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to russian styile Who is this? Can’t even write russian style. With those shit-like rhymes you shoulda called yourself usha style. You ain’t got “rhythm”, you aint got no fatality. Stop makin up, bitch, comeback to reality. Your vibe IS frightenin, I guess you’ll neva hold a mike. You aint a “mif”, you a milf from some porno site. |
to damice ))))) you said it right , when you said that this bitch is wack, cause you getting f*cked kid. Are these 4 lines the best you could come up with? This is the last time I’m dissin him, unless it’s a serious session. This dumb mothaf*cka can’t even awnser a single simple question. You wanna be black so much, dat you call people nigga. I guess that’s all ya got, well my talents much bigga. Why you talking about me sprayin, when I’m not. I think you usin other peoples verses lot. You ain’t black, So why you say crack? Your rhymes ain’t facts, Ya stay wack, then stayback, cause it’s payback. I make rap, you make shit, and I hate dat. My shit aint sprayin? Why ya even say that? See for me rap ain’t hard to do, And the rhymes you do, Your mother shoulda swallowed you. If ya think ya worth something, then you’re not thinking. Quit rap, pussy, go do some pop-singin. Don’t be messin with the best save your health. I rap about you, and you rap about yourself. I know pussies like you spend most you’re time hidin’ I bet ya syupid ass don’t understand the shit that you’re writin. Dumd ass poser, learn to be real, |
at obe... u need ta learn a lot duke....u think them corny ass raps of yall help? nuh... damn kid u juss cant be serius... u so dumb u gotta be delirius... kid where's ya sense of humor?... u need to be operated on that tumour... its not rumour im black n im white all at the same-time... cuzz life that im livin someone'z but aint-mine... u think ya righteous but I guess u not... I at least say for my self u want me to thicken the plot?... say what? come close to me n start talkin... I aint gon' give a shit cuzz next u prolly aint be walkin... I aint give a shit be u slavic, black,latino, jew or hispanic... I dont owe u shit...pay heed to my words when I hold ya in panic... frantically run on u for runnin ya mouth son... fuck outta here if u aint gettin shit Im fixin to say...we're all here to make fun... |
to da miss How many times do I have to tell this little poser. If ya can’t see what I’m writin, then I guess you just gotta look closer. I didn’t say I was righteous, what’s wrong with you dick head? Maybe you should go to a grammar class instead. My sense of humour is here, you are really funny. Let everyone know dat I wouldn’t battle this little schoolgirl for money. You say you Slavic, black , latino at the same time, Ya fucked everybody, I guess, ya didn’t waste time. Nobody said they wan’t you to thicken the plot. I’m givin a lot, and all my written is hot. You bitches is not, you rhyme like an amature. You rhymes are all simple, for me you ain’t even a challenger. You rappin at me, I’m rappin it right back at you. Who you makin’ fun of, if everyone’s already laughin at you? |
Drago you a fuckin bitch suck ma dick, aaiigh? And you know why? Cuz Im Stu_Bas YEAAAAAAAAAAAH! |
what's up, obe none? cat got your tongue? |
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lol.....bitch ya W-A-C-K... tha fuck outta here, stupid... |
haaha, Dat's everythin you can say little bitch? |
hey pussy, you got blind or just scared? |
Now i gotta start first to be the best... Can't stop thuggin till i c the enemy at the west... couldn't rest till they all die... Fuck america, fuck peace Thats my hommies cry... I'd like to lie on a sun set beach... I'd try to fight their beauty 'n rich... I'd like to bang... Two shots in a breast.... Till my enemies die I will not rest... |
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that's my represent to all of the r'n'b bitches//// U'd better read that under the old school beat))) |
Звучит модно фри от Громкого, я слышал :p |
2rPoMkUй: You sound like off-brand 2Pac, but that's not bad so good luck ;) |
I admire 2Pac/// As for me he 's a god of the rap/// thanks |
My favourite one, too A shame he's dead like *obe none* Not the best lyricist there is But surely on top of his biz Sincere and charismatic Something akin to Illmatic |
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A minute wasted, this page now is current I guess i have to double up for the retarded Or is your silence the result of lack of courage? I'm having carnal knowledge of your skull, kiddo In layman's terms - i'm brain-fukking ya, you're brittle You've got too little a d!ck to fiddle with Running away from here rhyme-riddled Wishing you were in the middle Of nowhere rather than here Hear ye! Hear ye! It's time to set some things clearly: You've got no heart to prove - Like ugly chicks after Valentine's Day Your act like a sissy We have to suspect you are g@y Stupid in so many ways: admitting publicly That you're don't get me... my apology But mine is English, and you're getting extinguished First claiming he learned to boast at the Rucker Erasing the minute after Damn, you're soft as pasta What's wrong with the Rucker, buster?! Don't understand demise, either? *evil laughter* Count ten to one, cuz when i say "who's won?" Your own crowd goes "obe is done, obe's dunce" So crowned as *obe none*, scat at once! |
