Battle cypher

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  1. L-dopa

    L-dopa New Member

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    choke-a-lot?thats quote's played like shirts with polka dots
    son the only time you spit heat is when your motherfuckin mocha's hot
    is kit dope? is the pope a jock? thats a nope ak.
    you'll get roped and hung from your cock tryin to step to L-dopa's spot
    you a joke or what? your momas callin so its time that you ran along
    your grammars wrong with a game as tight as the pussy on Anna Chong.
    we can go at it hammer and tong coz in the ring im bruisin your brittle frame
    if im after an easy win guess you're my man coz, hey!loser's your middle name
    lame, try usin your little brain if only every once in a while
    dont treat this diss as beef its just the natural response to your style
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  2. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    ^oh, wow, this bitches flow-style, fell off like Bilal/
    I don't respect your skills, your just my lesbian-bi pal//
    who could'nt get "laid" if you were floor "tile"/
    Your style, so foul, it smells like your "bowels"//
    more styles than you could probably think of/
    Your prolly not a girl, just some homo-erotic thug//
    with so many profiles, that it's nothing but game/
    you know the type of dude that puts lower_caps_up_in_your_name//
    like tray_is_the_shit, let me give you some fits./
    It's kit bitch, get left up in a ditch...//
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  3. L-dopa

    L-dopa New Member

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    young 'un you got dumb in the blood? tryin to question my womanhood
    i summon wood from studs whilst thugs use your buns for cummin good
    keep the cliches comin bud.stands to reason youd call me a dyke next
    you slightin my sex coz you're quite repressed.
    its cool you dont like breasts and that yr dream is Reggie Bush in a lycra vest.
    please write some tighter text before callin me bi or queer
    coz if your rep level equals zero your respect aint required here
    the only caps i insert come from gats.you slump when i pump a missle
    chump ive just raised the bar on your sorry ass like a high jump official
    my punch chips off chunks of gristle little boys leave with a stitched ear.
    shiiit!ive got tits but its still not clear as to who's really the bitch here
    its dopa,prick...........technically you get left DOWN in a ditch,dear
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  4. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    Who is the bitch here? Good question, dumb dear/
    Dumb queer, with no cheers, just gay peers//
    You deserve slight sneers, and chuckles/
    If I'm sexually repressed, it's cuz of women like you who got bumpy knuckles//
    Lookin' like you been in a scuffle, and came out on the losin' end of the shuffle/
    I'm like, "You use to look pretty, L-Dopa, damn. How come ya face look like a bag of Ruffles?"//
    Fuck tryin' to cuddle, and makin' you cum in a puddle/
    Cuz us as an item or couple was wack as your sorry rebuttle//
    But, Honestly I'd like to have a lesbian friend or two/
    Cuz every man's fantansy is a menage-a-trois, so maybe we CAN be friends, too?//
    I'd just come and rip two, doggystyle. face in the pillow/
    www.myspace.com/It'sover, cuz I just physically & lyrically "did" you.//
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  5. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    Boom

    bumpy knuckles? kid you go ape shit for m0nkey snuggles
    youre only dope like a junky struggles, money troubles-
    and with the way you play im always forced ta blitz
    my money doubles, you aint shit kid youre the shits !
    ohh baby im sure that ya like ta smoke it raw
    but ill leave you old and dirty bastard, dead from a broken jaw!
    spoken awe, you cant see me cuz you focused wrong
    i suggest you practice ya hokus pokus-
    cuz right now your weak ass just dont belong!
    i fuckin smoked ya mom that dirty bitch!
    wouldnt of had ta hit her but she needs ta learn ta switch!
    ya only think ya sick cuz ya mom's vagina burned mah dick
    I served ya quick, left ya dead in an instant
    cuz bitch your only sick like gettin head from an infant!
    only time ya on point is from a pin prick-
    its like highschool sports, cuz you have never been picked!
    i know youll come back with some below par verse
    just know your the wackest by far, and ive see far worse!
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  6. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    This is lyrical 4th of July, you'll soon die. you poontang pussy/
    Ain't nobody respectin' you. you "ass" like Flower Tucci//
    Gettin' worked by a rookie.. In ya OWN forum/
    Niggas wordering what happend to "Cock-a-lot", thoro floored-him//
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  7. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    kid im tryin to remember when you ever spit a heavy rhyme
    i cant recall it once so let me ask you this-
    hows it feel to lose everytime?
    you might be worth every penny but im worth every dime
    my rhyme's like a levied fine, cuz im taxin ya
    and i have you behind my bars for ya petty crimes
    many signs, pointing to your demise
    nowonder you cant beef properly, you always order fries
    you need to stick to battlin shorter guys
    just ask ya bitch, im too long for your supplies
    speakin of bein fake you even forge your lies
    im like a horde of flies cuz bitch i have you buggin
    you defeatin me? now now cousin-
    speakin of bustin my sexy rhymes leave you tuggin
    just look at ya last words cuz my rhymes above 'em....
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  8. Grimy Hands

    Grimy Hands New Member

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    ^ Straight gayness

    Flows rippin through this scary gay guy
    Bitch is a Joke dick stock up his Throat
    Thats why he sounds like Mary J Blige

    *Change Flow* Aight enough fucking around,check it .

