I'll be back when ya make up somethin that doesn't make me laugh

asses-glasses, missin me - shit to me, retarted - started, pass - ass, snitch - bitch, won - son, sucked - fucked!
Wow, that's mega-rhymes, sorry to bother ya
Brother, you're a sh!tload pretending he's caviar
You're a rapper? Fukk you and both your fans
Fancy to get me offended? Get your vocab extended
Operating on 50 words basis - go batlle Oasis
Go call your groupies to get you outta this fight
And mind you, you ain't doing it right
If you're not keeping your butt-cheeks tight
Cuz what broomsticks do is frightening
Sure, you ain't here like me
But took three days to reply, b
While writing to Hom' and demise
Repeatedly, now that's pity, eh?
You're despicable, no bones to pick with me
Not in my league, weaker unspeakably
Go back to the N.Y.C., sister
Send someone a bit sisnister
Ain't got sh!t on me but them glasses jokes
You sound like a seven-grader with snotty nose
What, can't do better? No brain whatsoever?
Sadly, both fomer and latter
Care to prove the dildo's not alone in your pants?
Put your real photo up, let me humor my friends

yes, i saw you motherfukker - came and left

I’m dissin you posers, so maybe someday you bitches learn.
That if ya just keep workin ya mouth, obe gonna have you little girls eatin sperm.
I told ya ten times ya rhymes sound like shit.
Mozzy rhyming on da net,
cause he da type to piss himself when it’s time to spit.
I’ll give ya a taste of my game,
da rap major came.
After this mozzy’s gonna think about changing his name.
College boy faggot, everyone knows you’re rhymes stink.
And if ya ask me, I sugest next time you take more time to think.
sisnister ? What cha meanin by dat?
I’ll go back to ny, you looser gonna stay in Kaliningrad.
haha
Talking about rhymes that I do,
Dumb ass atleast my rhyme, I don’t see where half of yours do.
Talkin about “it took me 3 days” to come up with the lines that im makin.
I was out with a hoe, while your dumbass was sittin home waitin.
I see ya change your style, what’s wrong boy, you nervous?
And also keep your sick-broom-faggot shit to yaself, pervert.

Fight-right-tight, ha you’re the one that need to work on his rhymes n flow
Yeah, bitch, iain’t in your league,I finished d-league a long time ago
I bet all ya did to ya contestants before was just bore em.
Mugsy, take yo fake bro’s n fake flows to anotha forum.


CAme n left just like you did in the mournin, dumbass

I ain't leavin the net to rhyme cause i fear,
I don't miss a chance to diss ya pathetic ass everytime that i'm here


should i wait or come back tomorow mugsy?

Shit-spit, game-came-name, stink-think, I do-yours do, makin-waitin - still whack as fukk, go quack like Scrooge McDuck

You call THAT "dissin" ? Keep wishing! you're barely hissing
Like snakes in the grass – no venom, i guess
Cuz you can't bite, nope – not enough might
You're the type of a frat boy with a mini-toy
Who's called "the skirt on the campus" with cheap ploys
Ain't feeling my rhymes?
Stop touching the screen, use the mind
That's right, cuz i'm writing half-assedly
Exposing your posturings - easily
The sh!t got beaten outta your pre-writtens –
My freestyles will make you sh!t kittens
The taste of your game is at best
"Hand-blue", then "foot-red"
Like the twister, you're better off dead
All bent outta shape, badly blistered
No threat and no challenge, you sister
You're only "major" compared to midget
Look, a "broomstick" is getting him twitchy!
What was it – bad childhood experience?
I'm blessed with a wit to blast you
Ridicule your texts
And rip hard through your texture
Beastly gesture – make you part with your testicles
Slightly alter your voice
Wreck your sh!t with finesse, yo
Leaving now is your best choice
You're a ludicrous side-kick
To somebody i've ripped through – already
You're a b!tch, too
So i'll walk in your dream
And slay like i'm Freddy
Everyone knows my rhymes
Sink the wannabees.
Pitiful kids who act up
But are weak at the knees
And if i ever ask you
It'll be like "Had enough, dude?"
"d-league"? what a sec, bro
Is that "degenerate", or "deluded" you came from?
You were "out with a hoe" – for some in-house training
You're not the lamest, but i smashed your frame in

peep this and mind your own business while your mistress is giving my d!ck a big French kiss

took your time didn't ya?

