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Redmonke is a little piggie

who got a little kittie

that kittie soon died

and redmonkey then cried

 

Am I doing it right?

 

NO UR PLAGIARIZING!

 

C'mon you did it in the first topic, you can do it now.

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Spittin on the sound stick oncemore

I slice open suckas and curbstomp em to the floor

Christening this new rap topic like a ship is my assignment

But you know I'm gonna crack open bottles on heads and put this shizzle out of alignment

Steamrollin, cuttin, bulldozing, like a transformer

But my flow isn't mechanical or predictable, ill put posers in their corner

I'm gonna rap till my sonic boom hits the window pane

But the fate of any cabbage-lover will be the same

Cutya open and see your yellow insides just like Wolverine

This shizzle is a tragedy, your demise could be taken from Oedipus or a Macbeth scene

The fall of giants is always a hard one

So this will be easy for you cause, this shizzle was already done

From the second I touched the mike and neurons started firing

A rap battle for me is like a one color rubiks cube and you be dying

Your brain is empty and vacuous like cysts and bubbles

You know I won't let you die without a few gun shots, makin it doubles

One to the head, one to the heart

But my lyrical aim is true, another bullseye from my word dart.

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Yes, yes, ya'll, yes, yes, ya'll

 

Top of the game you all know my name

It's the mothafudgein' V to the E-R-A

Now if you could hesitate and spare me some time,

I will educatecha with my rhyme

 

Rappin' is easy as one-two-three

Even if you be a sucka MC

All you need is some subjects that sound pretty G

Give a shout out to your pseudo-gangsta bros

Talk about how you a pimp dealin' with hos

Your street image will be pretty phat

Talk about guns, although yah don't own a gat

Yeah, some fools wanna make intellectual rap

But in the eyes of the radio that's all a buncha crap

Some fools will brag about artistic skills

But you gotta be thug life if you wanna pay the bills

WORD

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Yes, yes, ya'll, yes, yes, ya'll

 

Top of the game you all know my name

It's the mothafudgein' V to the E-R-A

Now if you could hesitate and spare me some time,

I will educatecha with my rhyme

 

Rappin' is easy as one-two-three

Even if you be a sucka MC

All you need is some subjects that sound pretty G

Give a shout out to your pseudo-gangsta bros

Talk about how you a pimp dealin' with hos

Your street image will be pretty phat

Talk about guns, although yah don't own a gat

Yeah, some fools wanna make intellectual rap

But in the eyes of the radio that's all a buncha crap

Some fools will brag about artistic skills

But you gotta be thug life if you wanna pay the bills

WORD

 

I notice your pretty gangster. I happen to be quite the gangster myself.

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Yes, yes, ya'll, yes, yes, ya'll

 

Top of the game you all know my name

It's the mothafudgein' V to the E-R-A

Now if you could hesitate and spare me some time,

I will educatecha with my rhyme

 

Rappin' is easy as one-two-three

Even if you be a sucka MC

All you need is some subjects that sound pretty G

Give a shout out to your pseudo-gangsta bros

Talk about how you a pimp dealin' with hos

Your street image will be pretty phat

Talk about guns, although yah don't own a gat

Yeah, some fools wanna make intellectual rap

But in the eyes of the radio that's all a buncha crap

Some fools will brag about artistic skills

But you gotta be thug life if you wanna pay the bills

WORD

 

Vera you think your on the top? Then you must be doin dope.

Think you're the best? All I gotta say is nope.

All I gotta say is that I'm getting hotter.

You best be going, fly on your broomstick like Harry Potter.

 

Otherwise you like That chick Hermonie Granger.

Always find yourself in some sort of danger.

Not sure if you know this but I be Pimping.

Fudge with me and you'll be limping.

 

Sorry to say, you're time is over, and you right I gotta pay the bills.

You're stuck on the thousands while I'm making mills.

You ain't got no rapping skills, you better go back on your pills.

And Just like MJ I be sending out the thrills.

