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u2popmofo said:
Henry Rollins is Wak:

Yo, who is that man dissin' at U2's door?
Talkin' mad crap and treating Bono like a whore?
Giving his crap opinion, like anybody cares
Up his anus I like to place and light a couple flares.
He's got a fat neck, and looks like a freak.
He makes crappy songs, and acts like they're sleek.
How dare you talk crap about U to the 2,
Up your ass I'll now place my whole damn shoe.
In that one song, you said you were a Liar,
When I'm done with ya, you'll be a little crier.
Now the tables have turned, and I'm dissing you,
Henry frickin' Rollins you're a pile of poo.


now that is the funniest thing you've ever written :lmao:


u to the 2?? :lol: that's just wrong :lol: that's hilarious...too bad it's too big you be your sig!! maybe if you made the font really small??
 
I can tell by the silence you've been illed
tired of being takin down by an MC with superior skill
don't worry cajun you're time will come
when you surpass a mic legend with a sound that will stun
but back up don't be playin
don't mess with the cujo
if you want to be stayin

just kidding man... that was some funny stuff... rhyming Sicy was pretty good.
 
Cujo you kick a tight game
too bad that your whole presence is so lame
I may not be akkadian but compared to you I'm the fn Scorpion King
hang around a bit longer and I may let you kiss my brass ring
Pay attention because you'r ein the presence of a master
Kid Rock may be my father but you you're just a ghetto bastard
 
Strawberry Soda you're my one and only drug,
With out you what would I do? Freak out and bug.
When I pop your cap and pour ya in my mouth,
It's like I'm in heaven, or maybe the dirty dirty south.
So fruity, so sweet,
So cold, so neat.
Words cant describe, so just listen to the beat.
 
ghetto bastard any day
over slack jawed hick
from heartland USA
your rhymes be trippin
using references of schillin
giving props to lame movies
that your dad be billin
you call yourself the master without delay
but your rhymes are weak even pass?
so don't bust out here a blazin
trying to rhyme with me in some lame form of hazin
don't quit your day job I'm sure you'd regret
givin up that shanty that you sublet
I'm sorry did that hit home with the devil without a cause
where's your comeback all I hear is your fall
return when your ill but I'll still be the class
hey where's your daddy the American Fat Ass
 
Battle lines are drawn
light before the dawn
who will step up and take the crown
who's the hip hop master with the kick ass sound?

Wow... I do sound like a pompous jackass.
 
Ode to my Toaster:

You're my funky fresh Toaster
The appliance with the most-a
You brown my bread in a fantastic way
You brown my bread with no delay
You make the bread so nice and so crisp
The bread's so good it cant be dissed
You're the finest thing that I do own
If you ever broke, I'd wail and moan
I give you mad props, for what you do for bread
If it wasnt weird, I'd let you sleep in my bed
 
Say what you will about the way I am living
I do whatever I wish and for that thanks I am giving
Come a little closer son because your eyes need to be scoped
Slack jawed hick isn't me but it's in your hororscope
I don't need to run my mouth because my clique does it for me
Don't waist my time man *yawn* you're really starting to bore me
I have six convos going, yet I still am cutting you to shreds
I may make lame movies but at least I don't have to wear hand me down keds
Look at you man you're like lil pee wee
running around hiking your leg looking to go wee wee
Mark your territory because soon it'll be all you have left
The cops are coming to charge me for grand theft
I took your pride and you don't even know it
It's ok though because this is my yard junior hurry up and mow it
 
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mofo... that was the best so far
but we all know the toaster resides in your bed
along with pictures of Paul McGuiness wrapped around your head
 
Throwbacks to the eighties is that all you got
hell I think we all know whose dignity's shot
Go ahead and say what you say about my rhymes
but don't you bust out lyrics you can't even spell
check it, you're perspiring and you're startin to smell
I could track you for miles on your fear
tryin to run away from a man with Keds gear
What's my name I proclaim
What's your name said with disdain
You respond facetiously all the same
but it doesn't matter for I have won
upstagin you cajun, again I'm the one
chosen to take you down
oh ya, here's my shoes
you be shinin em please
and don't use polish as cheap as your flow
cause I might then have to call on mofo
that's right cajun you're another victim
burned down to a crisp like a temporary symptom
of a disease that has spread to your head
from areas we won't wish to say
oops there goes your dignity to your dismay
bewildered and enchanted by my old school play
Its ok kid no one expected you to overcome
your lyrics are old and tonight my rhymin's done
 
You Dont Diss Us:

You dont mock, dont diss,
Just gawk, just wish
That your rhymes were stylin
And the honnies were smilin'
Like they are at Mofo
and his homie Cujo
You dont diss those bad boys, cause they're bro's
You dont diss those bad boys, or they'll call you ho's


Shout out to my toaster
 
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I'm spent guys good rhymin by cajun
a worthy adversary
and mofo my main man good thread
have a good night and don't bang your head
tryin to top my stylin's
I've been at it longer than Miss Cleo's call'ins.
 
At least I don't edit my rhymes cajun...
just kidding
I'll call it a victory tonight... for the thread.
a draw for us... maybe next time you'll concede defeat
so we can move onto more important things
like you worshippin my feet.
 
