battles happening in the discussion thread now?
You just chose a bout with Rocky, this won't end well
like you drank a thousand sakes Then hopped on a Kawasaki,
another nikka on wheels Who gonna die, you just finished
spitting your Will in double time, and you sounded hurt,
you frowned And found a verse and sounded worse than a
pound of Dirt, bury this clown in earth, the ground andturf
Pull down your skirt, thought you was a about to twerk
I body raps, you rock a body wrap and fake laboutin purse
They wanna see me kick it like some Pele fans, your name
Is Big Dikk, you prolly hit the Nae Nae dance, don't ever
Make a trackn and just say names fam, cause this is something
You gon dread like a raggae band, and my flows are unlimited
No one can mimic it, doper than coke in the boat while Their
Shipping it, you wrote the will and I wrote the certificate ...
And nobody'll notice you missing bytch, knocked out the
Tourny, dropping disses thats light, that shyt don't Add
up like mathmaticians on strike, that diss won't make me
Respect you, Ima end you lifestyle with a magnum, even tho
they Made to pretect you, you talk too much like my stupid baby
Mother, I had to wet you like a lubricated rubber ...
Did dirty in the tourny, you a dirty dikk, you're cured now
Cause that weak verse aint burning shyt, you sounded out of
Breath, like you're probably upset still, it sounded like you
You did that whole song on a treadmill, you call this a
Babbling rap, you lost in the first roundy buddy, you're
The back of the back, I bet you're cock eyed, you're the
Back of the Mac, switch sports, throw a ball fast
At a bat, they call me Ugo Ogugwa, or the boogie man
Either, it's ironic, Big Dikk is a Sugar Land Skeeter
While neegas saving verses for their next round servin
Ugo's wasting verses on a second round virgin, DIKKSET!
this nikka been going off on anything moving
And all the songs been legit fire
Whose gonna battle this nikka in round 3? :RudyWow:
You just chose a bout with Rocky, this won't end well
like you drank a thousand sakes Then hopped on a Kawasaki,
another nikka on wheels Who gonna die, you just finished
spitting your Will in double time, and you sounded hurt,
you frowned And found a verse and sounded worse than a
pound of Dirt, bury this clown in earth, the ground andturf
Pull down your skirt, thought you was a about to twerk
I body raps, you rock a body wrap and fake laboutin purse
They wanna see me kick it like some Pele fans, your name
Is Big Dikk, you prolly hit the Nae Nae dance, don't ever
Make a trackn and just say names fam, cause this is something
You gon dread like a raggae band, and my flows are unlimited
No one can mimic it, doper than coke in the boat while Their
Shipping it, you wrote the will and I wrote the certificate ...
And nobody'll notice you missing bytch, knocked out the
Tourny, dropping disses thats light, that shyt don't Add
up like mathmaticians on strike, that diss won't make me
Respect you, Ima end you lifestyle with a magnum, even tho
they Made to pretect you, you talk too much like my stupid baby
Mother, I had to wet you like a lubricated rubber ...
Did dirty in the tourny, you a dirty dikk, you're cured now
Cause that weak verse aint burning shyt, you sounded out of
Breath, like you're probably upset still, it sounded like you
You did that whole song on a treadmill, you call this a
Babbling rap, you lost in the first roundy buddy, you're
The back of the back, I bet you're cock eyed, you're the
Back of the Mac, switch sports, throw a ball fast
At a bat, they call me Ugo Ogugwa, or the boogie man
Either, it's ironic, Big Dikk is a Sugar Land Skeeter
While neegas saving verses for their next round servin
Ugo's wasting verses on a second round virgin, DIKKSET!
I know mr. dade county with his I don't fukk with uzis cuz they jam beginner bars ain't talking shyt. Beat choice got you the W. Plus I'm recording shyt on fukkin sound recorder one taking everything but that should be over soon and @smARTmouf I dissed you for not even mentioning me in your list.
rap is fun to me so I'm down to drop whenever not like some dudes who still think they gonna blow up (won't mention any names)
I know mr. dade county with his I don't fukk with uzis cuz they jam beginner bars ain't talking shyt. Beat choice got you the W. Plus I'm recording shyt on fukkin sound recorder one taking everything but that should be over soon and @smARTmouf I dissed you for not even mentioning me in your list.
rap is fun to me so I'm down to drop whenever not like some dudes who still think they gonna blow up (won't mention any names)
You just chose a bout with Rocky, this won't end well
like you drank a thousand sakes Then hopped on a Kawasaki,
another nikka on wheels Who gonna die, you just finished
spitting your Will in double time, and you sounded hurt,
you frowned And found a verse and sounded worse than a
pound of Dirt, bury this clown in earth, the ground andturf
Pull down your skirt, thought you was a about to twerk
I body raps, you rock a body wrap and fake laboutin purse
They wanna see me kick it like some Pele fans, your name
Is Big Dikk, you prolly hit the Nae Nae dance, don't ever
Make a trackn and just say names fam, cause this is something
You gon dread like a raggae band, and my flows are unlimited
No one can mimic it, doper than coke in the boat while Their
Shipping it, you wrote the will and I wrote the certificate ...
And nobody'll notice you missing bytch, knocked out the
Tourny, dropping disses thats light, that shyt don't Add
up like mathmaticians on strike, that diss won't make me
Respect you, Ima end you lifestyle with a magnum, even tho
they Made to pretect you, you talk too much like my stupid baby
Mother, I had to wet you like a lubricated rubber ...
Did dirty in the tourny, you a dirty dikk, you're cured now
Cause that weak verse aint burning shyt, you sounded out of
Breath, like you're probably upset still, it sounded like you
You did that whole song on a treadmill, you call this a
Babbling rap, you lost in the first roundy buddy, you're
The back of the back, I bet you're cock eyed, you're the
Back of the Mac, switch sports, throw a ball fast
At a bat, they call me Ugo Ogugwa, or the boogie man
Either, it's ironic, Big Dikk is a Sugar Land Skeeter
While neegas saving verses for their next round servin
Ugo's wasting verses on a second round virgin, DIKKSET!
I know mr. dade county with his I don't fukk with uzis cuz they jam beginner bars ain't talking shyt. Beat choice got you the W. Plus I'm recording shyt on fukkin sound recorder one taking everything but that should be over soon and @smARTmouf I dissed you for not even mentioning me in your list.
rap is fun to me so I'm down to drop whenever not like some dudes who still think they gonna blow up (won't mention any names)