I'm like Jay Z

Ok, Doc....


this rap stuff, I breathe it,I seep it man I love it
and if you say you're doing it, it means I've already done it
I'm so sick, so Doc, come and help me then
you're just an angry kid listening to way too much Eminem after turning his girl Lesbian
Your rap style reminds me of somebody like Kreayshawn
now watch my Pen sing, I call it Trey Songz
remeber there ain't no such thing as half way crooks
feck an earthquake,my flow makes the earthshake so you always stay shook

I think I'm perfect at this, it's like I can't be better
I'll leave you left back, just like Patrice Evra
you're faker than the stuff perpetrated in rick ross lyrics
no other option but you to quit, eboue is off limits
I know....my flow will put the reaper on you sonny
how are you trying to diss when Justin Bieber's on your money?
My flow is Viagra, that means there's more to come
come over here, I'm on my Scorpion



Look, I am the number one wordsmith, I'm past picture perfect,
A Kodac moment, If anybody around here owns it.
your entire world and moment is on my remote control list
After this I will be sure to PM you my condolence
They are going to remember this day, oh this glorious day
I here to show you the victorious way...you're a wannabe like what Victoria say....
you're lyrics are sweeter than a slush puppy
and you can't silence me, not even a hush from me

wait..you drop the ball like Robert green and cause a scene
you always like to say gay things with no pause between..you akward thing
Alright, nothing but perseverance took me this far
you feel nothing but envy whenever you look at this star
it's sad, you're mad my lines are you're next ringtone
I drop my shit randomly, call it tourette syndrome
I'm on a sweet rhyming spree, I don't freestyle for free
for even letting you rap I need my finder's fee
 
:lol:

You're clueless, I rule this
You babble like a brook
I sling bliss, not amiss
Deliver steady hooks
Brevity, the soul of me
Convince in little time
My shit's hot and yours? not
I deliver slicker slime
The guest that never leaves
You're like a fetus in this thread
I'm performin' rap abortion
Give me suction, now you're dead
The real truth, I'm not aloof
Proof to pudding, y'all will see
Pretenders tender bids for cash
I drop my hits for free
 
I feel like I'm going through a mid life crisis, without actually knowing what mid life like is
because my flow will leave all rappers in the mid-night lifeless
punchline delivery conveys a midwife likeness
stomping all over your verses with my mid-size nik-es
and I'm still searching for where my miss right, right is
maybe she's in my past saying I miss my highness
and I still stay fly even when I miss my flight this
doesn't make sense Doc so let me spit my science!

it's over, it's you've obvious been playing the wrong games
you've gone from hero to zero, just like Lebron James
you can't see me, like banned TV
I've won so many times I'm thinking can't he read?!
so please pay homage to me touching the hall of fame
and I will pay honours to you and your recent entry to the wall of shame
I need to be treated for my realness, man your rival is the sickest
lyrical exercise.....survival of the fittest


That's food for thought, I hope you ain't bulimic
angry because I haven't said anything you ain't agree with
It's not my fault you're the biggest vagina in the world
I'm on my 8701 shit....you remind me of a girl
so go and tell me what the lick read?
life's a bitch, better duck when that chick bleeds
they should have warned you before this actually unfurled
man I'm feeling good, I'm planking on the world
 
Big him up, check it out as Boss sings mirror, mirror on the wall
Of course, you know there is no need for me to heed that call
Slicker, slyer, cooler, flyer I'm bringing' what you need
Suckle, baby, suckle..my dick's the teat from where you feed
It's over, as I lay beats from left to right and up and down
Strictly business when I'm in this, no I don't tarnish my crown
A light speed trip is what you'll need to escape from my scriptures
Go on home, roam, pick up the phone tell E.T. to come get ya
All that I've done is show the truth, your style's tired and tasteless
Yet here we post, and watch you boast so hollow and so baseless
Ever since I'm in this game I'm always on the top
Read it and weep, lil' Boss Peep, a favour please just stop.
 
