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He He we go I GOT MAD SKILLZ AT MACKING... AND BUISNESS AND RAPPIN...... . . . :( im so depressed....you know...... |
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lyrics that i throw up on you it ain't no stoppin' |
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YOU ALL SHIT AT SHAGGIN... BAGGIN |
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i'd bust but i don't think you can handle it |
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your rhymes such a tragedy ima keep a candle lit |
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hahaha :D |
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what? |
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lol |
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Oh, a rap battle without rapping..that's a new one.. or..it isn't really new eighter..still sort of silly tho. |
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got no more rhymes... whats the dilly yo? You need to grow the ego. Drop more phats than Eno has the calm flow. |
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rap is so silly |
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im drunk, listenin' to aaron funk, got more beats than a horny monk. |
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y yo yo oyoy yo oyo yo yooo its andrew childers and im in the house i got you in my trap like you're some kinda mouse x-l-tronic is the place to be them big scary eyeballs are wachin you and watchin me the curbcreeper says that rap is so silly but that fool dont know lat it's actually illy and by illy, i mean ill you better take a pill so that you can chill yall know the deal but maybe pill aren't your thing and you'd rather take a sip of a bottle of robotussin so you can take a trip like my man monoid who's up in his room postin on the board he's about to meet his doom cause we're in a battle and in stead of dxm im trippin of intelligence so i can bury him yeeeeaaaah booooooyyyyyy |
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damn andrew that shit was wack i'm gettin some damn vanilla ice flash backs |
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whatever it's great |
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Hey yo My style is awesome like a motha fuckin' possum I hang off tries and shit Smoke till I fall to my knees and never quit. I poop in urinals located in foreign airport terminals just to make sure my notoriety as a criminal is DEEPLY subliminal. And I like puppies and kitties |
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ogres and beatniks know how to freak it. |
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what the fuck is that son? who cares? NO ONE you can shit on your mom if you want to impress me cause if we're talking about rhymes you don't even contest me if i was switched with your daddy then i guess he just blessed me cause back in the real world he just got down on his best knee (like he's sucking my dick) |
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that last verse is the chorus sung by three different people in three different octaves. |
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sip-pin - on - my - mil - lah - light, bitches were bouncin, and their asses were tight. got my niggah tebou, screamin on the mic she may eat pussy, but you know she aint no dyke. she rhymes real well, and her spellin at that great, but throw her a beer, and she's a whole lot tah hate. i know this fella named matt, yeah he's a fuckin queer, if you see him wearing panties, don't you dare fuckin stare. i may not be as pretty as those other girls you see, but if you call me ugly, i'll kick you where you pee. tah dahhhhhhhh. that took me 3 and a 1/2 minutes. |
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Slide my credit card through your soul with the stripe out Sucker punch you in the cake hole knocked your lights out Reading magazines in the Dentists office freaks me right out You like to get in touch with your feminine side I saw ya dyke out. |
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one time... ... two time... |
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So come on mother fucka just try to knife this, you'll be layin' in ditch, yeah cold and lifeless Sunday strolls turn up dead dog bones Jibber-Jabberin' on cellular phones A slit wrist welcomes you home, to a slug POW! Straight to your dome... |
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here you have it mothafuckaz feel the power of reel rockarzzz i fuck you in the eyes i fuck you in the mouth no need to cry no need to shout BOUUTH w00f w00f when the steel in my hand 's going cut your head cut your ass cut your dick - you 'aint feel so bad ? in the time you will be like crazy droid - peeck peeck but for now i'ma tellin you DONT SWEAP THE TECHNIQUE |
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b7 ;) |
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hahahahaahah |
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im not banned i'ma here im still using peer2peer if i want i will kill .....no time for chill |
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*hands the samurai a mic* |
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are you on slsk now? whats your username? |
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eh, my provider has blocked p2p. so slsk is recently off. anyway, if im there, im there as hyakusen. |
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'in the time you will be like crazy droid - peeck peeck but for now i'ma tellin you DONT SWEAP THE TECHNIQUE' fucking lol |
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NO LOL'S ALLOWED ANYMORE |
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yeah, that's awesome! :) |
