#peaches ya see ya rap is pretty weak made about as much sense as a popular geek and im guessing you're the latter rhyming aint for you you gotta feel what you're writing don't you understand dude? from having deja vu to the capital of peru that sucked so bad ill call you peppy le pew So i would take your mini rap, and maybe rip it up Or maybe try again, i dont really give a But ill tell ya right now, you gotta dig deeper than that , im thinkin thats what YOU lack Im gettin back to the rap, to fix what you did your description is false, but me? im the truth kid
im throwin real spit right here none of y'all get it like I do I been rappin' like Marshall, since before it was cool I do this spit for real, no hobby pays my bills three whips, paid for with cash and y'all lookin' crazy like a crack head just run out his stash im supercharged like speed racer, y'all still waitin' to blow peaches and hell.. the dust thick on your mics, like nicki minaj and drizzy, y'all needa give up on this fight
You comin at me? Acting like a proper little gee Let's tango A little nun girl snapped your 2 inch banjo Lets just get this out there your not ill You don't even have any skill You will remember my name Cause I'm not playing a game Your always one step behind If your to slow we can rewind 1,2,3 let's slow this down Your rap is mediocre You must think your the joker Ill tell you now This isn't Gotham so now just bow.
Yo dog, i know how to make the rhyming stop ill kick your crotch so hard you hymen pops with my flow its like it was the ocean that dissed you you couldn't be more wacked out with lotion and tissue WORD
@nic You say your throwing a real spit Dude from that rap you should quit My flows are like water in a river Dont be jealous your rhymes can't deleiver I'm working for my champ title here Once you saw my name I smelt fear Coming from you nic Feel free to call me mr.prick Mr cause I'm your new boss That's because I won that coin toss Nick your rhymes sound a little old Dude you buy em at an auction "Sold!" I'm no critic But compared to yours my rap is sick I'm done here Have a beer
Look at you guys Take off the masks But I forgot 2012 was associated with pretend swag You guys are still suffering So, like DSL, you got that lag Just call me God cuz I got y'all bowin' down like a couple of popped dogs
ouch that hurt Are you tryna flirt cause this aint harmin my rep Maybe next time do some prep I'm always gonna rhyme Cause this is my time You either hate me or Love me Im not some little punk ass gee I have Rhythm Now sit in class boy and do your algorithm Results show you can't beat me Cause I'm the lyrical gee. So give In now And Like I said Bow.
weeell, id be lying if i say i cant rap you see all day long im on that crap rapping is rhyming dr suss wasnt lying we can all make up words it aint really all that hard dropping lines crazy that makes no sense nothing related to anythin but i can still make you dance my flow is so smooth they run so free i can rap but lets see if you can beat me!
@nic I might have lag But at least I'm not a fag I don't hit on other boys And use there words as toys I got extream lag That's called true swag I'm on YouTube Boy buy lube Your girlfriend will appreciate Btw she sucked my meat and ate Let's take this back to micecraft I'll bring you to the mineshaft Let you get slaughter by spiders Use the feed the beast mod and fuck with your wires I'll bring you to the end Were you minecraft life will just drop dead Get destroyed by the ender dragon You gonna cry to your mom, Megan?
#free style spitter We diggin' all the time and you know we won't stop We getting' diamonds man Yea you know them big rocks You playing peaceful while I'm the school of hard knocks Grew fighting every day Call that Survival Block Sky's the limit we be building' this is our home Another day, another structure, world that we own