@ green fingers
Look.. you sexist p'rick,
Your only sayin sh!t about girls coz you love d!ck,
Maybe i bleed but i can make you gush with a brick,
Why you sending for me? your bars are sh!t.
At least i have a picture of me up,
Im not embarrased like you, you must be ugly as f'uck!
My bars are like lightening and its just struck,
Real talk go back to what you do best.. which is suck.
I'm not sexist, i just know a $$$$$ on sight and my spits wreck this
your rhymes are so basic your either straight autistic or dyslexic
if a vagina decides to step up on the mic that $$$$ better be tight
cos my lyrics are gonna pound and $$$$ your verse to $$$$ all night
aids infested ethiopians could pack lines with more punch than you
if you wanna try and rebuttle this, i'll knock you out and kick your $$$$ in two
i've got sick wit that will rip quick and bomb them weak tactics
i'll flip switch and sweep this $$$$ $$$$$ when i turn all facist
lambast you and gas you and watch your corpse drop dead
i could snap your whole stature easier than week old bread
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i'd just like to point out the censoring took away some of the multi-syl's ha
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hush $$$$$, you could never mount a threat or get close enough to touch this
i'd smack you back on any attack, quit before you start you better trust this
you're pitiful and even on top form, at your pinnacle your just a dumb hoe
cos you could ejaculate a centimetre away from me and still not come close
this isn't just world play, my sentences touch you worse than your father
when you try to reply, y'should realise it's pointless like pencil with no end and don't bother
both @ babykayy
Been busy
Written to Griminal / Nasty - Greengate Vybe
F"ck blakkz and his $$$$~chats, my words you can't match/
Check the battle stats, like X-Mas with this gift it's a wrap//
In fact had to leave rap and come back to the grime/
Switch rhymes, streamline and still wasting your mind//
This kid dont get it, I'm like a Spartan with lyric's/
It's MADNESS, the way I keep mics like killers//
batteries in, unleash em, murder this b"tch/
Left same place I banged his mum: deep in the ditch//
I'm partial to tutelage, I'll make your girlfriend next/
Pump her head full of knowledge til it leaks on her chest//
Her lips provide wishes now she got Kaine on her breath/
I was caning her neck so you could have a taste of the best/
Vex? I laugh at that, Blakks is punani/
P"ssy cant harm me, f"ck you and your army//
act~aggy but this big fassy, get's sent to the store/
"If you go quickly might even get two puff of your draw"//
Quotables:
Say wargwun but im not a jambo
when i take niggrs down just like the rambo
Jam low niggr but i dont jamn high
when ill take man's life with a blink of an eye
With a blink of an eye gonna fink i can die ?
If you think u can win theres sum thing in ur eye
No man can speak to my squad
fam ill squeeze up a shot
send you risen to god
Kill for the game
never kill for the fame
theres nothing to achieve you end up dead
what a shame
I tell a boy: face the fact,
u cant stand me cz i merk the track ,
keep hating that ,your girl's rating that
cz i popped up from the bottom : facebook chat
Your a beg ,
look at your picture,
dont get it twisted dont get the mixture ,
ill play u around like a game fixture ,
writting up my lines no attic scripture !
@Green Fingers
Lame brains talkin gangster wit no pistols ta aim/
Loud mouths shootin off/then at my name take aim/
Who want fame?!/gassed up like you been all day fartin/
15 minutes of fame/you'll be on posters an milk cartons/
Even if you was uh space ship/you'd simply be no challenger/
Git ate up so git'cha weight up/dawg! I'll unbalance ya/
Shake u to ya core so run along an grab ya posse/
Buncha dyck head bumba clods b'atty bwoys straight fassies/
Thats an oxyMoron for you moronic Non contenders/
Stick ya hands in ya azz mr Brown Fingers tha gender bender/
How ya fingers turned Green/that story i'll tell/
Fingers in ya mommy's coochie/unbelievable tha smell/rash started developin/ya hands started swellin up/
Ya mother was uh thirty five cent whore people everywhere were tellin ya/
you aint wanna hear that/she was tha best mommy ever/
Suckin off you an ya uncles/plus your niece all together/
You attacked Baby Kay an theres No One to Defend You/
I'll stop for Now!/but dont let me have to con-Tin-Ue/
Originally Posted by green fingers
Last edited by PHUK_EWE_UP; 20-01-2011 at 12:07 AM.
