Tatts ...........

[.::SADEYES::.]

^^ yall invaded my thread lmfao..na its coo go on

 

[Lil Poet]

Yo, Ojitoz tristez...who you thank won?

 

[DoeMemba]

LOL...........am i suposed to be ascared of you or something?

You want mind bogglin and strange, then look in the espejo
your mad at me cuz you ugly, but thatz ya momz falt pendejo
i'll beat that ass like you owe me money
when your words see mine they take off running
fuck both of yallz lyrics, you bitches ain't ready
let's see if cops can tell the difference between your brains and spagetti
I laugh at every word you say
bitch nigga your life is just a phone call away
i got poeple from cali to miami, Dade.
I own you nigga
u mad cuz my lyrics just boned you nigga
I'll take on the both you hoes at the same time
I step up to yallz face and yall stay quiet like a mime
You can't get a real girl so you use your pillow
the only chrome you pack is pinche chrome dildo
You smash on me, ima smash back harder
i'll kick your ass like a fifty yarder
I don't have time for little kidz, i'm way to slick
battle with some one your own size, you can battle my dick.

that shit was ass....are you serious?

this kids a fiend to the "penis", look at what he wrote before this
its like he overdosed on viagra leavin him rigor mortis
poet is a thug? what gangsta u know run from a slug?
and callin yaself "DOPE" is the only time kids say "No TO Drugs"
u don't deserve 2 live even in our memories
and after this u won't even remember me
leave ya brain empty
and i've done this 2 long i can't stop now u tempt me
so i'm a pull out da biggest gat and leave it like this simply R.I.P
Bitch u can neva win against me
and my punches hit you so hard like a snake venom..it's deadly



you kno i'm fuckin wit you rite? ..i got no beef

 

[Mr Unique]

Damn nigga it took you 2 days 2 come up wit that.........

First you mention my ass, then you mention my balls...........
Of course! How els do you explain pictures of guys on your walls
well i'm not used to battleing faggits
the baddest mc till my skulls full of maggots
so Fuck your words nigga, what you gonna do?
i'll play your whole crew like a PS2
mis palavras son calientes, i'll turn you into humo
every word i spit, fat like a sumo
numbero uno.
I'll take the power from your body with a single strike
my lyrics chomp but yours barley bite
Even if i was rusty
you still couldn't touch me
I aim for the heart like buffy.
Learn how to battle correctly
maybe one day you could get me
i'll haunt ya dreams like fredy
scare you so bad you go from beto to betty
like they say in Dtown, Awwllready.

Why you gotta edit every single on of your posts
Adding stuff over night, you coming real close
To your last dose
Of this lyrical venom, cause this is my last strike
I'm bouts to turn your bones to powder on the mic
Homie if I was you I'd take a hike
Cause my mindstate is more creative that Lee Spike
But if you wanna step up, go' head let's play
I show you how a nigga get murked the Souf way

My lines are hard like dry clay
So go ahead and bust, I'll make your own lyrics betray you
A bitch made nigga is how life portray you
Your woman, naw I'll skip that
Not the kind to talk down on a niggas female cause I got my own queen, but from your stomach I'll rip fat
Like Dangerous take the food out the belly
Except I aint no studio g, leave your intellect feeling like jelly
I come realer that authentic 100 dolla' bills
You aint equipped with enough game, come back when you ready cause you a scholar still
Go back to school, naw matter fact go to Wal Mart and buy you a box of skills
Your talent is thinner than a bulimic
Phony mothafucka' you a style mimic
Imitating left and right
get your own trend, my music is so hot they a brand on sight
And that's just polite
You wanna take it to a higher level
But hold up don't even think about it, I'll take you to meet the devil
I'm the Don of this shit, but not just any nigga,
I'm the Gambino, Gotti, and Luchiano all rolled up into one big nigga
Take yo' ass to the back of the Shelter and practice some more
After that you can go to my house, and do your chores
Wash my car, clean the house
You my bitch, I bought you off Bubba, he was your spouse
Ey yo..."You missed a spot"!
Now watch my lyrics creep up on you, and tie you in a knot

 

[.::SADEYES::.]

this gots to be fo ma big bro BETO....you was good but he got chu

 

[Lil Poet]

