let Special K have a go...
 

i'm listening to you b*tches rattle and shake
i'll throw down some lines and give it a take
i'm sick of ya'll dissing back and forth to another
sh*t like "your gay and i ****ed your mother"
them lines are weak, they make me vomit
holdin the bomb, don't make me drop it
yo, my name is Special K, I ain't an average white kid
now opening my can, ya know there ain't no lid
there's not gonna be nothing blockin my way
this is how i be doing this, everyday
you feelin my beats they making you shiver
body starts sweating, your limbs gonna quiver
you best take it easy and grab yoself a seat
cuz i'm the realest mc smackin a beat
listen up to these rhymes i's be throwin
your cars a p.o.s, looks like you're towin!
As I roll by and my 12" subs are pumpin
ladies scream and hoes be jumpin'
you hear the sounds jumping off of these lips
you crackas wanna race for your damn pink slips?!?!
your tin can is loaded up with them bottle rockets
I could beat you with the keys still in my pocket
right from the start your 4 cars behind
i know, i know, it'll blow ya mind
i'm not running nos this time like all of you thinkin
just force induction my ride be drinkin
so even though my Nos tank is empty
i got tons of hp and the power is plenty
so round I go as I leave you in my dust
sorry b*tch I put a rock through your rust
across the finish line I race
look, all I did was put you in your place
of course i got the nicest looking ride
ya know all them hoes, there by my side
they like the cars and they like them fast
too bad for you cause your wheels came last
so step aside son, i'm the illest flavour
i'll win again, no need to savour
the taste of winning is so damn sweet
you can keep your car, it ain't no treat
so keep it real dog and i'll see ya around
keep your chin up and feet on the ground
i know this disses are what we're all about
but i still chew you up and spit you out
So step down to a man greater than you
to try and test me again, you'd be a foo
your wasted, and useless and just full of shit
i'm out outta here, peace dog, gotta split


*i suck, but what the hell..special k is in da house..lol*

Not bad...but MC Paul Barman owns you all! Hehe.

who's MC Paul Barman?

what do ya'll think of mine? give up or keep trying?

He's a kind of nerdy white guy who does some old skool style hip hop and has ryhmes and flows so f@ckin goofy that it's great. If it helps, he's produces by Prince Paul. It's so retarded it's genius.

The END!

aight juve here we go
02 and silver aint got nothin but show
if they knew anything
they would know what to bring
but instead they sit their with their bracelets and rings
im suprised they're still here
not run away by fear
i gotta give em credit, they hang in their tight
but when shit heats up, watch em take flight
theres no need for debate
no need to decide
when it comes to flossin, chicks drool on my ride
now heres the story, take a seat pay attention
when it comes to props your name gets a mention
sure you tried, sure you dropped lines
but never can you battle with me and the like
juve got my back, coming at you together
float like a butterfly sting like a bee
when shit gets heavy im watching you flee
so dont come here around
you're not wanted in town
so get out while you can before busting your can
over something you fail at and just try again
now lessons over, dismissed
leave your seat and be blessed
to be so lucky to have someone school you so through
you cant hang with me and my crew

out

anyone playin still?

I'm still in, I'm just waiting some silver or 02_Si to reply. :yes:

you smell that juve? smells like victory

Haha, give them a few mour hours, they're just making up their rhymes ;) :D

here's the answer and it ain't multiple choice
now sit down children and fear this voice
you are now messing with a dynamic duo
bigger than snoop and dre or anyone else you know
your rhymes are weak premeditated sh%^
even vanilla ice brought lyrics realer than your sh%^
juvenile dog that's exactly what you are
but this is an adults game son you've come too far
now it's time to get slapped and kicked to the curb
so you can just on that bus and ride back to the burbs
and highlander dog where did you come from
i'll put you away like dragnet dum dee dum dum
how can you think that you could step to us
what made you think that you could flow with us
did you watch 8 mile and try to lose yourself
well you ended up like bob and just shot yourself
trying to rap when you just got the fever
i've been illin on hip hop since leave it to beaver
since my boys in gangstarr launched a full clip
i've been terrorizing cats with my lyrical whip
torturing and teasing and making them cry
hurting so bad that they wish they would die
your will smith lyrics and your pdiddy style
won't hold up kids you're all in denial
i am the best and i rein supreme
i'm sorry to spoil your hip hop dream

kick it DJ...yo, yo...
 

