Fuck horny/mysterious stranger, who are YOU good sir?
as witnessed in the "raps" post comments:
Duchamp said...
hey kids
hey kids
thought id interject so long as you dont mind...
yo long time reader
first time rapper
kid i know what you needed
now watch me get dapper
fuck protein bitch
aint mean shit on the town
now check this pitch
and sit the fuck down
mang rhymes get the numbers
vocally entrancing
socially enhancing
pull you out of your slumber
you see dat girl walk in, in all her glory
you know the story
she got swagger in her swag
luis vuitton bag
low rise
petite size
cant deny
this girls fine
so you saunter on up
and spit you rhyme
watch her pants combust
she'll be wet in no time
any place, any time, any day
man you know this is the way
its true you dont need cash
but you need no protein
to score some nash
just drop some beats n with steez
post some lyrics for dat heez
dont matter how fine
how bad or how kind
girl can have swagger in the bag
straight out of a mag
slim fit
low cut
you know her
shes damn hot
show her dat vocabulary
watch her get weak up from her feet
drop to her knees
rest is history
all you need is dat steez
n/a
Indy said...
Pretty keen to know who Duchamp is now, i thought he was pretty bourgeoisie but he dropped rhymes about wet vaginas and earned all our respect
May 30, 2010 10:11 PM
wet bitches cut stitches
no hitches so clean
aint never heard a rhyme spitting,
labels: duchamp
ReplyDeleterhymes are so prompt
yall heard me drop
no props, wet tops
for that pop-lockin' donk
i know you looked me up
to get a closeup,
hit wikipe D I A
see if it was a hiccup
jaw dropped at my array
of lyrics so fresh
make the mona lisa show flesh
aint nobody, aint none
gon be numero un
so long as im here
yall know who to fear
been workin on a little somethin
ReplyDeleteserious not "battle" style lyrics
only just a rough draft atm, hit me up with pointers or ideas
its in the brightest light that the darkest shadows form
and we're still waiting on the break of dawn
please ladies and gentlemen form an orderly line
women and children first
to interpret the sign
the pipes just burst
liminal times call for subliminal measures
society's treasure
this was your leisurely pleasure
paddling down the river styx
lookin for your next fix
shafted are the ones that arent pure to the mix
remnants of a life unsellable
assests to a man uncredible
dispellable, the hypothetical mutant genetical
soulless heads dictating your path
its ok, its a farce
probably a parable
a story untellable
in the eye of most
but not for the host
who mostly gets the say
and on the fray
skeptics are the ones who bring light to your day
please, generate your own
grown then copulated not copulated then grown
procreated or mated
dissention been baited
hated by some
corrected by one
so you think youve got it all under-wraps
perhaps, or you may have just experienced a laspe
in premonition, cognition
whens the cheque due for your commission
check one check two check me check you
be sure to aid children in donning the mask before you
this things going down
but the slide looks fun
where'd i put my gown
for this, the function
liminal times call for subliminal measures
society's treasure
this was your leisurely pleasure
we need a horny mysterious stranger vs duchamp battle asap.
ReplyDeleteomg i want this guy inside me
ReplyDeleteayo, hold up guys,
ReplyDeletethis nikkah rhymin with disguise,
he tried to go for glory but all he gave was a bad story,
his rhymes are boring and sound a bit corny,
if he wanted a real battle he shoulda come prepared,
cause these words is gonna rattle you til you're scared,
i heard you said protien dont mean shit?
nikkah why you frontin? last i heard you got it from yo mommys tit,
don't cry cause you know i speak the truth,
im just passin on the news to the crew like a sleuth.
and whats all these rumours bout chu gettin pussy wet?
you know it dont count if you work for the local VET.
i know DOOM and ghostface got a mask,
but chu dont need one, cause you going straight in a cask.
So Duchamp, if you tryin to be real,
reveal yoself or you'll get sent to the grill.
LOL who was that?!!
ReplyDeletewhats going onnnnnnnn
Dear parentals of Sly Guy,
ReplyDeleteYour daughter was a nice girl now she is a slut
A queen treatin brothers just like King Tut
Gobblin up nuts sorta like a hummingbird
Suckin up the Eagle Boys and I'm comin third
Used to get HDs now she just skippin class
Oh my, do I like to grip the hips and ass
Only in her teens with a lot of practice
on black boys jimmies and white boys cactus
Sorry sorry sir, but I gotta be brief
A lotta homies like bustin nuts in her teeth
Drink it up, drink it up, even though she asthmatic
that don't mean shit, cause she's givin up the ass quick
Quicker than you can say "Candy"
the bitch is on my Snicker and oh man she
can take on three men built like He-Man
Her little bitty twat got gallons of semen
Fourteen homies in line ready to bang yo
pride-and-joy I mean daddy's little angel
Tell the little bitch to bring her ass out the house
cause your daughter's known for givin up the nappy dug out
I will break my foot off in your ass woman.
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteok cool
ReplyDelete@ sly-guy
Please son, step back, sit down and listen
you think my lyrics are wack? man you know they glisten
kid you waltz in here with a 2 verse rhyme?
this is all you brought to come n critique mine?
let me start by saying that you heard wrong
it was YOUR mommys tit i was getting it from
must been your daddy tellin you
just cos i stole his boo
hes been pissed for a while
poor guy's in denile
yo i didnt go for the glory
i went for the luls, stayed for the story
you implore, mang, that i reveal myself
well im sorry, just like a gentlemen
i never beat a bitch and tell
i aint masked kid, im basking
in the past, present and future
so stop askin
you know this game dont suit ya
you cant pull it off
i guess it skips a generation
your mum was boss
when it came to copulation
you got no swagger
no rhythm, no style
your rhymes are haggard
and they have been for a while
so crawl back into that rectum you call a home
and on your way back, for once would you leave the balls alone
cos if you do it again you'll get evicted this time
dropped like a duke, lol sounds alot like your rhymes
Wonder how i know this?
cos i heard you liek mudkips
like rimmin guys asslips
shit
werent ready for rhymes like this?
but seriously though
you knew i was dope
rhymes spillin
straight illin
dollar billin
mean baller
and if you were wondering, dont call her
dont bother son
i beat you to the gun
now shes hangin of my every word
and i aint even done
ya heard?
dont be absurd
you got nothing on me
i score the ladies with ease
just check my steez
geez kid
you got nothing on me
you know these vocals
not local
but venereal
I love this blog...LOL!!!! hahahaha
ReplyDeleteOK FINE, i am duchamp!........................................................................................
