Rub it out, start again, forgot your lines All the rhymes you're trying are lyrical crimes So get behind bars, they might save your life Well, save your tears, put down your knife Slitting your emo wrists won't help you out You're lines are the type of shit you don't forget about Did they fall out your mouth or out of your ass You're like my gym teacher; dropping every pass You think you're good at it when you get the job But then you go home to your mom to sob About how no one listens to you or hears your words 'Cause they're the worst fucking shit, that I ever heard *Shrugs*
Dusan is my name and rhyming is my game Came to take your last wishes and send you away Mark has got the point, you shouldn't complain Next time watch your mouth or you'll get warned again Be a good boy and don't question the rules Leave that to the one who like to act like fools I came to writers cove, I'll smash down all of you above Like I smashed all the streetlights last night when I drove I don't feel like rhyming anymore, but I'll be back just like always before To show you who's the boss around here, step the fuck back whore That was funny
I remember the thread like this that elie made ages ago. It got locked Make sure it doesn't go that far again I'm back once again to help you my friends 'Cause you've all gone out like old fashion trends I've got some reject lines that you can lend But you'll have to lose the pen and never write again Bitch you're just stuck in your fuckin' old fads Wearing your shitty shoes with the maxi pads I'm laughing at you 'cause your shit's so bad But I'm lovin' every minute 'cause mine's so rad
Ya'll start dissin my style, while running a mile Yer Im chasing behind, your running all out of time Im coming to thrill, maybe even to kill Im not scared of a threat 'cause I'll put you in debt My lyrical bombs and musical madness Fill you all with depression and miserable sadness So start poppin ya pills and stop dissin my skills While I stand in the background countin up all ya bills
I am coming out of retirement About to do something you haven't Go down to Texas and fix up that dissatric traffic I am Coming down from my Tower above I got the power that showers over my lungs Spilling out never ending lyrics of chilling I sent you the bill for when left to Tusan Hit the Bong and came back like King Kong I got Peter Jackson liking my songs Cheech and Chong hitting the gonj, got me feeling like nothing is wrong So now I am back with a jack Spread my cards over the table, because this is a New Label
I'm rappin' here with a smille on my face Rappin' to please ya and all human race My trash talk means nothing,dont take it personally Don't act like some kiddy in a smalltime nursery Rap should be good and fun,try and enjoy it Just cause your not that good,dont decoy it Write your lines from the heart Then use rhymes to rip them apart
dude, we know what rap's all about, someone ought to tell you that and throw you out. wipe that nasty smile off you face, this is a warning before you're replaced.
writin' short shit still freakolp How about longer or clever and free? you write it well,but dont deliver it My smiles stayin' where i put it I write bigger and better than you Nothing monotinous but you have no clue
it's "monotonous", see that first, everything you write seems so rehearsed, and long just shows the number of words you need, to try and kick butt, but you're very weak.
You now write it short Cause writin' long you would get caught You're out of shit to write about Thats where you stand and i shout it out Im fed up o' you and your crappy rhymes These might be my last few lines
Write it short from the heart So you wouldn't get hurt Everything is burning up inside Trying to burn off the dirt I take off my shirt sweating up a storm Catching my breath running through the dorms You guys are worms coming after the best Wanting to contest with me, but you're in descent Immense propaganda flowing from these lips Making you all trip cause you're feeling tipsy All you wanabees can do is lipsink So bring it to me one last time while I grab a dime B)
Look, you can't control the shit that I fling I'll smack you up, bag you up, rule you like a king Beat your shitty rhymes with a major league swing I'll have you kneeling below me; kissing my ring 'Cause I'm owning you like Cheerios The whole grain breakfast cereal Spittin' you out like Imperial Your rhymes are immaterial So stop throwin' your rhymes to me "Ohh, look what I can be!" You ain't no fuckin' emcee Best hold onto your shit rhyme guarantee
Being a Fort Minor producer should of taught you I’d shoot you I thought you knew what was good music, but you blew it trying to contribute Trying to gun me down with everyone around Kiss my feat to the mother-fucking beat Pawn off your ring so you can get some cheese To rethink what life means you have to bring it I am tearing it up just to share it Living life up to the fullest I got everyone else shouting courage’s lyrics You bring your greatest hits to the party, but they’re shoty No one wants to hear it when drinking Bacardi You’re not even emcee related You’re tardy to class because your Jaded Everyone knows that you’re faded Schoolboy you missed when we debated We stated that you needed to be re educated I dedicate this rhyme to the Dedicated
Heshboy, you're outta ya mind I'm throwing lines so bright that they'll make you blind Helpin' you out, givin' a hand, and what not Now I'm gettin' bored of my fake fuckin' props And the glare of the flare that'll be on eyelids Will remind you of what your lyrical crimes did But don't rub your eyes it'll fuckin' burn, kid You might lose your vision, god forbid Bacardi is a losers drink The drink you drink before head over the sink Spat it back out before you could blink Educating yourself not to think And talking of education Tune back into your radio station Think you're learning shit with the rest of the nation But for your rhymes you need to learn self-application
Still trying to bring your shit to the Ocs greatest I know it because it’s so bad I can taste it You misplaced your way to the exit I am the best president in the nation since Richard Nixon Your words are coming out as bricks They should swish where mine hit I’ll let you pick where to sit on the bench You should try to a get clique in my top branches Step off your ranch so you can steal my stances These times are getting elastic Now you can’t even choke a bitch with plastic, you’re collapsing My shits got you fainting, and everyone else feeling fantastic I got that number 4 flow, I am no average Joe I gave you a Ho who gave you the cold shoulder, and told you that you’re rhymes are to slow to bone her