Guest ONYX Posted January 14, 2007 Report Share Posted January 14, 2007 [quote name='ColorChanginClique' post='426652' date='Jan 13 2007, 08:08 PM']you the one who’s queer, singin that gay ass commercial after this verse, I’ma leave ya needin a walker, like Herschel you say I’ll neva take ya throne? I will, watch me prove it I’m about to snatch ya crown with ya head still attached to it my rhymes is sizzlin, yours is raw like a cucumber you claim ya tough, I call ya bluff, like it had a phone number Brandy and Roberta? Stop lyin! You only neckin minors my rhymes got you panickin like bombs with 30 second timers all those candy refrences, aint do nothin but make laugh my style is bovine, cause I’m bout to slaughter you like a calf with this left hook, this right jab, right to your chin I knock you out like 10 shots of vodka and gin I’m a fast car you stupid dog, you’ll never fetch me I’m so fuckin sick, I got AIDS scared to catch me dickriders like Palmer4HOF, I’ll blow apart your mental your posts serve no fuckin purpose, like a broken pencil after this one, I’ll be damned if you aint hospitalized cause on a scale of 1-10, I am a twenty five with these words, I’ll leave you blown to smidgeons shittin on you from high above like I’m a homing pigeon[/quote] [color="#FF0000"][b]Dont hate on Palmer4HOF, he knows my rhymes are sick Hell, you ride whodey85 like that Butkis named Dick Little boy, you aint dethroning me, you betta get a grip If I see you after my crown, Im gonna bust yo' lip My rhyme is a cucumber but at least it's real though Your girl dont seem to mind, she uses it as a dildo And when the time is right I give her my sweet pickle Then I dominate that ass like a Russian hammer and sickle Warning, this aint a bluff kid, be careful, or your dome will get dent Got so many hoes following me around, you'd think I'm wit Sprint Dont worry, my girls are young but believe me, they're legal If they 18 are over, you know I got them spread eagle I'll never panic because the O just can't lose Beating me is Mission Impossible, bitch, I'm Tom Cruise Go back to school son, you need to get tutored Keep on messin' wit me son, yo' ass will get neutered Words are one thing but pure talent, you just can't teach Offered your mom some rum but all she wanted was sex on the beach I'm a dog alright, I'll just watch you drive off and leave me alone Then like ole' Rover I bend yo' bitch over and give her my bone Really son, you're cartoonish like that kid movie Cars To hell wit AIDS my rhymes are killing yo' ass like SARS How you gonna call someone mental, when you're crazy in the head? Palmer4HOF posts may be a broken pencil, but at least he has lead Where's my money hoe?, cause you about to get a pimp smack Pigeon my ass, you that duck screaming AFLAC[/b][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ColorChanginClique Posted January 14, 2007 Report Share Posted January 14, 2007 [quote name='sneaky' post='426798' date='Jan 14 2007, 09:44 AM'][color="#FF0000"][b]Dont hate on Palmer4HOF, he knows my rhymes are sick Hell, you ride whodey85 like that Butkis named Dick Little boy, you aint dethroning me, you betta get a grip If I see you after my crown, Im gonna bust yo' lip My rhyme is a cucumber but at least it's real though Your girl dont seem to mind, she uses it as a dildo And when the time is right I give her my sweet pickle Then I dominate that ass like a Russian hammer and sickle Warning, this aint a bluff kid, be careful, or your dome will get dent Got so many hoes following me around, you'd think I'm wit Sprint Dont worry, my girls are young but believe me, they're legal If they 18 are over, you know I got them spread eagle I'll never panic because the O just can't lose Beating me is Mission Impossible, bitch, I'm Tom Cruise Go back to school son, you need to get tutored Keep on messin' wit me son, yo' ass will get neutered Words are one thing but pure talent, you just can't teach Offered your mom some rum but all she wanted was sex on the beach I'm a dog alright, I'll just watch you drive off and leave me alone Then like ole' Rover I bend yo' bitch over and give her my bone Really son, you're cartoonish like that kid movie Cars To hell wit AIDS my rhymes are killing yo' ass like SARS How you gonna call someone mental, when you're crazy in the head? Palmer4HOF posts may be a broken pencil, but at least he has lead Where's my money hoe?, cause you about to get a pimp smack Pigeon my ass, you that duck screaming AFLAC[/b][/color][/quote] I believed it when they told me sneaky was head of the class but this bitch needs to be tested and I doubt he’d pass it better be silver bullets that you put in your gats to attack me, the black werewolf of rap from upstate NY dog, check the map wack rappers get squashed, old heads I clap and if anybody on here disrespect my rap that bitch will get slammed on their neck and back In the name of Nuskool the most high, the most vile the one unit with the most skills in 9th mile our game flawless, with diverse styles you a grown man, so stop bitchin like you a child I’m a rap composer, a soldier, man on a mission my name Triple-C, man you know my position I too raw, like Jude Law, on