ReplyDeletenah i'm lyin, shorty on my mind... shorty like a fryin' pan
shorty on HIS mind! yezzur
ReplyDeleteWeazy F Baby keys to the ladies, keys to the cedes! FINE i'm Du champ! Nah im fukkin wit ya
ReplyDeleteYo BIG PAC can i take a picture
man fuck yo camera!
ay yo,
ReplyDeleteim hearing alot of hatred and the giving of lip,
i think yall need to relax and chill like q-tip,
just like in that song he did "keep it moving"
who am i to tell u that ur rhymes need improving?
"imma let u brothers no i aint no duchamp disser,
another thing im not is a sly ass kisser"
oh man cbf to write more.
.........
duchamp, u know we do it up, u know we do it up
sly guy, u know we do it up, u know we do it up
kev n bakin, u know we do it up, u know we do it up
i cant forget dr dre, u know we do it up, u know we do it up
omg i wanna dip my balls into all your faces coz my dick looks like godzillas tail flipped to the front, and my balls are like dirty pool water baby
ReplyDeletenah but sly guys rap is the best so far
indy,
ReplyDeleteyour words are like whispered sweet nothings piercing my heart
wont you speak more to me in your prose so fair?
hey look its duchamp 'dachump'
ReplyDeletejust like that headpiece donald trump,
he needs 5 viagra just to to raise his lil stump
sly guy you actin more like a shy guy,
why dont you go suck of marios dick for protein
bet you prefer that to a regular ovaltine
to kev n bakin, sir whats got you shakin?
from what i hear yo ass is prime and ready for the takin!
cause you love the cock all right up in yo ass,
that all the people in the line need an access pass
yeh my rhymes are short,
but they straight to the point,
i'll take all of you on just lemme finish this joint...........
hahahaha sick posts!
ReplyDeletelol billybob
ReplyDeleteima let you finish
but that was one of the worst spits of all time, OF ALL TIME!!!
aint just your rhymes that are short
im not surprised you cant court
but you know what, its fine
im sure women like you succint
there aint no denying
they want you outta their precinct
and yeah dick jokes are a sign of a lyrical genius
but your rhymes are coming from the glass house of penises
you know what? id go on
but in the fashion of your rhyme
ima gonna leave you here
with just 2 more lines
cause you got rhyme porblems and i feel bad for you son
but you got 99 others and your spit's just one
LOL wth is happening here
ReplyDeleteThere's something wrong wit u duchamp
ReplyDeleteit's pretty sad u see
but sit down right there
and i'll tell you the story:
Back when you was five
you was perfectly fine
but then something happened
and you was scarred for life
I think i know what
I think i know why
It all happened
on the 24th of july
it was all bright and sunny
and you was playing wit your bunny
but then yo broke ass mommy
made you dance for money
she said you can bring in some dough
cause yo ass-jiggle got flow
put a dolla in your G-string
to flash your bee stings
and like slyguy said
you used to work at the vet
the animals there came out
and started getting wet
see they saw you dancin
with your cock wavin about
around and around,
to them it was hypnotizin
the pet owners asked your momma cause they wanted to know
if you provided more than just a strip show
so yo momma bent down and spread yo ass-cheeks wide
and said $10 to let the german shephard inside
and that just felt wrong
it messed with your head
broke something inside
that can't never be repared.
you asked the doctor "why?"
"what's wrong with me?"
he said "shut yo mouth
and get down on yo knees"
Yo DUCHAMP, who you think you messin wit?
ReplyDeleteall i needed to hit was a two verse kit.
but since you want more,
ill serve it til your ass gets sore.
i rhyme haggard cause i keep it raw,
just the way your daddy loves it from that whore.
oh shit, did i saw whore?...i meant escorrrrrrrrt
you see i own them bitches, on that sidewallllllllllllllkk.
and know what they told me?
he dont like holes...he likessssss dem bawllllllllllllzzzzzzz. (lullzzzzzz)
ha! and im sure it was yo mommys tit,
cause just last week,
she told me when was she suckin my dick.
i think it be YOUR daddy who be in denillleeee,
cuz i remember her suckin it for a whilllllllllleeeeeee.
dont worry he didnt cop none cause i think he was tired,
otherwise my balls he would've admired.
heard i like rimmin asslips?
you sure i wasnt talkin bout my CASHSLIPS?
you talkin like you hot shit,
wait, i meant you talkin like you full of it.
dont deny, i know you love playing catch,
cause yo boyfriends dick got that dirt stache.
and seriously yo,
your rhymes were a joke,
straight fillin no killin,
only weak nigguhs get that feelin,
to start rhymin like they got no air,
short and fast with no flair,
see i can do it too, it's no big deal,
so get your hands away from my dick, you aint coppin a feel.
so my rhymes be gettin mad reaction,
cause now BILLYBOB wants some of the action,
sly guy more like shy guy?
eat a dick, you know it'll fly.
cause i heard mario's is up for the takin,
you know its got protein, now served with bacon.
everybody here dont like your spit,
so get outta here before i give you an epileptic fit.
i know i went overboard,
cause i just slaughtered the big hoard,
dont try and suger coat your rhymes,
ill just come back and violate them causing multiple crimes.
