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Post by Hypnotic on Jul 27, 2004 13:49:43 GMT -5
Yeah I'm talkin about you.
Sirkrakalot, have you cryin. Boo-Hoo.
You captian underpants wearin punk
what you gonna do?
I hurt yo feelings, so Sue!
My rhymes are too tight for you.
While yo rhymes are dirty and unwanted like poo.
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Post by SirKrakalot on Jul 27, 2004 14:01:39 GMT -5
what the hell i'm sitting right next to you... i mean i was sitting here watching you get help writing that lameass rhyme
i accept the challenge like you accept a bottle of hypnotic
sirkrakalot is back eventhough you never would have thought it
you think its a battle but its just a plain slaughter
you rhymes crumble like crackers but mines just get harder
mine shit is sweet like candies while your rhymes are made for pansies
after u read this youll be ready to post like it really matters
though ill break you like a rock hitting the glass and then it shatters
the game is already over and there is no reset button
why even put the disk in cuz everything you do is for nothing
sirkrakalot is back
i left and came back found out you was wack
hypnotic or crack, whatever you take youll still be on my ball sack.
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Post by Hypnotic on Jul 27, 2004 14:03:06 GMT -5
Forget this. lets take it to the challengers Ring. Thats where it matters.
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Post by Hypnotic on Jul 27, 2004 14:25:38 GMT -5
Wow, you sounded really black, Shane. You sure u didn't get help from a negro?
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