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your powerless against me, let go, before my deaththrone- prisoners do roman greco, your justa speck yo
a hole in the cemetery is that so? thats where i came outta to haunt your phoney rap flow
you better reap what you sew, i'd line ten of you up in a row and let the caps go...
ill fucking broadcast your murder atlast out of raidoshack and call it illy got wacked

It's been a while since i'v written a verse. Lets see how this goes.

Stop mourning, just stop, you're already making a fool of yourself kid
They use you like a tool, they cant help it, and you let them because you have no dignity
Your hopeless, then start choking, in that order like its a symphony
So let me just get this out right now, You are nothing but a bitch to me.

symphony and bitch to me? your really groping for words, this disappoints me so i anoint thee
in the name of the holy ghosts i hope you roast sacrilegiously in a oven in a basement on my spaceship
theres no bends or amazement when you post i just want it to end, start sayin things kid and you won't be pretend
and im sorry to inform theres no magic potions to kick your ass out the norm, maybe next time you'll find the eye of the storm

I'm surprised, really mourning, I'm amazed at what your doing kid
Striving to show us all what improvement is, but the truth is this//
Your punches are STILL weak and your verses lack fluent scripts
You also wanted to smash me but as yall can see you blew it prick//

kill that shit dude, you dont come off as confident or rude, nor prominent or clued-in to the mourningstarr sting
im beaming down, pulling the strings on you, steaming the ground you piss away time on, ya need to be gettin your rhyme on
and your wrong to say i aint fluent i rip through movements when i stipple pin pricks in your skin bitch, your allergic to improvements
your still weak and i knew it, your writting comes out all confused, for that i got no patience- im short fused so you'd better cut all relations

Luke 11:1-4
New King James Version (NKJV)

The Model Prayer

Now it came to pass, as He was praying in a certain place, when He ceased, that one of His disciples said to Him, “Lord, teach us to pray, as John also taught his disciples.”

2 So He said to them, “When you pray, say:

Our Father in heaven,
Hallowed be Your name.
Your kingdom come.
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven.
3 Give us day by day our daily bread.
4 And forgive us our sins,
For we also forgive everyone who is indebted to us.
And do not lead us into temptation,
But deliver us from the evil one.”

they say simple is better, but not in your case
i need four bars, four letters, a hammer and a soft face
you'll attack me then sling webs as plan b cus you'll be falling through space
wasted on the pavement like a paste, ya need to find better taste before you post in this place

Luke 11:1-4
New King James Version (NKJV)

The Model Prayer

Now it came to pass, as He was praying in a certain place, when He ceased, that one of His disciples said to Him, “Lord, teach us to pray, as John also taught his disciples.”

2 So He said to them, “When you pray, say:

Our Father in heaven,
Hallowed be Your name.
Your kingdom come.
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven.
3 Give us day by day our daily bread.
4 And forgive us our sins,
For we also forgive everyone who is indebted to us.
And do not lead us into temptation,
But deliver us from the evil one.”

well thanks for the persistence atleast your not Drastic
but i can change that, wrap your mouth with plastic, hang you in webs lathered in acid
you talk passive, its all flaccid , im relaxed- placid, i deliver facts to you bastards
i'll bludgeon you plastered, come back better or not at all- i can say fuck you in four bars but i don't like to stall

first off change that pre-school marker line picture complimenting to your avatar...
then realize you been burnt out light years ago, the amy winehouse of mourning stars..
just look at you go... thinking your more important than what you are...
trying to keep it tight under the radar... such a shame, you aint even a weak rapper your defective cellophane...

look at little slapstick go all grown up but it still doesn't show
you know if having bad vybes was a crime i'd be facing death row
although those weak pre-school bars is how i'd escape to make you pay what you owe
and i don't give a nunnery fuck about no current events, leave that amy winehouse snow on the fence pussy

how you gonna adopt my style, then dis me for creating it?
honestly, your worse than j-inc and he licks the ink off my verses hoping its contagious...
I'll let my greatest fans sweat me.. but off to the side, cuz fuck it, i already have an air conditioner...
and you'd sweat me whether or not I invited you inside...

oh man yo, your like straight from a video, toy story ya know it?
you only come to life when i leave the room
if i had to bite something of yours i think it would taste like sweat
ima sick dog, and your the weak fraud trying to play vet on the net

I've won battles with swagger alone and the skills maintain dominance...
with no-frills, I'm straight bare-bone and monstrous...
you're a weak clone of has-been forum trolls with no self confidence...
that are so easy to kill I cringe when I read their responses...

They call you Bad Vybez because when you enter a battle you get butter flies
Start regretting yourself, not accepting your health, then get burnt like summer time
I withhold all the Elements, you are just bad, vybez
So far the Last Time, Last night... you watched me smashing your sisters ass, right?

They say death comes in threes, y'all make perfect targets
Gotcha caught up like a tarpit, bodies wrapped in carpet, cause I whipe clean when I start shit
Y'all ain't artists, color by numbers raps retarded
Leave ya cap "jack"ed with the nickel-son, peace to da "Departed"

you shrubs are microscopic like the topics you talk with so i drop it or launch it in the air like a rocket
loose sprocket, crash an burn in the west where i guess the rappers are targets along the streets with mold in their narcotics
no homage for homo, i've had it with you children in this dissing pavilion
if just my egos the villain then i'm fulfilling the feeling cus these readings are so-so, i find more dimension when i stare at the ceiling than this half-hearted trio

lets be gentle with this goth, he may just slit his wrists, never thought I'd battle a larper, hiphop has come to this?
scribbling with markers, hey man, do we exist? whats the answers to lifes questions?? Fuck outta here, you little bitch
these gothic satanic fucks depressed and writing rhymes, youre in the wrong forums, this aint the suicide hotline
in space, in other dimensions, you have dementia, go seek some treatment jesus..you need help bad,,,shoulda aborted your fetus

thanks west for dumbing it down for me
i guess i gotta work on my slang then -iz dis gud G?
and holy i must be off my rocker because your response almost turned me on
im impressed with your pronunciation and your lines are so long

Star your grammar is garbage, the product of failed education
Shoulda hit the books instead of makeup, and satanic masturbation
U have nothing to say, you're nothing: waste and decay
On these boards like a surfer, watching your life washing away


Now go draw us a picture