4-bar weapon clash (2000!!! Next is 3000!!!) :)

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Permalink Reply by Mac-Nasty on October 27, 2009 at 1:55pm

theres no point trying anymore
that was super duper freshy dope

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Permalink Reply by Mac-Nasty on October 27, 2009 at 1:59pm

that was a silly one

next weapon
cell phone

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Permalink Reply by BASED Pru SWAYZEFONZ on October 27, 2009 at 6:52pm

Mac Nasty is a shitty person in real life.

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Permalink Reply by Mac-Nasty on October 28, 2009 at 12:14am

C-Pruzee? you think you all tight,
just cause your dirty lil rhmes are all right.
and skitzo, i will put you in the dust,
but too bad you already dead from paper cuts,
everyone of yall think yall real and hell cool,
but er one is as real as ya bOi JaRulE,
and your cool? thats a fuckin joke,
your about as cool as the 9 11 smoke.

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Permalink Reply by Skitzo on October 28, 2009 at 3:56pm

Dog this white boy too high Like Venus
Call me God cuz the Milky Way came from My Penis.
You gonna put me in the What?
Trust, I bumrush you knuckles up,
ADUYAKAH!!! Uppercut
and then I let my semi bust.
You don't wanna start beef.
Hardly hard you softer than a drumstick's dark meat
While you was on the scenic route
I hid in them dark streets
Waitin for busters like you to stop their heartbeats.
So i rip you from your bones like a soul up in the coffin
Muthafucka meet me in the streets while you steady talkin
My heat pop shots at your feet and have you Crip-walkin
Better yet I'll make you suck your father's dick while your baby sister's gawkin.
B's up C's up, South Bend I'm street callin
34th stand up if you ready to start moshin.
Nigga I got half of IN on my back.
Now hold your head steady, here comes the ball bat.




Mac-Nasty said:

C-Pruzee? you think you all tight,
just cause your dirty lil rhmes are all right.
and skitzo, i will put you in the dust,
but too bad you already dead from paper cuts,
everyone of yall think yall real and hell cool,
but er one is as real as ya bOi JaRulE,
and your cool? thats a fuckin joke,
your about as cool as the 9 11 smoke.

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Permalink Reply by Rich The RockeR (\S/) on October 29, 2009 at 8:19am

u bit off tech n9ne

Skitzo said:

Dog this white boy too high Like Venus
Call me God cuz the Milky Way came from My Penis.
You gonna put me in the What?
Trust, I bumrush you knuckles up,
ADUYAKAH!!! Uppercut
and then I let my semi bust.
You don't wanna start beef.
Hardly hard you softer than a drumstick's dark meat
While you was on the scenic route
I hid in them dark streets
Waitin for busters like you to stop their heartbeats.
So i rip you from your bones like a soul up in the coffin
Muthafucka meet me in the streets while you steady talkin
My heat pop shots at your feet and have you Crip-walkin
Better yet I'll make you suck your father's dick while your baby sister's gawkin.
B's up C's up, South Bend I'm street callin
34th stand up if you ready to start moshin.
Nigga I got half of IN on my back.
Now hold your head steady, here comes the ball bat.




Mac-Nasty said:

C-Pruzee? you think you all tight,
just cause your dirty lil rhmes are all right.
and skitzo, i will put you in the dust,
but too bad you already dead from paper cuts,
everyone of yall think yall real and hell cool,
but er one is as real as ya bOi JaRulE,
and your cool? thats a fuckin joke,
your about as cool as the 9 11 smoke.

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Permalink Reply by Rich The RockeR (\S/) on November 2, 2009 at 9:37am

looks like i killed this thread
ha look back at what i said
im the last man standin'
but ill dig u out of the grave
just ta play with ya body
you cant body me
you my lyrical slave
imma keep barrin' ya bitches
first round knockout every time
but i'll keep sparring ya bitches
so i resurrect you like im jesus
im christ like with the mic right
im colder and darker than alaska
on its cycle of 50 days night
i use heat sparingly
cause if i came full force
yall would explode like world war three
im apocalyptic genocidal
homicidal thoughts paint like im tribal
im of the fourth kind
a cow with 3 stomachs
couldnt stand to eat crow
from the verses like mine
my cyphers like snipers silencers
im violent sir, my words straight fire
you couldn't tap into my genius
with a traced telephone wire
call me sire, i desire your death
admire your breath so i take it from you
blunt force trauma to ya chest
with punctured lungs i stun you
you want some sickness ?
i cut you up and put you in basket
like a picnic
wack-whackin'
get some napkins
and wipe ya mouth.
when ya rappin
cause but i heard nuthin
but shit come out.
so S-T-F-U
im the best to graze the net
read my bars on page
1 through 52
and the question i have is did yall read what i wrote?
cause with fire im higher than the weed that i smoke.

