4 - Very poetic Jeremy
Pilot thinks his rhymes are fly, he thinks they are dope. When he''s done battle with me he''ll be hanging by a rope. (Comment this)
5 - You're rhymes are wack
like an ugly chick in the sack.
You need to bring it up to my level,
Then you'll rap against the devil.
Bring it now bitches
and you might just taste the riches
of a true lyrical battle,
rather than your childish prattle. (Comment this)
6 - Oh it's on Girl
Not bad not bad, your rhymes are alright
But, I gotta know something, are you loose or tight
There's no way a bitch will out battle me
For I am the king, and you are french, oui?
Bring it to your level, I was there when I was 8
If you think I'm wrong, just tell me, mate
I do know that one thing is clear
Your gonna get smacked, right in the rear (Comment this)
7 - Yeah you're the king alright...of shitty ass rhyme,
You're pathetic verses seem to be a crime.
Unlike your loose sphincter, I play my game tight.
You're sad attempt at putdowns isn't even worth the fight.
You think you've passed this level well boy you are wrong,
You'll know you're getting near when you slam your face into my thong.
So kiss my ass bitch, you know you'll never make it
Oh and by the way quit staring at my big tits.
8 - Nice
Seems you've upped your game
It seems your rhymes aren't so lame
But I can still tell your a teacher
Get ready to call your preacher
So what if my face is buried in your thong
Come on tell me girl, would that be so wrong
And yes I was staring at your chest
But now it's time to but your rhymes to the test
Your up against the king, and HE is I
Better duck this load teach it's cumming for your eye
Oh! What's that, you didn't duck in time
Well then teach, better keeping sucking next time
For swallowing loads, is your favorite past time
And i got a bigun here for youz
It's alot to handle, better swallow all this juice
And i see your eyes staring at me
But my face is here girl, that's my pee pee
I know you want it, I know you care
But I don't fuck no teach, till she shaves er bare
And even then if you do
This thing is going hunting for poo
9 - You think that's an insult that I like to suck cock?
I don't see the point. But it's your cock that I must mock.
Blow-jobs are fun but not on pencil dicks like you,
A girl needs something she can't see through.
Hell yeah I'm bare, bare as a babies ass,
if I were your teacher you'd never cut class.
It's okay that you want me you're only one of many,
Just too bad that you won't be getting any.
I don't fuck guys with microscopic dicks
Especially not one covered in ticks.
I'd like to say I'm sorry for blowing you outta the water
But hell I don't lie I just lyrically slaughter
10 - There's nothing wrong with sucking cock
But I think it's your cunt that i will mock
My cock is fine, it might not be great
But never once have I had a complaint
Maybe your box is just too open
Hell I bet you could fit the whole pope in
If I was with you I know you would wail
But fucking you is like fucking a pail
Your just not tight,but it's alright
Maybe this fence post will fit in there tonight
I'm sorry to say this, I'm sorry you cried
But baby I love you, and you know how hard I tried
11 - Well obviously to you a thimble would seem like a pail,
Especially since you take like some guy's bitch in a jail.
Enough on anatomy cause I know that I'm tight,
I don't need some loose asshole to try to tell me what's right.
I'm not too sure why I'm rap battling with a retard,
Especially one with a brain that's so marred.
Now I see why you have writers block,
cause your mental capacity is that of a rock.
15 - Little boy Drew quit blowing your horn
For I'm from the streets, that's where I was born
Your rhymes are weak, your game is lame
Remeber me boy, everyone forgot your name
Was it chachi or was it Rick
I donno what it is I'll just call you dick
My rhymes, they rock, your just suck
But what do you expect from such a boy with no luck
He aint even old ebough to get into the bars
How's the boy suppose to get laid by the stars
I am the king and that aint no joke
Your just a lil boy and your about to choke
Your rhymes are weak, your such a sucker
Look at that boy it seems I can rhyme motherfucker (Comment this)
16 - I never though it could come to this
a pathetic bro and a bad rhymin bitch
both trying to outrhyme a cracker with no sense
who works all night to make his rent.
While everyone around knows my motherfucking name
and no one dares play my motherfucking game
Let sleeping dogs lie where they righly belong
and you won't find me with my face in yo' momma's thong. (Comment this)
17 - Say my name bitch, say it loud
Yes I got spirit and dammit I'm proud
But I'm tired of out rhyming you cloud
Pilot man you can barely make rent
What makes you think you got talent?
Did my momma's thong make you pitch a tent
Just cuz you can make a few rhyming lines
Dude your weak, compare yours to mines
My skillz so mad better build me some shrines
Mine got stlye and they got class
And what the hell you doing licking my momma's ass
Better be careful she might pass gas
Then I'll call you brown face McGee
And everyone will laugh tee hee tee hee
At poor old pilot brown face is he (Comment this)
18 - No matter what the commie says
he'll mess you up in many ways
Dave don't know up from down
he's gonne get himself run out of town.
Dave will rave and try to save you but
we all know its just a front
he's a hater a player and a commie to boot
but hey go with him, I don't give a hoot (Comment this)
you know its a lie
and I''d like to say more
but I got bigger fish to fry (Comment this)
RHYMES
with the
TIMES
never
MINDS
that we
FIND
every
RHYME
blows no
MINDS
infact
GRINDS
to a halt. (Comment this)
Pilot thinks his rhymes are fly, he thinks they are dope. When he''s done battle with me he''ll be hanging by a rope. (Comment this)
like an ugly chick in the sack.
