To much of a hoe to spit, his lyrics is wack
28 tryin to keep his tupee intact, scared of contact raps
Came out that pussy a virgin, about 336 months later he still is (28 years)
Whats the problem? is u a faggot or do you just got lil dick
There i wrote something in 2 minuets, its that simple, i'm starting to question if you can write anything..., you must be a hoe not to spit anything
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 09-26-2006 at 04:50 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Originally Posted by "SiCkARoCkS"
No I haven't quit, I never quit cause I'm not a loser like the fagat Dead President. He's just plain ans simple too sorry and weak to battle, it's a waste of time. He doesn't know how to battle and not to mention his level of skill is much below his age of 16 even.
The fagat Dead President is illiterate and killed himself with his very first book long most boring verse and spared me the trouble of having to do it instead for him. If he could spit one reasonable verse worth getting at that isn't as long or boring as a book, then I would get right back at his fagat ass. But that book long boring verse he started this thread with is nowhere near the shit I spit about him on the other threads just compare em' and you'll know that fagat Dead President is a waste of time and joke to begin with. He's even starting to repeat shit I said about him first, biting my style like he does dicks.
"If he could spit one reasonable verse worth getting at that isn't as long or boring as a book, then I would get right back at his fagat ass."
Heeeee's a hooooooooo, ho!
Heeeee's a hooooooooo, ho!
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
This coming from a person who has "Hoe Ass Nigga" to describe himself instead of an avatar. See what I mean now, he trully is a fool.
He's even starting to repeat shit I said about him first, biting my style like he does dicks.
The president bit what shit? Hold up bitch, i ain't ever bit yo shit or anybody's for that matter. If i were going to bite of somebody's style it wouldn't be yours cuz youza hooooooo, HO!
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
But that book long boring verse he started this thread with is nowhere near the shit I spit about him on the other threads just compare em' and you'll know that fagat Dead President is a waste of time and joke to begin with.
The verse i wrote on the thread wasn't even a diss, was just showing you don't even have the skills to hang with me on the lyrical level. And you can't hang with me when i diss either cuz youza hooooooo
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
(scared to battle 1's verse, in another thread)
Wannabe president really a dead man I didn't know your mother posted up
cause she's the hoe that loves to dick blow
My whole crew ran through her like snow
You sat back and watched like it was a show
You was hiding in the closet on the D-Low
Your eyes watery like taking hits of hydro
Dead president's mom a 2 dollar hoe
She is dicksucking pro
As in proffesional dead president is a male stripper only wearing one slipper
He's well-known dick licker
Cincinnatti shit kicker
Dead President lives on a farm where he hides from the killa bee swarm
There his pussy stays warm
He was warned so many times before his pussy got torn
Dicks in him like horns
Dead President has more than one asshole with sores
He couldn't find a dildo so he started playing with swords
He is associated with all male whores
Inside his mouth cum pours
Then he spits it back out trying to write rhymes like shoe shines
His mouth got fucked so many times
You'd think he'd keep it shut
But not Dead president cause he's a male slut
Pussy fuck
He plays with everybody's rubber duck
His own mother looks at him and says yuck
She doesn't know how she had him with his lights so dim
And his fagat ass frequently kicked by tims
Dead President's been sucking dick since he was ten for japanese yen
Dead president is cincinnatti's well-known fagat resident
It's evident that he so irrelevant
On Wu Corp with those rhymes he attempts to invent
His mother should of had an abortion to prevent
Dead President has about 6,000 fathers plus his mother never had any daughters
He heard I was going after him so he ran to foreign waters
Speaking of protection his mother half dyke with an errection
You can always find her in the porno section
Dead President's mom is the biggest whore at everybody's door
Travelled over seas during her porno tour
All around the world she's a whore sucking dick to the core
Dead President knows the score
Hollar if you want more
Or your fagat ass can play it smart and ignore
Your rhymes are a bore and put people to sleep so they start to snore
You don't write rhymes only bed-time stories you fagat fucking whore
vs.
My verse, which wasn't even a diss i was just showing that he can't write nearly as good as i can, imo.