now listen up to my boys juvenile and highlander
we’s really ridicously good looking, like zoolander
we mix it up like alphabit soup
open ya ears, we're the sickest group!
Throw me the rock, its my turn on stage
kicking your ass as i'm full of rage
when i talk about battling, i stay true to my line
i's be fresh and flowing like wine
you think you got something going on now do ya?
i rip it up and coming busting right thru ya
yous all talkin about notorious B-I-G
come on ya'll, he ain't no better than me
it's never hard for me to lay down a sentence
Special K spits it real, you feelin my presence
i'm packing energy like a bottle of gatorade
give it up silver, you'll never get laid
cuz i'm a whole 2L of rum and coke
throw down the mic before you choke
i pack a punch mighty like mouse
Special K is in da house!
Your rhymes are weak and lacking style
hurry up fool, we only got a little while
the clock keeps spinning, tick and a tock
your tongue is tied, just take a walk
my lips are flapping and throwing a trance
get outta here son, you don't stand a chance
the ladies are out bustin a move
feeling the vibe, and absorbing the groove
i got it going on like a bag of all dressed
you's just a kid, no hair on your chest!
your still in a crib holding your rattle
come on kid, you're too young to battle
your face is pimply and your voice still cracks
my words flow smooth just like train tracks
your road is bumpy and much less travelled
well my road is paved and rhymes are unravelled
you're stuttering, you drooling, you sound like daffy duck
its not your day kid, you just plain outta luck
you try to hide your sexuality, but we know it's a cover
go back in the closet with your ***gy little lover
you don't touch beer, no pussy or weed
you sound like a cool guy, party hardy indeed
no wonder you don't get no ass or no play
you sit around and play with yourself all day
one chance you get with a girl and you kiss her
she tries to find your dick but can't get past the blisters
you're jerkin and rubbin and giving a tug
when's the last time you even seen a chick's rug?
probably you'r momma's when she popped ya out
where's your daddy? what's that all about?
your momma was a slut and slept around alot
reekin like ass and startin to rot
she's got every disease written in the book
b*tches gyno won't even dare to look
enough with the momma jokes they are gettin lame
you're a loser and she's not the one to blame
it's your father, your daddy, the sperm donar
probably like you, could barely get a boner
your noodle is limp, just like ya biscuit
just shut the f*ck up, dont' even risk it
OUT

Check mic uh, check mic one two...
hey Special K dog, thanks for havin my back
Lets show these cats why we're so whack!
now silver lets get one thing straight
why is it that you're all full of hate?
nah not against me dog I can handle my shit
you bring snoop and dre in this battle, dawg now you're bait
both those rappers will tear your rhymes and have you split
you better start packing and run to uncle Tom
you're now messing with forces that are beyond you or your mom
both of you, I'm just looking out for your hearts
I don't joke around, I'll tear you apart even before the verse starts
both you little punk talk like you're all the best
I joke with accord that you will fail just like the rest
and as Em once said a lot of truth is said in jest
I rhyme where I can and pay my respects where they're due
I'd suggest you do the same before you get the real clue
Honestly, rhyming with timing is all I can do
but the big boys, they have fire power bigger than you
You callin out snoop, you callin out dre
who next on your list dog, pac or nwa?
here I'll let Em again explain the way
you got the realest and illest killas tied up in the knot
the jagurnuauts of the rap shit, like it or not
now back to me dog, have the mic and let me know
when you decide to give up your fake little show
because for now it's all laughs, for now it's a joke
but be careful dog, when those guys take a toke
they'll hunt you down and leave you all broke
and give my crew a call dawg, so we can go out for a smoke
you're starting to see it now, it's becoming all clear
Special K, highlander and I dog, we're shifting through higher gear
but sometimes I rhyme like killa and sometimes I fall
but be warned dawg, my boys will murder you with a simple call
and when I get back up from my little rhyme stall
I'll run circles around your little duo dog, like a chic in a mall
so to leave you with my last line for now
why don't you come up with better shit cuz you sound like a ****in cow

