swoop look listen n puke, ya a kid onda streets tryna make ends meat runnin from da boys in blue, is dis true? i find it hard not 2 laugh n doubt u, but its hard wen ya braggin bout avin crews dat gon fuck wid u wen none of yous foots “tappin” outta size 4 shoes, fuckin foneys! i mean how u gon explain, (not mentionin no names), callin white bitches homies?, u n ya cronies need 2 research n set da tone n try a completely different tempo if only, u’d known me b4 dis site, we might, be quite, alright at ryhmin tight, but shit! im white, despite wateva ya write, ill flipside it spitefull, lines like stars shine brightfull, quickflight hide frightfull, dis fight ten rites fall, like a tyson fight eyes weeped freezed banged an all, ill write ya words at a 90 degrease angle, first verse u got it tangled, il un ravel n re angle, il send it back at chu, re ryhmed n new attack route, was dat? no thank u? well das a fat loada grattitude, wid dat tone of attitude, no wonder no one respects ya rap battle groove, ur inda act of ghetto youth?, well in dat case u better move, cuz der aint a craze 4 yellow bellied ghetto goons, so save ya fake ass rap tunes, 4 da soundtrack 2 da whack film “sister act 2”, which i presume uve seen, if not c it soon, cuz u lot remind me of a ghetto quier who, sing n rap stuff like “songs of praze” performed by “theblaze”, “betty boop loves jesus too!” performed by “swoop”, n last but not least….”IloveMe300” performin “y does god need another?”! neway homie go get ya foney ass cronie bunch, n dont 4get ya nasty ass macoronie n cheese pack lunch, n off 2 school u go, that u love so much i know, n dont 4get 2 whistle u av 2 blow, u no how 2 do dat already i spose, fuck it im done wid dis, u get da drift of ma flow
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bitch u aint gotta clue, u stick 2 da same script, ya print stinks of glue, copy n paste is all u gon do, its obvious ya taste is of pooh, blink 182, greenday sum heavy shit dude, u got ya style ill giv ya dat, ya rap dont affend tho, its on da verge of rude, u need 2 go get dat blaze bitch n kiddie crew n move, cuz da words i spit all split ya be4 u no im dissin u, was dat? a sniff sniff?, ahh tis tis, im da shit so take a big wiff, dont cry der al b plenny ov time 2 envy ma ryhme wen ya die n relize da mistake u chose 2 diniye,4 tryna take a piece of ma pie, blaze dont amaze he jus belong ina gay bregade, or da Y M C A, it aint a phase, da measage he sent me, had me ina daze 4 days, was dat shit say? shit dat aint a E is A, he wants 2 give me a masage hes gay! fuck!? good luck? no its wood suck!? ahh is canibitch’s son, n ur his lean mean queen of da streets do anythin 4 free machine, n swoops like “i no ya wana murder me, cuz i got a blowjob ofa burger fiend, but shes better u c, but ya still blaze’s no1 seed swallowin queen” i mean ne bitch can suck dick da size of a baked bean, n he remains coy plays wid toys cuz he still gets bullied by da bigger boys, IF YA A KIDDIE FIDDLER MAKE SUM NOISE! IloveMe300 screamin oi! oi! oi!, ina news interview they sued u!,(news repporter) “can ya tell us da truth? i mean was ya abused in youth?”, (IloveMe300) “na, i choose 2 do this, tho i prefer dem pubeless”,(what!?) “i mean ive ad a few toothless” (news repporter)”das jus ruthless!, how can u resort 2 do this!?” (IloveMe300) “its easy i love 2 court a few kids!, i treat em 2 pork n nude vids”, (news repporte) “ur da sickest person ive eva witnessed!” (IloveMe300) “na dis is da best bit listen 2 dis, wen weve did da shit n finished business, we internet surf n click on kid links, wink, wink,....(news reporter) “i think weve herd enough now, how cud u sink so low, i think im gon heave ma sicks gon flow” (IloveMe300) “yo stick 2 dis channel 2morow,u no ill show ya how 2 borrow a toddler n make em swollow!” (news repporter)”rite, whos gotta gun ima make dis bitches head hollow!” click, click BOOM! “no more dick suckin bitch in dis room!” IloveMe300 u jus been made redundant, so go ryt sumin wid substance, n stop fumbalin wid dumbness, stop crumbalin n i wuddnt av 2 av done dis, hey lady, das sum crazy shady shit baby, shady made me, when hes gone radio still gon play thee, ya fake playa rhmes aint gon faze me, so basicly wat im sayin is hate me, das fine but dont take me 4 a fake wanabe wid ya pre school ryhmes wastin ma time, so wid ya tail between ya legs n all dat in mind, e mail me queen wen ya dissin style as been re-designd……..