Hold up, like common said "you know you done fucked up"
Come on now i outclass you bitch, its like tims to chucks
But i ain't trippin cuz i don't got to prove that i'm so real
Make your poor moms kneel under my balls, for one meal
Username is battle... well from what you've displayed
Is that i got u rattled, before i spit which is to your dismay
Just try to keep up with me on the relay, before you run the mile
Need more conditioning, but how u gone betray then portray your style
Its very simple, like too $hort, which is fine if you come hardcore
Need to learn how to bounce the ball, before you hit the hard wood floor
Son listen, this rappin stuff ain't workin for you, you need to explore
More shit, check the score bitch, murder twice in 1 line for extra gore
I love it, this verse ain't even a diss, I'm just showin your shits wack
Just admit, that you wouldn't blitz back if i sacked, and you was bitch slapped
Write somethin i would take the time to read, then shutter and approach
I'm fat, plus i got the sticky hands wit jelly, but what goods the butter w/o the toast
But on some real shit, 12 years older than me, and still can't hang
Show up at yo crib, bitch slapped ya moms, then where's ya killa gang
That you whished you banged wit, nigga come to cinci you'll see plenty
From brick city, how you come at me with pennies, you need twenties
So step up your level or somethin, cuz this verse was constructed easy
A though, my lines leave shit torn like tornados, and this was conducted breezy
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
My orignal verse on this thread kilt his shit that he's saying kilt me. Obviously my verse above wasn't a diss verse but since he refuse to spit, for this battle compare his verse above, to the dis section of my verse on the first page of this thread.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
So heres the battle verses since this hoe don't want to spit:
Battle one, probably on some gucci man
Bitch ass sad man rollin with pussy clans
And groups, with unused orgasm glands (virgins)
Face stay in the dictionaries, but raps stay bland
With no type of matter, this track I shattered in forty five
Minuets, feel these lyrics I spit and vomit at shorties that live
Hold up, I can’t believe I just typed a whole fuckin page for u
Could easily do two, but I’m alittle lifted for suckin the sage brew
Thats somethin you don’t know about hoe, yo shit can’t cook close
You too shook to look at what you’ve hooked into from the crook’s moat
Bitch, don’t you have enough stitch scars from your last fight?
In contrast I ignite and sitmulate mental states of the masses sight (mentally stimulate readers)
Fake alias cat... with those gay ass alien raps
Out of world bull shit, threatening to pull shit, wit out the gats
Come on duke, you wouldn’t shoot someone raping your sister
You’d swing but hit her, then get yo ass poked witout lotion, like a prisoner
And you 28 years old, come’in at me, six teen, with such ignorance
Of simple facts, bitch I dare you spit back, at the son with the iller sense
I’m a lyrical killer bitch, my lines is bullets extending tension wit extra percision
I don’t care if u clean and mentally challenged, i’m shittin on your next descison
Talkin bout I can’t diss, well ok if you thirsty don’t ask for my piss again (dont ask me to write 4u)
I might send you some shity spits, from the deepest of the simplest pits (give u some wack raps)
Hold up let met check the ravens browns game, beat them bitches fifteen to fourteen
But I’ma beat you six teen to no-thing, me against your crew? I shit things on those poor schemes
This is import-ing, I’m expos-ing, your weak lyrics, are you having a mid life crisis?
Twenty eight year old virgin, but married just don’t get none, send me yo wife’s prices
Cuz I know she hoes on the side, I’m trying to make her my hood bitch
I’m had her and took her many times, and my clients say “yo she sucks good dick”
Once I get that bitch from you, proly think you can move back in wit ya moms right?