now wheres the battle?
now wheres the rage?
why yall heardin like cattle?
gettin locked in the cage
me juve n special k are rockin the house
aint no need for you two with your pink frilly blouse
this shit is real, you aint so dont try
so run home to your mommas, get a hanky and let cry
see you tried to dis, but the point that you miss
is the joke here is you, not me and my crew
so if you must stay, im letting ya know
we own all your rhymes, but we'll let ya go
so keep on pretending, that you're a rapper
staying with your granny, lights on with the clapper
see if you had a life, if you held clout
we might listen up when you running your mouth
but since your world is empty, your words don't run deep
i wont listen up, rappers like you come cheap
but if you really wanna try, if you must keep going
i suggest you check out, cause in here we be flowing
go find some cheap group, where you might shine
cause when it comes to rappin, this board is mine

All I hear is "Yackity yack"
Hard to hear coming from your butt crack
Its okay juve i'll cut you some slack
Wheres your mommy boy I need a good snack
Eat her silly ass up like a cheetoh
Shit out the mess like a bean burrito

Uh oh theres another mom diss
Not my fault shes hard to miss
300 pound pure good lovin
tear it up and leave that slut hummin
"Oh clown I want that dick"
"Shh ***** before I get the stick!"
"Rub it nice and hard for me will you?"
"My dicks to large it'll go thru you"

So never underestimate the power of me
Dick so large it'll make you scream
In so far till it hits the splein
Your lyrics are trash , and I'm mr.clean


02_Si .. Silver..

-ClownKilla

p.s. tom likes silly hoes

did you guys give up or what?

No, I just didn't get a chance to get online recently and right now I'm freakin tired as hell. I'll do something tommorow. Why don't you come up with a reply back right now, since ClownKilla came up with something.

I'll take this little peck
Wipe him clean like a speck
He comes on and tries to hang with our crew
but he aint got nothing for me k n' you
sad how all he can talk about is yo momma
when his momma is really his lover
so sick to see such inbred crap
able to speak, trying to rap
we gotta make sure we silence this fool
so listen up, these are my rules
don't try to rhyme, don't try to flow
you should just pack your bags and go
you have no creativity, no inspiration
sounds like all you got is masturbation
I feel sorry for you, I really do
But this battle you are about to lose
No need to respond to this
No need to dry to dis
Your cheesy lines fall of deaf ears
Better hide under your blanket, your time nears
But for now I'm done with this joke
Just for one moment, I gotta gloat
Im the best of the best
Hailed by the rest
My crew is on top of your game
We'll put you to shame
I'm out as we speak
Cause I gotta take a leak.

