Jackson G. Tickle Enterprises Presents…Panama’s Propositions

Uncategorized03 Oct 2005 01:03 am

First Annual But Potentially Monthly or Ever Few Months JGT Enteprises Wax On Rap Off

Come on come all and welcome to that spot where that good hot shit is about to go down. It’s a celebration bitches.

And I’m Panama Jackson…the coolest cat on two legs. Simon Sez…Amen.

Today at JGT Enterprises we’d like to bring the inner rapper out of everybody and get folks to chuckin’ rhymes and shit. That’s just what we do. We’re in the business of having fun around here so let’s get it like G. Dep and Diddy were doing. And remember, no rhyme is so bad that it shouldn’t be shared…once again, reference Diddy.

The only ground rule is not to take shit personal. If you do, that’s your ass and truthfully, I’m sure most folks won’t give a shit. Some people have already kicked it off on Friday because they were clearly chomping at the bit to get things started.

You see…folks are hungry…STARVING…to let their inner LL out. Like black cheerleaders from Compton, you better bring it!

So, without further adieu, welcome to:

The First Annual But Potentially Monthly or Ever Few Months JGT Enteprises Wax On Rap Off!

Let the games begin!

(And by the way, I have no idea where I’m going with this or how or when it will ever end. All I know is it takes YOU to come through and make that change that Michael Jackson was talking about. You…can do it!)

Panama’s Inaugural Verse:

I��m finna kick of the festivities so first off fuck you
Up in Jackson G. Tickle, that��s just how we do
Ain��t nobody as hot as me, hell y��all ain��t as cold either
If you think you are just go die, but it��s good to be a believer!

Up here to challenge Panama AKA Petey Jakes
It��s okay, I know you just want to hear what I’m gonna say
Fact of the matter is, I��m badder than Michael Jackson is
In a room full of 3 year old kids, drinkin�� Thug Passion

Askin�� what��s Happenin�� you niggas are just Reruns
Discussing shit I been bloggin�� bout ever since I first begun
Yeah I took it to bloggin�� cuz I��m joggin�� this whole shit
It ain��t that I can��t stop, it��s just that I won��t quit

Y��all had some cute punchlines yeah that��s all cool
That shit goes down quickly ask Canibus�ĶCani-who??
I��m not simply amazing just cuz I��m the damn man
It��s more because all y��all niggas can��t do half of what I can

To that built from wax nigga, you��re melting give it up
Monk, dog chemistry? I��M the AU child, look it up
J.H. you��re rhyme was cool, I��m willing to admit
Only problem is you��re a small fish up in this giant establishment

People, y��all need to quit I��m like the government you can��t run
Droppin�� shitty lyrics, yall folks had me like ho-hum
Yall sound like Diddy, um, that��s not a compliment
I��m gonna take a break here, so feel free to repent…

Chuuuch!

*****

And so it begins.

105 Responses to “First Annual But Potentially Monthly or Ever Few Months JGT Enteprises Wax On Rap Off”

on 03 Oct 2005 at 11:24 am Wise Diva

Wise Diva crip walks up to Panama��s blog..(a ala Diggs style)

*ahem*

I got the best head game/
That will bring me fame/
It ain’t mouth huggin,/
yeah I see you muggin/

Ya put that dick on a platter/
tryna get at her/
Betta check whats inside/
see if she got pride/

Ya put lust before love/
then ya reach for the glove/
peep her other head game/
and see whose lame/

now I aint knockin chicks/
cuz they suckin on dicks/
when she doin it and doin it and doin it well/
if she got nuthin else/you can always tell

see my real skills lie within my grey matter/
got those fucked up myths that im tryna shatter/

gonna work my head game to elevate our worlds/
the head game I got won��t cop me those pearls/

head game is next level/
no deals with the devil/
just dealin real life/
like a desperate housewife/

gonna hustle my brain to make ends meet/
turn niggaz heads rollin down the street/

Wanna reel you in/ with the words that I spin/
Be the chick u diggin/ not some hoe that ya iggin/
Ain��t tryna smash/to get your cash

my head game gets tighter/
not as a dyck ryder/
you won��t even pretend
cuz im like a prize u win

have ya screamin my name
cuz im that type of dame

you aint ready for this
you just ready to hit

ill leave you gaspin for air
with my diva flare
you��ll be callin my name
better state your claim
for this head game

I’ll show u my substance,
Then we share our souls
Have u mad at the time
You wasted on hoes

(Ummm yea, that sounded a lot hotter at 2 this morning , but umm Thank you!…it was fun!)

* Wise Diva crip walks off stage*
on 03 Oct 2005 at 11:56 am Jarrod Halsey

Ain’t a game no more. This one’s not off the top…

I hear cats rhyme, And ya ass can’t be serious/
You wack two times, like the Fast and the Furious/
The chicks that I pimp is myriad/
And I got a dirty flow like a gonorrhea chick
on her period/
I put up numbers night to night/
And you like Darius Rice/
You got potential, but you’ll never be nice/
RIGHT/
I got more cheese than mice/
And you miss Captain Morgan,
Cause ya bars need some spice/
Shake ‘em up and roll the dice/
And you know you can’t afford it,
When yo ass need to know the price/
AIGHT/
You don’t want beef, so settle it/
I hold more metal than the
periodic table of elements/
The money you report’s irrlevant/
I’ll take ya cash legally,
We won’t need a in-court settlement/
Combine the subject verb and predicate/
And throw them in the wash with my drawers,
Cause ya words is delicate/
Yeah Yeah, You need ghost writing/
And I’m always on ya girl
Like her low rise jeans/
BITCHES!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 12:55 pm Panama

Because I like having fun, this one is for the Wise Diva…and by the way, ain’t no crip walkin’ over here on this side. You betta know dat!

I love hoes worlds near and far/
Tracy Chapman picks them up in her fast car/
wasted time never its all a new experience/
from the 20 dollar hoes to the ones for 50 cents

from peg legged Brenda who limps oh so sexxy/
to Tracy and Lexi who jumps rope on my testes/
and bless me, but Chelsea, that girl makes me sneeze/
girl always scratching my nose when she drops to her knees

can’t forget my girl Pepper she’s ever so spicy/
and Becky is ever so good at enticing/
the make sure I get prefered pricing, I never pay much/
Unless we go hiking outside where the door hits them on the butt

Wasting time on these hoes can never be done/
especially when they always call before they come/
like nuns on the run they’re great in flicks/
Holla at Xquizzyt’s site for why I’m on that legal shit!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 1:37 pm Diggs

Y won’t this spot let me comment!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 1:49 pm Panama

Diggs…I have no idea, but if I had to give a guess, I’d say its because the Internet doesn’t care about black people.
on 03 Oct 2005 at 1:51 pm Diggs