running home is what i suggest,
coz you made the request.
to make an attempt to test,
me but im lyrically blessed.
so sorry to caurse unrest,
but i also suggest.
you shut up your a pest,
who will always be second best.
thats y you come at me as a contender,
coz im champ im title defender.
can spit uniquley evan on a bender,
not nice ima total offender.
its not my fault your a pretender,
about your life and your gender.
no swag on the mic no splendor,
so sit down boy and surreneder.
now im going lyricaly insane,
stricking your familly like a hurricane.
nowere to go stood in the rain,
gotta sstart sniffing cocaine.
so your engery you can maintain,
but could you plz try to refrain.
from drinking to much champagne,
and putting your head through the window pain.
@ green fingers
Fam what are you saying,
When im on the mic you know im not playing,
Tongues like a mac cos its always spraying,
If you come against me your gunna have to start praying.
I can tell when your fake cos you act all pally,
Get all shook when you see a man with a strally,
You think that your bad with your blacked out bally,
Get jumped for you tings and left slumped in an alley,
Me, i just chill in the endz,
Got the mandem with me smokin a benz,
Dont roll here with your wannabe friends,
Cos theres nothing worse then a man that pretends,
To be a badman when he is a little fassy,
Acts like g when he is a little b'atty,
I hate it when man like that come around here,
Polluting the air making it pure gassy,
Acting like your some sort of criminal,
How the state you left the man in was clinical,
I thinking to myself that you didnt hit him at all,
Your a little fraggle that will never get physical.
Who was this aimed at blaze.....Me?
PLEEZE LET ME KNO....LOL
Look at me bruv what can you see,
Not a man you ediat a nice wifey,
Im aquafresh shes like the white stripey,
And ill part her legs like the red sea.
I see god everyday like moses,
But in the mirror its me I notice,
Ill burn you down in fact ill toast this,
You will be one face I wont miss.
Ill gun you down with my 50 cal,
One bullet to your face brains kapow,
Wheres he gone no more ediat now,
Now to doctors I go with a heart for sale.
Now blood your rude but I don’t give a $$$$,
When I drive by don’t forget to duck,
Forget bullets how about a grenade ill chuck,
Then ill see if your birds home get her to suck.
@ phuk ewe up
your saying words only, couldn't build a sentence with lego
i'll only warn you once before you end up like that dead hoe
don't step to the mic when your nothing but a faker with rhymes
stab your membranes with mascara so you can make up your mind
fame? if your talking about 15 minutes, yours ended like one hour ago
let you take centre stage, turn up with a mic then sour your show
my fingers are green for 1 reason, you obviously missed the issue
don't even talk about your rep when your as soft as toilet tissue
it's easy to invent and insult, but i only listen to straight facts
your lucky to be born, one look at you mother, who would r.ape that?