ur style is lame and u sukk lyk chineese fukk
I warned u 1 time, now u come unstuk
ure despicable, ur postings not vocable
me is untouchable, simply unfukable

Darth Vader, im ur girls pussy invader
Check her later and keep it vapor
Aktin lyk a hairy mongrel without stoppa
centi grasshopa, now meet ur choppa

Stinkin flip-floppa, durty Modest
Ill fuk yo ass up, not usin a vest
then u can blow me, ill cum on ya chest
good fukin good sukin, that's what u possessed

who lulled u that u got style
go wash out ur eyez, whatchu buckwild?
no rhyme, no charizma, not even shit
so tie ur shoe, son, shut ur head, kid

befo u go back to NYC, let me inform u, that ure tha sissy
bitch like Chrissy, now grab ur titty, ill fuk u 'fo the journey, sure u'll miss me
see, my crosswords are puzzlin, ur shit iz hissing, now tell me, macaque, whos dick ur lips kissin?
Of course, im on the Dark side of Force, teared ur roof off, ur fat out, no mercy, no pity, no remorse

Club ur click, jerk, if u know what i mean, no matter where u from, u betta come clean
Fuk them lean, i put them on cream, hole 'm wit tha rusty screwdriver, shatter them screens
Punk, grab ur pants, gather ur 50cents, toss ur lucky ass out, keepin in mind all the ruff moments
Mass murder not style, im not gettin wild, ecpecially if my opponent just a little child...

release the dolphins, rotten shrimp...

is this all you could do - six words in eleven hours? whack mo-fo.

-Цитата от Mozzy

is this all you could do - six words in eleven hours? whack mo-fo.

whatchu waitin from total retard...

look motherfucker if ya think this is dope rhymin you is sick, hit me wit somethin intrestin n dope rhymin so i can make myself readit to the end.
i ain't even paste no rhymes on hommie, he's a really funny dude, make's me laugh so much.

Брынь Брынь к телефону липнишь как шалава
По заказу,ты гондон надутый Маза Фака

Ill play you like a console,stick a joystick in your asshole!
I got missles just for you Bastard! Inhalin In Mustard,
You chedder cheese,spread on loath of bread for the last time.
Greasy Goblin, ill pop you like a bubble!
Buddy You Heading For some Trouble!
Obe one? If im not mistaking your uncle is Osama!
Ow no he didnt! Lol dont even start bro!
Im Nitro! Macho!Your actually fun though.
just like E.T phone home! Or Balto!
Your penis is to small to get some satisfaction !
Your in the back of the line chocking on cock and gagin!
Old ass prostitute ,stop your homo sexual naggin

-Цитата от obe one

look motherfucker if ya think this is dope rhymin you is sick, hit me wit somethin intrestin n dope rhymin so i can make myself readit to the end.
i ain't even paste no rhymes on hommie, he's a really funny dude, make's me laugh so much.

u dumb as a mammoth
ur justificationz are suk... puto, get of my dik...

congratz... this pussy biatch's blown ta deth...
hes poor attempts finished lyk i supposed befo... fuk this mo fo, is there sum1 elz?

лол

hommie learn to rap, ya fake poser. N if ya bitch ass ain't scared to battle, i'm a t you're service.

