i like green eggs and ham
ill eat them in a van
ill eat them out of a hand
i eat green eggs and ham sam
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i like green eggs and ham
ill eat them in a van
ill eat them out of a hand
i eat green eggs and ham sam
Quote:
Originally Posted by SHRAP
You've gotta be joking. You ripped me? lol. Which lines did you drop that ripped me? You had no witty or original concepts in either verse. You can't be serious with lines like --"you comin so soft better just change your name to Butter
your shit is more hard to feel than pussy through a rubber." That's first grade concepts. And yeah, I called you a faggot, but you have to admit it's pretty humerous that you concentrated on dicks your entire first verse. I'm not hating when saying that you're average at best. If you are being real with yourself, you'd admit that I tore you to shreads. I didn't need to talk about dicks or how I'd kill my opponent to get my point across. No, I took your verse and rediculed you with it. Post our first verses at each other on any real battle site like rapbattles.com and you wouldn't get one single vote.
Truthfully, you're too weak to even make a verbal response to.
i wrote some shit here and clowned u then tried 2 drop knowledge on u, then afterwards i realized i dont have 2 explain nothing to a loser so i deleted it to save room on the page. u took nuff space talking some shit u aint half worth so theres no reason to waste even more space in our cipher thread graspin at straws tryna teach a weak ass sucka ass hater like u to be worth the shit he talkQuote:
Originally Posted by Graveyard shift
the cipher continues
cowards comin at me sideways, i do em my way
slash em split em five ways leave they ass up off the highway
put an end to the weAk like Friday, im somethin like a lil Cube
plus a mothafucka aint picky squeezin big and lil boobs
indiscriminate wit the freaks any colour bitch i fuck em now
indiscriminate wit the heat any colour snitch i buck em down
u gon fuck around and catch some fuckin gun play, gun play
u see the streets u walkin down only go one way, one way
shoulda brought your lil bitch ass to church on Sunday
u might not have ended up leakin from the games that u was gon play
count your blessins dont come testin my smith and wesson
u stressin with your plex and a mothafucka gonna have yo bitch undressin
studio thug ill end yo session leave all your dreams a mess on-
the floor of the booth, bitch betta hit the backdoor when i shoot
got u runnin caught in a loop tryna get away from where im gon be
without warnin my troops blast u and make u an example mothafuckas gon see
Street camo wear, all black except the socks
Peep ammo there, loaded you notice me check the glocks?
Got goons for that, i sit back an lounge like a rich dog
An chew on uncooked steak, to make sure i spit raw
Let a bitch cough, an start fuckin up my rotations
I'd play like a broke doctor, cuz i won't have no paitents
Smack a perp for perp'in, get on curb and work hoe
Even the church know, i'll shoot you the fuck off yo perch tho
My hustle mode is merciless, deaths over purchases
Cops act timid.....cuz its techs to who searches this
Biters is like baseball players...always steal'in the "basis" (bases)
Of my rhymes then flip'in the concept like i won't trace it
You wanna gamble? u can bet that i'm the better bettor
If u knew me better....u know that i'd send a ruby letter
Blood soaked, striaght from the heart of yo loved ones
Jus cuz u reppin them bloods or crips, don't mean u a thug son
"Thyme" is money......meanin herbs is profits
This ain't no comic ain't shit funny when that third is poppin
I say more "verses".....than a old street fighter game
In them i grill ya lames' balls wit that "meat" lighter flame
Defeats i arranged.....left the sane deranged
Step up the vocab to show fags, how to change the range
Of yo rap material, I'm not gay so i don't care wut'cha "wood" do
Off this gat, when scratch the serial, u'll see what i could do
That's jus my two pennies, but if you wanna take'em
I'll do the closest to you like old paint, and muthafuckin "scrape'em"
drizzed stizz, my shizz rids the bizz
kids catch sids, rid lids with sick bids
lyric bets, my set wets vets
animal doctor, rock ya spot ya
mile away, pray or stay far from fray
okay, today gray blurry furry irish curry
spicy, i stay nicely right B...fight me, g'night B
Tightly top teeterin' slops, flop as beat bop drops
stop and cop another stee-lo, you know my flow
blow eruption, suction suckin' you vacuumed doomed
loomed boom, leave no room when i zoom on shrooms
tomb grave, i save best for brave act ya age
take a page outta my book, shook rook you took
bite too big, stay stig-matic, faggot you erratic
not like magi, i'm a bad guy die try to tie knot
you not noose-man, you loose man cooked goose man
i be juice man, for thirsty...firstly fistin' competition
^^^that looks like it took you 5 min to write, we gotta do a collab, i'ma hit u up wita a verse and a topic by tommorow
Houdini mental burner holding bandit in the rental..
lines essentially essential, and obviously damaging to kin-folk..
