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Philly fans go look at the Post Topic " Bring On The Hulk "
Notice after round 2 his screen name was outlined in chalk

My lyrics are the shit like cow feices
Hulk if you cut off my legs you still couldn`t de-feet-me

I guess its time I teach this kid back-to-basics Hulk you wack-and-wasted I bet half your ryhmes are hacked and pasted

My verbal array is more than enough to play you out
thought it would be more of a challenge , but after the 1st post you removed all doubt

I destroy ya lines faster then coke addicts w/wrecking balls
Leave you coughin like a sick kid with no halls
Ya flows flawed
Lyrics " malled "
Worse than teenagers
You getting hit on your hip, and you aint even got a pager

Are you back for more? I go away and log on to catch up, low and behold NoSkillz.
I'll be back next Friday. But here is one for you:

Why Skillz in lot still testing?

Didn't you learn from my last rap lesson?

Now we back for another battle session

Hulks rhymes get written down like old fables

Legendary- like Knights of the Round table

No its not Lancelot, its the the Lance of the Lot

5 time winner, in the number one slot

Don the yellow jersey, who can take my spot?

Hulk is always the leader in the rap race

These other rappers, minutes behind, they can never overtake

See your legs weary, sweat on your face

Your gasping for air, chest heavy, hardly can breath

Shoulders are burning, getting wobbly knees

But not Hulk, see me pushing up the hill

Another goes down, must be NoSkillz

Once again, you see who post the best time

Arm raised in victory, cross the finish line

Hulks on the podium, roses raised around

Hoist the winners trophy, cheers all abound

Champagne shower, chick on each limb

Outcome obvious, Hulk wins again.

Ok, kid I'm back. Do you wanna go first or shall I?

It don't really matter if I go last or first

When I'm finished, your gonna be in need of a hearst

These little rappers saying they killing me all the time

But I'm still standing like Elton John

Hulk nots retiring, I'm still in my prime

Like Optimus, its time to tranform

Show these little rap fakers that I'm out for war

Already turned green, ripped clothes on the floor

Why do these phonies keep f*ckin with the H?

Think they can beat me

They must be f*ckin with the H

How many more battle rap defeats will it take?

The next time you Rev. Hulk,
he'll be speaking at your wake

Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust

Try to come at Big Green, so he had to bust

Now your Mom's at the grave crying, saying R.I.P

Got your photo on t-shirt, saying "In Loving Memory"

Thats what happens when little chumps try to kill me

I tried to be nice, but you had a death wish

You were walking on two, now your carried by six

Told you Skillz, you could never outlast

Funeral over, throw the dirt on the casket.

I'm MC Stink and I'm here to speak.
To tell Hulk that his rap is weak.

His rhyming sucks.
because he fears the Bucs.

Let's hope his rapping don't pay the bills.
Because once again he lost to Skills.

More corny Buccaroos trying to put Hulk to the test

Got a 99 jersey, should be a jersey dress

I thought you listen to rock-a-billy

This battle between Big Green and Noskillz from Philly

You don't even get a zero, your in the minus

With your mullet hair-do like Billy Ray Cyrus

Please cooter, isn't it time to pick up your wife/sister

Your done with sheep, so I know that you miss here

Why are swishy pirates talking so much trash

No one fears punks in make-up that wear a pewter sash

Don't worry stink, Sept is almost near

Your team might have won, but that was last year

yall two little niggaz in a sandbox

years away from havin girls on ya jocks

it takes time to grow, it takes time to know

how to control the flow like a true maestro

so sit back and let the daddymac show yaaaaaaaah

how to bust flows like a true nigga soldyahhhhhh

let's set aside this eagle football shit

and focus on how to make a fuckin rap hit

clear your throat, and know what ya wrote

cuz in a battle there's no time for choke

wipe that look off your face, daddymac's in the place

i'm a dog, but my tail i don't chase

i'll slap a pink dick in your momma's face

before i bow down to some punk ass kids

who droolin over 50 cent MTV vids

nigga, dare to dream? bitch, dare to beam

my ass up scotty, ain't got no rap team

i stand on my own, and i own where i stand

whack ass fags with they dicks in they hands

Daddy? Mac? Aren’t you from Criss Cross?
Or you’re Johnathan from Who’s the Boss?
Lil’ bitch kid discovering some rhymes
Picked up watchin’ battle raps many times
I’m getting’ confused - new MCs come to bruise
they rap first to win but in the end they loose
you talk a buncha shit but got no direction
cept pockets of pills for your rhyme erection
put some rubber on your mouth for protection
think before your speak, get some introspection