    Ya Cant Even Get a Vote On RM And Like Herbs In Deep Waters, This Dope Cant Swim
    I Break Ya Lyrics Like I Was Poppin A Limb And Like Shaggy Bitches Ya Shit Needs A Trim
    You Cant Spit Clean If Rinsed With Scope And Like Feces Gone Crazy Ya Shit Cant Cope
    Skip Ya Lines Like A Jump Rope And Shits Dirty Like Kids Bein Tagged By A Priest And Pope
    Punches Stickin This Bitch Like Im Boxin Glue
    Fag..Your Mockin Who?
    I Must Be An Armless Produce Worker The Way I Drop This Fruit
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  9. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    cmon kid, that was wack and you know it
    prolly found that shit and dont know who wrote it
    you poet? bitch you write rhymes about drinkin moet
    fake like plastic leather, wack right down to the last letter
    you couldnt have me covered wit ya dads sweater-
    kid ya suck but shit even a fag's better!
    whyd you even hit the submit button?
    next time hit delete-
    it would be the same cuz what you submit's nuthin
    you just a bitch frontin and your bomb's fake kid
    your the only guy i know who tries to see his mom naked
    thought ya had skills? ya talk alotta shit but lack kills-
    and i exposed you like when Lois Einhorn had dills
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  10. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    Bust-a-lot, but neva bustin' glocks or bustin' shots, just bustin' cocks/
    blowin' cocks, suckin' cocks. so, hence his term "Sir Cock-A-Lot"//
    What's up wit you Ock?, still chillin' across the border, close to the T-Dot./
    Did I ever tell you, you look like a females clittoris-g-spot?//
    Just pass the weed, ock. And keep the cypher movin/
    Cuz I mean skillwize, you got a LOT that seems to be unproven...//
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  11. Gsus

    Gsus aka Wordz bka G. Legit

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    Im back...

    Listen...

    Damn this the first line, and Im blowin this kid out like birthday candles...
    Yo the only time this homo get fist jobs...is when he gettin man handled/
    U think I wont play wit ammo...front and u'll win rounds like lennox in the tyson fight...
    Have ya bitch on my dick like gameshows...COME ON DOWN, like the shit was Prices Right/
    U spit better than me, not in ya life....better depend on reincarnation..
    But in that case, my flow like death homeboy...u wouldnt even survive the waitin/
    I aint lyin and hatin...so u better hide ya nerves if Im hurtin ya feelings...
    So if u act hard, just know I aint the big bad wolf...Im the Taliban to big buildings/
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  12. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    kid you aint no Saint and you will never be-Micheal
    but what we can tell from ya rhymes is you like to re-cycle!
    Ive fucked you many times, left you reminicing about cock
    please kid fill us in, whats the definition of "ock"?
    you use the word freely, like its supposed to mean somethin
    revealing your a bitch better than if you were to bleed monthly
    shit kid cmon, please just give up the act
    i can rhyme in past tense, and all ya disses be wacked!
    you havent beat me once, and will never see the day
    Call me the homophobic, im straight - and you be the gay
    my rhymes cause bitches to cum becuz im tittilating
    dont worry, i only go easy on you cuz id never hit a lady
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  13. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    ^This kid went back, copy-n-pasted, quoted my lines/
    Woooh!, yippeee!, your the greatest TEXTCEE of ALL TIME!//
    Fuck outta here, before I smash, leave ya grill like a car crash/
    Cuz your bigger piece of Canadian trash, than Steve Nash!//
    The 4-5th a blast, blow ya back out/
    Who you tryin' to be Socrates? Well "Father of time". your time has ran out!//

    your a feminine version of eminem, don't get stomp by my timberlands/
    leave you trembling, hemerging, and what's worse, trying to sing!//
    that's right, quit rap, before you get kidnapped, wrist-slashed/
    ya bitch-ass, fake-ass, Teddy Pendergrass-ass!//
    ya low-class, put- you in a weight loss class,/
    till ya fat ass finally decides to pass//
    I'll escort, your ass, revoke your rapmusic pass/
    and throw you in the trash, next to spoiled food smellin' like ass//
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  14. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    Murdered him.....Again and again and again and again

    get your geography right, calgary is nowhere near Toronto
    If Rap was the lone ranger id be him and youd be Tonto
    i dont even watch basketball so motherfuck your Steve nash
    we had a verbal exchange and now youre all spent like a fiends cash
    youre ghetto kid, cuz ya going down for what you packin'
    my time only ran out becuz i was about ta jack him
    half ya shit is retarded take "suck as snot" for example
    if skill was all ya had what you fucking got isnt ample
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  15. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    These 4 things describes ya flow,
    Tiered and sleepy, dumb and slow
    Ya style and flow,
    out write Lacking velocity,
    your whole Particular kind is sloppy
    face it!
    you a glitch, Niccca be silent,
    you need to re-write it
    your flow is re-united wit with riots
    You make me laugh!
    try-in to disturb 6 peace
    Step back lame or catch 6--2 piece...​
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  16. L-dopa