Why you gotta edit every single on of your posts
Adding stuff over night, you coming real close
To your last dose
Of this lyrical venom, cause this is my last strike
I'm bouts to turn your bones to powder on the mic
Homie if I was you I'd take a hike
Cause my mindstate is more creative that Lee Spike
But if you wanna step up, go' head let's play
I show you how a nigga get murked the Souf way

My lines are hard like dry clay
So go ahead and bust, I'll make your own lyrics betray you
A bitch made nigga is how life portray you
Your woman, naw I'll skip that
Not the kind to talk down on a niggas female cause I got my own queen, but from your stomach I'll rip fat
Like Dangerous take the food out the belly
Except I aint no studio g, leave your intellect feeling like jelly
I come realer that authentic 100 dolla' bills
You aint equipped with enough game, come back when you ready cause you a scholar still
Go back to school, naw matter fact go to Wal Mart and buy you a box of skills
Your talent is thinner than a bulimic
Phony mothafucka' you a style mimic
Imitating left and right
get your own trend, my music is so hot they a brand on sight
And that's just polite
You wanna take it to a higher level
But hold up don't even think about it, I'll take you to meet the devil
I'm the Don of this shit, but not just any nigga,
I'm the Gambino, Gotti, and Luchiano all rolled up into one big nigga
Take yo' ass to the back of the Shelter and practice some more
After that you can go to my house, and do your chores
Wash my car, clean the house
You my bitch, I bought you off Bubba, he was your spouse
Ey yo..."You missed a spot"!
Now watch my lyrics creep up on you, and tie you in a knot

I took a brake for i minute so you boyz could catch up
the difference between us, what i say i back up.

cuz, i'm the quickest, slickest, wickedest
literal, lyrical hypnotist
killing on you bitches and chicken shits
unleashing this trigger finger ichyness
I'll run through all yall like ya didn't exist.
What part dont you get
your words have no effect.
your like a nine with no balas
I kick dirt in the caras of you bitch ass chavalas
your words ain't fly cuz i clipped off your alas.
Expect the worst when i burst a verse
I'll leave you and your words in a burning hearse
I spit so hard i leave the mike broken
Challenging me is a side effect from heavy pipe smokin
your like a catapiller battling an anaconda
like a tricycle racing a fixed up Honda
your flow throws rocks but mine straight bombz ya.
This is a battle nigga,not a poem
keep yourself and that weak shit both at home.
If we were both tied upside down you still coudn't hang with me
you pack a gat, but a carry a lyrical tank with me.
I'll beat your ass like a mf congo
stay gone don't bother to respond yo.
while your at home dying, crying over a puta
im high in the skies, flying with some fine Hawian rucas
ponte trucha
me fusca te busca
when will you beat me, let me think...............NUNCA.

 

[.::SADEYES::.]

^^damn Beto i think he got you on this 1......

 

[DoeMemba]

no he didn't....lol. he had no personals or good punchlines...it was weak.

 

[Lil Poet]

no he didn't....lol. he had no personals or good punchlines...it was weak.

My nigga.....you da one thatz weak.....i beat your ass like you owed me money.

 

[DoeMemba]

you beat me like i owed you money? that don't even make sense homeboy..lol...coz in reality..i dont owe u anything...keep trying tho..sumday you might make a prophet with the garbage you spittin.....if u want battle me..let's do this the right way....10 bars...with votes and evrything...i got no bars to waste on ur ass..1

 

[Lil Poet]

you beat me like i owed you money? that don't even make sense homeboy..lol...coz in reality..i dont owe u anything...keep trying tho..sumday you might make a prophet with the garbage you spittin.....if u want battle me..let's do this the right way....10 bars...with votes and evrything...i got no bars to waste on ur ass..1

O.k.
I you realy wana battle me.........no rules, anything goes.
just let me know when your ready........

