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    Someone want a battle?

    Anyone wanna take me on and spite me?
    My words are flammable just need a spark to ignite me.
    Must be someone out there who thinks my co*ky words will return and bite me?
    Someone who wants to fight me?
    Unlikely!
    My rhymes are tight, bright and slick,
    Yours will be shi*te, slight and thick
    “Is this white boy taking the mick!?”
    Na uh - the mike is open to the public.

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    pff i cba

    hope you've just had a sh!tty ass day, because those lines look like skidmarks/
    but in truth, i know im wasting verses, battling these retards//
    Ro_Jo, you're homo, only time you deal with hard bars/
    is if you're sucking d!ck, or bent over exposing your @rse//
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    Heroin in the veins and shotgun flames /
    Don't need either to turn him into Kurt Cobain //
    So stop this Game or see my 50th sense son /
    Drop this Young Buck like Bambi's mum //

    Ro_Jo, up your game so I can...safe!

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    Hmm I don't know who to slip up and RIP UP first, mr skull man or the guy with semen thirst.
    I feel like I' gna burst so why not just merge them? They clearly p#ssy ass virgins; Vergin' on being disintegrated like ants in detergent/
    Skidmarks? Bet you know all about those - You've never been able to re-wear and care for clothes, A little brown stain trickling down south - looks like sh#t comes out your ass AS WELL AS YOUR MOUTH. Bane now its your turn in this cycle - you talk about Kurt Cobain but we all know you prefer George Michael. How you gonna tell the fam? You left your ass open to him and - WHAM. Unlike kd0t its not just sh#t you SPEW - looks like its semen TOO! Maybe we can make amends to this muddle - those two can get together and cuddle and huddle in shame that binds them - the only hard bars they'll find are when they're BEHIND THEM. But at least they'll be where they're happy so theres some hope at worst - the only thing between them is who can DROP THE SOAP FIRST. Now kd0t I know you meant only fun, but unlike you the only time Im bent is when I'm EATING OUT YOUR MUM. How does it feel to know I F#CKED your mother? BTW we need a chat.. about your LITTLE BROTHER. Have you never wondered or hypothesised - why hes got your mothers hair BUT HES GOT MY EYES.
    Last edited by Ro_Jo; 31-10-2012 at 02:37 PM.

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    i will reply in a bit but format your bars, hard to read like that...... its like you are writing a story. pff kids.

    edit fixed that mess:

    Hmm I don't know who to slip up and RIP UP first,
    mr skull man or the guy with semen thirst.
    I feel like I' gna burst so why not just merge them?
    They clearly p#ssy ass virgins;
    Vergin' on being disintegrated like ants in detergent/
    Skidmarks? Bet you know all about those -
    You've never been able to re-wear and care for clothes,
    A little brown stain trickling down south -
    looks like sh#t comes out your ass AS WELL AS YOUR MOUTH.

    Bane now its your turn in this cycle -
    you talk about Kurt Cobain but we all know you prefer George Michael.
    How you gonna tell the fam?
    You left your ass open to him and - WHAM.
    Unlike kd0t its not just sh#t you SPEW -
    looks like its semen TOO!
    Maybe we can make amends to this muddle -
    those two can get together and cuddle and huddle in shame that binds them -
    the only hard bars they'll find are when they're BEHIND THEM.
    But at least they'll be where they're happy so theres some hope at worst -
    the only thing between them is who can DROP THE SOAP FIRST.
    Now kd0t I know you meant only fun,
    but unlike you the only time Im bent is when I'm EATING OUT YOUR MUM.
    How does it feel to know I F#CKED your mother?
    BTW we need a chat.. about your step BROTHER.
    Have you never wondered or hypothesised -
    why hes got your mothers hair BUT HES GOT MY EYES.
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    Do I look like a belt? I could never be held up by the waste/
    You're pure disgrace, Mr Muscle verses, they will never carry weight//
    You could never be my youth, your mum, I only bust in her face/
    So those night kisses, your still getting, let you know how the best taste//

    I drop verses named Wednesday, they're used to split the weak/
    like the cursor that split your bullsh!t, now its easy to see you're meek//
    You should have waited before twitter tweeting exposing the beef/
    Cos I'm a beast and like penny sweets, I'm way out of your reach/
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    You’re thick and unwanted like cold custard
    Your words aren’t sharp - they don’t cut the mustard
    You ain't no belt cos you don't NEED one.
    I’ll make you see “hun”
    You can wear pretty dresses with flowers
    Because in our “relationship” I got the powers - I wear the TROUSERS
    I'm like SADDAM cos I d'ck-tate
    You Elton John cos you d'ck-TAKE, and quake and shake all night long
    Worried my next rap might be YOUR SONG
    Your New York and my words are KING KONG

