On December 26 2013 07:21 Djagulingu wrote: Aye yo Kefka stop acting like a hustler You're just a kiddo relying on a ghost writer Using someone else's lyrics, thinking you're a hot shit With no external aid, You'll go down in a single hit Rapping requires skills that you just fucking lack You sound like shit and your rhymes are whack You lack the brains to write a single letter Back the fuck up dude even Lil Wayne is better Stop exposing your presence and let someone else run the show Take your beer back, go back and just lay low I don't even know why you came up in the first place You can't get words together and you got a shitty flow Just like John Cena dissin on Jay and Fabulous You look like an attention whore, like the Kardashians You should thank god that cops don't see your bars Because that's the reason why you're not behind the bars You're nerd with a keyboard and an e-peen which is limpin You should stop bitchin because i'm pimpin Like Jay says: H to the izzo, V to the isa When I start rappin, your pants get jizzy
okay pal you made a diss attempt boldly, but now I'm kinda sick of being insulted by poultry. Villain never claim or seek heat,but every now and than he do like a good hunk off meat. mmm..beef.Someone tell the chief he'll be busy today lighting this one like kief. He be mocking you ad hoc,while necking your ale stock, a crude fella keeping the mic in a head lock. A nerd at first glace but a lyrical jock, with a ol' rusty pen and voice that chars On a mission to pack anyone that rhyme bars with bars, into a trebuchet and fling em straight to mars,or Lars, that guy love to bang on a empty skully. "Got a nice ring to it don't ya think V?" i don't know,this one kinda miss me, anywho,gettin late and kinda dully, still need to dispose of this body in a gully. So don't quote the izzo if you not ready for the scheize, and don't poke your head out if this is the best you can do, later maize.
On December 26 2013 07:21 Djagulingu wrote: Aye yo Kefka stop acting like a hustler You're just a kiddo relying on a ghost writer Using someone else's lyrics, thinking you're a hot shit With no external aid, You'll go down in a single hit Rapping requires skills that you just fucking lack You sound like shit and your rhymes are whack You lack the brains to write a single letter Back the fuck up dude even Lil Wayne is better Stop exposing your presence and let someone else run the show Take your beer back, go back and just lay low I don't even know why you came up in the first place You can't get words together and you got a shitty flow Just like John Cena dissin on Jay and Fabulous You look like an attention whore, like the Kardashians You should thank god that cops don't see your bars Because that's the reason why you're not behind the bars You're nerd with a keyboard and an e-peen which is limpin You should stop bitchin because i'm pimpin Like Jay says: H to the izzo, V to the isa When I start rappin, your pants get jizzy
okay pal you made a diss attempt boldly, but now I'm kinda sick of being insulted by poultry. Villain never claim or seek heat,but every now and than he do like a good hunk off meat. mmm..beef.Someone tell the chief he'll be busy today lighting this one like kief. He be mocking you ad hoc,while necking your ale stock, a crude fella keeping the mic in a head lock. A nerd at first glace but a lyrical jock, with a ol' rusty pen and voice that chars On a mission to pack anyone that rhyme bars with bars, into a trebuchet and fling em straight to mars,or Lars, that guy love to bang on a empty skully. "Got a nice ring to it don't ya think V?" i don't know,this one kinda miss me, anywho,gettin late and kinda dully, still need to dispose of this body in a gully. So don't quote the izzo if you not ready for the scheize, and don't poke your head out if this is the best you can do, later maize.