Read it and weep? you mean see it and sleep
I eat pussys like you for dinner, best believe I'm a freak
any poster can get it because I need to release
I've never seen somebody so proud to win G of the week,
I ain't talking about 'gangster', you're on your 9th life, I'll end ya
I'm at the crib still stacking paper like Jenga
I heard for your birthday you spent money on getting a clue
then how come even Cher Lyod can spit better than you?
friverlous funky fantastic rapper right here
feck elm street, I'm a constant nightmare
I'm taking over the game and I've made it quite clear
no listerine, your flow's so mister Bean
my lines is more addictive than krispy kreme,
you're always telling me how much you love my shit
outside my house 2 in the morn saying ' give me more of it......i'll suck yo' dick!!!'
woahhhhhhhhh, I don't roll that way, Doc be cool!!!
you can't buy class.... even though you flopped pre school
You....see I'm monumentally wrecking you D
a Toast............... to your involuntary celibacy
 
style biter, and no you can't beat me because you haven't bettered me. witness:

Kid, what on earth, you read my last verse?
I slayed and played you like a crossword
Herein I’ll begin to feck you
Like I feck minds or I feck hot birds
Intently, never gently
Smack your cheeks and make you hurt
Until you’re spent, your tank on empty
Then flip you over, stuff your turds
Exclaim my name, “ooh, Dr. Dwayne!”
Love Doctor, you can rest assured
Sweet e-freak from east Toronto
Kick the greatest rhymes that you never heard
Pimpslap lil’ whores slingin’ on my keyboard
So fine online, leave your vision blurred
Get lost, Boss, log off ‘cause if I have to floss
Undeterred, concur that I’m preferred
 
I deliver the lyricism that's needed to save the nation, say I mention?
No I don't want your money but you really need to pay attention
you must be fat as feck the way you always take the cake an
you must be crazy the way you try to claim to slay him
My raps's euphoria, you know a great sensation
I'm taking you back to class, call it late detention
you sucked cock to get out of it, now that's what you call saved by the bell
but that's between me and you man, I ain't bout to tell....wait..

I run this bitch, everyone but you can see that
You claim to rep T dot but you only rep T-Bag
I have you dribbling all over the place, real messi like
man my shit is about to get real dark, bitch, wesley snipes
I have you soaked from verses, have you change colour like what Sammy Sosa's 'cursed' with
You comit crimes so you can drop the soap on purpose
Damn,you should have listened the first time I told you quit
here's a bar...this ain't high jump but get over it
 
The cipher’s like the ring, ya need to do more than act camp
And talk 'bout how you want me to suck your dick, to beat the champ
You’re living in a fantasy if you think a victory
Could be forthcoming, you can’t match me oratorally

Called out for your wack style, you changed it up, became a biter
But you can’t imitate my verses because I’m the better writer
The script’s like this, you swing and miss, drop names looking for clout
Eight bars just like eight counts, you’re on the canvass and you’re out
 
Flying kicks to the chest, man I'm on my Liu Kang
staple your arsehole shut and feed you indian buffets, man I'm on my Wu Tang (I'm not doing the stapling)
I'm only used to doing the things that you can't
you can hear it on your radio, it's all over the news stands
you must be on your period again, yawn....huge cramps
I really wish you would stop flossing with those food stamps

My lyrical miracles, you can't toy with
man you LOVE my style, you're on that fan boy shit
to silence me, you'll need a nation, you'll have to kill me
who's the greatest to ever do this? Boss, Pac and Biggy
none of your lines are memorable, I'm sorry they ain't clever
while I keep coming up with the unexpected like Manny losing to Mayweather

it's an easy choice, that doc boy failed
begging me to stop, conversing with my voice mail
 
You can’t diss my style, it’s ethereal, classic
Dudes read my flow and they puke, yeah it’s that sick
Thinkin’ that you’re better than me, you’re high on ketamine
I bounce dudes like trampolines, burn on fools like gasoline

No need for any pauses and no needless drama
No ellipses, eclipse this? It’s fatter than your mama
Cause and effect, deal in it like a card deck
My science is tight, like that noose around your neck

Your presence is invisible, your rhymes are so predictable
I’m invincible on principle, Boss it’s so despicable
That you got the audacity to question my MC'ing veracity
Say goodbye to your pride witness another rhyming rhapsody

