Jakob
Fake ass nigga on the yahoo scene
Baracc like cant nobody take me
I just
sip a lil lean
And say introducing K-o-n-c-e-p-t
I been in these streets,
saw some one die yesterday
You just sit behind computer screen an type type
away
I'm bout to wet yo ass and fry it, call it fish-fila
Yo Baracc I can
tell ya rhymes are catatonic
You Hiroshima, and ima bomb atomic
I did
100,000 on datpiff Bouta be makin profits
My game is a perfect square, yours
is oval like your office
What the fucc wrong witchu? You thinkin you a
thug?
Come to 81st in Compton, try to sell a drug
Pop four in ya chest
lookin kinda smug
Ill be laughing at yo funeral "he was so dearly
loved"
In your free time do ya smoke weed or play doom?
That seems like
something a fake nigga would do
You do the former an you know it's
true
Because I noticed when I pissed on you
Your Eyez were low, like a gay
dude in the men's restroom
What the fucc you rappin for?
Grew up in the
suburbs at the least you were kinda poor
Until I left the house, I slept on
the wood floor
My momma was a blood, and she did some cray shit
Maybe
that's why I decided to be a fuccing crip
You get pissed if ma yell at u and
shit
But next time I see mine I might fill her wit a clip
So think of this
before you come at me wit shit
Rap would be better of if gum was the only
thing you spit
So before you get started boastin
Divide me by two and get
you, so I guess you are the quotient
Ass so wide for 3 guys in side, so I
guess you are frank ocean
Is it gonna take 2 terms to realize you can't beat
me?
battle me twice, you askin to get murked ya see
I'm the new king, you
Da queen, stole the crown like burglary
My crew we are the champions, your
queer ass Freddie mercury
Barack
Informed he's facing Barack now he's left troubled
Most opponents don't
survive the aftermath let alone the struggle
Fake MC's slur their words
relentlessly
Evidently, your bars i read are embarrassing
Saves me the
trouble when opponents lack common sense
Matter of fact, Earl letting you
battle should be a legal offense
Why am i pernicious odds are
propitious
Rhymes are complex now he claims they're suspicious
I'm just
ambitious, enemies ideate a victory
I tarnish those thoughts without remorse
or sympathy
Jakob's plain garbage, quitting is the only exit
Leave
victims confused now they claim their dyslexic
To summarize i'll leave you
confined in your own mental prison
Wouldn't doubt when this is over suicide
would be his final decision
Break you with no vocals left you
mortified
Couldn't beat me if you were a scholar certified
Furthermore,
leave you deeper in dismay
If your life goals to beat me then you'll need to
re-evaluate
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
FEAR vs Beni
FEAR
Beni got that aggressive obbsesion, don't
fight b*tch
Mad I get b*tches, I'll teach one session, give some advice n sh*t I don't lie, subpar math skills, cmon I got nothin to hide bitch Oh, genius mathematicians go to their local junior college? Hmm.. Temporarily jobless, rather focus on my false logic Like I'm a trolling prophet, game so flawless, beni has lost it Beni type to keep to himself and pass out doses of childrens advil Knocked out cold, stares and pokes, affect of the wrong pill Passes out creepy smiles and brags about his anime stickers Tell me more about your hobby of fapping to Hentai figures Got the lotion, tissues, and glove next to his family picture Pull too hard might just break a bone, but really, to each is own Flexin pretentious opinions, that decision might be why u alone Approximately no hits, a hard diss rare like Lil B's discog' Or an ABC family sitcom, niggas rhyme stale, need lip balm Beni delusional, thinks his bars are nice and can do no wrong Maybe I'm the half empty type, that's okay, I back up the hype A suggestion, dont treat this like an election, revise what u write Complex vocab don't hit harder than the truth right? Labeled as illiterate, tryhard is what I'm not, even just a lil' bit A job might help, your unstable lifestyle, just consider it Funny ass hypocrite, claim u like people thinkin fo themselves Prior to when u noticed I state my opinion no probs had risen After this second straight L, leave, I might need a petition Do it how you want, even pull a Bron Bron special decision Lonely days, life isn't a lavish, life like your prom night Friday, beefing online with pornhub up, grip palm tight Only 16 but arguably have had more relations with a b*tch Wait, ain't beni a females name? Now it all seems to click! THE WHOLE TIME BENI JUST WANTED THE DlCK! But that ain't me f*gg*t, he can go missin, but nobody's worried Beni has snapped, have your family with candles an a rosary Beni flexing in a 95 TOYOTA CAMRY, STR8 THUGGIN But yesterday playing consular to sob stories, hah no ducking FUCK ALL Y'ALL KIDS, Y'ALL DUMB, but straight loving Ones accomplishments are measured by whom accomplished It's hilarious, tryna be witty and astonish trolls with knowledge I knew you were sensitive, so I chose you, I called this XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD ITS FEAR BlTCH, FUCK BENI A FUCKNIGGA CAN'T OFFEND ME |