Oh, aiight…

**Tap, tap** Is this thing on…
on 03 Oct 2005 at 1:57 pm Wise Diva

ROTFLMAO @ Panama!!! ai’ght playa..touche’

and I ain’t fuckin with you or X… NO more at work, dammit! my co-irkers think I am a crackhead!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 2:04 pm Xquizzyt1

Xquizzyt1��s here to set the record straight/
On these tricks on my site always trying to hate/
Raised in the Bronx but born in Bed Stuy/
Not above giving a bitch a black eye/

Even though I��m married and I��m not dating/
Mark azz bitches still on my site hating/
Fake ass hating bitches, I don��t I resent/
I take hating as a compliment/

Not surprising that you find my style so damn upsetting/
Enough to have tricks AND their men sweating/
Smart, sexy, and PRETTY it��s true/
Like Kim said, if I was you, I��d hate me too /

Never will I sweat a muthafucka that don��t feed me/
Talking shit behind my back and yet daily, you read me/
Hope you know this is for you, you mark ass trick/
Stop talking shit about me and get off my dick/

I hope no one took this shit for more than being satirical/
Cuz X prefers to make her beefs physical, not lyrical/
But if you read this shit and some of it rang true/
Got you wondering if this shit was really all about you/
Instead of sitting there wondering what the fuck you should do/
Just shut the fuck up and wear the fucking shoe.

*bows* LOL

Not surprising that you find my style so damn upsetting
Enough to have tricks AND their men sweating
Smart, sexy, and PRETTY it��s true
Like Kim said, if I was you, I��d hate me too

Never will I sweat a muthaf*cka that don��t feed me,
Talking shit behind my back and yet daily, you still read me
Hope you know this is for you, you mark ass trick
Stop talking shit about me and get off my dick

I hope no one took this shit for more than being satirical
Cuz X prefers to make her beefs physical, not lyrical
But if you read this shit and some of it rang true
Then shut the fuck up and just wear the fucking shoe.
on 03 Oct 2005 at 2:07 pm Xquizzyt1

Dammit… erase that draft at the bottom when you get a chance. LOL Fucking up all my street cred and shit. LOL LMAO
on 03 Oct 2005 at 2:17 pm Panama

My good homey Jarrod, this goes out to you…and you…this goes out to you…

So you droppin’ written shit at a freestyle battle/
Suppose if I wrote wack shit I’d probably have to/
Fortunate I take shit to the max well goodly/
While you droppin’ shit I could have wrote back in Kindergarten Buuuuuuuuuudy

you lucky I like you as to not get to obliterating/
for you uneducated fucks out there that means I won’t be breaking/
shit down for this clown who thinks they can spit/
Boy you’re on FIRE, be ready to be extinguished

I see X joined the battle got her Carly Simon on/
like California Jamaicans, that was totally gnarly mon/
don’t know who she’s addressing hope they learned their lesson/
seems they need a blessing, Chuuch, 7 and a Crescent

I’m having fun with this its curing my boredom/
i should be working but I really don’t my destroyin/
for everybody watching and laughing at what they see/
welcome, shit, or shall i say howdy doody
on 03 Oct 2005 at 2:22 pm Diggs

Pimps, niggas, hustlas, bitches, and hoes/
I’m out that Boot Camp Clique/
Curlin’ your toes.
So activate your own jheri(s)/
And take off your clothes/
Then perm out those played p*ssies that rock afros.

I’m the originator…just call me The Law/
Ya better ask somebody…best yet, ask ya Paw.
Like ODB, R.I.P., “Oh Baby, I like it raw,”
And when I flow, it’s like cum/
Catchin’ it in your jaw.
(And my blog got you hollerin’ “Babygirl, Whoo-sah!”)

So, you wondering, “How’s it?”
Well I’ll tell you, “Now sit…”
I boggle ya mind and ya dick, I arouse it.
My blog, ya browse it…then ya trou(s) they unzip/
Tell ya girl, “Don’t hate the player, hate the one that avows it.”
While you Arruh(s) jack off, fukkin’ young tits “Trapped In the Closet”s/
I only stimulate my clit with big fukkin’ deposits.

So behold my voodoo/
And let it do what it do.
Yo, can I kick it?
And let your crew say, TRUE!
Don’t believe what I say?
Even though I quoted Ray/
Then ask this bitch sweating me/
From miles away.

**Drops mic, grabs imaginary nuts, leans to the left in “Smooth Criminal” Michael-Jackson-like fashion, poses for pictures, signs autographs, and exits stage left**
on 03 Oct 2005 at 2:45 pm Wise Diva

aww yea, aww yea
diggs blew up the spot
with dope rhymes that she got
X put her shit down
for the fake ass clowns
the bloggin queen bees
showin up in threes

we take our applause
we down for the cause
dont bring no drama
cuz will talk bout yo mama
you can’t fuck with our style
you can’t wreck our flow
dont be mad that we handle our biz
while swallowin that jiz

*pounds fists with X & Diggs*
*winks @ Panama*
*peeking around for Beloved* (where ya at?!)
on 03 Oct 2005 at 2:46 pm Wise Diva

oh damn, i meant:
while YOU swallowin that jiz

please excuse my fast typin, LOL and X is CLEARLY contagious!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 2:51 pm Panama Muhf****n'

Well look who done stepped in trying to steal my damn shine/
grab your solja rag nigga, it’s about game time/
gonna step on my stage and move my crowd?/
somebody done told you wrong, I shall break it down now/

You got that voodoo? You made a booboo, your shit was doodoo/
Spray your ass with some Bactine after this whippin have you sayin’ Ooo Oooo/
Must have ate some cocoa puffs cuz you’re acting real coo coo/
come thru here again talkin’ that yak i’ll jack your tu-tu

I’m running the East Coast like Diddy and Carl Lewis/
I’d be running the south too but I passed the baton to/
my folks on MLK on the Westside of the ATL/
baggin’ bodies from Ben Hill to one of them villes near Snell

In fact I’m a king like TI before jail/
doing what I do so gotdamn well/
i’m so gully I never tie up my Timbalands/
for all you wack asses your success-less with no wins

*grabbing my real nuts, leaning back like Fat Joe and them did last summer, standing upright, hitting a Michael Jackson leg kick, then exiting stage front*
on 03 Oct 2005 at 2:52 pm Diggs

Cuz, I was about to say, “Who told u I swallowed jiz?” LOL
on 03 Oct 2005 at 2:56 pm Wise Diva

I am MAD at that Bactine line, damn! LOL

LMAO @ Diggs!! my fault dawg, damn..that was a BAAAD slip up, ha! *no comment*
on 03 Oct 2005 at 2:56 pm Panama

