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| Furious_Pryme |
Date: Friday, 26/Jun/09, 6:53 AM | Message # 796 |
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Aw fuck it what can i say? im so sick give me a hospital bed
with an ax il paint this town red and spread bloodshed
with the horror in my fucking head il be leaving them dead
feeding on there head for thoughts but instead i get nothing
your mind was stuck glued to your TV set its time for a reality
check, Slut you ain't shit il drive your cunt with a tree trunk
when im listening to funk you think your shit don't stink
but you smell worse then a skunk this is the junk
you fucking junkies need to get your fix up quick
in this shit as im ripping your body to bits
you can't touch this, Im leaving you a mess
cause my rhymes are a shark fest eatting your flesh n bone
il crush your spirit rip out ya spine and spear it thru your
chest leaving you a fucking bloody mess i might have to
test you to see if you can even go one on one with me
you ain't shit nothing but a bitch you wouldnt last one round
in the ring with me it ain't no mystery i ain't ali so i wont
be shaking but its your soul im taken away from you
everything you did it doesn't mean shit cause the whole world
knows your a bitch, il be choking you with a bob marley's
dreads when im in the booth cause i spread truth with soul
wider then you spread your asshole, Im the evil genius
the true meaning to this murder shit, What the fuck is
these dudes problem? il get out my sai's and rob em
hang up by there wrist and them to death, im the man
dumping your body in a dump truck your just a star struck
dumb cunt gonna get ya head pumped like jordan shoes
the genius sings the blues but i leave dudes on front page
news murdered by a ghost, nobody saw me even god himself
was blind and didn't it i deflowered the virgin mary
she said thanks then left never called me again
so i had the stupid slut slain by a mob of dudes
with an STD's rob her pride and burnt her to a new degree/
Message edited by Furious_Pryme - Friday, 26/Jun/09, 7:00 AM
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Sunday, 28/Jun/09, 8:38 AM | Message # 797 |
DJs
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The finer flash in life I add my misses dash to splash the rash of life rub my tongue with the magic type/
herbs spice I slice and switch up the guise of my phenotype to add to the adrenal type bring might not to leave this life as the menial type/I'm a mean old man and you see my hands I weld my cane beat your head like I see no ends/can't you see no sense I do mean those things bring boys over bends through forest till they men/bring women out the trench in sense it's a spiritual war and most still spiritually poor see that's what I got so serious for/And you can catch me at the nearest door of opportunity soon to be never my credo always unity/with past present and future I move those sutures through my dreams so I'm never tied down to super/I move out then upstream like barracuda with my visions of tuna always in the right lunar/To catch shine and see the midnight light through the ludicrousness of the crispness of waves that rock the big ships/
Just another fish in the sea actually more like a dolphin's involvement is the level of my mastery/Kibbles and bits and bits and bits of kibbles middle class life I flip kick for a little/Sideline highlife switch to wi fi just out of this orbit let my words fly by rocket science of sci fi/I apply my anti matter draw space and time out the mix of the batter then toast to static of chatter
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| Uncharted |
Date: Sunday, 28/Jun/09, 9:12 AM | Message # 798 |
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^^^^^^^do u ever battle???
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Sunday, 28/Jun/09, 1:41 PM | Message # 799 |
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ok let's go
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| Uncharted |
Date: Sunday, 28/Jun/09, 4:17 PM | Message # 800 |
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Emcees
Posts: 4766
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alright
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| Boner-Jamz-11 |
Date: Tuesday, 30/Jun/09, 2:45 AM | Message # 801 |
Rappers
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Yo yo yo
Imma bout to drop some bombs
turn the beat up
yo yo
turn it up louder
ahh fuck too loud
tryna make me go deaf?
fuck
yo yo yo yo I forgot what I was gonna write..
#TeamHipster
#SWAGSWAG
TUMBLR CLICK CLICK CLICK!
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| Uncharted |
Date: Tuesday, 30/Jun/09, 1:09 PM | Message # 802 |
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Emcees
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wtf r u? a deaf person trying to rap?