Beni
In the words of Beggar you’re a Fucklinea Niggatus type of human excretion/
Insult to injury so let me end your suffering with this merciful decapitation/
No preventive substitution, you’re a tumor in this section in dire need of remission/
Call our beef chemo and my bars the radiation/
Your MO is to find everything you hate about yourself and project it to the people/
Generic disses that make the deaf and dull snort and giggle/
That’s a sure sign you’re just a caricature tailor-made for mockery and ridicule/
Too dumb to realize ignorance by choice is your hardest obstacle/
That’s right, whenever a serious convo in RHH breaks out you’re a shoo-in for alienation/
Outside looking in but thirsty for something you don’t get at home, attention/
So you throw corny one-liners and flames in mature talks and discussions/
I step out of line I can redeem myself among the intelligent of the species prone to extinction/
You’re incapable of this so you’ve sunken into the deep end of your self-imposed institution/
Guess that shows you’re a troll out of necessity rather than choosing to be/
It’s a sad fact of life that the public school system is failing you as we speak/
And no, your age ain’t a valid excuse to acting like a Down’s patient/
Rely on that too much and you’ll wake up 30, balding and jacking off alone in the basement/
Jury is still out on your medical retardation so let’s see what the judges think/
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Aside from your mental shortcomings you also have zero personality/
Yes you “sarcastically” b*tch and whine while rehashing uncreative disses the most/
But you’re witless, one-dimensional and disgustingly predictable/
You’re the poster-boy for the queer teens you call impressionable/
But wait, wasn’t that something you bit from me?/
Just face facts, you’re not destined for something greater/
Those b*tches and friends you claim are delusions of grandeur/
The only reason I respond is cuz you make a nice punching bag for my sadist temper/
Every time I belittle your worth my laughter could be heard from the rafters/
My crowning achievement is the first time we clashed and from Y!A you rage-quit/
You thought we were getting along fine and glad I was on that “diss Tryleezy” tip
Until I turned the tables on our truce and made you cry like a b*tch
Swore you would stay off RHH forever cuz we knew the angles you had with
Niqqa, you came crawling back within a few days with your mouth full of sh*t (lol)
So it’s in your predisposed nature to be attached to my short leash/
But you still aim for the cream of the crop like you got a long reach/
B*tch please, get your nape yanked down like quicksand neck-deep/
Figured you’d have a chance when half my verse was late on deliver/
But it was luckless faith cuz I expedite the scripture like mail carrier/
Niqqa I’m scarier, than all these f*ck-niqqas who sip that hater-ade like juice from your derrière/
Yes I just implied that your dick-riders suck on your azzhole/
Take that thought home with you, simp-azz, *****-made ho with no hope for survival/
Leb vs S Mental Battle
Leb
forget about the lame disses, Mental isn’t a dope writer
He hates on Lil B and claims that his flow’s tighter
The fact is his rapping is average and no nicer
I’m surprised he sent his verse in; he missed his own cypher!
Claims he fell asleep; he was prolly on the floor drooling
Plus you skipped DiMES' verse; that’s just wrong morally
Worst host ever? That’s a way to put it cordially
And the only one to defend him was: yours truly
Let’s forget about it all for this dimwit kid’s sake
He can’t put together audio files; an innocent mistake
Then a couple months later, what did this kid say?
“I have been appointed by Fear K Dot, Hip Hop Master, and 666.” Wait!
“Therefore, I am now leader.” You tryna claim eminence?
I know the section’s getting wack, but tell me what you ever did
All you did was beef with DEO and he’s equally irrelevant
Face it, your Y!A career’s as lame as Epidemic is
You can’t beat that epic fail; but I guess that you tried to
Insulting Lil B and asking fans for their IQs
Esco proved you wrong, “Damn, what do I do?”
“Leave and hope they all forget? I guess it’s time to.”
So Mental left to come back in a couple months
But the weight of his failure is kinda cumbersome
On the bright side, if anyone needs a boyfriend and they see this
In the words of Frank, The Gawd: https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/1098438_334167803384890_1458864193_n.jpg
S Mental
Now before we set it off, lemme point you to the door, see?