And I was just gonna say, “Really???!?!?!”
on 03 Oct 2005 at 3:04 pm Panama MFN

This is fun…*ahem*

the bloggin’ queen bees? nigga please
you must be smookin/
you need to tell me where you get that good shit/
it must have you chokin’

can’t nobody hold it down better than Panama in his prime/
fuck it Panama’s speaking in third person for the rest of this rhyme/
the last person that didn’t want no drama got beat down by K-Ci/
and I ain’t talking the sunshine band/
more like of the band that had you feenin’

you must be califonia dreamin’ livin’ that hollywood life/
thinking anybody can out last Panama/he’s Duracell you’re cheap ass alkalines/
he took it to second person, he’s just that versatile/
breakin’ shit down like neutrons and Wild Style

I’m gonna Stephen King y’all asses and make you walk the green mile/
if you don’t like it oh well shut the fuck up have a coke and smile/
think I can be beat, homey you’re in denial/
cuz its back to first person, I’m that nigga, Lord So Sexxy Up On High
on 03 Oct 2005 at 3:17 pm Wise Diva

there YOU go..LOL…ai’ght:

Check this cat Panama
Swingin on his own sack
Brutha you best back it up
Before we call you wack

You say you got style
You say you the shit
Where the hell is the proof
Are you really legit?

Bitches must gas you up
On a regular basis
believe what they say
gonna be egg on they faces
on 03 Oct 2005 at 3:25 pm Panama MFN AKA Mr. Pimpnificent

To the Wise one:

Don’t act like you don’t know I’m just that damn fly/
Hell, you know the eternal question, why ask why?/
You know how I get down if you don’t here’s a refresher/
I’m the muhfuckin’ man, now leave the money on the dresser

I specialize in pleasure, im kind of a buried treasure/
you go digging long enough you’ll find something special/
Since I’m a thriving business man, they call me the boss/
So I’ll get off my own sack, soon as everybody else gets off

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!

*drops mic and stomps feet while yelling “sexual chocolate”*
on 03 Oct 2005 at 3:26 pm Brown Sugar

Freestyle Monday…

*bobbing head and rocking to da beat*

Fuck yeah!!! (that’s for your X)

Unh…unh….unh….

*running out of time*

Buzzer…

Damn I ran out of time trying to get my rhyme together. LOL
I’ll be back. I obviously wasn’t prepared. LOL I just wanted to bless the mic…real quick. *smile*
How about I just be the producer, engineer er whatever and come with the beats and shit. Jackin for beats….*smile*
on 03 Oct 2005 at 3:33 pm Panama

Brown Sugar don’t want it with P-Hov, ask Wise Diva she don’t want it with P-Hov…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
on 03 Oct 2005 at 3:36 pm Xquizzyt1

You’re used to getting that ego stroked a little too much
So X gotta jump in here like double dutch
Mad that first you had my back but now you on some new shit
Stepping to these women like you really wanna do shit
Got us looking at you on some ��damn, I thought you knew�� shit
Hitting your site up with some Bronx and Brooklyn Zoo shit

Some hate me, some love me, idolize me, or fear me
When asked if I��m worthy, I will reply ��CLEARLY��
Please believe X��s bite is much worse than her bark
Whip yo�� ass while steady sipping Maker��s Mark

Hate to let you know this battle��s not even much of a challenge,
Letting women come up on your own shit doing damage
Rolling up on us testing our dominion
Stepping out your boundaries offering up your opinion
Simmer down and don��t get beside yourself son�Ķ
Opinions are like assholes, everybody has one.
on 03 Oct 2005 at 3:36 pm Wise Diva

it aint no act
simply statin a fact
the pleasure you boast
get bitches dry as toast

Gots no time for shoveling
For the shit that is buried
Bet the shit comes up short
Like yo ass is married

You say it��s a treasure
How much is it worth
Yo shit cant reach Niagra
bet you need viagra

(NOW, what chump !! say sumthin else…baring it!)
on 03 Oct 2005 at 3:42 pm Xquizzyt1

ROLFMAO at the OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!! LOL
on 03 Oct 2005 at 3:43 pm builtfromwax

*ahem*

verse 2, rollin’ wif dat SE crew
builtfromwax comin’ back fo’ you know who
yeah its true, you probably the muhffuckin’ man
but take my nuts out ya mouth and don’t touch ‘em again

your style ain’t free, you couldn’t give it away
i’m makin’ moves to get with Free, while you a groupie for AJ
and here i thought you’d be a worthy opponent
i can help you with your life long dream of wantin’ to be homeless

given away spare change, nigga please…get a job
50 cent couldn’t teach your lame ass how to rob
what’s the problem? my bad, don’t mean to cause you no stress
can’t afford my shoes? then you need to Payless

attention to the mirror and focus on makin’ green
my knots fatter than stomachs full of frappuccino blended cremes
but i’m lactose intolerant, the flow…i’m not stoppin’ it
you at the bottom of my toilet and i just shitted all over it
on 03 Oct 2005 at 4:30 pm Panama AKA Dat Nigga Pan

X you’re my folk but it’s time to destroy/
my dopeness is crack, girl I’ll have you sayin’ “oh boy”/
claiming that this battle ain’t much of a challenge/
You’re shit’s going down faster than that nigga Richie Valens

Whippin’ my ass, oh shit, you must be dreamin’/
you wasn’t sippin Makers Mark, you were gone off that tequila/
delusions of granduer it’s a shame when that happens/
talk a little more shit and I’ll just commence to slappin’

to the Diva of all Diva’s you know I got love/
then again so did OJ, hey, try on this glove/
see it really is no challenge when you’re bringing the ruckus/
mostly that’s cuz you don’t…ha ha, try again sucka/

to that candle ass nigga, dog what was you saying/
gave me props in your diss, preciate it, thanks for playing/
I do this cuz I’m good at it, not cuz I need to/
Panama Muhfuckin’, signing autographs for you to cling to
on 03 Oct 2005 at 4:32 pm Monk

Guess who’s bizzack? Okay. I have to vent / Make my presence felt in JGT’s establishment / Bust a rap or two, cuz I ain’t got crap to do / Just wait for you to say sumthin’ funny so I can laugh at you / Here’s a little ��motivation�� so you can get on your job / Watch me as I grip my nuts and talk shit on your blog / Who this nigga think he is talkin’ bout pimpin’ hoes? / Must be them crackheads you used to fuck with on Simpson Rd.
on 03 Oct 2005 at 4:36 pm Monk

…continued

I crush your whole shit and leave you flat on yo fanny / Cause your flows even wacker than BET’s programming / Monk’s right here in your home, puttin’ fear in your dome / You need to stick to writin’ blogs and leave the lyrics alone!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 4:43 pm Diggs

Back off, Panama, leave the game to the pros.
And yo wack-ass lyrics, spit ‘em out to the hoes.
Me, steal YO shine? Are u outta your mind?
Well headline, nigga, that bitch has ALWAYS been mine!