 

[Mr Unique]

How may times do I have to tell you, learn how to fucking spell
Ey mami, get yo' ass back to yo' cell
You say you got tanks, nigga I got tracking missilesHeaded straight fo' you, my lyrics are souljas that back me up at a simple whistle
Like B said you got no personals, I'm starting to think you wrote this shit years ago
Copy and paste is an easy skill, but I'm by far on top, steady making your fears grow
I'm the Freddy Kruger of this shit, creeping in your dreams
I'll make you shit and piss in your bed, me and my nuts the best team
I see sweat on growing on your forehead, you need some rest it seems
Go back to sleep
Before you start to weep
I'm the big bad wolf hidden in the skin of the sheepMurking you violently
Laying off your crew silently
Doing this shit majorly and Southernly
You say your an Anaconda
I'm the spine to your snake and the engine to your broke ass Honda
Nigga I own you what dont you get about that
Your a bug on my soundproof glass that went splat
My mic left you bent without combat
You up in this BP chat
Thinking you some kind of real rapper
Your mark ass dont compare to me I'm a steel capper
I'll trow into the seven seas, make you the meal to some red snappers
And getyou lost for eternity
Make your part of the ignored fraternity
You like a lost tape
Looking fo a last escape
But theres no running from the shadow that my lyrics cast
I'm like a media critic digging up your past
Blast blast went each word and yo ass got surpassed

 

[La_Cholita]

Well me i don't like tatts, the only thing that i like is piercings

 

[gizmo]

in my oppinion ilike tattz...i got 6 of them,,,aint nothing wrtong with it i like when afemale got it on her ankle or her lowere back..i think it lookz sexy...and i dont kare wat no1 else sayz alratoz!

 

[gizmo]

but when they got 2 many..itz just nasty..tattz r arte

 

[brina_bre4lyfe]

damn a LOT of people responded to this thing ! lol

 

[Lil Poet]

How may times do I have to tell you, learn how to fucking spell
Ey mami, get yo' ass back to yo' cell
You say you got tanks, nigga I got tracking missilesHeaded straight fo' you, my lyrics are souljas that back me up at a simple whistle
Like B said you got no personals, I'm starting to think you wrote this shit years ago
Copy and paste is an easy skill, but I'm by far on top, steady making your fears grow
I'm the Freddy Kruger of this shit, creeping in your dreams
I'll make you shit and piss in your bed, me and my nuts the best team
I see sweat on growing on your forehead, you need some rest it seems
Go back to sleep
Before you start to weep
I'm the big bad wolf hidden in the skin of the sheepMurking you violently
Laying off your crew silently
Doing this shit majorly and Southernly
You say your an Anaconda
I'm the spine to your snake and the engine to your broke ass Honda
Nigga I own you what dont you get about that
Your a bug on my soundproof glass that went splat
My mic left you bent without combat
You up in this BP chat
Thinking you some kind of real rapper
Your mark ass dont compare to me I'm a steel capper
I'll trow into the seven seas, make you the meal to some red snappers
And getyou lost for eternity
Make your part of the ignored fraternity
You like a lost tape
Looking fo a last escape
But theres no running from the shadow that my lyrics cast
I'm like a media critic digging up your past
Blast blast went each word and yo ass got surpassed

Nigga,

I'm that giphted ryhme saya'
number one playa'
i'll take your girl from you even if she'z fella
I'll mary ya moma, and ground you for a week
take away your privledges, you don't even get to speak.
piss me off, i'll send you to bed with out eatin'
take off my warache and give your ass a beatin'
Thiz iz Lil Poet, but you can call me dad
I'll cramp up your style like a bitch on her rag
I'm enjoying beating both you niggas silly
teach you not to fuck wit me.
Here battling two niggas at at time
you'll never get me faggits (haha), keep tryin'
I'll leave your mind twisted like a pretzel
tell your girl que le mando un beso
thanx homito, te lo agradesco.
"Naw skip all that"
I'll pimp you out to your own barrio
in the back of your own carro, hopping like a sapo
have you making my money till you walking like a pato
If you wana battle back then talk to you al rato.

 

[Mr Unique]

Nigga,

I'm that giphted ryhme saya'
number one playa'
i'll take your girl from you even if she'z fella
I'll mary ya moma, and ground you for a week
take away your privledges, you don't even get to speak.
piss me off, i'll send you to bed with out eatin'
take off my warache and give your ass a beatin'
Thiz iz Lil Poet, but you can call me dad
I'll cramp up your style like a bitch on her rag
I'm enjoying beating both you niggas silly
teach you not to fuck wit me.
Here battling two niggas at at time
you'll never get me faggits (haha), keep tryin'
I'll leave your mind twisted like a pretzel
tell your girl que le mando un beso
thanx homito, te lo agradesco.
"Naw skip all that"
I'll pimp you out to your own barrio
in the back of your own carro, hopping like a sapo
have you making my money till you walking like a pato
If you wana battle back then talk to you al rato.

dont have time right now...or the stomach bb back l8r....

