Tiburon
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Dissin' my rhymes, thinking yours are better, you talk a lot smack,
Unfortunately, since we came back from them game, you've haven't been able to get back on track.
You're slippin', you're fallin', you can't get up, you got no skill,
I'm smellin' the blood and I'm comin' in for the kill.
This is my house, my yard, my turf,
You better get out before you get hurt.
No offense to AM, but you're more at his level,
I don't even have to spit, you'll run when you hear my bass and my treble.
Right now my skills are dormant, you don't want to wake the beast,
You know my lines will shred you up, and on that fear I feast.
I'm just waitin for you to step up to the plate rookie
Everyone grab a phone, call up your bookie
Bet on Tib and you'll get your money's worth
Kanucks25 is about to get dropped in the dirt
I'll rough you up anywhere you want, your turf or mine
If you can't see that you must just be blind
I'll set up an appointment for you and Arctic Monkeys
Got this game on lockdown and only I got the keys
Time to get rid of you, time for a tussle
Time to go to the gym, time for you to get some muscle
I'll shred you to pieces, feed you to the hungry
Make mince meat outta you, here kids, have some lunch meat
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really? i've seen that movie but like 5 years ago.
it started off in my head as MC Homo, but nothing good rhymed with that. so i changed it to fa.ggot.
Oh lol
I dunno, just when I heard that line it reminded me of 8 mile
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lets compare and contrast
you speak slow, i spit fast
i drop more knowledge than a library
paranoid, always wary
your rhymes as childish as the tooth fairy
enough fun and games
i crash through the barricade
drop the glock and gallus domesticus the grenade
then sit back in the shade
and watch you go up in flames
wanna beat me? you ain't got the heart to
legendary diss, they callin this Ether part 2
i visualize my thoughts, then rap it
destroying emcees is a habit
kid you need to quit, you cant hack it
arctic monkeys? nah you looking like MC fa.ggot
I'm sensin a 8 mile influence there lol
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You go from one place to the other
What happened? You slippin on butter?
I took a shower today, I got my power
I smell good, smell like a flower
Don't talk about my mama
You keep going, I'm gonna bat you bubba
You use "deep" words but use em the wrong way
Take another look at your posts, they sway
I can keep on going, but I'll stick with the humor side
I can get personal, like saying how your mama's pu55y is wide
Lemme call the optometrist, I don't think your eyesights in check
Actually listen to what I'm sayin and you'll see I'm the best yet
Thinkin I'm goin from one place to the other
Then rhymin that line with slippin on butter?
Hahaha to that I must take a chuckle, I admit you can make me laugh
But this aint a comedy man, its a tragedy, your about to have a heart attack
Live your last moments of short life carefully
I'll be at your open casket with explosives, truthfully
I ain't just happy with you bein in a casket
I'm shootin up your funeral with the nines in my jacket
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Like I said before, bro you're losing your touch,
Takin' lines from me and Monkeys, what you got left ain't much.
I'm still in park, you don't want me to hit the clutch,
I'll run you down you'll need a crutch.
Now you're tellin' me to fly a kite? You're really goin' down the tubes
I'm still droppin' bombs and recently you're as cold as ice cubes.
Just ask my n!gga Arctic, who's the lyrical don,
In this rap game, you're just a chimp and I'm King Kong.
Come on bro, how can you tell me i'm the one thats slippin
Rhyming clutch with crutch, so simple you must be trippin
Jumpin on AM's dick, you guys look cute when you kissin
Thinkin you King Kong, more bullcrap is what your verse is really missin
Don't even try to get intellectual, stick to your dissin
At least its not half bad, but if you wanna learn just listen
Hear that, changed my flow up, this is too easy
I'm the true don, the best there is, frack Weezy
This would have been lyrical homicide
Too bad my rhymes made you commit suicide
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That was a titanic dive
Go outside and take a drive
That may be the worst rap I have ever seen
Isn't there poetry classes at school? You ever been?
I thought you were going to come up with an explosion
But dude, damn, that was just atrocious
I know I'm not the best and not the King
But right now, I'm making you look like the Queen.
I don't have time for you fools
Cause all I see are drools.
Homie I only got 2 words for you
Suck it, dam 2 mouths feels so good
I'm sure your mother wants to spend more time with her son
Here's her chance, try deepthroatin AM, learn from your mom
Shot to the eye, shot to the chest, dam I just can't miss
Layin back chillin, ignorance ain't crap, now this is bliss
My bad if I crossed a line I had to hit 'em up
Mess with the King and your gonna get tossed up
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You're raps are gettin' weaker and weaker, I know you can feel it,
You dug you're own grave, and you're coffin? the venom i spit will seal it.
Fool you need a fresh style. Look at you, you're talkin' about dogs and pie,
You're pretty much battlin' yourself now, I don't even have to try.
Show me where I repeated a line, and by the way, I already used chedda a while ago,
Face it, it's over now, you had a pretty good run, though.
