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"Ayo, this is the 1st line and time I spit on a website/
knowin’ me, fo sho I ain’t leavin’ this shit wit out startin’ a fight/
you can type your lame come backs/
but rhymin’ skills is exactly what you lack/
f u , your family and your pussy ass crew/
didn’t ya mommy tell ya, yous was born in a test tube/
i’ll go back to 2nd grade shit/
Im rubber your glue what you spit bounces of me and sticks to you/
I hope somone reads this and takes offense/
Cuz I won’t ever back down dats my only defense/
All I need is a knife to end your life/
And an ax to chop your back/
Ater you flat line, sit back, laugh and smoke a bowl of crack!""Ayo, now dat I got your undivided attention/
I can start on this ball bustin’ session/
Rip you from limb to limb untill you fall into depression/
Make you wanna hang ya self/
Runnin’ at you harder than G-Unit n’ D12/
Holdin’ a big blade at ya throat, screamin’ for help/
If you reply to me/
Open your eyes, and maybe you’ll see/
You ain’t nuttin’ but a two cent bitch/
Come battle me/
I know for a fact your skirred and hidin’/
Your cryin’ to mommy, while Im blazin’ n’ ridin’/
I’ll take ya girl home, givin’ me bomb dome/
Sippin’ on Priviliged Henny and gettin’ zoned/slow down 13lungz, i ain’t scared; unless you’re a clown, or in the same town, jokes hoax and clouds of smokes, crack’ll set you back so switch to green with wrap, Shady records puts out good cheer but you should open you ear to J while you’re here, it’s unfair to completely tear u apart but this is a start, games been played and thoughts seemed sprayed;
in the end i hope you stayed, fade id, but i’m not to boast just spit outlike a ghost
Ayo, I sit and I wait /
So damn long fo da medicine I gotta take/
Fallin’ all ova in da hallway and lobby/
Junkies wait fo their name to be called/
Some of them on the floor wrapped up and curled in a ball/
Gettin’ butterflies in ya stomach when its your turn/
Hot flashes and cold sweats, Im on fire ready to burn/
Maybe someday I’ll wake up and finnally learn/
It ain’ about feelin’ great all da time/
Its about havin’ %100 total control ova ya mind/
But fo now Im gonna do what I do and bust these lines!/"We playin’ chess you playin checkers…… about to get ya ass jumped" – Slim Shady
Thrown but known down,
town, i’m not the only clown;
or so it appears,
don’t shed tears,
or start a riot,
just don’t be quiet,
then i might hit, send,
friend, or foe,
you are who you know,
since way before you grow,
grew, i thought i might have knew,
name, why is it never the same,
game, played stayed weighed on the digi, that’s a scale,
but not on phish,
or that album gish,
by the pumkins smashed,
their set at lollapalooza i trashed,
here’s the review, "Billy, you blew",
but the slow songs due make me sad,
for this i’m glad,
by starlight one of best i had,
heard before, shown the door,
but that’s now, don’t ask me how,
de john, jean, day, two day, hor eh,
or a, who’s to say? Some other day,
back to host, out like ghost.Let’s not trash lungz
he ain’t got the tin-can runs
he got gums, guns, game
ain’t the same runnin’ down
whitey tin-pan alley lane,
plain Joe-Jane
hoops to blame
write some more
spin your name
it’s almost funny
pull the choke chain, lungz…
:aliensmile:Oh shit now we got someone BUGGIN’/
Feelin’ ya tits when Im huggin’/
Gettin’ fingers wet when Im shovin’/
Hearin’ ya screams its what Im lovin’/
The fence in ya yard after Im done is what im Jumpin’/
its all in good fun!"Have you walkin’ out this bitch in turtle neck sweaters, scarfs and full leathers in 90 degree weather. Front on me never, cuz we gonna be together forever! Right bitch! Right bitch!" – Slim Shady
13… is that the number of Lung transplants you had?
They all quit breathing because your rhymes were so bad.
Maybe they felt embarassed or sad……….
Cuz they made you inhale while you went down on your dad.You don’t know me, and I don’t know what you heard/
I.P. trace me, you’ll find me in the three one third.
I live in the D, not my mom’s trailer like you,
I take 8 mile to work, wanna suck my dick too?You sure love Marsahall! It makes me laugh,
I hope you’re a girl and 12 and a half.