Oh, sorry i forgot to mention, KEV N BAKIN,
your rhymes were so weak i was mistaken,
for a failed attempt of getting your pussy shaven.
LULZZZZZZZZZ
ayo this rap game is all a joke,
ReplyDeletecause all these wack nigguhs be takin a poke.
tell them fake bitches that i keep it real,
while all they do is find rhymes to steal.
see im the verbal spit smith n western,
nah im fuckin witch you im just testin,
BOOM, royce da 5'9' intro is impressin.
see i know my steez, like my man guru said,
just because he's gone, dont mean he dead.
preemo to dilla, you know they all killa,
whilst fake bitches like solar are just bad fillas.
see, who knew he was shadyyy?
no body right? naw, guru knew he was crazzzyyy.
so now the truth is lost in the forest of lies,
sorta sounds like billybob when he was spittin them lines.
bitch was weak and knew no more,
gave three lines each, and it busted his bawwwwlzzzzz
yo haters be hatin
ReplyDeleteyet im still waitin
none of you bitches got anythin worth statin
straighten up your lyrics
cos im in hysterics
someone call a medic
to fix these mimics' gimmicks
epic are my lyrics so basic theyr caustic
yet yall with simple minds
yours so pedestrian they public
but its ok, ill be kind
i know yall cant match up to me
cause my lyrics like my steez
straight designer, so refined
and so im still waitin
for some one to provide some comp
aint guy, dog, bob, or bakin
can even humour king duchamp
i love haters, what are you sayin?
ReplyDeleteits only cause you stuck that you be waitin.
dont worry bout a dic tion ary,
ill squash you with small words, you freakin fairy.
i was just scared that you could not underssssstand,
cause your vocab was so elaborate, that IT sound planned.
please...tell me what did you use?
oxford or heritage, which did you choose?
actually dont bother tellin me, you didnt improve.
the only thing you got ARE bad lyrics,
and talk about hypocrite, YOU'VE got the GIMMICKS!
callin yo own rhymes, "mad dapper",
son, you best look at the posts, yours got crapper.
short lines aint nothin but uh bitch hit,
and real homies know, that bitches aint shit!
so kid, i dont need to match up with you,
cause i've seen this game, and you're overdue.
thinkin you underground and so refined,
your lyrics are chat, bitch are you blind??
straight designer? huh? you must be kiddin,
cause just last week, your gear my homies be disssinnnnnn.
so if your still stuck on ideas,
dont be waitin, and cryin with tears,
trife nigguhs like you dont need comp,
every idea you write, like ODB i STOMP.
'cause you got rhyme porblems and i feel bad for you son
ReplyDeletebut you got 99 others and your spit's just one'
- obviously best line so far
yeah, i have to agree that is probably the best line
ReplyDeletecrush me with short words?
ReplyDeletelike you have a choice
you only have 3 verbs
none of which are rejoice
cos yo lyrics are like feces
tellin me im elaborate
boy get up off your knees
youre makin a habit of it
underground, fuck no
i got above ground style
why would i hide, which reminds me bro
you seen the sun in while?
just because your iq
can be counted on 1 hand
dont mean that i too
am dyslexic like you mang
oh and please dont call me a fairy
your lyrics so tough you're startin to scare me
please, i beg you think about it next time
cos your lyrics' gettin old, just spare us your rhymes
when you about to spit, just stop and take a second
then just hold it in, it'd be better i reckon
and no you dont need to match me anyday
but that dont matter cos you cant anyway
noone is expecting anything from you
but the poorest of lyrics, to our ears like abuse
and you know what son, i am mad dapper
and you aint got none, you best get back to fappin
its the best youll get
but at least there's variation
right hand or left
use your imagination
now just before u try and claim this rap throne
ReplyDeletei got 1 more rap, so duchamp are u ready to bone?
see, the crowd is dead bored of u keeping in real,
they rather hear references of porn with krystal steel,
you go on about your steez, but you u clearly have none,
i think you have the bad rapper disease,
and no shit have i seen the sun,
you couldnt make it man even as a back up singer,
as for YOUR IQ, it can be shown on my middle finger,
see i took ur advice and thought about this rhyme,
then i thought its way better than 4 words per line,
yet you call me to have the poorest of lyrics?,
champ please, im sick of all ur cbf gimmicks
i thought all this time u were screaming out "abuse me"
ur lyrics are a dick in the ear like ray in scary movie
man even billy bob knows this battle is getting stale,
so lets call it quits knowing that i have prevailed,
i think everyones glad i didnt hold these rhymes in
and as for this battle yo..sly guy for the win!
Indy said...
ReplyDelete'cause you got rhyme porblems and i feel bad for you son
but you got 99 others and your spit's just one'
one word... werrrddd
i think duchamp is our blog's crazy older brother we keep locked up in the attic m. hale yeezy.... just a thought.
you better keep it short, you're really startin to force it
ReplyDeleteits pretty obvious to us your vocab is exhasted
shit might be getting stale but i couldnt care less
beating a bitch dressed like a gangster, shit thats just the best
but i digress,
only disease i got is the clap from your mum
oh and listen to your crowd they aint clapping none
and yes i 'call you to have the poorest lyrics'
and im sorry i dont really want to be that cynic
but did you listen to yourself when you dropped this spit
cos i hate to tell you, but everything you dropped was shit
seriously kid, your embarassin youself
look on the bright side though, at least you have your health
and you might be a skeptic,
but your shit is septic
and you know you aint gon be like me, so hectic
shit son, nothin you droped has prevailed,
just like all the other kids you lined up to fail
yo you better keep me locked up
cos when i break loose, hell does too
and when i do you better hope you stocked up on food
when i spit its like the blitz, im the fuckin master
as for you, heard of the hindenberg disaster?
