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or it can
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Re: Battle Flows
Thu, April 28, 2005 - 12:15 AMHate me or Love me, that shit doesn’t bug me, When you look in the mirror all you see is ugly
all your doing is thinking of me, I'm like a rock star to your mind subliminally
I'm still coming through I dont care what you do
Im like a gang banger reppin true blue, I gives a fuck about you so fuck what you do.
your not a matter of importance, last call last chance
this is gonna be your last dance with the devil, you shoulda never stooped to this level.
Next time stay side by side with your mom, you shoulda never strayed away for so long
its too late now cause its almost over, eatin up chewed up and spit out like some stove top by Stover
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Re: Battle Flows
Thu, April 28, 2005 - 12:27 PMyour moma so fat, she got a capital H on her back,
so helicopters land on that, no to mention her huge gutt sack,
she is so fat she can't woddle very far,
because she can't fit into a normal sized car,
she can also eat out a whole all you can eat salad bar,
makin hometown, fresh choice, and jj norths go out of bussiness,
her favirote sayin is"hey are you goin to eat this",
bitch has got left overs from jack in a box,
rolled up in her xxxxl socks,
the fat just hangs over the her cunt,
not goint o say it easy not goin to front
sorry to dis ya moma but you told me to be blunt,
straight to the point with no shame,
and if you look in evey bathroom wall you'll see ya momas name!
ONETIME!
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Re: Battle Flows
Thu, April 28, 2005 - 1:38 PMMissing in Action from reality, on another island internationally
Next time use your head and think rationally, you should of never took a chance with me
But its too late now cause your about to be defamed, I’ll leave you bleeding and maimed
Headless without a name, this is the end of your game -
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Re: Battle Flows
Thu, April 28, 2005 - 4:17 PMwhat the fuck is that smell,
it's burnin my nose like heat from hell,
that rank is comin from your arm pit,
either that it is comin from your upper lip,
look at you you like a drunk washed up clown from the circus,
and when you open your mouth that breath straight up hurts us,
smellin like a 2 week old open can of cabbage,
and you shouldn't go around callin yourself a savage,
the only thing savage is your hairy back, and that hair cutt is wak,
did you cutt that mop yourself or did your moma do that,
oh ya and your momas so fat,
she uses a pillow for a tampon,
i could go on and on,
all night long,
but thats another song,
this one is for you,
and that smell you have the smell of poo!
ONETIME!
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Re: Battle Flows
Thu, April 28, 2005 - 8:50 PMI cut you up kick you down and turn you out
make sure you learn a lesson bout that shit in your mouth
Your about to be schooled so be sure to take notes
after I cut you up and throw you in the ocean your body it floats
but dont forget the important factor, sharks its you their after
I’m a blade wielding master with an evil laughter
I give warning to those in mourning
be out or Ill fuck you up by mid morning
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Re: Battle Flows
Thu, April 28, 2005 - 8:53 PMback up and rewind the scipt,
i know you tryed to come sick wit it,
now you will suffa the rath of the lyrics i will spit,
you gave me a sweaty ass mic,
is there another homo ass fool like you in the crowd that you like,
or your just nervise, that i might serve this,
another lyrcial poundin in your books,
throwin words like left hooks,
to the dome, it looks like just you and me are all alone,
is it because your girl wanted me to bone,
but i turned the knuckle draggin slut down,
caught that bitch on the crack head side of town,
she needed a fix,
told me and my hommies she would suck all of are dicks,
for a quicks, 5 bucks, it was 10 if anyone wants to fucks,
so i slapped that hoe in her face, and put her in her place,
said now she is workin for me, thats right christhejunglist is an O.G.
