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Jazzy Julie vs. fan 4ever


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Don’t know how I got here, I wonder the same thing,

Not seen me since the fast round, what more can I bring?

Will you bail out like hero, too scared to face it,

Your ass whooped by a girl, get out just incase it,

Makes you look dumb, your ego I will erase it,

Don’t save your best line for me, coz then you’ll just waste it.

I'm waiting for the gay line, go on call me a dyke,

You have an obsession, is what it seems like.

Coz all you write is trash, can't seem to keep it clean,

Stinks like your underpants, have they seen a washing machine?

I admit that was childish, should act like i'm 23,

But you still need to ask your mum when you gotta go pee.

Uh oh the mum line takes it below the belt,

Where were you when the decent penises where dealt?

Now twice below the belt, that’s the most action you’ve seen,

I'm starting to act obscene, with this crazy rhyme scheme.

Think i'm treating you mean? I think i'm going lightly,

If I had a choice I’d kick your ass daily and nightly.

Coz u think you’re a knight but you came with no armour,

“This chicks going crazy will nobody calm her?”

Accused of biting that was a total accident,

Just coz I beat em’, sayin’ I’m cheating and I didn’t.

Many have tried to stop me, but most have failed,

I beat them so bad, either that or they bailed.

Will you choose to face me, run away or be killed,

Your like a piece of meat, flip you over and be grilled,

Grilled up like Mike Jones, who is fan4ever?

They’ll all forget you and I’ll go on forever.

I feel bad for doin this to you, at this time of year,

All your hopes of being a rapper will now disappear,

No car, no money, no deal and no cheap thrills,

Go ask Santa for a present ask him for some rap skills.

(request, if this goes on over christmas can we take christmas day out of the 2 day limit please.)

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Gather around, friends and foes, punks and hoes

I’m about to destroy Julie, this is how the story goes

I read your rhymes and those lines were unbearable

Even a retard could tell that your bars are just terrible

Why are you acting like you’re the finest

When everyone knows that this girl is spineless

I’m wondering what pills you are on

You must be having a bad trip cause those rhymes were all wrong

I ain’t even trying to come strong, nursery rhymes would do

Cause face it, it doesn’t take much to murder you

I should be humble though, I’m battling a celebrity

Cause “The Girlie Had a Mustache” was all about Julie

You have a wack flow it’s unbalanced like asymmetry

You try and mimic me, but unlike you I have my anal virginity

What’s up with all the below the belts references?

You mad cuss real guys don’t put you in their preferences

I’ve seen your picture Julie, the one with the large dog

Beauty and the beast, and the beauty was the damn dog

If I was a punching bag, you still couldn't hit me

You have less of a chance than a blind man drunk on whiskey

I don’t need no car, no money, no deal, I got this **** locked

You're only alive because your daddy’s condom popped

I’ve got a question Julie, and try to give an honest answer

How come you look so white, you suffering from cancer?

You always mention that you’re a girl, what’s up with that

Are you uncomfortable about your sexuality cause boobs you lack?

I could battle you all day, it’s no biggie for me

See you’re twenty-three but that underpants line reminds me, you’re still in your puberty

I’m slaughtering you so brutally, my rhymes hit you so physically

What you lack is personality and the entire female sensuality

I’mma rest my mind for a minute, I’m done dissin

If you ever have a break-out performance it's cause of your acne condition

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Wow this punk showed up just a little bit late,

Shame a decent comeback he couldn’t demonstrate.

Same old lines, he lacks originality,

Now watch some real Julie brutality.

He thought he had it, but I gave him a shock,

Your race to the finish line I will surely block.

See what I mean he has to come across crude,

Talking about my boobs, can you believe this dude?

I talk about being a woman coz I find it amusing,

It annoys most men I beat em and often bemusing.

You hate to be loosing, so you got desperate,

Came up with all that crap coz you got less wit.

Got more flow than a girl that needs ultra sized sanitary towels,

You sound like your rhymes came from deep within your bowels.

Man I can smell it from here, what you pulled out just reeks,

Lets talk about photos, looks like you ain’t washed your hair in weeks,

You didn’t get what you asked for, no rap skills from Santa,

I could sit here all day with back and forth banter.

Come at me with all you got, nothing will affect me,

Im a strong women, so for the winner they elect me.

You think your all that just bcoz you beat brakes,

Gonna have to come stronger with me coz that’s what it takes.

I don’t care what language you speak I got this for Britain,

Forget Shakespeare, this is the best stuff ever written.

Imma do you like Macbeth, gonna get beheaded,

Nervous about this, yeah this is what you dreaded.

Almost over, sorry about the slow death,

Can’t wait for your reply, sounds of the last breath.

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Here I go again, with the flow again

Can’t believe I have to slap this hoe again

You’re not on my level, accept the facts

Neither were Pakalicous, Brakes or Shnazz

Reading your childish rhymes make eyes hurt

What are you doing Julie? This aint Cartoon Network

This must be amateur night and Julie is on the mic

I’ll have to set you straight like Tina got from Ike

I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met me yet

Your rhymes sound like something a drunken Britney Spears said

What’s that smell? Oh it’s the smell of your defeat

I'm so ill and elite like a Hilton Presidential suite

It’s easy for you to say you’re the ****

Cause you got the style and smell that comes with it

I admit, it took me some time to write

But unlike you I have a social life

Do you feel the cuts of my lyrical knife

I’m starting to “Own” you like me first name was “Clive”

I control this battle, you can call it a wrap

This bitch is recycling rhymes, that Santa line is still wack

I think you and Lerkot would get along nice

You got the same toenails and could share head lice

Like Harris Publications, this girl got issues

Stop crying Julie, give this brat some tissues

I light you up like the wick that's on a candle

I’m going out of my mind, I’m too much to handle

I’m so hot even on my wackiest days

I’ll heat you up, spin you around, call me a microwave

Women emancipation aint nothing but a joke

You need a rich guy in your life, else you were broke

I’m about as Cool as J, but I have to let you know

This time I’m Canibus and it’s Second Round K.O.

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