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He needs to respond.. If it was me wouldve responded dat same day wit an off da top for dis haha
Blackslash - Silence( The Ruler 09 Diss)
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Ok finished what I was doing so took a small amount of time to reply quickly...
Black-slash you take it in ya back crack
Took an hour to write that wack trash
I never had a back pack but do have a black mack
So ain’t afraid to clap back….
You’re garbage retarded
I’m scaring this b*stard
With bars that’s the hardest
While honestly lyrically you a disgrace
I’ll slap you round your face like Diddy did to Drake
Take that!
My Mob will drop you ASAP, like Rocky
Motherfukker you too cocky
When them bars are so sloppy
You a homophobic homosexual self hating
Jay’s cum stains on your lips are self incriminating
Prick you're on his dikk more than Beyonce
You don’t have a bytch just a male fiancée
You ain’t Hip Hop you just grip knobs and dikk slob
You’re not a big boss like Rick Ross never licked shots…
My Killer Rhymes Intellectually Nullify all Opponents
When it comes to skills you lack all components
Your head is swollen, your style is stolen
From Young Thug and such, but I’m an OG
Organized General true legends they know me
I’m an Outlaw and I’m ready to ride
Something’s wrong when Fatal died and this bytch is still alive…
And I never been to Scotland but still…
This motherfukker about to get kilt (Killed)
But for the good of Hip Hop we should have an embargo
Of your bullshyt tracks from Brooklyn to Glasgow
Your struggle flow worse than a Juggalo
Yet you try to diss me? p*ssy you must be high on PCP
We all know you’re Cotton Candy like ICP
Your mics feedback be offended by them weak raps
Freestyle or written you always drop some bleak trash…
When The Ruler’s returning I bring The Higher Learning
I rattle domes in The Battle Zone you gonna need a chaperone
Tell your fam to build a catacomb
You’re insecure probably got bullied in The Locker Room
I shoot a harpoon that brings this MF’s Doom
You Madvilany and I’m a True Hero
Under God’s will so don’t fear foes
You zero….
Take Me To Your Leader cause you’re not equipped
You’re an ignorant arrogant unintelligent little kid
A sheep that’s beneath me faeces while I’m greezy
You a Narcissistic Waste’a Air but you ain’t Eazy
But you do have aids from suspect actions that’s sleazy
Fire shots at you when you on the bus like Weezy
Bust off in ya girls face, my semen make her facial features less greasy
I’m Lee Haney lyrically while you weedy
Like the 18th Letter I am known as The Master
Your rhymes thrown in The Bushes mine’s destined for The Rafters….
You need to go to The Gym, not in lyrical fitness
Trolls gossip like in Salons, you just some bytchES!!!
Procrastinate while I innovate on the Road To Riches
Like Giancanna your whole persona is premadonna
I suck out your soul like Madonna
Turn up the heat like a sauna
Smoke this p*ssy like marijuana
Praise Allah for allowing me the honour of melting you like lava
You gonna be a goner, SHOULD OF PICKED ANOTHER GENRE!!!
You Common on The Corner I’m coming with bombs to warn ya
Cause I’m mentally much stronger
Fundamentally the don of this, you androgynous monotonous take dikks down your oesophagus
While my mind is homogenous with philosophers
You’re synonymous with awfulness
Should have showed some caution bytch…
But we know you’re yellow
I’m mellow but still ghetto while you probably wear stilettos
I’m the Prince Po the Pharaoh Organizing your Konfusion
What you spit is an illusion
Put the pen and mic down cause you make NO contribution…
Black-slash you take it in ya back crack
Took an hour to write that wack trash
I never had a back pack but do have a black mack
So ain’t afraid to clap back….
You’re garbage retarded
I’m scaring this b*stard
With bars that’s the hardest
While honestly lyrically you a disgrace
I’ll slap you round your face like Diddy did to Drake
Take that!
My Mob will drop you ASAP, like Rocky
Motherfukker you too cocky
When them bars are so sloppy
You a homophobic homosexual self hating
Jay’s cum stains on your lips are self incriminating
Prick you're on his dikk more than Beyonce
You don’t have a bytch just a male fiancée
You ain’t Hip Hop you just grip knobs and dikk slob
You’re not a big boss like Rick Ross never licked shots…
My Killer Rhymes Intellectually Nullify all Opponents
When it comes to skills you lack all components
Your head is swollen, your style is stolen
From Young Thug and such, but I’m an OG
Organized General true legends they know me
I’m an Outlaw and I’m ready to ride
Something’s wrong when Fatal died and this bytch is still alive…
And I never been to Scotland but still…
This motherfukker about to get kilt (Killed)
But for the good of Hip Hop we should have an embargo
Of your bullshyt tracks from Brooklyn to Glasgow
Your struggle flow worse than a Juggalo
Yet you try to diss me? p*ssy you must be high on PCP
We all know you’re Cotton Candy like ICP
Your mics feedback be offended by them weak raps
Freestyle or written you always drop some bleak trash…
When The Ruler’s returning I bring The Higher Learning
I rattle domes in The Battle Zone you gonna need a chaperone
Tell your fam to build a catacomb
You’re insecure probably got bullied in The Locker Room
I shoot a harpoon that brings this MF’s Doom
You Madvilany and I’m a True Hero
Under God’s will so don’t fear foes
You zero….
Take Me To Your Leader cause you’re not equipped
You’re an ignorant arrogant unintelligent little kid
A sheep that’s beneath me faeces while I’m greezy
You a Narcissistic Waste’a Air but you ain’t Eazy
But you do have aids from suspect actions that’s sleazy
Fire shots at you when you on the bus like Weezy
Bust off in ya girls face, my semen make her facial features less greasy
I’m Lee Haney lyrically while you weedy
Like the 18th Letter I am known as The Master
Your rhymes thrown in The Bushes mine’s destined for The Rafters….