We know what’s ‘bout to happen it’s the same old story
Boss to come back touting his own brand of glory
You bore me, implore me to admit my defeat when
The truth is I’m ruthless and I’ll never be beaten
 
Doc why do you even spend so much time damaging my name?
Even Robbie knows I'm the biggest savage in the game
your credibility reminds me of your missus, you're mad that it ain't came
You're nothing but a target, and I'm slowly practising my aim

I make you turn red, like rapping with the game
it isn't christmas yet, but I'm wrapping up the game
yes I rhymed it twice, please do not rile me
oh wait you've got to go? Clean up on aisle three?

Wait..I'll make the blood rush to your head like a handstand
like djokovic, you can get served with the backhand
trying to chat up girls saying 'this one time at bandcamp'
check out my wardrobe, more kicks than van dammeeeee

Ok I admit that last line was played out like high tops
I'm so ahead of time, while you steadily rewind clocks
my flow is straight nasty like two girls and a slime cup
you can't beat the records I set...it's over.... time's up....

watch the throne? nah I'm sitting it on it
check out the crown, oh it fits me don't it?
so laid back, that boy boss is going fishing on this
I don't need no hooks, but my lines will sink you, won't it?
 
Throw out your rhyme book Imma stifle your brains
My shit’s tight and yours trife, nah you ain’t got no game
Need so much help to battle that you’ve got to drop names
Of peeps you ain’t even know and that’s a god damned shame
If you want to write fiction well that’s all too easy
Dude, you’re a noob need to be banned by jveezy
Or moses, just know this I’ll wear you out like fly kicks
Slice you like bread, snuff you out like a wick
Dice you like a crap game in a Worthington shed
‘Cause I spit out a constant stream of hot, hot lead
And I can do it all day and all night and all year
I’ll do it for a spliff and a bottle of beer
You do it for recognition you desperately crave
‘Cause you’re used to mo’ ridicule like a jester or knave
While I rhyme like Jesus and I’m ready to save
Dr. Dwayne in the frame and I’m here to entertain
Baby give it up you ain’t got the right stuff
Stand and trade verses but it won’t be enough
Like an old school classic I’m too hype to compare
Brutal hip-hop master with the verbal massacre
 
I'm like a pussy with a code, you can't feck with..
wait....start again


They keep calling me crazy, so I guess I'm crazy then
I'll have you up against the wall like an ATM
you keep talking shit, so i guess the acronym is ass to mouth
I'm the topic of every conversation, the person everybody asks about

Let us make this interesting, you're faker than wrestling
you're a complete sell out like a new york jets game
you've landed in deep shit, feck what you've stepped in
I'll beat you like Tekken, straight teach you a lesson

the fact is you couldn't walk a single mile in my Nik-es
you really need to do the right thing like Spike Lee
like dropping a call on tyson, just hang up the mic
your shit doesn't make sense, like banging a dyke
or the London Riots which is nothing but opportunistic bunch of violence
no real message behind like the Arab uprisings


This may be the weakest rap I've spit, but I'm staying golden
I'll never drop the ball.... even playing bowling
Tell Jayz and Mr West I'm fecking up the throne
No choice but to credit me, like topping up your phone
 
Wow, you don’t get it do you? judgment's been writ
I’m on top, so hot and your lines ain’t wicked
“They call me Boss, I’m so great I’m like so many things”
You’re an arse dear Boss, and I’m pounding your ring

Just walk away now before you drop more shite
Stop the spam raps, man and the Doc just might
Let you live on and prosper with all the shit that you’ve learnt
After repeatedly stepping to me to get burnt

I mean how long can you going on wit’ your prewrote raps
You need a studio audience and some canned hand claps
You’re so fake with the boasts, nursery rhyme posts
A problem guest on overstay, incredulous hosts

So pack it up go on lace your shoes and start running
'Cause next time I come back you’re in for serious gunning
M4, deuce-deuce and my two forty-fives
Dead aim, Dr. Dwayne, cold kickin’ it live
 
Boss said:
I'll give it to you Doc, you're very good.
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You as well Boss, you brought out the best in me in ways the caf's not managed in an age. I had lots of fun and your rhymes made me laugh out loud at times.
 
