MusicMod:


yeah war fighter
sing along
hmmmmn

Neither did I seize your crutch
nor did i overbonk your crush
why spit jargon, t-o-o - much
is your personality bear-ing a grudge?

you'll be dead in a battle you can't shun
if you won't give those mood swings high attention
then my peak might make you the new costa titch
oh
no reign is ever permanent son, come to think of it!

The four will spray/ since you want to play/ it’s not her death time but she’s getting tucked in a box today/
I’m changing history with these rounds… that’s Doctor Strange!/

Brooce:




The four will spray/ since you want to play/ it’s not her death time but she’s getting tucked in a box today/
I’m changing history with these rounds… that’s Doctor Strange!/

I can see, you are tryin'
but in your ring, I'll be lastin'
against far odds of ''the barely alive''
you ain't worthy of a seat in my ride.

MusicMod:


I can see, you are tryin'
but in your ring, I'll be last'
against far odds of 'the barely alive'
you ain't worthy of a seat in my ride.

I maul in spars/ shoot guns and have you crawling sir/ that’s what you get for bringing those boring bars!

Brooce:


I maul in spars/ shoot guns and have you crawling sir/ you think you can take so much, till Couple shots knock you down… first time alcohol drinker/

''I won't batter with force'' /
I'm holding on the points; get your pate on course/
unlike you - a worn out tippler; maker of fuss/
why would a dame be a sot?
you're sentenced to death in my court.//

MusicMod:


''I won't batter with force''
I'm holding on the points; get your pate on the course
unlike you - a worn out tippler; maker of fuss
why would a dame be a sot?
you're sentenced to death in my court.

MusicMod been Too-Ig-nored
The Challenges of You Synods,
Is ya Flight of Ideas is Hugely Flawed,
Got Tight and Deft Lyrics, Yours is Looking Bored,
This Lame be Losing Grounds with her Footings Lost

All this Peter Pans "throwing hooks" that Never-Lands
Like em Nukes In Japan delivered by the Western Hands,

my pen game is something these motherfuckers have Never Seen,
Skill's lean-and-mean/ Plain to see Miss-Feets(MisFits) Lepers Team with Lesser Leagues,
Knowledge Gap's Challenger Deep Whenever Dexter Spits,

His Openness to Experience is Out of Depths, let it Sink-In as you Reach The Depths,
Pea-Brained thinks by Writing Dirty is using a Piggy's Pen,
F Financial Infighting, there's no Conflict of Interests In Here,

Spit Lines of Extended Uzi Clips, U Dotted like Yayoi Kusama Polka Patterned Works
Fill them with enough Lead to Pose As An Anchor Dork

100Barz:



MusicMod been Too-Ig-nored
The Challenges of You Synods,
Is ya Flight of Ideas is Hugely Flawed,
Got Tight and Deft Lyrics, Yours is Looking Bored,
This Lame be Losing Grounds with her Footings Lost

You reek of a boy In a faded shirt, drop da filthy tie//

toilin' to sounds echt, be f**king high sniff 'em pretty ice,

your pen's blind 🖊️, you a wack, but I'm blinking eye 👀👀

( weak poor week? )

unloath my lame rhyme, find a paying grind/

MusicMod:

in those faded shirt, filthy tie
you're struggling to sounds right against my damn boring rhymes
weak fake excuse throw? find a balance on this grind

They say my lyrics outstanding/ punches after punches… with these fists? this sissy is who I’m pounding/
Right hook, she staggers… still tryna find balance….
like a busy accountant!/

Brooce:


They say my lyrics outstanding/ punches after punches… with these fists? this sissy is who I’m pounding/
Right hook, she staggers… still tryna find balance….
like a busy accountant!/

my gunz blast you
ur bitch is like u
niggers hate like sticks
u can suck my dick
is freezy ask in the hood um the shit

Brooce:


They say my lyrics outstanding/ punches after punches… with these fists? this sissy is who I’m pounding/
Right hook, she staggers… still tryna find balance….
like a busy accountant!/

The praises ain't real

for these brain-dead flows lying before me

Surgery ain't fit, too late for skull drill

euthanasia, best next thing

Y'all like bird in nest on tree, a mid free

typical built loser in my crib, new compliment? i doubt it

I'm a knocker- the killer - your pounder- their shooter, witch bitch👹

MusicMod:


The praises ain't real

for these brain-dead flows lying before me

Surgery ain't fit, too late for skull drill

euthanasia, best next thing

Y'all like bird in nest on tree, a mid free

typical built loser in my crib, new compliment? i doubt it

I'm a knocker- the killer - your pounder- their shooter, witch bitch👹

Your rhymes suck I know you suck too/
All I wanna do is put my D in your V and fukk you!/

Brooce:


Your rhymes suck I know you suck too/
All I wanna do is put my D in your V and fukk you!/

You're pinchin' nothing, while I'm musclin' pennies /
cos you're thinking with that short flesh, mere stuff for rotisserie /
pure spurious, dietin' on kush /
man-hoe in one word, dark lungs /
black liver being underserving sepulture /

You know my Stands on Gender Violence hence the Curved Rib Treatment,
and also stopping me from handing you your Worst Defeat Yet,
Never Take Names just Straight Ass Kicking
So you can Stop Drooling and Start Spitting
You Pissed Off like Urine Stored in Weak Bladders
Against Me; Nah its better you Kiss Taipan.
Cause when my Pen and Paper Collides, the outcome dwarfs a Hypernova.

