Quote from thursday

Now this is just some shit i do a day
Walkin makin a path but theres haters in muh way
talkin and talkin but thats really rude
dont get me mixed with no weekends im not a lil dude
its thursday...yeah thursday i said it once before
i make a path in the game well thats of course
look at that dudes head its shaped just like a horse
i cant rhyme cause im so insane
upchain i feel like im loosin my brain
game recognize game and thats wuts up
that stick u drew chest wus so small i seen its nipples touch

XD i cant rap.

Well that's interesting considering you said you had a record deal because you were such a good rapper.

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Well that's interesting considering you said you had a record deal because you were such a good rapper.

here we go again im aj thats my little brother hes always on myspace

Hmm, last time somebody accused you of being Houstan-Mane, you said

Quote from thursday

? no you got the ip's mixed up i forgot this pass and made zerzavy and sent a email to a technical guy that works here.
i thought he deleted zerzavy but didnt.

if u want proof ill go to my email and post it.

But whatever, I'm not even going to bother because you're probably just going to deny it and say something along the lines of "nah he mustve stole my ip or something"

Carry on then.

Insulting? Dissing? Doing your wrongs?
No wonder you write in vomit and call them songs.
Telling me to not tell you to stop doing what I did yesterday?
Trust me, I don't do your style of tryin' to diss the enemy away.
It's obvious who is winning here,
The one who's not only rappin' in fear.
Tellin' you that you aren't making a "story?"
Sorry buddy, but your blindness is gory.
As I said in my last post and verse,
Please get a life before you immerse.
I'll keep this finishing rap kind of short,
Cuz you think that I'm attacking your fort.

im insanly sick,
i make the clock tick,
so with this tension,
your gonna need detecation,
cuz imma break your brain
without hesitation,
so if you dont flee
your gonna have to
pay the fee,
so you better fly away
like a lil bee.
this aint no england
we sip on no tee
so when i say I
you better say D...A...N
cuz im onlly countin to ten.
so you better stop talking and start walking
cuz if you dont imma start knocking,
and after you get knocked u can get glocked.

My name is nicole and im so whitty,
I'm dissin back and fourth like the game and fitty,
so all you people on this page bounce with me.

New VERSE OK.
I rap with the corruption in my mind.

The judgement collide with the fleeting dreams inside.

When you think about a dark sky.

Falling down on the earth electrocuted from sorrow wonder why.
Dont dignefy the side that unknown pass me the crown.

When i feel the flow running down from below to heaven.

The wrech put on the devils stench.

It will eventually be purified and fade away undenied.

Cling to your master ill blow you away with my disaster.

You cannot beat the uncharted


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Devour LETS BATTLE

Ahahahah..
You suck.
Sheep.


3 ****ing lines and I own you all.

You wanna be a body in the lake.
ill come at you like a poisinous snake spittin venom,
have you own homies yellin for me sayin get'em end'em
finish this shit, you wanna battle the real deal you'll be wripped apart bit by bit. these are murderious times the most hardcore of rhymes.

ONLY NEED BEGINER SHIT TO END YOU

I love how a forum full of teenage computer geeks can out perform mainstream hip hop artist lyrics wise.

Open your eyes junior
were going on an adventure today
through the airconditioning vents and well be on are way, soon
we will watch the gold lights shimmer 'cross alluminum. Spindel spun confusion on
an early death for dinna, room full of darkness, void of all light
still I see it for whats really there as long as I hold on tight
let the dextromethorphan guide my way through the network
of metal tubes of illumination with a small sly smirk
hinting that he's evil, that hes evil I kid you not
I kid you not junior, now wake from your cot.

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You wanna be a body in the lake.
ill come at you like a poisinous snake spittin venom,
have you own homies yellin for me sayin get'em end'em
finish this shit, you wanna battle the real deal you'll be wripped apart bit by bit. these are murderious times the most hardcore of rhymes.