@ baby kayy
your lines are basic, elementary, anything but complex or skilled
you might aswell face it, your just the next up set to be killed
wh0re is only in a Benz with a customer at the red light district
coming with that weak paper flow, prepare to get your sh!t ripped
set the records straight, never once did i even try to get friendly
i just showed up, p!ssed on your rep and left you spast!cs to envy
talking with a rastafari inflection, your just a white sl.ut from the burbs
somebody said you can win? then lube up your ear and $$$$ what you heard
miles ahead of the game, if this was a race i'd have already passed you,
triple lapped, harassed and lyrically bombast your full half assed crew
last woman on earth, rather use you as bait to trap an animal than tap you
cos you're either the ugliest c.unt on the forum or just regular fat dude
@ Green (git my middle) Finger
You emptyin clips?/only when ya cellphone come out/
That kid couldnt blaze even if his father said "sun come out"
I'm onna quiet quest/you try at best ta contest what i Manifest/
You're uh broke joke at best/i suggest lyrically regress or git blessed as you're laid ta Rest/
No sleep for tha weary?/then im sleepin my life away/
Cuz i aint worried about shyt an dont put my gun or my knife away/
You claimin you tha dopest?/you're partially right cuz you're doped up/
My lyrics r sentimental/bite any an you'll git choked up/
Bring ya lyrics/bring ya beef/an bring ya drama too/
I'll bring that Norph Philly shyt to disgrace & Osama you/
I'm one of tha few/tha brave/& proud/
You're one of tha slew/who got blazed/& raised amidst tha clouds/
I'll make you dig ya own grave wit dem 6 green fingers/
No thumbs or trigger finger/so how u claimin you're uh gun slinger?/
I'll put blood in ya mouth like when you eatin ya mother durin her menustration/
Phuk uh rep!/you're under my jurisdiction an everywhere you roam is part of my administration/
You tryna demonstrate like you got skills or sumthin/
You got just enuf ta git killed an I been hired ta do tha slumpin/
You're uh choir bwoy/so stay in church or git hurt tryna act up/
You frontin so much/you walk in reverse til' ya forward motion looks like uh back up/
LMAO
Check out my band "Goodnight Grace's," music video for our song "Would You Like To Hear A Story," even in 1080p! heres the link! ---->
@Gboss
you advertise on here like you wanna be big,
but you gotta lay down some bars not upload a vid,
rip into me ill slaughter like a pig,
you'll be my slave take the shovel and dig,
we can all advertise wandolyrics.co.uk
thats my website look you dont have to pay,
but i dont beg in all the threads thats gay,
ill bet you'll still be doing it in the moneth of may,
now im not trying to rip you apart thats just natural,
your so square your like a quadrilateral!
Blud wahum to dese yutes warn beef me/
am hard ur easy/
ur head shape...E.T/
u fassies r squeezy/
trust me il get beasty/
fk da talk im ready for da beef/
i got da knife an fork/
all dese pagon yutes are smellin like pork/
man wud pop ur head top...u shud make ur tag cork/
clashin me , ur reckless/
ur lakin inteligence/
an ur moist 2/
u fort u was shower but man cudnt even jump n da bath/
i was already in my yard/
bunnin a zoot like 7 inches large/
so how do u feel ur gyal got a beatin wid my tings like 11inches large/
no ur not on it/
im sick/
gonna vomit/
am da $$$$$ reppin blue gt da fast pace action hooks/
but fk sonic/
no am nt no hedgehog/
but trus man will make u be bleedin u'd be wishin its ketchup/
gt da squirt no ketchup/
ur slow $$$$$ ketch up/
i wsnt dat speedy doe/
im da guy who supplies da best tings all u $$$$$z are gready doe/
il give u sum time to fink bout ur actions/
but remember if u wanna scuff im already gettin my knuckles crackin/
dis is a fist ting no smakin/
stop actin dumb/
im deliviring bangs like a pizza man/
dey call me blakky burna il heat a man/
i kno u snitches are speakin 2 man/
but fk dat/
yes an ur girl i fked dat/
stash a burna in da bush get another strally cuz i clocked dat/
u lots rollin wid no swagger how much yutes am i gonna have to show how to rock hats/
tellin u again ur not smart/
wen i was 7 i was playin wid da skeng in my mums car/
lifes crazy it is hard/
please remember ur nt hard/
stop writin, u gt parred/
get off ur screen/
go put work in/
yes mans gt da dirt in/
yeh an im puttin da work in
catch me in bridge tryna put work in/
or u cud find me in Harlem/
im capable of beefin on road wen i step to dese moist yutes who try gass on web ,dey start barrlen/
toshiba, bmw mercedes i get cars in.
