Please just stop now.... I would respect you if this stuff didn't **** so bad. But anyway, I'll give you the pleasure of a retort.are you sure it hurts your eyes so bad?cause personally id think that ud be glad
that i had the chance to take the glance
at the rhymes that u once said
but now the time
to beat ur rhymes
im stompin over them
but always in time
we keep the beat
all tidy and neat
but morgan ur gonna lose
cause there aint no rules
u use metaphors
but they so unwelcome
i showed 'em tha door
so pack it up
dont give a ****
and ill make it clear
that ur rhymes aint welcome here.
Ha!
97jeep,
Im surpised you got the nerve ta speak,
I'm surpised you can talk at all after ya father pumped you in ya cheeks.
You a hardcore fagg,
you go to gay bars to get ya mack on,
you **** nuts,
and pay women to work you in the *** with a strap-on.
You petite lookin' pusssy,
I'll sprinkle anthrax in ya Tampax,
ya flows are HORRIBLE playa,
you need ta go ahead and can that.
My flows are light years beyond yours,
and it ain't gonna change b*tch,
I'll smack the f*ck outta you and ya momma,
cuz I'm Rick James b*tch!
Ima General gettin' dollars,
you shop at the Dollar General,
ya *** is pitiful,
I'll spay ya house in 5 round intervals.
You a mark *** b*tch,
I'll blast ya *** you petty punk,
Ya momma told me ya dad's uncircumsized foreskin looks like an elephant's trunk.
I was hittin' ya mother doggie style,
while she was chokin' off my weed smoke,
then I turned the b*tch over,
and made her fat-*** deep throat.
She was slurpin' like a muthaf*cka,
then I busted on her eye,
and then I told the b*tch,
if ya son don't shut the f*ck up he's gonna die.
Ya moms a freaky ho,
she turned me over and started lickin' my crack,
then I farted on that b*tches face,
and blasted her eyebrows back.
You can't compete son,
It's best to just ignore me,
or get cracked over ya head with an empty Corona forty.
Beeitch...
surrender neverremember this:because you cant contend with this,
i suggest that you surrender bi+ch,
its clear you're illiterate
so consider it
feutile
and develop a new style
youre nothing but a rude child
sure, im crude, vile
in a bad mood, wild,
but i have a vocabulary,
your repetitive diction, shows intelect, less than a chicken. no second guessin limitkid seven
best be confessin, you through! naw im just messin.
what, are you and the other kid a$$ buddies in orlando or something, how bout you come at me w/what you got?????limit- you would think after 40 some odd pages, you would have gotten better.
your rhymes are boring, inducing snoring, do somethin for me, go drink some chlorine. PLEASE, youre not even clever with lies, you cant never try, to be in my league so sever the ties youve tried, to form.surrender neverwhy should i have to when my lyrics are more clever
you call me illiterate
but how can that be u're insufficient
defined as inadequate
what rhymes with that???? how about u've been stomped on by limit
now i see you spellin out my seven when clearly its 1 digit
how can u call me a child when you were born after 87
come on its not really you talkin its your inner spirit
next time u write somethin you should refer to EVERYONE ELSE but limit