I attack Ether and I attack you It really doesn't matter when you're singing the Blues Clues Thanks for the shine on my shoes I knew you could do it when the judges gave you 2's You need your manners in my house, because you won't be sitting on my couch Blame me if ya want, because I got the magical touch Count down to the end of the day while my games got ya running away Your electrical lines got fans ashamed Even your family pretends they're not related to ya name
i'm anti knob-head know what i mean? I do what i can to keep my writing clean I write my feelings with a real lexis Not just cussin' ,i can express this I need you to drop it 'cause you're boring me I need somebody worth fighting me Please ,please drop your rhymes Cause,cause they c-count as crimes Police on you 'cause you're a felon Sittin' on my sofa eatin' melon My family love sharin' my name While your guys be wanting my fame
fame pushes me far, far away from your post, you seem to be the parasite, while i seem to be the host, and no one would guess that a teen could write such mess, and all that they do is forget, for reading your whack they regret. answering desperately though no one calls, hesh and saunderitos falls, shopping with their girlfriends in the teenie malls, trying to make up for this, think it's cool to get their blondes pissed, with all this shit, you'll never get away with it.
Okay, okay, what the fuck is this? If that is your shit, you've gotta' be taking the piss, Heshboy? You better start getting fresh boy, 'Cause the lines you are spittin' sound like a script from Kilroy, Even Ether is trying to have a go, Who the fuck is this fool? Bring back Minus Xero, Although, I guess Ether can relate, 'Cause the rhymes you were cutting I rated the same as Kacy's screen name, So, Saunderitos was the fool to start this game, Well, stay on your sofa eating melon 'cause your rhymes are starting to sound lame, Want your fame? The only thing you'll be remembered for is coming up with spits that sound the same, Now, you could try and make a comeback at me, But dude, that comeback won't last as long as Jawknee, Your words are meaningless and make no sense, Maverik68's sentences are easier to comprehend, But no offense, 'Cause that guy isn't in a world of pretend, And now as I draw this thing to a close, Freakolp has decided to post, Preaching that he's the host? What the fuck? You're nothing at most, Now I'm gone like Casey and leaving it at One Nil, But the only difference is, this isn't over a sleeping pill, This is Raj, and this ain't no phase, You could kill me now & I'll come back like Blac Haze
killing could be a waste of time, let it be done by your own verbal crime, you come springin like you'll have your share, no one needs you, none can care, raj to unrule what rap stands for and how, now comes the time when you've gotta bow, enough of all these lame ass tries, no substance in long raps, everything's dry, why battle each other and piss off another? every man grab his title and whack his brother, you can grab losing, and hesh all the usin, saunderitos fusin with the failed attempts, while the audience chants woos of contempt, hail the verses that teach you to speak, move away, step aside, i'll hit your efforts where they're weak.
You say I commited the crime and you're whacking your brother? Dude, what you do in your time is peronal, I don't care if he's your inbred lover, Just step down freak, you're wasting your time, Go back to bending over your brother and aiming for the line, You say my rhymes are weak & they are "unruled"? What the fuck dude? you're making up these words to make your third rate raps sound cool, Now, I'm sorry if these raps are too long & dry, Too bad the same can't be said about you when you're taking your brother in the 69, I could go on but I'm hungry and I'm beginning to starve, So I'll leave you to comeback with a rhyme you ripped off Dahv.
I may have to repeat myself for uncle Raj, Old man sitting in his two car garage It's time for me to take charge, hit ya with a parked car, and Drop you with a hit to the jaw Heshboys the name, and I am spitting infinite lyrics in this mystical game You're rhymes are sounding pretty tame, and I guess I should expect that from an old man who's lame I came at it in the beginning after listening to people pretending I am going to stick with it to the end of my minutes, and till everyone gives in to there sinning I stay fresh on the mic, everyone knowing I am tight while sipping a sprite In spite of the way I disslike, these cynical spirits still trying to get what I write Raj you better give up, this load is building up, and for your age it's only going to get tougher before you’ve had enough Watch out I am about to explode, and reload
To Uncle Raj, aka (Old Man Raj, Super Member) You can’t hit back, I sit back, watching you try You cry at the part when Anakin dies You tell lies about your life, saying you can ride a bike You say that you weren’t on a tric You may be a super member, but I need ya to remember I canned ya when you weren’t a contender Now the back fender on your tric is getting bender
Heshboy? You're nothing but freakolp's & his brothers sex toy, And old man is the best you could come up with? I'm 19 fool, come up with a better diss, Because if you keep busting raps like this, 19 is an age that you'll miss, I don't want to know about you "dropping it in my jaw", Go & play with freakolp 'cause his ass is already sore, So, you're fresh on the mic & you're sipping sprite? That comparison is like freakolp's ass crack, and that ain't tight, Now calling this a "mystical game" is a mystery I cannot solve? Dude, who the fuck are you? The illigitimate son of Gandolf? Now I'm gonna' stop bringing raps from the Uk to illinois, I'd rather be in my fucking garage than rapping with a mis-spelled Hellboy.