Dude I see you tryin to hurt me I call and raise you, let's get this shit dirty Speaking of raises, give your ghost writer one Because without his aid, you're as good as done I can fuck you up dude without even gettin serious I see you want more of me, now I mean business Do you have an idea who you're fuckin with I'm young, I'm smart and my lyrics are fuckin vicious You seem like butthurt, did I hurt your feelings Or is it my dick in your ass causing all the pain you're feeling Gotta admit it, I like this rap battling job After all, who doesn't like gettin a blowjob It could actually be better if you stop being a fag 50 cent is not your name, it's your fuckin price tag I'mma stop by your hood just to give your bitch a holler After that, she will give me a blowjob just for a single dollar She thinks about gettin a green card and moving to the Cali She will earn more there by just fucking in a back alley TheKefka is your name, you don't know shit about the rap game Prolly you're dissin me just to get fame to your name This is not a rap battle, it's a lyrical homicide Don't worry people saw what you're all about Before I stop having mercy, you should just peace out
As a degenerate I understand the relevant, with a finesse so elegant, making others irrelevant, just check my syllabus, for the beginning lyricist, you must be delirious, cuz this is serious, better than the previous, I'm in it for the bitches and the fame, you know the riches household name, like kanye west, Miley Cryus, Hulk Hogan, that home alone kid Macaulay Culkin, killing em from the inside out like a cancerous colon, all those who showed be doubt rest assured I'm approaching, coming to show you what hip hops about, word play, originality, and standing out, not following the crowd, and selling out, stay yourself at all cost, once you veer off you end up a lost cause.
One last cigarette bc I just ran out of nicorette, why'd I start we always forget, all those toxins never stop coughin, studies show you'll end up in a coffin, causing more deaths than AIDS every single puff is subtracting days, blinded by the second hand cancerous haze, destroying lung tissues at a molecular level, is just one of the issues you soon develope, when you admit to quit is when the struggle begins, but after 3 days you can start breathing again, after 2 weeks the craving deceased, your chances of getting cancer are decreased, I hope you take this message as a lesson, that life's a blessing
Just posting to get critiques. Thanks for the input.
Doin coke with a tranny Putin, givin you head rushins, Triple entendres ain't nothin when you're head crushin. I'm mount rushin, the presidents pressin the pound button on loud mutton but sounds nothin, I'm a proud glutton but ain't down for frontin. You're in my rear view I got a clear view so I tear through a scared crew with new hair dos, you're trippin with who? try some dippity do. Or dippity don't I could give a fuck less than a feminist with no breasts getting undressed while causing unrest. She needs some rest but first she grabs some crest from her empty eggs nest, ya I'm blessed with being the best. But don't get it crackin I'm eatin eggs in the back of the hatch, no need for autotune just gimme 2 12's, and a mic, I'm starting from scratch, cuz I got the itch to ditch a hot bitch covered in hot pitch, tarred and feathered her arm is severed, so stare at the wife of stepford, and step forward or get four words carved in your back like a wack crack addict attack. And black out like a block party in East Harlem let it ring all night like that party was off the hook, ya it was cracka lackin. So my mom drove me to a date with Kate in a late 80s escape but it was so slow we was late so she took Nate cuz he skates to beat breaks I thought great das auto shoulda had a V8. Cylinder batteries drillin fillins in bad cavities cavity search, they wanna feel me from the inside. But Trent Reznor is not impressed with the lesser mess on the dresser a head search turned up nothing, at least in my mind. So don't mind if I do, I will mind if you don't I need brain daily like a 10 inch zombie for me to unwind. So just imagine a cats cradle and a jewish dradle the most dreaded fable on cable when inevitably they be combined. Met a girl she was kind, said remove her jeans, so she de kleined, then like a walk off in the 9th, I took it from behind. Wined and dined this dime so its about time we climb into the sack and shoot freethrows like Shaq. Cuz I'm missin one hoop but I'm hittin another don't wanna make her a mother with my butter steerin clear with my rudder. But no double dutch I don't touch much get a rush from the clutch of another, not needin another brother so now I'm outtie away from that udder.