Peace

I'm finally here, so don't have an attack.
I don't need no body to be watchin' my back.
In case you didn't notice, you're all scrawny bitches.
Your words do shit but be given me itches.
How can you come in my post and say that you own
When I started this mutha ****in' party and show.
And let's get one thing straight, before you attack
your words sound like $hit that came right from my crack.
Splatty splat splat, is all that I hear
so I guess it's the time to put it in gear.
Silver and 02 have been running this show
and on came along you little pu$$ies and ho's
Tryin to match with the words that you all try to flow
but you act like a retard who didn't even know.
"I'm a gangster, man," is all that you say?
Gangs are for pussies who just get in my way.
But I walk right thru them cause I have no fear
now how the fuk can I be scared of a little bÎtch queer?
If you wanna come step, than enough with the rhymes,
I'm sittin ready to rumble after my vodka and limes.
Cause that's how I do it, with the straight up liquor,
I'm like the disease in your blood that's just makin' you sicker.
Special K, What the ****, has your mind gone foggy?
I eat Frosted Flakes cause your cereal be gettin too soggy.
Just like all of your words, but hey, what can you do?
I guess talk is all someone can do who looks like you.
And all of you bitches in the my mutha fukin' post.
You better recognize in this post that I am the host.
So this party is over cause I'm tired of killin'
Even Helter Skelter at times needs to be chillin'.
So enough with this game, fuk the fame
and fuk all of your lyrics, so disgracefully lame.

stop, collaborate and listen
ice is back with a brand new addition (i had to...lol)
what the hell's up with all this rantin' and ravin'
hands in the hair, ya'll look like yer wavin'
just relax, take a drink and chill
i'm the king at the top of this hill
my lyrics are real and somewhat outrageous
just like a cold, i become contagious
i'm just one tall ass drink of water
spit them lyrics, wait don't even bother
cuz i keep them rhymes coming like ya momma
dropping A-bombs just like Osama
i got my bros and they gots my back
ya'll better prepare for my f*ckin attack
now i know you're thinkin, "where'd they find this creature"?
start it up, start the show, I'm the main feature!
cruisin in your civic you think you're a pimp
i got news for you, you handicapped gimp
you look like a fool and your crews retarded
plug in the mic, lemme get this started
i bet your knees are twitching and probably starting to spasm
body shaking, face twisted, are you about to orgasm?
what's up with that? what's the 3-1-4?
you can't run NOW, the locks on the door!
come on you pussy, just give it your best
or keep your mouth shut and give it a rest
stop talking trash like you got something on me
my rhymes are 100 percent quality
cuz i'm the H to the IZZO
for shizel
my nizel

my dog Special K's got this b*tch on lock
he's humble and he'll rumble that snitch like the doc!
ClownKilla, what kind of a f*cking name is that
you sound like that pussy who's about to splat
my rhymes are lyrical, and my crew's are the illest
you're about to witness your jungle bow down to the realest
Anyways clownf*g, nice mamma joke there
isn't that the same one you used in the last circus fair
You call your dick big but what's that Viagra doing there?
At least I got enough inches to please your b*tch EL NATUREL!
Now back to this Tom guy, who's afraid of his mom
Bro you keep on saying you're the best, but I'm DA BOMB!
But I gave you a chance for this long to prove yourself dog
and all I keep hearing is your lousy excuses how you're the king of this rap rhymin jog.
Ok, so you drink Vodka and you think you're so tough?
I drink 100% spirits not liqour, now that's tough AND rough!
So you're done with this game now, should I be congratulating you?
Oh shit I can't, I'm too busy annihilating you.
Now I step back and let you return with your rhyme
and tear apart your lyrics just like a mime
Oh and of course I have to thank wren and special K
They had my back this whole time, now that shit's ok!
peace out

accord high and juvie dropping the beats
rolling hardcore on this hip hop street
dubs for blades look at them go
we finally found out what happened to LFO
new kids on the block had a bunch of hits
all ya'll rhymes is nothing but sh$%
and who is this clownkilla dog you killin yourself
the only clown around is you who let you off the shelf
silver and si america's new most wanted
big up to pac and snoop for the names we be flauntin
you LFO babies keep bringing the heat
at least thats what you think but you get cold feet
everytime you look for your partner to back you up
si and myself don't need no help
we can break by ourself like han solo
or hit you with the force of the jedi council
oh wait what was that, clownkilla is gone
must have driven off a cliff at the break of dawn
chickenhead nut trying to spoil our game
your style got older than that damn show fame
you prancin around in your cute tutu
sh%$ing rhymes like coco puffs making you kookoo
i devastate and destroy mc's with my murderous words
while si tags them and bags them and hits them with more
straight to the grave is where you're all heading
i'll tip a 40 for your memory right after the wedding
where i make your sisters i murdered my brides for life
and make a necklace of their skulls for my living wife
hell i'll murder her too with these lyrics so deadly
theres no escaping the stabs of my vocab so ready
to maim kill and genocide them all
all the mc's who step to the call
si and silver taking over this world
mass destruction i forsee for all these girls
yeah you three LFO style wannabe's
this tape will self destruct in three...boom
you're dead.

