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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 4:56 am
by Omega Bill
Ill give you props, but bein nice is all over
Ill break you down bit by bit like a shitty range rover
If Im a pigeon, than bitch you're a flamingo
Pink ass fruity nigga who dont have no dough
Sippin apple juice? I chug that 151
An I aint talkin bout the fifth, Im talkin bout the jug
Your rhymes are sweet like candy, call you now and later
I can see it cause I aint blind, you a stereotypical faker
I chew you up, spit you out, or pack you in lip
Crush you with my gums and words like you're some Skoal dip
Make a call on my blackberry cause my homies are noble
Hit you so fast, you wont have tme to pull out your boost mobile
Poor ass nigga wearin dirty clothes and fuckin up kicks
Kick your mouth in till you layin there down lookin like the Knicks
Roll you up and smoke ya in a swisher sweet
Kneel to the king and kiss my feet
Take a picture and send it to your sister all bloody and tore
Then I tak 2 steps forward and slap that whore
For you to turn out so shitty it must be in your gene pool
Take one look at your daddy and I bet he was a damn fool
Prolly no job, like you, sellin pizza and fake weed, oregeno
While Im out gettin the name Minnesota cause I got so much snow
Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 6:42 am
by Street Pharmacist
haha apperently u only get snow only in the winter,i it get all year around killa
ima winner and as for ur girl,ima cum up in her
ima bum? if me and u was in a paper chase,and we called it race
then u wouldnt be in my paste,u want raw beef? then u gonna see how
it taste,but i aint tryin to catch a case,everytime i spit,niggas make the sour patch face,ew
and u might bang out there and there,but rumor has it that u softer than
a care bear,and u neva had jordans,u too broke too wear a pair,this battle just aint fair
u gettin taired,my guns is rare,dont make me empty a clip in ur hair,so dont dare
while u there talkin bout flamingos,i got ur girl suckin on my mandingo,for the right numbers
like bingo,say something i'll the thing go,but wait,u quick to sing tho
wake up next to the doctor,all hypnotized Like big poppa,with the coppers
by ur side askin who you shot ya,i spit proper,u just a dick hopper
fuck oregano,i smoke that haze,that get u dazed for days,u could of sworn the shit
was laced,ull be amazed
how niggas will take yo life,break yo wife,these lines is sharper then a butchers knife
llyricaly im just too nice,and just for the right price,ill get your head cracked like we rollin dice
Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 8:24 am
by Omega Bill
Nigga rollin on the dice on the street for some dirty cash that aint new
Imma leave in a chamber like Aushwitz and leave you lookin like a jew
I may not be Hitler, Im that much worse nigga
Imma run up on your ma and snatch her purse
Think you can beat me nigga? I say hell no
You a sesame street nigga, bitch ass Elmo
Maybe you want a nigga to get tickled
Ill run up on your girl and have her suckin my pickle
That aint no snacker, its a 10 inch dill
After Im done youll never forget Wild Bill
Faggot ass nigga with more Aids than Africa
Imma slap you in the mouth and send this shit back atcha
Beat you out your shoes and steal yo Nikes
I dont know why you try, youll never be like me
While at my crib rollin up some fatties
You at yours sniffin your moms panties
Im callin plays like my names John Madden
You prolly some arabic nigga like your names Aladdin
If you cant realize now that the end is near
Ill show you straight up with a bullet in your ear
Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 8:57 am
by precise
lmao.. I'll-kill wild-bill for thinkin his styles-ill
he dont got any hot punches, kids lines are just mild-fills
ill put his life-to-a-cease, he cant rhyme so this fake ass talks about rollin dice-on-the-streets
its sad.. cause even my fillers lines'll cut em deep like i rap with a knife-in-my-teeth
u know someone cant write when theyre lyrics are that fuckin generic
some real competition might put hair on his chest, but afterwards hed probably "nair"-it
Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 12:23 pm
by Omega Bill
You wont kill shit, you're nothin but a cracka with a hat that dont fit, Ill actually pop off and leave you riddled full a holes then ill bury you underground an havin you livin with the moles, before you come through this street youll have to pay a price, how about your 5 dollar chain that you think is real ice? Or maybe Ill just put a stop your ticker then go to your gravesite and pour out a lil liquor. put some hair on my chest? boy its been there for years, aint nothin bein learned by tryin to battle you 2 queers. whats really sad is you need filler lines at all, ill leave you with more red on you than the season fall, Ill crush you into brain matter and crush your skull in a vise, then no one will ever know of the fake nigga called Precise
Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 2:16 pm
by Street Pharmacist
wow u dope feine,did u shoot up?,in my eyes ur a toilet
ive done shitted on you too much
too the point im lyricaly constipated,so just shut the fuck up
before u get faded,may god damn the day ur pops and moms mated
at least they could of waited,but look at the worthless shit they made kid
look at the peace of shit they gave birth too,worthless,
and every time u spit u get worse too,ur an excuse for matter
the earth has cursed you
nigga tlkn bout stopin a ticker,wtf? ill leave a hollow tip stuck
too ur head like a fukn sticker,and after u die,i wouldnt even waste my liqour
i rather take it down my liver,take ur time and look in the mirror,ask urself
why ur monkey ass thinks u a gorilla
everything that u say u gonna do,i doubt it,you know why? cuz i know your fake
ass aint about it,so why wont u click the x on the top right of ur screen and
forget about it
and i gotta treat u like a girl,cuz you soft honey
u fuckin around with the big dawgs,awww,u just a lost puppy
im ur god,im the man u should fear,so homeboy u really dont wanna
come down here,ill end ur career,and drop 1 tear,cuz ur one sad queer
then drink a beer,and go behind the steer,u or ur crew dont have gun,
so how u gonna do it?u going to throw the bullet at my ear?