    When you die there will be no PAIN or BEREAVEMENT
    That Mr Muscle's useful take the STAIN from the pavement
    Where your blood floods - you got complacent.
    Now you just sit back and watch me in AMAZEMENT
    If you were a day of the week you'd be Monday - cos you MUNDANE
    All your sh'ts is the same.
    But I'm not one to blame or shame
    You're a beginner fighting a winner
    If this was football you be SAN MARINO and I be SPAIN
    Your mum was so dirty it made marvel
    I asked her to swallow but not to GARGLE
    She was into sick and kinky stuff
    Still got the marks from the whip and HAND CUFFS
    I can rip you up and kill you with no remorse
    If you’re a beast you’re a cow – you were the main course
    You shouldn’t have referenced raps to BEEF son
    Cos your words are RAW and mine are WELL DONE

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    Why would I give a f*ck about Rory? he's like a caution to felons/
    And I've spent my life behind bars, ever since I was a youth, murdering sessions//
    I'm so sick of spitting I'm just, hawking and phlegming/
    But still, verses intelligence authored, like Hawking and Fleming//

    This kid thinks we're battling, I've been fighting boredom since the start/
    Could spend my life waiting for him to drop hot sh!t, he's still straining to fart//
    His spit tried to hit the target, but dirty weekend's the only time it hits a Mark/
    That's why you remind me of boydem, you're always coming after dope like a Narc//
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    I had to drop in on this session 'cause your bars are sh*t
    I'm not sure if you are serious or part of a skit
    I can assure you this site has talent but this thread aint it
    So let me drop a few verses so you can learn a bit

    Verse one. Are you mandem seriously dumb? See
    some of your lines don't flow and your lyrics are clumsy
    Your vocabulary is limited, your bars are basic
    People as sh*t as you can never make it

    Verse two. Even a chick can spit better than you.
    I wrote this in two minutes and made you look like a fool.
    You don't have to be aggressive to write a solid piece
    So drop the attitude and say something useful please

    Verse three. Im'a be. Ima' be. Im'a Im'a Im'a be.
    Fresher than the next guy spittin' like a wannabe.
    Bars so intelligent, got him runnin' like a runner bean.
    Flow so hot they're all wearing protective summer cream.

    Verse four. That's right b*tch, I've still got more.
    I make it thunder. You can call me Thor.
    Pass me a mic and I'm a weapon of destruction
    I was born with this talent, I didn't need an induction
    Icey

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    5 verses and not one decent bar...SMH

    I'll start by saying, if thats a picture of you in your sig, then I might hit
    But saying your bars are intelligent? Well thats a f*ckin lie b*tch

    My crack laced bars make you drop your panties, you wanna sample my product
    Penetrate you with the microphone, but my rap elocution would be more like 'you got proper-f*cked'

    B*tch don't try and speak while my unborns swim on your tongue, it's rude when your mouth full
    I said I might hit if you fine, but going down on you? Well that's f*ckin doubtful

    Like it or not, no lube, f*ck you raw, this man'll never pause
    I keep beatin' n beatin' till the blood stops runnin', like menopause

    I apologise, your a woman, i've called you b*tch, but I never called you a hoe
    Problem is, when I say I'm on one, I can't relate to your menstral flow...

    Fall back boo...this ain't for you

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    $$$$$ $$$$$ no one does it like me, im from a small town in the uk call me david and galieth you aint $$$$ quit messin boy i kill you like i kill terorists, your a communist im a jewish hebrew neck go down on the mic so sick you seein scars on your face and remember it was me doin that deep $$$$ on the mic, no gimmick no cheques please im a star on the square you made debut albums singles i started killin mofos since 10. i was the kid raised from the hell fire spittin and chewin the bible cos im satans child i invested in sony music and $$$$ im tourin im ownin you spit crack i spit fire and burn the bullet escargo oui? francais, haha.

