The official kill the guy above you thread

[MosHigh]

chisel riddles inside your forehead
dot your eyes and leave sore and red
rhymes heavy and ready to detonate like warhead
in a blink my words sink
and cause bloodshed
a slight sting...cerebral hemorrhing
no thread can stitch
earlier before i had your whore
diggin' yo ditch
but instead ima let ya live
so you can praise Allah for the lessons i give
holy water i swig
and spit in the face of any kid that thinks their B.I.G

edited: dot your eyes and leave em sore and red

[60051]

ready for the blast
I think the kid was
thinkin whack inside
his mat he fronted

stacked the blunted
raps like he was max
I set the traps to get
more tapped into a

source, one source like
math one force is blast
upon the task of being
sound, then being passed

Then being god, I rock it hard
I and I blind, I and I raw to see
the core of everything is gleaming
shining with the word, Yo I is Lord

[MosHigh]

I is Lord...i was bored
snored thru half ya stanza
i buck like Bonaza
choke of my Gunsmoke
and catch ya fate like can-sa
my stance is too advanced
rhymes rush ya hut like angry ants
leave ya in a trance, LSD
mind control yo world twirl slow
add a lil flavor to my neighbor, MSG
chopstick fly guys and stir fry ya soul....

[just_leroy]

iron mic metal face mask brought 2 em like a head on collision
niggas melt while im hard like capos in prison just leroy
this a ghost dini weeny roast your vienna sausage justice
nothin 2 play with killin niggas flows like tech and sways wake up show

[just_leroy]

follow the rules or dont come here
like napoleon dynamite ughhh
can some body please merk any 1 or me with a
b.e.t. trophy

[ArcherPriest]

ill blow your fuckin doors off, like im norman schwarzkopf
ratchets layin all around my crib like floors of porche shops
ill leave you more than sore spots, im talkin' vicious battery
cuz shattering anatomy's the only shit that flatters me
an even sadder things your honey's twat, it gave me runny cock
thats why im quick to get up in your grill like money shots
now there's a funny thought.. this dude with spooge up on his tooth
jus spittin off the top id drop the shit you do in booths
i pull all sorts of triggers and im doin it with ease
aint arnold swartzenegger but im killin you with frees
in merely a few minutes i can clearly leave you finished
ill give you several hours, but dont really see you winnin
the weakest shit i spit could beat this dudes most fluid script
i dropped this shitty verse right here so i could proove the shit
a trophy's what i get for beatin this fuck to the floor ??
i guess he figured it's his only way to touch awards

pipe cleaner

[Sense-A]

kingshyt's a lil wimp with diarrhea and lactose
talking shit but the kid couldn't batter a biscuit
you're just average and simplistic
every time kingshyt craps it takes ninety minutes
even with spray mist this guy's the stinkiest
they wonder why they call you kingshyt
you sniff coke that's really baby laxative
but you go broke still paying grands for it
always sitting on porcelain
and full of shit since he was orphaned
now kingshyt wears grown men depends
addicted to lax with no flow, doe or friends
the "pipe cleaner"
the same guy who likes peter
the coka nostra?
usted rompe como copa

[ArcherPriest]

im quick to leave you Ghost but no my Tone aint Pretty
my poems gritty, flows witty, your below me kiddie
you lil punk, i fuckin own this city, you say im average
but your facin the baddest, theres no mistakin my status
ill drive a stake in ya cabbage, like im preparin cuisine
pears n beans, hairs n teeth, ill serve ya parents the feast
i dont care that you ceased to leave me a weapon cuz best of all
u wanna call yourself a sense A!? you got no sense at all
u cant even follow the rules in place, your foolish n fake
hand you spoons n stool on ya plate, this fuckin duels a mistake
you need lessons to write a sentence, try to highten ya Senses
im inside ya defenses slicin intestines, Die in trenches
fuck that ninety minute shit, ill gouge your eyes in a second
you'd need divine intervention to try'n silence my vengance
man im kind of offended, really you thought ya drops was worthy?
sayin fuck you with a thirty ought poppin so watch the birdie


nw- orange

[just_leroy]

I trick the king in 2 playin handball
you get slapped in the face
loosin em up take off that crown you pawn
and pick up the pace
i gotta date with your mom I aint tryna be late
it all boils down like acid on anything
havent you heard the mic does not need
m.c.s with out survival skills ball point pens and 5 star meads
you mustve forgot your raps dont sting like killer bees
Im the dr. came to ampitate whack mistakes
and murder you with a tennis ball propeller
filled with frozen oranges they find you chained
to the net organs bleedin internal no evidence just
a bunch of burger king whopper wrappers
hope I see in the next lifetime after
and give a G somethin better 2 merc a bastard
next word: suicide. note 2 next rapper please dont f*k this thread up