yeah its that bad, im sorry you had to know
cos im afraid aint nobody would pay to see your show
as for keeping it short read between the lines
shorter lines more verses means twice the fucking rhymes
by the way kid its not champ its duchamp
fuckin look it up son badass.com
so shut up next time, cos your rhymes all miss
still waiting for yall to come hit this
Okay this shit is just fucked
ReplyDeleteThis kid with his lyricals just pissin me off
I wish I could rhyme more commonly like cuz
But you do it good plus harmonies, man I'd have to lose deez nuts
I still got my balls but I just don't give a fuck
Is it a bird or a plane? Nah it's tha homie... 3Pac
Look I'm a make it simple bro, spell it for ya
F-A-G is what your words tell me
You clearly spent to much time spinnin trash in rotation
Learnin your rhymes from tha homie Prapper, Playstation
Look I get sick when I see you reply
To Sly Guy on the fly, like you is so high
And he is so low but truth is I know
That he's about 2 inches away from your throne
Which is how close you are to being on Charles' cock
Hey Ma is that the neighbours? "Nah DuNarc just called the cops"
And can I call you Duche? Cos I feel like we're buddy's
Everytime I get an itch downstairs I need some cuddy
Roll around to 'chump's house after seeing his blog posts
He tries to run but I catch him, now there's two Duchamp ghosts
Word he never died at home, boy was dyin in the street
Lyin under heat cos Lord knows holmes ass is weak
Needs his street cred back so he comes back to me
I tell him "bitch come eat this dick n' while your down there lick my feet!"
Like in Los Angeles, we break ankles n feet
Whether in ball or a death in the family
You catchin this raw, Duchamp all flaws
Drop your draws and bend over for the New Outlawz (OUTLAWZ!)
And I shall remain anonymous, only on the finest shit
Come Hit This newest icon, this is 3Pacalypse
3pac? please youre like 2pac minus 2
ReplyDeleteyour such a disgrace, pac-man dont wanna be linked to you
my "lyricals" make u sad?
ima keep sayin "u mad?"
yo i heard testicles make you glad
but that's for another spit comrade
u aint a bird nor a plane
you cant even get it up
why dont you latch onto some more fame
of a rapper thats more played out
oh i see you knocked my creativity,
i read your rhymes bout F, A and G
you shouldnt be so quick to judge me
i didnt realise this is how itll be
and sure you can call me a "duche"
but its spelled douche and thats the truth, ruth
but hey id rather be a douche and get in between
than be like you, and wrap around pen-
is its seems that its all you spit about
makes me think you spit for guys then help them rub one out
and i doubt in la YOU break any bones
you dont even break hearts, ive seen your face homes
as for charles, man thats fine ay
im not worried bout people thinkin im gay
cos as soon as thats what you think
i just wait for your first blink
and then im in your gfs pink
and you know she loves it
cos she had to put up with your dick
but when she spots me
she cant count to 3
before tryin to tear off my kit
i drop lyrics like dey hexes
fuck rollin in the lexus
id rather eat a bitch like you for breakfast
and there you have it was a matter of time
our newest pinup boy for bad rhymes
so i plead you keep your draws on
please dont keep your rhymes prolonged
cos they only wanna hear duchamp
u mad?
yeah, u mad
Oh my fucking god, this shit is so gay
ReplyDeleteA pin up boy for bad rhymes you say?
I hope that wasn't a request for me to be in a pin up
On your wall, in my draws while you reaching into yours
But look, you say "mad" this and "hex" that brah
Hold up for a sec, I just need to blow a fart brah
Ok back, now it's clear that you may be smarter
But these cats'll agree that I definitely go harder
So while I'm just getting started you're just runnnin out of luck
'Cos you just declared war, on tha homie 3Pac
Bitin an outplayed rapper you claim
I am but truth is who is more fake?
True, Marcello was a hell of an artist
Now he's turnin in his grave when you got started
You got mad vocab but that's all you got
I rap, Sly does, you just rhyme a lot
Let's focus on this point for a more than a second
So i don't have to diss you for being estrogen's most hated specimen
Look I'm clearly famishin the rations of your lyrical happenings
Even Crez couldn't paint your survival from this battlin
You couldn't imagine the battalion I'm gatherin
All in Sandro Pe with brothers playing mandolins
Your whack rhymes ain't havin, sit on the floor like Shaolin
While me n Indy light a spliff like DeGraw, Gavin
On the real I'm not dissing Duchamp to feed my big ego
I just hope he slumps and then becomes my weed eagle
So clearly next time peeps Come Hit This
There'll be a new post: "3Pac is the SHIT"
OMG 3pac and pappa-dawg are the shit! lol
ReplyDeleteLOL! Is this still going?
ReplyDeleteCome on Duchamp keep on going!
there aint no 'the' in "3pac is the shit"
ReplyDeletecos we saw what you did, and you cant handle it
but its ok kid, you aint a complete dimwit
you can go hit the sand-pit
or the backdoor bandits
man your rhymes so whackd, i think theyr beaten blue and black
its really startin to detract from your true skills 3pac
you just aint ballin, rhymin aint your true calling
maybe you dont have any kind of a knack
for anything, must be disheartening
constantly spittin only to get a beating
i thought i warned ya,
didnt ya know this was what was coming
just like spike told ya do the right thing
think before you decide spit them words in a spring
didntya know that i am the king,
king of the rhymes, the spin
king of the road, dem hoes,
this is my ode to 3.P., cant say ya didnt see me
now you down for the count, 1,2,3,
oh wait, maybe it should just be 1, 2
it seems you have trouble pushing past that dont you
look at my rhymes son, and you think you're hot with just deux?
