reach 666 quick,the agent of sickness,get with this,twisted liquid,that could kill bitches...
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reach 666 quick,the agent of sickness,get with this,twisted liquid,that could kill bitches...
...chuckle as your dead body twitches, tongue missin, now listen, look who you dissin...dead risin
Dying is free no fee, but there's a price on his head while livin'/
hitmen forgivin for death that they've givin,juss another job description,one more meanless soul delivered..
a river of blood, a bitter grudge held for aeons/deep seeded deceits helped the weak to keep strong
......:point:
On the Freestyle thread he was wearing his thong stroking the Dead man's dong dancing to some song
^^Nevermind the above we squashed that beef aint nothing more wrong this a one liner so I can't make this too long
Prone not to prolong a battle, strike quick wit the rattle in seattle
U ain't squashed shit, i got "mad" beef like the "sick" cattle
Fragile mc's shatter easy like glass jaws in spit battles/
snakes wanna kill me cuz' their hoes lips make my dick rattle/
I burn psychotic images in mental chambers, like cowboys do cattle, generations do battle, the old verse the young, the intelligent against the gun, the sun hid behind the mountains, it feared the deadly melody of the wardrums, diddy-dum, diddy-dum, diddy-diddy, dum-dum
Gun brawls make bloodflow niagra Falls in project halls/
Gangster bitches goggle on my balls, i bounce on their faces raw/
we all share the earth, information was conceived by nouns and verbs, elements contain particles, like pages contain articles, mc's spit aesop fables, I coat the air with verses, like tissues wit mucous, my words so visual, your eyes will witness, I spit lyrics that split the neucleus
Whoudini pimp magic tricks hide the bucks let em' stack high as clouds sky high kid/
Opponets get cloned then sent to battle me, my chrome moment to clapem' captain firepower poems bitch/
Pretty tone shit poems pitched at high speeds burn the hands, pass the ointment/
Appointed to give ya a death appointment, black angel anointed/
One line enjoyment, axe chop niggas in barbershop, bloody scalp butcher cops/
Push a block leader down a sewer, piss on em' hot from beer i'm drunk smokin' skunk in a secluded spot/
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holy fuck,whole paragraphs on one line rhyme,need three try's to rip it as fine..
Suicidal swine, he could only be a president by being dead his stupid head, a book he never read, he'll go to bed all dressed in red
:f
regret's are meet,by realizein the threat,of masterz that capture every thought
in ya head
Why talk to the Dead ? He wanted to be a President but got murdered instead
:)
I'm salty you dissin me wit one lines, i'm surprised you wastin this much time
Over these weak designs, your rap vines is intertwined where the sun don't shine
^^^
(yo raps is shity, since you don't understand what i say half the time)
Go ahead shine son, ultra violet rays blaze these fugaze mic bums//
I strike lungs lungin' weapons in slums, i earth-slam contestants word to Deck the great one//
That's two lines he wrote but the fagat wannabe President is brain dead and can't count with dicks in his mouthQuote:
Originally Posted by Dead President
spick in the house like construction workers, spittin cussin ya out hurt wit percussion jerk, uh
Bitch did i say it was one line, fagot ass nigga its called one bar. If i wanted to write one line i would. Just battle me so i can merk yo ass and end this beef and stop floodin the freestlye thread.Quote:
Originally Posted by Battle 1
But this is the Official One Line Bring It Back Thread, fool. I think it must be hard for you to read and think sometimes being born with such a small head containing only one brain cell in it. Like I said your illiterate and shouldn't be allowed to even post up on Wu Corp to begin with. All your wack retarded ass does is ruin threads and the forum with exceptional high levels of retardness which you like to call elevation. Being the fucking fagat freak that you are.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dead President
Dumbass alot of people spit whole bars instead of one lines, just hurry up and battle me i got shit to do
Dead fagat President battling me is what you fear, end your writing career on Wu Corp I stick pens in your ear till they come out your rear
Than you must be a brainless clone trying to use a microphone living in a gay home with gats to your domeQuote:
Originally Posted by Dead President
Quote:
Originally Posted by Dead President
I know your only 16 but if everyone else jumps off a bridge you gonna jump too ??
^^Yeah you already showed that you would your a no brainer head made of wood, It's all understood.
battlefield gentlemen
Spittin' on rhymes like I'm spittin' on bitches,
Layin' down verses and they all be wicked.
I've Admitted I'm addicted and committed, and you know it shows in my words and my flow
below detection, resurrection of protection, recollection of perfection
My section soldiers strapped wit sawed off's, in the house cops get clapped blood, and brains fly towards the walls direction//
Call for Protection and All will get Infected by the Jaws of wat i Manifested
Mindz infected From being Injected With My Serum know a quick Death's expected//
we reckless,injesting blunt smoke of da best shit,respect it, or 666 design bomb
threats with nuclear weapons.
U threaten but wit no action, satisfaction acheived with my rhime interaction, success natural like gravitational attraction,