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i saw ur mum that day
stuck a snooker cue up her bum that day
stuck a snooker cue up her bum that day
i saw ur mum that day
stuck a snooker cue up her bum that day
Butchering words to try to make rhymes -
Hasn't your dumb ass learned anything since the last time?
Lyricism is a strict trait not meant to be played up
and you just keep it high on suck
Stuck on your shit lines like a blind man in a long piss line.
Never ending.
Let me transcend this and send this to the 6th dimension
because all of this time you can't even think in.

This is a rap battle, not a poetry session
Go back and rewind, it's time you re-learn a lesson
I'm the best, a lyricist, a legend in ALL minds,
Remember this the next time you flow, the next time you TRY
But it's like Yoda said, There is no fukkin try Luke
You're a peasant amongst mortals, I'm God high up on my stoop
You too stupid to realize that you're much less than I am
Next time you come back, bring some REAL competition.
Is that all you've got?
That was generally your best shot.
I've been reading your rhymes and you seem to act tough.
Half of your words don't even match up.
Some rhymes were good but not enough to stop anyone else from trying.
Please stop, I'm laughing and almost dying.
I'm just about to get started.
So people stand by, Zombie has already departed.
I know I'm here bigging myself up and trying to provoke.
But when you attempt to reply, please don't choke.
One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain
Then they met me, i picked up the mic, now the pain drive's them insane
I don't choke, 'less its on the good kush
You don't choke unless you're also get shit pushed
That's the keyword, you're trying and I'm not,
3 bars, 6 lines, and I'm still the one on top.
You're a white boy from Salt Lake City.
Home of the Mormons, you're a poor man, and all your bars are shitty.
And poetry contest bitch? Rap is poetry in motion
a flow of devotion from the lips of the followers
and all you can do this in is short bursts
but from my mouth is nothing but the first rate spit
I drop bombs more than cat bitches buy cat shit
'Cause they're lonely just like you're the one and only
little ghetto white boy homie on the street corner choking out lines.
We can't even make out your lines most of the time.
It's a shame.

I thought you were done dying,
It's time you quit tryin,
no lyin
I'm a king, ya can't compete,
Ya say you a g,
But talk shit against street
Been a street kid for years
You maybe the g of the alphabet
for Get the fukk out,
I won again, best believe you don't want to bet.
It's funny because all of your words are half-cut and made up.
Even Google Translate and auto-correct have had enough.
You think highly of yourself but you're nothing.
Half of what you say you're really bluffing.
You've been a street kid because that's how life goes.
I can really see that now, your childhood shows.
Go back to basic poetry you need to learn a few things.
Maybe change your dress sense, your covered in bling.
I ain't bluffin shit,
you piunk lame little bitch,
I'm the realest one I know,
I'm as real as it gets,
Bling I can't afford it,
I'm barely gettin by,
Life you can't afford it,
It'd be better if you'd die
I AM the shit, a bamf,
a BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKER,
Ya dont believe me ya little bitch?
Ask you mother when I fucked her.
Ha Ha Ha,
Yes you know,
Robzombie179 is a hoe,
he goes from door to door,
cause he is a fucking whore.
Hell yeah im a whore,
Ask yo momma and your aunti,
ask your sister and your daughter,
Now your thinking 'no this cant be'
but it is what it is
its outta your control
another punk beat,
now it's time i smoke a bowl

I'm just wondering, are you aspiring to become a rapper?
Because those whack verses aren't helping your desires.
You're better off becoming a plumber and spitting your shit into the crapper.
Oh wait, you probably can't do that either. It's okay, I'll hire you to hand out fliers.
Welcome to my hostel, welcome to my brothel, where all the girls take a mouthful.
9 millimeter Berretta, Italian made, the Navy loaded it up, with 15 NATO, M-M-8s.
$8 for 1, or $5 for 2, that's the price tag, its up to you.
Bitch please, this thread's BEEN~ABOLISHED
Empty, like the last time you kids SEEN~YA~WALLETS
When y'all step about how you MADE~THESE~MURDERS
I pay as much attention as Grave PAYS~HIS~WORKERS
Ain't no one spittin' fire that GENERATE~HEAT
Y'all rhymes are limp, they don't PENETRATE~DEEP
Try speaking about something that actually HAPPENED
Cause twitchin' when you clickin' is the only time you seen necks SNAPPIN'

The king of the sythe RS gold trade since 2007 gots raps.
I really liked the liked the line "Try speaking about something that actually HAPPENED."
This generation of kids are so deeply attached to social media, smartphones, and the internet, they are losing their ability to communicate with one another.


