U bitch ass niggas can't counter mah lines Cuz they are dope as fuck like spektrem - shine
Suck my dick u nigga fag Ur mom is lying in my bed I fuck her asshole - it's so tight And i steal her soul ginger style A b c d e f g H i j k l m n o p Q r s t u v w x y z Teenage girls with ESP Give me the sound to see Another world outside that’s full of all the broken things that I made Just give me a life to bleed Another world outside that’s full of all the awful things that I made
You rap as bitch and you're good as gone OP is a faggot and forever alone.
Ryder Sullivan
Op sucks His rhymes aint shit Fo dat he must really Love suckin on dick
David Richardson
Nice dubs
Anthony Price
said the man in the tub
Leo Taylor
In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground where I spent most of my days Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her the other day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticket I put my Walkman on and said I might as well kick it
First class, yo this is bad, Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel Air livin' like Hm this might be alright!
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said 'Fresh' and had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel Air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabbie, yo Holmes smell ya later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air
Mason James
Pussy money weed, need a honey and some gs Ain't it funny how I be cause I smoked a pound of weed Now pass the crown to me cause I got something to prove I got notin to lose when I'm clutching the ooze
Ayden Long
>clutching the ooze..
Liam Wilson
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got Like something's about to happen But I don't know what If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say I'm not taking any chances You were just what the doctor ordered
[Chorus:] I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot
[Verse 1:] But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match With this rappity-rap Packing a mack in the back of the Ac backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack and at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are having a rough time period Here's a Maxi-Pad It's actually disastrously bad For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah
Pussy, pussy, pussy Can't you see You bitches can't do it like me Motherfuckers stay mad Like I killed the mom or something If you really didn't care You'd let it be
[Verse 1: Pink Guy] I've been dying since day one But y'all knew that My dick is like Americans Too fat, but dangerous I'm the grimiest motherfucker to walk this earth The shit I do is way below dirty sewers, a connoisseur I'm a flying reptile A pterodactyl on Adderall I've got a bunch of scales that I dug up You've never heard at all Eat a dick little faggot, jeez And furthermore You trying to scrap with me I don't beef, faggot I'm herbivore Hmm I crawled into the industry A saturated circus Manipulating like Hillary They say I'm crazy But lately they've been defending me Because take a look around, motherfucker Everyone's digging me
[Hook] I live in a constant state of fear and misery Do you miss me anymore? And I don't even notice When it hurts anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore
Thomas Powell
'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
[Verse 2:] Everybody want the key and the secret to rap Immortality like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the earth like an asteroid and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) MC's get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme' Now I lead a New School full of students Me? Me, I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up Blow up and being in a position To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church And burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering And take place looking boy Oy vey, that boy's gay That's all they say looking boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Git out my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause
Parker Mitchell
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
[Verse 3:] So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off then I'm reloading Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walking dead But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating But I got your mom deep throating I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothing in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself In the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me My honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize What I do though for good At least once in a while so I wanna make sure Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle Enough rhymes to Maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes
William Torres
hows working at mcdonalds treating you all?
Hudson Cooper
Nigga nigga bitch, nigga nigga nigga white women, nigga watermelon, nigga bitch, nigga, nigga white women titties ass
Isaiah Gray
All y'all niggez be mad Cuz my rhymes so fresh Why you so mad? Cuz my rhymes smell like fresh breath?
I got no mercy for hataz Only room in my Caddie for playaz If you wanna ride with me Bitch you the chauffeur.
I'm shining like diamonds Up in this muthafucka Don't be mad at me Because I shine like a diamond
Pop an AK-47 in yo ass And laugh like I'm Larry the Cable Guy Why y'all niggez so mad At the master rap battler?
Lucas Jenkins
Do you have a rare modification of dyslexia?
Jaxson Miller
Bad b8 m8 go home & masturb8
Kayden Sullivan
Chicken shit Checkin shit Dubs in the middle ain't the dubs to get
Nothing changin in an op thread Except his mama waking up In user's own bed
See, you makin fun of my mama But we brothers on Sup Forums So when you make fun of my mama You fuckin yo own family
Now that's all fine and good Op's still a faggot of course Gettin in trouble for cp And pics of himself blowin a horse
His daddy's a cuck that belongs on Sup Forums He's always postin in threads Showin his micro-pee-pee
P is his pasta that's stale as could be O is before t and after f, a, double g
Those are the only dubs that op can get Dropping the mic Op is now rekt
Ian Perez
Datzz sum off da dankesst shit mah nigga where 2 find ya mixtape???
Gabriel Morales
Topkek
Isaiah Ward
My lines are heavier Than your neckbeard ass Nigger i wear gold around my fuckin neck And all you fucking have, is bracelet out of brass Spiritual Lyrical Magical Individual
Brody Morgan
Real hop hip Like my aunts dick Fuck u spic U makin me sick