are you really a dog? Well I’m a big cat
chasin’ down zebras and shit like that
quick with a rhyme or beat, yes I’m faster
yo, since you’re a dog, I’ll be your master
To potty? You’ll whimper. To rhyme? You’ll beg
I’ll grab the choke chain if you hump my leg
Still say you’re a dog? Can you lick your balls?
Is letting you off the leash against the law?
My rhyme’s about done, just one thing to say
What’s the number for the SPCA?
Get the fuck out mister rhyme polluter
Bob Barker just said to have you neutered

You can't beat the NJ, I thought I told ya

First it was level thugs, now its soldiers?

Come in the lot with nigga this and fag that

All you really did is get Big Green amped

Now gotta take ya to Sarge Hulk boot camp

So you tough, wanna talk smack?

Ok ladies, gimme a hundred jumping jacks!

Then I want 50 push-ups when your all done

When thats all over, we gonna do a 10 mile run

Thats right girls, get your face in the dirt

Sarge gonna show ya what it means to hurt

Even if you had 100 good post, you wouldn't be half of me

Hulk is 4 star, while ya'll R.O.T.C

We didn't even start, I'ma show you how to march

Its goes

left,

left,

left,right,left

You muthaf*ckers better keep in step

I'm only gonna tell ya one time,

so you better repeat every single line

"I don't know if you heard the news"

"But Hulk_NJ, he will not lose"

"Daddymac must be confused"

"Thats why he came in the lot for battle rap abuse"

Sound off:

1,2

1,2,3,4

Don't try to battle rap Hulk_NJ no more!

score an "A" for effort, funky four nine

but take that shit to the back of the line

cuz you know real niggas ain't got the time

to listen to your wanna-be beasty boy rhymes

yeah, i'm a dog, but go ask AN-GAY-LA

if your four-inch dick is enough to save ya

from losing your girl to the one rap savior

sloppy poppy cooch, that girl done played ya

we sat on the couch straight sippin the Dom

while your cracka ass worked on funky49.com

you know black boys love that sweet white tang

and your bitch comes back like a fuckin boomerang

stay out of my yard, cuz i'm a true nigga hard

thanks for the clothes i bought on yo credit card

*Zzzzzz*

Zzzzzzz? is that the best you can do?

i expected more from an african jigaboo

now come on black, you gotta try to represent

couldn't bust one rhyme in all that time you spent?

how about some more of that sound off bullshit?

1, 2

1, 2, 3, 4

fuck the back of the line, take that out the door

cuz that rap sucked, you sound like donald duck

cluckety, cluckety, cluck, tell me what the fuck

are you thinking when you try to bring that here

me and you? it's like headlights to a deer

got you frozen on the spot with those rhymes you got

you're a zero, bro, a big fucking goose egg

i tear your raps apart like you're uday and qusay

i'm out to lunch, but i won't be gone long

take this time to figure out where you went wrong

cuz when i come back, i'm a drop the big bomb

have your ass runnin like your name was saddam

sleep on that you fat, bald nigger

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, pop goes the trigger

Your weak, frankly you played yourself

I see this time your trying to battle without E.G's help

Jigaboo, where have I heard that before?

Please cous stop, you don't want no more

More cubicle gangsta's from T.B

Still waiting for the skills that you speak

Daddymac, I thought you were gonna make us "Jump"?

All your raps are basically junk

Your played out like Kriss Kross, I'm leaving you criss crossed

I flow smooth sailing like songs from Chris Cross.

Already told ya, not taking a loss

Wheres the big bomb at?