-Цитата от obe one

hommie learn to rap, ya fake poser. N if ya bitch ass ain't scared to battle, i'm a t you're service.

first off, show me ur stuff, loosa... aint seen a shit from u...
u actin bitchy, suka... tryin to get me wit few linez of silly werdz...
u suked once, i can give u more, shimpo...

heh, stop croakin lyk somkinda little water frog...

What up girlfriend, I see for you it’s pretty tough to rhyme.
The only things that rhyme in your text, is two fuckin lines.
Me “chedder, cheese,” hommie please .
You tryin to diss me, while you re a down, down on your fuckin kneese.
C’mon hommie, wanna battle? You know that you’ll loose.
My uncle Osama? haha You stupid ass is confused.
You nitro?no, you a tight hoe.
A free dick to sit on, that’s what you fight for.



Russian styile – battle? Or ya a pussy motherfucker.
Mozzy sorry ain’t askin you so far, I’ll ask ya when these fake suckas are outtahere

Marvellous stupidity...
a lotta dogz addressed to this mo fo, and all he can say iz "fuk u too" akin frases...
stfu, u busted ass fagget...

-Цитата от obe one

What up girlfriend, I see for you it’s pretty tough to rhyme.
The only things that rhyme in your text, is two fuckin lines.
Me “chedder, cheese,” hommie please .
You tryin to diss me, while you re a down, down on your fuckin kneese.
C’mon hommie, wanna battle? You know that you’ll loose.
My uncle Osama? haha You stupid ass is confused.
You nitro?no, you a tight hoe.
A free dick to sit on, that’s what you fight for.

Russian styile – battle? Or ya a pussy motherfucker.
Mozzy sorry ain’t askin you so far, I’ll ask ya when these fake suckas are outtahere

How can u battle, u have nuttin at all?
Shame on a n*, i guess u like to brawl?
Showed u one time how my dick can inject
Straight in ur ass, yes, what else u expect?

Im not dissin a bitch, i just fuk em to blow
Cmon, come and get me, make my jimmy glow...
Ho, check the flow, gonna slap ya cheeks slow
ull be blue lyke a sky, autopsy for a Winslou...

Aint told u about ur uncle, u imbecile
U cant even read, that's not my style
Suka, Osama was not in my post
STFU mo fo, jus get lost....

make my day...

Mugsy took his best shot at me, and the looser missed.
You ain’t a competition for me, I don’ t know why I’m still doin this.
C’mon mugsy if ya just bullshit’n then rappin ain’t fun.
“You're a b!tch, too “

Iain’t a bitch, stupid ass, but you admit that you’re one.
See my my art of facts like artifacts’,
Hommie n Mozzy catchin heart-attacks.
Guard there backs, pussies, I’ll make yo kneeseshake.
I’ll finish these faggets, and leave ya for desert like a cheese-cake.
Talkin “pre-written, shit-kitten” Is dat the best this kid givin?
I’m chick hittin, ill spittin, ya probably think this kid cheatin.
You fake like your friend hommie, who thinks he smokes crack.
Hommie still hopin dat I don’t leavee him with a broken back.
Ya sissies run fast, like ya heard a gun blast.
And your sweet dumb-ass just made me cum fast.
Ya like 2pac? It’s good he doesn’t see this fake thug.
Ya fake fuck, the only place where you’re known is gayclubs.
I play tough n stay tough, mugsy I’m the baddest one.
I’m just havin fun, obe’s leavin rappers done.

nune-nune... obe-none... sonofagun... r u dun?
pinky bun, call 9-1-1, ure jus fun, my homerun....

You ain't gonna battle cause you ain't got a chance with me.
I asked you to battle, you wuz too scared too awnser me.
talkin about you slap my cheaks slow
ha you a freak foe
suckin dick cause ya need dough.
You talkin trash, askin to check your flow.
Even if i check it, i still don't respect a hoe.


so we battlin?

-Цитата от obe one

I don’ t know why I’m still doin this.
.

then i know, u freaky fuk...
ur selvesteem don wan 2 let u go...