where ur type is needed..

you'se just a kid on the street, i despise orphans/ my kindest plan; to knife your hands/ but you won't still write a bloody verse if i slice your palms/

y'all will think i'm a gentle ocean, the way i flow calmly/ why you kids feeling happy like here's goats party?/. . . . you should know a dead man's will aint called a ghost diary/

ba7man: U spittin like a Pregnant b*tch cuz u're f*cked with no PROTECTION

N*ggaz in mini skirts like u get run out d rap SECTION.

who the f_ck rhymes like that?/ your lines are trash/ while we @ the front like boobs, you behind like yansh/

Heywhizzy: luke,if u are peter doesn't mean u shld deny the fact I'm beta dan u/mark ma word,I spit viral aint talking aids,ebola or flu/dis guy got bitten by a spider,xo e tinks e iz spyda man/mere fallacy,my agenda iz to transform u, aint talking TAN/I'll get u spiderman wearz nd a rope,xo u can fly to ur grave/cos dissing me means dat iz exactly wat u crave/burn in hell,dude/while ur wyf gets n.Ude/wit me,cos I gave ha food/smting u cldn't do/

not born for this. . .
you aint ready to flow, you should learn how to rhyme/ i shouldn't be telling you this though, aint concerned about your life!

fattbabakay: Bet to throw sosiqdude into d pit of goons,niggaz say I'm wicked ||just watch his lifestyle,so short ,wack nd playful like a college boi's weekend||

i'm hot headed like the ghostrider/ who the f_ck are you?/ what's the web, with no spider?/ this thread don't need a dumb like you!!

Kanyol: Better quit trolling, fool many people pass u here

fuckyouhard, you simply don't know what trolling is/ am i suppose to exchange bars with this local bytch?

Heywhizzy: u jes confessed u're senseless/of a truth I won't sh1t sensible tinz if I fid on brains lyk urz/senseless sh1t parker,u jst called a nigga of 15 a spinster/I go slap u dis oldman nd u go c star/ get a lyf xo u can feed ur wyf nd stp hating on d0pe teens lyk us/cos we dnt take sh1t frm old men,we are damn fearless/

what's he typing? Never rhyming/ i spit deadly like the viper, call me pregnant randy/ your bars dont bring the humour, man/ you'll get wrapped up in white like you're comrade of the ku klux klan

i think these are 2go niggas

kid, iono you. . You can sleep on the thread

Kanyol: I'm the reigning vet/ super rich, so paid in check/
my freestyle raising hell/ but you? you just rhyme without making sense!

who else could give these funny bars? fuckyouhard, so you went to create another moniker? Loool, you're like a dead man, the way mikuz bodybagged. .

Kanyol: Ok...since he's not fast to drop/ am so gonna clap him up/ just to show say I pass the boy/
Peter is a weak biitch, I don't need to swing fists... to bash his jaws

you better go to the flow for rank thread/ you slowpoke,f@g,nerd/ two lines to diss the person above you/ do i owe you? this vet nigg don't know you/