/ Cause anything you write's put together worse than this tourney
That's why the only thing you could brag about is your reg status
I can see your sexuality flipping like the brackets
It's noble of you to take my bullet meant for Barack
Last time that somebody shot, your @ss probably went to the cops
I grab the verbal glocke, and then I bust it like a mic check
Writing costs time, but then battling you is priceless
Your rhyme style's shook, so you're constantly getting rattled first
You write a braggadocios rap, then call that sh*t a battle verse
You're self-centered, cocky, to you offense is an obstacle
Your hands block your face, so clear vision is impossible
I'm lyrically unstoppable, the type that you would envy
You're a virgin, so should probably start getting friendly with Beni
But if you ever hooked up, you wouldn't get hard before nutting
So quit your front, cause rhyming ain't your only short coming
forget about the lame disses, Mental isn’t a dope writer
He hates on Lil B and claims that his flow’s tighter
The fact is his rapping is average and no nicer
I’m surprised he sent his verse in; he missed his own cypher!
Claims he fell asleep; he was prolly on the floor drooling
Plus you skipped DiMES' verse; that’s just wrong morally
Worst host ever? That’s a way to put it cordially
And the only one to defend him was: yours truly
Let’s forget about it all for this dimwit kid’s sake
He can’t put together audio files; an innocent mistake
Then a couple months later, what did this kid say?
“I have been appointed by Fear K Dot, Hip Hop Master, and 666.” Wait!
“Therefore, I am now leader.” You tryna claim eminence?
I know the section’s getting wack, but tell me what you ever did
All you did was beef with DEO and he’s equally irrelevant
Face it, your Y!A career’s as lame as Epidemic is
You can’t beat that epic fail; but I guess that you tried to
Insulting Lil B and asking fans for their IQs
Esco proved you wrong, “Damn, what do I do?”
“Leave and hope they all forget? I guess it’s time to.”
So Mental left to come back in a couple months
But the weight of his failure is kinda cumbersome
On the bright side, if anyone needs a boyfriend and they see this
In the words of Frank, The Gawd: https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/1098438_334167803384890_1458864193_n.jpg
S Mental
Now before we set it off, lemme point you to the door, see?
/ Cause anything you write's put together worse than this tourney
That's why the only thing you could brag about is your reg status
I can see your sexuality flipping like the brackets
It's noble of you to take my bullet meant for Barack
Last time that somebody shot, your @ss probably went to the cops
I grab the verbal glocke, and then I bust it like a mic check
Writing costs time, but then battling you is priceless
Your rhyme style's shook, so you're constantly getting rattled first
You write a braggadocios rap, then call that sh*t a battle verse
You're self-centered, cocky, to you offense is an obstacle
Your hands block your face, so clear vision is impossible
I'm lyrically unstoppable, the type that you would envy
You're a virgin, so should probably start getting friendly with Beni
But if you ever hooked up, you wouldn't get hard before nutting
So quit your front, cause rhyming ain't your only short coming
Friday, July 26, 2013
Last Chyper
Barack
I use to cope a lot/And wonder would my decisions affect this cycle livin' or was it all written?
Sittin' around days progressed life lost interest
Will my days come to an end will you help or witness
Why was I so distant to these emotions I was missin'
Some called me curious others said different
A tale that has no end will it ever conclude
Am I living life or just being forced to
Finding myself always laying in darkness
Can't fall asleep in fear of being unconscious
Many worries today my shadow is my flower
Watches day and night but fades by the hour
Months on end time digress
Look back at what I've accomplished before the sun set
For all I know life might just be fiction
Is this dream a prison or was it an addiction?
