siic
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Post by siic on Mar 14, 2006 22:32:43 GMT -5
fuck that ima bruise the tubes up, u takin it in the ass hope u didnt use up the lube up,
ima hit you wit somethin u aint even feel yet, the wrath you wack, listen to a real vet...
ima rip ya team and im more a loner, i hope ya sister checked the box organ donor,
no rhymes left? u missin a tongue? thats just a start, u gon be missin a lung,
fuck ounces im pitchin in tons, you know you love how im kickin' it son..
beatin me u got some real dreams, these aint bars they steal beams...
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Post by vigorous on Mar 14, 2006 22:38:20 GMT -5
so now you da t.o. of rap dont need no team to go and write//
bitch you aint no loner you a stoner that noone like//
and i could go back and forth all night but its gettin boring//
my head hitin da keyboard snoring and my opponents annoying//
so go head keep writin ya shit cuz you dfa only one likin ya spits//
battle me? you aint thrwowin no punches you fight like a bitch!//
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siic
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Post by siic on Mar 14, 2006 22:49:38 GMT -5
if im t.o. you like mike piazza, and im mad dissapointed,like ya fatha,
you homo rapper, and i aint talkin bout baseball i know your the catcher,
you aint gon be able to shake this welt off, i definitly dont want you to take ya belt off..
so while you at home chockin on cock, ima be chillin'...smokin my pot,
if i fight like bitch then u gon see, what it feels like ta get hit by laila ali,
i know for a fact i can take this chump, i hope ya bitch ass can take a punch...
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hazerd
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Post by hazerd on Mar 15, 2006 0:33:54 GMT -5
only thing siic bout ya rhymes is u sick in tha head when i rip u up now plz don't bitch in tha thread
cos ya skin colour soon switchin to red proceed to pull that ak rip a clip n he's dead
ya rhymes was in jeapordy from tha second u dropped my flames meltin ya ice cos my methods is hot
u talkin like u step wit tha glock but aint hustled a day in ya life annihilate this faker bare cos my weapon's tha block
been there done that time for ya emcee induction i'm schoolin this clown wit this temptin percussion
left him sent when i'm bustin i'm downin this cat quick cos i'm sick of empty disscussion
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siic
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Post by siic on Mar 15, 2006 13:42:07 GMT -5
this bitch ass talkin bout rippin a clip, spittin ta siic? go home junior, keep lickin the dick...
u dropped ya flames on? you dropped that lame song, spell check bitch, you spelled ya name wrong...
you got no belt, no props, no ak's no glocks, definitly no block, no balls no cock, but you think ya so hot, HOE STOP!
you so hard, schoolin this clown, pullin' ya pound, go back to school and quit foolin around...
think u got somethin i aint heard? you fuckin herb, go home bitch! or is you stuck on third?
cause thats all you playin is games, comin at siic ya claim ta fame? you gon get maimed, stop playin around is u fuckin insane?
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Post by notes on Mar 15, 2006 18:57:21 GMT -5
insane would be enterin my name in that sentence...
i'm out my brain an depraved in the same sense
determined to take shit like my verses makin rape kits
i do'nt fuck wit germs an no play for a plague of aids in Gays SiiCKness...
Seriously Idiot, Imbucell, [jockin]..Cock Katcher in the ass end
i spell it out for you, then left you in the in pastense
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Post by Konkeror on Mar 15, 2006 23:14:00 GMT -5
Ok, all ya'll suck compared to me: I have plenty of blessinz/
Ya'll online thugz...while i make da net work like business connectionz/
I've been-wit-da-best-and ya'll aint it, I'll defeat ya'll easily/
Needlessly to say "Im da Shit" ya'll niggaz are jus a piece of me/
lol...only 4 ya'll
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siic
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Post by siic on Mar 16, 2006 0:47:33 GMT -5
ill give ya girl a piece of me, put my dick in her back "lets go peacefully/
I can see ya wit dat frown, but grown folks are talkin', so sit back down/
bitch im kickin spits, i can sit back now, its siic wit ya chick, puttin tha dick back down/
my eyes are closin', you guys are posin', im turnin' on the oven my fries are frozen/
heat up my food, while i beat up this dude, the limits 25, if u speed up your rude/
im crawlin' in tha grass bitin' a cricket, a cops behind me writin' a ticket/
CHIRP NIGGA!
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Post by notes on Mar 16, 2006 19:36:56 GMT -5
i aint need to name a bitch..but if he changed his name to syphillis
.it'd be Seein a VET with a better respectable claim to siickness...
I spit on you, haulk rip it from haletosious n shit on you,
i'm riddin you, it's pitiful, fuck it! your right....I"m gettin "SIICK" of you...
i move past through fast on point like where needles an records clash
but i bet ya next rap, will lend me a helpin hand to leave ya neck snapped..lol
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hazerd
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Post by hazerd on Mar 17, 2006 0:15:38 GMT -5
only way yall get props is when ya workin on set
ya worthless at best this clown should give his circus a rest
i'll murk him to death when i flow wit elevated scriptures
u couldn't make magic as artists if ya was levitatin pictures
ya findin it hard to inhale like hurricanes feel tha wind's gale
ya still a virgin cos bitches aint goin near somethin tha size of pins stale
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Post by vigorous on Mar 17, 2006 10:04:33 GMT -5
what da fucks a pins stale? this cats blows more than a wind sail//
we all know you win frail watch em crumble cuz he been stale//
i got da belt for a reason make you melt while you freezin//
my shits felt cuz im leavin as im breathin stealth and you wheezin//
whose a virgin son im stickin ya bitch cuz she like da way im rippin these spits//
she puts her lips to my dick as im lickin her tits then kisses you so you licin my dick//
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Post by Pay Jay on Mar 17, 2006 11:02:20 GMT -5
You know it's me got the mo' and fuckin' ALL your hos//
Show might have given you the belt, why? God only knows//
Haha you spittin' real shit? How? when you got slayed in the mix by Siic talking about dicks//
When they all lookin for your prick to lick, I'll be sayin your rhymes are worn out, like Notes' kicks//
And Vigorous? That's plagiarist, what is wit that useless falseness?//
You ain't shit but horrendous, while my rhymes remain treacherous//
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Post by vigorous on Mar 18, 2006 8:23:29 GMT -5
oh no da lightweight weight champ tryna get his weight up//
but wait didnt you lose first round? that kinda makes u a hata//
he gettin at me in da cypher cuz he'll neva get a shot at my belt//
ya little slaps cant beat my punches therefore ya shit aint felt//
and this aint beef dogg im just havin a good time wit it//
you couldnt kick somethin nice if you was shoe shine critic//
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Post by Pay Jay on Mar 18, 2006 9:31:05 GMT -5
S'all love get back at me, but you expect G to be embarrased... I got K.O.ed by the lyrical version of Ali//
Yeah I didn't get through, but even if I did how am I supposed to compete, when you 22?//
But you ain't gonna be talkin so much shit when that title gets taken away//
After that you'll have nothin to say, your lyrics will be locked down like Guantanamo Bay//
First round didn't surprize me, wait til the final and see Konk stomp you to the ground//
You only will be in the final task because you got a bye to the last round//
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Post by Konkeror on Mar 20, 2006 21:00:29 GMT -5
Konkeror-nigga, I still be droppin-ya'll niggaz/
who couldnt "become like me" wit a copier-nigga/
So for all ya'll haterz b4 me fuck wut u might think/
Cuz ya'll punchez werent felt like a lightly spiked-drink/
So Jay and Vig Ima make sure dat ya'll handz-rip/
Off ur body, take ur beltz and make sure ya'll pantz-fit/
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