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Guess who's back suckers!
Im back for another!
And i cant wait to be another bar crusher!!
Once i stepped in the Whole stage turned dark,
they saw the face of Death when i stepped up!
Wanna burn me? Well im wide open!
I'll still be standin' till ya mouths are broken!
And Its been a long time, so im kinda rusty,
But all of you are still here so boy am i Lucky!
EternalPredator, ur still trynna burn?
Ur only spittin' coal! When will ya learn?
The king of rap? HA! What a big pun!
Ur not a real king! So better belive ya havent won!
Im kinda cold now so turn the heat up a bit...
Im talking to my fireplace, YOU GUYS ARE WEAKER THAN IT!
Stringboi gonna burn himself and end up in an asylum
For always talking to a fireplace that cannot talk, and silent
A rhyme runner that ran away
From an older user that is starting to decay
I dont really get the name
Im guessing it's because your bars are as thin as a string
Im just guessing
Imma give you a chance,
Call it a blessing
"Luctary"?! Man, what kinda name is that?!
Is it a slug, a mouse? I'm guessing it's a rat!
Look at that verse! It's as short as you are!
Think twice before you judge me! Ya got the ego of a pop star!
A blessing bro? I just came from hell!
And i only came back because i sensed Your smell!
Ya got 194 posts? 194 mistakes!
But you're still trynna roast? No matter what it takes??
Give it up "Luctary"....time to take a break...
Cuz i just turned you into a large rare steak!!
Join the other players, they're in a pile of ashes!
It's Perfect for someone like you….MADE OF PLASTIC!
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Def more words hur, more terds hur--
then port o potties- scopin da room n Tryin to catch bodies.
Call me 0 3 Ocho- Cinco, I can c much of y'all- ll run to kinkos,
Copy Cattin Cats- I check my rolodex- I see its time fo mo checks.
Like a charcter from boondocks,
U cant c? Black made a comeback like tube socks.
Wit some smooth drops- been takin me metamusal,
I had me 2 battles in line, & 2 refusals.
Ill abuse you, Prescious Mama- put u in da ali baba,
n squeeze da juice out cha, til ya a makavelli imposter.
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When will these kids learn how to spell?!
Do ya go to School? Cuz i bet you don't do well!
Here we got Black Business, a star in his imagination!
But in the real world he's just the opposite of action!
Abuse me?! I'll snap ur face in Three!
Stop trynna diss bro, im twice the man you'll ever be!!
My rhymes are hot at hell and they leave more than a dent!
Black Buisness got a big mouth but we only understand 10%!
All yall bad rhymes are getting me fuel!
SIT A BUTTS DOWN CUZ YA JUST GOT SCHOOLED!
You shouting in every line
This isnt death metal
To think that Id be right
Youre going mental
Yeah Im slowing down the tempo
But Ill snap your right in half like a pencil
Talk about pencils, did you ever finish school?
Cause it seems like you dont know how to spell either
Im dropping millions and no else can compete
Youve gone silent for a long time
It seems you've been beat
Im poisonous, and Im sure as hell dangerous
My rhymes are disastrous
But you know Im often generous
Your copying me man. I said i'd snap you!
Think before ya rap, Your most likely the fool!
I think ur just copying me because ur lazy.
And i'm not goin' mental, IM GOIN' FRICKIN' CRAZY!
Your cocky a@@ raps are only making me laugh!
The only way we can make ya pretty is preparing for a photograph!
It's honestly quite cocky sayin' you've already beat me…
But im fighting ya like a boss, drinkin' all mah tea!
I just dunked on ya! CALL THIS THE WWE!
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Hi homie welcome to your labotomy . I am a god spell that reverse and thats what you are.you cant rhyme people watching you is just a waste of time .you cant rap you just make words sound like crap.face book told me you were out with a girl called erin pretty, must be a fake account becuz she is not pretty got a fat waste and snort nose like ms piggy.
My pen hits the paper and the flow don't stop
Beat in the head while my lyrics drop
Got no sound boards, hear no music
Some punish rhymes, I straight abuse it
I'm putting them together for the world's amusement
Lyrics so sick I make a surgeon lose it
His lunch on the patient
Barfs during operation
Coming out like a cyborg from a lesser nation
Losing a gallon of blood from the laceration
It's like you're pouring your heart out, O-positive everywhere
You'd think it fictitious as vicious as my vocals blare
Like unicorns or horns on a hare
Dragons breathing fire and eggs with hair
Who could've known saying stupid stuff could make you a millionaire?
Sit in a silver chair and forget how a stuffed duck got there
When'd I buy that junk?
