Monday, May 31, 2010

Duchamp is the shit


Fuck horny/mysterious stranger, who are YOU good sir?
as witnessed in the "raps" post comments:
Duchamp said...
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

Duchamp said...
cant i be both
wet bitches cut stitches
no hitches so clean
aint never heard a rhyme spitting,
fine gent like me
May 30, 2010 10:15 PM

56 comments:

  1. labels: duchamp
    rhymes 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

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  2. been workin on a little somethin
    serious 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

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  3. we need a horny mysterious stranger vs duchamp battle asap.

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  4. omg i want this guy inside me

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  5. ayo, hold up guys,
    this 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.

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  6. LOL who was that?!!
    whats going onnnnnnnn

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  7. Dear parentals of Sly Guy,

    Your 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

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  8. I will break my foot off in your ass woman.

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  10. ok cool
    @ 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

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  11. I love this blog...LOL!!!! hahahaha

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  12. OK FINE, i am duchamp!........................................................................................



    nah i'm lyin, shorty on my mind... shorty like a fryin' pan

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  13. shorty on HIS mind! yezzur

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  14. Weazy F Baby keys to the ladies, keys to the cedes! FINE i'm Du champ! Nah im fukkin wit ya

    Yo BIG PAC can i take a picture
    man fuck yo camera!

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  15. ay yo,
    im 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

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  16. 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

    nah but sly guys rap is the best so far

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  17. indy,
    your words are like whispered sweet nothings piercing my heart

    wont you speak more to me in your prose so fair?

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  18. hey look its duchamp 'dachump'
    just 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...........

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  19. lol billybob
    ima 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

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  20. There's something wrong wit u duchamp
    it'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"

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  21. Yo DUCHAMP, who you think you messin wit?
    all 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

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  22. ayo this rap game is all a joke,
    cause 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

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  23. yo haters be hatin
    yet 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

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  24. i love haters, what are you sayin?
    its 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.

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  25. 'cause you got rhyme porblems and i feel bad for you son
    but you got 99 others and your spit's just one'

    - obviously best line so far

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  26. yeah, i have to agree that is probably the best line

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  27. crush me with short words?
    like 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

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  28. now just before u try and claim this rap throne
    i 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!

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  29. Indy said...

    '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.

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  30. you better keep it short, you're really startin to force it
    its 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

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  31. Okay this shit is just fucked
    This 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

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  32. 3pac? please youre like 2pac minus 2
    your 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

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  33. Oh my fucking god, this shit is so gay
    A 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"

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  34. OMG 3pac and pappa-dawg are the shit! lol

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  35. LOL! Is this still going?

    Come on Duchamp keep on going!

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  36. there aint no 'the' in "3pac is the shit"
    cos 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

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  37. duchamp are you still goin on and on?
    dude, 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.

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  38. Oh my fucking God...
    Alright 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

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  39. yea fuck du champ, and bitches too
    comehitthis 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!

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  40. here to kick a lil freestyle, 613 repping....aite lez go,

    listen 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

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  41. ayo joe somebody, u smell that? i smell bullshit son!

    yo
    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!

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  42. What the shit?! Oh my fucking...
    Nah 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*

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  43. Word up to the shout out 3pac.

    last 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.

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  44. I'm New Coke everyone hatin' on me.
    Lyrics 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...

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  45. YO i gots similar story it goes something like this

    hangin 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!

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  46. I ain't got no motherfuckin friends,
    That'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

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  47. i wasnt that bad was i? hey guys could u really hear me talking during the speech??????

    and 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

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  48. horny/mysterious strangerJune 14, 2010 at 10:58 PM

    WTF, there was rap beef and i wasn't informed!:(

    p.s 3pac ur the new ghetto superstar, so reveal who you are.

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  49. yo this me sigining off, the feds are hot on ass
    blunt 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!

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  50. @3pac

    I 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."

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  51. andy, that line bout crez and his crazy eyes for tits cracked me up!!!!
    FUCKING LOL

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  52. I'm so sick of this rap shit,
    Battle 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!

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  53. ayy kids
    seinfeld 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

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  54. 313, fuck freeworld
    313, fuck freeworld
    313, fuck freeworld

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