 

[Mr Unique]

Nigga,

I'm that giphted ryhme saya'
number one playa'
i'll take your girl from you even if she'z fella
I'll mary ya moma, and ground you for a week
take away your privledges, you don't even get to speak.
piss me off, i'll send you to bed with out eatin'
take off my warache and give your ass a beatin'
Thiz iz Lil Poet, but you can call me dad
I'll cramp up your style like a bitch on her rag
I'm enjoying beating both you niggas silly
teach you not to fuck wit me.
Here battling two niggas at at time
you'll never get me faggits (haha), keep tryin'
I'll leave your mind twisted like a pretzel
tell your girl que le mando un beso
thanx homito, te lo agradesco.
"Naw skip all that"
I'll pimp you out to your own barrio
in the back of your own carro, hopping like a sapo
have you making my money till you walking like a pato
If you wana battle back then talk to you al rato.

Aight come on say it with me...A..B..C...D
1...2...3..
Everything you got to say about me
I trow it back in your face like that Rabbit MC
Don't you understand I'm molded by street tragedy
So my stamina you can't break
Me off the trail of victory you cant shake
Your words mean nothing to me, homie you always been a mistake
Parents was so dissapointed at your birth'
They put themselves 6 miles beneath the Earth
And they still turning in theyre graves
Cant belive youre such a disgrace, you torture them more than chained and beaten slaves
I'm your ol daddy pimp
Your my hoe...and you been on the corner so much you now walk with a limp
You call yourself lil poet
You the one with a pussy instead of a head
You talking out your ass with those stinky rhymes
They smell so much they done killed Mr Racoon 500 fucking times
You at the back of the gay club with all the men dimes
Commiting Bible crimes
I got simple lines
But theyre killa
You'res are bare without a thriller
I'm got the street luxury, barrio grace
You a cruma' on the side of the curb, and the rats you embrace
I have you eating trash out the sewer
And have your concience feeling guilty 24/7 like a wrong doer

 

[Lil Poet]

Aight come on say it with me...A..B..C...D
1...2...3..
Everything you got to say about me
I trow it back in your face like that Rabbit MC
Don't you understand I'm molded by street tragedy
So my stamina you can't break
Me off the trail of victory you cant shake
Your words mean nothing to me, homie you always been a mistake
Parents was so dissapointed at your birth'
They put themselves 6 miles beneath the Earth
And they still turning in theyre graves
Cant belive youre such a disgrace, you torture them more than chained and beaten slaves
I'm your ol daddy pimp
Your my hoe...and you been on the corner so much you now walk with a limp
You call yourself lil poet
You the one with a pussy instead of a head
You talking out your ass with those stinky rhymes
They smell so much they done killed Mr Racoon 500 fucking times
You at the back of the gay club with all the men dimes
Commiting Bible crimes
I got simple lines
But theyre killa
You'res are bare without a thriller
I'm got the street luxury, barrio grace
You a cruma' on the side of the curb, and the rats you embrace
I have you eating trash out the sewer
And have your concience feeling guilty 24/7 like a wrong doer

Now people, pay attention to what you just read,
he just got finished saying the same thingz that i said
but its ok, i take it as a compliment
you have to use my style cuz yours is incompetent.
There's no way i'm gay, who do you think made you
I didn't want your ugly ass thatz why i gave you,
this is no way to speak to your hefe
you ain't big enough to fight me, drink more leche.
My words run train on you
there like strain, inflicting pain on you.
making you cluck like a chicken
whats that sound, oh thatz your manhood rippin'
when you step into the ring you best be prepared
it's hard to fight a nigga when he'z running scared.
Now your turn to follow along....ready,
1,2......unique is through
3,4......I leave the crowd wanting more
5,6......you throw kicks, but i throw bricks
7,8......I'm fueled by hate
9,10....no way you can win.