every single spit that i spat could be applied to you
so rhyming brah with brah must be heaps hard huh?
man your rhymes are startin to look a little like smegma
and who cares if i aint held to a specific genre
i keep true to me, more than i can say for ya
i aint rappin, i sewing a web of lyrical genius
as for you, well, you're just strokin yur e-penis
and i couldnt care less what any rapper suggests
they can just join the hater line with you and the rest
reading you rhymes has made me lose faith in humanity
cos to creativity, you are the straight anti
so you better get back to the dope
cos i heard what you spoke
and that shit was a joke, no wonder you dont poke
son, you might think you got it, but nobody cares
y'decided to flaunt you didnt come prepared
drop poor-verse, sad-rhyme, and you know what i think
i think that maybe you had too much to drink
cos ive heard of pushing the limits, but youre just over
like the rest of us are over your rhymes, try sober
next time and you might have luck,
but for the moment your rhymes just gonna striaght up suck
but my rhymes are fresh like a readymade
your rhymes are stale, like they already been played
but i made ya look, and you seem a bit jaded
did nobody tell you your shit has faded, and what
after droppin two rhymes youve just lost the plot?
it seems we've just about seen all that youve got
maybe a little too much time spent smokin dat pot
didnt you know bout the effects you big shot?
im sure its fine, you are slow already
but just think of all the brain cells you are shedding
youve gone from 4 to 3, how suiting,
that how you got your name, too much shooting?
ay you seem to spit alot about your boys
now i aint saying this is part of your ploy
maybe a decoy for what is your true haven
filled with guys and guys and guys misbehavin
maybe you should consider gettin in with some huns
cos it dont mean none unless your gettin done son
duchamp are you still goin on and on?
ReplyDeletedude, your ego's getting bigger but you're getting it wrong.
we all laughing cause you love that dong, dong dong, dong dong,
lookin at the blog so scandalousssssss,
droppin rhymes off like "shit, look at disss"
comin at us hot like a locomotive,
tryin to push them bra's like a mad corrossive,
she knew it was wrong and out of proportion,
next thing you know i made her put out a sign,
"look out, wet, caution",
you talk about women,
but only touch men,
dude youse is wacky,
get your hands away from my khaki's,
rhymes diabolical like a villain,
only had one chance and now im just chillin,
i see many reponses with the snapback,
but no starters just imitation knockbacks,
life like a dream,
i heard you had one with cream,
it involved two german shepards and your mom,
you woke up with two ten dolla bills in your thong.
no bacon, no bobs, no need for sly guys,
but you love the little ladyboys and they're thai,
comin off too strong,
split the second like two songs,
only two in a packet,
on special, so stop makin a racket,
sloppy lines and more vocabulary,
chump looks like bastard child of chuck and larry,
points us off the stage,
only to realise he shat himself while in the rage.
victim of abuse only to get worse,
"i gotta stop now, im no good" he curse.
my advice is listen to the transmission,
only had one chance kid, give it a missin.
Oh my fucking God...
ReplyDeleteAlright before I start do you even fucking know what a weed eagle is?!
Go Google it then come back and roll me a spliff
'N show me that you're the bitch that I've been battlin' this whole time
I got a lil prediction in mind, I'm endorsin
In accordance with sources I've been led to believe
That Duchamp is Florence plus C-H-T's own Charlie
So it's been me against those two this whole time?
That's nothin!! I beat the world back in my prime
So before the war's over I'ma get the seven digits
No way in Hell Maka-jelly gettin' served by two bitches *SHAKE*
But I'll put that aside and go back to thinkin'
That you're some whack ass rhymer with virgin ambitions
Now audience pay attention as I flow on this jockey
Blow like a shotty, it's 3Pac aka Don Killuminati
Now everybody from 2-1 dub 2
Put your muthafucking hands up and follow through
Now everybody from 2 dub 1 -3
Put your muthafucking hands up and 3
Look look
Now while Duchamp tries to stand his ground
Claim his throne and retain his crown
He already fell, two rhymes passed, I flawed her
Now the king is on the sidelines, Jerry Lawler
Look props your impressive,lets check the official
Sly, Dawg, and Bob, Bakin wasn't an issue
So then you tried me thinkin' I'd be like the rest
But no, I won't rest till Chump is slumped in the chest
I progress on your pro-ness while you re-gress
Homie you look like Luke Owens, eye defect
N what's this shit you sayin bout you like to suck on dick too?
I said that shit just clownin dog c'mon how fucked up is Duche
You got some issues Champ I think you need some councilin
To help your ass from bouncin off the tops of male fallac ends
Now I tipped the scales, balance off, unleashed the demon in me
Bet you I know the rest of what he's got to diss me!
*pass it over to Duchamp* "Blooblabidi da da dead!"
Hey Duchamp, we didn't catch a thing you said!
But let me go ahead n guess something about you
Lil Duche went to a private all boys school
N Duche's parents had a real good marriage
N he was snug livin in his big ole palace
Check this snob, I bet this bitch's real name is Clarence
Make this smug bitch famous, Jeffrey Atkins
Oh humpety dumpety, this duchumpety
Sat on top till he ran into a bumpety
Claimin' that he's ill well here comes the pharmacy
Come Hit This ala 3Pac plus company
These dudes they runnin with me all by choice
Some they real homies, some just get moist
You clownin on em boys like a carney schtick
Matter fact I see you sportin a Barney outfit
Faggot dino doggy no one's scared of your bark
I'm Jurassic Pac, ain't nobody scared of your stunts
I'll admit you had me brah with some of your bluffs
Yet I'm still standin' here screamin' "fuck Duchamp!"
Look 3 rounds ago the battle was won
I'm just stickin' to it till you shit goes numb
You prayin 1Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, none
Fuck one Duchamp cos this Pac's DONE!
