Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, my name is Triple X.
Men, hold on to your women, for I'm pumping out straight lyrical sex.
You see, my lyrics definitely aren't for the faint of heart,
like a chainsaw to your chest, you'll quickly be ripped apart.
My words drip with lethal toxins and senseless violence,
leaving behind an endless sea of corpses and an eerie silence.
*****, I'm pure evil, my rhymes are bloody and dark,
in the realm of music, they call me the metaphorical shark.
If you're scared, little pussies, then run,
or I'll lock you up in my verbal cellar; you'll never again see the light of the sun.
Chained to a cement wall, crying and begging to be set free;
asking for mercy? Oh, please, you'll never get it from me.
I'm an addiction, but I'm far worse than cocaine,
once my rythm and beat start pounding, you'll never get it out of your brain.
You'll wander the streets of at night, desperate for your next fix,
up until you sling that .44 to your ear and hastily pump out all six.
I'm so dirty, I'm ****in' Triple-X-rated, my rhymes are radioactive,
they'll put you in a two year coma and leave your brain inactive.
Mess with the best, you better play your cards right,
because at the end of your tunnel, I guarantee you there's no light.
Please,
You may have the awesome rhymes
but they will only be worth a few dimes
You think you're awesome
but you're just a flower trying to blossom
This may make no sense,
Hot dog, chicken sauce, Sandwich,
but I don't care cause I wanna be a *****.
They call you a shark,
but you're really a guppy,
You may be dark,
But you're nothing short of a puppy,
I'll hug you,
squeeze you,
until you
POP
I'll just laugh my ass off
Yes your floor I just mopped
I'm drunk, you ****
I don't thnk that's really a duck
I don't hav to rym anymorr
I'm about to pas owt
but remember ya rapper
You're just a puppy
uofiugfitufhitcgvghivihgchgkhkgvgihvuglbhlb
When it comes to my performance in bed, I promise you, there's no other.
Need a second opinion? Quick, child, go ask your mother.
I'll admit, it's nice to finally have some competition,
but at the end of the day, I will have you beaten into submission.
Son, I OWN the door, it's my territory into which you are intruding,
you better step back now, or your life will come to a quick concluding.
You see, when it comes to rap, I truly am a master,
Any lyrical battle with me always ends up in disaster.
I know I'll be humiliated for life
But I don't care,
as long as I see you're blood drip
from my knife.
I don't care if I'll end up dead,
just as long as you see your girl
in my bed.
Triple X,
don't care if you're a master
Cause it sounds to me
that you just want to be a *******.
Wanna know where YOUR mom was last night?
Sucking my ****,
she didn't even put up a fight,
So Triple X,
how do you feel,
to have a worthy rival,
I'm stealing your thunder,
All the survival.
...
this must end...
stop...
you are just insulting one another...
it has gone to far...
stop...
now...
plea-......................................................................................................
...
this must end...
stop...
you are just insulting one another...
it has gone to far...
stop...
now...
plea-......................................................................................................
Err... I don't think anyone actually means a word of what they say here. At least, I sure don't. In reality, I'm a pretty nice guy.
I am watching ya all from the power socket,
how you gonna shoot me down if I guide the rocket?
Im blasting beats out that outdo Alestorm and Sabaton,
Your balls are TINY, mine weigh over a ton!
Copying work, dude, how pathetic
Your "big, big balls" are only theoretic
If I were you, I'd re-condsider rapping
Your mother****ing double-chins are overlapping.
The only reason that I copy a few things,
All original work would make you good for nothing,
I dominate this field of play, like Nazi Stealth Sniper,
Be off before my lyrics burn you up like a fire lighter.
If you try to beat me, be prepared to be DOMINATED,
I got raps that are not gonna ever be dead,
War never changes, unless its got the Fourth Reich,
You are all gonna be going down. BEITCH!
Beating you is too easy, it's never fun
Pack up your bag *****, I've already won
Gonna need a medic, for all these burns
And no one gives a ****, as the world turns
It's pretty easy to see that I'm dominating you
Now let's see how many kids can dominate you too.
Child, I won this thread ages ago; ask around, you'll see no protest,
because when it comes to the art of rapping, I simply am the best.
Like an nuclear explosion inside your brain, my flow will leave you senseless,
and when I get started, I never stop, bitches call me Relentless.
Beat after beat, line after line, nobody can escape my verbal barrage,
and after all is said and done, I drop the mic and vanish into the distance, like a mirage.
You say this thread should be abandoned,
Now why is that, fool?