Uncle Raj it's taking you a while to get this last one out What are you in denial? Still lying, saying you’re just a child This should be your last try before you’re forced to say goodbye Raj what are you writing? You come up from the UK to Illinois, got struck by lighting, and now thinking you're not a boy I am strictly OC, straight from the SC, bringing you shit from across the continent to the UK You arrived late in this contest, and now that bolts got you' thinking you're the best I can tell by the way that you dress, that you're really a mess trying to get fresh You can't catch me, I am already here on this mountain where no one can test thee
This is freestyle and you've edited your raps? What's next? Are you gonna' type in all caps? You've just proved to everyone that you cannot improvise, You're out of the picture, please man, no more tries, Having to edit after writing your lines, Dude, that's more fucked up than the ending of Signs, Now I better make this quick before you double post, Just another piece of evidence about you sucking the most, And what's this, you can see how I'm dressed? Keep it in your pants man, freako's left, And the mountain you're on, you better start jumping, 'Cause with every line I write that mountain is crumbling, So what if I arrived late & it took me a while, You finish early 'cause your freako & his brothers love child.
Saunderitos back with ya emcees Your rhymes are freak anomalys (typo) The pen and the rap,my lyrical spout And wont back out until we finish this bout Uncle Raj keepin' me goin' cause Sick o' heshboy sayin' what he thought he was He should learn not to drop on me Otherwise i go kickin' his ass lyrically Uncle raj got shit goin' down But half his lines still make me frown Stand up if you still want more Like some sadistic panic attack whore
It's Raj & Sauderitos takin' this topic tag team, Heshboy's gonna' reply with a post we've already seen, So do yourself a favour and keep it to yourself, 'Cause the Rajman ain't stopping until you're on the shelf, Heshboy, this ain't no test boy, Come up with another ploy, 'Cause you're an ass pirate & all I'm hearing is A - hoy! Go back to the OC, The SC, the fucking SOC, I don't give a fuck where you're from, you mean shit to me, I'm bored, I'm tired, I've ignored your whining, I'm sick of you preaching, Thinking you're teaching, You better start leaving, 'Cause I'll leave you grieving, Your rhymes are useless and have nothing to convey, Tomi's got more chance of scoring with a female member of the LPA, So put away your pad & put away your pen, 'Cause at the end of the day, you're only fucking with your sen.
Everyone hold up there's a new face over here You geezers Sauderitos and Raj must have no fear I promise I'll put you two in a nice retirement place So you better be steppin' or prepare for mr fist to face I spit these lyrics like I'd spit on your grave While you two preach about how your each others sex slave But enough about you two,these are my times My minions be spreading word about these hardcore rhymes So don't preach to me like your king of the hill Cos my rhymes will swallow you up like a vitamin pill And spit you out like the lyrics I kill with If you got a problem with me you can tell it to my fist Cos I'm a remorsless bastard with rhymes for guns So while you'll be attempting I'll be fucking your hun son.
I am here to take back what you owe me R&S show me something like money Tag Teaming again like T&A, if you have something to say don't bring it late An ass pirate? Raj be quite, don't even try it In the SC Hyatt we be partying hard, slipping ladies are cards We riding hard, leaning back, spreading are arms, and gettin blow jobs Keep you're dome sucking in a motel with your bag from Chanel If you live across the street from MikieD's I don't want see faggots on their knees, begging please You can tell that this is no edit because you're a Super Member YMCA, I bet it
Uncle Raj, Black Rob, Taj Majal Retire man, before you get put in the slam This is short and sweet because I killed your team when you were bizzy licking eachothers meat
Wow saunderitos I can't believe the topic is going this long. Haha, I instigated this shit. Oh, well lets continue because this topic shall live forever.
Heshboy's rhymes are so dry I feel like watering them like a vine My dope spits heaver than fists Knocking ya'll out like misfits And if you wanna step up to me You will see what it's like to bleed Because my weapons or rhymes So you must realise That tonights your night to quit Before you get slit like a bitch!
This rap has been edited by Heshboy, bringing you kids another toy We got another Super Memeber trying to holla at ya boy Flames shouldn't even bother in troy, I'll put him out with water, give him a dollar because his rhymes won't even buy him a shower with Roy I am out of the moutains, now in a Tower A new place I am not to be ever bothered I am still on top, not about to fall the long drop Now give me some props for what I brought
Okay, it was fun, but now it's getting boring. If you didn't use homophobic language, make a triple post and type incorrectly, it may have been a laugh, but now it's starting to suck and it isn't funny anymore. Later.