Your lackadaisy rap is brazen as if i'd spare smacks or sabers, ax & razors slashing aimless - thrash your face in 'til cracking pavement yap them days spent is a relaxed vacation -
couldn't rig unblemished rhyme with unfettered mind it's disheveled slime & will never shine - severed spine from neck & dine bread & wine- thanks good friend of mine for such a pleasant time -
discussing fate a few yuks at faith- your cadaver's looking great, crooked blade has me watch your wife's porch like i'm cooking steak, should fillet when I harness & match her Wookie strength -
you're shook to ghostly from alien spit & it mostly melt your cranium, mostly - I pass your best on crack & sess with a baseball batted head, back & chest a shattered mess -
pal i'm murderous foul & perfect while your worth less - my flow deluge drown ya merciless town furniture's float streets as I hop on your couch & surf it - cowabunga style superbness -
my hip hop appetite is smashed on sight from ya rapping's like seeing hermaphrodites vag & pipe cum as the hairy ass ignites diarrhea, the red apple splatter type during sex with the fattest dyke -
you have to write novels I doodle jibs that leave your noodle split into peices you get ripped - you're pseudo-sick i'm how Krueger lived to your script then I party harder than Alice Cooper did -
here's a tip just vanish, entendre these nuts, dick & cannons, you can't ever inflict this damage - I'm explosive but shit I manage - "honey! I blew up this kid!" yeah sort of like Rick Moranis -
Make way for the flyweight champion of the whole fucking world Rhyme knowledge older than the age of the Earth and the Golden Girls With a molten Moltress fireblast roast, gettin' toasted like cinnabun curls From Hostess, Lord of Hosts talking to Moses and watch the truth unfurl I'm not a competitor, I'm a predator The best like Roger Federer, the final editor I am the leopard, pistons for a heart on the whole frickin savannah No effort, weapons expert, just missed your heart like motion picture of Hanna All you cats whole tried to lay me out, try to slay me now Try to lay me down, cmon all you pussies, let me hear you say meow I'm throwing down rhymes like I'm trying to hold up a mountain I won't know when I reach sweet sixteen because I ain't even countin' Bitches thirsty, drinking whiskey getting frisky like it's your birthday Ted Kaczynski flipping his lid and blowing up a planetarium on Earth Day Cuz I'm a crazy megalomaniac with how insane I act It's a pain in the ass, got thrown into the rain by the church they'll never take me back Despite that I speak peace through my teeth when I speak till I'm deceased Heartbeat ceases and seizes up, my body lets go and my soul is released I'm already a brain-dead human talking, a functioning amnesiac Getting Z's while sleep-walking, dreaming is my only aphrodisiac I don't hold up the globe, I hold up Atlas Swinging the gavel on judgement day like Judge Mathis My attack is masses of massive lashes from a cactus in grudge matches Blood and ashes from a scaphist in the past, I trudge past it Now I make my own fate, but the stars don't align for me When I throw opinion punches, better duck cuz it's the end of the dynasty Cuz I align the stars, not trapped by rap, but I'm behind the bars You heard the sick rhymes, I see the zodiac 36 times in one day like time on Mars The whole rap game is fucked up, so I wanna burn it with arson Cuz the corporate game filling it with shit to turn a profit margin That's how you can get a bargain while people in Africa starvin' You can't outsmart 'em, cuz you're out in the cold while they got private parkin' Look at the ingredients on the milk carton, you can't grow that shit in a garden So if I'm better than Lil Wayne, that's not a compliment, it's an insult to put it mild It's like being better at fighting than a child, they haven't put in the extra mile in awhile, it's wild I warp English, master linguist twister, my inner dictionary infinite, that's why how I spit a verse is different Can't be diminished, extinguished cuz I'm distinguished, but on the scope of the universe insignificant But still rip it till I'm skinless, speak on all the shit in this business, so I'm cursed and belligerent My beliefs can't be relinquished, that's why I pray first for love, mercy and deliverance My opponents aren't getting it, they're idiots and barely literate, about to be burned with molten metal and hate So hellish the fate, they're yelling