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Sep 11th, 2006 10:00 PM | ||
DuFresne |
Bard was lookin for a place to upchuck So he found I-mockery and proceeded to fuckup And bumpup, all our threadz The ones that for years have not been read, this I dread! Just a day in the forums, he's a proverbial bitch Gorlack and Misdemenar tryin to scatchout this itch, but he's persist-ant, Even tho he's got no fans. Little tard it won't be long til yer munkey ass is banned! |
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Sep 11th, 2006 08:57 PM | ||
Gorlack the Destroyer |
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you suck you suck you suck you suck you suck you suck you suck you suck you suck , word to yo motha. |
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Sep 11th, 2006 08:14 PM | ||
thebard |
Hey twat, what you looking at. I'm about to perform surgery with a base ball bat. You wanna take me one, But you soon be gone. When someone wanna give to some. Know that i'm number one. Your turn wiffle, then i'll pass it back. West side! LOL. |
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Sep 8th, 2006 10:43 AM | ||
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Sep 8th, 2006 08:04 AM | ||
Wiffle Bat |
(yeah, uh uh) (yo.... yo.....) (dont be dissin tha hamsta from alabama) (all you haytaz be haytn') (mah rezpekt iz abatin') onos its safy from the back alley are you a big fanny from cali? Do you like lowriders and hoes? Seeing the only job you're good at is blow you try to rap, but your teeth have gaps fix 'em up mac, before you give chicks a heart attack I saw you once on da sidewalk Gettin' dimes for spittin' rhymes Spinnin' your head on the tarmac doing a breakdance for some cash I said to mommy: lookie da man go! Mommy said: now now, don't stare at the hobo |
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Sep 7th, 2006 09:47 PM | ||
Juttin |
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Sep 7th, 2006 01:53 PM | ||
safyreschool |
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the wiffle bat's wit, is a swing and a miss/ what's his avatar? what's that he's tryin to eat?/ is that a chipmunk? or is he just glad to see me?/ i don't know, but battle me, you're crazy!/ forget the candycane! i take candy from babies!/ and don't talk about saggy mommas tits/ cuz i hear you prefer men, "not that there's anyhting wrong with it"!/ |
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Aug 21st, 2006 01:41 AM | ||
Wiffle Bat |
Oh my, its Seven Force tryin' to rap his painful repertoire From that comercial, of the headache remover You look hungry, do you want a tuna? Sandwich, bitch? Your rhymes are saggy like yo mommas tits Now do yourself a favor and try not to get wasted Like all the other turkeys, that got their ass basted |
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Aug 20th, 2006 12:17 PM | ||
Seven Force |
Verse 1 head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead Chorus: head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead Verse 2 head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead (Chorus x2) (Apple Solo) head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead head-on: apply directly to the forehead (Verse 2) (Chorus x4) (fade out) |
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Aug 19th, 2006 07:30 PM | ||
Wiffle Bat |
(uh, give it up ya'll) MrAdventure, I think you lost your dentures Your rhymes are weak, just like your moms ass cheeks You ain't a riot, you should go on a diet You make children cry, now shut up and be quiet The system of society needs variety You can't feel mighty with your piety The collapse of democracy with your hipocrisy The lack of constituency, I think you crashed your economy Donuts, cream pies, candy, toffee and ho-ho's Im on a sugar high, now dance, mofo I'll hit you like cyanide, with my pimped G-ride Its suicide, infanticide, no even genocide It doesnt matter, Its more fun making cakes and batter Than to hear you monkeys chatter Its making me madder, like the Mad Hatter I have a migraine, my head's gonna splatter From your neverending blabber, no manners I'm going nanners, from your banter You can't touch Wiffles the motha f*cking hamster (rezpect dawg) |
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Aug 19th, 2006 12:14 PM | ||
MrAdventure |
i call this sh*t you got IBS (crohns remix) (cue the mother f*ckin trumpets) YOUR raps won't sell go to hell hey what's that smell you dont look so well (take it slow now - fly dancers im lookin at you) you must have I - B - S always makin' a stinkin' mess it's a dietary consequence oh look some evidence (help me out here ladies) oh youve got toilet paper for a brain a leaky fecal waste-water main your underwear is meant to train but it has a shroud of turin stain (now mix it back up in the booth) it's IBS what does it mean I for insecurity it's IBS what do you do B for blow straight out of you it's IBS it's one hell of a trick S for oh sh*ts out in public (one more time from the top) you must have I - B - S always makin' a stinkin' mess it's a dietary consequence oh look some evidence (alright girls send us off to heaven now) with the beef you eat it's no surprise that you're a fan of compromise so though youve soiled another pair you're corprophagic - it's only fair (check y'all later - try to hold it in) |
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Aug 19th, 2006 06:43 AM | ||
Wiffle Bat |
Freestyle rap me You, yes I'm talkin' to you Did you wet your pants is that pee on your shoe? Wiffle's in tha house with an AK auto I'll crush your skull in a curb 'cause you aint ghetto You act tough, but you aint seen stuff I'll hit you in tha nutz with my rifle butt Sugar, spice and anything nice I'll hit you with a candy cane, and shoot you in the eyes Give up punk? You got nuttin' on me You dont belong in i-mockery |