...
Fuck it
You were a fool to think you were ever a factor
All that intellect and wit don't make you a rapper
Let alone a battler so FUCK YOUR DAPPER!
Pac is here, scrilla killed another chapter
Word to Pappa Dawg, tell the story as Chump sobs
You're the e-Papa Doc, 'cos you choked on this blog
yea fuck du champ, and bitches too
ReplyDeletecomehitthis rags to riches crew
and 3pac, the fuck is you?
you can talk shit and eat it too
this shit is gettin outta hand
we got no rappers here and a buncha stans
this aint directed at anybody
im just lettin the spit hit everybody
du champ ur tryin to be smart but barely got started
ur mom gives slow brain like she retarded
im an ice cold winner and i never fall
mah flow like v6 yours just stalls
hey...yea you look like a bitch tea bag my balls
yo bitch got two different sized tits... biggie smalls
oooo and btw
is it damn obscene to anyone but me
that this shit at four-tee, could you be more keen?
fuck that souljah boy shit i just snap, mug, lean
i just i-mac as i-shine as i-beam, on that mad grind shit..... nah mean?
i luv to smack choke a bitch like Charles Sheen
all we need is some strippers and some lines of protein!
here to kick a lil freestyle, 613 repping....aite lez go,
ReplyDeletelisten close torretto....
you think that weak verse will get u on the poll?,
cause u got a smaller chance than that nigga shannon noll,
i know who u are, i can read u like a book
bla bla bla bla half way crook,
so u best leave the rapping to sly and du champ,
or ill make u get joe somebody as a tramp stamp,
cause yo check me out on youtube, im actually famous,
btw whats the spot between the balls and the anus?
well what ever it is, they should call duchamps rap
yeah i turned on you bitch, so u best believe im wack,
cause imma team up with 3pac and take over this blog,
cook up the come hit this crew like chicken and corn cob,
then masturbate till my dick is hard and throbs,
where ill cum over the crew till they cry and sob,
wow that just got a little too graphic,
but thats how 3pac loves it, up the ass like peak hour traffic,
oh shit bitch, i just turned on you too,
cause im more famous than u on youtube,
so hows this for a 7 day theory,
u suck dick and is one tenth as kool as giri
ayo joe somebody, u smell that? i smell bullshit son!
ReplyDeleteyo
from yard to yard, from ghetto to ghetto
you hear that rev? you best believe its ya boy toretto!
Joe somebody u think ur gona get the last spit of night
ur full of shit like ur asshole sewed up tight!
ooo shit ur youtube famous? sorry i missed it
i was out smacking feds and winning pinkslips
i play like crez at poker, all chips
my rides all blue nicca, all crips
yo ur mom on some holly vallance shit
BIG DIX
mann im toretto, play by nobody's rules
you heard i go 0-60, shiteee its probably true
swat came to my house, don't have a clue?
disrespected mah family, I NOE IT WAS YOU!
and duchamp and 3pac i ain't done with you either
thought you could catch a breather?
roll up a jay and listen to ether?
relax a little, leave it to beaver?
yea that last line was lazy,ceebs or neither
but fuck it i'm hammered
and shitee ive had it
i can do wat u do in a million lines in a stanza
spit ape shit flow, shit is bananas
i luv beef like indy loves Hannah Montana
you ain't george and bitch i can't-stands-ya!
and if any of youse wana race me i'll see you at racewars!
What the shit?! Oh my fucking...
ReplyDeleteNah you boys is actually kinda nice
But once again you tried to bring a pitbull to a dino fight
A pen to a driving test, no point, on point
Hope you got the safety vest when you spittin on joints
had much success, ever since I deaded Duche I'm the best like Super Mario, Atari yo, gold coins
But gotta kick a short one for you dames non-stop
Asalamalakam on these lames, it's 3Pac
Torreto hoe, I'm airin him, give this hoe a caesarean
Uh-oh, they daring him, lo-blows, I'm starin' him
Po-po's, in fear of him, those o's preparin' 'em
Now torreto's eyes look like a frozen aquarium
While this frozen aquarius, Outkast, Aquemini
Leave with a gemini, Pri's bitch "Giri hi!"
Well I'm lyin' but the steamer's a good friend of mine
Like Indy G and 2 dub 1 3
That's Crez, he sketch, I flex like bowflex
Homies sketch when I aim the tech at their chest
I'm a mess like Crez on any given night
Spillin his guts like the drink was spiked
Look I'm just feelin, illin' ya'll down to ride with me
Indy call me sometime, we'll split a fifty, FEEL ME!?
I'm mackin this blog, Steve Jobs Jr, Apple
s son
Servin bitches with venereals, Steven Applebaum
Special shout outs to Kev N Rapin, without you I wouldn't be doing this and I wouldn't have made it this far. Keep rappin' homie. Peace and God bless *mwa*
Word up to the shout out 3pac.
ReplyDeletelast past verbal mental assaultin,
leave duchamp stressin with the maltin,
tryin to floss with no cheddar,
got ear wax no hair, ted love stella.
unstable fax with no delivery,
ramblin dookie you kiddin me.
crowd around, i got the mic,
rapin terrorist victimizing this dyke.
rhymes insane around comehitthis,
hands flying violent protest diss,
sense make no cents so quit it,
dude got lame flow, lil wayne issit?
stank milk, pew, leave it in the sun,
he got burly drank the cum.
salty tastin specialty for you,
duchamp you listenin to this crew?
came back new alias with a mask,
two weeks in and he in a cask.
street cats tastin like he racin toyota corolla,
torretto holla homie, we takin this over.