I met Adexkola one way, in a new york subway
he was preoccupied inserting objects in the wrong way
I was like what's wrong hey!, are you even going to pause that shit?!
I never knew you were....he screamed back 'you always did!!'
ain't this some akward shit....I was like, ok for real....for real?
them objects are bigger than shaquille o'neal
ok I'll batttle you, if you would stop that streak
he looked over his shoulder, 'Dj drop that beat!!'
which was weird, but the random lad started boom boxing
Adex dropped the few props an, his rhymes were a huge problem
I couldn't compete, his flow was priceless
so I left him.....to his own devices..

damn
 
It's 'I never knew you were' not 'I never knew you was'.

Rap.
 
That's Kurt Cobain's wife isn't it?

Her band was called 'Hole'. Heh
 
I feel numb, no emotion when I battle against lost ones,
talking all that shit like thats the place he came from,
you a sweet talker, smooth bitch, I leave pretty talkers toothless,
leave me to my devices, shits priceless, the same device to make you lifeless,
now you feel numb, no emotion, brain disengaged so now he a fear one,
adrenaline lyrics, when it starts to reach that level, you don't want to hear it.
 
Hectic, I'll leave you breathless, in the hole, no courtney love
young with a mindset of fourty plus, I body any beat call the coroners
go against me, you must be mentality deranged
I'm the baddest MC in the game, you clicked the recyle bin and started emptying your brain
your flow is toothless like it came with dentures
when I was born my dick was eighteen inches, I've been on great adventures
I bring the business to your office, don't change extension
who's the greatest of all time? It's my name they mention
Let me dust the summer off, the winter's mine....
When I woke up I was at the finish line
The hungriest MC....dinner time....
man I'm all that...Amanda Bynes
Yes I used her in my rap, and still looked like a Boss
before I even said anything, you looked like you lost
your lyrics are fabricated man you look like you're ross
these rappers aren't eating, man they look like they're moss
I destroy any lyricist but I've always meant well.....
fly off in big choppers...call it Estelle
your flow needs crutches because that shit sounds crippled
I'll expose you, like Janet's thick round nipple
with no star on, tell drake I'm so far gone
man I'm all about my green, I never mo that lawn
 
Understood, but let me step above that and elevate the situation,
mirror-rap to make you face facts even though I understand your frustration,
it must be hard to live life scarred, looking how you do and being how you are,
I understand cousin, females be frontin moving in circles around your circumference,
when your people would rather leave you than accept you as an equal,
I see how it is, so I understand the raps, the name boss and the whole stage act,
an escape from the situation, an end to the equation, a permanent vacation,
but its not your vocation, im close to the game but on the real you are no relation.
you feel it now, feel the escalation, deeper shit, this aint for silly bitches playing,
no gimmick raps and cheap quips for quick claps, but hard shit to disable all targets.
And with that ill leave you with a reminder, in the long term there are no short-timers,
or half-assed rhymers with lame one liners who spin tales but forget that their spineless.
 
every poster can get destroyed who wants it, I'll diss all of you e-diots
I've got the audacity to tell David I'm Victoria's secret
Boss is not a gimmick or an act, it's just the truth homy
while your lines are sci fi, every bar's a new story
I was born in the storm, nothing pretty around me
The city around me, had these shitty surroundings
I had to find a way out, the steak house, because I'm so ambitious
It's why I'm ruthless on the microphone, even Sid still knows I'm vicious
you see, life is a bitch and I'm just trying to make sense of her
if wisdom was only age, I swear I will be a pensioner
you can't disable my target because I simply can't be seen
I only spit the hard shit that will have you shaking like a tambourine
you can't compete with me, I see the envy, it's obvious you're mad I'm ill
I heard you toss salad still, and have your way with vagisil
My flow is razor sharp, it will dissect your guts
you rap what you see in movies, no director cuts
you see this battle is piss easy, you can call it weak kidneys
the only way you're close to the game is when you plug in your 360
 
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