It's beddy bye time, for this bro
It's time to get freaky, with my ho's
I'll see ya all tomorrow, on the flip side
I'll see ya all tomorrow, drivin' your wak rides
In the morning I'll be buying me some CD's
Dont get in my way or I'll be on ya like a disease.
AFI and The Clash are what I desire
No I cannot wait, I am no liar.
 
so yo brutha whenhiphops a poppin in what do i see
all those homies was too stoned to get me rap flow degree
its not only rhymie, so you gotta understand
that yo mc?s are behavin like the drummer in me band

eatin up the sticks he betta drummin with his dick
so bad ass cu jo could be the slave of booty lick
like the son of a bad man playin batman with his nuke
when tha homies gonna write it down fulfillin tha book

so tell me who is creepin down the street to the beat
while some brotha?s weepin for his child got nothing to eat
that ain?t neat, all yo people gonna fill your own need
when the seed of love may spreadin while yo busy with your greed

busy busy? just a shizzy you won?t fuck with me head
when i tell you that this sistas crackin crackers in me bed
wanna make a love thang? brutha join your gang bang
cuz whenhiphop?s in tha houseand he?s fuckin with your slang

in the room designed for makin love with my baby
pink sheets silk stockings girl yo drivin me crazy
amuse me
in your jacuzzi
and we?ll have some dom gonna have fun, part one

whos that? theres a knockin on my door shit its bono
gonna take me to rehearsals for i must have missed the promo
new album out, word, what do i know its okey
its all good whenhiphop?s rappin down and can play

yo whosa fuckin with me turntables boy you better run
if i catch yer bloody face i?ll pull tha trigger of me gun
cuz whenhiphop?s drivin down rap avenue big car
yo better flee to your honey man you better count me scars

cu joe you?s fine but you just can?t find a flow in yo rhyme
its time you be checkin out your ass for a sign
kick it on, bring it on, but be aware
that whenhiphop?s in tha house kid yo better beware

all the ladies in the club will be lissnin to your skills
while you concentrate on that one i?ll be off for some chills
with my interference groupies for a ride on tha strip
limousines, dirty dreams, stack the cash for brand new video clip

fuck emm tee vee, fuck discovery channel
i?ll just hire dre to put them dopeheads on the panel
bling bling this is me mobiles ringin whos that
ah excuse me my girls callin me from out of the bed

i?m off you?re allowed to rap but i?m the funkiest
let me hear you shout hiphop don?t be messin with em junkies
tell you what you pretty cracked me up with yo rhyme
eat that shit gimme a dime i?m just wasting my time

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Oooh, lordy, I've got a biology test tomorrow-ey
I should be at my study
But I'm at the fucking boardsy
Crikey
What the hell I'm a doing-y
dammy
enzymes and cell-sy
understandski?
Alrighty!
 
Look at me
who you all wanna be
laying down the mad grooves
pumping out the deck moves
 
yertle-the-turtle said:
Oooh, lordy, I've got a biology test tomorrow-ey
I should be at my study
But I'm at the fucking boardsy
Crikey
What the hell I'm a doing-y
dammy
enzymes and cell-sy
understandski?
Alrighty!

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LMAO! BEST ONE YET! :lol:
 
Oh not another one from the mixmaster
The all day all night rhyme forecaster
I see the pain in big car?s future
Even bigger than the last cajun suture
I don?t think he realizes the situation
Confronted with illest rhymes by a Caucasian
Showers of flow comin down from below
Bombarding your palate with tastes of cujo
Can you feel the attack
Can you see the ambush
comin from the back
the bench sitters have returned
to reap vengeance on the absurd
Don?t turn around cause you won?t be spared
By a legion of randoomers comin prepared
Dishin out more lines than you can deal with
Even if you?re developing your own myth
Yes the myth that you are
the greatest star
Above even the northern czar
Its ok, I?ll give you time to adjust
To worship my canine royal flush
Its time to deal
Find out who?s for real
Card shark and all what?s the scene
What?s that a pair of threes
Bow down, get down
on your knees.

Word.

This is my last one? too much negative flow from everyone. Not enough love. Miss Cleo says fighting solves nothing. I really liked your last one whenhiphopdrovethebigcars, even though I was totally dissed? its ok, I guess I can?t compete with someone who has hiphop in their name. One thing I guess you missed though is that all my rhymes were battles, rudimentary at that; I wasn?t striving for anything more than that.
 
Word up, word up to brother cu jo
Gonna battle me down and have fun with J Lo
Dontcha worry bout the rhymie cuz I really dig your raps
And it wasn?t meant to dis? you just the flow and no big caps

Relax there brother pass the weed and gimme one more
For the record for the multimillion rhymes you got in store
We?re gonna break down the beat then we put it on back
Old skool whats the rule you want love in that track

Thats fine by me, spell L-O-V-E
Can you see that we should have done the funk called g
To the p like parliament gonna take the love ahead
So those suckers realize they better off alive than dead

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From here on out, let's keep this real oldschool.

Nothin' but love in the rhymes
Nothin' but love all the time
 
u2popmofo said:
From here on out, let's keep this real oldschool.

Nothin' but love in the rhymes
Nothin' but love all the time

Summertime...

great flow big car's... I'm officially out of battles... well not really, if you want some more I'll do it... but I think I've made my point. Deathrow records watch out!!!
 
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