Monday, March 19, 2007
I piss on your grave
Come on now Masta you were really lame this time, I never knew you liked nursery rhymes, but since you do, here's one for you, roses are red violets are blue, I fucked your mother and then she had you, ha ha let's go how 'bout another one, these nursery rhymes were kinda fun, roses are red violets are blue, your father fucked the milkman, bo-ho-fucking-ho, but seriously folks let's crank it up a notch, let's head butt Masta in his face and kick him in the crotch, but wait the crotch is the wrong place to kick, li'l Masta ain't got a dick, maybe a mini penis is hiding in there, but it's more like a giant clit I swear, Masta J, never okay, Mr "I'm-straight-outta-south-harbor" ya'll better make way, snap back to reality, you're a monstrosity, you're abnormality, a lousy vasectomy, yeah that's right there's no need to fight, you're a lot of bark but simply no bite, I'm Urquell you're Miller Lite, you're the toilet when I take a shite, I give you nightmares every night, you sneak into you closet and lock it shut tight, then you come out of the closet every day, even homosexuals are pissed that you're gay, you give them a very bad reputation, you're the number one reason for sterilization, a minute in your company, and people question humanity, how come you allowed to live on, in the olden timey days you'd been stoned and long gone, so I think it's time to bury the hatchett, right in your skull didn't see that one coming I bet, let me end this rhyme on a positive note, I saw you fucking yesterday - with a billy goat! Hahahahaha sucker!
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Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Slim..pickens! (a thank you very a much)
I said a hip hop a hippin' and a hoppin' and a down start boppin' to the beat! Masta junkies in da house! Masta junkies in the house so put your hands in the air and wave em like you just don't care that's right fool don't be tripping 'bout my old school I'm getting the crowd goin' getting the juices flowing 'cause it's time to end this shit I haven't heard a rhyme that's worth a dime from your mouth cause Masta only saw some spit Slim Tricky's back in town Slim Tricky's back in town everyone knows he is a clown yo where's the circus at don't lie to the kids just becuase you're a fat twat with a funny hat that smells like a rat that just shat cause i'm not here to chit chat i'll take out my bat and wack it on your head splat! cause i'm a fucking hellcat the fury and you're not all that you're a hall mat to be stepped on flat splattely-splat splat haha! you're not ready for combat you're a punk a fucking brat so please just get out of here scram run beat it...stat! you're fat and boring like Hitchcock - "gooood evening" NO! good bye nice try get out of here before you die you look like a pig and smell like a pig sty I'll strangle you like in Frenzy with my neck tie (haha I already know your reply) what's that little Tricky hmm your throats dry? you look a little pale are you gonna cry? want your mama and dance the polka? the rumba? BANZAI!
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Lord of rhymes king of all times - SLIM TRICKY in da house
I think it’s about time to bust some rhymes, while you’re in a basement sniffing terpentine, you stick your dick in an electrical socket, I’ll pull out my gun and cock it, ka-pow ka-pow ka-blam, now it’s on motherfucker let’s go goddamn, you’re not the smartest nor the brightest, Pamela Anderson sucked your dick now you got hepatitis, but I’m not here to cock block you, cuz you’re as confused as Kid Rock dude, when asked what you’d like to do as a career, you answered ”bum” instead of ”millionaire”, you’re about as fucked up as Kevin Spacey in Seven, your crazy as a terrorist on nine eleven, you’re going down get ready to crash, you’ll be yesterdays diapers thrown in the trash, I’ma ’bout to bust ya with some old school beats, just like in Rocky five I’ll take it to the streets, got Beyonce by my side, down the boulevard I stride, I jump into my ride while this I do confide, I’ll leave you in my dust, you’re like an old car full of rust, you ain’t got nobody’s trust, I eat the pie you get the crust, now go get yourself a toothless hobo, all the fantasies you have are of you being homo, that’s why you’re so obsessed with my enormous dick, poking your ass at it hoping it will stick, all you will get in