u've been a dozen time a ho, whats happen?, shut ya head bitch n get ya ass wide open ur rhyme is eclectic, nun effective to brotha ill fuk ur ass up, like a mf bulldozer get ya clock closer, ima show yo tha time make ya tongue shorter, it soundz like a bell chime dunno where to shoot, uza wuss, tossin aimless talkin about rap, sucka, ur shit is nameless... now check... 1 - ure talkin 2 much about grammar its not a poetic circle, not a journal of glamour 2 - ure quotin 2 much, bitch, ure so pothetic i cant call ur scribble 'a rhyme' - its too eclectic 3 - ure shittin around, u know how thats sound? word2motha, fuk one more time nd i put u under ground! (Aiight!) jerk, go and shake somwhere else wit ur ding ballz... i spit on u... :dovolen: |
:eek: ВЫ ЧЁ ВСЕ ЕБАНУЛИСЬ ЧТО-ЛИ?! |
Ayy man Sticky F-I-N-G-A-Z the crazy cajun blazin bullets for days and days and grazin amazin I'm the guy that's lacin Purple Hazin, hard to be pahsin LORD all this hell that I'm raisin God of the Underground, I'm gunnin em down with a thunder pound We gonna (SHUT 'EM DOWN!) We turn shit dumb quick when the gun click Lyin incubine pursed and lyin on your dick In the morgue admit it dogs I'm the Rottweiler my glock holla Fuck cocaine killa I sniff gunpowder So all you real Willies throw your Roley's in the sky Now all my crooks, rob them players outside! I'm so hype, I'll take yo' life, better have my dough right And FUCK FIVE MICS, I DON'T NEED NO MIC!!!!! {*trashes the shit, speaker feedback ensures*} WHAT?!?!?! BRING IT!!!! SHUT 'EM DOWN! |
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Sticky's great, but it doesnt mean ha u have to post his lyricz everywhere u like, punk... |
where's that fukin j'obe-none-nubie? ur place is among lil fans of teletubbies noodle, the main hero of "I luv Lucy" i smacked ur juicy, u just sucked my uzi... 'dat-that' wudup, none, whats wrong wit cha? u shittin nonsence, somkinda verbal marshmalla inch alla, no beat, only acapella, what da smella jellyfish talkin, u aint shit to me, 1 more histeric yella ima poppin colla, ima drug sella tha gansta, tha killa, tha dope deala dont address me, dont even mention my name ure panic survival adds fuel to da flame ur defective expressions like feathers from g@y parade ure handle a dildos, im throwing a hand grenades :bomba: cant stop and must not stop ur partner, let him keep penetrate who knows, maybe it's tha last fukin ass crusade what else, u stinkin ass hoe? |
Tocc & obe none, two more done |
to da fake (he knows who he is) how come Your dumb-ass starts to talk about lines. If you knew English you’d know that brotha n bull dozer don’t rhyme. Ya thought I wasn’t ill, Hommie, know you’ll see. You couldn’t go on with you’re dissin, cause you only know how to count to three. You strange little fuck, why ya callin me brother? I’ll tell you a secret, L:uke, I’ am your father! My shit nameless? Yeah, right.In Moscow I’m famous. F*ckin up sissies like you in da anus. Dissin me, You dickhead is loony . “I love lucy”? haha why ya watchin that movie? How can you be a “drug sella” (hahaha) you bitch-ass nerd. Sella n deala arer the worst rhymes I’ve heard. I bored with your ass, now I’m havin fun with your wife. Why u talk about uzi when you’ve neva seen a gun in you life? Sick of your bullshit, Go make up fairy tales |
to mugsy I don’t spend all my time here, like you sorry-asses. Mozzy sit’s infront of the computer so much, That he has to wear glasses. You really thought I was gone, Ee fagget, you wish. I got a tired of your ass, and was fuckin a new bitch. But don’t be pissed at me if ya missin me. Listen, b your nerd-like rhymes don’t mean shit to me. You a sissy, b. You just plain retarted. I’ve been rappin for years, and I’d say that you’re just getting started. You can’t compete me, cause you rappas is far behind. Your dumb-ass is still standing at the startin line. MY type is hard to find, more style then art design. Mozzy shits his pants whenever obe starts to rhyme. See both of us leavin this world, but I’m leavin it last. You ain’t got a league pass, But mozzy got a sweet ass. Maybe you do know the language, but still you rhyme dumb. Do you see me wearin hoe’s glasses? C’mon ozzy, you’re the blind one. You’re cheap little rhymes wasn’t something I felt. The only one yo’re makin fun of is yourself. What’s that “stopping me” talk? Really think some one fear ya? C’mon motherf*cker, look at yourself in the mirror. You can’t be no rapper mozzy cause you a hoe-type snitch. And if I put you on drugs, you’re just a low-life bitch. You can’t diss obe, dick, if you’re tryin to be him. You’re rhymes are so boring, I don’t even read em. You rhyme like a girl, and you askin “who won” I’ll tell you one thing, definetly no you son. I’m finished with ya mozzy, and now that my dick is well sucked Your bitch-ass is useless, college-boy, so get fucked! |
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... :meat: |
is this all you could do - six words in eleven hours? whack mo-fo. |
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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 |
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ur justificationz are suk... puto, get of my dik... :tomato: |
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. |
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u actin bitchy, suka... tryin to get me wit few linez of silly werdz... u suked once, i can give u more, shimpo... :guinda: heh, stop croakin lyk somkinda little water frog... :o |
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... :saint: a lotta dogz addressed to this mo fo, and all he can say iz "fuk u too" akin frases... stfu, u busted ass fagget... :tomato: |
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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? |
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ur selvesteem don wan 2 let u go... :D :D :D |
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