lemme finish dis off an touch da road/
nuff man i now will get touched on road/
dese yutes fink der tough on road/
u will get bunned by da snob nose/
i aint talkin bout dragonz/
but fk dat am stabbin/
no swing for a bat/
actually alow dat/
man will draw for da fist/
in da jungle mans beefin da lions for da food/
i neva had a fork jus a fist/
copper bullet , black tek9 no homo dis $$$$$ will get kissed/
i parred man now hes pissed/
come g touch diss (no homo)/
its da roads dat am reppin bun dem talks famm u willget deaded/
u will get ledded an shedded /
an jus like mah blood bruddas famm u will get redded/
stop talkin u can get killed/
gt da borken wen da tek spills/
low dat do it old skool behead him/
il low u for now but dnt fink i wnt dead him/
an dis gyal talkin shhiit/
like u know stuff/
u fkin headmout all u can do is blow stuff/
dis dumb gyal jus sew stuff/
im gettin my doe up/
i wnt be threatened to go scuff/
man banged him in his stomach (what happened?) he throwed up/
dumb biitchh u will get crowped up/
kidnapp her she will get ropped up/
dashed in da boot/
am packin a boot/
am a hugry $$$$$ u will get wrapped for food/
ahh dis is for all dese pagonz try beefin me on web famm talkin bout clash come arf ur likkle screen dem an visit bridge mandem will show u wats wat
@ phuk ewe up
get back with that whack act,talking about arms, you only pump a water pistol
i'll sit back, relax and watch your sh!t stack, not one of my punchlines will miss you
your spitting lies, the only arms i carry are stuck to my shoulders and hang by my waist
i don't need weaponary, have your nosebone stab into your brain when i stand on your face
it's all i need to place you on heat, watch this whack f.ag, he's looking at the face of defeat
f.ucking with me will leave you with nothing but a bad rap n a green hand print on your cheek
your intelligence is pales in comparison and you couldn't ever match my dark humour
Green'll break down your stature, and kick vicious spits hurt more than your ma's tumour
you can barely keep rhyme and never hold the flow, couldn't bring beef at a carvery
i'll tell you official, i just dodged your down syndrome lines and knocked you the f.uck out ardently
Im nt even gonna lie dat was lethal
easy with the talk n!gguuhz on dis thread thinking tht there slewing/
its easy to think your bars r arrd,but its funny when yo udnt no what your doing/
my rap *words* are like a language,and nigguz no i spit it fluent/
but all you n!gguhz raps stinks of *sh!!t* i might as well call it sewage/
ill have blood pumpin outtah yah chest,no need of gettin Fluid/
am tha type of persoin tht yah try nd mess wid,nd gett yah a55 bOOted/
when i say i aint playing,am talking punch lines that will have u shaken/
have ur belly aking,blocked lungs,you can call it ashma
,but theres nothing your gonna be fcken be inHAYLING
what you think your tuff cuz you talk about the 4-5/
but when am seeking ill have the 36 balli and you can go and hide/
my barrs are straight hungry and it wont leave you a-live/
after am done with you,we can then talk about you having a life/
ill have u hoping on the side/have u doin a $$$$$ boy ride/
u will be in dah hospital looking like ah handicap/
try tlk sh!t ill give u a handy-slap/
@N104life
you're barely playing with words, meanwhile im straight molesting vocab
just like i'm puffing on kush and you could barely handle a blow back
i'm dumb sick, it's like my cancer is retarded and i'm spitting aids on it,
infecting the verse with sickle cell and letting the hook catch bubonic
my quick-wit will rip-sh!t when i flip-scripts three hundred and sixty degrees
i split-cliques with my sickness, f.uck a gat, i'll take a hammer to both knees
you're nothing but a nit-wit in the wrong business, it's about your bed time
smother your whole verse with the punchline heavy and leave you with a dead rhyme
if you wanna back-chat, you'll get nothing but a slap-back and red cheeks
i wanted some competition and an equal but all i get here is dead beats
who is this cat coming with the tough talk? son just speak the truth
where the $$$$ is your cred? you could be in D12 and still have no Proof
things are moving slowly today ha.
@ green fingers
Sayin some sh!t about red light district,
You love prozzeys mate your just an addict,
Come to my ends and you will get licked,
With a fat slap picked up, thrown down and kicked.
Real talk your bars mean nothing to me,
Your a $$$$$, im a lyrical G,
Start some sh!t get shot in the knee,
Dragged down the street beggin for mercy,
All the mandem will agree,
That your nothing but a fake stupid flea.
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