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Rollinbowlz

Rollinbowlz

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This ryme is like swine flu its all in your head, if you believe it to be the truth it manifests and then spreads, so believe that this is the sickest shit that you've seen, cause you've been blessed by this spitkicking hip hop elohim, bitches fucking fiend for these styles that i rock, and i pack so much metal you'd think i was a robot , im a threat you cant stop so all you whack frontin rappers be warned, or you'll be rockin your ten chains and g-unit sneakers in a box at the morgue, you got no skillz all you do on tracks is just yell,while i fight to be the illest entering battles in hell, it aint hard to tell you and your whole crew are fake, I dont hate you just the music that you make!
 
a sick bastard attacking you whack, rappers for making hip hop sound like crap,im snatching it back,murdering you fake fucks on any track,im sick of fake hustlerz tryng to rap,all you are is an act and most of your fans are kids, you selling a million records only proves that a million people dont know what real hip hop is,and it must be the bottles your popping that got you claiming to be the best,but you could'nt even pay me to be fuckin impressed, keep acting like your on some street shit fake ass studio G , how long can you hide from those your pretending to be,before your sittin side wayz next to your wife and your kid , in a pimped out barrel with a concrete lid, bitch!
 
sometimes i really wish that i was fucking deaf,cause you whack rappers are garbage i wish you would all bleed to death,talking about gunz and selling crack with 20 thousand in your pocket, frontin trying to hold a mic and can't even fuckin rock it,and you got all these kids believing the hype,but i know your faker then the other whack rappers you bite,Im a monster at night,looking for whack rappers to fight,on the mic I check one two and blast like a fucking dynamite, ripping apart toy rappers , fake emceez and bad actors, that run around frontin like some hardcore gangsters, please! you aint no thug, you aint no crip or blood, you dont rock mics ,bust shots or sell drugs, your just a fraud caught following a dying trend,thats right whack rapper commercial rap is coming to an end, no more ghostwriters no more playing pretend,no more talk about fake ice,chronic and hen,no more talk about the haters that are your myspace friend,no more talk about the same club you went to again,your the disease whack rapper and now the cure is back, with double doses of the medicine to show you where its really at.
 
these candy wrappers get pealed off with steal shots
of dread
they're sinking to the bottom; more fill than cement
check the till and the rent
its empty
and that bottle of dom just consumed the last penny
so send me a cd of you singing for tv
and maybe some crackers cause that ish is plain cheesy
no feed me
what to think about culture
I dub these whack rappers, "teeny bop vultures"
 
Any thing pop off believe I could handle it
Any wack rapper, i'm burnin em slow like a candlestick
aint nuttin to a man who spit, got tracks, call me limetunes
yeah ya shit's coo, but I'm sicka den da swine flu
homie am I the sickest out?, I believe it's evident
take 43 from fakes that turned pop, leave em wit 7 cent
so go ahead try an be meaner, get ya muscle up
or hit up 90210 and get yaself a tummy tuck
cuz damn you a ugly duck, get fired like donald trump
fuck wack I'm the shit and I aint flushin this dump
 
Your the only one thats wack why are you trippen, As a matter of fact all your shit was written, how you gonna battle emcees you cant even beat your addiction, all my shit is fact, your shit is fiction, you aint got no skillz, Your just a contradiction, Why you on a mission trying to battle on the internet, you aint got no soul, your just a bitch better yet, I can beat you drunk on a 5th, Im tha real thing, Your just a myth.
 
let this man get caught in mexico like the swine flu
aint nobody trippin, you better learn how ta tie-ya shoe
myths here to there, like you lookin ta catch an L
let em keep talkin, turn up missin like mista chappelle
that's dave by the way, and for ya information
11th post and i'm already answerin ya instigation
i'm sick of hatin, no patience, sick of waitin on kids
squeeze three 9's for your death like Walter Payton bitch
with the internet beef, dont bother...I gone greasy
I'm a man-on-fire, denzel with the pen-cell...John Creasy
 
when they see me up in traffic they be like CB on some other shit
Send them other people running straight back to the dealership
Me I drive a space ship; that's right I work for NASA.

I can't think of any more rhymes right now, creative juice gone.
 
NASA no you just in outer space, my rhymes make you vanish witout a trace, I be spittin um fast pace, like they was laced with mase, burning ya eyes, slappin ya mouth losing your taste, You cant hang cause I be tha illest, Captain ballz will TryNeThing1nce, Hes homo cant ya feel this.

Till next time you dont have a clue, you beter bring ya best, cause your rhymes are Do Do.
 
your last post was garbage, the ball you fumbled it
you should go laywer up and try ta rebuttle it
this aint no butta shit, cut you like a was a snitch
leave you wit yo cuzzin it, now the forum's buzzin bitch
bout ta get ya feelings hurt, cant ya see they mad at ya?
vanish without a trace? son , I'll go Anthony LaPaglia
stupid, only time u spit...suttin that burns
mase busted in ya mouth when you an puff was takin turns
makin threats you cant come by
stupid you is dumb high
cheap faggot, no gas in the car...so he do a run by
 
Im from tha Ghetto bitch you just from the burbs,
why you talking gangsta shit,
Man you just a nerd,
You aint never shot nobody, man get off that beer,
This dude lives out in tha country, and he aint even shot a deer,
This dudes already been killed, by these words that Im spitten,
Take this pen and pad, come back tha next time with some shit thats written,
Man im out this bitch, TryNeThing1nce aint got no clue,
I looked this bitch up on google, Man hes into dudes..ewwwwww!!!

Peace
 
there is something missing
something your saying aint translating
its like your mouth is masturbating
your just a puff of smoke
a walking joke
i ignite you with just one toke
i aint no normal bloke so just listen
how im spitten
i put the lyrical shank on ya
put a blank face on ya
leave you off on the curb
like i do a spent bird
 
before I even spit I first summon the beast,I spit the evil shit that makes wish you were deceased,cause theres no mercy here no love and no peace,get brutally attacked untill your face leaks,gauge your eyeballs and skull fuck you for weeks,and theres no escaping from these demonic techniques,I spit pure terror over hardcore beats,and the pain wont stop untill your soul depletes,and gets sacraficed to the serpent god of the streets.
 
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