As for your Dr. Seuss riddles,
You must be smokin�� trees,
��Me-So-Sexy�� rubbin�� his nipples, shit, nigga please.

And your style, ooo child, your perception is wild.
Miss the sign, ��Next good flow, 100 miles��?
Your lyrics, you screw ‘em up,
My dog, he threw ‘em up,
Your lady, who gives a fukk?
And ya blog…I blew it up!

Yo, I stick to the facts, so get off of my clit,
Just call me Ex-Lax, ��cuz boo, I BRING this shit.
Can you be beat? Let��s seat the king of defeat.
Oh my bad, you��re too busy sweatin��and beatin�� ya own meat.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH SHIT, THAT WAS IT!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 4:49 pm Panama AKA The Monastery

Monk welcome back…

Welcome bizzack homie thought you ran scared/
After mentioning Oxygen, I’d just quit while I was ahead/
Crackheads on Simpson Road, boy you oughtta quit/
Say a little prayer, Monk, whilst I take over the pulpit

See the problem with you niggas is you think you got talent/
The problem with that thinking is, son you just don’t have it/
The problem with just not having it, is that you try to share it anyway/
The problem with sharing your fuckups is that I have to kill you again today

I’d like to say it ain’t, but crushing you is fun/
then I just two step away, diddy dum diddy dum/
i’m plum smooth and yeah you come here for laughs/
but you also come back son, I’m trying help you learn, grad

Maybe I need to give up rapping, I know I ain’t Jay/
luckily, you suck more ass than Lil Kim will on her last day/
see as long as your my comp there’s no reason to just up and quit/
It’s why I’m the HNIC, but you may call me “The Shit”
on 03 Oct 2005 at 4:52 pm Panama

@Diggs: This line right here had me FUCKIN’ DYING!!!!!

“And your style, ooo child, your perception is wild.
Miss the sign, ��Next good flow, 100 miles��?”

boy…if I wasn’t the muhfuckin’ King, I might have to quit after that one. Luckily, I’m Panama, I’m sexxy, and I’m better than you!

Woosah nigga, woosah.
on 03 Oct 2005 at 4:55 pm Wise Diva

*Wise Diva takes the whip from Diggs & X*

Ladies, let’s retire our black dominatrix outfits for another time. Our work here is done.

Thankyou!!!!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 4:57 pm Diggs

LOL…there’s always a compliment before a comeback and I’m waitin’.
on 03 Oct 2005 at 5:00 pm Xquizzyt1

@Diggs… Girl you kilt it!!! I ain’t coming back after that shit. LOL
on 03 Oct 2005 at 5:04 pm Panama

You think you’ve got skillz, sorry Boo, you’re mistaken/
Wanna be a lyricist, sorry Boo, the job’s taken/
Are you phasing the kid, sorry dahling, not one ounce/
Are you a shitty rapper though? No Digg-ety, no doubt

See, I’ve been benevolent and gratuitous to no end/
While you alzheimers ass rappers seem to have forgotten your depends/
You folks make for good television, like Fresh Prince and 90210
but if you’re ass don’t start acting right, I’m gonna cancel your show

If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn’t get me inspired/
and all them crap ass references to shit need to be retired/
I been letting yall know not to fuck with me indeed/
Oh yeah, y’all fuckers like Fantasia, can hear, just can’t read
on 03 Oct 2005 at 5:06 pm Diggs

LMAO…this shit was fun.

**Nods at X and Wise for representin’**
on 03 Oct 2005 at 5:19 pm Diggs

Oh shit, that snuck up on me…No Digg-ety, no doubt…aiight, I got somethin’ for that ass.
on 03 Oct 2005 at 5:21 pm Monk

You stroke your ego too hard, givin’ yourself a blow job / How you got the wackest flow on your own damn blog? / Got your ass beat by 3 girls and even Jarrod / HNIC? What’s that? Hoe-ass Nitwit In Charge / These are just warning shots, stay the fuck outta dodge / Let real rappers be rappers, go make another list of your favorite songs / Stay in ya lane, young mane, do one your CD reviews / Before I have give yo’ ass the REAL insensitive news!!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 5:34 pm Xquizzyt1

Look at Panama in here talking smack�Ķ
Good thing Diggs and Wise Diva have got my back.
Diva been in that ass since 11 this morning
Your corny ass responses got me sitting here yawning
Pinching myself trying to stay awake,
��til Diggs came and put the icing on that cake
Rhymes so dry they made me thirsty, so I��m grabbing a beer,
Pour some out for my girl Beloved, ��cause she couldn��t be here
Imma do like Eminem and start cleaning out my closet
Don��t leave MY money on the dresser nigga, I got direct deposit

I��m OUT Bitches!!! =)))

Damn that was fun�Ķ regardless of how wack I was. LOL
on 03 Oct 2005 at 5:44 pm Diggs

Yo shit was ALMOST fiyah, silly wabbit, suckin�� dicks is for tricks.
But you went out like Mariah, savin�� niggas for remix.
At the best I can stammer, you get two snaps and a kiss,
As in kiss my ass, Hammer, cuz�� yo rhymes can��t touch this.
(Let the crowd say, ��Yo, you��ve been dismissed��)

Did you hear the crowd give a shout, you think I have no clout.
I��m lettin�� ya daddy spout, Yo Digg-ety, no doubt!
Let me not speak on your Paw, he was just a one night pal.
And just like Panama, I��m all up in yo canal.

Ha, 90210? Cancel MY muhfuggin�� show?
I��m just glad you know your numbas, ��cuz yo ass is slow.
I swing like that comblinasian and that nonsense you muttered,
Mayne, fukk a Fantasia, I��m as big as Rueben Studdard.
on 03 Oct 2005 at 5:46 pm Diggs

@ X: LMAO…Yo, why did that direct deposit line have me rollin’?
on 03 Oct 2005 at 5:56 pm Xquizzyt1

ROFLMAO… ummm YO’ shit is off the chain… Ruben Studdard had ME dying. LOL =))) That was soooo.damn.fun!!! =))
on 03 Oct 2005 at 6:41 pm Panama AKA Mr. Pimpnificent

Coming from the blogless wonder I’m impressed
wackest flow on my blog, surely nigga you jest
in fact I do this the best without worry or stress
the last nigga that questioned my ability was laid to rest

but Jah bless, the Monk has spoken for all to hear
rah rah cheer cheer, nigga I ain’t afeared
in fact your whole career as a rapper is in arrears
I’ll give you a few seconds to look it up, i’ll be right here

y’all niggas don’t seem to get it, champs never go down
i get parades downtown while you standing around with frowns
clowns look around i’ll be the last man to stand
while Monk, Diggs, X, and Wise are just trying to make the band…Jam.

