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?

-Цитата от obe one

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?

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...

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

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

-Цитата от Mozzy

Can't understand me? You spastic bastard
Learn faster, the way you're now is disaster
"Stupidity runs rampant" is the style of this infant
What? can't help if i battle the ignorant
Who's "E"? I'm drinking the blood of my enemies
See, you don't rate as a menace, B
Seriously, you're silly and sloppy
Admitted yourself you can't copy
Stopping me? Quite unlikely
Not even if you're lucky

Aight, pussy, i copy-pasted so every one can see
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...

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!

-Цитата от pifon

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!

quotin Onyx iz all u can do?
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
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!