the Road to Perdition listen, my mission’s to climb the rhyme ranks sneaky get back, or you get clapped like Tom Hanks come one, come all, you all go through it you be drippin that crimson fluid, body parts not movin take me out nigga you aint got the heart to do it you’s a rookie pussy you bake cookies with Martha Stewart and don’t tell me Martha was on ya dick, and that she blew it cause she a nasty old bitch, plus I already knew it I only fuck with young girls that put they hearts into it and when I ask em what they want to drink, it’s my fluid my game is complex dog, let me walk you through it my shit is slick and cunning, and I’m swift as hell I’m here to snatch 9th back from these infadels and I know I will, cause I’m ahead of the rest with all my rhymes you get pissed on like a pregnancy test when battlin me, Triple-C, you can’t withstand the pressure plus I get way more brain than Hannibal Lecter tell you’re mom not to worry, my dick wont infect her my sex is drugs, makes you mom high when I inject her I’m sendin you to jail, sentencing you to life you bout to black balled, like Cuba Goodin Jr.’s white wife keep respondin to me, shit will get drastic soon I’ll be quick to break your ass like a plastic spoon you great, but I’m greater, that’s the stone truth cause battlin me is like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ONYX Posted January 14, 2007 Report Share Posted January 14, 2007 [quote name='ColorChanginClique' post='426878' date='Jan 14 2007, 02:00 PM']I believed it when they told me sneaky was head of the class but this bitch needs to be tested and I doubt he’d pass it better be silver bullets that you put in your gats to attack me, the black werewolf of rap from upstate NY dog, check the map wack rappers get squashed, old heads I clap and if anybody on here disrespect my rap that bitch will get slammed on their neck and back In the name of Nuskool the most high, the most vile the one unit with the most skills in 9th mile our game flawless, with diverse styles you a grown man, so stop bitchin like you a child I’m a rap composer, a soldier, man on a mission my name Triple-C, man you know my position I too raw, like Jude Law, on the Road to Perdition listen, my mission’s to climb the rhyme ranks sneaky get back, or you get clapped like Tom Hanks come one, come all, you all go through it you be drippin that crimson fluid, body parts not movin take me out nigga you aint got the heart to do it you’s a rookie pussy you bake cookies with Martha Stewart and don’t tell me Martha was on ya dick, and that she blew it cause she a nasty old bitch, plus I already knew it I only fuck with young girls that put they hearts into it and when I ask em what they want to drink, it’s my fluid my game is complex dog, let me walk you through it my shit is slick and cunning, and I’m swift as hell I’m here to snatch 9th back from these infadels and I know I will, cause I’m ahead of the rest with all my rhymes you get pissed on like a pregnancy test when battlin me, Triple-C, you can’t withstand the pressure plus I get way more brain than Hannibal Lecter tell you’re mom not to worry, my dick wont infect her my sex is drugs, makes you mom high when I inject her I’m sendin you to jail, sentencing you to life you bout to black balled, like Cuba Goodin Jr.’s white wife keep respondin to me, shit will get drastic soon I’ll be quick to break your ass like a plastic spoon you great, but I’m greater, that’s the stone truth cause battlin me is like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth[/quote] [color="#FF0000"][b]Bitch, everyone knows I was the valedictorian Battlelin' me is suicide so I'll be your Jack Kevorkian I dont need no silver bullets, I'd take you out wit ease Guess you being a werewolf would explain why you got fleas I got you twisted like a tornado, you cant stop my torque Born in bred in the Nati so fuck you and New York My rhymes are penthouse, your shit from ghettos I'm surrounded by foxes who wear fishnet and stilettos You aint no soldier, goofy ass sound like Kellen Winslow Your name is Triple C, but you'll always be my hoe Cause you'll never beat me, I got mo style & mo funk Betta respect this grown man you little snot nose punk You dont want none of this son, but you keep on tempting me Yo head gonna get busted like Jude Law's in Talented Mr. Ripley Im ruthless you little boy, more evil than a demon Your girl's the only one drippin fluid of mine cuz it's semen My rhymes are cracking codes like Da Vinci, I'll be your Tom Hanks Nah, I aint been with Martha Stewart, but I've tapped Tyra Banks Your game is as complexed as "Hooked on Phonics" And your girl failed that pregnancy test, the father's name is sneaky Im Roadrunner and you that coyote always trying to beat me You and Hanibal have a lot in common cuz yah both wanna eat me I am the greatest, to me you are inferior and so are your rhymes Call me Franklin D. Rooselvelt 'cause I gotta stable full of dymes I got a babe who looks like Kournikova, you know, as in Anna So bring it on Donkey Kong, 'cause bitch, I got yo' banana[/b][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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