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Thursday, 02/Jul/09, 2:18 PM | Message # 803 |
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Beat beat street with heavy heat lyrics complete
So take a seat when I showcase the theater masterpiece
And to mirror after me is a form of blaspheme
Know there's no surpassing thee ghostly ghastly spirits that inhabit me
Cuz the patterns symbolic and the gatherings Masonic
And without chronic practice how you claim at this your kung fu's bionic
I run through the artist without soul so you can behold what it is to truly go for the gold
Snatching the whole chain jazzy you can get hit with the whole Coltrane
Just get at me while I'm still smoking cause when the smoke clears
The whole thang's a different dimension forgot to mention
Props to dj who let me cop a free hour in the session
Now back to the lesson progressing I shall proceed
To be the one to which you obey and owe need
Only the passage of masters through disaster
Remains as the last laugh that rite the last chapter
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| Lord Meth |
Date: Tuesday, 07/Jul/09, 0:13 AM | Message # 804 |
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Niggas said Meth fell off like he was pushed from a cliff
I took wat I was gifted and used it to act ludacrous
It took me a minute it witness my calling
With this poet artform to lift me up from falling
Moved on from Basketball cuz it wasnt for me
Now Im with the pen and pad spitting with real MCs
I get heated I grill MCs, spill MCs on the stage
I make niggas sick like I was a deadly plague I havent spit horrorcore in a minute so let me try... I sit on a park bench with a blade in my pocket
A lady walts by drunk she forgot where her car went
This is my chance to land a fatal blow
I walk up casually and greet her to let her know
Shes doesnt seem realize i have a gun to her face
She bumps into me then I pistol whip the bitch in her place
She tries to scream but I cover her mouth with a cloth
Then I drag her to an alley so I wont get caught
I throw the whore to the wall and kick her in the gut
Rip off her the sluts jeans and panties exposing her butt
She tries to fight me, but I keep holding the slut down
I spread the bitches lips apart and Im in the cut now
Im stroking the bitch out when I hear police sirens
I pull out and aim then I cum in the chicks iris
Bye bitch. I quickly slit the whore's throat and jet
I stare at her and watch cum slowly drip from her neck
LMAO!!
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| eboyd |
Date: Tuesday, 07/Jul/09, 10:02 AM | Message # 805 |
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yo..... yo.....
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...Meth, you look like death because i'll lyrically kill you dog
that's why dey calls me da dropper dawg
cuz i bees like dat ........
....i'm gonna kill yo ass like death .........
i gots my tech right here dawg.
i fuck u up fareal g
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... ......i spits it hot like skillets
....i'ma grill it fuck you cats yo
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yo.....
.. ....do u fill it?
...i'll destroy yo hole reality
......kill'n a man.... cuz that's wut i do dawg
..... ....it's another fatality bitch yo.....
....my ass u gon' dred
....Meth u dead yo, murda son...
fuck you yo .... dropper... fire son. yall don't rekinize!!!!!1!!!ELEVEN!!!!!1!!111!!!!!!ONEHUNDREDELEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!11111!!!!!
my new theme song
erikboyd60@hotmail.com
"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"
-T.S. Eliot
battle record:
7-0-0
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| eboyd |
Date: Tuesday, 07/Jul/09, 10:11 AM | Message # 806 |
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Heads
Posts: 13145
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bump
my new theme song
erikboyd60@hotmail.com
"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"
-T.S. Eliot
battle record:
7-0-0
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| Lord_Meth |
Date: Tuesday, 07/Jul/09, 10:12 AM | Message # 807 |
Heads
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Quote (eboyd) yo..... yo.....
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...Meth, you look like death
because i'll lyrically kill you dog
that's why dey calls me da dropper dawg
cuz i bees like dat
........
....i'm gonna kill yo ass like death
.........
i gots my tech right here dawg.
i fuck u up fareal g
.......
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......i spits it hot like skillets
....i'ma grill it
fuck you cats yo
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yo.....
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....do u fill it?
...i'll destroy yo hole reality
......kill'n a man....
cuz that's wut i do dawg
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....it's another fatality
bitch
yo.....
....my ass u gon' dred
....Meth u dead
yo, murda son...
fuck you yo
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dropper... fire son. yall don't rekinize!!!!!1!!!ELEVEN!!!!!1!!111!!!!!!ONEHUNDREDELEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!11111!!!!!
AHAHAHAHA OMG get that horrended style away from me!!
AAAHHH my eyes are literally melting reading that bullshit!!!!!!!!
Sick With It
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| eboyd |
Date: Tuesday, 07/Jul/09, 10:15 AM | Message # 808 |
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Heads
Posts: 13145
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Quote (Lord_Meth) AHAHAHAHA OMG get that horrended style away from me!!
AAAHHH my eyes are literally melting reading that bullshit!!!!!!!!  dude! we need to have a Dropper vs. AruNavi battle, me as Dropper, you as Aru
my new theme song
erikboyd60@hotmail.com
"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"
-T.S. Eliot
battle record:
7-0-0
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| Lord_Meth |
Date: Tuesday, 07/Jul/09, 10:16 AM | Message # 809 |
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Heads
Posts: 6627
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Quote (eboyd) dude! we need to have a Dropper vs. AruNavi battle, me as Dropper, you as Aru
LETS DO THAT!!!!!!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11123142@@#!#$@%@%@
Sick With It
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| Lord_Meth |
Date: Tuesday, 07/Jul/09, 10:17 AM | Message # 810 |
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Heads
Posts: 6627
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Lets make fake re-make accounts of them and do this!!!
ThaDropperJr. (referanced from The Whooper Jr.)
AruNavi2
LETS DO THAT SON!!!!
Sick With It
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