    L-dopa New Member

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    'Step back lame or catch 6--2 piece'


    caught kickin it to six year olds in a two piece
    an afterschool feast with your tool greased
    didnt fool police
    now the courts got you labelled a cruel beast
    cool it chief
    i put six feet on the ground like a cockroach
    feed off my host,adopt his approach
    push all my nonsense words to the center-recipe for a hot post!!!
    aint just beef .i bring pot roast
    check my velocity
    the flows low on viscosity
    half your terms dont make sense please supply a quick glossary ​
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  17. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    It read just like did, velocity :THE “RATE” OF HIS RHYME LACKED VELOCITY...
    If I wanted to use a “hence to flow” definition I would have...
    But here’s one for you..

    What’s smarting me mad
    is the dictionary word sprayers,
    Hence the flow of the above naysayer,
    heres a rhyme 4 her....
    picture this me a boxer biting and
    rip-in your whole click ,
    writing and disturbing your whole set
    "whoa!"
    Like a pit I vise grip,
    I bite quick, cling till you Get sick
    cut off ya air till ya stop breath"n"
    tell ya eyes roll up and you stop move"n"
    And blood start rush-in from ya ears
    You see how I twist and spit lyric dear
    See how my lyrics bite you like Holyfield
    A! I spit lyrics at ya until you get that holey feel
    Thats how i'm coming at you for real...​


    I’m parched! Anybody got some water
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  18. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    ^I did'nt take the time to read ya verse, take the time to see you hurt/
    Just let the gun burst, ain't got no time to see you lay, picked-up, then in the hurst//
    Your pussier than your girlfriends pantylines, I'll damage your spine/
    Damage you kind with lines that'll damage your rhymes//
    Damaged in time, you'll be an amatuer-mime, with amatuer rhymes/
    I guess it's Jeru The Damaja's time//
    your finished einstein.

    ^What I got isn't ample, but what I spit'll leave you physically trampled/
    manhandled, with your t.v. show possibly cancelled//
    Light the candle, burn you over the fire while I'm prayin/
    You could have 10-ft arms, and skillwize I'd still be out of reach, until I dumb myself down for the occasion//
    My rhymes steady blazin', and it really got you fadin'/
    simply amazin', how I made you shrivle-up into a raisin and left your chest caved-in//
    Who you playin'? I'll take you to gym-class, with your bitch ass/
    You don't have to watch basketball to know I'm dunkin' on YOU AND Steve Nash!//
    Quit sparkin' the green hash, weed is bad for you indeed/
    Cuz it got you thinkin' Fuck the NFL, this the Canadian Football League?//
    I mean really I've seen rediculous shit, but this probably is worser/
    I'll serve you in a forum, and verbally toss back and forth across the border//
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  19. Gsus

    Gsus aka Wordz bka G. Legit

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    who is this guy?

    Listen...

    Lyrically u bologna homie, cuz in a battle, u get ate like cold cuts...
    Kid walkin wit his chest out, cuz he got breast now, talkin bout he swole up/

    Dude u know what? when labels like miners, they wouldnt hurry to Cali if u caused the "Gold" rush... (record sales for the slow)
    Yeah I got jokes, so what...Im clownin ya homeboy, but ya girl know that aint the only way I bust guts/

    Dude u suck at rap, so in a thread like this...I know u always down for the occassion...
    But when fame is like pussy...I swim in the waterfalls, u be chasin/
    Im fuckin amazin...
    U get bitches I done played in...cuz I got the same type of memories in ya room, wit ya girl...as I do after the prom, at the Days Inn/
    And I aint gonna front, u get play kid....but its not cuz ya good...its cuz of how many times u've been, traded/

    So wit this verse, I aint just de-feet ya, I knocked ya socks off...
    so when u come at me, u betta bust more times...
    than kernels in a bag when u cookin popcorn dawg/

    yeah I used a de-feet line, so what, yall still aint fuckin wit me...
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  20. M-O-A Thug

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    ^You, ain't battlin', cut all your emotional jabberin', hit you with a javelin'/
    make you do some travelin', oh here's this fag again, oh GZUS the sakkarin//
    Reeks on your voice, just a pussy moist, the trophy I hoist/
    You have no choice, this battle's over, I took it, call it "invoice"//
    Fuck pain, but don't fuck wit propane, butane, mucous membrane/
    you must be insane, you punched like Henry Carter "The Hurricane"//
    Just a "bitch" like Rick James, body parts mamed, your just another no-name/
    This Lion's tamed, that's the end of his reign, I'm like a tagger going for fame//
    Your like a faggot, suckin' your old flame, I'm dope like Cocaine/
    I don't feel your verse, like Novacaine//
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