Truly I’d be a fan of all your lyrical exploits
except you all suck, in fact case in point
Diggs, you sure you want to be as big as big Rube?
Hell, his career was like his hit, Sorry, you boob

X, I don’t even need to go there, youre name just says it all
get out of line a little too much, need I say Audobon?
what y’all don’t seem to get is that I’m a king amongst kings
Muhammad Ali, y’all fuckers get out the ring
on 03 Oct 2005 at 7:10 pm Jia

*looks around room like its her first day of school, hoping someone will ask her to play*
on 03 Oct 2005 at 7:17 pm Jarrod Halsey

Damn, ya’ll shouldn’t have let me heat up….

Imma private school cat, never been a criminal/
And never been the type to keep shit sublimal/
You got three girls on ya sack and dick/
It don��t cover for the fact
that you wack as shit/
I see Monk got light bars/
But I��ll put him on blast like Sting CDs
Bumpin in white cars/
Dog, my skills is max/
So I bring the heat and see ya ass melt,
If you Built From Wax/
See me, I��m built from stacks/
And sixteens come easy like sophomores
On R. Kelly tracks/
DAMN
No don��t need no play back/
I shock myself and be like
��Damn! Did I just say that?��/
From now on freestyles is spitten/
Yours suck, so I��ll even the field,
And allow you a written/
And the chicks only get a bar/
That��s the one between my legs,
Down ya throat, let��s see how far/

EARLY!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 7:32 pm Brown Sugar

No he didn’t say “EARLY!” LOL Alright Freeway!!!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 7:38 pm Xquizzyt1

Jia, I told yo’ ass to get in here… LOL
on 03 Oct 2005 at 7:59 pm Golden

Ya’ll some talented hilarious mofos! This shit was off da damn chain!

Thanks for the after work laugh.
on 03 Oct 2005 at 8:10 pm Diggs

Wanna make the band, damn, where��s my cheesecake mayne,
Then I might think again, fan, have you hold my hand.
To the weakest link, bye-bye, too much mention of Diddy.
You? The Most High, naw, more like Farnsworth Bentley.

The size of a bollard? J-Dog��s bar underneath,
Thought it��d reach my back molar, but just tapped my front teeth.
Money for THAT line, don��t quit your day job, dude.
You��d hold a cardboard sign, ��Will wack-ass rhyme for food.��

Pattin�� em, don��t cry, ya��ll niggas a trip.
While I��ll be goin�� platinum, yo shit will go paper clip.
To congratulate you, I got these two big muthaphucks,
You aching to know who? **Ding Dong** Welcome, Deeez Nuttz!!!
on 03 Oct 2005 at 9:09 pm dyoung

some decent stuff here….gonna warm up a bit with something short…

yo…
yall dudes is real lame, yall should understand/
the only time yall rip mics is when yall fuckin a man/
and im calling yall broads too, with yall wack blogs/
the only “spot” you’ll ever see is when i shoot off my hog/
that nasty ass pittsburgh kid with glasses/
with a weakness for asses thicker than molasses/
so log that in your entries, maybe link me/
cause yall niggas aint doing shit, like sex with a pinky/
on 04 Oct 2005 at 12:34 am Aries

how in da fukk did I miss this Freestyle Monday?!! Diggs, X and Mr Sexxy, ya’ll asses got me over here DYIN!!! Good shit, good shit…..
on 04 Oct 2005 at 1:13 am builtfromwax

*ahem*

i got dudes sayin’ my name like i’m Destiny’s Child
you need heat to melt wax and y’all just too mild
wow, can’t keep my name out your mouth’
follow these instruction for me, swallow or spit it out

but i just can’t quite figure out why y’all fussin’ at me
i’m about givin’ Diggs the jiz in her mouth like that dude Akinyele
Diva’s lines had no point, Xquizzt’s barbs were just too plain
never been a N.E.R.D, but i love brain like Fraiser Crain

skillz, y’all ain’t got ‘em…don’t even try it with me
y’all at the end of the bench waitin’ to sub in for Amerie
i don’t beef with heffas, i grab bulls by they horns
no more warning shots here, its time to get it on

raise the stakes up a bit and make the game a lil’ harder
you too stupid and can’t quit like Roy Jones fightin’ Tarver
why bother when you know the outcome’s been determined
y’all need to give it up ‘cuz this rap shit ain’t workin’
on 04 Oct 2005 at 6:57 am Brutha Code

Brutha Code in this bitch with a crunk ass rhyme/
I apologize fa bein’ late, I’m on Xquizzyt time/
But I’m here now, so lets set da record straight/
Brutha Code fucks… ya’ll just masterbate/
Strokin your own clits, egos, titties and dicks/
Like the Tootsie Roll Owl, I kill ya in 3 licks/
Lick 1/
Don’t start fuckin talking ’til I’m done/
I’m like Pac-Man with power pellets, you know the game is won/
Lick 2/
Ya’ll niggas gayer than a day at the zoo/
And like Spandau Ballet, ya know da shit is true/
Lick 3/
Who told you ya’ll could fuck with BC?/
The same nigga who took his dick to Judge Judy/
So just call me Della Reese and ya’ll Arsenio/
Cuz I killed ya’ll niggas… you only shot my pinky toe
on 04 Oct 2005 at 7:52 am Diggs

Awww shit, I just woke up and BC finally stepped up in this joint.

**crackin’ knuckles**

Day 2, niggas, Day 2
on 04 Oct 2005 at 8:19 am Xquizzyt1

OH HELL NO!!! That muhfukka did NOT come up in here FINALLY and then talk shit about MY punctuality issues!!! *falling out laughing* Yes Bitches… day 2… AS SOON AS I GET TO WORK!!!! Diggs… Diva… you ready??? Gimme an hour.
on 04 Oct 2005 at 8:59 am Wise Diva

**Wise zips up black dominatrix outfit, picks up whip**

Yea X..we ready..*ahem*

So here they come, the wack nigga brigade
Whut da fuck where u doin, tryna get laid
Panama sent a stress call like a scared lil punk
three chicks representin and his shit just stunk

now yall mufuckas calls us GIRLS again
we gonna show queen bees are in it to win
you lame, you late and your rhymes are ole
get the fuck outta here with tha shit u stole
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:05 am Diggs

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT, Wise!
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:08 am Diggs

Jarrod, this cat believes, did HE say that?
I think you quoted Lil Cease, nigga please, step back.
��Stead of bein�� in awe of that shit you sayin��
Bow down to The Law, sorry guy, thanks for playin��.

The Code talkin�� bout fuckin�� and how ya��ll masterbate,
I thought he and I were cuttin��, I entered the room too late.
Layin�� there on the bed, taco meat all curly,
Forget what Jarrod said, ��cuz yo shit was EARLY!

Builtfromwax couldn��t wax my ass with MY solja rag,
Sorry nigga, I��ll pass, I find impotence a drag.
Save your wack renditions, don��t try to step to me,
Their holdin�� auditions, back-up dancers for Ashanti.