I’m glad you’re back 02si, back with some attitude
But we’re above you, check out our altitude
I’m pretty much a Saint son, and you’re nothing but a phony
Voted outta Paradise, like that stupid b*tch Toni.
I’ll slice ya up and kill you, something like Freddy Kreugar
Flick ya to the wall, ya ill tastin’ booger
Silver’s looking to the skies, hoping for an answer
I’ll get under your skin, the feeling’s like cancer
Y’all think your so crazy and getting rebellious
Your rhymes suck, no one’s getting jealous
You shake when you talk and you looking too nervous
I bring out your faults, up to the surface
So you’re looking stupid and everyone sees
That you’re just a homo, down on your knees
You got your lips all around your boy’s stuff
That’s gross dog, you ain’t never had muff!
The only tits you probably ever seen
Was your lil sister’s man, when she was thirteen!
You’re one sick mother fuker and its all your fault,
With your perverted antics and your abusive assault
You should be hauled off to the county jail,
No chance of parole, nothing, no bail!
Hey man, how does it feel to be beaten and raped?
Now you’re the victim on this damn videotape!
I hope you get sentenced with one hundred years
It’s YOUR a$$hole ripping as your crying tears.
I hope you get made into everyone’s b*tch,
New STD’s, with some that itch.
I’m sorry O2si, I know this is breakin your heart
But your boy squirts jizz, with every new fart.
But I’m done with this retarded little stunt
Time to kick back, roll up a blunt.
Get some naked hoes with them saggy boobies,
I got my 20bag, now I’m making doobies.
As I sit here, getting totally wasted
You feel sick from all that dick you tasted
So you see son, that’s the difference between you and I,
You like the brown cookie, well me, I’ll stick to the pie.
OUT

Dam Dam Dam, that was alright man (accord)
though id like to see, 1 line, that dont ryhme, with ****, dam, shit, or some messed up hate crime
you dogging on silver pretty bad, sitt'n back with hommies, all you do is brag
you act tough, you may look tough
but fool in real life i bet you aint even buff
you sit at the computer, with your acne coverd face
busting out disses, like 02si's a discrace
but this is no race, there is no 1st place
who you trying to impress
i dont see a pretty girl in a short skimpy dress
you need to go outside, look around
you aint the only bad motha ****^r in this lyrical town
no matter your altitude no matter how high
im the man of steel punk that means i can fly
so no matter how far up, you wanna go, i can go higher
but this... you should already know
this is a rap game, of ryhme and beat
not a gay club like the one you attended last week
we laugh at you as you just got taken down a peg
like that stupid punk on MOS "craig"
you just waisted, so much of my time
talking about you, and how much you whine
so drop the bad ass act
before you get smaked
youre not all that
your just one more fool, that just got macked
so this is the Q for the hommies and you...
to re-check your 6
before i bust out anther simple mix