You're lines are lyrical disasters, and I'm the master,
I'm stronger, I'm faster. I'm god and you're just a pastor.
Look to the screen, all I see is yada yada yada
Your intelligence is miserable, sure your not some crackhead's daughter
But I guess it works for some, as they say, ignorance is bliss
I haven't tried in a single verse, this is my promise
I know your over there sweat drippin down, nerves all rattled
Your mistake was replyin to me, you shouldn't have battled
I gotta thank you though, cause your a time killer
My friday night was boring, rappin against a clown made for a good filler
Talkin like your a big shot, claimin you god
Did you just get into this country, huh Mr. Fob?
This rap game is mine, but I don't play by the rules
I work lyrical wizardry, my rhymes make 'em drool
I ain't tryin to hurt you feelings, but I'm tellin you to go fly a kite
Before I murder you, I'm tryin to be polite
Quit while you have some dignity
Actually that ship has sailed, I got one feelin for you, and thats pity
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Look at you, talking about dressing up a dog
Your rap just looks like morning fog
Changing the end of words so they rhyme is lame
You think you're the king? It's time for me to tame
Ammo you say?
I'll make you pay
Playing with his mind? Play with mine
Kanucks man hand this guy your rhyme book
Your flows so weak, makes you look like a goof
You need to go back to school kid
Don't make me slap you upside the forehead
I don't just put words together when I rap
I'm like rambo homie you know I'm strapped
I'm not that guy just tryin to beat you
I'll cut you up in pieces and eat you
Don't even try, go back to whatever it is you do
Me and Kanucks25 will make you look like a fool
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I can tell by your rhymes, you're runnin' outta ammunition,
I'm still runnin' strong, locked and loaded, man on a mission.
I'm eating pie? You really got me good there,
I can tell you're frustrated 'cause there's nothin' left, you're pullin' out your hair.
There's no more gas in your tank, you're all burnt out,
I can shred you all night, that's what I'm about.
I make you shudder, I make you squeal,
I instill fear, you're sweatin' more than Shaquille.
This isn't close to my best, I can bring the pain,
If I bring my top game, it'll make you go insane.
Didn't I just tell you I'm only gettin started?
Your just a joke, I think it's time we parted
If I went full out I would win by a landslide
I must not have been clear, go eat some man-pie
Dress a dog up, in the end its still a dog
No matter what your just a weakling hiding in the fog
Thinkin that you can put words together that rhyme you clever
I got proof in my pockets, they overloadin with chedda
All this time I just been playin with your mind
I think your goin insane, cause I'm hearin the same raps, line after line
You want more from the King? Be careful what you wish for
I got plenty of ammo left, hell yea I can dish more
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I'm back and I can go forever, I'm a frackin' machine,
battle any longer and I'll make it a murder scene.
Like Ray Charles you can Hit the Road Jack,
You keep comin' back you must be on the crack.
I'll destroy you, I'll knock you out,
I'm Ali and you're Clay, this ain't a fair bout.
Disgrace? Hardly, I'm the friggen', champ,
I'm Hitler, and you're the only prisoner in this concentration camp.
Are you stupid or just mentally retarded
Your a joke, i'm just getting started
Got something in your throat? I hear you chokin
Quick someone give him the heimlech, nah I'm jokin
Your an embarresment, we'll leave you to die
It's your only way out on this seesaw ride
I'm sittin up high, lookin down on you, figuratively
Man I think your eatin too much pie, literally
You couldnt reach me if you were jack with his beanstalk
This is a murder scene, someone pass me the chalk
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You people are rapping again?
This is pretty good
Lol I have nothing else to do tonight
So bored might as well
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It's not a fever, but I'm know I'm sick,
To me rappin' is natural, for you it's a shtick.
You talking about glocks and hoods, boy we're in the Lower Mainland,
This isn't Cali, we can't even get tanned.
I guess we'll keep battlin', but you're gonna get harmed,
My words be my weapon, and you're obviously unarmed.
Yeah we're brothers, we're both brown
But I'll take you out homie, CDC will be screamin', "MAN DOWN!"
I will also be back after the game
Lets get back to business...
Poor baby you sick, heres some chicken soup
Your worse off than Soulja Boy, making your points moot
This aint no freestyle battle this is lyrical slaughter
CDC knows, Tiburon, there ain't nobody hotter
Yea they've been screaming "Man down"
It was after my first response against you clown
The people have spoken, lets see if you still show your face
Don't worry, my raps make everyone feel like a disgrace
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It's not a fever, but I'm know I'm sick,
To me rappin' is natural, for you it's a shtick.
You talking about glocks and hoods, boy we're in the Lower Mainland,
This isn't Cali, we can't even get tanned.
I guess we'll keep battlin', but you're gonna get harmed,
My words be my weapon, and you're obviously unarmed.
Yeah we're brothers, we're both brown
But I'll take you out homie, CDC will be screamin', "MAN DOWN!"
