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Posted: Jun 10, 2007 9:13 a.m. - Subject:
Mothafukas I be back, Back from da hood
Poppin punk ass’d niggas, like a gangsta should
I got mo’ respect than you could eva hope for, fo sho
I’m so fucking sexy, I put shame to The Crow
Bitch I like chicken, and ribs, and orange soda too
I’m as black as that nigga from that 90s black sitcom show, Goo
My skin may not show it, but deep inside im street
Now I gonna watch that DVD of season 2 of Pete and Pete
It takes a real man to admit he likes old time TV
But fuck that, I aint. I ain’t gonna be no pussy
I wanna see 50 cent pop Ice Cube in da ass
With a cold Mac-90, give’s my asshole gas.
Last nite my farts be smellin up a goddamn storm
But you gotta eat that shit to keep a gangsta form
I pay for it in skidmarks and spray bottles of Febreez
But hell, its worth it to keep my gangsta diet at eaze.
Hey Slash, I’m glad we can agree on somethin’
The fact of the matta is, 90’s T.V. is bumpin,
Figure It Out, Kablam!, and even Pete and Pete,
Cousin Skeeter was the Mac Daddy of bitches and skeet,
Legends Of the Hidden Temple, Are You Afraid Of The Dark?,
Not so much when Speed Racer street races in his Go-Kart,
Don’t forget Kenan and Kel, and the original All That,
Word son, 90’s T.V. is where it’s at.
Are you unintelligent mother fuckers finally done?
Did I steal this thread and make it lose it’s fun?
I make this rhyme to get my post count plus one,
Yeah, I’m finished, Ain’t got time fo’ puns.
Master Egg
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Posted: Jun 15, 2007 12:27 a.m. - Subject:
Chicka chicka word, you all eat turd.
Go fuck a bird, cause im through with this shit
Im tired of hearin ’yo spit through the microphone
Go on home, go on to ’yo moms
While im in the club, droppin bombz on the mic
Mr. Bungle is a mexican,
Although he’s quite intelligent,
He’s always so belligerent,
He’s lost all of his commons sense,
With just a bit of pocket change to his name,
That he goes and spends on headphones that get taken away,
By his mom, because she thought that too much was paid,
So he couldn’t hear no music for the rest of the day,
I can really tell his choice of music kind of sucks,
Except for the Chili Peppers and my homeboys in Primus,
His avatar is trippy shit as trippy as can be,
But hallucinogenic words are always comin’ out of me,
I know that’s he’s a wrestler,
Like Adams Family Uncle Lester,
Pedo Baitin’ some molesters,
Underneath the Texas Weather,
Where it’s hot like Locklear, Heather,
Or even lighter than a feather,
You fuckers can’t seem to do much better,
Go stain your sheets you bed-wetters.
Master Egg
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Posted: Jun 15, 2007 2:44 p.m. - Subject:
Quote:
Mr. Bungle is a mexican,
Although he’s quite intelligent,
He’s always so belligerent,
He’s lost all of his commons sense,
With just a bit of pocket change to his name,
That he goes and spends on headphones that get taken away,
By his mom, because she thought that too much was paid,
So he couldn’t hear no music for the rest of the day,
I can really tell his choice of music kind of sucks,
Except for the Chili Peppers and my homeboys in Primus,
His avatar is trippy shit as trippy as can be,
But hallucinogenic words are always comin’ out of me,
I know that’s he’s a wrestler,
Like Adams Family Uncle Lester,
Pedo Baitin’ some molesters,
Underneath the Texas Weather,
Where it’s hot like Locklear, Heather,
Or even lighter than a feather,
You fuckers can’t seem to do much better,
Go stain your sheets you bed-wetters.
Damn, that was cool. Im just glad I didnt get pwnt, just talked about.
Damn, that was cool. Im just glad I didnt get pwnt, just talked about.
And I’m glad that I got complimented,
And not mis-fucking-represented,
Between all of these fucking eggs,
That try and go interpetin’
Things they can’t quite understand,
Like RE’s most masculine man,
The one who goes and breaks some fuckin’ hands,
Talkin’ shit that goes and hits the fan.
Bungle, I guess I got nothing bad to say,
And no one else will counteract this anyway,
"You’re Crashing, But You’re Still No Wave",
Rock song reference about a courtroom case.
Yes, that’s how it is,
I’m quite glad you picked it up again,
Bump n’ thump for all your friends,
I ain’t makin’ no demands,
I’ve got even bigger plans,
Don’t start speakin’ through your swollen glands,
I’m infinite where I never start or never end.
Power Egg
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Posted: Jul 25, 2007 2:48 p.m. - Subject:
You got bigger plans eh?
goin to castro street n pickin up all the gays
I am straight but you go both ways,
I smoke weed you smoke pine
You about as straight as a crooked line
I drink gin while you sippin on some seamen
What the hell were you thinking bumping a topic this old?
