I have no idea what the fuck you guys do with your life.
Most males here probably ain't gonna get a wife.
I can take you all down without lifting a finger.
Cause you know you ain't fit to be a singer.
Stop rapping and making songs.
They sound like shit and Bercats profile pic is an insult to France.
What the fuck is cool about a bong?
He thinks he's awesome cause he fakes smoking weed.
He probably just chews on river reeds.
This page is full of trash.
I'm good enough to start a business making cash.
Masterfate is a faggot.
When he get rimmed by his dad, he squirms like a maggot.
Missfate rap was full of country town contractions.
No wonder why her internet always loses connection.
What is she? A redneck country girl?
Texas blonde with curls?
Get faster hoes.
This dump is pretty fucking low.
Most males here probably ain't gonna get a wife.
I can take you all down without lifting a finger.
Cause you know you ain't fit to be a singer.
Stop rapping and making songs.
They sound like shit and Bercats profile pic is an insult to France.
What the fuck is cool about a bong?
He thinks he's awesome cause he fakes smoking weed.
He probably just chews on river reeds.
This page is full of trash.
I'm good enough to start a business making cash.
Masterfate is a faggot.
When he get rimmed by his dad, he squirms like a maggot.
Missfate rap was full of country town contractions.
No wonder why her internet always loses connection.
What is she? A redneck country girl?
Texas blonde with curls?
Get faster hoes.
This dump is pretty fucking low.
Cats <3
Im from New Jersey, dummy.
but not jersey shore, honey.
you must not know what a compound sentence is.
it would explain a lot
none of your raps have more than one line at a time for your sentences.
there weren't any country contractions
But I can't tell if your mad, or just too sad for a decent reaction.
then again you cant be absent for 2 years,
then come back and try to hook off at whatever you hear.
im masters wifey
don't take me lightly
this is a battle not spitting match
trust me you don't want one of those at my pace
cause if I spit ill flood the place.
but not jersey shore, honey.
you must not know what a compound sentence is.
it would explain a lot
none of your raps have more than one line at a time for your sentences.
there weren't any country contractions
But I can't tell if your mad, or just too sad for a decent reaction.
then again you cant be absent for 2 years,
then come back and try to hook off at whatever you hear.
im masters wifey
don't take me lightly
this is a battle not spitting match
trust me you don't want one of those at my pace
cause if I spit ill flood the place.
Last edited by MissFate; Sep 18, 2014 at 02:18 PM.
Master is my love, Origin is my life.
If you have a problem with that speak to me.
Lets take a step back please.
Lets get this done so no one sees it.
I do my murders in quiet
So no one finds it.
shout out to Freddy krueger
This that raw shit your dead body chopped up in a sewer
All you fuckin' bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit,
Ill shove my words down your throat, so much you regurgitate the extra bit.
Onto the table of clan heads,
Were we sit to eat the red meat of all the failed clans who are dead.
But you don't get a seat.
You don't have or want that beef.
Lets take a step back please.
Lets get this done so no one sees it.
I do my murders in quiet
So no one finds it.
shout out to Freddy krueger
This that raw shit your dead body chopped up in a sewer
All you fuckin' bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit,
Ill shove my words down your throat, so much you regurgitate the extra bit.
Onto the table of clan heads,
Were we sit to eat the red meat of all the failed clans who are dead.
But you don't get a seat.
You don't have or want that beef.
Last edited by Fates; Sep 20, 2014 at 02:32 PM.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
[VIBE] 2015~2016 | Team Pokemon | [Origin] 2014~2015 | Team Aikido | [Obey] ~Because Frost Said So...
Originally Posted by MissFate
So I'm guessin' there's questions that need adressin' huh?
Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' em.
Fates handin 'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of em,
Snappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check em son.
Ber keeps wanting more till he finally feels that something's done.
Chillin' for a while on a pile of the rest of em.
Let the crowd choose who can fuckin' last longer,
It's the rap monger, rap monster, Miss Fate, attack, conquer.
Lose least, niggas lost like the last outsider bitch that we picked up at the last battle.
Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, my verses written with scalpels,
precise cuts like your wrists, hang your emo ass off our balcony.
we too busy chopping up all the doubters, see now watch us count the bodies like bitches be countin' calories
I know its a page back but I had to quote your excerpt. At first I didn't notice that was Earl Sweatshirt.
Until now I was thinking you were good with this shit, but your faking like an in-closet dike taking a dick.
I spit shit that'll burn you along with Earl's sweater, I'll whip your ass like people with a fetish for leather.
You and your rap can go to hell much farther than the nether. You're just some light work like ink used on a feather.
I saw your other verses too they weren't any better, I'll blast your ass to space, Fate could send you a letter.
I'll shit on your plagiarized verse and piss on your city, the people in new jersey make Danny Brown look pretty.
is kyure alive?