_________
sorry i just had to get in on this...

aight here we go thats it
I cant let my boy get dissed
from a punk such as you
warning: don't mess with my crew
now listen to my game and how it is played
first things first, you don't get paid
you got my props, but my money goes to K
send some to juve, knock you outta my way
so whats the big deal, why you feel the need
to show up uninvited and try to take the lead
truth to the fact is that you can't hang with us
all you do is fuss, can't roll with us
so when you start to wonder why you got owned
just remember yourself, it started with this poem
and grew with the beat, flooded out in the street
my peeps can't get enough of my lyrical heat
ain't trying to impress nobody, this is how I am
take it as it is, or i'm taking you down
see you must not understand, this party got crowded
with the likes of you, sheany and clown
now sheany is real, he knows what its about
as for you and clown, yall in a cloud
if you can't tell the difference between real and fake
ya need to double back and do a retake
as far as this little game, its getting old
all the haters are hatin, while I take the gold
now I am out, leavin you a mess
this last little piece, I must confess
I think you're a joke, you make me laugh
me K n' juve are the #1 staff...

^^^^!!WORD!!^^^^

Another good mix, from the inbred down south
there you go again runnin' your mouth
You hang with a canadian, what have they done
theyve never been in a war, not even one
they sit up there acting all tough
like you and your sister, doing it ruff
Then theres Juve, whos such a wannabe
just like all you posers you cant hang with me
If you are all the number one staff
then all i can do, is sit here and laugh
I must admit that this has been fun
sorry for the personal hits
but it's over and youre done.:yes:

___________
see you guys in the forums...

my god this is still alive...who would've guessed

Please somebody tell me why every time,
I come in this post and hear you all whine.
Juve and K.. what's up with you guys?
You work at Mc Donalds, "would you like some more fries?"
All you do is complain, about you being tired.
Of people like me that are gettin' you fired.
'Cause your game is so lame
and I leave you in pain.
But it isn't your fault that you're going insane.
I just have that affect, when I bring it to you.
Oh wait I forgot, "I can't mess with your crew."
Cause you're so damn bad, and your lyrics are rad.
But you forgot that your gayness is not a new fad.
So all you go home, and just take it from me,
I'll show you things your parents didn't want you to see.
I'll take a bat to your head, and break all of your teeth,
Hang your head on my wall, like a green ivy wreath.
Am I going too fast? Do try to keep up.
And finish that "spirit" that you have in your cup.
I'll still beat you down, and not just with my words.
I'll break all of you down into less than two-thirds.
Manofsteele, he got rhythm, and he knows the truth
And I'm sure he'll bat all of your heads like Babe Ruth .
Right out of the park, your lights go out dark.
I'm flooding all of you out, I'm like Noah's Ark.
So don't come back, cause no one's feelin' your flow.
That ain't no girl you got Accord, his real name is Joe.

Manofsteele, he got rhythm, and he knows the truth
And I'm sure he'll bat all of your heads like Babe Ruth .
Right out of the park, your lights go out dark.
I'm flooding all of you out, I'm like Noah's Ark.
So don't come back, cause no one's feelin' your flow.
That ain't no girl you got Accord, his real name is Joe.
_____________
Laugh out loud, i cant stop laughing at this
what a good what to end, man this is bliss
no matter what they say bro, you got rythem and beat
and we just beat the "crew" out onto the street
where they can stay untill it is time
for another round of rythem and ryhme
your ego went from an elephant to a mouse
and you better get used to it, cuz 02si and steel are in the Hizzzouse!!!
________

