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Permalink Reply by BIGG PAUL on August 8, 2009 at 8:27pm

OK I AINT EVEN GET HURTIN BY DAT
YOU A P**** I KILL YOU WITH 1 SCRATCH
YOU A CAT I CHOKE YOU 2 YOU LAST BREATH
HAVE YOUR DEATH ON MY HANDS BUT I WASH IT OFF COZ I AINT A TRAMP THAT A HOMICIDE CASE NOW YOUR THE WASTE HUH
BEST CALL YOUR PALS AND TELL THEM TO TAKE YOU 2 THE S***** ASS DUMP
YOU A GUPPY ASWEL AS A RAT TAKE OF MY NOSE
I CAN STILL SMELL DAT S*** I HIT YOU UP AND CUT YOU UP
YOU A DRAG QUEEN DESIGNER CLOTHS WHERES YOUR PICTURE AT BRO
YOU CAN SEE HIM IN MISS DRAG 09 YOU A F** DONT GET YOUR PERSONALITY MIXED UP WITH MINE YOU GAY THAS OK I AINT GONNA BRAG ABOUT IT YOU CANT HELP ADMITTIN IT YOU A F** BUT YO MOMMA LUK LIKE YO DAD
I BET YO REALLY DO GET MIXED UP AH YOU CANT HELP IT
YOU SPECIAL HEAD AWW DO YOU WANT ME 2 STOP TILL YOU GET BACK FROM THE MEDS
YOU B**** AND I CANNOT LIE NOW STOP ACTIN STUPID BEFO YOU DIE.

HAHA M***********.

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Permalink Reply by Mike The Trashman on August 9, 2009 at 12:06pm

That s*** sucked so much I aint gonna bother wit it. Get a little bit a skill, even a little bit and then come back at me.

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Permalink Reply by Shoty Boy AMO on September 12, 2009 at 6:18pm

see i dont be byin when you niggas be lyin
cause i wuz out here grindin when you niggas was lying
i aint lying my bars is iron
n i spit em and break metal doors you can call em metal -phors
n on da block no cap i got my coke rewards
n the only coke rewards you got wuz at coke dot com
n i got da scope n umm....the clips you use for an extra arm
the steel so big it a knock the decept out of megatron
n yo b**** know bout my third leg cause i made her third come
n if you trip i let that gat burst... now you know bout my third arm
n that gage a pick up a suburb-on
and my swag so fly.... they call me super mans third son
n im a m*********** pit off the chain bite a niggas head off
c*** my leg up n p*** on his brain
n we are different we are not the same i am a martian no lil wayne
you thinkin you can beat me you do better with ya jimmy my n****
my s*** jam no bread no jiffy my n****...too eazy

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Permalink Reply by Ness on July 26, 2009 at 9:33pm

Another day Another lie
I reach up for tha sky
but i'll never get to touch it till tha special day i die
then life becomes a blur
they wrote me a referral fa bein an underclassmen in this overclass world
but it should be reversed
tha difference iz coerse
where they shoot me down if they see this n**** finish first
yeah im proud but it hurts
to see wat evil lurks
oh dnt be too shocked itz been this way since before ya birth
and watz worse
they think i snatched her purse
and they call us dancin monkeyz while we dance to "Your A Jerk" (i got more but itz too much)

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Permalink Reply by Mike The Trashman on July 29, 2009 at 1:41am

Whether I type/ or grab a mic/ its kinda like/ when I git a pen, begin to write/ breathe life/ when I recite/ these unmentionable/ memorables/ enterin you/ centerin you/ take a breath, cause its due/ relax/ hit that/ this track/ is clissac/ I mean classic/ s***, thats habit/ read this, grab it/ like a blunt and pass it/ to the world on internet/ or to your girl to git her wet/ either way its a bet/ they gonna feel me inside they body/ I'm too good to deny me/ voice'll never leave your head/ like the way it feel to pee the bed/ gimme some water and a piece of bread/ but no you let me sleep in the street instead/ woke up every mornin alone and cold/ felt like I had no more soul/ but its alive again and I give it to you/ dear world Baltimore city delivered you/ eeewwwww/ what else can I do?/ what more can I say?/ makin this music the Baltimore way/ wit heart and passion/ mix old fashioned art wit rappin/....... check me on youtube Mike The Trashman - Delivered 2 You for the rest of the song or www.trashmanlives.com for more music and videos.

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Permalink Reply by 3Times on July 30, 2009 at 11:16pm

up and outta no where walking the thin line/ to rake in b****** each and everytime stopping leeches that think they're lips linked to no sense rhyming bars can spit/ this is it getting better every bad step i link tihnk of me as the spirit to smash the trash you rhyme/ you try but six doesn't when i need to spit, plant my pen to a blank sheet and the bullets that sway between lines are never over the color of the sheet(blank)/ this is it no more bars cuz i don't wana spit, what i'm willing to do could be compared to a phenomenon like the earth is split, though i don't drift and die in the space that the ball fit, i bounce cuz the gangsters are even bound to get brain sick when the young kid lets his chainsaw rip mid rip switch to the blade that for he's a better fit, fit!