It's not even acquired taste
Must be a gift from the guy I maced
If memory serves me
It doesn't, it completely desserts me
Can't even remember the last line
Something about a duck?
Just my luck
Something else that don't make sense
Like getting a bird and buildi
We got two new rappers that i am ready to demolish.
You both got trashy rhymes, but mine still stay solid.
I've battled many rappers so it's time for a fresh start.
When you two joined this battle i hope you thought with your heart.
You probably don't know me so don't try roasting me with silliness…
Imma electricute you all! Call me Darth Sidious!
Let's start with you "Hellmurderer", ya got some messy messy lyrics.
If you are what your name says, you probably got a bad business!
Nobody knows what your talking about ya idiot!
This is a rap war so ya better take it serious!
And Awesome Boy Raps, your lyrics arent that bad...
But when People don't make sense, it makes ME really mad!
So what im trynna say is stop acting like a rad!
Peace and love never ends well, it always ends sad….
I heard a rumor English women make love the best
Is that true? ‘Cause I ain't had no justice yet
A lot of clowns keep arguing on who the best is
Bite the style but can't digest it
'Til they get karate-kicked in the mouth
And their teeth get ejected
Told you to watch who you beef with on the last record
Platinum teeth? I sell them for a thousand pounds a piece
You buy one back and you get one free
Put it down in the East, put it down in the West
Put it down on paper, put the paper down on the desk
In the studio is where I put it down to the test
It's nothing but skull-crushing pressure down at them depths
Throw a rough mix down, download it to disk
Give a copy to everybody that's down with Bis
Since '96, the Dogg Pound Remix
First time anybody put me down to spit
It's like Pac Man, don't stop, 'til I hear my voice
Banging up and down the block in a Magnavox
With a hundred watts
Creating ripples in the water, like aquanauts
Breathing through their oxygen-box
I belong on top of the pops,
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I got this killa up inside of me/I can't talk to my mother so I talk to my diary."
It's funny how it can be easier to talk to the world than to your own mother. Scarface's rap was his diary, and this song comes off his album named, that's right, The Diary. This line speaks to how important rap is -- how important any form of expression is -- to the artist as more than just a career or way to entertain. Some rappers pour their souls into their lyrics, and you can bet that a rapper like Scarface wouldn't dare use a potentially effeminate word like "diary" unless he was doing just that.
So I guess you want me to me pleasant like Marry Poppins
No severing limbs and chopping off body parts dropping
Them off of a fairy crossing the Hudson
I bet its no cursing because you aint a thugs son
But one of a Pastor churching you on manners
well I'm still going bananners like Bananas in Pajamas
You got no Jam plus cant jam us up on those phoney rhymes you hand us
Understand us? No, neither no I drinking co-co in cabanas
While I got a Carrabin coconut to stroke my, WHAT in Havana
Am I doing wasting rhymes spewing these weak mutinies
Mutants who refusing to go mute so you can swallow my puke
A nuke is what I feel like right now, but unable to cut lose
So whats the use of having to chose weather you abuse
The rules and cuss your brains out in this insane bout
But I know you aint ever got brains from a dame another mans pain his spouse
Right in his own house, (squeak squeak), what was that? oh, Mickey Mouse
Im sickly Clouse I run out in your grandmothers blouse
Cover in delousing pow
In the ring we got kids with only 1-3 posts.
They're fail rappin' while i'm here just waiting for a roast!
I'm a wolf in sheeps clothing, call it a warning.
I'll always be rapping at night 'til the morning!
Ya'll all got a lot in common so i'll roast you all together.
You try makin' yourselvs seem cool, but none of you are clever!
I sense fear in Your verses. WHAT? Ya forgot ya lines?
Ya fail With all Your tries. Ya can't outmatch my rhymes!
All Your raps are pathetic so you better call a medic.
My flow is abnormal, mutated and cosmetic!
SO F*CK KNOCKING! Kick the door!
Do it more!
I'm getting bored!
I'll always be back untill you all "POOF" hit the floor….
I go way back with my friends, we used to kick it all the time
Summertime cruising, listening to blues and sipping orange juice kicked with booze smoke a doobie snooze.
Then we wake up shake up, girls put on your make-up, we're going to tear up the club
every time the bass drops and a bottle pops
And shots don't stop dropping till the credit cards stop shopping
And the bartender starts mopping, we hit the road, what's popping?
X's and O's at Alexis and her hoes
Then its's relaxing your toes on the beaches with your bros
Bottles of ice cold rose and tequilas from Don Jose
We only do the right way till there's nothing left yeah!