lets all count how many times he copied my exact rhymes:D

Now ya'll better listen up buster
i'm the 110% hustler
you think i should be afraid don't you? or maybe that i should have fear?
your too slow to make up a rhyme, takes you 12 months of the year!
Manofsteele, this is what i think about you cracka
you ain't nothing but a reguler stack o'
Jenga Blocks, yous be fallin all over the place
but i understand son, you set your own pace
you're clumsy and slow, remind me of a turtle
you're not in my way, i jump ya like a hurdle.
now lemme lay it down for ya real quick
it's simple ya see, i got the trick
this is how i see manofsteele
the kid is poor can't afford a meal
a baby, kid, a toddler, a child
his words? like salsa but mild
i'm the king of the castle
so listen up a**hole
on top of this tower
you'll feel my power
for a whole hour
i'm not gettin sour
i keep them rhymes real
you startin to feel
that it takes a much bigger man
to be more devoted than "Stan"
to keep my fans entertained
keep their panties stained
cuz i'm making them wet
you listening yet?
learn a lesson from me
cuz you'll soon see
you'll get addicted to hear my voice
it's everywhere, no other choice
then to hear me speak and clear my mind
where's 02si? him? oh, he's WAY behind!
manofsteele is dumb and weak as hell
TOTAL KNOCKOUT, hear the bell?
buddy, you couldn't last a 2 minute round
get used to the bell, it'll be a familar sound
cuz when i come punching there's nowhere to hide
you're on your own kid, no one's on your side
02_Si, I can't help but give props to you dude
them rhymes you just thru were pretty rude
i don't mind your style and your nutty cliches
we're the two running in this one man race
one step ahead of the other we run
almost at the finish line, here we come
but who will it be
should we wait and see
what comes of this, is there ever an end?
who will come out first, bend after bend?
as we twist and turn through this collision course
i will for sure, cuz i 'Use The Force'!
I am the real Canadian Idol
king of the hill, the world's greatest Title :banana:

man theres like 50 freestyles in here... maybe even more.:yes:

So many rhymes in here... and to think, all I wanted to do was rap a little. It's all good though y'all. I think I'm outty now. Nothin' personal to y'all about anything i said... just wanted to make some flows... i might be back though. :cool:

yeah, Im getting kinda tired of this too... takes effort, and I don't like giving effort:D

Oh man I didn't know others felt the same way lol. I'm just getting a bit too tied up now and maybe round two in about a month or so? :bandit:
02 bro, it's all good. I suggest we all team up and go board against board ;) lol j/k

And I just want to say that most of you were pretty damn good with your rhymes.

ya..sounds good to me...props to ya'll tho! Good jobs and I gotta admit I heard some good shit going down in here...

i think we should have a vote perhaps...name your top 3 free stylists....just see what happens..

Damnit I can't believe I missed this sh!t...

lol thats what i get for takin a break i guess

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With a 1-2 punch i'll knock your ass flat
flat as your girl's ass, how about that?
thinkin you all bad, thats funny shit
you about as good as J. Timberlake tryin to spit
your gettin all cocky, talkin bout "I had ya!"
your rhymes are straight flacid - take some viagra
to harden up your flow, to spit with the big boys
stead'a sittin in your room, playin with sex toys
i come into this game a bit too late
so i guess til next round i have to wait
to school your ***** asses with my hard ass flows
leave you on the curb, like them Aurora hoes

disclaimer: not meant as an insult to anyone or directed at anyone in general, im just playin around.

Info: Aurora is the main strip here in Seattle where all the hookers work hehe

Holy sh!t man, that was f*ckin harsh! haha! Nice!

whata waste...:)

what's up with all the amateur sh*t?

I was starting to think the same thing...kind of sophmoric

And what are you a professional rapper or something? This was all fun and games and no one was serious. If you were or think we were, you need to get yourself checked. 02_si started this thread to just play around and I don't think he expected it to explode like that, but many people liked his idea. So it went this far but was all just jokin around. That's it.

Oh I understand...it's all just kinda weak, predictable, and generic. No, I'm not a "professional rapper" (there's really no such thing as a professional musician) but if I was I assure you I'd eat a gun or suck a tailpipe. I'm not trying to say that it was bad...just kinda weak. Plus it's not really a freestyle if you can sit at a keyboard for an hour and think up a ryhme. Kinda defeats the purpose.

i can't believe this was still going that whole time, i leave for a few weeks :(

yeah round two whenevers...big ups to all of you, especially highlander, good stuff. but si and i will be back ;)

oh lol and no props to me? lol
GT40 of course it was weak, what do you expect us to do, make a hit single, record it and put it up here each time? This was just for the kicks and of course after a bit I'll go for round two again silver! I have an idea, lets toss up the teams though ;)