av dat ya fuckin twat! bitch respond 2 dat
ya scared 2 death ya scared 2 look ya shook there aint no such things as halfway crooks ya shook son dont make me aft 2 swing a left 1 smack n loose ya breath b4 i even swung make me feel bad cuz i hit a hun fuck a gun i dont need dat shit i spit fresh from my lung unlucky hun u aint realize da shit u jus done brung on u ya crew ya family n ya mother 2 ur inna tight situation now wat u gon do? nothin ur reaction is a simulation of the act of wich that a pussy gon do i can c da fire in ya eye u wana tell me ima lie but theres no pen n paper ere now why!? but hey look at it dis way if looks cud kill im probly gon die cuz das all u got u think ur hot but ur not im coolin down up in ya spot so weres dese skills dat u apperently done got?
man ur worse dan swoop, its not about random words inner loop, u cant rap 4 shit, stick 2 washin dish’es n beggin bitches 2 remove der fish net stiches from der waste dat twitches every time u come near, cuz dey fear 4 der lives dey aint house wives der red light bitches dey aint da type 4 brides, or bribes u av 2 pay 4 time, 2 get laid in life, its sad but ya made 2 buy, sucha guy cravin grime, ya da man in amsterdam tho, go on u know u want 2, go grab dat slag n dnt forget dat bag of swag she wants doe not affection jus make sure ya dollar n erection r headin da same direction n ull find ya way 2 dat hoes direct intention
das da shiznit
listen up fool, dont think u can insult da greatest of all, his lyrics r da shit, he be bringing it 2 whoeva wants 2 bring it, cuz he be tall u be small his midjit foot stall, ur obviousley retarted an all, 2 think 4 1 second ull stand a chance inner rap brawl, against da most tactful lyricist rapper of all, so quit actin da fool, git back 2 rappin at school, b4 u git shocked static n all, cuz ya attitude equals n automatic durastic maul, base ball bats n all, ur face wont resemble da human race at all,
ya mouth will be wobalin ull be startin 2 drule, ur be hobbalin across da road n startin 2 fall, n ill be there watchin it all, n den focus onda broken rule, wen ya hopelessley chokin ill throw a cd on ya throat named curtain call, n remind u diss is wat happens wen u diss da greatest rapper of all!
ya lil bitch
wat da fuck? u lot talk more shit dan eazy e wen he had his arse wid a dick stuck up, ten rites? try N W H I V cuz u lot probly tested 4 positivity, buncha batti boys testin me? yo play ya position jus shut up n listen, jus 4 1 second can u lot try n invision in2 da future n witnessin u lot bein senior citizens bein missed? na dissed n pissed on, distant memoreys of dem wat never be’s, big bad never gon get tranquility, how is it a posibilty? wen u lot got mobility scooters equiped wid shooters n hightec computers n mobs n looters roamin da streets lookin 4 ya stupid ass meat 2 beat wid a brick or a bit of concreate, tryna put u six feet deep, jus listen 2 me exept defeat, why ya still got ya dignity, cuz wen it comes 2 da nitty gritty, u lot need 2 find sum other sissy city…..
peace
get at me dawg! grrrrr lol
yo dis sad act addict is at it again try sum fact not fiction my friend then again i hear fiction i mean friction is da vision of yo batti boy mission listenin 2 u n ya crew babble ona bout wat u gon do, yo who da fuck is dis SWOOP dude ther shouldnt be shit on ur tunes but skits n interludes stick 2 slingin hoops cuz da rap game dont want u, u aint gotta clue u and ya crew, TEN RIGHTS da shit? yeah right more like enter da red light district, take ya pick fo suckin dick, whod ya like? how bout QUICK FLIGHT for da night? he gon bring da fight, as long as ya da type 2 loose a fight wid a dyke, i kill ya wid ma lyrics u get bruised wid da mike, despite da fact dat BIG BAD infact equiped wid a big bag attached to his back wid a slack strap wrapped around his toy gat ready 2 attack, from behind, but YOUNG BULLET dont mind hes onda grind wida gag in his mouth da bondage kind, a chain connected 2 his arms n legs in bind, screamin LIFES KING-KY pullit from behind! so wid dat in mind bare a thourght for da sort u thort u cud slaught n declare war on n not be left distraught n best of all let ya lesson be taught i dont run da ball court i dont run da small talk n i dont walk da g walk but be smart be4 u see me spark i aint dark i aint black u dont need 2 be 2 rap das a fact, so get it straight DAWG its simple, im white n i can still giv u 1 hell of a chin full!
peace
holla back swoop
p.s. ya ryhmes r ayt