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Re: Battle Flows
Fri, April 29, 2005 - 12:58 PMi'm waitin for ya all what happend,
fools come out of nowhere, they just pop in,
say there 2 cents and bounce, people like this need a slappin,
they try and try so hard, there lyricly bared,
comin here thinkin there incharge,
but they get shot down like the rest,
aint nothing goin to stop my flows, not even a bullet proof vest,
so i ask the question are there any others,
or all of ya goin home cryin to ya mothers,
then i take it you'll go tell all your older brothers,
then i will have to set them straight,
you got shot down by a junglist you don't have to hate,
don't take it personally,
thats what happens when you try to step to me,
or anyone of my crew,
i'm like a virus 10 times worse than the Egyption flue,
100 times worse than west nile,
i'll battle you anywhere and any condition and still have style,
thats right your now gettin to know me,
another Oakland junglist battlin anyone any time O.G.
ONETIME!
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Re: Battle Flows
Mon, May 2, 2005 - 10:15 AMyour momas so fat, she masterbates with a woofle bat,
and she takes the whole thing,
like a super star porno queen,
floods the bed when havin a wet dream,
lets get back to your moma so fat theme,
no but really your momas a heavy weights,
in every hot dog eatin contest she particapates,
when she hears the word food she just can't waits,
till she shoves another can of spam in her oversized belly,
when she eats i say slow down nelly,
your goin to swallow your tounge,
don't ever see the bitch run,
only when the taco truck shows up,
or when that bitch has got shit comin out her butt,
she doesn't wipe her ass,
stink up the bathroom,
you want me to go in there after her i'll pass,
that bitch is so fat she can't get through a door way,
not even on her best day, she is fat in a big way,
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Re: Battle Flows
Mon, May 2, 2005 - 11:46 AMyour momas so big,
she makes everyone out to skinnier than a twig,
she is as big a whale you dig,
she gets down with richard simons and his love for heffers,
she so fat the bith can't even roll overs,
she needs a helpin hand, to go use the can,
bustin toliet seats, so fat she takes up both sides of the streets,
so fat shes got a 50 pound gutt,
bitch would suck off a whole gang of fools,
just for another dough nut!
ONETIME!
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Re: Battle Flows
Mon, May 9, 2005 - 1:37 AMIts the return of Mobber the kid, so look out for what I just did
I bet you didnt see that cause im so fast like a cheetah cat
I fuck you up right before your eyes, like an undercover agent and some Russian spies
Code word Black Hawk, stop the back talk
Im bout to take you on a long walk, leave your body drawn in chalk on the black top
beware beware, dont just stare, im fucking you up like a wild hare
hop hop, fast, dont stop, no catching up, Im over the top
So please next time, come with a sick rhyme or I'll leave you out to dry on the clothes line
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Re: Battle Flows
Mon, May 9, 2005 - 6:41 PMdid i ever tell ya how much your a dumb shit,
and after i'm through with you, you'll be throwin a hissy fit,
going home to hop back on the drawin board,
cuttin you up lyricly like i was swinging a sword,
you aint got nothing on me,
your the one front you see,
stop being a bitch and acting like this day time tv,show,
stop whinning you little hoe, your messin with the wrong mo fo,
peace out you punk bitch, little snitch,
thoughts of you make my nuts itch!
ONETIME!
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Re: Battle Flows
Thu, May 12, 2005 - 9:13 AMwell comin back,
to tell ya how much your rythmes are wak,
your the kind of MC that i slap,
tryin to say you know how to rap,
you wouldn't know a good flow if it landed in your lap,
don't hate, because i gave your moma alittle tap,
laid her on her back,
she like to tea bag and thats a fact,
and shes good suckin on my nut sack,
but i can't lie i have had better,
but your moma doesn't charge me any chedder,
so your momas gives me mines,
pullin it out and giving her my ONETIMEs!