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It's true, too. The technique is not to be sweaped. |
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you should think twice before you call me into battle you better get a horse before you mount your saddle i'm like a candy bar that threw away the wrapper you hear applause it's cuz your mic is on a clapper zebra's a pacifist but murder on the mic i own the mountain while you're learning how to hike... i ride a harley while you ride a three speed bike... your mom will flood us if your finger leaves the dyke... etc. |
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Here on xltronic, people like to pass the chonic. |
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too much chronic and your rhymes are turning cthonic |
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I shouldn't waste my time typing shit against these wack rhymes, If you were a real MC I'd have cut the fuckin mic line, because even with a keystyle I'd beat you in double time, Like anything you have, could even trouble mine. haha, fuck that, I desimate you with such simplicity, you couldn't crush my sound if you jumped on the speaker, see, Battle MC's on the electronic XLT, should retire before they start or they'll need a tube to feed them G. © lee stoned in the afternoon :D |
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g. what a rhyme, spited out of ass you think you are so good ? the make some fuckin mess instead of beeing prick, instead of beeing twat im tellin what you need to do and how you like that ? you better go to school and learn to rhyme you fool my english's not the best tho i fuck all the rest and i fuck also you what say you WHOO HOO HOO |
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i'm a motherfucking robot, and that's a fact my AI is advanced, and my beats are fat my style is impregnable and rather uncouth my beats will break you in half like i was sean booth just let me know if you want to go to town i'll slice your head up, fold you in half like i was rob brown. motherfuckers want to try to size me up like tate bass beats manipulate your brain waves till you disintergrate got the upper hand cause you can rap faster? i'll rape you sideways, diagonal like a boy scout troop master i saw your girl, she's ugly as sin! looking at her is worse than listening to ventolin |
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haha all you wrote was what I'd expect from blind dyslexic kid, So shit it remined me of smojphace released by the Aphex flid. but suddenly the polish boy decided to grow some balls, unlike his ancestors who just rolled over like a ball, and this time the UK won't come to your aide and save you, because we aren't in the habit of fratenising with fools, your rhyme scheme was some simple ABC style, which makes me know if we met you'd be like South Parks, Kyle. VOMIT. |
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im a fucking rap master!! with a phasing rap blaster! and these beats are faster, than a coked up tap dancer and if you wanna have sex, youre out of luck! my robot genetalia, wont allow me to fuck! |
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yo. minimalist rap at it's finest. |
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ecnadniarb and hyakusen, why don't you get married? the two of you are busting rhymes like sexual fairies. i'll bet you go to bed with a dong up your ass, cause these rhymes i'm reading from you belong in my class! and why are you poking fun at blind dyslexic kids? i got your mommas pussy off an ebay bid and she birthed you, the weakest MC that's ever been i hope you things work out between you and hyakusen! hope you guys are having fun! i'm ashamed of you, my gay bastard son! |
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correction these rhymes i'm reading from you belong in my class these rhymes i'm reading from you DONT belong in my class Thank you. |
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So far everyone's been about the battle rap. I'd rather go abstact, stroking your wit with skill and tact. My mind gives birth to thought, cut the ambilacal, lyrical styles run wild planting messages subliminal, whispering to your id to overpower the ego, we know the physic c4 is planted, explosion is imminent murder the heart, massacre sentiment |
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G. mister endbsrbanbs, bleh , cough, what a rhyme i bet you wank yourself in every free time coz i can smell your penis from miles and miles away and you should just consider its not the proper way i but what i want from you ? another smelly post ? its not the place you want to be its not some fuckin host its not a serwer either its not your fuckin house i bet if i could only meet you i would smash you like small mouse so take you hands from cock dear twat and feel what ROCK ON means coz you have 30 minutes left till i will blow your beans you dont know what are beans ? these are those tiny balls you keep them there ensuring us that youre some sherlock holmes while only thing that you could find is little tiny dick but heck, what iam suppose to do, youre just a little prick. |
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baby got back- take it! *throws mic to random victim* |
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mertens rapping tactfully, that's you... the sort of flow you'll likely get from the flu watery effluvia with a hint of hip hop we only want mc diarrhea to stop |
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you shut up you shut up you up you shut up you shut up youre acting like some little tiny smelly grunchy cat you know what we are doing with the cats around these place ? i'll bet you do, in other way - look at your twatty face |
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