Marcus
Im a well known champion, with very high ambition
So Hands down/ pass the crown/ so its best that you listen
Its my own decision, having to call out some names
Im so fresh & so fly, And they're very lame
As I wrote this verse, it represents the magic potion
No matter who portrays, straight down the fucking ocean
More Stains in your brain, what more can I explain
The lack of fame in life, represents the lames
My name is marcus, and I advise you step back
Its your lack of self esteem that makes you just wack
So Hands down/ pass the crown/ so its best that you listen
Its my own decision, having to call out some names
Im so fresh & so fly, And they're very lame
As I wrote this verse, it represents the magic potion
No matter who portrays, straight down the fucking ocean
More Stains in your brain, what more can I explain
The lack of fame in life, represents the lames
My name is marcus, and I advise you step back
Its your lack of self esteem that makes you just wack
Glory waits in my hand, that's about to expand
Im the #1 man, you're bitch nigga understand
Im the illest mutha fucker, dont believe, go ask my crew
My hard hitting verses will make you even catch the flu
Your type of action is the worst damn reaction
Im so hard you're very soft, I can break you like a fraction
Screwed to come against me, so gently, man what a shame
Mainstream stans just be bitching cause they're very lame
Righteous way to go, listen close dont you really kno/
Just be a man and not raised by a fucking hoe
Im the #1 man, you're bitch nigga understand
Im the illest mutha fucker, dont believe, go ask my crew
My hard hitting verses will make you even catch the flu
Your type of action is the worst damn reaction
Im so hard you're very soft, I can break you like a fraction
Screwed to come against me, so gently, man what a shame
Mainstream stans just be bitching cause they're very lame
Righteous way to go, listen close dont you really kno/
Just be a man and not raised by a fucking hoe
Bishop Eric
I Should Get Paid For Being Dope
Because Drug Dealers Are Selling Me Illegal
I Am Smart Like Kareem Said, Dangerous Like Chris Partlow and Gorgeous Like Brad Pitt
That is The Type Of Equation Albert Einstein Would Agree With
Call Me Michael Angelo Cause I Am Making Art With My Hands
I Am Like Omar Little With a Pen and Got a Cool Ass Fade Like Big Daddy Kane
This Chyper Is Like My Enemy Neighborhood I Am Shooting it Up
I Am A Hood Chef Boyardee, Cooking Up Dope Lyrics Like My Life Depends On it
I Shit All Over This Chyper, They Have To Get Your Dad The Janitor To Clean it Up
Alot Of Mad People, Their Soul Is a Poorman, Look Into Mine You Thought I Won The Lottery
No Lie, No Denial, No Disillusion, Just Real and That Is a Guarantee
I See That Money Tree Giving Me Shout Outs, I Cant Ignore
This Beat I Am Writing To Is a Whore, Its Begging Me For One More Time
Rap Is My Addiction I Feel Like Charlie Sheen
I Rap You Crap, I Attack You Wack, You Cry I Try
Fuck Fame Mix It With The Game Its a Bad Combination Like Heroin and Beer
I Got 99 Problems and I Wish They All Were About a Bitch
Live My Life You Wont Be Able To Sleep With Both Eyes Open
Dont Question My Rap Ability Because The Reality Is I Am Great
If This Was a Song You Will Be Clicking The Repeat Button
That Is True Cause I Am So Lyrical I Can Rhyme Orange Is That Strange?
The Cops Are Coming Now I Need To Go
Because Someone Killed This Cypher
I Am The Main Suspect and You All Are Witnesses
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Chyper Number 2
Ripper
Hey, My name's Ripper, it is so nice to meet you guys
I'm a creepy killer like Jack, but in sports merchandise
I'm lurking while you ****** tell lies - about me 'n' regs
I'm famous so i don't mind a little rumour like celebs
Truth is, i like fickleness, so i may leave this site
Visitin' here inducts me sleepiness like election night
Why? All you ****** couldn't beef less, better follow Hinduism
Also discussin' no rap and just leechin', that's egoism
You ****** got big hopes 'n' dreams but you suck at rappin'
The only applause you'll ever hear will be my gat clappin'
It just occurred to me that y'all hate me, but it feels good
'Cause it's like i'm a villain, you plebeians are butthurt
All you dumb teenagers listen to is drake and lil B
And you try to kick knowledge like "there's no real rap", ***** please
Call me an Elitist, but i really don't give a ****
Shouts out to wimp ***** Pmonch, too afraid to battle me 'cause you suck?