escape, white eyes when these guys are brutalized by tentacle rape Take a fork and don't respect the steak, just rip it with so much torque your neck will break Just watch every single step you take, and try not to die climbing the electric gate If you do, just break out of hell and make your next escape Don't hesitate to flex a rake at those who message hate I wouldn't investigate the WBC, but the NSA if this were my protectorate Cut the neck of the gerrymander in this carousel sector And we're both on the same plane of thought like parallel vectors Demi-Goddess slash prophetess whose mantra is monstrous I would never consciously cut off the concept of consciousness Just to cut off and conquest evil and consequence To make all ranks of socioeconomics equal like communists They break all their promises, so view the savior as ominous Turn the commoners into warmongers against another populous Make a puppet propaganda enemy and bomb their metropolis This is synonymous with extinction I've recognized from reconnaissance Dictators and powers should be abolished like hairs from electrolysis
I killed this whole thread like a loom shortage It was time to clean house and take the broom from storage Had you running through the forest from walking corpses A bunch of dorks sprayed in orange and deported for speaking orcish Power of Horus, knocked all the satellites right out of orbits You lint-lickers, what the french toast happened to perpetual forces I broke gravity, flying up like 2008 spiking, foreclosing a mortgage Tormented by a storm of swords, the force is enormous So I had to kick the hornet's nest at the source for this to lay dormant My cornea contorting a torus while your cranium moves like a tortoise I was directed to deck this decadence for the heck of it What's left? What did you expect except for me to resurrect this shit Then dissect this shit, wreck and heckle everyone who's next in it People rushing to exit, I'm a t-rex wrecking Schenectady with eloquent excellence Nobody's flow can get next to mine, because I'm allergic and need fexodine You can barely connect a rhyme, let alone write one as complex as mine So I'm reloading the cartridge while you scared and piss on the carpets I'm mewtwo, you're a magikarp, unarmed and spit nothing but garbage I'm an arbiter and harbinger of an army of carnage Burning down Carthage, scarring the harmless and killing the family partridge Too easy, like masturbating a shake weight, Weezy six eight, well I'm taller You call yourself a baller, well grow some balls put down that blog and call her Quit sitting there like some creep, waiting for a chance like a spine crawler My design stronger with steel like Stalin, legit strat called an all-in, I'm a mind-mauler Clock a Wacka Flocka and shove him in the locka when the knocks stop like hopsin is dead hanging out with his locks and the dreads, when the world stops and the cops are all dead Admiral DuGalle with a gun cocked at his head, y'all can't sleep on me like rocks in your bed Dumb like an ox in the head, you people need to stop putting "gg" in your raps like you was dropped on your head and "no re", for no reason, no season that you ever seize the game like a legion of demons That's treason, so easy it isn't even, easel spraypaint on graffiti of Eden, you want in this evening keep dreamin I'm the meanest, so vehement, I'm chopping off your penis, while you see illusions like the machinist From the genus of a queen, I'm Nina in the arena, carriers of Katrina, the goddess of planet Venus Obscene as all get out since I was a fetus, Jesus, I have no weakness, I slice through a genius I'm nice with the meanness, open your eyes like you're sleepless, I combine rhymes devices so seamless I was sitting at the bar with Kendrick Lamar, headphones on blasting some Gwar Took like a dollar, stuck in the bartender's jar, went home drunk crashing the car Smashed through the side of a McDonald's wall like that Kool-Aid Guy Oh yeah, and I saw Kreayshawn the Queen bee and her schoolmate hive Acting all cool as she ate fries, so I started up the car again Ran over those faggots that I was targeting, so much for bad marketing So much for Bob Sagat wearing a cardigan, so much not acting partisan Grabbed her gucci bag and slapped Gucci Mane across the face with it Whack artists started rushing me from all directions like some Matrix shit Punched right through Ke$ha, cuz she was a hologram or just fake as shit Grabbed Drake by an