You need to bring it up to my level,
Then you'll rap against the devil.
Bring it now bitches
and you might just taste the riches
of a true lyrical battle,
rather than your childish prattle. (Comment this)
Not bad not bad, your rhymes are alright
But, I gotta know something, are you loose or tight
There's no way a bitch will out battle me
For I am the king, and you are french, oui?
Bring it to your level, I was there when I was 8
If you think I'm wrong, just tell me, mate
I do know that one thing is clear
Your gonna get smacked, right in the rear (Comment this)
You're pathetic verses seem to be a crime.
Unlike your loose sphincter, I play my game tight.
You're sad attempt at putdowns isn't even worth the fight.
You think you've passed this level well boy you are wrong,
You'll know you're getting near when you slam your face into my thong.
So kiss my ass bitch, you know you'll never make it
Oh and by the way quit staring at my big tits.
(Comment this)
Seems you've upped your game
It seems your rhymes aren't so lame
But I can still tell your a teacher
Get ready to call your preacher
So what if my face is buried in your thong
Come on tell me girl, would that be so wrong
And yes I was staring at your chest
But now it's time to but your rhymes to the test
Your up against the king, and HE is I
Better duck this load teach it's cumming for your eye
Oh! What's that, you didn't duck in time
Well then teach, better keeping sucking next time
For swallowing loads, is your favorite past time
And i got a bigun here for youz
It's alot to handle, better swallow all this juice
And i see your eyes staring at me
But my face is here girl, that's my pee pee
I know you want it, I know you care
But I don't fuck no teach, till she shaves er bare
And even then if you do
This thing is going hunting for poo
(Comment this)
I don't see the point. But it's your cock that I must mock.
Blow-jobs are fun but not on pencil dicks like you,
A girl needs something she can't see through.
Hell yeah I'm bare, bare as a babies ass,
if I were your teacher you'd never cut class.
It's okay that you want me you're only one of many,
Just too bad that you won't be getting any.
I don't fuck guys with microscopic dicks
Especially not one covered in ticks.
I'd like to say I'm sorry for blowing you outta the water
But hell I don't lie I just lyrically slaughter
(Comment this)
But I think it's your cunt that i will mock
My cock is fine, it might not be great
But never once have I had a complaint
Maybe your box is just too open
Hell I bet you could fit the whole pope in
If I was with you I know you would wail
But fucking you is like fucking a pail
Your just not tight,but it's alright
Maybe this fence post will fit in there tonight
I'm sorry to say this, I'm sorry you cried
But baby I love you, and you know how hard I tried
(Comment this)
Especially since you take like some guy's bitch in a jail.
Enough on anatomy cause I know that I'm tight,
I don't need some loose asshole to try to tell me what's right.
I'm not too sure why I'm rap battling with a retard,
Especially one with a brain that's so marred.
Now I see why you have writers block,
cause your mental capacity is that of a rock.
(Comment this)
can be cut with a knife.
What a shame he already,
has him a wife!
But a solution
is near to be had
and no one needs
to walk away sad
To Hot_Ice I propose
my number and a drink
To Dan I suggest
a skin mag and warm dink. (Comment this)
Your rhymes suck.
Leave Dann-o alone,
Or I'll rip out your bone.
I cannot tell,
What your trying to sell,
It's not a bell,
But is like a well.
It's you brain.
It's like a drain.
I rhymed four lines.
Eat that motherfucker. (Comment this)
It's cause your all crap.
I'll knife you in the back.
Cause skill in rapping is what you lack.
I feel it growing.
A cold wind blowing.
Oh wait, you just suck.
Cause your a stupid little Fuck.
Motherfucker rhymes with anything.
Even if you want to sing.
So you can kiss my ass.
cause your a greasy Motherfucker. (Comment this)
For I'm from the streets, that's where I was born
Your rhymes are weak, your game is lame
Remeber me boy, everyone forgot your name
Was it chachi or was it Rick
I donno what it is I'll just call you dick
My rhymes, they rock, your just suck
But what do you expect from such a boy with no luck
He aint even old ebough to get into the bars
How's the boy suppose to get laid by the stars
I am the king and that aint no joke
Your just a lil boy and your about to choke
Your rhymes are weak, your such a sucker
Look at that boy it seems I can rhyme motherfucker (Comment this)
a pathetic bro and a bad rhymin bitch
both trying to outrhyme a cracker with no sense
who works all night to make his rent.
While everyone around knows my motherfucking name
and no one dares play my motherfucking game
Let sleeping dogs lie where they righly belong
and you won't find me with my face in yo' momma's thong. (Comment this)
Yes I got spirit and dammit I'm proud
But I'm tired of out rhyming you cloud
Pilot man you can barely make rent
What makes you think you got talent?
Did my momma's thong make you pitch a tent
Just cuz you can make a few rhyming lines
Dude your weak, compare yours to mines
My skillz so mad better build me some shrines
Mine got stlye and they got class
And what the hell you doing licking my momma's ass
Better be careful she might pass gas
Then I'll call you brown face McGee
And everyone will laugh tee hee tee hee
At poor old pilot brown face is he (Comment this)
he'll mess you up in many ways
Dave don't know up from down
he's gonne get himself run out of town.
Dave will rave and try to save you but
we all know its just a front
he's a hater a player and a commie to boot
but hey go with him, I don't give a hoot (Comment this)