FEAR
Versace Versace Versace that song slap like asap rocky/
Flights and other kinds of nikes lost, like where the box be?/
Me, hopsin, and OF untalented so we use the shock scheme/
I got some blazers and got some J-3's, I ain't talking trails/
Treat them 2.0's like they sketchers, 0 to 10 scale/
Hyperdunks be the beaters, treat them like they trayvon/
Yup I shoot them up, no jumpshot like umm, say, Bron?/
I'm behind your time like it's 93' asking oh MJ won?/
I ain't a brokeboy rockin vans like the holes be tailored/
Bucket hats coming back, but I wouldn't sport if you paid sir/
New era flow, fitted cap, 59fifty too, don't forget it yo/
Sierra leone demons not diamonds kanye talk but sure get it tho/
Skinny ***** but my dick big, if I said it, it's true ho/
Beni
I won’t deny it, apathy and laziness is my Achilles tendon/
Rather sleep in than deal with the alarm clock blaring/
No doubt Cruger’s Lazy EP is the OST to my regular proceedings/
Can you blame me for wanting a hassle-free and minimal-stress living?/
But I wonder what would happen if I applied myself/
Dreamed harder and felt like I could transcend myself/
Fear not failure and go for broke in my rise to top-shelf/
Discharge sparks of inspiration and live up to Meth’s “Release Yo Delf”/
Well then I’ll probably climb the highest peak on Planet Earth/
Bed thousands of women and share my seed and wealth/
Find the missing link and reanimate it because well, what the hell?/
Solve world hunger and global warming at the same damn breath/
Ease tension in the Middle East and prevent innocent deaths/
Initiate unity in our pluralistic society with compassion and mirth/
And I don’t do this for money or respect/
Refuse the key to the city and the politician’s gambit and stealth/
I just want to see reality transform if we all tried harder to improve ourselves/
But what am I saying, Breaking Bad is on and I aint’ missing that for the world…./
Leb
I’m not a born heir, but I’m airborne
And I look fly, but you can say eyesore
Young Psycho, that’s why I’m Highmore
Don’t even smoke weed, nothing to lye for
People so faded and stuck on apps
They start to look like apparitions
Quoting famous lines in their raps
Instead of books and aphorisms
Thirsty kids imagining a tricky mirage
These girls are acting faker than Nicki Minaj
And boys are acting hood just like Ricky the boss
Say they wrap the tightest but it simply is knot
Bragging, “I got arrested for battery, cops tried charging me”
Now he’s got the juice but he’s in a cell for robbery
I only commit crimes when a rapper tries to start with me
Steal the mic and rap like Eyedea, call it Mike Larsen-y
Rappers get tore apart; don’t get to see my whole house
Act outgoing and nice, but at nights they never go out
I keep it real, I stay on track, I always train, everyday
So it’s no wonder these n!ggas always ride me like the MTA
Each one is soft like Ditto, tries to hide who he really is
Copies what he sees and imitates the Charmeleons
Complain about the Struggle, the Ekans and the Weedle
You’re all out of moves! Now come get this Ether
Hey, My name's Ripper, it is so nice to meet you guys
I'm a creepy killer like Jack, but in sports merchandise
I'm lurking while you ****** tell lies - about me 'n' regs
I'm famous so i don't mind a little rumour like celebs
Truth is, i like fickleness, so i may leave this site
Visitin' here inducts me sleepiness like election night
Why? All you ****** couldn't beef less, better follow Hinduism
Also discussin' no rap and just leechin', that's egoism
You ****** got big hopes 'n' dreams but you suck at rappin'
The only applause you'll ever hear will be my gat clappin'
It just occurred to me that y'all hate me, but it feels good
'Cause it's like i'm a villain, you plebeians are butthurt
All you dumb teenagers listen to is drake and lil B
And you try to kick knowledge like "there's no real rap", ***** please
Call me an Elitist, but i really don't give a ****
Shouts out to wimp ***** Pmonch, too afraid to battle me 'cause you suck?
FEAR
Versace Versace Versace that song slap like asap rocky/
Flights and other kinds of nikes lost, like where the box be?/
Me, hopsin, and OF untalented so we use the shock scheme/
I got some blazers and got some J-3's, I ain't talking trails/
Treat them 2.0's like they sketchers, 0 to 10 scale/
Hyperdunks be the beaters, treat them like they trayvon/
Yup I shoot them up, no jumpshot like umm, say, Bron?/
I'm behind your time like it's 93' asking oh MJ won?/
I ain't a brokeboy rockin vans like the holes be tailored/
Bucket hats coming back, but I wouldn't sport if you paid sir/
New era flow, fitted cap, 59fifty too, don't forget it yo/
Sierra leone demons not diamonds kanye talk but sure get it tho/
Skinny ***** but my dick big, if I said it, it's true ho/
Beni
I won’t deny it, apathy and laziness is my Achilles tendon/
Rather sleep in than deal with the alarm clock blaring/
No doubt Cruger’s Lazy EP is the OST to my regular proceedings/