ankle and yanked his shit and fell back in anguish bitch Took Chris Brown and beat his face black and blue, the act is through 2Chainz, I'm smacking you upside the head with a black gym shoe Mackle, Mac Miller, Meek Mills, A$AP, Weezy, and Rick Ross's ass is there too Your careers are all a fluke, and faker than Tara Babcock's plastic two boobs or claiming that she never made nudes, or claiming sc2 while playing CoD getting owned by noobs It just goes on and on like a Kaceytron-a-thon, real shit dropping on an honest john I don't mean to bash, but set fire to trash, and lash out, drop the atomic bomb Cuz let me emphasize what this exercise in sex appeal exemplifies Empty eyes, senseless lines, trying to be more popular than Lost Temple guys But I'm like Mr. DeShawn Raw, I'm not even a rapper, just an actor Just a comedian on stage hearing a mix of boos and laughter And after, passing out to a mix of booze and castor oil and get plastered And SupaHot, why did you throw a match to that Soulja Boy bastard? He hasn't an ounce of swag, just fancy rags, fake jewels and plenty of fag Plenty of Chinese lag, plenty of epic fail mine drag, plenty of rhymes that make me wanna gag Your rhymes are hot like the bubonic plague, shirt jacket hat man, come back with a keg Slam it over his head, snag the title, take the flag, make like Silva and break a leg I'm just a simple brainiac nymphomaniac, the egg in my cranium is plainly cracked That's why I'm an insane deranged maniac saying all these zany raps Watch my brain collapse, watch my arms and legs detach The world is a NHK conspiracy, it's just out to get me and opts to push me Slamming me in the head with a wrench while Bolty's crotch is gushy So I hid and in the dark ate scared, the rare deep sea octopussy Now I'm back fuckers, with vodka swooshing around my stomach while I rock a hoodie There's no attacking to me, I'm kicking out the back of your knee I'm back battling and while you're dabbling I feel like I could tackle a tree Make like Paul Bunyan, eat an onion and use the back of my axe to slap the ass of a running back JT's got sexy, I'm bringing funny back, had to hit the gunnysack now I make all these dummies laugh You hos are running like pussies when lightning strikes, but it's Thundercats, ho Hear it rumbling under you while you're wondering when I'll hit another plateau Probably it'll be an anomaly, pop a pill in me, but the possibility is plausible under Quantum probability It's like lava with volatility, silly me, gotta doubt my ability like I'm Tokyo trying to Godzilla me The hunger's still in me, nothing is filling me, it's instinct and instilled in me It's killing me when will I quit being ill and hit the ceiling of futility, probably when I reach quiet tranquillity I'm positively negative, I've got gladness and malice in my heart, and wonderland went through the looking glass To a palace of phalluses where a ballad of rabbits are cutting carrots for salads they set on fire, fail cooking class I'm the bitch on heartbreak ridge, standing on the bridge with a widget to blow up a dirigible Some get me back to the kitchen cuz I'm inches from getting stitches in a world that's digital Gettin' all political, target of ridicule, calling out names of random-ass individuals Some of them are fictional, shittin' on 'em like a pigeon though makin' em miserable I have a vision of remission cuz the dictionary is out of definitions derivable Using syllables, intricate instruments are not infinite, that they could be gone in an instant yo My power is becoming invisible, I rap like I'm invincible out of sheer principle Racing like my brain is on cocaine, maintaining hope through the darkest and rainiest and the most harmless and aimlessness, and the ballpark nuclear arms in your radius Get under your desks kids to hide from the missing missiles and miscellaneous Say goodbye to all your friends and acquaintances, you know what game this is, so say goodbye to your anuses