The lung of Mr. Young, could it be, first initial, D
Callin�� out wack blogs, but niggas wonderin, ��Who��s HE?��
Stepped up on the spot just to increase his hits,
So you wanna be hot, link my muthaphukin�� tits.

Who��s back? You guessed it. Parental guidance suggested,
A night with the mic, got ya��ll feelin�� molested.
All ya��ll lyin�� on your d(s), when ya��ll up in my pubes.
These niggas bending THEIR knees, tongue-tying MY fallopian tubes.
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:30 am Panama

I see Stimpy, Tonto, Robin are back for another ride/
Diggs, Wise, and X, bridesmaids, never the bride/
Your rhymes remind me of times when Run DMC was hot/
your shit wouldn’t reach clasic if all of yall got shot

I’m glad to see that some more fellows entered the fray/
y’all been acting real pussy like these dames who came to play/
see BC, I think that you had your rhymes rehearsed/
you seem more like the kind who would have his religion reversed

chasing some ugly skirts for Sunshine and a bone/
you seem more like Cantone, breathe nigga, you’re almost gooone/
d.young, just go back home, coming with that wack shit/
where you learn to spit rhymes, go back to basketball practice

today I’m not askin’, I’m tellin’ you all to quit/
pussy please provide more powerful potent shit/
please I took some time off, hoping y’all would come back thorough/
and to the homie X, the Bronx is the wackest borough

Jarrod, I’m glad Diggs got into your unwitty ass/
where’s Monk when you need him, you two should hold hands/
trying the same horrible lines that I can’t rhyme/
when by the time you awaken from beddy bye I’ll be signed

to Def Jam, naw, I’m talking some different brass/
to sirs with love, I’ve signed up to whip your ass/
im teaching the class for you amateus asses to pass/
quit taking them sleeping pills, I ain’t whip you that bad
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:35 am Brutha Code

The girls ain’t runnin shit, and diva ain’t that wise/
I seen you at the club with your eyes on my prize/
So while you prayed for strength I placed my shit on your thighs/
And you know I’m packing Whoppers… except my shit’s super-sized/

And X talking ’bout I came up in the shit late/
Yet she STILL ain’t at work … and it’s 9:58/
But I’ll concede the body’s bangin, got me doing sordid sins/
Ass is so phat, it’s like her back’s expectin twins/

And Diggs please believe I don’t lie on the dizzle/
When I put it in your guts, your coochie lips will sizzle/
I’m the poster boy for fuckin, but my oral’s made to order/
This taco meat chest will have you runnin for the border
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:38 am Diggs

LMAO @ runnin’ for the border. Aiight yo…
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:40 am Brutha Code

Oh please Mr Tickle, the so-called oh-so-sexxy/
You’re Starks and I’m Jordan, dude, you can’t check me/
Actually, I’m Quick.. fuckin the shit outta Jasmine/
While you’re muthafuckin Bennie, a blind-ass has been/
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:51 am Monk

This dude’s really gassed up throwin’ rocks at the throne / Here blogger boy, take these here ��Shots To Your Dome�� / Now you’re on life support, I’m bout to pull the damn plug / Ain’t Panama the President of the Ray J Fan Club?!? / And he still claimin’ he’s sexxy? C’mon dawg / Chicks get turned off when they see the Ray J posters on your bedroom wall / Yeah I read your blog and all, but you’re still fallin’ dawg / Take a sip from this cocktail, nigga, it’s a molatov…
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:52 am Panama

A blind-ass has been, excuse me Mr. Ass-man/
writing a few checks your ass won’t be cashin’/
you know you could be Jordan, when he played with Wizards/
talkin’ all this mess, when you ain’t hit no twizzat!!!!

See, I’m more like Sugar Ray, runnin this whole shit/
it’s amazing I get referrals and I never even have to mention my dick/
that’s how hot I’m is, even speakign ebonics/ you be cookeded, I’se good lookded, dat’s all, so jes quit
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:53 am Monk

…continued

Blew up your spot, thinkin’ you were smooth but you’re not / And I don’t have to have a blog, I’ll still shoot up YOUR spot / You’re not the last man standin’, you don’t have the stamina / P.ussy A.ss N.igga A.lways M.akin’ an A.ss of himself–P.A.N.A.M.A!!
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:55 am Wise Diva

To Brutha Code:

Nigga please I was drunk and horny as hell
Yo shit aint that hot, as far as I can tell
And did you say Whoppers? As in the candy?
Mufucka please, yo dick is lame as Oh Mandy

My thighs felt M & M��s and I let out a laugh
X said sign you up to be on our staff
We’ll have u servin up O��s, suckin our toes and lickin the clit
You tried to hit on the strippers they say who those chicks u wit?
on 04 Oct 2005 at 9:56 am Diggs

Damn Monk, that last line…SHIT!
on 04 Oct 2005 at 10:00 am Wise Diva

ohhhhhhh!! MONK!

“P.ussy A.ss N.igga A.lways M.akin’ an A.ss of himself”

aww shit, I think I’m out!
on 04 Oct 2005 at 10:03 am Panama

Yeah I fuck with Ray J, he’s got more street cred than you/
he ran with Suge Knight, you run with the Lil Boys Blue/
molotav cocktail fool i see your colors true/
you fight from far away so nobody can see the bitch in yoo

I appreciate your subtle digs, but you should really try harder/
Diggs would murder your ass, fuck with her, not the Blogfather/
homey you’re pulling no plugs what the hell did you thunk/
practice the vow of silence since you ain’t sayin shit sir Monk
on 04 Oct 2005 at 10:09 am Brutha Code

You have your candies confused, M&Ms ain’t in my sphere/
Stop trippin Wise D, I’m a large 3 Musketeer/
And if I recall correctly, you had on all black/
Your coochie must have died from a lack-of-dick attack/

And Panama please, I never lie on the twat/
Yes, I hit THAT shit nigga, and it hit the spot/
Dude, I talk about dick, and you yellin “I’m secksay”/
Wrong Said Fred… you ain’t even Rico Sauve/
on 04 Oct 2005 at 10:11 am Monk

What the fuck?! Another nigga actin’ ballsey? / Gotta end another career of a so-called Jarrod Halsey / Was that a cheap shot at Monk? Boy you must be kiddin’ / Ain’t you the same nigga who came with that wack shit that was written?? / This ain’t for private school niggas, you ain’t a menace, you soft / Why am I even commentin’? Diggs alredy finished you off
on 04 Oct 2005 at 10:21 am Panama

I swear, take 5 minutes to post and somebody comes thru and tries to make an acronym out of my name…got to love battles.

