Inkblood:
i got a maddened thirst/ and i'm on a Savage quest to damage vets/ this ain't even my lavish best/ its just an average verse/ a beg make una manage first

Inkblood: lol

Ibime:

My friend get out of here with your Aguda rhymes.

Noisemaker! Even our resident wackster Rapmaestro would beat you bloody, yet you come here dey form Champion.

demsid: Hating on my lines . I succesfully frustrated him,even befor droppin my bars. Phool speak with ur lines

mikuz:
thats how he behaves.Always hating for no reason.Please Ignore him.

mikuz:
thats how he behaves.Always hating for no reason.Please Ignore him.

MiKuZ jnr: his not hating for no reason MiK since when is you a buttlicker? That was straight trash

deli dimes: [B/]witty[/B]

demsid: trash or no trash let thy critic speak between his bars, dats hw real MC do

MiKuZ jnr: his not hating for no reason MiK since when is you a buttlicker? That was straight trash

MiKuZ jnr:

come on you not stupid look through previous pages you will see his verses(i)

CAPO-FIRESTONE:
Increda my real nigga.

I c u jor

lwkmdie xo as u jst frustrate dat wackster deli dime

na xo bro..kip up d gud work

lol.

demsid: i aint talkin bout hs past verses,if thy v gat any reply on my recent verse,thy shall do so postin thy verse afterwards n sting me inbtw. His beef aint mature he's underhatin(under 18).

Inkblood: just a quick something...


I keep stunting/ my speech stunning/ i'm a sick a$$ fellow

while you geeks fronting/ and spit nothing/ like a chick that swallows/

My scripts are well known/

Used to be the man of steel, now I'm filled with rusty bars/
these bloody phags/ claiming thugs, are as gangstar as spongebob serving mealz at the crusty crabs/
you aint rappers you're choristers/
My specialty is turning body guards into punching bags/ my fists are like binoculars, if it touches your eye you'll see no less than forty stars/ leave your body parts cut with scars/ Bleep the universe this ink scripts a multi verse/

At first its all jokes and banter/ till I get provoked and angered/ then i hold the laughter/ then attack he who thinks he a doper rapper/ my book of rhymes will choke the bastard/ and close his chapters/ even when i flow substandard/ the difference between us is still clear.... coke and fanta/

my murderous raps/ will slaughter scumbags/ and cause more brutal blood bath/ than a game of mortal combat/ i hope yall fucktards observe/
i got a maddened thirst/ and i'm on a Savage quest to damage vets/ this ain't even my lavish best/ its just an average verse/ a beg make una manage first lol

dj5naira: im not a Rogue but um quite sure I 'mute ants' when I drop some pun/ not just for Andrew Dost & Jack Antonoff . I do this all for Fun/
Mr AK-47 . so don't Miss~behave . else I whip your butt with a double barrel to prove you still a 'Son of gun!'/

Under-developed clerks . while um the boss on top/ these minors I absorb all their threats/
'Twont take a second to send you alien outta Mars again . one punch and you'll be in 'Third world' like Earth/

My twist tales would fall all their best / after my cufflinks calmly bash his teeth/
dress up a kernel . tie the Knot . then hang the Married man with it!/

What I spit is concrete . but what you bring are cabin & biscuit/ im strong . but the meander day bros . still slander fake raw/
none of these Rocky Balboas could bypass ma fireWalls of Jericho . . 'twas more like active p.enis . . . ''the harder they come . the harder they fall!!!!!!!!!!''/

irritatin' Billy goat . they either stay shunned . they neither face front/ and where the hell are my skills goin' to . hiphop and dopey . BIA NEBA/
he'll henceforth be Wheelchaired . after I suck his spine out of his skeleton with . . . the Straw that broke the camel's back!/

im Fur-footed . so be sure i'll post the finest barz/ that will leave ye calfs moan mooo's/
Ever present bull . Would never go AWOL in this field . . . 'til the cows come home/

I chose to ignore chicks . now ye big fowls all grown/ kickstart realness . stop the pretence you funny bland guy/
ma Merlin punches cause havoc . so no ninjas dare me . even the Kenshi y'all know tested ma fist . . . . and 'Turn a blind eye!'/

How will you perfect ya audio skits when your breathin' awkwardly . . not a bad sigh/ but Big Trouble . in Little China . now all the kids will go battle/
Most of 'em boaters HERE . been sailin' flows seamlessly . Hitherto . their canoe boat is 'stuck up a creek with no paddle!'/

Ibime:

My friend get out of here with your Aguda rhymes.

Noisemaker! Even our resident wackster Rapmaestro would beat you bloody, yet you come here dey form Champion.

Ibime:

Great verse. That bodyguards into punching bags was real witty

Kyllah mc:
. . .And yes! I found love with a bronde bb!tch/ who likes to ball deep/ and blow ddick/
the engineers invented a wall clock after spying on her. . .Cos obviously they both 'thick'/

Kyllah mc:
smart ass!!!

Inkblood: Thanks guys, @mikuz 20 lines? how do you want it?

Ibime: Noisemaker! Even our resident wackster Rapmaestro would beat you bloody.

Rap maestro: how old are yhu f00l?

Ibime: I'm overemployed, family man who turned 30 as a matter of fact/

ThunderStorm: .
.
Have you ever felt abandoned, Lonely, depressed?/
Rejected, disliked . And so Choked with the stress?/
well I feel samething too. . So hopeless n' stressed/ I'm cold holding this pen/
I'm having a moodswing now. . And go hoping it ends/
Pulled out a Robe clothing n' belt/ and goes choking himself/
. . To kill the inner man whom his own soul slowly rejects/
the bro's smoking his head/ it's no joke, he needs help/
but wanna smoke d.ope in instead
. .some blunt . Coke, codine n' Ref/
his own home is in mess/ can't even go dope with this text/
. .smashing every mirrors. . Cuz he hates what his own motives reflects/

yea, there goes chuka, yea . Chuka the angry dude/
oh, there goes Karma too. . About to have him used/
nice one karma. All what you planned is true/ every action so active too/
. .took my past, entered my present . .to kill my future, with a stabbing truth/
but the facts n' clue/ is act'lly true/
. . was my mistake . I pushed every button . . That I had to gladdly pull/
I'm puzzled. . And tryyna scrabble through/
. . I fight to live. . And live to battle you/
but I'm asked to pull/ . Death or life? . I have to choose/
. . Death! Cuz we all live to die anyways . .Which I dont plan to do/

mikuz:

lets kick it on monday, 6pm.