your behind is a mighty kick, laying in the gutter you’ll have wounds to lick, you call me jackass it should be Slim Knoxoutville, I’ll knock you the fuck out it’ll be a thrill, I’m excited by the thought of all your blood I’ll spill, I’ll send you to the dentist you can send me the bill, so let’s start rhyming with some slick timing I’ll be defining as the sun I’m shining you’re scared and hiding man I’m frightening I’ll be guiding you to retiring, so what do you say Masta J, you can wave your nine I’ll pull out my AK, say bye-bye I laugh you cry and while I laugh you die, we’re back at the begininng doing it again, ka-pow ka-blam goodbye my friend, but no no no stop for a minute, it ain’t over yet I’m just beginning it, so step in the ring it’s a boxing match, off with the gloves like Brad Pitt in Snatch, I’ll make your head spin I’m the hurricane, Denzel dances on your grave while you wallow in pain, I’m faster than Ali got more punch than Will Smith, I’ll knock you out to pieces bit by motherfucking bit, you’re like that funny looking guy in the movie Fargo, I’ll punch you out just like Rocky did with Drago, you’re cinderella and I am the man, you hide ’neath the skirt of your old nan, you try to brag saying you’re number one, but just like Marshall I dub you pac none, you getting tired yet cuz I’m just started, I’m arriving and you’ve departed, so I’m hanging in the hills with Leo and Jack, you’re down on the corner trying to score some crack, you know I’m really ’bout to give you a smack, straight in ya face make ya fall on ya back, maybe take my time to kick ya in your nutsack, then I’ll fuck a girl with a really nice rack, you’re the follower I’m the leader of the pack, I got all the rhyming skills that you lack, you’re on the defense I’m on the attack, when it comes to rhymes you’re a bitch ass hack, my skills they thrill people to say my shit is wack, got my rhyming diploma on a golden plaque, you’re stranger than fiction but I ain’t no stranger to fact, you’re an alien I kill you like the men in black, you’re trying to be tough but it’s all an act, shit they might even give ya an Oscar for that, my piles of dollar bills are highly stacked, I might throw you a dollar just to cut ya some slack, your loss is my aphrodisiac, so here it comes in the words of Bernie Mac, you sonomabitch!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Where's my (motherfucking) trophy Chubby Tricky?
This means war and you know what it's good for absolutely nothing as the boss I shoot and I score, Tricky ooooh you so scaryyyyy but I don't caaaary where's your nannyyyyy hey everybody! Trickys the dumbest fuck in history he's a fairy! tryin´to get me all excited bout you slammin´my sister ha! look in my eyes mister I already dissed her, now let's get serious for a minute jesus you're so crazy you chew the carpet you're not even from this planet you call me a midget I call you a maggot a faggot a piglet in drag yeah a real fag a homo schlomo a toothless no brain inbred playing the banjo, ain't gonna lie to you jack around you I get nervous I hide my anus cause who knows your madness maybe you're not dickless but it's aimed at my backside I try to run and hide cause you want to stick it in my bee-hind, I'll fuck you up anywhere anytime any place cause you're a fucking discrace of the human race, it's time to set you straight bring out the hate punch you in the prostate man what a primate! I love the smell of napalm in the mornin´so I shoot and I score again, My name is Masta Junkie and i'm number one wanna have some fun? bring it on better put on your apron cause it's gonna get messy moron, I hope you have a button that says off so I can push it and go and read Chekov or somethin' cause you're even more boring you're like a book that makes me fall asleep hear me snooring, hope you have something more than the last crap cause i'm about to take a nap so if you've got somethin' bring it asap! I've got better things to do than battling your ass cause you're a fucking jackass and all you do is harass me and all you do is annoy me so I have been sent here to destroy you, my bum is on your lips my bum is on your lips off course it is like Marshall says you're not worth the piss. So go play with your little dick or a broomstick or whatever you do that makes everyone sick cause I'm outta here! I have Obi-WON this motherfucker! Out!
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