ill leave u as road kill,lookin like a 16 wheeler ran over a deer
and homie nobody wannabe LIKE YOU,if anything i wanna fight you
but you dont wanna fight me,cuz homie i got ur ass on check like nikes
AIIGHT B?
Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 4:47 am
by Omega Bill
Keep comin back, Im done eatin you for lunch, my tummy too full, big dawgs? ya'll are pomeranians fuckin with a rabid putbull.
I already served three of you like I was goin for a hat trick, the best part you drippled down your mas ass crack and turned into a brown stain on her mattress.
Nigga stop actin real like you hard and part of Wu Tang Clan all you got is that pink paper, fake money like the Monopoly man. You brand named, made by Mattell until I douse you in some gas, light a nigga on fire, an leave you burnin in hell.
Son you dont want fight me, youll be more bloody and mangled than that pussy on your wifey. Pistol whip you in your brain stem, paralysis with this flow, keep on talkin an Ill leave you spittin up blood like Precise and Domino.
Get me pissed and Ill turn into somethin you never heard of, stop your life an unlike O.J theyll never find the black glove. You stepped into the untamed rhymes known as the Lions cove, Imma retire you more times, make you change your name to Hove.
Next family reunion why dont you go ask your uncle cletus, he'll prolly agree your ma shoulda used a hanger and some bleach and left you as an unborn fetus.
Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 7:31 am
by Street Pharmacist
ayo that guy my fault,its that wildbill yea hes my son,and all hes tryna do
is have some fun,smh-,im ashamed he came out like a bum
are you stupid, or are u fucking dumb? I stay chewin on u like gum
bill is it that you dont fuckin learn? do i gotta beat ya over your head
UR Style Is played out like my lost sneakers under my bed
ill catch u when u sleepin turn them sheets all red
when the feds came,ive been done fled,so fuck what u said
ur girls a Slide,like a winter sled,even if u worked at a bakery
you still wouldnt make no bread
and come on dog YOU!? hop off my cock,When u Gave me Props,
thats when u admitted that i was your pops,and i got u on lock
like felons in the penetentary,my son u rappin like u in the back yard
of elementary,are u serious? how u gonna get to me,i run with the dogs
but we dont eat pedegree,murk niggas till the 1st degree,try too fuck with me
see u quick snitch when they cuffing you,treat like a blunt
cuz i stay puffing you
even when u pissed off,you still soft,u little faggot u enjoy gettin
your salad tossed,ill eat you even when i cough,nigga u already know
whos the boss
ill destroy u too peices,i preach too demons,u probly look like a walkin fetus,
dog pray to jesus,i got my seaman on ur grandmothers cleavege,but i aint beat it
ill turn ur fuckin brains into smashed potatoes,realistic guns from
the game halo,when u hear im around,u betta lay low
like snoop dogg n dr dre,cuz when u in my face i dont give a fuck
what u got to say,you a lil nigga,kid this is childs play
ever since i was lil nigga i took the foul way,throw ur body off the cliff
into a highway,watch you die today
and dont make me seek my heat,while u sleep i creep
when the lead and ur head meet,u dead meat
Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 4:39 am
by Omega Bill
No one keeps replyin, guess they're waitin on me, cause they know I got firepower more than T.I.P
Quick to bust ya, quick to cut ya, knock you out brotha, put you in a box and send you to your motha
Now your gonna hate because I actually gave you props, now Imma jus gonna murk you till you get a clue and stop
You got less heat than Alaska and more stuff put up your ass than they got corn in Nebraska
Keep sayin Im your boy, we all know you cant reproduce, kinda hard to do that when you cant put your dick to use
If this Childs Play nigga then call me Chucky, make through the next week and Ill call you lucky
You keep comin back, but I dunno what for, you acting like you hot, but you're just pissed cause your ass stll sore
You like it so deep its pokin a niggas intestine, welcome to school boy now Ill teach you a lesson
You're not hard, you're not cool and your bars are weak, talkin about pussy like you got it when you just beat your beat
You're not a hustler, not a baller like Rick Ross, now take your orders carefully cause Bills the boss
You've been caught biting more times than a fat guy at a buffet, I honestly dont know how much more you got left to say