Like R. Kelly and all seein’ Monk can spell is amazing/
defaming the name, preciate it mayne, boy you so crazy/
my philosophy has always been to respond in kind/
Monk must be short for monkey, let’s spell it out guy

M.aking O.verly N.umbskull K.nuckas E.vaporate Y.es S.tale/
A.lways I.gnant N.ever T.alking S.mart H.ow’d I T.ell?/
B.elieve U T.ry H.ard O.bviously E.verything’s S.taged/
A.fter N.ow, D.ie T.rick R.eally I C.an’t K.nowingly S.ave
on 04 Oct 2005 at 10:29 am Diggs

To the niggas that count women out of this rap game:

Your style is ludicrous, get off of my uterus,
Makin�� you furious, ��cuz yo shit ain��t new to us.
This shit is so dangerous, listen to Busta Bust,
Thinkin�� you bust a nut, ya��ll niggas just shootin�� dust.

Hale me, niggas, ��cuz this battle��s on,
Underestimate, it figures,
��Cuz this queen is the Don.
I��ll pull this muhphukkin�� trigger, like you��re on my lawn,
You think your nuts bigger, ��scuse me, I had to yawn.

These lyrics I spawn, I see all ya��ll unnerved.
Just call me Omarion, ��cuz nigga, ��You Got Served��
Your ass on a platter, talk yo�� shit, it don��t matter.
In response, you get laughter, much like the morning after,
You handle your biz, ask the pussy that knows.
Ya��ll shoot that damn jiz, like Shaq shoots free throws.
on 04 Oct 2005 at 10:36 am Wise Diva

dayum DIGGS!!

(just when i get out, they pull me back in)

@BC
Naw Sasha was cool I had shit lined up
Nobody trippin BC, figured u just can��t fuck

In fact ya said that shit, I heard it 2 times
you was gone by then, didn��t fall for ya lines

u talk mad shit bout that thizzle, stop lyin
you need more inches? i gotchu, I��m buyin
on 04 Oct 2005 at 10:43 am dyoung

warming up…

young diggs get a grip, expand your horizons/
that kid d get more hits than verizon/
Nut in your eye, so I know you can’t see me/
Bounce bitch in that ass, I will d-i-g-g/
And panameezy, don’t make me get greasy/
Cause real easy I turn your lungs to cheese, b/
so please flea, fly away dog, get 86′ed/
Lightskinned cats aint been hot since 86

Yall cats can’t stop that/my kangol’s cocked back/
So all yall drop that/ give me my cock back
I’m known to break backs/pop up and crack cats/
Yall faggots pack “jacks”/wacker than back fat
on 04 Oct 2005 at 10:55 am Diggs

Mr. Young:

Guess I should feel honored, got niggas callin�� me out,
Much like my own pussy, can��t keep my name outcha mouth.
You STILL warming up, but I keep my shit full blast.
Can��t see you, or feel you, did you even put it in my ass?
My shit looks like a job and yours merely a hobby.
Sweat u? When I get more hits, then Whitney�Ķagainst Bobby.
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:15 am dyoung

ms. Diggs…

your rhymes are wack/sloppier than box lunches
Metaphors mediocre/your punchlines are punchless
I have two hunches: one, you can’t understand me
Two: she talks about pussy, but I think she’s a tranny/

trying to pop shit when all your shit is stuck in your ass/
Thought your shit was hot, but all you lettin out is some gas
I felt your best attempt, bitches is out of shape like shawn kemp/
fat and nasty, couldn’t pass me even with my limp
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:16 am Xquizzyt1

It’s X stepping in to represent with both-a my girls
And reading BC’s shit got me clutching my pearls
Shout out to Brutha Code though, cuz I must admit that
If I wasn’t already taken, that I might try to hit that
But I don��t think you can handle the ass AND the 36 D’s
When my head game alone is sure to make you buckle your knees
Always bragging on your shit like your dick is the bomb
Shoulda called your bluff – Miami, poolside, at the Royal Palm
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:19 am Monk

Ain’t no H.O.E. or T.R.I.C.K. in my blood, homey you are not thug / I asked the niggas on MLK and they said you never got love / And you’re mistaken I don’t run with no little boys blue / But you’re a STAN of a corny nigga, what the fuck that makes you?!? / Listen here, like Kay Slay, I’m known to bring drama / How you listen to Ray J and portray a pimp’s persona / Get the fuck outta here! That shit ain’t even addin’ up / Do a post about somethin’ else cuz I think you’ve had enough!
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:33 am Panama

Monk hate to tell you, but you ain’t been thru my hood/
probably from out in Buckhead or Howell Mill Road/
you grasping for straws nigga, you struggling to affect/
trying to come at the nigga who took Rodney Dangerfield’s respect

You’re trying really hard to make me look bad/
i do what I want Panama Jackson’s the man/
speaking ill of the king yet bitching and playa hating/
that’s a bitch nigga tactic, lucky day, your nominated

see Monk you keep trying with that simple bullshit/
why quit a great job when I get paid off this shit/
like Philly’s Black Mafia, I’m creepin’ while you’re awake/
like Kaine, you tried to be somebody, son, it’s too late
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:40 am Diggs

You use the word metaphor. How ��bout you try these similes,
You��re as cheap as a whore. You��re as hot as 10 degrees.
Readin�� Dyoung, watchin�� him ramble and bore on.
U havin�� MAD SKILLZ, please, that��s an oxyMORON.
I mistook you for OJ. ��Cuz yo juice is loose. Your flow is wack and your style is obtuse.
I��m as big as Bruce Bruce, you can��t handle attack.
Got a call. It��s Dr. Seuss, and he wants his rhymes back.
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:43 am Xquizzyt1

And P who you calling a bridesmaid, and never a bride
Cuz I became a wife right after my man let me ride
Worked that shit correctly like a bitch in her prime
I might not be there when you want me, but I��m ALWAYS on time.
The Bronx the wackest borough??? Hit pause on your keyboard
Why you repping 90 DIFFERENT cities on the Eastern seaboard???
These women putting on a clinic… but what have you learned?
You get an F for your wack lyrics and now class is adjourned.
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:50 am Xquizzyt1

ROFLMAO@ Dr. Seuss. I can’t take it. LOL
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:52 am Diggs

Tryin’ to hold my own here. Provin’ that I got heart, lol. Neva scurred.
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:55 am Wise Diva

aww yea, X showed up!

Diggs..You holdin ya own, and then some!

Fellas?

