At 5/15/15 01:52 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote:
At 5/15/15 01:29 PM, Raab wrote:
At 5/11/15 01:02 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote:
Maybe it just blew right past you and you don't even know.
I'll be up front and ask you since you're a tiny bit slow.
You've already lost, so why put on a show... are you having trouble just letting it go?
If you still want a piece, I'll give you your portion.
Your raps are so weak, you're not flowin; you're forcin
I'm just gonna smash you - like a cup made of porcelain
You'll wish that your mommadid have that abortion.
You tell me a third grader could rap how I rhyme
Your raps don't make sense... just what pops in your mind
You rhyme third grader with darth vader; I'm not even insulted
I say you're a hater and masturbator, and you just got fuckin assaulted
A third grader can write poetry, you're just spitting crap like a clogged shitter.
Using two words that rhyme doesn't get you a rap, or make you a spitter.
I'm not going to put you on my lap like I'm your fucking babysitter.
...and I don't have time to draw it out on a map for you either...
Your rhymes are full of bravado without substance
In time you'll find I'm an aficionado without redundance
My lines designed to maraud you without reluctance
My mind so wild, I'm applauded in abundance
Your style's so sweet, look how easy this is to me
I'm vile on the beats, as deep as breezy seas can be
I'm so versatile I make your scheme plausible
You are a third grader, your screams are inaudible
Crying for attention quite simply, I'll ignore your illiterate ass
Dying for my mentions quite shifty, Explore my itinerant craft
It travels in all directions quite nimbly, I implore you to do more than couplet unintelligent raps
I did your style with ascension quite swiftly, Don't bore me with your childish acts
Its time to spin your head, make it gyrate and rotate, till you're braindead -- retarded, leave you as a corpse smelling up the room like someone fuckin sharted. a cadaver, whatever....
... I prophecized your demise, you went on with your lies, now you're covered in flies...
the same as all the faggots who think they can end up more than another bag at the morgue.
Maggots and gore, and I'm still fuckin bored.
I'm a cyborg. A mean killing machine sent back to the past to smoke your bitch ass and I'll do it without even burning a quarter tank of gas - - I've got a light saber.... like a certain sith lord that I'll probably name later.... and could use it to eviscerate your ass just like you were paper.
Instead.... Your mom, I'm gonna rape her... till my dick burns through her flesh like its a fucking laser. ...but I won't completely waste her, I'll freeze her cryogenically and save her ass for later. ....and after 9 months we'll have your birth certificate papers.
Vanillaiceson, you;'re like luke and I'm your DarthVader.
Call me VanillaIcedad since I am your father.... unless you're too mad then don't even bother.