DBfan187 this is for you
Dbfan I'll break my foot off in ya ***,
and I got big feet man,
I find it hilarious ya screen-name means D*ckBeatfan.
And what the F*ck is 187?,
Is that some kinda joke?,
The only thing ya fat *** 187s is sub sandwiches and cokes.
All you do is post "owned" pics,
you don't contribute sh*t,
you fantasize about Yokozuna bonzai droppin' on ya d*ck.
I'll send you spiralin' like Drano,
and rip ya f*ckin' heart out like I'm Kano,
you tha type that eats *** on ya sandwhich instead of mayo.
You ain't nuthin' but a fagg,
I'll make you tap dance like Gregory Hines with a 44mag.
You a fat *** mark,
when I find you it'll be a tragedy,
you not allowed to step on elevators,
cuz you exceed the weight capacity.
If somebody broke in ya house,
you couldn't even stop the burglar,
you'd be in ya room with a hard-on,
french kissin' a Hardees frisco burger.
You talk big sh*t,
like you some buff guy,
when really you a sissy behind a keyboard,
a gay *** internet toughguy.
Try ta come at me from any angle,
It's all the same result,
you get ya *** beat and strangled,
get ya head cracked and smashed,
I'll have ya body smellin like a dingle-berry in the crack of a cow's ***.
Oh yeah,
that girl you had in ya avatar had NO *** AT ALL,
but I bet she gives good head though,
tell that trick ta give me a call,
I'll cut bacon offa ya back b*tch,
or turn ya hide inta leather,
I bet ya fat *** takes bites outta live chickens,
and even swallows their f*ckin' feathers.
I'm dangerous dawg.
I'll light a match to ya house,
after I douse it with propane,
I heard ya father's hairline is in desperate need of Rogaine.
And so what if this diss is harsh,
I don't give a f*ck,
you the one that started talkin' the sh*t and gettin' buck.
After I kick ya ***,
I'm ask you how it feels ta choke,
on ya own grill gettin' knocked down ya muthaf*ckin throat.
Ima grown *** man,
when you refer to me, call me mister,
I think ya mother might be ya aunt,
cuz she' really ya father's sister.
I'm finished with you,
you ******-*** Paul E. Shore lookin' b*tch,
and don't bother responding either,
cuz you on my ignore list. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/wink.gif.608e3ea05f1a9f98611af0861652f8fb.gif
This guy's rhymes always have video games in them....
Distance son, the key word that leaves your rhymes behind
So monotonous, try writing styles with your mind
It looks like to threw some curses together
Then mixed them with other words, oooh your're clever
Get off this lyrical train son, you're done
The ride stopped 600 posts ago, back when you had 1
That's a memory I like to relive
Your ****** *** tried to post where I live
You can't handle that information, it's hidden
Kinda like your ****, only I'm not the one drippin'
Just ask your mom about me
When she looked she was weak in the knees
When I put one on her she started to beg me please
I'm talkin' about rhymes mother f*cker, no hummer
Your sick mind was thinking about her and the plumber
Sometimes your rhyme reminds me of a sloth
So slow, it takes off like David Lee Roth in his prime
it's time,
To alleviate your rhyme style
And replace it with mine
Something tells me you would respond to animal calls
Like a hungry hungry hippo, you swallow little white balls
The true black Jew, screw you
Do they have a briss in the ghetto too?
That's why yo dick's hidden
Your doc's yamaca was in the way when he started clippin'
"Oops! I'm sorry drumz, I severed your penis..."
"It's ok doc.... girls would never even need this."
So are you done rappin' yet son?
It's too bad I'm on ignore, you little *****
We could have a battle, but I think I just won.