You need to go to The Gym, not in lyrical fitness
Trolls gossip like in Salons, you just some bytchES!!!
Procrastinate while I innovate on the Road To Riches
Like Giancanna your whole persona is premadonna
I suck out your soul like Madonna
Turn up the heat like a sauna
Smoke this p*ssy like marijuana
Praise Allah for allowing me the honour of melting you like lava
You gonna be a goner, SHOULD OF PICKED ANOTHER GENRE!!!
You Common on The Corner I’m coming with bombs to warn ya
Cause I’m mentally much stronger
Fundamentally the don of this, you androgynous monotonous take dikks down your oesophagus
While my mind is homogenous with philosophers
You’re synonymous with awfulness
Should have showed some caution bytch…
But we know you’re yellow
I’m mellow but still ghetto while you probably wear stilettos
I’m the Prince Po the Pharaoh Organizing your Konfusion
What you spit is an illusion
Put the pen and mic down cause you make NO contribution…
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Prince.Skeletor
Don’t Be Like He-Man
plz stay away from the mic!!!!
ISO
Pass me the rock nikka
Wow what a bytch nikka
Tales of a NY Kid>>>>>>K-Rino discography
Edit: Nikka negged me
The lyrics read a lot better than your actual flow breh, all you need to do is work on timing lmao
but mane I gotta dap and rep that shyt still!
good lord that fuccin intro
"we got nuccas from Scotland on here"
and then the bars at the end somehow shouting out both brooklynzson and cook on the slick. Depth son. Lmao
Goodnight Coli
Canada Goose
Pooping on your head :umad:
This reminded me of Game with all the name dropping..
Better then Krino?Wow what a bytch nikka
Tales of a NY Kid>>>>>>K-Rino discography
Edit: Nikka negged me
Yea you must be trying to get negged.
Not bad
Hybrinetics
Banned
Ok finished what I was doing so took a small amount of time to reply quickly...
Black-slash you take it in ya back crack
Took an hour to write that wack trash
I never had a back pack but do have a black mack
So ain’t afraid to clap back….
You’re garbage retarded
I’m scaring this b*stard
With bars that’s the hardest
While honestly lyrically you a disgrace
I’ll slap you round your face like Diddy did to Drake
Take that!
My Mob will drop you ASAP, like Rocky
Motherfukker you too cocky
When them bars are so sloppy
You a homophobic homosexual self hating
Jay’s cum stains on your lips are self incriminating
Prick you're on his dikk more than Beyonce
You don’t have a bytch just a male fiancée
You ain’t Hip Hop you just grip knobs and dikk slob
You’re not a big boss like Rick Ross never licked shots…
My Killer Rhymes Intellectually Nullify all Opponents
When it comes to skills you lack all components
Your head is swollen, your style is stolen
From Young Thug and such, but I’m an OG
Organized General true legends they know me
I’m an Outlaw and I’m ready to ride
Something’s wrong when Fatal died and this bytch is still alive…
And I never been to Scotland but still…
This motherfukker about to get kilt (Killed)
But for the good of Hip Hop we should have an embargo
Of your bullshyt tracks from Brooklyn to Glasgow
Your struggle flow worse than a Juggalo
Yet you try to diss me? p*ssy you must be high on PCP
We all know you’re Cotton Candy like ICP
Your mics feedback be offended by them weak raps
Freestyle or written you always drop some bleak trash…
When The Ruler’s returning I bring The Higher Learning
I rattle domes in The Battle Zone you gonna need a chaperone
Tell your fam to build a catacomb
You’re insecure probably got bullied in The Locker Room
I shoot a harpoon that brings this MF’s Doom
You Madvilany and I’m a True Hero
Under God’s will so don’t fear foes
You zero….
Take Me To Your Leader cause you’re not equipped
You’re an ignorant arrogant unintelligent little kid
A sheep that’s beneath me faeces while I’m greezy
You a Narcissistic Waste’a Air but you ain’t Eazy
But you do have aids from suspect actions that’s sleazy
Fire shots at you when you on the bus like Weezy
Bust off in ya girls face, my semen make her facial features less greasy
I’m Lee Haney lyrically while you weedy
Like the 18th Letter I am known as The Master
Your rhymes thrown in The Bushes mine’s destined for The Rafters….
You need to go to The Gym, not in lyrical fitness
Trolls gossip like in Salons, you just some bytchES!!!
Procrastinate while I innovate on the Road To Riches
Like Giancanna your whole persona is premadonna
I suck out your soul like Madonna
Turn up the heat like a sauna
Smoke this p*ssy like marijuana
Praise Allah for allowing me the honour of melting you like lava
You gonna be a goner, SHOULD OF PICKED ANOTHER GENRE!!!
You Common on The Corner I’m coming with bombs to warn ya
Cause I’m mentally much stronger
Fundamentally the don of this, you androgynous monotonous take dikks down your oesophagus
While my mind is homogenous with philosophers
You’re synonymous with awfulness
Should have showed some caution bytch…
But we know you’re yellow
I’m mellow but still ghetto while you probably wear stilettos
I’m the Prince Po the Pharaoh Organizing your Konfusion
What you spit is an illusion
Put the pen and mic down cause you make NO contribution…
The smiley version...
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Wow what a bytch nikka
Tales of a NY Kid>>>>>>K-Rino discography
Edit: Nikka negged me
my nikka!!!
he a hoe b 