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I'm well aware that Fake is your name

It's a good word to describe your game

You think you got skillz,

Think you payin' billz,

'Cause you rappin' across the internets

Gonna go to Vegas, lose a fortune on bets

Because your rhymez are not hardcore

On your way out, don't let your face hit the door

WORD

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F-A-K-E

That spells my name, call me Fake.

But my game aint, it'll make you shake.

The rictor scale can't measure me when I make the ground shake.

I'm puttin it all on the line, that's what I'll stake.

 

One hoe, two hoe, three hoe, for hoe.

That's all you are, nothing special, nothing more.

I got Vegas in the palm of my hands.

Not just that I own New York they're both my land.

 

I got you backing up all the way in the corner.

I'm making all the money you can only afford the basic Time Warner.

Your death's the one nobody's gonna mourner.

I'm the king of this rap game, you're just a foreigner.

 

I'm storming and I'm not going to back down.

You use to be on top, now this world just turned around.

You're just a poser, not making any new sound.

Now why don't you go to Vegas, blow all your money on my town.

 

EDIT: BTW I don't really think your a hoe. :wizard:

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Fake is your name

And that's your game

Ima spit it here nice and plain

 

Your a fake MC with no money to eat

Trying to make some dollars rappin on the beat

You no thug no gangster, all you are is meat

So take your punk ass back on the street

Put on your favourite dress 'cos I'm bringin the heat

 

Name's Riddick I'm a motherfudgein pimp

All you swell people ain't nothing but wimps

Don't fudge with me or i'll make you limp

I'm the hardest swell person out here, you like my style

Take a listen to my shizzle, it'll be worth your while

You don't like it? I'll shoot you and make you spit bile

None of you have the balls to fudge with me, you know I'll make you run a mile

 

Yeah!

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Hold on, hold on, lemme explain:

Your rhymes are really a shame

Riddick, just like T-Pain.

And quite frankly, that's pretty lame.

 

I be the vato named Metallica Z

Orale ese, you don't know me.

I am the biggest mo'fudgin G

I'm goin for the brown cape with the TREE

Play WoW? Nah, I'll pass.

I'd rather bust a cap in yo' ass

 

Now you see who's the biggest G

The chico from Burque named Metallica Z

Gotta finish my geometry, so I'm outie 5000

PEACE HOMIE

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Metallicaz65, me and you are not congruent

 

I'm obtuse, you're acute so let's not even dispute this

 

I'm the guy who's ruthless, one that'll leave you toothless

 

keep frontin', and i'ma beat ya brains out with a broomstick

 

So go ahead, keep talkin' ya junk, and watch you lay motionless face down in my trunk

 

Yea, and I'm blowin' up like the Ruff Ryders did, and I'ma make you wash my floors like the Karate Kid

 

I don't mess with crack and rocks, only with these smokin' glocks, me and my crew are always known to leave broken blocks

 

I'll leave four bullets in ya dome, you beatin' me is like tryin' to get water from a stone

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Yo Mentality I gotta give you props

that rhyme was the cream of the crops

but listen to me, man: just stop

you're the car, I'm the chop shop.

 

In here I'm the king, look at my crown

you're a wannabe poser, no more than a clown

You use a pic of Mr. Kurt Cobain

challenging me? That's just insane

Come to my barrio, you might just get shanked

I'm the daddy with the belt, you're gonna get spanked.

 

4 bullets in me? That makes 24

Like 50 Cent, I can take more

I'm bulletproof, you can't see me

Don't mess with Metallica Z

:wizard:

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Fake is your name

And that's your game

Ima spit it here nice and plain

 

Your a fake MC with no money to eat

Trying to make some dollars rappin on the beat

You no thug no gangster, all you are is meat

So take your punk ass back on the street

Put on your favourite dress 'cos I'm bringin the heat

 

Name's Riddick I'm a motherfudgein pimp

All you swell people ain't nothing but wimps

Don't fudge with me or i'll make you limp

I'm the hardest swell person out here, you like my style

Take a listen to my shizzle, it'll be worth your while

You don't like it? I'll shoot you and make you spit bile

None of you have the balls to fudge with me, you know I'll make you run a mile

 

Yeah!