We’re both twinning? Save it, they’re lying/
Me and this pauper can never be birds of same feather, he’s hawking, I’m flying/

I’m cursed, violent/ who this nerd whining?/
Black hawk or the desert eagle… you gone see the birds flying!

With-Held ma Basic Rights but Barz Never Left.
Still Am Right, so YOU LEFT.

It's me again, the warrior
Bringing in the rain like the courier
Blowing stuff like a destroyer
I can't be sorry, but these bitches they rustier

As I saw the rhyme scheme I knew it was @Eddysilver,
Wack rapper without liver.

dj5naira:
I'm brutal. . in this game, they way I come against this mortal/
All these wacks. . need some smack. . at their back, cos they quack!/

Spit fire !!! 🔥

Streett:



Spit fire !!! 🔥

2 lines is too much for this dikk.rider]
Dj dey chill, he say he dey spit fire]

LhoOd:


2 lines is too much for this dikk.rider]
Dj dey chill, he say he dey spit fire]

Big liar!
the cig light ya wig or I let the fifth fire

Brooce:



Big liar!
the cig light ya wig or I let the fifth fire

you past your prime, you really should spell retire/
I bring L to your hood, my last name; infernal/

LhoOd:


you past your prime, you really should spell retire/
I bring L to your hood, my last name; infernal/

nigga talking about bringing an L to the hood/ but he about to keep end to end L's like LiverpooL

Dione007:
nigga talking about bringing an L to the hood/ but he about to keep end to end L's like LiverpooL

Newbies quoting me to be in the spotlight/
Dont be sad, every little thing is gonna be alright/

The way your bítch takes my màndigo, bet her cervix must be made from steel/
I call her tardis, electrifying fánny made from eel/

Bitchiamjay:
The way your bítch takes my màndigo, bet her cervix must be made from steel/
I call her tardis, electrifying fánny made from eel/

I heard it’s a blackout in your hood so I come with a surgeon blade/
Now I’m creeping in your room.. I see you’re nervous, Jay/
blow out your candles then cut a piece off you… That’s a birthday cake!/

Brooce:


I heard it’s a blackout in your hood so I come with a surgeon blade/
Now I’m creeping in your room.. I see you’re nervous, Jay/
blow out your candles then cut a piece off you… That’s a birthday cake!/

Consider holding it in Ed Jenner's way/
or this witch bitch might have to hold you a wake/
few bars and you're already needing a break/
blind snake, outtake, wood drake & huisache; guy - you're a headache/

MusicMod:


Consider holding it in Ed Jenner's way/
or this witch bitch might have to hold you a wake/
few bars and you're already needing a break/
blind snake, outtake, wood drake & huisache; guy - you're a headache/

I’m not joking when I said I fight with a knife, yes!/ but if you ‘can’t read between the lines’ then my nine stretch/
That shyt light up on your face like an eye test!/

Brooce:


I’m not joking when I said I fight with a knife, yes!/ but if you ‘can’t read between the lines’ then my nine stretch/
That shyt light up on your face like an eye test!/

one to one, spot the spots where I'm unserious
run to port, turn to point, my daggers are curious
_-_
I'm aiming to maim, death is obvious/
let's pause on moving on, my prey is furious; he needs some cooling off!/

MusicMod:


one to one, spot the spots where I'm unserious
run to port, turn to point, my daggers are curious
_-_
I'm aiming to maim, death is obvious/
let's pause on moving on, my prey is furious; he needs some cooling off!/

Her ex said she’s way stupeed/ even her present fiancé cheats on her with different babes, truly/
It’s ironic no man wants to dance to her tune.. even when they chose to “play MUSIC”/

Brooce:


Her ex said she’s way stupeed/ even her present fiancé cheats on her with different babes, truly/
It’s ironic no man wants to dance to her tune.. even when they chose to “play MUSIC”/

Hey, I bet your drugs are running out/
cheating groom?
pained - loud - imagination is crying out/
isn't that how your life is turning out ?
ain't you the trash - girls are tossing out?
Man up, be back as a downspout pen tout.

MusicMod:


Hey, I bet your drugs are running out/
cheating groom?
pained - loud - imagination is crying out/
isn't that how your life is turning out ?
ain't you the trash - girls are tossing out?
Man up, be back as a downspout pen tout.

You know I’m not lying, boo/
and I’m not fighting you/
but the truth is no man wants to spend the rest of his life with you/
Even cyclops don’t have an eye for you!/