Say wrote

TTG-Robin wrote Oh boi here comes Kreature
Thinking he's the new feature
Well listen up
You might wanna find a cup
Cuz this rap so clean it can bust a nut
You stuck in a rut
Thinkin you hot
To be honest your not
Son, I be rockin this stage
While you be fightin AIDS
Cuz you weren't protected from my comeback
Might wanna take a look back
Cuz I'm right behind you
Creepin up on yah like the flu.
Oooooooh!

Look at robin, posting on his topic twice,
You cant rap, you're white.
Whilst you're sat there you know im right
this is a sh*t rap, i didnt really sleep lastnight.

I agree with you, Say
Your rap is sh*t, babe
You can't sleep cuz you know I'm there
Waitin for your comeback, if you dare.

Alright unbeatable stuff right here.

Shoes, I wear that.
Water, I drink that.
Music, I listen to THAT!
...
Your GF, I Kiss that! oohohhhhhhhh

Man you got no rhythm when you rap
You sound like Fat Albert taking a crap
Son, Imma be short and sweet
Your rap is so bad you might as well not compete.
Word ;)

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much back at my parents' house
And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it
Life was lame, I had to pay money to **** a whore
I couldn't pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug-o-war
But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour
Now the ladies show me the goodies under their wonderbra
I'm going door to door, with foreign swords
Causing more than war slaying rappers, commercial or horrorcore
So hold your head cause I'mma torture yours, leaving morbid sores
I promise you it will be hard to ignore the gore
Hip hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior
I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna pile up the anger
All these no-flow, gimmicky ass fired up behaviors
With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator
****, you not dope
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a **** cockroach?
And Goblin? You get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
I been told you *****, "I'm real!"
If you wack and no one's confronted you on your bullshit, then I will
Hate on me, but you can't deny skill
I crush all the momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed
You ****** got me cussing
And only reason you probably buzzing
Is cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet
Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done
You think real ***** feeling your shit? C'mon son!
I'm the illest and that's fo' shizzle
My flow sizzles, yo boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples
You ***** are making it so simple
My swag makes the ladies wave like fat stomachs with bold ripples
I know you ***** wish you could prevent it
Cause I get buck like my Kool Aid's got way too much sugar in it
You better run like I'm booger flicking
Homie I've been good at rapping, now I'm tryna get gooder with it
So I'mma just go beast, and bring that West coast heat
Cause I'll be damned if you flex on me
The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats
And all these songs about cash are what we just don't need
Yo, nobody care about how much money you stack
I murder everything I touch, buddy, move back
Got enough guts to sew trash and bust up your fluke act
And leave your fans saying, "How the **** does he do that?"
My ranking is vicious, you thinking it isn't?
Can pay me a visit if you feel that you may be offended
Baby I'm wicked, crazy and sick and with the face of a nimwit
I be calling out names, but I ain't taking attendance
Some bitch was like, "Hop, you got me crying
Cause you said I could call you while you out on tour
Shit and I be trying, I even text you, but you not replying
So when your new shit finally drop, that's one album I will not be buying
What, You're too Hollywood? And you don't even have two minutes?
Ever since you got your buzz, you don't know how bad you tripping
You went to that ho's house last night and you said that you didn't
I seen your pic on Facebook, the skank bitch done tagged you in it"
I got put on with the beasty flow
Now the sluts, they wanna bone when they see me, whoa!
So I must, I take 'em home, let the wee wee grow
Then I bust from different strokes like the TV show
See when I be coming through kicking it raw, ***** like, "Gee, he's dope"
If there's anyone throwing dirt at my name then you know he be toast
For all of you rappers that be bringing me drama, homie please be ghost
The only reason I'm being aggressive is cause we need hope
"Hopsin, I **** love you, cause you supply the best rhymes
Since your flow is kinda strange, you should sign with Tech N9ne
You design erect lines, who am I to just lie?
Every single night I play your music right at bedtime
And usually I'm not into dark dick
I wanna do something freaky enough to win your heart with"
I say, "What you wanna do?" She say, "It's simple, Marcus
I wanna blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge"
Bitch, I'm hotter than a UV ray
Hotter than the thought of Nicki Minaj naked, making her booty shake
Hot enough to pull up to your show and steal your groupie date
Hot enough to melt the ice cream that's on Gucci's face
And now you having hot flashes
All the shit that you ever wanted in one MC, Hop has it
Don't rap if you do not practice
I cockblock wack shit, now get ready for Knock Madness





EASY.