Fast forward to this moment, pretend that you own it
We are all here united by the fact that we're grown and
we shared a common past and it lasted to the present, our friendship
even though it was dented, it never broke just bended
We were different so we blended, and bonded
Kinda like how atoms are connected. The results were unprecedented
Blood brothers raised from the gutters
Born to fathers and mothers with other lovers
Brothers and sisters of different colors
at the sound of my drummer came together in numbers
that outnumbered the conquerors and freed those locked in the dungeons.
Stole their guns and burned their burger buns on a bunsen burner
along with the furniture that made them go beserker.
You losers think u can rap, but really, i used ur raps to wipe after my last crap. Your face i can use to lace my shoes you just gonna lose .Your rhymes are a disgrace to the whole human race, if this was race you would be in last place still at a pace like with no haste, and oh yeah, you wouldn't know a good rhyme, if it slapped u in the back of the head. I think its funny, how yall think u got game, when really what you got is straight up lame. if i were you, i would be ashamed to tell anyone my first ya so lame i could show ya look up ebola . You say rap runs this thing? well i just raped this thing so remember my name and say my name beacuse you just got owned to and from ya home
A couple of years ago, before the year nine-fo'
My cash flow was low, I was low on dough
Used to try to talk to fly girls, and they was like: No!
I knew that all of that'd change once I started to blow
Now my pockets are bloated, because I exploded
Stay devoted, dropped a hot album, now I'm loaded
I hang with fly stars, buy cars, for fifty-thou'
The New York City child, thug with a pretty smile
I love this rap game, that's why I married it
It's a big load, but somebody gots to carry it
At one point I was about to give up
Then got offered a record deal, and my eyes lit up
In 1992, boo, my dream came true
First I got the fame, then the cream came through
Word up, I used to rhyme all the time
Whoever thought that slim kid from one-three-nine'd
Shine down the line, huh?
I used to sell cracks, now I sell tracks
Listen up, cause when L raps, he tell facts
I'm the type of cat to lay wack MCs to rest
I was told to work hard to achieve success
Words of wisdom from my father
He said: L, when thi
O.C.'s illin', I will never, ever bore you
O.C.'s illin', I will never, ever bore you
To rock like I do, it takes certain zest
I'm truly untouchable, like Elliot Ness
See, my word and verse is fly. One moment tranquil
Then the next minute it goes with the strength to kill
I can rock a party right, all night, just trust me
Not an MC out there who can touch me
Anywhere I go, young ladies, they rush me
When I'm on the mic, no way in hell you can hush me
My mere presence will leave you in awe
And when I'm through you too will call me pa-pa
Now is the time to settle this vendetta
Slicin' MCs like a Swiss-cheese shredda
If you don't like Swiss, then I cut you like chedda
Thick, slow and quick, great pain it will inflict
The beat's on time and the cuts all click
Elegant, never meant, I loves to invent
If you heard me say I rock, this is what I meant
I don't shriek, I speak, I could never be weak
I got the crowd overwhelmed with my rap mystique
I'm shrewd, never booed, I wear the MC crown
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Awsome Boy Raps! Do you think Your Bruce Wayne?!
Cause ya have a HUGE mouth but super small brain!
You've just written 5 verses what a waste of time!
Stop being so greedy and let us drop a rhyme!
All i see in those verses are brags and boasts.
I read every single one but didn't feel a single roast!
My raps are frickin' legendary! I'm fightin' the entire military!
Boi! Your unnecesarry!
Someone get him a Dictionary.
I Guess Your now out of raps to say.
Go back to thinking cuz i'm rappin' all day!
People trynna Battle me but i'm like "Why bother?!"
I'm sad cuz all the people only care about the dollar!
I didn't come here to Battle people that suck.
Better step up Your game chaps! I'm the evolution of VuxVux!
hey stringboiplayz I can see the fear in your eyes
What!? forgot ya lines?
You fail with all your tries,
it don't outmatch my rhymes
Fool! I'm rap king
Ya shouldn't rap fool, ya should sing!
Ya an't got nuthin, check out my bling!
Look at him, thinking his bad, its sad,
in fact, its pathetic
I'll diss ya so bad ya'll need a medic
My raps are epic!
My raps are legendary!
Ya got a ballerina, I got the military
Boy, your unnecessary
Quick someone pass him a dictionary
coz this fool outa raps to say
I guess his done for the day!
Ya couldn't rap if ya tried
Ya a loser that died
Ya died in a rap battle against Automatic
Ya being over dramatic
don't cry, just die
I want ya dead anyway
Ya go against me, good luck, ya'll need it!
Listen to my rap, say ya think ya can beat it?
No way, ya nuthin but a fool
Nuthin but a wanna-be cool
I'm done, boy
I'm done with you!