 

Okay, let's go, Hello I am Fake.

I hope for your sake.

You brought an asprin and some water cause your head's gonna ache.

 

Starting up here, I'ma shift into first gear.

Grab a glass and some beer and hang on for your life, dear.

Lemme get some of that, here you steer.

 

Oh hold up, you're getting scared.

Not to spare the fact that your life just got spared.

I'm not even caring, you think that I cared?

You're in last place like the show that never got aired.

 

You think you can compete, but you ain't competing.

You're just a cheat, a cheater who's cheating.

You're a dead beat, I hope you can take a beating.

Better yet I don't, get ready to start weeping.

 

I just think it's funny when you try to get up.

You're thinking of something to say but you keep on getting stuck.

No, you're the farthest thing from a Pimp.

You're just a little imp, who smells like a chimp.

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What's with Fake making these topics

When he could be booting from Knoppix (omg I'm so cool)

Staring at the forums, nothing but dread

Shouldn't you start headin' to bed?

 

Headin' to bed...

Alright, let's play.

 

Redmonke thinking he's funky

Funeral service in session say goodbye to the junkie.

I said it once, I said it twice, this ain't your game.

I said it once, I said it nice, this ain't your fame.

 

I'm coming, I'm sorry It had to be this way.

Can you follow these rhymes before you get swept away?

I can sense your fear, you're beginning to stray.

If I were you I would start to pray.

 

I see you on the highway trying to get out of my way.

I'ma gonna squish you like when you was playing with that clay.

You're trying to rhyme back but you gotta learn how to say not spray.

Santa aint coming early to save you, no reindeers on his sleigh.

 

You thought you was good, you thought you was fine.

Son you aint worth no dollar, you just a dime.

You're busy trying to come up with some cash, gotta pay that fine.

For trying to front with me, next time just recline.

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Yo Mentality I gotta give you props

that rhyme was the cream of the crops

but listen to me, man: just stop

you're the car, I'm the chop shop.

 

In here I'm the king, look at my crown

you're a wannabe poser, no more than a clown

You use a pic of Mr. Kurt Cobain

challenging me? That's just insane

Come to my barrio, you might just get shanked

I'm the daddy with the belt, you're gonna get spanked.

 

4 bullets in me? That makes 24

Like 50 Cent, I can take more

I'm bulletproof, you can't see me

Don't mess with Metallica Z

 

 

Haha I liked that, I take joy in fixing faces with spiked bats and whatever you say might just come right back

 

My people like me like Nike, and me comin' up short is very unlikely

 

When ever I step on the mic I'm always givin' shout outs, like Kurt Cobain I'll blow your mouth out

 

Yappin' bout how you're the king and runnin around, you're the Burger King and all you got is a paper crown

 

You'll get maced and laced, you're body's cut up and you disappear without a trace

 

Oh and you're daddy? That's a nice one, when infact you're my son, and you're about the ninth one to get sonned

 

By me, Mentality killin is my speciality and I can cause fatalities

 

so face reality cuz you're about to get smoked, and if you had money now you're about to be broke

 

So who you talkin' 'bout gettin' shanked? and why bring up 50 cent, I don't want two quarters I want the whole bank

 

As I step out my Range Rover, I'm a sober soldier ready to take over

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Motherfudgeer you ain't got nothin' on me, your mental

I'm ridin' 24's, you ridin' in a rental

Don't be intimidated, I'll be gentle

But I'll give you some advice, check your dental

Yeah, I fudgeed it up, don't be judgemental

I'll come around and sock you in the face

So you'd better back the fudge up and give me some space

If not I'll pull out a nine without a trace

Cap you and make it a race

From five-o, gotta set the pace

Hide away from the pigs at my place

 

Next person in line, don't even step up

My rhymes are so bad, they'll make you erupt

We all know you ain't got no balls

So don't be trying to be no Biggie Smalls

You know you can't do it, you'll fail

You might as well take your chance and bail

So just pack up and fudge off

'Cos I'm the motherfudgein boss

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