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That's it, front and pretend you can do this sh**it
But guess what, everyone knows you just blew the sh*it
And I'm proving it
Just by looking at everything you've written

when did i say i had a new style
i stick with my old style
cuz im old school]it says it on my profile
motherf***er i aint never gonna change
i got a 50 quid gold chain
i bet you aint cuz yo **ss is lame

Beat me like a dog then
Meet me tommorrow
You go 'round sayin sh*it like that
You get urself full of sorrow
Atleast my rhymes have a meaning
Everyone bleeds
You just talk about "me me me"
By the way, none of that sh*it rhymed
You just ended the lines
With the same word all the time
Ye I call myself a dog
But you call yourself soft
"JuicyGIrl" sweet as juice
And you bleed too you goose
Your the one with HIV
Remember??

Nas can take his time when he's writing the sh*it
But he can still spit it fast when he's trying to spit
Anyways I was just playin
I'm a fan of Nas
More than I can say about your motherf**ucking *rse

Shut up little Makajibbz
And I'm not a 'his'
If you got better sh*t then show me your biz
Your breath must stink, not because you puf cigs
But because you ent done nothing so far but talk sh*it

But I don't have the dream
And you better not a lay a finger on me
I can knock you out with my little finger, donkey

Why do you always only rhyme the last bit
You meant to rhyme the first and the last you hard b*itch
Powder rhymes with louder
But gun dont rhyme with yell you cow dump

I'm not a boy, you heterophobic punk
pathetic c*unt
You aint even got a gun
So blow me up without one

You're meznt to write raps here, not bl**oody comments
you just cant take the fact
that you can make a chicken wrap
but you can't write a sickage rap
You can only wrap preaents
I betcha cant even do that

*****JUICYGIRL*************
man you dont smoke
and you dont sniff either
you wanna f*uck wit rez dog, i'd jus leave her
That rap was fu*cking whack
its meant to be addressed to me but if you hadnt put my name on top
then how were we to see?
You're not gonna crack me open
You as soft as f*uck
You wouldn't hurt a fly
You f*uckin fake ass, why!?

This poems about a girl whos as sweet as a cherry
the little baby just sits there watching tom and jerry
she pretends to be hard
But she's soft as her mums heart
Her name's JuicyGirl
and she carries a clubcard

You're not rough, you're just rough and tumble
Being rough's one thing, but you just get your nickers in a bundle
I'm sick of you being on the end of every list
Coz you're too easy for me, it gets me p*issed

Hang on, you just said you got beat up, and left by a tree
And now you turn around sayin you Gee
Ye, let's say I'm f**king witchu
What the F*uck you gon do
And how can you blame me for dissing your rhyme when it was just about poor old you
I guess it aint easy being you when you spit like a four year old do.

You gonna rap or not Juicy?
You're wastin our time
That little line,
It didn't even rhyme
And you don't even realize that you do it all the time
You're thicker than a brick and you just like mice cuz they blind

Shutup you little cunt
You aint gonna fu*cking touch me
Go fu*ck with Puffy
He takes more kindly to little puppies
Fu*ck off little girl, and I ain't a boy
You tellin me you aint cocky?
Keep fakin it boy

Huh you and who's army
Can ever f*uckin harm me
Fine, come up in my face and see if you alarm me
I talk trash? What about you, you can't rhyme
I'm glad you come up every motherfu*cking time
Cuz you easy
I wasn't even talkin to you, what's your problemm freak?
I was talkin to someone else Juicy, get on your feet
And just see if you can spit something decent for once
Your breath must stink from all that sh*it you talk, you honk

I hope that you talkin bout him
and not me
Cuz you're a hypocrite
You can rap? You lost me
Little JuicyGirl a sweet little softy
Look in that mirror, wake tha f*uck up and smell the coffee

You should listen to yourself
The way your lyrics is spelt [not literally]
I'm pissing maself
I'm a fu*cking black belt
In kung fu
and you dont know what my gun do
You tryna sound dirty
You just sound like a tw*at
You can finger muthaf***as but you can't fight a Gat
Even if you could beat me up physically
You can't beat me up lyrically
Rez Dog's infinity
So fu*ck you Juicygirl
You ain't hard, you sweet, you come from fruity world

DBlock MEssiah
You gonna get burned, playing with fire
Cuz you knows youzza muthsf***in liar
Pretend to be it and shi*t
Give us a break
Give me a kitkat you twit Arrow

Webb Jamie
This is for you, you wanna play me?
You wanna diss Slimceezy then you mothaf***in crazy
Slimceezy's sick
You just spit the easy shi*t

Webb Jamie
This is for you, you wanna play me?
You wanna diss Slimceezy then you mothaf***in crazy
Slimceezy's sick
You just spit the easy shi*t

What do you see me as
Another bl**ding *ss
Nothing but a rapper that
Doesn't know how to rap
Come up in my face and shi*t
My mind's in a race and shi*t
Go to a new school but I get all this racist shi*t
Even though I left though, I'm still there and I'm hatin it
Still the same old havin to be there and facin it
You should have a sip of your medicine, start tastin it
You give it all to me and I'm the only one taking it
I'll never grow up, I've blown up, my life I'm wasting it
So anyone who wanna run they mouth, come to me now and I'll take it
It's your last time before I blow out ya faces
Don't think you have to bite your tongue and say it cuz I'm still gonna spray it you're,
In debt, and you ain't paid me yet
I wasn't blind, I just hadn't run out of patience yet

TO MAKAJIBBZ,
IF YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER, COME SHOW ME

What the hell girl, rap game don't rhyme with dope game
You can't rhyme, that's what me and my mate both say
You think you it, you gonna end up with a throat ache
I'ma strangle you muthaf***a cuz you so fake

Well so far I ain't seen you do any better
This girl's a schizo
She thinks she can spit so
better, when really the crap she writes about is just like a letter
Sorry Juice, but you're the one who's mistaken
You're the one who can't rap
Wake up and smell the bacon

And what I don't rock your shi*t
Are you gonna get your gun and start to cock the sh*t
You just frontin and you nothin but a proper git
You wont do nothin you aint even gonna pop your shi*t

YE cuz I'ma real poet
Motherf**kers I'ma show it
If you don't already know it
Rap against me, you already blown it

I spit the illest sh**t ever
realest s**t ever
You gonna sit here and tell me you can do it better?

50cent

Man that s**t doesn't rhyme and you know it ain't true
You might be cold but you're lyrics aren't so what's up witchu
You wanna rap battle? Nah I do Kung Fu
I'ma bang you the f**k then I'll dump you
Not as in intimately
No as in physically
I write my words lyrically
And I mean the s**t litally

I'm better than you
I do this s**t on my own
But you need seven of you

S**t, that kid from Bristol
How the hell they get a pistol?
MUst be a gangsta who smoking crystal
I rip your jaw out simple
Leave you with a couple pimples