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Re: Battle Flows
Thu, May 12, 2005 - 4:53 PMyeah i'm tha mighty b an' i'm up in dis shit,
ya wanna fuck wit' me ya might as well quit,
slump bumps out my trunk an' all i bump is mad hit,
fucka stupid bitch in her rump an then i jet,
i get much respect,
they can't catch me yet,
i'll slide thru ya set,
ride thru wit 2 nickel plated 9's to ya head,
whatya expect,
is not what ya get,
MIGHTY B mightily put ya to sleep go to bed...
www.myspace.com/mightyb
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Re: Battle Flows
Fri, May 13, 2005 - 9:39 AMYou come at me like someone from the past, but step back cause you might catch a blast
I’m running this race at full pace and I’m spitting shit to your face
Call your mom and tell her now cause you’re a disgrace
Its hasn’t even begun and I already won
Your dead last, I’m still full mast
I destroy you and anything in my path
This is R Rated, put away the kids cause they cant handle this
Light some candles this shits about to get scandless
I soak you up in your own blood and call it a bubble bath
I’m like a verbal hacksaw ripping out your lower jaw
Leave you speechless but peep this
Ill cement your feet and drop you in with the fish
Bottom of Lake Merritt, this is the truth you cant bear it. -
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Re: Battle Flows
Fri, May 13, 2005 - 1:17 PMRemember, forever, and ever I'll spit...
never a pretender render you unconsious...
get up off dis...
step up get knocked bitch...
rep up or get stomped quick...
let up or you might just get conked with...
a bottle of that crunked shit...
breaking ya head with tha glass...
now ya under tha grass...
torn asunder, ya blundered, now ya never will last! -
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Re: Battle Flows
Fri, May 13, 2005 - 1:33 PMYou may have a bottle, but I’m still coming full throttle
Throw on the after burners, bounce up out or be murdered
I’m coming at you with my black glove, this is my hood and you gets no love
Like OJ Simpson and his big black truck, you turn up missing like what the fuck
This is some shit from the Bermuda triangle, it takes two to tangle
Unsolved mysteries, ancient history for those who step to me -
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Re: Battle Flows
Fri, May 13, 2005 - 11:17 PMONETIME battle'n you folks,
i'll stir ya mind like i was stirin some egg yokes,
comin from the OAKS,
we don't hit the blunt softly, we takes fat tokes,
g unit aint got nothing on me,
i'm that guy, the man of mystery,
lyrically, the effects of me, will effect your destiny,
if you try to step to me,
you don't know who i be,
i'll automatically,
let my words beat you down physically,
then lyrically beat ya down some more,
so bad ya feel like like your asshole is tore,
make your ass buy me a beer at the liquor store,
call you my bitch maid,
taxin your ass everytime you get paid,
better yet you can call me the tax man,
always beer in hand,
don't act like you don't understand,
thats how we get down in the town called Oakland!
ONETIME
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Re: Battle Flows
Tue, May 24, 2005 - 8:47 AMWhenever your mouth is open feces pass through your teeth
Is that your ass your, your face, or was that just a queef
Just having heard your flows, now you got my beef
You done fucked up, you better get down or get your knees
Vocabulyrical landscape greater than the great reef
I see your not prepared to suffer your deserved grief
Your teeth keep falling out like you were grandpa
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Re: Battle Flows
Tue, May 24, 2005 - 11:13 AM^*sits back and Thinks* good ONETIME yo! -
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Re: Battle Flows
Sun, June 5, 2005 - 10:12 AMhold up hold up you still movin to this
crown me the king its time ta take the bay
let me up this anttey, iam a bit of display
showin yall it aint phony
told me because ya scured aint shit when the roll dogs here
ow your moma so fat ,so i fucked that
who give two shit if i cover the tracks
i the boss paid that
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Unsu...
Re: Battle Flows
Sun, June 12, 2005 - 11:18 PMMastering amorphous dastardly didactics
I could take an army of your ass out with my tactics
Express it while my wife arrests it with her tongue
while an emaciated bitch eats salad out her buns.
My lyrics fall from the sky like fire and brimstone
My words work in mysterious ways
I could take your lines and put them in a snow cone
Heat them up and melt them on the cloudiest of days
If you dont have shit to say then dont say shit
If you gotta say something then tell me how your gonna quit
Your party is dry as a bale of hay
Get along little doggy, and grab your mic on the way
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