Can you blame me for wanting a hassle-free and minimal-stress living?/
But I wonder what would happen if I applied myself/
Dreamed harder and felt like I could transcend myself/
Fear not failure and go for broke in my rise to top-shelf/
Discharge sparks of inspiration and live up to Meth’s “Release Yo Delf”/
Well then I’ll probably climb the highest peak on Planet Earth/
Bed thousands of women and share my seed and wealth/
Find the missing link and reanimate it because well, what the hell?/
Solve world hunger and global warming at the same damn breath/
Ease tension in the Middle East and prevent innocent deaths/
Initiate unity in our pluralistic society with compassion and mirth/
And I don’t do this for money or respect/
Refuse the key to the city and the politician’s gambit and stealth/
I just want to see reality transform if we all tried harder to improve ourselves/
But what am I saying, Breaking Bad is on and I aint’ missing that for the world…./
Leb
I’m not a born heir, but I’m airborne
And I look fly, but you can say eyesore
Young Psycho, that’s why I’m Highmore
Don’t even smoke weed, nothing to lye for
People so faded and stuck on apps
They start to look like apparitions
Quoting famous lines in their raps
Instead of books and aphorisms
Thirsty kids imagining a tricky mirage
These girls are acting faker than Nicki Minaj
And boys are acting hood just like Ricky the boss
Say they wrap the tightest but it simply is knot
Bragging, “I got arrested for battery, cops tried charging me”
Now he’s got the juice but he’s in a cell for robbery
I only commit crimes when a rapper tries to start with me
Steal the mic and rap like Eyedea, call it Mike Larsen-y
Rappers get tore apart; don’t get to see my whole house
Act outgoing and nice, but at nights they never go out
I keep it real, I stay on track, I always train, everyday
So it’s no wonder these n!ggas always ride me like the MTA
Each one is soft like Ditto, tries to hide who he really is
Copies what he sees and imitates the Charmeleons
Complain about the Struggle, the Ekans and the Weedle
You’re all out of moves! Now come get this Ether
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Jordan Vs Bishop Eric
Jordan
Im back battling again to avenge my losses
tossed around to the bottom not im at the top and I'm flawless
Winning tournaments and I'm better than the mainstream
Only shit better than me is eminem's song guilty conscience
so fuck em and sign me to def jam so i can bring real rap back
fuck asap hes trash I bring something you lack
eric you straight wack cant even write a good verse
your rap knowledge lacks and you need to listen to absurd rappers
no that fake trap shit to wack shit getting locked
Im like serge Ibake your wack verse getting blocked
After I'm done with you you're gonna need a tissue
bless you your weak minded and you have many issues
I'm the complete package and I don't lack it
I talk trash but I'm one of the few who can back it
My lyrical missles are untouched and im in my prime
I'm out like aaron hernandez at the crime scene
Eric
To Ether or Not To Ether That Is The Question
Jordan I am Glad You Can Take Time away From Fapping
To Eminem Rapping To Write Some Crapping Rhymes
Let me Guess You Wrote Some Gay, How Bad I Am and
Arrogant Shit I Know That is a Yes We Know You Are a Fan
Of Man Sex 99% Of Your Disses Is Fag Talk Lil Wayne Was
Talking About Jordan In A Milli Jordan Calls Himself Jack Sparrow
The Only Thing They Both Have In Common is Their Green Teeth
and Bad Smell When You look Back On This Day As The Day Me
and Fear Made Jordan Cry FuckNigga Tears In The Dark At The Trailer
Park I Just Call You Nigga He Will Lust At That At The Trailer Park Where
He Rolls With Honey Boo boo and White Stans Blasting Eminem and Drinking
Capri Sun That Shit Is Not Fun You Said All of The True MCs Should Diss The Fake
How The Fuck You Know About True When You Are Ignorant Jordan You Should Know
I Am The Realness You The Fakeness Jordan Gets Sour Like a 5 Year Old
Fat Girl Fuck Your 51 Artists on Last.fm and Fuck Your Trailer Park and Your Momma June Looking Mom I Make Your Trailer Parker Feel Like I Hit It With a Tornado This Wetback is Out
Im back battling again to avenge my losses
tossed around to the bottom not im at the top and I'm flawless
Winning tournaments and I'm better than the mainstream
Only shit better than me is eminem's song guilty conscience
so fuck em and sign me to def jam so i can bring real rap back
fuck asap hes trash I bring something you lack
eric you straight wack cant even write a good verse
your rap knowledge lacks and you need to listen to absurd rappers
no that fake trap shit to wack shit getting locked
Im like serge Ibake your wack verse getting blocked
After I'm done with you you're gonna need a tissue
bless you your weak minded and you have many issues
I'm the complete package and I don't lack it
I talk trash but I'm one of the few who can back it
My lyrical missles are untouched and im in my prime
I'm out like aaron hernandez at the crime scene
Eric
