Come at me bro.

I could tell by your first two lines that your verse was gonna be weak,
I may go to bed, but losers like you get put to sleep.
And you are the absolute furthest from the dean of Compton
If you tried to rep I bet you get your fuckin' face stomped in.
What gun's gonna be in your next verse? Desert Eagle or Ruger?
Maybe you're broke cause you keep buying guns you dumb loser.
You are NOT a thug, so just quit with the act.
And if you're gonna talk guns at least come sick with the raps.
Cause I swear to God, kid, that my bullets could make you holey,
I'll pull out my pistol quick and make you dip like guacamole
See I come with the punchlines and the wordplay ingenuity
If he can't think of good rhymes, the fuck you think this kid could do to me?
People come in here thinking you'll battle them but instead
Mods will come and ban me for fucking hijacking your thread
I stated in my last verse that those would be my last bars
But then I remembered I enjoyed making you look like a retard

EZ

 

Your penis smells like moldy cheese
The look and smell makes any woman vomit with ease
Walking down the street the smell catches a breeze
Get the fuck away from Sythe please

 

I'll respond back in a bit. Going to go do some stuff.

..../facepalm - I'm not even going to bother.

 

Half of your rap, doesn't even relate
So stop trying, and go home
The library closes at 8.

 

waiting....

 

Thug 4 Life, high 'till I die
You overdo your raps, try to keep it simple and plain
But, at the same time, try to make it meaningful
Fuck you and your insults, it's becoming a pain
Talking shit, as if you've ever been a fight
Stop criticizing me if you're going to be a hypocrite, aight?
My raps may seem weak to you and to others too
Only reason is, I don't take one hour to spit shit
Hop off my dick, and blow Delta's dick as if it's your dream come true
Closest thing you'll get to being sexual active, you fool
Bitch kids be pissin' a fit
But, I say fuck 'em when I buck 'em
Gettin' higher than a muthaphukka but, I'm a gangster
Is that what them other muthaphukka's is yellin?
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Go get laid, hun.

 

Tic Tac Toe, who's the ho?
Sick rhymes, but what'cha on about though?
Tossin' dimes like you're making a salad
Ehh, fuck that, it ain't even valid
Since when do family members get involved?
Talk that shit to an OG and get dissolved
Cut it off, with that "hard street shit"
And stop trying to throw a fit
Or you'll be receiving a hit

 

You had like an hour, and that's the best you could come up with?
I feel really bad for your mother when you go out in public.
You need to re-do your hooked on phonics or study some ebonics,
The only crime you committed is being wack, now isn't that ironic.
I could rap about stupid shit and everyone would say I'm better,
Cause looking at your rhymes, that shit's cheesier than cheddar.
This bitch gets real jealous when I come and spit the fire,
You just mad cause I'm hot, dog - Oscar Mayer.
You need to lay low or go play some Halo,
Cause everyone here knows you're softer than Play-Doh.
You get eat up like alfredo, blown away like a tornado
You make yourself a bigger ass than J-Lo.
You said you had to do stuff, but we all know that ain't true.
You're not doing anybody, you're only doing you.
I've been in fight's before, they ended up kinda like this -
Me shitting all over you, now I gotta take a piss.

 

I'm having a brainfart ATM, this is all I can give you for now, lol. I'll finish it later when I get some rest.

From L.A. Cali to Brooklyn New York
Straight thuggin', hustlin', and fuckin'
Take a shot of Hennessy and fuck over my enemies
Pushin' the gas as my glocks blast on your punk ass
My history with the police is "Check the crime rate"
Fuck being jealous, that's the least effect you have on me
Don't fuck with me or any of my homies from the CPT
I got my niggaz all across the muthaphukkin' land, that's down with the E-A-Z-Y-E

 

If they were still alive, I'm pretty damn sure
Those three rappers would not wanna be in your signature.
You're so wack that whenever you spit a bar,
Your Compton homies pretend to not know who you are.
You should just post a song, and pray that I don't notice,
Because your chances of beating me are pretty much hopeless.
I hope that you don't ever try to make a track
Because you are the gangsta rap version of Rebecca Black

 

>mfw half of that was tupac's lyrics.

 

Didn't even sleep last night, so, I'm having too many brainfarts.

I'll continue this thread tomorrow when I get some sleep, lol.

Btw, the only part of my rhyme that was Tupac's was the "Check the crime rate" one. The rest were mines.

 

"Pushin' the gas as my glocks blast "
"My history with the police is "Check the crime rate""
"Don't fuck with me or any of my homies from the CPT"

Those were all bitten, Probably the other ones were also.

Do yourself a favor and leave, no one likes a biter.

 

LOL, last line isn't from Tupac or from anyone, dumb-ass. As for pushin' the gas, yes, but, I extended it so, it's not really copying.

 

Actually yes it is.
You're a biter, make your own rhymes. Quit biting.

Quite funny tbh.

Also when you said "I extended it so it's not really copying"

Alright so i'm going to take a whole song, and extend it by a few words and name it my own.
You make a lot of sense.

I'm done posting on your fake thread, biter.
OP is fag.

 

How the fuck is the last line from Tupac? Do you even know WTF CPT even means? It means Compton and Tupac was never from Compton, dumb-ass. Go Google the living fuck out of that line, you won't find a match for it.

 

I did not say tupac wrote the last line?

I said the lines were stolen.
Learn to read, moron.

 

Bro, it's my thread now, didn't you read. Like my 4th verse or some shit.

 

No, go away.

Brahhh, please. You take your sweet ass time to respond. Your last verse took you 4 - 5 hours. LOL

Plus, I bet you're using help.

 

Go get your ass in NER if you're so good.