If not, that’s pathetic, fagtastic and wrong,
To end every post with a line from his song.I replied are you happy? Got more vomit for me?
Gonna stay up all night listening to the slim shady LP?
Writing words that end in "IN" and forgetting the "G",
Making sure every plural ends in a "Z"?Yo kiddies in dis hood
If you don’t follow da Rulez
Da Sheriff will have to shoot
All of you foolz……
From da Rulez:
Quote:You agree not to post any abusive, obscene, vulgar, slanderous, hateful, threatening, sexually-oriented or any other material that may violate any applicable laws. Doing so may lead to you being immediately and permanently bannedps.
If you wanna diss a wannabe Eminem
Juz send her a nice PM 
so be it
slow night, on the mic
things ain’t right
it bites
like venom spite
it blows, it leaks, when lungz speaks
if Eminem is your wheat
then graze it
on the peeps line
faze it
where the creeps chime
blaze it… :slap:
:aliensmile:P.S.: I think that’s the most sex I’ve had all year… Haaaaaaaaa
13…. is the number of tymes I stuck it to ya moms/
Stay calm don’t get mad I got the evidence on my palms/
You dont know me and I’ll tell you what I learned/
Your a screen name immitator/
Get on da ground and dem teeth on da curb/I’ll give you credit fo da two disses on me/
Oh wait, you only got one, da "slim shady" wanna be/
No love connection here, I just feel what Em’s spittin’/
Unlike you. You open your mouth and start shittin’/So quit hidin’ let your tru colors show/
If da feds IP traced you, They’d find pics of kids you blow/
And dat shit callin’ me gay/
Blah, blah, blah, dats all you can spray/
Look its the oldest dis in the book/
Here I’ll give ya some help, thumb threw my notebook/I’ll diminish you when Im finished wit you/
Force feedin’ you Tofu, while Im chuggin’ a warm brew/
You ain’t got a clue wit what I can do/
When I spit my verses and wordz stick together like glue/Your such a fronter,…a BIG Fake/
Your 1st reply to me was your biggest mistake/
You just a fu@#%$’ joke, Im laugin’ inhalin’ a toke/
Fight back, don’t just stand there wit a lump in ya throat/My MO, I just don’t give a f@#$/
Slap you so hard, it feels like you got backed up on by a truck/
I can smak you wit wordz and deep down I know it hurts/
I won’t back down or be bullied, wit or witout skirts/
Don’t you know STEPHE you keep fuelin’ da fire/
Every time I spit back, my rhymes are gettin’ tighter/Go ahead and laugh, I smoke crack and Im wack/
I got a mic and Im white, I can drop this pen fo a sec. and fight/
Lyrics in my memory, I don’t need your permission to write/
You’s a freak when you speak/
A skunk wit a white streak/
Ya moms is as old as dirt….. she’s antique/Enough is enough wit dat slim shady shit, you chump!/
Keep usin’ dat as your best come back, your a fu@#$%’ punk!/
U just become talkative when you get sloppy drunk/Im tearin’ you to pieces and I ain’t dat big/
My freestylin’ is sick, rippin’ off da top like Big Tig/
On Rapcity Da Basement, shits never off point/
Fo da last tyme I ain’t Eminem and you ain’t from Detriot/U think its Eminem who made me love to blaze be lazy and crazy/
My dad is da one who gave me da gene dat makes me real shady!/
So here’ s your chance to grab da mic and put on a show/
Betta be original shit, don’t spit what they already know!/"Im feelin’ real bulletproof up in dis bitch!" – 50 cent
Bitch, your lines are so damn whack,
like a squirrel smokin crack in a back pack.
I have no clue what you’re trying to tell me,
It’s like you’re retarded, with a little A.D.D.You come back droppin benign bombs when you’re speakin,
Too bad it took you all damn weekend!
What? Did you P.M. Eminem for advice?
but you accidentally reached Vanilla Ice?So maybe you’re not gay, but you sure ain’t hetero,
I can tell by the pink 13’s on your metro.
Actin like a baller, or a gangsta
coming of like a second rate wangsta.I’m from detroit, where you would’t last a night,
you’d get jacked by some girlscouts selling carmel delights.
They would find you in a dumpster, behind cobo hall,
look in you mouth and find your balls.Boom! let the smoke clear, see through the haze,
I guess you’ll reply in about 5 days.
Try a little harder, when you post your next bout,
I can’t understand you with your dad’s genes in your mouth!
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