You cannot rap for ****,
You just look like a damn tool
Let me ask you,
When did you last get laid?
"You haven't got no junk",
That's all she said.
You can't rhyme.
Now get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich.
Men, hold on to your women, for I'm pumping out straight lyrical sex.
You see, my lyrics definitely aren't for the faint of heart,
like a chainsaw to your chest, you'll quickly be ripped apart.
My words drip with lethal toxins and senseless violence,
leaving behind an endless sea of corpses and an eerie silence.
*****, I'm pure evil, my rhymes are bloody and dark,
in the realm of music, they call me the metaphorical shark.
If you're scared, little pussies, then run,
or I'll lock you up in my verbal cellar; you'll never again see the light of the sun.
Chained to a cement wall, crying and begging to be set free;
asking for mercy? Oh, please, you'll never get it from me.
I'm an addiction, but I'm far worse than cocaine,
once my rythm and beat start pounding, you'll never get it out of your brain.
You'll wander the streets of at night, desperate for your next fix,
up until you sling that .44 to your ear and hastily pump out all six.
I'm so dirty, I'm ****in' Triple-X-rated, my rhymes are radioactive,
they'll put you in a two year coma and leave your brain inactive.
Mess with the best, you better play your cards right,
because at the end of your tunnel, I guarantee you there's no light.
You may have the awesome rhymes
but they will only be worth a few dimes
You think you're awesome
but you're just a flower trying to blossom
This may make no sense,
Hot dog, chicken sauce, Sandwich,
but I don't care cause I wanna be a *****.
They call you a shark,
but you're really a guppy,
You may be dark,
But you're nothing short of a puppy,
I'll hug you,
squeeze you,
until you
POP
I'll just laugh my ass off
Yes your floor I just mopped
I'm drunk, you ****
I don't thnk that's really a duck
I don't hav to rym anymorr
I'm about to pas owt
but remember ya rapper
You're just a puppy
uofiugfitufhitcgvghivihgchgkhkgvgihvuglbhlb
Need a second opinion? Quick, child, go ask your mother.
I'll admit, it's nice to finally have some competition,
but at the end of the day, I will have you beaten into submission.
Son, I OWN the door, it's my territory into which you are intruding,
you better step back now, or your life will come to a quick concluding.
You see, when it comes to rap, I truly am a master,
Any lyrical battle with me always ends up in disaster.
I know I'll be humiliated for life
But I don't care,
as long as I see you're blood drip
from my knife.
I don't care if I'll end up dead,
just as long as you see your girl
in my bed.
Triple X,
don't care if you're a master
Cause it sounds to me
that you just want to be a *******.
Wanna know where YOUR mom was last night?
Sucking my ****,
she didn't even put up a fight,
So Triple X,
how do you feel,
to have a worthy rival,
I'm stealing your thunder,
All the survival.
this must end...
stop...
you are just insulting one another...
it has gone to far...
stop...
now...
plea-......................................................................................................
please..............................................................................................................................................................................................
Err... I don't think anyone actually means a word of what they say here. At least, I sure don't. In reality, I'm a pretty nice guy.
(falls unconscious)
Only leads to Pain and Misery
Sounds like my kind of game.
War is a fact of Life
don't refuse it, you can only accept it
Invite it in and let this power house get Crazy!
how you gonna shoot me down if I guide the rocket?
Im blasting beats out that outdo Alestorm and Sabaton,
Your balls are TINY, mine weigh over a ton!
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Your "big, big balls" are only theoretic
If I were you, I'd re-condsider rapping
Your mother****ing double-chins are overlapping.
All original work would make you good for nothing,
I dominate this field of play, like Nazi Stealth Sniper,
Be off before my lyrics burn you up like a fire lighter.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
'Makes yo Nazi Sniper weep with passion,
My fists be beatin'n smashin',
*****, I'M GREEN EGG'N HAMMIN'!
Somalia. Because it puts the ARRRR in anarchy! DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOH.
I got raps that are not gonna ever be dead,
War never changes, unless its got the Fourth Reich,
You are all gonna be going down. BEITCH!
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Pack up your bag *****, I've already won
Gonna need a medic, for all these burns
And no one gives a ****, as the world turns
It's pretty easy to see that I'm dominating you
Now let's see how many kids can dominate you too.
because when it comes to the art of rapping, I simply am the best.
Like an nuclear explosion inside your brain, my flow will leave you senseless,
and when I get started, I never stop, bitches call me Relentless.
Beat after beat, line after line, nobody can escape my verbal barrage,
and after all is said and done, I drop the mic and vanish into the distance, like a mirage.