Originally posted by JacopeX
Remeber im provin that I can rap so dont take it that bad. Im harsh when it comes to freestylin!
::shakes head::
Yo,Yo,yo
your rap sucks in every single part
you aint even far enough cuz you a retard
and stop using ur cigar cuz you bustin ur heart
and you smell like fart perhaps you have SARS
your rhymes are lies and this is ur life
every time when i slide i make you cry
and you call that hip hop?
it sounds like a buncha slob from a fob
cant you see you cant ever beat me
i was a real seed raised from the streets
and now that seed's a tree and thats me
you were raised after feeding on pee
and you turned out to be a he-she
dont be mad cuz i called you a she-male
i know you thinkin bout hittin me with a frail
but you are really the one thats going to hell
nobodys buyin ur smoke sales and you aint livin well
the next thing you know is that you end up in jail
you tried getting out after bail but then you fail
when you fainally came out from your trail, you turned pale
too much cigarettes got you crawling on the trail
basically this is wut im sayin
is that you are nothing but lame
you dont have a single cell in ur brain
cuz those druggs are giving you pain
West Coast!
iight I proved it!
Haha, somebody get this punk the **** outta my face
And watch out kid, I move at least twice your pace
You can't even write your own raps, you only ever wrote one
Come on, at least gimme a challenge, this ain't any fun
You sit there bewildered while I spit fire like a gatling gun
Sudden death comes to all those who oppose the Revan
I cut your throat lyrically, and you would go to Heaven
...But god kicked your wack ass out, and the devil rejected you
Leaving you no place to go, but your death was still overdue
Earth's people thank me often, for disposing of the wack
When you spit, you sound like 50-cent on crack
You're not hip hop, you're just actin' stupid
Making a fool of yourself on the internet, but my rhymes are lurid
Sorry, I know you don't know what that word means
Your brain's slowed down like an overdosed fiend
Your shit don't even rhyme, next time, try a dictionary
Or call upon the gods, cuz your situation is gettin hairy
I could go on, with this rippin' you apart,
But it's boring, battling a rhyme that you know by heart