But the real truth has escaped you, she’s been my hoe since her year 69 prom night
Thinkin yo rhymes tight, shit maybe I will release three pages of rage on you
That noise is me paging you, look through you window, I got the gage in ya view
Inferred at ya head, after one long ass mushy but forceful line, your ego’s dead
Bitch ass thinkin he was finnaly get some pussy, go see yo rhyme doctor instead
Fuck up yo life in one verse like maurice clarett,
You a lame bra, you wear turtle neck fleeces I bet
You don’t even respect your residence, just check the evidence (look at ur posts, no city)
But I’m quick to represent without hesitants, lines is heaven but mostly hell sent
Versus
(Scared to battle once's verse)
Wannabe president really a dead man I didn't know your mother posted up
cause she's the hoe that loves to dick blow
My whole crew ran through her like snow
You sat back and watched like it was a show
You was hiding in the closet on the D-Low
Your eyes watery like taking hits of hydro
Dead president's mom a 2 dollar hoe
She is dicksucking pro
As in proffesional dead president is a male stripper only wearing one slipper
He's well-known dick licker
Cincinnatti shit kicker
Dead President lives on a farm where he hides from the killa bee swarm
There his pussy stays warm
He was warned so many times before his pussy got torn
Dicks in him like horns
Dead President has more than one asshole with sores
He couldn't find a dildo so he started playing with swords
He is associated with all male whores
Inside his mouth cum pours
Then he spits it back out trying to write rhymes like shoe shines
His mouth got fucked so many times
You'd think he'd keep it shut
But not Dead president cause he's a male slut
Pussy fuck
He plays with everybody's rubber duck
His own mother looks at him and says yuck
She doesn't know how she had him with his lights so dim
And his fagat ass frequently kicked by tims
Dead President's been sucking dick since he was ten for japanese yen
Dead president is cincinnatti's well-known fagat resident
It's evident that he so irrelevant
On Wu Corp with those rhymes he attempts to invent
His mother should of had an abortion to prevent
Dead President has about 6,000 fathers plus his mother never had any daughters
He heard I was going after him so he ran to foreign waters
Speaking of protection his mother half dyke with an errection
You can always find her in the porno section
Dead President's mom is the biggest whore at everybody's door
Travelled over seas during her porno tour
All around the world she's a whore sucking dick to the core
Dead President knows the score
Hollar if you want more
Or your fagat ass can play it smart and ignore
Your rhymes are a bore and put people to sleep so they start to snore
You don't write rhymes only bed-time stories you fagat fucking whore
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
"Dead President has about 6,000 fathers plus his mother never had any daughters "
Lame line, what the fuck, this the first time i read yo verse and this shit is what it is, shity. ITs full of lame ass lines. Lame.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
The abbreviations to his name are D.P.
As in Double Penetration he loves the sensation
All around the nation
In Cincinnatti's general hosptial he's a frequent rape patient
Everybody fucks Dead President whether black or caucasion
In the east by plenty asian
In his mouth and asshole they leave skin abraisions
And many of invasions
D.P. is who he be cause he can't count to three
With dicks down his holes people ski
He tried to cop a plee cumm washed him down like the sea
(That's D.P. Cumm washed em' down like the sea)
P.S: This is nothing just a short verse to pull up D.P.'s skirt.
And get his fagat ass excited.
You tried to diss sooo hard on that verse but the shit had no scheme and no skills shown at all. You used all played out rhyming words. Proabaly the first words that popped in your mind.
Your rhymes are a bore and put people to sleep so they start to snore
You don't write rhymes only bed-time stories you fagat fucking whore
So simple, are you sure you 28, its hard to believe. Did you just start rhyming a weak ago?
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Umm your rhymes are a bore, ummm they put people to sleep, ummm so they snore. Yeah thats a ill line, oooooo shit. Yeah i'm a killa.
^^^
Thats battle 1 when he though about his closer.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee's a Hoooooooooooooooooooooooo, ho
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Here's some more shit to get at D.P.'s fagat ass since he's in the mood to play.
Dead President is a gay lord who mastered playing with dicks like a sword
That's how he was able to buy his first Ford
Though college I doubt he can afford
Besides his grades so far away from A's he wouldn't make the cut like spades
He had a sex change like making trades
Plus on top off that I he heard he has aids
Cause in his ass they constantly made raids
Dead President was last seen dancing at gay parades
That's about the only thing he's been doing for decades
He became a fagat prostitute to stay paid
He is the lowest card out of the deck and his life is a wreck
Once during one of his games another player broke his neck
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