3 pac love dont die easy in this industry,
give joe somebody laundry mystery.
joe like somebody, disappeared no where,
lyrics horrendous couldnt rip toilet paper,
shit stank balls extruded with a stapler.
give it a break like kitkat,
fallback and hit that.
disgust me you fallback to duchamp,
too busy attendin rap camp.
mask like a villain, mind like a hero,
confuse you greatly a shillin zero.
500 days of summer, approach serious thinkin fo sheezy,
fuck smiths she said, i listen to weezy.
Reminisce of extraordinary,
livin life assumed scary,
ray aint home, can i take a message honey?
disregard, served already ass all runny.
observe outside rear window,
canned bitch is all i see though.
I'm New Coke everyone hatin' on me.
ReplyDeleteLyrics like crack coke, Kev'n can bake for free.
Makin' bitches choke on ecstasy,
You gonna have to cope, you can't get rid of me!
The fountain's been pissed in, one tagged R.Mutt,
And I just found out Duchamp's mum is a slut.
Treat her like a baby seal, yeah bitch I clubbed her,
Went to the store to get some more rubbers.
While I was there figured I'd go get a drink,
Cos the thirst and the sweat made my arm pits stink.
Looked in the fridge there and there on the rack
I saw "Cock-sucking Cowboy" Two dollar 3 pack.
I grabbed a 6 pack, cos I can handle my liquor.
And called up Crez, cos Crez is my Ni**a.
"Yo Crez!" ("What up?")
"You need bread?" ("Yeah, mang.")
" Cos I'm at the store" ("Oh, word?")
" And I'll be driven' past yours. Do you need more pens to draw?"("It's cool man.")
I hung up the phone and bought my supplies,
Justin Beeber walks in, I'm like "Look at this guy."
Me 'n' Beebz blown' trees, keeping breeze (cool)
Mackin' Keys, flipping D's, You trippin'
Ceebz...
YO i gots similar story it goes something like this
ReplyDeletehangin in the hood, shit all good
ridin in mah new charge, inside all wood
new nitro in the tank, ass dropped like Elizabeth banks
got more looks than spank-
-tube, the ride stick to the sidewalk like glue
Michelle Rodriguez on mah left, she mah boo
got a gang of philos runnin in mah crew
mah whip tight like it all jews
ur ride like yesterday nicca old news
i only wear the best sean john
mah head shaved and fresh just born
yo and 3pac where u at son, don't tell me its done!
i thought this shit was just gettin fun
and wats this ass over tits u must be kiddin son
i just need the burgers no buns
listen peeps don't come at me
or the shit will get embrass'sing
like indy at the media thing
or crez drunk talkin some bitches off
with red wine on his red top
toretto go stop? i thinks hell not
i always go hard, not like new charles... now soft!
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends,
ReplyDeleteThat's why I fucked your bitch board game motherfucker
Take money, look hunny
It's a bitch reinactin old money
Short pop off on Monop Man
Word up toretto, this is 3Pac, man
First off I better let it be known
That I ain't playin games, leave the boards alone
No boardroom, just a walkthrough
Your crib, handle my biz, next thing courtrooms
I catch a case from your wife, fuck up your life
Just let the westside ride tonight, AIYT
I'm militant needs like enemy seas
Watch the gatt go off like Yosemite steez
And then go to church, n then dig the grave
Bring the band to your wake, Ed Seagrave
I pray for you facing Palestine's stone wall
While you out coppin fallac behind from men, Stone Wall
Better wipe off the semen from your monocle
Before I get some boys to follow you and cement bottom you
Can't see em like Hollow dude, impossible
The probable outcome is your ass laid out, your game played out
I pay you out, you'll have to busk to save what happened to you
Suck dick, balls sick, on Baltic Avenue
But you love it! You crazy for homo like a retard
Rigged the dice and threw away the get out of jail free card OH!
Bend over, be smart, don't try to be hard
And beg for mercy 'cos you done fucked with 3Pac
Your rhyme is crap in layers, you aggravated
At the hated, most celebrated, shoulda-been-poll nominated
Try to do the right thing but even Spike couldn't save ya here
Now your future lookin spikey like Josh Papandrea's hair
N I'm a big deal, your Ma would barely even visit you
This is no McBeal, your shit is unacquittable
Something like an elephant, man I'm unforgettable
Like a celibate lesbian, yeah unfuckwithable
I'm bored of the games, like I said, "bored-games"
These bored lames can't even touch this fame
I think me n Rapin we allergic to the throne
Cos it gives us a rash, that's bitches on our bone
i wasnt that bad was i? hey guys could u really hear me talking during the speech??????
ReplyDeleteand wats this ass over tits u must be kiddin son
i just need the burgers no buns
mah whip tight like it all jews
ur ride like yesterday nicca old news
i only wear the best sean john
mah head shaved and fresh just born
WTF, there was rap beef and i wasn't informed!:(
ReplyDeletep.s 3pac ur the new ghetto superstar, so reveal who you are.
yo this me sigining off, the feds are hot on ass
ReplyDeleteblunt in mah mouth and foot on the gas
but theres some things i need to clear before i'm gone....
FIRST
toretto baby, ridin in a new Mercedes
blowin kisses to dose fat ladies
rappers born to hate me
"duchump" bout to have a brother, his momma bout to have mah baby
but for real, why you try n hate me?
even got tyrese to try n replace me
i'm gona be mean muggin when im eighty
wreckin fools, makin em look like haiti
ur flow lazy like ABC
i got game like a-ta-ri
ur girl give good brain PHD
i'm so sick i gave john mayer an STD
so this mah so long song
miss me when i'm gone
remember me for burnout starts and stealing car parts
i love rap but was only in it with "half of mah heart"
so this is my depart
i'm gona light a spliff, got a spark?
i need a bitch, anyone known the number for prischka rauge?
