hdub:
i been rising faster than jacko’s dick in a schoolyard
my strato-spits leave behind bastards-- ric you just drool hard
i school ‘tards— you my newest special victim
laying down the law i orders up slick twisted rhythyms in written
i’m more sick than sodomy- kidding??-- he’s gotta be!!-- i shock ric- lobotomy!!
there isn’t- no topping me- dub’s ripping-- unstoppably
i’m spitting sweeter than filling, killing his chances like poverty
don’t bother me-- i seen too much of ya ric-
been feeling amiss since hitting your ‘click wit’ them pics of ya tits!!

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PEEP THIS!!!!!! ^^^^^^^^^

then ask yourself this question:
which one of his boys took that shot of ric in the fleshin’??
just guessing- truly doubt it was a chick-
he’s never been alone wit’ a bitch ‘cause ric looks like a twix!!
a stick!!- light weight in life and in posts
ric’s toast wit’ no votes- vanishing quicker than ghosts
i hosts wit’ the most **meaning MC superior**
grab this joke by his throat, expose boasting exteriors
get his second neck broke- i rock, from tops to posteriors
no motives ulterior- i’m aiming straight at the crown
i faced the best in each round- and i’ve knocked them all down
like bobby brown- i make messes of divas
rics newest pose?- frown!!- so hot, spit the essence of fever
once the most hated in town- now dub’s found him believers
sharper than cleavers wit' more bite than a beaver
i stay giving young bucks growing pains like them seavers
get medals gold like retrievers- ric gets nothing but bronzed
i’m cooler than fonz- leave him froze and conned like billy d did wit’ han
the tourney’s don- running shit like i’m gotti
now on to round four!!- yo!- beam me up scotty!!!!


MiracleRic:
“fathers day”


I got ya card this weekend
It read: “yea dad, I know I was weak then…
But u gave me the building blocks
And now im considered real skilled with drops
And even tho u killed me pops
I still feel ya style is more ill then a million pox
U make me feel brilliant, hot,
And yet small and chicken
I know u the most raw with writtens
Battling u twice is tryin to quickdraw with mittens
Why should the king of the jungle brawl with kittens
But in case u spit a verse of heat and win,
At least don’t say hearse or skeet again”

Aint that cute aus? But duke lost,
and there’s no time for breadcrumbs
its time for bed son, cause as soon as this web’s spun
Miracle will turn past cats from flashbacks into red rum
its over…kill like rocky part 5,
i was proud I could give my seed an archive
but enough with this hallmark vibe…
The board wonders why u even bothered to show
I God-fathered ya flow, steez, and rhyme scheme,
Im king! And nine fiends wouldn’t vote against
Me if u offered em free coke and visine
Along with hints of god’s schemes
My illness has no cure, meds, pops a purebred
Ive got the game sown up, ive even improved ur threads,
U all grown up, but a vet with ric’s calm text
Knows how to avoid an Oedipus(s) complex
First time u lost, hunter coerced voting…
This time, its cause u lack punches that’s worth quoting