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talkin down in your shirt... at ya chesthairs like "please start growing"/ but u"ll never be a man if u keep groaning with your pink parts showing// :/
was that a punchline or somekind of sick twisted humor/
you being sick is just a rumor my shine radiates like cancerous tumors//

-- Mon Jul 12, 2010 11:26 am --

never been a boxer just consistently vicious/
destroy auxillery equipment with artillery that hits from a distance// fuck a punchline every rhyme i script is hard hittin/ your skills are less than that of a employee at the goodwills commission// bitches..

-- Mon Jul 12, 2010 11:44 am --

solarpowered flows mastered no slacker a go getter
never been the type to throw knockout punches more like a sugar ray leneord
i can beat you with speed, plus im clever with wits/
if dumb people dumbed down and died out wack emcees would never exist// i guess its true, that ignorance is bliss///

In this thread, you better learn ta let the knockout punches fly
cause if you're Sugar Ray, then I'm Mike Tyson in his motherfuckin' prime

I bet when you talk you sound like Chinese women bitchin'
and your bars are all frayed and fucked up - how are you in mint condition

Sorry to fuck up the thread, but shady did you BLATANTLY JACK YOUR CYPHER LINE FROM THE MOST FAMOUS SONG ON TOP 40 RADIO BEDROCK BY YOUNG MONEY FEAT LLOYD?!!!

And I ,lester piggot. pick holes in every text , leave an extra divet//
Dont test the physics, I tip the scales  wherever scientists set the pivot.//
the best frigates? I stress the rivets with applied shear.//
hittin on ideas like I hit on fat chicks after five beers.// 
   

   

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You thought u were Hot Shit who are you? Nelly
My Diss will Piss on ur Face I must be R.Kelly

You're collllld.. cause you spit no flames, ya prick
and how ya gonna flip this when you can't even rotate your pic !?

I spit pepper gas.. You lick men and laugh
and you catch so many balls to the face you should wear a catcher's mask

I can't sleep so I'll pass the time by making this man weep,
By reminding him his momma wishes she could've had Plan B.

We're not cut from the same cloth but it's easy to tell,
While I spit smooth as silk you could never be felt.

this dude don't know what he is so bow in defiance
I'ma milk this pussy for what he's worth, whether Cow or Lion

-- Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:00 am --

here's another bar, I forgot to leave it
but you wack bruh, saying it outta convenience


lulz

He think's he boss,-he-wilin', but this pussy's-smiling, truth-be-told,
Cause he learned how to spit hot when his faggot boyfriend spewed-a-load.

His skills are like Doug's nematode, Non-existant. He's no champ.
Sits on dicks while a flesh piston splits his lips, bitin tight like a hose clamp.

I'm quick to split your lip, Cause you're the only one posting
Who can't count two bars, three and a half totally don't fit.

You're quick to handle lotion with a lonely devotion,
I'll drop you off a cliff to see poetry in motion.

THEY SAY THE DRUGS R CHEAPER AND MORE AVAILABLE//THE SHIT THEY SELL FOR ME AINT SALEABLE//TOO MUCH CUTTING AND MIXING THATS THE REAL CRIME//I,M DOING TWICE AS MUCH IN HALF THE TIME!!

I'd laugh right in front of you cause you're a prententious cunty dude
and you trademarked a name nobody would ever wanna fuckin' use

Knwon for rippin the pros, get their numbers just to call and diss on them hoes/
These wack rap cats lack and show more ass than strippers on poles/

Whine-bitch-whine, bitch-whine-bitch
grow a pair, butch up, cause I'm sick of this shit
your rhymes need fixin' cause they lame and grotesque
that's what you get for jackin' dick and cruisin' for man sex

No escaping, I'll leave victims w/ sawed feet, cut like raw meat//
Consider this the "warning track", cuz I just went balls deep//

Like clears sky you're nothing to me, I feel lighting coming through me//
I don't gotta act gangsta one bit, look at the name, Rugged's just "too/two G"//


alright ill try it....


cut my feet like raw meat? i'll crucify you with bloody stubs//

R.E. an easy defeat even his "warning" tracks wont get showed any luv//

and that lightning you feel is just the heat from from defeat//

cause i bring fire then retreat RE shit is cold on the street//