HOLD UP!
who the fuck is 3pac, lemme give you this
that applebaum line was some crazy shit
crazier than that look in crez's eyes when he see some tits
or when i goes off after a couple sips
and indy man i've been grillin you, do you like it?
this like that time james rocked up to ours, uninvited
no more bout protein i promise
now we'll go back to grillin charles about florence
or youse guys gettin drunk at mah media party
hey wat i can i say ur deros and not arty
remember toretto sickest kent in the game
i luv doin it doggy style, wats MAH MUTHA FUCKIN NAME?!?!
you know!
@3pac
ReplyDeleteI am the game, Monopoly.
Got this rap game monopoly,
Your shit Old like Kent Road,
Switch it into Pimp mode,
Take your bitch, blow my load,
Call me Stinson, Bro Code.
Raps burning like Nero,
Your shit cold, Sub-Zero.
This is probably a fatality,
Mr.Money Bags, squash your salary.
Three, why you come at me with all this gay shit,
Why don't you do like Soulja Boy, and "Go eat a dick!"
You be hopping out of bed, turn your fag on,
I keep Louis suits so new, they still got the tag on.
Shoot you down with my L.A.S.E.R.S, get your tag on,
And when we gonna see O.C.T. n' Lupe on a song?
What ever you tell me, I tell you you're wrong,
Cos Banks told me you're in love with the dong.
An Banks don't lie, I know you swing the homo side,
To me these just words, but for you it's a homicide.
"Here lies 3Pac, he lived then he died,
No one at the funeral, no body cried."
andy, that line bout crez and his crazy eyes for tits cracked me up!!!!
ReplyDeleteFUCKING LOL
I'm so sick of this rap shit,
ReplyDeleteBattle blog, hit this, get your cap split kid
Every time I rhyme need spliff to get ripped
All you other rappers weak like Monop Mayn's dick
Sick 'n tired of it all it's time for thee to ghost
Need to get my fishscales, but one time let 3 boast
Pac pro, I'm so on top of these rookies
I tore the house down but ain't nobody shook me
They poppin' 3, pops to me ain' nobody stoppin' hookie
I'm the real deal, Monopoly's the Novelty Pussy
'Ole money spittin disrespect on Kent Road
Bet he never went there else he'd probably get choked
By one of the coc whore's, no calls to law
'Cos this toupe wearin faggot's to keen to drop the draws
Or pop open the jaw like you Richard Pryor
Only to wrap it on the cock, get Jack Dwyer'd
Like I said I'm sick and tired, like your rap is
Nice structure, punchlines, but that's all that is
Me I'm classic, you is just plastic
I'm run shit like Asic, you sick for as like Francis-
co 'n co. you know how they get down
You might not know them but y'know the general crowd
Ever since I started I thought this shit was sad
But it's worse when this whole time it's been me against all fags
So I'ma stop the diss, separate the men
From the boys and the girl bathing in the semen
And do one last 16 for the bloggin all stars
On their job, going hard like a pornstar, foreign car...
I came, I saw, I conquered
From killin 'chump to Indy sponsers
Props to all the mobsters, Sly, Billy Bob
Love for the stories from Bakin to Dawg
And on last time I say fuck Monop
But that's all I gotta say plus a "have a nice day"
Stay true, I stunt but I don't do front
I just reinvent the wheel like the real Duchamp
None could calm me let alone harm me
'Cos Edub ain't a burb it's a motherfuckin' army
They spit malarcky but Andy could attest
Man this guy! whoever you are 3pac "you da fuckin best".
Now with that co-sign it's time to de-flame
And let ya'll readin know my real name
3Pac aka Alykta Fukwit Ya
Peace, love and one, this shits been a pleasure...
I'ma killa, Outlaw Guerilla,
Tha casket sealer, Monop tupe peeler
I'm realer, 40 oz. spiller,
40 glocc thriller, Mike Jackson with a miller,
I'ma killa, Outlaw Guerilla,
Tha casket sealer, Duchamp cap peeler
I'm realer, 40 oz. spiller,
40 pops off, cos 3Pac's the realest!
ayy kids
ReplyDeleteseinfeld marathon on tv1
sorry i havent been able to educate you guys
anyways
tl dr
so...
so much hate for my verbal abilities
not feelin me? thats ok, that is just ancillary
ay yo cos my rhymes are so spontaeneous
fountaineous if you will
while yours are gettin extraneous
like a bp oil spil
played out like knoxville
better prepare your will
cos this shits comin at ya
and its bout to get real
i see you cant stop thinkin bout me
its ok, its a common side effect
of bein in my presence, girls get checked,
guys get erect, but hey theres nothin wrong with that
after all you're the outlaw guerilla
you can add bear hunter to that
but your shits played like MJ's thriller
and yo you say this is a battle?
aint no battle, its a war
and just like all the other cattle
your just the next in line for more
cos ive seen your repatoire and its failing you son
to the abbatoire for you then onto the next one
kid you better stop talkin dada
you know nada, just comin out like yada yada
but im like yoda but i only spit the finest
yall can call me broda, or just your highness
yo this shits gettin purple, and you dont get no pink
but my rhymes are more a jackie brown dont you think?
an all star cast of rhymes, make outkast jealous
just like deniro, they so aggressive they zealous
see your rhymes are green, for a different reason
cos you just cant cut it, tryin to commit treason
but like travis bickle
aint gonna just dribble
ima spit so rough
at the end you'll wanna cuddle
your rhymes are so fickle
you got challenges, fiscal
put two and two together
no wonder you're indefinate bachelor
so you talkin to me? ill wreck you just like sport
so go tell your friends and the rest of the cohort
yo this is my epistle
but you know it as your epitaph
so next time just whitsle
ive had enough of this riffraff
313, fuck freeworld
ReplyDelete313, fuck freeworld
313, fuck freeworld