The afternoon class starts in 7 minutes.
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:55 am Xquizzyt1

Girl that’s my second one… check them BOTH… cuz I’m almost certain BC is coming back… LOL
on 04 Oct 2005 at 11:57 am Brutha Code

Before you buy me inches, suggest that you invest/
In some lye and conditioner, ’cause new growth just ain’t fresh/
I know you trying to crack on the thickness that had you awed/
But you know if my pork was willing, you’d have been cole-slawed/

And X if I remember, bluffs have been called/
After I said that shit that had your “friend” so appalled/
Much ass and much chest, girl, you ain’t lyin/
But you KNOW if I can’t handle it, a nigga will die tryin/
on 04 Oct 2005 at 12:01 pm Xquizzyt1

Dammit BC, I have to actually WORK right now… but please, please, please believe that I will be BACK!!! LOL
on 04 Oct 2005 at 12:03 pm Jarrod Halsey

Yawn….Atleast there’s a COUPLE of cats here with skills

I wish I could turn the back fucking time/
To stop these lame cats spitting wack fucking rhymes/
I rhyme multiple words and syllables/
You cats got one word rhymes,
It’s no wonder I’m kiling you/
You’s a light drizzle I’m a blizzard/
So don’t adress me no more Panama, Diggs, Wise Xquizzyt/
Other shook ones, don’t even post/
you came to fight with a butter knife
I had to bring the toast/
And a plateful of cats to roast/
You know all his blog topics,
What the fuck is you, his co-host?/
From now on, I only post to deep folks/
So take it like a man like Monk and Diggs doing deep throats/

It’s too easy man…
on 04 Oct 2005 at 12:03 pm Diggs

Um, what’s with the flirtatious raps?
on 04 Oct 2005 at 12:05 pm Wise Diva

BC please, I could be bald
And still not appalled
Your rep on the net
Wont make me wet

You could die tryin
Tryna hang with my girl X
She takes no prisoners
Have you clutchin YO pearls

She��s said she would hit that
She��s just being kind
She��s known to be generous
To keep you from cryin
on 04 Oct 2005 at 1:11 pm Monk

That last shit you typed? Homey that shit’s wack / Not tryin’ to make you look bad…X, Diggs, and Diva already did that / You’re gettin’ worse by the minute, your lines are meaningless / If I’m Kaine, you’re just the broken glass with my fingerprints / You’re already swept up, break out the Mop ‘N Glo / Aye, let me do an impersonation, this is how you mock a hoe / First I big-up myself and the wackness I be sayin’ / Say stupid shit like ��Hee Hee I’m Panama, thanks for playin’��…
on 04 Oct 2005 at 1:12 pm Monk

cont….

And please JH, you’re assed out like playmates / You’re still garbage! Too late for you to try to save face / You’re not built for this shit, you’re just a flimsy muscle / Don’t make me have to introduce your ass to Nipsy Russell
on 04 Oct 2005 at 1:22 pm builtfromwax

*ahem*

90 comments and runnin’ and the flows keep comin’
whatchu talkin’ bout Diggs like you kin to Willis Drummond
you got some cute one-liners but it should be understood
the only clinics y’all women runnin’ is with Planned Parenthood

its survival of the fittest and i’m just playin’ with y’all bloggers
air so thin up here, Fabolous gotta breath harder
regardless if you male or female, friend or foe
i do this to prevail, not for place or fa show

decipher codes, create prose put ‘em in e’ryday language
might take an oath of silence when i get tired of explainin’
i ain’t no thug, i ain’t no killer never heavy into drugs
but where i’m from we aim straight and give strangers mean mugs

we ain’t claimin’ no Bloods, but them yougins will trip
in Prince William they slug, while the Ave. gone off that dip
study long, study wrong…but y’all need the extra credit
my job says it all fucker, if you don’t get it…you don’t get it
on 04 Oct 2005 at 4:18 pm Aries

*steps up to the mic, clears throat, looks back to the DJ booth and says “drop my beat”*

Uh, uh…yeah…Alright…I see ya’ll

Everybody been talking a lotta shit, but the realest chick is now here….

Here we go…

Ahh, fuck it…just call me Start-A-Rap…

anybody need an intro? A HypeWOman? lol…
on 04 Oct 2005 at 4:44 pm HumanityCritic

(OK, can HumanityCritic get some??)

*The following is not directed at anyone, just a rhyme*

VERSE:

How can I put this? Let me say this discreetly/
I’m the baddest motherfucker, masturbation couldn’t beat me/
With more drama than “Entertainment Weekly”, or a woman on her monthly/
I crackheads like cooked cocaine, while doing a dance called “The Humpty”/

I’ll scare the calm in ya while I’m bombin’ ya, with my feet up watching “Andromeda”/
You’ll get a little Vietnam in ya while I’m harmin’ ya, so motherfucker don’t sleep like insomnia/
I put more fingers in girls than phones that are rotary/
I’m standing at my local sperm bank screaming, “Wait until they get a load of me!!!!”/

When it comes to battles I have a fleet, you bring your salvation army to disarm me/
Didn’t you ask your swami? I’ll fold up your Mami like origami/
I’ll give you no time, like a black person’s life expectancy
HumanityCritic stops flows like a dam, or a woman’s hysterectomy/

I should charge admission, have you scratching nervously like a DJ with a bad skin condition/
Listen, I’ll leave you with no choice like a pro-life petition./
You have more small talk than midget speeches, and your not worthy to be my rival/
You better watch what you say like your reading subtitles.

(HumanityCritic Throws down the microphine and walks off, only to forget that Jackson owned said microphone. He picks it back up, hands it back to the blog owner and says, “My bad dude”.)
on 04 Oct 2005 at 4:51 pm Panama

@HC: Now that was a hot 16. Like no bullshit. And thanks for handing the mic back…I got that shit from Guitar Center…they’re expensive!
on 04 Oct 2005 at 5:20 pm Wise Diva

aww hell, HC came wit it!

LMAO @ “I’m standing at my local sperm bank screaming, “Wait until they get a load of me!!!!”

alright, HC & BC…just took me out again.

I am done..back to my head game!

**Wise puts down her whip**

**Unzipping black dominatrix outfit, hanging it up. Smacks HC’s hand reachin for her titty**

**Wise puts on school girl uniform and glasses. Duckin BC’s thizzle comin at her**

**Saunters back to class**
on 04 Oct 2005 at 5:35 pm Diggs

Yeah, I’m out too. Givin’ it up to HC.
on 04 Oct 2005 at 6:04 pm Xquizzyt1

I was supposed to come back… after BC’s but… dayum… after “watch what you’re saying like you’re reading subtitles” I’m completely done.
on 04 Oct 2005 at 8:51 pm Aries

uh…
“I’m standing at my local sperm bank screaming, “Wait until they get a load of me!!!!”

*done*
on 05 Oct 2005 at 12:13 pm Beloved

How in the HELL am I supposed to read all this? DAYUM!!!!
on 08 Oct 2005 at 7:36 am kendall meeks

This is why I love Black People fo’ real. Y’all mufukkas brought it. I know I’m all late ain’t up on my blog game at all …

This will go down in blog history…hotness!
on 09 Oct 2005 at 5:45 pm Brown Sugar

*looking around*
Where’d every body go?!? I finally got my rhyme together!!!
*snaps fingers*
Aww pickles! Maybe next time!
*walks off stage*

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