This is a joke thread Please dont ban me or my main again <3 devs Maybe Hello I'm just here to spit The rhymes. Shot a Dev out the window Now support all crying . They silence my ass 30 days. But I still get 2 bust my rhymes. Devs think they they can contain me But there is no way I'm smoothest of the smoothest they call me tooth paste.
You think you spit but man this ain't **** but a fallacy, come on battle me, it's pue strategy with what flying out. he, just like oh no. broken down like you stubbed you toe. at this point turn around and go. nothing gonna match this flow, so. no. double time this bit. don't need no heater cuz this rhyme so lit. got a gat if you've got some lip. so let's get to it.
Shame we can't do a freestyle rap battle though I love doing that shizz at parties no matter the winner.
I wouldn't pay a dime to here your crappy rhymes. Come at me bro because I'm slaying your flow. Demented and sick I'm possessed when I spit. Do what you do best and keep putting on a skit.
The devs think they are the bosses, But it's we mans that incurred the losses, Next day I come on KAW, Ima gonna change the lawww! Theere are lads a plenty, Who ain't lived till twenty, I say who do you think you are, Spitting out all them bars, They tell me we are players, I tell them you are peasants, I will eat you like pheasants, So get outta the backdoor, Before I give you a war!
Swingin by your kingdom to take the gold, All that's gon be left is a castle full of mold. My girl be looking like princess arkosa, the kinda girl you wanna throw up on a posta. Your girl be looking like z'uthmerak, Ugh nasty vision had a panic attack! My bars are all silver while your bars are bronze, can't help it buddy I'm all pros and your cons.
**** spews from your mouth like calydor, Your standards are on ma floor, Kid, I'l show you the door, Cuz talks of your fugliness are in folklore!
You can always tell a moron by his idiotic grammar. Calling for war with peasants is like asking me to drop the hammer. A hammer to smite you with I'll arise once again. They say I'm DTW, but I'm destined to win. Bored with pheasants, now I'm hunting quail. You're in my sights and I'm loading up shells. Condemning your soul I take hold of your skull, ripping my sword I make you heartless and dull. A surgeon when I write, these lyrics leave incisions. Hardnosed accuracy you can call it precision. I'll wait for incoming you pesky little turd. My newsfeed is boring like I'm living in the burbs!