To Ether or Not To Ether That Is The Question
Jordan I am Glad You Can Take Time away From Fapping
To Eminem Rapping To Write Some Crapping Rhymes
Let me Guess You Wrote Some Gay, How Bad I Am and
Arrogant Shit I Know That is a Yes We Know You Are a Fan
Of Man Sex 99% Of Your Disses Is Fag Talk Lil Wayne Was
Talking About Jordan In A Milli Jordan Calls Himself Jack Sparrow
The Only Thing They Both Have In Common is Their Green Teeth
and Bad Smell When You look Back On This Day As The Day Me
and Fear Made Jordan Cry FuckNigga Tears In The Dark At The Trailer
Park I Just Call You Nigga He Will Lust At That At The Trailer Park Where
He Rolls With Honey Boo boo and White Stans Blasting Eminem and Drinking
Capri Sun That Shit Is Not Fun You Said All of The True MCs Should Diss The Fake
How The Fuck You Know About True When You Are Ignorant Jordan You Should Know
I Am The Realness You The Fakeness Jordan Gets Sour Like a 5 Year Old
Fat Girl Fuck Your 51 Artists on Last.fm and Fuck Your Trailer Park and Your Momma June Looking Mom I Make Your Trailer Parker Feel Like I Hit It With a Tornado This Wetback is Out
Cyhper Number One
Dillion
I'm doing a Y!A cypher and I don't even know why/I really should be outside enjoying the beautiful sky/
Now you see there's so many regs beefin/ And Ripper keeps cheatin with the albums he's listened too/
to be honest tho that's nothin new/ I find Fear hilarious with all his exposing/ At the same time
I find how that ****** John Smalls is proposing to save the section hilarious as well/All of you
show each other so much affection in this section/ it's as if your all gay/while all y'all hipsters chilling
in your cabriolet/ I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI/Haha now I'm feeling naughty/ acting really horny/
All these bitches really bore me/One day ill get a degree in Hiphopology/CUZ IM A BIGGER HEAD THAN ALL Y'ALL MOTHAFUCKAS/Ok now I'm just cocky/Ill eat all y'all like lunch meat/ Call me DOOM Mm food/ Getting really hungry/****** up this country/ George Zimmermans Guilty/ FREE TRAYVONS BODY/ let him rest in peace/ By now y'all know I'm not a rapper/ I'm just trying to make this cypher fun/Even though I suck at least my rhymes ain't overdone/ I wrote this in 5 minutes while the rest of you are spending days/BasedGod who y'all praise/Eminem is y'all satan/and I just ate y'all verses like Bacon!/Golfwang.
Esco
Got hunnid milli swag hoe/
Even tho I got that I want mo'/
So I go on a journey to Swagland/
To defeat the Swag Lord and/
Increase swag x1000 man/
As I go to Swagland ****** fear me/
They see my swag level so they dont wanna get near me/
Going to the Swag Lord's dwelling with confidence/
Because anyone who apposes me knows the consequence/
I reach his dwelling and there he is/
Dressed in a black hoodie with his back against me and/
I see him with a in a wide open place/
He tells me he's been expecting me since I set foot on his estate/
Shocked that he's not flinching at my Swag level/
I thought I had enough swag for him to be disheveled/
I demand him to show his face wondering is it odd?/
He turns around and it's... IT'S... the BasedGod/
Using his Godlike speed he rushes to me a kicks me far/
Kicks in the air all the way out of Swagland/
I land on a tempur pedic bed and I have no injuries and/
I later figured out he did it on purpose, of course/
I then go back to plead to him to me me apart of his Task Force/
He lets me join his Task Force I learn ways to increase my swag/
All while protecting Lil B and waving the Bltch Mob flag/
Jordan
I don't breathe, but I need some good weed to proceed/ Nah not marijuana we need speed to succeed/
Okay I'm Addicted, not scared to admit it/ I'll use any liquid to inject my wrist with/
I'm ill, I'm always in the emergency room/ I make **** escalate like Ron Burgundy do/
Have you heard of me? My goal is murdering you/ Careers over, but don't take personally dude/
On Occasion this Caucasian's not blazin'/ He's unconscious in the lot of his block's Days In/ Delayed
the crazed days now time for the layover/ I ain't Jay Hova, but ready to Takeover/ You see me I come off really mean in 3D/ It seems we haven't grown since being on TV/ You're comical? they must find annoyance funny/ I don't give a ****, I'm leaving' toilets hungry
NemoHero
Happiness is a warm gun/
Shine bright like the sun/
People are afraid of having routine/
Yet everyday at six the news is on their screen/
People say that taking risk are scary/
But the worst thing one can Do is become ordinary/
Days filled with deep insight/
Bad decisions lead to flight/
Conversations never ending endearment/
Some leave a bad taste in your mouth others are sweet like spearmint/
I'm so tired;mind constantly fluctuating thoughts/
Sometimes a bad state of mind is worse then a blood clot/
People speak but the words are pointless/
Everyone celebrates but for what success/
Do this, buy that, think this; there's no time for rest/
They say life is a test but you never know if you pass or fail/
