Yo bych its time to throw down some hot fuking urban lyrics! You niggas and fools think you up for dis shit? YOU FUKIN THINK YOU CAN COMPEAT WIF DIS SHIT?
You all just a bunch of punk ass foo’s !
You can’t compeate wif da skillz of slash-2, 9, 2!
When I flame it makes all you whiney bychiz frown
Because if you flame back I rate all yo’ shitty shit DOOOOOWNNN
Beat dat’ bychez, throw down some lines of yo’ own.
Posted: Jun 08, 2007 1:05 a.m. - Subject:
My cat’s breath tastes like cat food, I want to see your sister nude.
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Posted: Jun 08, 2007 6:28 a.m. - Subject:
Slashes r00l.
I r RER
I kill you wif peez
if you try to dis me
I piss on ur disease
and when u in mi grill
i poke u wif my bill
I am never picky
when I zero with my clicky
I make my keyboard sticky
and the girlies say ’dat’s icky’
so i rub it up and down
and i run n8ked through town
slash 292 eats poo
and that’s why he is brown
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Posted: Jun 08, 2007 6:50 a.m. - Subject:
LOL can go to hell with IM on my side
I know that I’m not laughing, despite the messengers pride
I know that I typed it, I’m afraid that I lied.
It’s the LOL word used, for which I dost abide.
So if you are so proud
you made me laugh out loud
then your brains inside a cloud
laughing at your stupid joke is something not allowed
I open up your webcam, to see your not a ma’am
then my dick
does a trick
and shouts out "whosh wa-bam"
It slams into the floor
when seeing you’re not a whore
It’s running for the door
it can’t take it any more.
RER’s shit smells like flowers
he can pwn your bullshit for hours
He’s the internet toughguy
and you’re the internet butterfly
you can post away
and we all think ’ur ghey’
Fuck RER’s so bored
he’ll pwn you all damn day
So if you’re ready to be rude
or if female, acting prude
We shalst start on in our feud
So add me to your blocklist
that will make me pissed
but than I will make dupe
and make you smell like poop
than I will kill rating
and be demonstrating
the RER annihilating
that I find so titillating!
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Posted: Jun 08, 2007 9:20 a.m. - Subject:
This punk RER thinks hes real badass with his PHP
Makin forums and shit, trying to make himself look 1337
But what this nigga doesnt know, im the masta of JAVA
And I stuck my 10 inch stick up the ass of yo MAMA
You think you real gangsta hailin from Illinois
But me and my west coast homies will come and fuck up yo boi’s
Ill fuck you up bad, and I’ll make you my bitch
Then I take all your servers and use em to make myself RICH
I’ll sell all your bandwith to Columbian Gangsters
and I’ll host a site about the Texas Rangers
And you’d be layin on the floor, crying like a ho
while your e-empires falls, a-likea FO-FO-SHO!
I highly disagree with all that was said,
Both these sucka’s suck about as much as this thread,
I hope to rape you both without using leet speak,
Maybe I’ll just call Clegg and have him ban you for 3 weeks.
RER can’t really rap because he finds himself shittin’,
Over the n00bs who won’t listen, to the diarrhea he’s spittin’,
He’s way past the age of looking up the n00dz,
So he kills his time on here by making plenty of dupes,
What a giant loser with the help of AE,
AE’s only 16, and RER’s about 30,
He’s an auto-mechanic, add a dash of web design,
But his rhymes aren’t fine, Hell, I’m thinkin’ he should resign.
And Slash, don’t get me started, that motherfucker’s retarted,
Forget the abortion, during birth his mom farted,
Yeah, that’s right, that’s about how it all started,
He’s a walking shit-stain, thinkin’ he’s some kind of Martyr,
He started this thread for the apparent lolz,
Thinkin’ he could show off his internet balls,
I think it’s safe to say between the both of your bling,
That I am the undisputed Rotten Eggs Rap King!
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Posted: Jun 08, 2007 11:33 a.m. - Subject:
Not to bad
Lyrics from your Dad?
Do you think dissin’ my age wrong’ll make me mad?
I’m 30, minus eight
get it straight
and any age d00d would masterbate
As for you slash-292
I saw that program, programmed by you
It had some guy bangin’ his head
with a ’fatal execution error’ than POP
It’s dead
You can shove PHP and Java up your butt
I know more languages, I make the cut
Doopliss, your raps ’poopless’ I’d give ya credit
but I’d regret it
As for my style, think for a while
I’m a hillbilly mother fucker with west nile
You listen to rap
I call it crap
And you’ll be the one left to ’fap fap fap’
And you think I’m a mechanic? Guess again!
I’m a pro-rights activist for an African-American!
Web design? Shit...
For like web-fuckup, from the pit
But my crib has lights, and they’re lit
I have a real job, at least for a bit.
You can try to hurt my feelings
with lyrical nonsense that’s not appealing
But your sister I hear squealing
Is that my dick she is feeling?
Why don’t you shit out another rhyme
I’ve got the time
I’m off today
buying sleezy bitches off of E-Bay
Your lyrical skill is the only thing off E-Bay,
If my sister’s with you, then you must be really sleazy,
This verse is cheesy, But it still pleases me,
Your just a man whore reppin’ a whole plethora of diseases,
You see that shit man, Yeah, It’s called vocabulary,
The idea is you use your brain, "No, it’s not scary!"
Well, maybe for you, I know you wish you had,
A good education, and maybe even a dad,
But that’s how it goes, you self-proclaimed hillbilly,
Go stutter in front of a crowd, screaming "Yo, what’s the dilli-...",
Before getting booed off stage, some rotten fruits in your face,
You think you’re hearin’ appluase, but it’s the sounds of disgrace,
The "rap, crap" comparison is so fucking old,
Reaches back to Eons ago when the dinosaurs roamed,
As for my tastes, I’d say their quite ecclectic,
A mess of art that’s hectic, Come on insult me, forget it,
I’m finished with you, thinkin’ you’re tough shit reppin’ West Nile,
I’m so fucking great, Hell, I got kicked out of 8 Mile,
I’m using my smooth raps to make some Global raids,
I’m spreading to the top even faster than AIDS.