I think your a SCUD, all off target and mostly a dud

Hulk like a patriot, always hits his mark

This battle at over, we didn't even start

original or crispy, for here or to go

pull out my wallet, fork over the dough

rhymes startin to gravitate together

i only eat chicken without the feather

done with lunch and now it's time to go

gotta make hulk from joisey eat some crow

swipe my card, storming down the hall

belly's full, and now hulk's gotta fall

this rap thing ain't even a thing to me

this shit flows out of my mouth naturally

sittin at my desk feelin drowsy as hell

feels like high school, waitin for the bell

but this ain't no school boy altercation

i'm here to bust up a dirty ass haitian

truth be known, you ain't the one i'm after

funky is the one to be the source of my laughter

after i dispose of him and close out this chapter

i'll take a minute to throw a rhyme your way

like clint eastwood, i'll make your day

but until then, just keep your mouth shut

and lay low in your african tiki-hut

i'll call you out when it's finally your turn

and i'll show you how to make a mic burn

Damn, bring back Noskillz at least he was original

These little Buc rappers are simply pitiful

Jabs about Africa and Donald Duck

I knew it was you cause you rap about the same damn stuff

Blah blah blah- champagne I never drank

Blah blah blah-all this money I don't make

Blah blah blah-Hummers I never owned

Blah blah blah-cubicle gangsta still living at home

Let me take a wild guess you work in the IT department?

You wish you were a rapper and this is your only outlet

Try to at least flip styles like Free to fool the Hulk_NJ

I spotted that weak sh*t from a mile away

Look I gotta call, gonna put you on hold

Can't waste anymore rhymes on Tampa Bay trolls

LOL.

Uh-huh. Thats what I thought

To bad I was not here to teach daddymac a leason
But, I see Rev.HULK held church and took his confession

Acting all gangster but you really a clown
I seen you walking in south Philly with your chain tucked in and head down

HULK took it easy on you and left you shunned by the 700 community
But I aint gonna stop beating that ass til someone calls child cruelty

Go back and read your post..lol@ all your thug flaws
You couldn`t be a balla if you rapped to the beat of basketballs

You making me RESTLESS acting all YOUNG
You like a ghetto SOAP OPERA with all those gangsta lies you slung

Ut-Oh im heating up, time for destruction
Lets change are screen names you be McFAT and I`ll be DjLiposuction

Like that !!! Im taking you out
Go post a Skillz Vs.DaddyMac thread and show me what your about
StinkyPhilly just put $100 dollars on me for a 1 post knock-out

Be4 I bounce props to HULK and Funky49
Damn I wanted a peice of that clown come get me next time.

http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/star.htm


lol..check that out

We already saw it, it was in the Cool links thread in Concourse. Its still funny. What happened to you last week? Had to heal up from them battle rap beatings?

See, daddymac you leave me kinda puzzled
How you keep yappin’ even tho you’re muzzled?
Didn’t we send you to the vet for the snippin’?
Acid’s up in the chow, I guess you’re trippin’
Maybe you got rabies
or flea babies
Putting you down only way to save me
Chasing my Type-S bumper, silly dog
thinkin’ MTV rhymes can do me wrong
increasing the hits on my site, hey thanks
havin you as a fan is like money in the bank
are you wrappin’ your hoes in some of MY clothes?
Profits go
to my Polos
and my Four-Oh
One-kay, at the end of the day
I stretch and say I lived life my way
While on the highway you thumb for the truckers
Didn’t know Big Jeb was an ass fucker
You compliment him on the ass penetrate
On the interstate of the Keystone State
You’re heard over the CB radio
10-fo’, Your rhymes still shady yo
Next time don’t plead for the reach around
Finish yourself before Jeb pulls into town
Tossin’ you out the door, rhymin’ whore
Your ass bleeds now, not needed no more
Get your dogs to write your rhymes next time
And stay away from the pretend crimes

Mic's aren't the only thing burnin' in T.B

Heard ya'll the highest ranking city when it comes to V.D

Big Green so good should get a marble bust

Not Can-i-bus, but i can crush

Get my own coin "In Hulk We Trust"

I know you think that Hulks a deity

I come in the lot and flow so heavenly

Should be pearly gates to even get next to me

Keep teaching rookie rappers, might have to charge a fee

Your just jealous of the 700 crew

Wish the site is something you could do

The fact is, its the skills you lack

Hulk writes the rhymes, Funk lays the tracks

Thats rights keep watching vids on MTV

Maybe if your nice, we'll send you a autographed CD.

My bad bout last week....Long story short...I went to Charleston,S.C. on vacation and came home on probation

autographed CD?
I chuckle "hee hee"
make the bitch walk down to Sam Goody
or down to Painted Puppy to pick up my wax
ask for Funky49’s most recent track
it’s on MAFDDAP Records, did you forget?
I write the songs that make the girlies wet.

LOL, Skillz. A lil' trouble in the dirty south? I hope it didn't involve livestock.

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