Igggggggggggggght nigga this is Shadow here keeping the pace/ I'd read all that but to be frank, itd be a waste You preach with Moses, talk about Horus then Swap to the Greeks/ Make up your mind because your ranting just reeks I may not be a genius but im a definite atheist/ Sticking with my faith and rapping like a beast I aint showin mercy cuz im mad that im broke/ Lost all my money i earned, selling lil wayne coke Got jumped by a motherfuckin asshole on my way home/ Chased him all the way up and back down Half Dome Beat his ass hard just like you're about to know/ I highly despise rapping with no purpose or flow You sure do have the time to waste typing quantity/ But your rhyming lacks almost all its quality I love how you brag about owning this thread/ Its like you think its something worthwhile typing letters in bed I might be a rapper but ill never gloat/ My goal is to kill and sink others boats The entire truth is that in life you're a twotiming schemer/ and on a mic you're a loud ass squeaker You mention bashing chris brown but/ whats the big deal about beating a girly ass clown? Well so here it is, this blood stained dark red/ Its probably yours I left you half dead Im kinda surprised it only took one shot, one blow/ Turns out your rappings all for show You're a nerdy ass schoolboy who can only type bullshit/ Probably cried the last time his crush saw his face and spit You got rejected dont lie/ Well i guess my post is done, ill leave you to die/ Don't even bother asking me why
Dude. Are you some kind of racist bastard. You claim your good at rapping, but i'm the fucking master. Im the chosen one, you can ask the pastor. You can try to climb to the top, but ima get there faster. See, you can't even imagine my level. I'm so deep, I split the earth and wake up the devil. You rap like tyler the creator, no one knows what your talking bout'. Cause the only thing you spit is the saliva coming out your mouth.
Shadowbringer? No, you fucking stay in the shadows. To bag hoes, and to google rap battles. Your stupid, its funny that you chose to get recked. But don't forget, I light your shadows, oh now your upset? You obviously think that you have a chance at rap. Without turning back ill drill a chair to your ball sack. My mode is not even on attack. You aint close to dope, its just that everybody else is whack.
5 min break in class, mind split caved in half, I'm this patient ass quite, waiting, and, writing tasteless raps, smiling, lazily glad, times been great in pass.
A closeted non-compromist politic froths this noxious toxic vat of shit, positive chronic pissed college kids are postured to applaud him, a not monotheistic brahman responded mocking concocting one clause donning preposterously logiced thought bliss, the politic was caught sounding lost in the cloudiest doctrines of the populace.
Dmick, you attempt to make up for your lack of lyricism/ With a poor attempt at bs'ed criticism Your rhymes are filled with unproven bravado/ Yet you openly admit you remain in my shadow When you rap its like a robotic machine/ Full of words but lacks any meaning for all to glean You can set your module to attack/ But I'll send you down with a smack I dont claim to be sick or dope/ However I'm god and you're the pope I command and you obey/ I want and you pay In my name you build the highest towers/ For me to knock down with my Almighty power Your attempts at murder are futile/ Your rapping is pitiful Half your lines don't rhyme/ To be frank, you've wasted enough of my time
I rap like I'm faking Fantasy, Chant for Me I got good luck like rabbit feet I savagely tear noobs like sandwich meat with irrational cheese, that cant be beat at last week, half past three, I passionately assasinated a samsung p, candidly, flashed my rancid teeth, grab that cash and leave happy me, went home and fapped to sleep woke up and use the laterine, craped and peed, nastily rapidly, slaped on a trashy T, pants and briefs trashed skt in practice as I crafted SC, built tanks from factories, built rax and rines I built an academy so that I can scan DT's, then I lifted all my buildings and didn't plan to leave tap gg and ask for a re? got banned callously that's sad TT, but pissing them off was my intent actually all rattled up like a tamborine I used to play ddr then an arrow stabbed my knee terran is more fascinating than acid dreams vultures kill probes while transferring dropships cut the map in half hazordly mop shit up with tanks imbalanced siege make kids cry like salad leaves, that they have to eat play in the limelight casually train all night with hands that bleed pass the weed, and stick out your ass like a cat in heat Imma start planning my strategies with some crayons and a sheet take my minerals and I'll stab you thief! retire yall and laugh at your afreeca stream I can win or lose don't matter to me
and if i do lose ill grab my gat and squeeze I pack heat, a pistol I jacked from captain keys, that's it peace!