Mara wrote Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the **** wouldn't stand around with
I would **** so much back at my parents' house
And now my **** has a permanent imprint of my hand around it
Life was lame, I had to pay money to **** a ****
I couldn't pull a damn anorexic **** in a tug-o-war
But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour
Now the ladies show me the goodies under their wonderbra
I'm going door to door, with foreign swords
Causing more than war slaying rappers, commercial or horrorcore
So hold your head cause I'mma torture yours, leaving morbid sores
I promise you it will be hard to ignore the gore
Hip hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior
I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna pile up the anger
All these no-flow, gimmicky **** fired up behaviors
With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator
****, you not dope
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a **** cockroach?
And Goblin? You get no props on it
It sucks so much I get **** from it
I been told you ***, "I'm real!"
If you wack and no one's confronted you on your ****, then I will
Hate on me, but you can't deny skill
I crush all the momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed
You ****** got me cussing
And only reason you probably buzzing
Is cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet
Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done
You think real *** feeling your ****? C'mon son!
I'm the illest and that's fo' shizzle
My flow sizzles, yo boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples
You *** are making it so simple
My swag makes the ladies wave like fat stomachs with bold ripples
I know you *** wish you could prevent it
Cause I get buck like my Kool Aid's got way too much sugar in it
You better run like I'm booger flicking
Homie I've been good at rapping, now I'm tryna get gooder with it
So I'mma just go beast, and bring that West coast heat
Cause I'll be damned if you flex on me
The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats
And all these songs about cash are what we just don't need
Yo, nobody care about how much money you stack
I murder everything I touch, buddy, move back
Got enough guts to sew trash and bust up your fluke act
And leave your fans saying, "How the **** does he do that?"
My ranking is vicious, you thinking it isn't?
Can pay me a visit if you feel that you may be offended
Baby I'm wicked, crazy and sick and with the face of a nimwit
I be calling out names, but I ain't taking attendance
Some **** was like, "Hop, you got me crying
Cause you said I could call you while you out on tour
**** and I be trying, I even text you, but you not replying
So when your new **** finally drop, that's one album I will not be buying
What, You're too Hollywood? And you don't even have two minutes?
Ever since you got your buzz, you don't know how bad you tripping
You went to that ho's house last night and you said that you didn't
I seen your pic on Facebook, the skank **** done tagged you in it"
I got put on with the beasty flow
Now the ****, they wanna bone when they see me, whoa!
So I must, I take 'em home, let the wee wee grow
Then I bust from different strokes like the TV show
See when I be coming through kicking it raw, *** like, "Gee, he's dope"
If there's anyone throwing dirt at my name then you know he be toast
For all of you rappers that be bringing me drama, homie please be ghost
The only reason I'm being aggressive is cause we need hope
"Hopsin, I **** love you, cause you supply the best rhymes
Since your flow is kinda strange, you should sign with Tech N9ne
You design erect lines, who am I to just lie?
Every single night I play your music right at bedtime
And usually I'm not into dark ****
I wanna do something freaky enough to win your heart with"
I say, "What you wanna do?" She say, "It's simple, Marcus
I wanna blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge"
****, I'm hotter than a UV ray
Hotter than the thought of Nicki Minaj naked, making her booty shake
Hot enough to pull up to your show and steal your groupie date
Hot enough to melt the ice cream that's on Gucci's face
And now you having hot flashes
All the **** that you ever wanted in one MC, Hop has it
Don't rap if you do not practice
I cockblock wack ****, now get ready for Knock Madness





EASY.

Ooooh... you win some rep for that one. Haha. Good rhyme ;)

SAY SAY.. You are g*y
i f*cked your mom
she was in pain
i f*cked her *ss
i c*mmed in a glass
she drank it and said:
please c*m in my *ss



NUFF SAID

Knob wrote SAY SAY.. You are g*y
i f*cked your mom
she was in pain
i f*cked her *ss
i c*mmed in a glass
she drank it and said:
please c*m in my *ss



NUFF SAID

Your rhymes are bad
Such a shame
I wanted a challenge, all the same
Looks like I'll have to tell you anyway
You sound desperate for sex, all the way
Even though I think your gay
But wait, here comes the killer
Hop off my dee, cuz I am the winner.

yo `TTG ROBIN` your style is whack,
you think your black,
it sounds like youv been smoking crack,
im about to drop a bomb,
so you better back up and go cry to your mom!

I admit, I do smoke crack
But doesn't matter if I'm not black
You think my style is whack
When your style is as rotten as yo mommas buttcrack
Your rap is bad, whats your reason
Son, you drop bombs like the Koreans
Always hittin the wrong places
So what yah got for that, yah racist?

you smoke crack that is why your fat,
and you wish you where black,
yes your style is whack,
now you wanna start with the yomomma jokes,
i can deal with that,
my rap is bad? you must be mad,
and you say i carnt drop bombs,
did i mention your mom looks fit in her thong,
now im gunna end this once anf for all because im on the ball