ONLY NEED BEGINER SHIT TO END YOU

I do believe you need lessons in English.
Because you tend to lack the skill of spelling.
Splendid, chap.

****ING BRIT'D!

****ING!
BRIT'D!

Finally, time to take control.

Well it seems you finally stopped your attack
you've run out of steam, because technique you lack
nothing left to say that isn't wrong
or hasn't been said in your last "song"
so its time for me to take the initiative
and to beat you furiously into submissive
behavior, cut straight to your style's core
and finally finish this tedious rap war
you're one of many among the hoard
your the peasants, i'm the lord
your rebellion efforts are easy to crush
your style has no structure, its just mush
so many different insults that you lose track
of the concepts you intended to include in your rap
but you still struggle, oblivious to the fact
that your very system has already been hacked
my virus disables you from head to feet
and yet you still don't figure out that you're obsolete
until it's too late, no turning back for you
your pride and sense change to gelatinous glue
its fight or flight, you don't know what to do
so in the mean time you diss without even looking at who
your opponent is,
biding time to find a way out of this
so you just send flusters of diss after diss
yet it fails and im still standing in the end
no damage done by the slick raps that you send
so it's time for you to choose which way to lose
fight or flight? you choose

Drocksta son, lemme sit you down, tell you a story
about a young boy who's rhymes were disgusting and poorly
conceived,He kept going and going, and bunny he's not
hes got no substance, verses versus ink blots
he may think he's not, but it's inevitable
he lines will fall apart, like all great things
or not so great, things, I dunno who gives a ****
I'm tripping balls tonight and this should provide me luck.

Irony's the only thing that's killing me,
You say that your winning, hypocracy.
Look at the structure of all of your rhymes,
Rhyming "is" with "this," just one of signs,
that you're losing but trying at a desperate rate.
Stubbornly denying your obvious fate.
Everything you said that time proved me right,
In response to a diss you make a scene and a fight.
You take the smallest thing wrong and snatch at it in desperation,
Looking for something to bring your salvation.
I'll tell you, boy, you'll find nothing worth grabbing,
You can only diss and diss, a pathetic padding.
Next time you come here, make a decision:
Give up the rap war or succumb to precision.
Taking control? Give me a break.
The hope you may see is obviously fake.
It seems that you were doomed from the start,
If you're gonna take some one on, have some heart.
Enjoy what you do, don't throw random disses,
Don't join in with all the son of a bitches.
Now ask the question at the end of your song to yourself;
Will you continue the idiocracy, or admit defeat?

Directed at drocksta.

First off, never said shit 'bout taking control
take all of your thoughts place them in a sturdy bowl
please mix and let simmer and watch steam rise
note how it lacks metaphorical surprises!
Watch me realize that you weren't even talking to me
and follow my eyes as they still resist defeat
but the defeat sources from none
its a personal affair
give a care, no, rather let my music blare.
You can argue that these are poems not raps
vocalize over a piano, thats still a ****in hot track
I know only niggers call em tracks usually
but just forget about that part, rewind it back, quick-l-y.
Now that all 40 of those cough-gels are finished
sit back, relax, and watch reality diminish.

Lol I wasn't directing that at you; read my edit.

mhmm, now it gets interesting.

It seems we both tire of the same raps that mingle
back and fourth nobody winning for a single
moment, so let's take this up a notch
no more dirty blows to the face or the crotch
let's start a little battle story
an epic poem of sorts, however peaceful or gory
you want it to be, i'll start out soft
and you pick up where i left off
it'll be easier that way, we'll see who's the better
conveyor of emotions through lyrical letter
much deeper than stupid shots back and fourth
much more weaved together in a quilt of sorts
if you don't want to do it, then just decline
i'll forfeit and you'll be the winner, but you'll be fined
it shows that you can't go deeper than insults
and that'll be an empty victory that results
so once again i give you the same choice again
much more civilized with a fresh start to end
this battle definitively and see who can really fight
so once again: fight or flight?
Directed at devour