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Permalink Reply by 3Times on July 31, 2009 at 12:35am

i got a battle strategy you can see me out with a verse on the track,
but heres a quick tip just for that tragedy might happen right when i snap back,
this is an open battle to any battler who's got lines a little above the average wack,
keep options open cuz six is the number to come and ravage that, ravage what?
your bars that should be in the dust collecting it with the others on the racks...
holla--

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Permalink Reply by Mike The Trashman on July 31, 2009 at 1:24am

Do I really gotta spit that GUTTA BRAVADO ?
Just to prove that I'm TOUGH AND MACHO ?
I won't talk about cash and cars WHEN I RAP
Because, I don't have NONE OF THAT
What I do have is the HEART OF A FIGHTER
The wack ARTIST SNIPER
Go anywhere in the world, START UP A CIPHER
Mike mouf SPARK LIKE A LIGHTER
when I SPIT THIS FLAME
Fist thru your face, SQUISHIN YOUR BRAIN
You talkin s*** but you just a B**** IN THE RING
Yeah you got some mouth but what HAPPENED TO THE REST OF YOU ?
Me, I'm slick and cool always RAPPIN PROFFESSIONAL
1 smile got your girl sweatin like a T*******
While my right keeps bangin off THE LEFT OF YOU
Hook to the head, hook to the BODY
Uppercut to the chin can't none of ya STOP ME
You better off just buyin a ticket to WATCH ME
As long as I'm around you CAN'T BE THE MAN
So settle for second best, and just BE A FAN

DAMN !!!

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Permalink Reply by Haspy on July 31, 2009 at 9:19pm

Don't come around sayin you a professional,
I'll send t******* to gut, then popsicle to butt
Why s***, when assemble couple niggas to hunt
I'm a Bugs Bunny while you're a Daffy Duck
I'm the filet mignon and you're the extra shrimp
I ate four before this, I ought to break your wrist
Sell limbs off the ebay as you abort from fetus
Have a catholic ask why? I said it's just for Jesus
Consider this a crusader, un-caped to kill haters
Not a patriot but a giant, big brother to the fakers
Have to tuck them away oh for so everlasting,
Don't have the stride to pace on my lyrical rhyming
Fresh off the plate, Chef special I'm the cake
Not a fruit by the loop nor eat my noodle soup
But a soda on the side alright, pass the airhead
Blondes not included for my Kool-Aid, Oh yeah!!

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Permalink Reply by Mike The Trashman on August 1, 2009 at 3:03am

Goin thru some personal s***
Then I heard this little b****
Name crappsy
Try to get at me
He's wack thinkin he can out rap me
But I needed to laugh
this s*** makes me happy
We are not the same. I am an artist.
Smart and sharp, but you're part retarted
I'm sorry, did I go too far ?
I really dont, wanna leave a scar
Maybe just bloody your lip, you chump, you trick
Grab you by your throat, your feet start to slip!
Its okay, I got you,...wit a tight ass grip
Squeeze, now, b****, talk that s***!
Or, I'll break your ribs usin fists and kicks
Drop my knee, on your face, like a ton of bricks
You can't get up, so I unzip and I p***
You blind, try to swing, but you wiff, you miss
I aint even close to bein finished wit this diss
But now I'm a hit you wit a lyrical twist
Spin your neck til the front and back mix
A mess of flesh, why did I do this ?
One of the sickest
Most vicous
To ever live and you've witnessed
But what if I flipped it
To make a difference
Would anyone have interest
In turnin this site to a local bussiness
Mixtapes and tours thisis50's most illest
But nah, yall rather hear threats and beef
Prefer to see me dead in the street
Than on a stage wit the games elite
Even if it meant, we could all eat
You'd feel better seein me reach defeat
Than savin some kids we gave a free seat
Because we do it for the love of planted a seed
maybe, I'll be, his favorite M C
Stop what hes doin when he sees me on TV
Way past eight bars, forgive me G,
Had to respond wit what I had,
hey, thats just me, I am Trash.

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Permalink Reply by S-H-Y-G-U-Y on July 31, 2009 at 11:03pm

i read a couple verses and got a lil nauxous
b4 niggas write niggas should b cautious
no this aint a diss but it is what it is
most niggas wack most niggas aint s***
8 bars 4 me is 8 lines
it should cost a fee 4 me to write 1 line
niggas wrote a 16 a whole rhyme
i wrote 8 and killed em wit a couple lines

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Permalink Reply by Cdub Wader on July 31, 2009 at 11:15pm

I just threw this together, and it may not be what your looking for but its just how i feel atm about some personal things...

the hidden reasons of meanings i cant find
its hard to describe the place in my mind
this path that i follow is lonely and cold
and barren of souls and layered with stones
that tear at my feet with every step taken
each scar on my foot is a memory of failing
and though i try to justify my ways
some days its hard to see my own face
in a mirror that shows my own flaws and visions
of every wrong that i made with decisions
but ill continue this path that leads to my maker
ill bear the scars and ill always bear witness
to what could have been if i hadve stuck with it
i blew my one chance and its my fault i missed it
that blame lies with no one, its only my own
i dug my own grave at the end of this road
what ever the judgement god sees fit to give
ill accept as my fate and walk towards the end
i walk...

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