Slash-292, where are you, I bet that he’s chokin’,
Sucking some dick, At least it’s still provokin’,
Him, from coming back, and spewing raps that are whack,
Hey maybe, just maybe, he’s dieing from a heart attack,
Oh well, I’ll end it here, give him something to spare,
He’s probably reading this, shitting himself from the scare,
Of what I say, breathing fire with ease,
But it only comes natural with natural talents like these.
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Posted: Jun 08, 2007 3:26 p.m. - Subject:
Bitch doop you think you can me down with your gay coo
But what the fuck does that say about you?
You like the dick, you like it hard and fast
You like a 12 incher in your unlubed ass
Me, I be pimpin and pushin and killin and shit
Makin dirty fucks like you eat the grit
When you fuckers flame me, your multiple post whores
But yet I’m still standin, beggin for more
Bitches yet to learn the truth about me
When the dark reality is revealed, your pants you will pee
Quote:
t had some guy bangin’ his head
with a ’fatal execution error’
.
Yo son that be lies and slander
My progz be kickin ass like Derrik Zoolander
You only wish you could make kickass programs like me
But ya cant so go over to your grandmas and drick some tea
I’ll represent what I want, and I’ll do it damn well,
I’ll "SHOOP DOO WOOP" you and make your anus swell,
I’m not trying to flame, it’s a harmless game,
But, I’ll cause you harm if I really tried, Okay?
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Bitches yet to learn the truth about me
When the dark reality is revealed, your pants you will pee
As for that last line, grow up, get serious,
My 6 year old brother has better insults and wits,
Using you and your in the oppsotie ways,
Is liking claiming to be gay when you’re really straight,
That’s right Slash, it’s all directed towards you,
try making up rhymes that don’t involve the word poop,
I’ll put you in a chokehold and fuck it, I’ll kill it,
Stick your face on the stove and fry it in a skillet,
You claim to know about big dicks, but you’re only talk,
Stupid cock, mine is longer then that huge fucking beanstalk!
Panic! at your mom’s house, a similar reference,
You admitted on the forums you watched that Naked Brothers Band nonsense,
I’m the master of pop-culture, and I’m great with a pen,
But I’m best when I’m with women in the comfort of beds,
So just get out, you "Red Hot" Chili Pepper,
You’re more unwanted than a Jerusalem Lepor,
I thought I told you, you’re just a toadstool
I’m Mario with firepower, stickin’ dick to the Princess,
Oh my god, I’m so fucking obnoxious,
It feels like a midget is chillin’ in my boxers.
Take...Oh wait, I don’t even need to,
I’ll wrap this up quick with a message from Yours True...,
Lee, can you see, the way I break between the lines,
I hope this awesome is just blowing your mind.
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Posted: Jun 08, 2007 7:55 p.m. - Subject:
Nigga that second verse didn’t rhyme one bit
Your just a 9th grade moocher, livin off your mamas tit
Bychis like yoself bring disgrace to all da playas
Now go suck off your boyfriend Jaya
I’m gettin real tierd of writin all these rhymes
Makes me wonder if a nickles really half a dime
Im runnin low on material, you byches don’t supply
So now I’m gonna eat a roast beef sammich on rye.
Hey Slash, let me hit you with a little bit of knowledge,
Your insults are more pointless than "Your mother goes to college!",
My rhymes have you spinnin’ in circles with a large diameter,
See, they contain somethin’ I’ll call "Iambic Pentameter",
That’s right, go to school you little prick,
Oh wait, you’re almost 18, but still, you can’t afford it,
And look at you, sayin’ your almost out of rhymes,
Wipe that mayonaise off your face, believe, I’ve got the time,
To school you, and teach you whose your ultimate superior,
I’ll stab you through the heart with my lyrical interior,
That lines the walls in my home that is fresh,
While your livin’ in a box that smells like rotten human flesh.
What’s wrong, am I takin’ the fun out yo’ thread?,
Correct me again, criticize just one verse instead,
That’s all you have against me, you sammich eatin’ hack,
I’ll kick you in the cack, that’s a fact, I’ll make a pact,
To do it again, if you even bother to try,
To criticize another line of mine, go ’head, you’ll die!
Posted: Jun 08, 2007 10:57 p.m. - Subject:
lawts of words confuse my brain, but dont worry, i create pain,
in your ass with a metal pole, it makes me lol.
I can swipe my credit card and get declined then I whine.
Retard is you, lick my shoe.
Your second and fourth verses were a tad absurd,
I hate to ask Grunter, but are you askin’ for my word?
I’ll send you back to school like Mr. Sandwich Eatin’ Slash,
Give you a rash, then give your body a bath,
Where I drown you, beneath my list of sneaky stealthy kills,
And then write about it in here with my very healthy mic skills,
Get out of this, finish a verse, at least one line,
At least try to bring your best game and I’ll bring mine,
As for that credit card allusion, you’re too far in debt,
I’ve "owned" you and I sure as hell don’t show any regret.
Sweet ass? Please, you’re not the bees knees,
Your raps didn’t rhyme, and can’t insult anybody,
At least keep the same raps for more than 2 lines,
You fucked up your raps and the coke is fuckin’ your mind,
You must admit, that ICP is the shit,
No literally, they are shit that I will choose to omit,
I’m sorry if you think that I can’t stand what they say,
I’ll take pride when I say my own raps beat theirs anyway.
