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Rules:
1. Must reply to the person above you
2. Must be about what they say
3. It stays as "banter"
4. Quote the persons rap so they know its about them
5. Do not moan or groan this is for fun purposes only
6. Have fun


I'm first in line coming on through like I'm bursting 9's I'll lyrically murder guys I'm certified......

yo elleusive is feelin it fellas
her booty make yo girl jalous
but the swag in this thread is real
just ask billy mays about the deal
if u cant handle the heat in this thread
let me ask ur mom to make ur bed
but these bolt mofo`s little or big
u know ur mom can suck some dick
exiting with the interior crocidile aligator
ill come back to rap some more later

peace im out

Before you insult, learn how to spell.
Because dissing someone with no IQ doesn't work well.
Was that a diss? Those Mom jokes we're wack.
Almost as bad as your hairline that's far back!
Your IQ makes you look like your at least 5 years old
Go back to kindergarden, do as your told!
If you don't, I'll smack you and I'll tell your Mum!
Whilst we're in her bed.. having some fun.

lol is what i first start off with because its funny while the
text only lasted a few milli second wasn't it? he typed
he was in bed with my moms but he didn't know i was
in the closet video taping it while he was fucking my moms
im a sick bastard when it comes to these terms
dig you up put you on a hook cause yall nothing
but a bunch of lil worms, who like to squirm
swimming along in my ball sack like
a bunch of lil sperms all and all read what you read
because i dont even know what tha fuck i just wrote
if you comes to terms with it

yo chop, your diss got zero flow,
bitch, this is the SlimShady show.
man fuck this, this flow is too slow.
I'm finna kill this imaginary beat right here..
ayo...Ayo.. yo yo yo... check it. aii here we go
man you call that a diss you must be fucking kidding,
pussy how old are you, f a g g o t, you're just bullshitting.
I'm bodying this beat, bob your head and beat your meat.
thirteen syllables is how I roll, all from the soul. it ain't illuminati, a soul to the devil,
this is pure skill, ain't none of you can reach my level.
....Aii lets get 13 bars now
Ayo..
naw, pussy this is your judgement day
there ain't surviving my wrath, you better pray
this is hardcore shit right here, not child's play
F a g g o t, let's talk about your mother is what I say
the other night I was all up in it the whole day
side to side, back and forth, she rode it like a sleigh
got that pussy wetter than a flower in May
balls deep in that ass, you can call me ray jay
fuck that, it's about you you better sit down and stay,
like a female dog, you're a bitch, you a stray
I pack so much meat, I measure it in pounds to weigh
call me the butcher cause your soul I'm about to slay
you better protect your bitch, cause she already texted me, "hey"

you talking about spelling but you don't know grammar
why talk shit, you covered yourself in it, you got no glamour.
you mean kindergarten, you can't spell that? your whole education is forgotten you can't deny that!
bet your iq is lower than Kim kardashians,
you getting stressed, go pop some ambiens
hope you OD and go in cardiac arrest
your absence will be appreciated, I'll throw a fuckin party after this

Looool