The days come and go some exciting others stale/
Procrastination leads to unfulfilling regret/
Don't worry no need to sweat put it off have a cigarette/
They say in Order to be successful you need a spark/
But people die everyday; does anyone really leave their mark/
Your memory is only as big as your tombstone/
Even in a room full of people you remain alone/
Others can join in and add to the scrutiny/
It's all a distraction from the one and only unity/
Of course it's life's biggest theft/
We live unsatisfied and then comes death
Dillion
I'm doing a Y!A cypher and I don't even know why/I really should be outside enjoying the beautiful sky/
Now you see there's so many regs beefin/ And Ripper keeps cheatin with the albums he's listened too/
to be honest tho that's nothin new/ I find Fear hilarious with all his exposing/ At the same time
I find how that ****** John Smalls is proposing to save the section hilarious as well/All of you
show each other so much affection in this section/ it's as if your all gay/while all y'all hipsters chilling
in your cabriolet/ I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI/Haha now I'm feeling naughty/ acting really horny/
All these bitches really bore me/One day ill get a degree in Hiphopology/CUZ IM A BIGGER HEAD THAN ALL Y'ALL MOTHAFUCKAS/Ok now I'm just cocky/Ill eat all y'all like lunch meat/ Call me DOOM Mm food/ Getting really hungry/****** up this country/ George Zimmermans Guilty/ FREE TRAYVONS BODY/ let him rest in peace/ By now y'all know I'm not a rapper/ I'm just trying to make this cypher fun/Even though I suck at least my rhymes ain't overdone/ I wrote this in 5 minutes while the rest of you are spending days/BasedGod who y'all praise/Eminem is y'all satan/and I just ate y'all verses like Bacon!/Golfwang.
Esco
Got hunnid milli swag hoe/
Even tho I got that I want mo'/
So I go on a journey to Swagland/
To defeat the Swag Lord and/
Increase swag x1000 man/
As I go to Swagland ****** fear me/
They see my swag level so they dont wanna get near me/
Going to the Swag Lord's dwelling with confidence/
Because anyone who apposes me knows the consequence/
I reach his dwelling and there he is/
Dressed in a black hoodie with his back against me and/
I see him with a in a wide open place/
He tells me he's been expecting me since I set foot on his estate/
Shocked that he's not flinching at my Swag level/
I thought I had enough swag for him to be disheveled/
I demand him to show his face wondering is it odd?/
He turns around and it's... IT'S... the BasedGod/
Using his Godlike speed he rushes to me a kicks me far/
Kicks in the air all the way out of Swagland/
I land on a tempur pedic bed and I have no injuries and/
I later figured out he did it on purpose, of course/
I then go back to plead to him to me me apart of his Task Force/
He lets me join his Task Force I learn ways to increase my swag/
All while protecting Lil B and waving the Bltch Mob flag/
Jordan
I don't breathe, but I need some good weed to proceed/ Nah not marijuana we need speed to succeed/
Okay I'm Addicted, not scared to admit it/ I'll use any liquid to inject my wrist with/
I'm ill, I'm always in the emergency room/ I make **** escalate like Ron Burgundy do/
Have you heard of me? My goal is murdering you/ Careers over, but don't take personally dude/
On Occasion this Caucasian's not blazin'/ He's unconscious in the lot of his block's Days In/ Delayed
the crazed days now time for the layover/ I ain't Jay Hova, but ready to Takeover/ You see me I come off really mean in 3D/ It seems we haven't grown since being on TV/ You're comical? they must find annoyance funny/ I don't give a ****, I'm leaving' toilets hungry
NemoHero
Happiness is a warm gun/
Shine bright like the sun/
People are afraid of having routine/
Yet everyday at six the news is on their screen/
People say that taking risk are scary/
But the worst thing one can Do is become ordinary/
Days filled with deep insight/
Bad decisions lead to flight/
Conversations never ending endearment/
Some leave a bad taste in your mouth others are sweet like spearmint/
I'm so tired;mind constantly fluctuating thoughts/
Sometimes a bad state of mind is worse then a blood clot/
People speak but the words are pointless/
Everyone celebrates but for what success/
Do this, buy that, think this; there's no time for rest/
They say life is a test but you never know if you pass or fail/
The days come and go some exciting others stale/
Procrastination leads to unfulfilling regret/
Don't worry no need to sweat put it off have a cigarette/
They say in Order to be successful you need a spark/
But people die everyday; does anyone really leave their mark/
Your memory is only as big as your tombstone/
Even in a room full of people you remain alone/
Others can join in and add to the scrutiny/
It's all a distraction from the one and only unity/
Of course it's life's biggest theft/
We live unsatisfied and then comes death
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