I'm heavier than Brando sittin on Orson Wells.
In trouble with the law like I was Justin Bieber,
Yeah, you broke so fast you got a Mach 10 plastercast
I rule the pugilistic world with my screaming fist style...
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Yet you sound like that yodeller who lives on the moon
I'm deadly when I let loose
My rhymes are better than you
When they speak the truth
At least that much is true
I am the master of lies
The best among all guys
When I battle opponents die
Your style's like stale rye
Bread that's been sitting on pavement gathering mold
And In a couple of days it'll be fifteen years old
And I can rest now that you have been told
And you now know my rhymes are better than gold
By the tone of your voice you sound like your two years old
My raps are godlike in power
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how long it take you to right that? 6 times an hour?
My words are like venom
coming out when I spit em
Maybe that's why lucky7 is so disgusted by em
Controversy is the we rappers go
and I know my boys come 'fore b*****s and hoes
and y'all can suck my d*** while I'm rolling in dough
Cuz it's the the fate of the high to live above the low.
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Little pump, you think you can withstand my ire?
I rap better than Apollo plays the lyre
x4 criticals you're a critical liar
My words are truth, that's pretty atypical
Where I go twisted bodies follow how's that for some criticals
When I beat someone up they end up in the hospital condition: critical
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Unlike you I'm humble enough to stand for correction
I'm ripping this f***ing game like my pants when I get an erection
We know they call you Bell because they know you're a ding-dong
One of those poor retards stuck in communist Hong-Kong
So go back to your bong
Smoke yo pot while beat your a**
Because my words deadlier than nuclear blasts
The only way you'll get close to nuclear is by having a meltdown
I learn from the best, not some small town gay
So I'll end this little battle with a f*** you, but have a nice day
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I see, so really you haven't really listened, you don't know what I do
I rip stadiums without much help from my crew
Achoo
Your words are so disgusting I think they gave me the flu
Your rhymes are pretty bad , I think your brain might be a little askew
Haha, You're so cute, like little kitten. mew!
If you don't want to have a nice day, that's fine with me
What makes you think I give a f*** about you
I am a tiefling, a hell-spawn
You're just a skeleton, some necromancer's pawn
I have a strength of 10000, and more brains than brawn
When I'm finished every atom of you will be gone
You are the very opposite of the magnificent Emperor of Brazil. Ooooooh matron
Which is how I customarily begin my recitations, I think
Which do not contain evidences of profanity or approving references to strong drink
Which I consider to be the main evil besetting mankind
It has caused men to go mad and others to go blind
Which is not a good thing to happen to a man
Especially if it causes his lines of poetry not for to scan
Which would never happen to me, the finest poet and tragedian in all Scotland...
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More like the biggest stoner in all of Pot-land
You're rhymes would considered bad in the heart of swamp land
I'm notorious, people call me the Black Hand
My Palace is Diefic my s***s are so grand
Outsiders pledge their allegiance my time is at hand
My armies will annihilate all that you command
Your pathetic pseudo-science ring will finally disband
I don't take time to write my rhymes, they are excellently unplanned
You're malleable, I'll stretch you like a rubber band
I constantly meet danger, I'm sustained by my adrenalin glands
You're a p*ssy you're sustained by your tear gland
You;re a masturbater
I'm a master debater
Ask your freaky mom, I used to date her
I got more rhymes than my man James Joyce,
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and when you are gone we will all rejoice
I will beat you and toss you in the back of my Rolls Royce
Your rhymes are the only thing worse than your voice
I wouldn't listen to either if I had the choice
but I guess I don't do I
You're annoying like buzz of a fly
What kind of drugs can make make you that high
when I sigh for all the bad rappers here it's a continuous sigh
I don't mean to pry
but you look like you're about to cry
When I look at people they get black eyes
RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16
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Your trash rhymes about to get compacted like a dianoga
Sith Master MC finds your lack of style disturbing
Unfortunate you faced me... incomplete was your training
I'm your father, better join me or die, son
Now witness the end of your pathetic rap rebellion
x6 Star Wars reference for the combo
I execute my finishing move and you're gone, bro
I'll walk you out in the M*F* morning dew
Yeah, I will overcome just like Joan Baez
You is in my bagel, just like spreadable chaez
I will beat you with a banjo about the faez
And bury you deep under several laez
Of sedimentary rock
Or maybe kapok.
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Is that all you got
Man go suck some cock
Because you got your hairy p***y stuck on yo' face
Eat less you fat@$$ I don't you can fit in that lace
Tired? you look it, I'll hammer you with a +5 heavy mace
I'm such a good smith my greatsword has brace
I'll kick your @$$ so hard you'll end up in space
Your rhymes resemble a blank space
I'm nice enough to leave you alive, I'll give you some grace
My words just won Canada the arms race
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I think you had better remember your place
There you go again rhyming a word with itself
Better pull your rhyming dictionary down from the shelf
I got mad rhymes like "door hinge" for "orange"
I "pilfer" your "silver" then go back for "more binge"
You can come back two posts down for another lesson
Yeah I'm back
Was a bit out of whack
gotta this crack taking, good for nothing yak
you're a disgrace to my race
with this statement, I let rest this case
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You act like an athiest, where is your piety
Dis raps man you got piss raps
Your comebacks are full of holes like mile wide gaps
You need a rap lesson go find a little girl and take some notes
Until she slaps
You and calls the cops about a pedo
Then get back to yo
House and write something that we can bob heads to
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I'm like a pair of Testonis, you're like ripoff Keds, foo
You couldn't buy my skill with $20G Lebrons
When it comes to dis raps I'm the mafia Don
So pay your respects and kiss my ring
CR500 The mock Marshall Mathers
Imagined himself igneous Exploding like Etna
Instead, quite extinct, A vacant volcano,
He blocked up the boards With his fossilised flow
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Well this is whack
Does everyone hate on white boys here
You both have had way too much beer
Pulg, I never intended to blow
I'm simmering, unleashing a bright red glow
And Bell when have you ever dissed me
I'll look through these posts while you pack up and go
I know where to put your piss rap,
up your a**
Dude, just let loose
Pulg I'll take you at least you can spit some abuse
But you won't take me like you took that moose...
Chaz, I ain't Cro-Magnon, I'm Neanderthal
Bouncing around on my king-size balls
Like a hairy space-hopper
More smarts than Karl Popper
I'm slicker than KY Jel'
Now, what do you think about that, Mr Bell?
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Well that wouldn't have got you far in Vogon hell
The rhymes you spit aren't that swell
Sometimes I wonder if you can spell
And your voice is uglier than Adele
But other than it weren't too bad
But my style is the new rap fad
But you ain't me I guess that makes you sad
But I am me and that makes me very glad
Wait, this was made for Bell
F*** it I don't give a sh!t about that
Wrong son, You got more lumps than a mammogram
I deflect words like kevlar, you know I be hard
I got dwarven runes and dwarven rhymes.
CR 500 more like CR 1.
If you're stinkin with tha cricket
I'll send you to da
dwarven mines.