When smoke spreads, the cause is my effect fire heads..
Sleep on a mattress on top of needles, poems bled..
domes red from rigorious shots, shoot-outs in money-spots..
world of wonderous drops, great adventures running from cops..
Kill me there's too much hate here, niggas ate deer..
I drink beer been drunk for the last 2 years..
The stress here's like a homophobic fathers seeds turning queer..
where i'm headed i'll be beheaded life's deaded..
acts dreaded got my emotions breaking like a comb in buckwheats hair..
in hell naked with my favorite chic screaming "Happy new year"..
go the whole nine, young murks is strong like formaldehyde
my dick get blow dried you simps get clothes lined
i hold rhymes close to my heart, the family bloodline
consist of griots, gold in gringotts safe till next time
i put dat shit on, stacy adams that have them
bitches who looking like rachel mcadams gettin' at him
the notebook is chock full of fantastic hand crafted
ballads thats wreck havoc like its a prodigy sample
ample vocab no half ass attempts
strictly brilliance, diminish 85%
the murder mo delegate rip da fuck out u derelicts
im confident i could reverse yall uncalled for arrogance
ego is delicate so i toss bricks thru'em
the d produce more beastie boys than rick ruben
Vicoden, hypin' dem I'm likin' dem
Lovin' 'em, dazed ways and such
Fuck cuts bitch, I'm slut for scrips
Pills fill body, noddin' off groddy
Spotty vision, slurrin' wisdom
Prison snizzed 'em, chill cell livin'
Pill sell to women, men and children
Grilled 'em up, ate 6 with a cup
Of rum, numb thumbs grip
Dribble runs from lip, shit
Passin' out, about face taste nasty
Lastly, my glass be breakin'
Narcotic takin', slakin' serious thirts
Far optic shakin', makin' delirious works
Multi-function fuckin' up my junction
Lunchin' lorazapams, spazin' damn
Jazzin' man, my plan if you understand
Is to die early, surely this might help
Well, hell I'd love to go out this swell
Bell ringin' thing an', I'm thinkin'
On doin' drinkin', damn I'm stinkin'
Guns up for revolution i'm here to evolve the evolution..
shooting snakes the only solution, my gats rooting, tooting..
Re-couping money tax-free, i'm the opposite of Gandi..
Holding shotties like Malcom to defend my family..
Ain't no beasts gonna put a hand on me without a scuffle..
Once i'm ruffled they get bagged like duffle..
You can have more muscle, but they can't with-stand shots..
These emcee's got be beneath the son to stay hot..
some lines of thought
re-awaking brothas concience, no nonsense
K conference, killaz of zion i condense
for their humanity offence,
tear open their cranium, pain high immense
strain n die the swordsinga slices intense,
thier flesh bones and groans get made to incense,
stand firm in defence of tyranny N fasle pretense,
dollaz and cence poundz and pence,
they think they rule the masses with sinister intent,
they will face the final blade, only the guilty souls repent
That was a pretty dope line.Quote:
stand firm in defence of tyranny N fasle pretense,
dollaz and cence poundz and pence,
u wak villianz i topple your shit like buildinz
leave u spanked and bruised like that loser wooz and the other thousandz of abused children.
on this board who think they can beef wit sicka there'z no contest...//
shred u bitchez up and permafry your bitchazz like omlete'z ..../
all yall try comin at me.../
ill choke fuck any lil bitch in front of me.../
skunk any MC thinkin they can sun this OG.../
ask everybody they'll say nobody.../
can even dream of schoolin me i got metal.../
dartz from the devil I got it locked so get set to get leveled.
ayo Sicka rocks, he'll never lick a cock,
when we chill we build like bricks and blocks,
pick pockets, snatch ten wallets and six lockets,
grab the cash and dash fast as a rocket,
hock it at the pawn shop, I refer to the jewelry,
mock shit that we drop, get hurt G, you'll see,
tools needed for this work are glocks and brains,
cocked and aimed, drop ya frame, won't mop the stains,
of what remains of ya brains now laying on the pavement,
been getting payed this way since the days of cave men.