But it’s okay, I’ll stick you in a mine so you can find me some gold,
It’s okay though, my lyrics already are,
Whereas you got rhyme talent from wsihin upon a shitty little star
Next time you write a stanza, take the time,
To align your lines, and keep your verbal sequence on time,
And grammar? Oh please, you couldn’t even spell "Chyea" right,
So much for those "spelling lessons" from your daddy at night,
Don’t ever come back here, I’ll be sure to make you look,
In the opposite direction, so then you’ll be in my baby book.
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Posted: Jul 25, 2007 7:17 p.m. - Subject:
what the hell, this makes me sick
get the fuck off of the head of my dick
you can’t rap like me
all you can do is give your mom vd
GMT has all the rhymes
counting fat bills while you count your dimes
cross me and I’ll shoot you with both my nines
you guys used AB way to many times
I know you tried, but what’s the use
you guy’s raps sound like Dr. Seuse
I read this thread, its pretty lame
so bad in fact "grunter" shoulda been its name
now I know someone is gonna give me heat
just sit back and enjoy the beat
cause I’m jusr running my mouth
and you guys rap like your from the South
We rap like we’re from the South? Wow, you’re unintelligent,
You bring a whole new term to the meaning "Self-Indulgent",
You have no rhymes, You’ve got no money,
You’d blow my mind if you could even count past the number "Twenty",
And I’d like to let you know, my nine rides shotgun,
As my car kicks up the dust, you’ll be left to be forgotten,
The shitty images you post are really quite obnoxious,
Even though no one is laughing, you still repeat the goddamn process,
So you’d better get your story straight, don’t think you can relax,
There’s a fine line between your fiction and the facts.
Honestly, don’t even try coming back to that (with something whack). This isn’t a rhyme either, but more of a warning.
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Posted: Jul 26, 2007 5:19 a.m. - Subject:
now listen here son that wasn’t aimed at you
but since you wanna rumble here’s what we’ll do
I’ll pretend you have skill, that you have flow
even though we all know that you are a homo
you think you can talk about you car in this rap
it’s nothing be a duct taped piece of crap
I wouldn’t drive it even if I had no feet
now shut your silly self up and listen to the beat
you gave it your best so I’ll give ya props
even though I’ve heard better insults
from little league short stops
its because you are too damn white
put you in a dark room, don’t even need a nite light
and yes I said "rap like you are fome the south"
everything I’ve seen sounds like
you had snuff in your mouth
don’t mess with me or I’ll kick your ass
my fist is like Jupiter, you’ll feel the mass
i got so many car bombs that call me Iraq
you got so many duds they call you a wetback
so don’t try and mess with me
you can’t hang with GMT
Alright GMT, you think you can beat me?
With your outcries of "faggot" insults, and elementary vocabulary,
You won’t win this fight, because I’ll make it rain,
Even though you were reigned on in the fight you had with Pain,
Needless to say, you could never win,
Go back to your tell-tale stories of "awesome lifts" and stealin’,
The only bombs you have are between each of your lines,
And you fumble over the others, like you’re steppin’ on landmines,
Give it up, big shot, you’ll soon be shot down,
I’ll put weights on your feet, leave you in a pool to drown,
You can struggle all you like, with all your supposed might,
But in the end, I dominate and keep in check both day and night.
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Posted: Jul 26, 2007 3:30 p.m. - Subject:
oh look at that, more AB shit
learn to rap you little twit
you gotta have flow, you gotta have style
not just a mouth as big as a country mile
you think you can give me crap
all you are doing is setting your lips to flap
I drop bombs you drop turds
you don’t even properly rhyme your words
yeah you make a pretty speech
but mother facko I’m outta your reach
so go ahead and talk all the trash you like
then get off the computer and ride your bike
you wish you had the girls that I do
cause you got more porn than all fo Yahoo
I’m GMT you can’t touch my name
I’ hard as steel, I don’t bend
I’ll stop now so you can post your next flame
but it will die like a candle in the wind
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Posted: Jul 26, 2007 4:03 p.m. - Subject:
GMT is a liar you see
The claims he makes about his thievery
Are more far-fetched than the tales of Iraq boastin WMD’s
Everytime someone tells him the truth, he kills it
He needs to get a pre5cription for testes and fill it
Only lifts hes ever pulled is prep H for his moms
He dont show up when prophets on the mic preachin their psalms
Im Mr B. from the ELP, you cant touch me
My rhymes be bitin you like a banshee
You best run on home wit’ yo tail ’tween yo legs
Stealin aint right, its more honorable to beg
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Posted: Jul 26, 2007 4:42 p.m. - Subject:
you begging alright you begging for props
you wanna have cover when the bomb drops
I came in here to have some fun
and so far all I have seen looks pretty dumb
you can’t rap, you again got shit
you sound like a retard having a fit
bungle? its more like bung-hole
trying to flame me with those lines you stole
run your mouth and do your dance
but I’ma kick you ass through those dollor store pants