Like bitin so much put your lips on the concrete and Ill jump on your head and break your mouth with both feet
You fruitier than a bowl of cereal, you a ghetto Toucan Sam, you dont got no cred, they dont even know your name fam
Im like the cereal that go snap, crackle, pop, only I dont need 3 people to make your heart go stop
Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 6:42 am
by Street Pharmacist
smh,ayo it took 3 years,u fuckin queer,go back n chill with ur gay peers
u aint killing no one here,aint nothing too fear,even if u did have gun near
u wouldnt have the balls to squeeze,nigga please,i flow diseased
ur life will get ceized,and ur body found floatin over the sea's
u crazy i spit like my breath is 10000 degreese
talkn all that shit will bring you and ur goons death
and hop off my dick i got no more room left
u took like a week to write that verse,lmao homie u betta go back and rehearse
first,or momas lil boy is gonna be ridin in back of a Hearse,or sittin next to a nurse
oh u scared?go too church,u keep replyin back? u created a curse
ima bout to burst
everybody knows i rockd ya,do i gotta pop ya? leave a big mess
for the doctor,have ur shirt juicy,like big poppa,after i drop ya
this nigga spit proper,
and aint nobody takin up any lines,homie,is u a gangsta or a bitch
make up ur mind,u puttin me to sleep with ur nursery rhymes
do a nigga gotta creap up from behind and put 3 in ur spine,i dont even wanna hear u wine
hollows burn like acid,barrels stretch out like elastic,u betta run off like a rabbit,its tragic,when i blast it,
ull be gone,POOF! like magic,ull do a back flip,and land on ur back in a casket
whos ur father? dont ask it,get yo ass kicked,perhaps this,YOUS A BITCH
homie i paint pictures with guns,i dont know about picasso,but im quick
to turn u to a fossil,give u apocolyptic visions like apostles
and if this was skool,dog who u gonna teach a lesson?,stfu and sit down class is in session
who u think u testin?,this is my proffession,handle u with a agression
or simply use the smith & wesson,look at me like god,ima give u a blessin
get the message?
no regretin,this is ur life u bettin,and when its all over and u resting
homie thats when armageddon sets in
i aint hatin cuz u gave me props,hey i wish i could say the same bout u
but its only whack shit u drop,so lyricaly u need to stop,u hill billy go back to picking ur crops
or talkin to cops,cuz u dont wanna get knocked
u fuckin pegion,u cant even flow to the rythem,u a cup cake with sprinkles
in prison,u need more wisdom
i raise hell,tell ur moms ur fair wells,i move like splinter cell
and you? u just a immitation of tinker bell
Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 11:05 am
by Omega Bill
Boy it took me a week to reply because I got a life, jus one of the things I was doin was bangin your wife
Keep comin with the same lines over and over, get some new shit, or some luck, go find a 4 leaf clover
How many times are you gonna mention biggie like hes your idol, nigga you jus started your period gon an get some midol
The only flow you got is the one comin out of your pussy, leave the floor look red and your panties feelin gooshy
You prolly get your bars from MixTapes Most Unwanted cause you actin like you hard and you're tryin to flaunt it
Fill you full of holes and like you got ransacked by the mob, this aint nigga business thats an Italian Job
My haircut cost more than that beater you wearin, you tryin to get your point across cussin and swearin
While Im wearin you out, blowin ya up like the twin towers, get on your knees and wait for the golden shower
Thats prolly what you like with some piss on your face, you never had hyrdo, you get baisel thats laced
Just cause you rhyme 5 words in one line dont mean you good, you grew up in white suburbia 2,000 miles from a hood
You're faker than a 3 dollar bill, you wouldnt even shoot a squirrel, dont act like you kill
That gat you talk about is all folk lore, it's prolly plastic with a cap and bought from the dollar store
You never held a gun, you never touched a shank, you dont make cash, aint got no money in the bank
You quit rappin now and Ill give you 5 bucks right here, its a damn shame you already humilitated yourself and are known as a queer
5 bucks in your wallet is more than youve had in your time, but I dont need that bad, go head an have mine
Because with what Ive done in my life, Im financially stable, while you livin in a box and cant afford cable