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    $$$$ sista you a devil worshipper ill toss you in the furnace cos im adolf hitler, $$$$ you aint my man dem you a hoe for them,
    think your bad on these lyrasist ryhmes its about to time you hit your peak so sling your folk some vodka before i get on my nees and smack you sister, your a mother$$$$er you spit egg yolks nah just messin who the $$$$ asked you, my crew love that thangs i pop them bottles and you like my after taste , you could carry on sweating in the bed giving head cos thats all you got your weak pathetic ass needs a spank,
    you aint seen my shank from the west ends im a catwomen i sleigh dragons, make you gas out urine in your tank, make your arm pits stink like your mum, shave that $$$$$ already you let down. your ass has no potatoes no worth it , no loreal paris look i can do this $$$$ in my sleep yo , allow me to translate in another lingo, puta espanol si miss understood this $$$$$?

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    Quote Originally Posted by LJT View Post
    5 verses and not one decent bar...SMH

    I'll start by saying, if thats a picture of you in your sig, then I might hit
    But saying your bars are intelligent? Well thats a f*ckin lie b*tch

    My crack laced bars make you drop your panties, you wanna sample my product
    Penetrate you with the microphone, but my rap elocution would be more like 'you got proper-f*cked'

    B*tch don't try and speak while my unborns swim on your tongue, it's rude when your mouth full
    I said I might hit if you fine, but going down on you? Well that's f*ckin doubtful

    Like it or not, no lube, f*ck you raw, this man'll never pause
    I keep beatin' n beatin' till the blood stops runnin', like menopause

    I apologise, your a woman, i've called you b*tch, but I never called you a hoe
    Problem is, when I say I'm on one, I can't relate to your menstral flow...

    Fall back boo...this ain't for you

    Your bars are so terrible, I don't know where to begin,
    Every time you open your mouth it's a sin.
    You need to snap out of this daze that you're in,
    You're the one who needs to fall back you f*cking jinn.

    Stop with the sex references, where's your versatility?
    Or are you a one hit wonder with no real rapping ability.
    You think you're epic, that's not even a possibility.
    You're about as epic as The Cutting Edge trilogy.

    Even if you wanted to hit it, you wouldn't be able to,
    You've got just about as much charm as Sabre Tooth,
    I wouldn't f*ck you if you were the last man on earth,
    I'd rather go through a whole week of childbirth.

    Ok, my bars aren't intelligent...but yours are?
    You insult me as a woman and call it a par,
    Your strikes were so weak, there's no hint of a scar,
    So why don't you shut the f*ck up like the pr*ck that you are.
    Icey

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    How you yapping about versatility when every bar you just spat the same?
    I slap this dame, catch this reign, terror games I play, melt your Icey name

    B*tch I might be, Spike Lee, I got Jungle Fever, add that to my sexual references
    I might kick in your back door, if theres no admittance to your front entrances...

    Enough of this slick talk, I let the beam stalk, keep the red dot on the back of you
    I don't do physical violence to a woman, mentally scar you, that's how I par you

    You think you can go bar for bar with me? Shot after shot, I let them bodies drop
    Every bar a punchline, look, NO HANDS!, Put you to sleep early n f*ck up your whole body clock

  15. #15
    I'm getting real tired of your sh*t so get the f*ck off my case,
    Once I'm done you'll be traumatized, shaking like bass,
    You feel confident but I'm gonna wipe that smile off your face,
    The impact of my bars so hard leaves your back in a brace,
    A waste of space like you needs to be erased with a backspace,
    Left on a bookcase to collect dust with a cover that's defaced.
    We're in space. You’re a comet heading down; I’m a star.
    You're a prisoner of this battle; I'll leave you behind my bars.
    Step off the battleground; you're as useless as your ammo,
    And by ammo I mean your bars, you ain't no f*cking rambo.
    I’ll make you cry so hard, leave your eyes red. Chloride.
    'Cause I'm a motherf*cking bresh of fresh air. Fluoride.
    Just 'cause I'm a chick, doesn't mean I'll step aside,
    I'm a lyrical miracle, but you? Well…you tried.
    Icey

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    Bresh....OK bish!

    Just a quick feed for you, A star eventually burns out, comets landin' can do damage
    So unless your fame is coming soon, I'm destroying your chances early, b*tch am savage

    Beggin' me to get off your case, disgrace to an open call out, show you what am about
    I bring dark clounds to your sunny days, acid rain burns away at your frame, nuclear fall out for days

    Give a f*ck what you claim to be able to do, it's all lies little girl, not a single word you say is true
    Mouthwash battery acid, spit game melts lames, pi$$ your panties leave puddles, melt Icy into a puddle of water, clear blue

    Pregnancy test, clear view, you swallowed my unborns n the rest fertilised
    My seed grows, like possessions, I destroy souls like the devile inside, I reside where your internal organs lie

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