[Prince Rai]

You don't have to contemplate suicide, you're already dead,
dark matter crushed you with the weight of lead,
your words cry out like a fucking baby, nothing new,
the style you reflect has already been said,
I fucked your mother to father Lucifer,
and I enjoy watching your sister while Lucifer rapes her,
Yes my mind seems sick, but you're the zombie fool who ends up sucking my dick,
i cast my evil eye on your pale sweaty face, you can't test me,
you can't get me shook, i imploded your life hopes just with a look...

nw: incubus (google it if you dont know)

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by Prince Rai

You don't have to contemplate suicide, you're already dead,
dark matter crushed you with the weight of lead,
your words cry out like a fucking baby, nothing new,
the style you reflect has already been said,
I fucked your mother to father Lucifer,
and I enjoy watching your sister while Lucifer rapes her,
Yes my mind seems sick, but you're the zombie fool who ends up sucking my dick,
i cast my evil eye on your pale sweaty face, you can't test me,
you can't get me shook, i imploded your life hopes just with a look...

nw: incubus (google it if you dont know)

Write where I left off dead off with the weaponry dead cha epiffany
now you into the beast, entering me as I enter ya wives pussy
so when I roast minds over the stove with no Pam Olive/
now college material been etherial
coming to neutralizing rappers like I'm The Predator/
for a price I the merk with the flows with demon claws
shreading oppoinents like paper mache materials/
dead cha in pools only a death stroke can do/
run through you marvins with marvels
get cha served in 31 different flows like carvel
now you asking me where did the Incubus know as The Sheep go/


nwnvading someone dreams...........think inception..........read the plot to see or google it

[Prince Rai]

Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

Write where I left off dead off with the weaponry dead cha epiffany
now you into the beast, entering me as I enter ya wives pussy
so when I roast minds over the stove with no Pam Olive/
now college material been etherial
coming to neutralizing rappers like I'm The Predator/
for a price I the merk with the flows with demon claws
shreading oppoinents like paper mache materials/
dead cha in pools only a death stroke can do/
run through you marvins with marvels
get cha served in 31 different flows like carvel
now you asking me where did the Incubus know as The Sheep go/


nwnvading someone dreams...........think inception..........read the plot to see or google it

The devil creates your dreams, but I am the architect of your nightmares,
as you twist and turn suffering from your unconscious state,
I awake you into darkness only lit by red light from 666 flares,
I take you into a deeper state of mind full of toxic glares,
one look alone will cost you a tumour,
just as painful as your teeth shattering into your brain against marble stairs,
i inflict an idea into your worthless dome of cells,
you drop your head into your hands
as the divine message is summoned into you by infidels,
blowing themselves up causing your internals to tremble,
the air sucked away as your back hits the wall as your lungs strangle,
you awake into fucking reality testing your personal totem bangle,
but realising that the implanted virus within you drifted you to the wrong angle,
you cannot live in any world no longer, what is truth and what is reality?
I watch in anticipation to see your body and neck dangle..

nw: shamans

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

raise the dead edicate rebelious mind melding you ain't super seeding my brutes
parademons opposite from turning life to lemons give you lime shots instead/
la flowstra nostra you ain't got the coaster to roast me
supposed to be demonous when I'm the onmious one/
dropping spells that spell doom for those roses that don't ever bloom
can you write gliphs when your dead, head severed on the church/
when I come through with Hell's Army don't think you can calm me/


nw: BP vs. Aquaman

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And so it goes that our pick for the best cosplay of this year's convention falls to the one and only oil-covered Aquaman, escorted by a BP rep. The member of the Justice League who never gets any respect, now he's even worse off -- he doesn't have a chance either. from IGN.com

[just_leroy]

fuck the sheepish lord of chaos take the day off
im dr. doom in control of bp company
find a new hobby cuz your super power suck
where in the real world where theres no demand for sidekicks
oil was purposely spilled 2 show you and arabia
a little money is nothin 2 us
come to the americas you think im bluffin
what you under water huffin
there was no battle only a victory
cuz we already won when you picked a fight with the family
next word: shaolin sword

[dif de la rev]

take this sword like the ford drive the wedge through the cord the vocal i yokle to the bull i annul null that's shits cold to hot the swing the chop no block the sheath like heat flash the gash the cut the gut you spill like a rut rupture the abrupture leaves more for rapture i'm holding you folding like decks i cut the sweat too sweet off the head down to feet with over blow the slash major goal stab the heart rip eyes apart before the blink of thought to think the sheen of gleam after the victory i deem like man to put the carcass in glass of hours to sand out hung dry the put back to honor makes the killing a demand . . . n/w: glass shards