Now you might have rabbit ears on top of your set, but takin my money now would be a safer bet
Go and buy a whopper, a big mac, or whatever you please, Id suggest you buy some pads for those rug burned knees
Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 12:28 pm
by Street Pharmacist
listin what life u talkn bout?,u a nobody,u on the streets suckin dick
for a penny probly,so dont act like u somebody,im layin back puffin gotti's
u can get found in ur lobby,swizzed cheesed up by the tommy,or the shotty
might as well throw ur self at me,cuz im catchin a body
and im glad it took u a while,cuz i dont wanna put up with ur shit every day
nigga u gay,gettin fuckd in the ass while u cross dress in lingerie,so homie
i dont go that way
like ur rhymes u make no cents (sense) so before u drop again try to comprehend
ur own sentence before it ends
trash nigga,no gettin ass nigga,when its war,u quick to run like flash nigga
u a indian,im a cheif,ill fuck up ur beliefs,nigga u vegeterian
u dont want no beef,u got no heat
for me,its money and power over a bitch,you? its just gonna be flowers
over u snitch
fuck u and ur peoples,u actin like u really evil,homie im have to
change this sequal,cuz me and u aint equal,this aint murder,its man slaughter
homie i aint mean too,i live your dream duke
treat u like a pencil and snap you,my money is growin of trees (haze) like apples
i swear to god if u was in my face ill smack you
u pussy nigga,u a coward,u sweet,and this situation could get sour,
what the fuck is u talking about givin me a golden shower? ewww
fag,u find ur pleasuer in men?,i hope u dont say that shit neva again
my freind,go back to ur play pen,before i give u 10
cuz u just another hater,wearing make up,in order for me to rob u
u need to step ur cake up,and get some paper,rat ass nigga,ima extirminate ya
ima do u a favor,and serve u like a waiter,ill see u later
me murkin you its some u betta prevent,only my ring cost more than your rent
but hold on..u dont got a house..u live in a tent
my fault
Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 12:57 pm
by Omega Bill
It's really pathetic you take what I say and make it your own, use your own fuckin lines before I pull out my chrome
I'm talkin gay? When you talk about jumpin off your dick, get your mind right before I make you my bitch
I got a noose in the trunk that Im just waiting to hang, you wont know what hapens when them shots go bang
Tie you up in the tree like the fake monkey you are, light you on a fire till your body starts to char
I hear broke bitches burn the fastest, I dont really care, Ill still piss on your ashes
Or maybe Ill make it slow and slit your achilles, have you screamin "No stop, Bill, please"
Maybe have you bite down on somethin hard while I whip your head, this aint no manslaughter I wont leave you dead
Ill make you bleed out like a gutted cow, blacken your eyes so you cant see now
This is horror, worse than Hellraiser, shave a few inches of your head with my sharpened razor
An dont act like you homicidal, you more trained than a dog make you my bitch named Fido
Throw you a bone everyonce in awhile while your chained to my hot water tank, maybe sneak up on you everyonce in awhile and use the shank
You done fucking with a psycho worse than Carrie, put all this in your mind, its kinda scary
Sittin there helpless with no thought but survive as I walk closer with a entourage of knives
Maybe you'll learn once and for awhile while you shit your pants, fucking with me bitch, you cant
Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 2:00 pm
by Street Pharmacist
u gotta be kiddin me,niggas makin accounts to diss me?
ill bring the end too ur world like the 4 horsemen,god damn
its a shame bill needed online reinforcement
oh ur grindin!? lmao oh BOY UR LIEN,ill stop ur clock
no rewindin,ive been spittin sick,since the myans
come on man do somethin with ur life,make up for the time u waste
are u fuckin serious? did u just say u will cum in my face?
omfg u and bill is a discrase
i feel sad for u mother,knowin her child is a fag and has a bigger
fag as his lover,fuckin each other under cover,worst part is with no rubber
and u 2 probly brothers
yall niggas is more fruity than the rainbow,u fuckin lame'oz
but whos to blame tho?,urselfs,yall gay hoes
ill smash ur brains into play doe
damn its sad how you 2 are now trying to jump me on illest...internet gangsters
it now shows whos the realest,u cant kill this