I will also be back after the game
Lol before I go, your brown too?
See ya after the game I guess lol
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You might be colder, but I drop it like its hot,
Like a clock I go 24 hours the way I tick and I tock.
You keep comin' back, your not being very smart,
I'm not even warm yet, you don't want to give me a jump start.
Get out now, get out while you can,
Get out fast, ask a Mod for a ban.
You'll be easily destroyed, it'll be just ridiculous,
If you want to get past this Devil you'll need God's Bless.
Only reason your still here is cause i'm takin it easy, you must think your clever
Drop it like its hot? That must just be a fever
Yea you hallucinatin already thinkin you a clock
Goin 24 hours? Not what your girl said before I shot her with my glock
Ran through your hood and shot up your whole block
Here's a 20, go catch that movie seven pounds
I'm tryin give you an out, cause I know you can't go more rounds
I think thats 4 raps each.. we should have the people judge who's better lol
Either that or continue later cause i'm watch the game
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I'll end it right here, this is getting out of hand.
My rhymes sting like spice, yours are bland.
I think you need the yellow book, maybe buy some better lines,
I can murder with these words, don't need AK's and nines.
Now run along, your at Wilboy's level,
I'm sick, ripped, twisted and savage like the Devil.
I'll run you down boy, I'm the bulldozer,
Never post again, it's game over.
Your still here? Man time to dust off the shoulders
My flows sick there ain't anybody colder
I'm like the iceburg that sunk the titanic
I gotta life jacket for you kid, don't panic
Come back with another verse I'm come after you in the water
The instinct of a shark I'll eat your mother and your father
Why don't we ask the people who they like better
Like Obama I'm win cause I'm a go-getter
Think your a gangsta? Think you can pop your collar?
Now its game over, don't pass go, don't collect 200 dollars
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You guys call that rap?
That stuff is wack
Remember boys, you guys are brown, not black
Kanucks25 entering my profile trying to rhyme with me
Get lost already you wannabe
I think i'll join in on the fun, let's make it three
I'm tell you this once, if you wanna talk raise your hand
Your rhymes are weak I need to take you back to school
Listen to me and quit listenin to those weak bands
That garbage has you lookin like a grade A fool
See my flow I switched it up
If you feelin me put your lighters up
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Sure I'll battle you, it ain't that hard,
I destroy fools like you, it's my calling card.
Nobody is jealous of you bro, you're just a fake,
This rap "battle" be as easy as cake.
You're lines are weak, spittin' them is a crime,
No rhyme book has slayed more fools than mine.
You can bring it to my yard, but you'll be running out,
I'll eliminate you, and you'll have nothin' to talk about.
After that last rap I thought I'd be hearin you say bye
Do you blaze cause i'm thinkin your high
What are you still doing here, i'm on a whole 'nother level
Time for me to bury you, anyone gotta shovel
I can't see your calling card, I just took a dump on it
Took your rhyme book.. dam homie no pages in it?
Who do think you are talkin about elimination
Like Benny Benassi, its my satisfaction
If your crazy come back with another verse
I'll get the yellow pages find you a nice hearse
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Your rhymes are weak, and same with the guy above,
I can tell by your raps, your as white as a dove.
I'm the real gangsta, you're just a phony,
You frackin' with the best like that Montana named Tony.
My flow is sick, my rhymes be betta',
If I went pro, I'd get that chedda'.
You want some advice? Don't spit back,
I spit venom, it'll make you go whack.
Dam is you serious, tryin to battle me?
frack Tony Montana I'm the real G
White as a dove, man don't get it twisted
I'm brown, remember that or me and my homies will give you a facelift
My flow's fluid, my rhymes are ice cold
In this rap game you couldn't beat a 2 year old
Only venom here is the poison comin outta my mouth
Make me go whack? My craziness will make you pout
See people are just jealous of my skills
Join the club, poke fun, only thing that helps is takin pills
You can't beat me in this game
Squashin you will only add to my fame
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If we're gonna dish
I'm gonna call you Fish
Because you're new
To this is wicked crew
You're like Scoffield
Fresh to this battlefield
I've got nothing left in the tank to go on
So here you go, knock em dead, Tiburon
Nice nice, well I guess I gotta give 'em part 2
Can't really think right now but this aint hard to do
We raggin on Kanucks25 for now?
He's cool in my book but for now he's a clown
Come on man you didn't even know what the Latenight Lounge is
This is a place to kick back, grab a drink and down it
You hungry man? lemme get some fish food
I'm just playin I don't wanna make you look like a fool
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I'd post my pick but the way you guys treat obese people i wont.
Your not overweight your undertall
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Me And My Drank - Lil' Wayne
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It's a possibility
Anything's possible
Who wants to make it happen
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Hmm got no plans for tonight
Anyone up for a rap battle later
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'08 Rap Up - Skillz
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That last line just killed it
Sick