Originally Posted by Grohenbird

Your raps have no substance, and your flow is a pain. My raps are going to run yours through, like a train.
You brag about your fame like it's a contagion, but all I get from hanging around you is first class retardation. Now get off my rapping pedestal.
Your hijack is nearly criminal, the crimes hardly subliminal.
Now chant my name, little butterboy and bring me all your so called bitches because damn do I need some sex toys.
17 years stiff I have been on this earth, and I'll give you just as many to give your raps any worth. (The revival is too strong.)

Originally Posted by KillaPone

It seems you have the flow of a waterfall,
go to high you might just stall.
Whilst all of you rap about fame,
I stick with nice and good for the game.
Bigger, better, stronger than me,
But lack the balance everyone needs.

Hold on, what do I hear?
KillaPone raps like the angels that where here.

Originally Posted by Grohenbird

I wasn't rapping and you're still a scrub.

Originally Posted by Grohenbird

1. Yes, but you can't draw with a stool.
2. Where is this fluency, and highways are really bumpy.
3. I actually don't understand how you are so offended. A does not equal B.
4. You aren't running much as far as I can tell, and you don't know my life, son.
5. Because masterfate is the only person with half a brain apparently.
5. It sure seemed to make it obvious that I'm right.
6. My clan is actually perfect, and thanks for the advice.
7. That's illegal, and I'm sorry that I'm very uncoordinated and keep falling on your head at the bottom of the ladder.

Like I said, no substance.

Originally Posted by Grohenbird

I don't have the time right now. Maybe this weekend?

Originally Posted by MissFate

Originally Posted by Grohenbird View Post

Your raps have no substance, and your flow is a pain. My raps are going to run yours through, like a train.
You brag about your fame like it's a contagion, but all I get from hanging around you is first class retardation. Now get off my rapping pedestal.
Your hijack is nearly criminal, the crimes hardly subliminal.
Now chant my name, little butterboy and bring me all your so called bitches because damn do I need some sex toys.
17 years stiff I have been on this earth, and I'll give you just as many to give your raps any worth. (The revival is too strong.)

here I am.
doing the one thing I thought I'd never do again.
never in my whole life on this Earth,
did I think id battle a friend on my own Turf.

But...

When the dragon awakes
to battle the fakes
burning and slaying all those in her wake.
for all that's at stake.
for the will of her mates.
there'll be no mistake.
im concerned you breath in more you can intake.
from you its what id expect
should have left when you as soon as you came.
now i have to brake your neck.
your too foul mouthed for your own good stick some soap in.
id tell you to shut your mouth but like a delta they're both open.
you must be insane.
we both know beauty and blood-lust flow through my vains.
you insult our leader, which was unfair
then have the balls to step in my liar.
you'd be good if when you rapped you were sober.
THIS IS ORIGINS THREAD
I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN
my stare ever colder ill say this once,
come back again and the New Era will be over.