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Permalink Reply by Rich The RockeR (\S/) on November 2, 2009 at 9:41am

666

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Permalink Reply by TechNette on November 2, 2009 at 11:45am

LETS NOT LEAVE THESE DISCUSSIONS ON 666 REPLIES.

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Permalink Reply by DarkFigures on November 2, 2009 at 2:25pm

no 666 for the sick sick sick

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Permalink Reply by Skitzo on November 2, 2009 at 7:06pm

Silly motherfucker, you talk too much.
And you ain't got shit to say so just shut the fuck up.
Blahzay blahzay jibber jabber spit-spat
I say, You're gay, break you like a Kit-Kat.
It's my Pay-Day, so Imma cut the chit-chat.




RICH THE ROCKER said:

looks like i killed this thread
ha look back at what i said
im the last man standin'
but ill dig u out of the grave
just ta play with ya body
you cant body me
you my lyrical slave
imma keep barrin' ya bitches
first round knockout every time
but i'll keep sparring ya bitches
so i resurrect you like im jesus
im christ like with the mic right
im colder and darker than alaska
on its cycle of 50 days night
i use heat sparingly
cause if i came full force
yall would explode like world war three
im apocalyptic genocidal
homicidal thoughts paint like im tribal
im of the fourth kind
a cow with 3 stomachs
couldnt stand to eat crow
from the verses like mine
my cyphers like snipers silencers
im violent sir, my words straight fire
you couldn't tap into my genius
with a traced telephone wire
call me sire, i desire your death
admire your breath so i take it from you
blunt force trauma to ya chest
with punctured lungs i stun you
you want some sickness ?
i cut you up and put you in basket
like a picnic
wack-whackin'
get some napkins
and wipe ya mouth.
when ya rappin
cause but i heard nuthin
but shit come out.
so S-T-F-U
im the best to graze the net
read my bars on page
1 through 52
and the question i have is did yall read what i wrote?
cause with fire im higher than the weed that i smoke.

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Permalink Reply by Tazz on November 2, 2009 at 9:16pm

Shit, I agree with this cat /
your bitch ass aint nothin but wick-wack /
Somebody should take your mic, ill call mr. west /
you suck, the closest you'll be to the best /
is down on your knees, sucking my dick /
so S-T-F-U yourself, BITCH /


ps. i know i'm not that good, i just wanted to put that haha

Skitzo said:

Silly motherfucker, you talk too much.
And you ain't got shit to say so just shut the fuck up.
Blahzay blahzay jibber jabber spit-spat
I say, You're gay, break you like a Kit-Kat.
It's my Pay-Day, so Imma cut the chit-chat.




RICH THE ROCKER said:

looks like i killed this thread
ha look back at what i said
im the last man standin'
but ill dig u out of the grave
just ta play with ya body
you cant body me
you my lyrical slave
imma keep barrin' ya bitches
first round knockout every time
but i'll keep sparring ya bitches
so i resurrect you like im jesus
im christ like with the mic right
im colder and darker than alaska
on its cycle of 50 days night
i use heat sparingly
cause if i came full force
yall would explode like world war three
im apocalyptic genocidal
homicidal thoughts paint like im tribal
im of the fourth kind
a cow with 3 stomachs
couldnt stand to eat crow
from the verses like mine
my cyphers like snipers silencers
im violent sir, my words straight fire
you couldn't tap into my genius
with a traced telephone wire
call me sire, i desire your death
admire your breath so i take it from you
blunt force trauma to ya chest
with punctured lungs i stun you
you want some sickness ?
i cut you up and put you in basket
like a picnic
wack-whackin'
get some napkins
and wipe ya mouth.
when ya rappin
cause but i heard nuthin
but shit come out.
so S-T-F-U
im the best to graze the net
read my bars on page
1 through 52
and the question i have is did yall read what i wrote?
cause with fire im higher than the weed that i smoke.

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