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haha sorry none of you are OG enough to join |
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ot's self-proclaimed rap god has returned once again to dish out the hot rhymez |
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i let that can spray like febreze
i let that mag strip like a tease |
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SlydexiaJoin Date: 2010-08-10
Post Count: 98517 |
I swear, I ALWAYS read the word 'rap' wrong. |
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WE GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT
WE GIVE YOU WHAT YOU LIKE
SAY WE'RE ALL RIGHT
DUB PISTOL
OFFICIAL CHEMICAL
VISUAL MISSILE
OFFICIAL CHEMICAL
VISUAL MISSILE
PEACE |
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jeez i wish cool people like linkrocker1 were still around to accept my challenges
y'all a bunch of softies now |
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RAP RAP RAPPITY RAP
LET'S GO FOO
In the words of Archimedes, give me a long enough lever and a place to rest it.. or I shall kill 1 hostage every hour. |
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me and link used to run this block... we were the big boys in charge, and what we said went
and now its turned to this |
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OP IS LOSER
NOOBY NOOBY NOOBER
OK |
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streets you either face me in rhyme or you'll be facin some crime, nah mean |
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if you can't take the heat suck my meat XDDDD |
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give me a non rhyming sentence or a word and i will write a short rap about it
"also, come back when i care." -Madam Noobsly the Third |
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WHOA WHOA otjuice whose thread do u think this is
scram |
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wait
are you calling me kewl enough to join the rapping krew?
"also, come back when i care." -Madam Noobsly the Third |
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You'll never be as good as the legendary Swagamanna and his trusty sidekick tha lobsta |
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"You'll never be as good as the legendary Swagamanna and his trusty sidekick tha lobsta"
i'll take em both on right here right now |
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You don't wanna do this dog I got bars fit for the stars |
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"You don't wanna do this dog I got bars fit for the stars"
my whole style's off the top man, don't be silly
you can't write for crap and we aint never see you free, willy |
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Rely on the boys in blue to find p0t at yo skewl
you know your on the side of the law, when the drug dawg gives you the paw
p3ace OT |
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K0D3xJoin Date: 2014-07-02
Post Count: 39 |
Op is a Oh wait we cant say that here |
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9991, what are you, a misdialed emergency call? Your rhymes are fresh, like a breath of air, but I'm gonna pop you like a little kids ball. They call you slayer, you must be a real player. But what do you slay, bales of hay? You must be some country stick trying to make some kind of name, but you stay of off my turf, or I'll leave you to my pig's pick. |
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