ANT the RANT Brass Knuckle Poets Society's blog: "Words"

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I DIDNT KNOW WEEZER DROPPED THEIR LEAD SINGER YOU AND YOUR BOYS ARE DEAD RINGERS CALLIN ALLIK YDAL THE GRAVE DIGGER BET LET EM PUFF UP AND GET A LITTLE BIGGER 17 SHOTS GOTTA SCARE THEM NIGGAS FOR REAL PHX STIL THE BEST I ROLL WITH THUGS I NEED NO VEST LYRICALLY GIFTED WHEN I HIT THE INSTRUMENTAL I LEAVE EM STIFFENED OH NO LADY KILLA IS THE ONLY WITNESS I GET UP IN EM TO QUICKLY NEVER KNOW NEVER GROW WESTSIDE PARADISE FOR SHOW

The Shining^TM - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

'too' quickly... not 'to' quickly. Go to school and come back when you're literate... wow. Dog... for real...? After all that talk... that's what you crapped out?

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omg you found a typo you should work for someone who gives a shit

ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

"lyrically gifted" this loser claims, the shit I delete could blow this dude's brains. I don't know whether to laugh or correct the lang, Sarcasm - "son, you spit hot flame..." remove the F for your grade, what's left for you, is... lame. You couldn't rep half of a shit stain, where the fuck is hick from? ...Maine? You're on some nursery-school shit from the rhyming yard, lady-killer swore to life, he was rhyme'n hard, with that "rawr-rawr, I'm a rhymin star", bitch couldn't even spit 5 bars. You want to fuck with me and mines, then get a ghost-writer, or at least get to tryin' harder. Glasses son... it means I am smarter. You're like dry leaves, to a fire-starter. The BK team's complete, we hold the deed and the charter, shepherds to you sheep- have you beat, screaming "Peace" like Jimmy Carter, we pay no heed, roll up the sleeves and make you leave a martyr...

Fucking weaksauce hombre.... come by anytime to get them panties pulled down dun-dun. HAHAHA

ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

A...typo? Your whole state of being is in error papadopoulos. Make your little status faggotries like the groupie dyke you are. Not even on my worst day could you even hope to bask in my shine. How's it feel to *know* you are so...much...fucking...weaker...? I bet it stings.

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lmao that shit is WEAK man for real u and ur posse have no right to claim shit haha im still laughing in your face bitc

ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

You're just too stupid to know the difference... Mine = how it's done.... yours... jokes.

Outclassed... by so much... and too stupid to shut the fuck up... I love it. Talk down little hater, talk down.

Bless us with some more of that goof-troop gift-of-gab you got... let's make this a Saturday Night Live skit...

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wow your ego is a trip man like your superior your some net geek that that thinks he can flow i keep it real always lets go live i got beats and a mic RELENTLESS

and you and your homies pointing out my mispelled and inproper punctuated terms proves your a fucking net geek hahaha

ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

Hahaha holy fuck... Walmart greeter = your future.

You could of asked and I would of told you I was a "net geek". I am educated and I work in technology.

Seriously, I am embarrassed FOR you and your "inproper punctuated terms"

Improper; with a fucking M you goon.

Also, You Are or You're

Audiogasm

check it out, it's Joe Somebody.

ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

LOL right????

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oh hi, lemme take a sec to dot yer eye, and lemme cross a t while ya try to step to me, ya see, heres the thing, the flavor that i bring comes with a slight sting, im bruising e's g's and o's, with every single flow, yer like ass's n elbows, biting pillows like a hoe..you seem pretty slow, lemme break it down like so...the T stands for tenacity when im swelling to capacity, Ezy's how i make it cause it is, and it has to be,

A can formally take the place of Assholes coming after me, C is for the craft that i crafted here so masterfully, H is for you haters, cause yer hatin and im laughin B...steppin to some knuckles only gonna end in a tragedy...(lemme flip it for you) so know you see how i did that?..minus the "im hella big" rap, never did i mention being a thug or a strap, hip hops not really all that..im just spittin a couple facts while you render a bad act...you aint a villain or livin in ALL CAPS...

ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

.....BOOM. Service the versus with verses, got em nervous, the jerk is jerkin in circles, I work this, with purpose, leave this puss bitch purple, my pitch, push limits, buttons and penmanship, to whip a misfit who talks shit, like he's somethin- but he ain't it. My BK delegates, we run thick, you delgado delicate, slim fit, I drink your milkshake, like Daniel Day Lewis- There Will be Blood in it, Punch holes in you all day, so you can stay fluid. The flow is lucid, your style is old and putrid, we fold big billfolds, yours is velcro, hasbro, with play dough with a 3 year old unused condom in it... step your game up. I'm in an other continent, condominium, comfortable in it, cumin inside my miss, asiatic princess with a kungfu grip. I clown you, and you don't say shit, looks like the clown just came to grips. Like I said before, you should be shamed for the way you spit. Little bitch.

The Shining^TM - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

Wow... The way you bastardize rap is fuckin' pitiful, simply sick like an anemic, but with less mineral. You're tamperin' wit' a nail-bomb; translation: it's situation critical. I could slap you wit' a riddle or a Springfield, and make my illness really fuckin' literal. I'm Chinese torture techniques; A THOUSAND WAYS TO GET AT YOU. You all surface, like a bitch's orgasm, when it's clitoral. You little pussy - I'll beat you blue, make you squirt and hand you a tissue. I think of 'faqggot' and all I do is picture YOU. I'm the G up in the spot, and eatin' pussy is my ritual. You little genie - I'll make you famous, like your little wish'll do. Stay in your bottle, you're not even worthy of my ridicule. You're like Mrs. Peacock, but too retarded to get a CLUE. You little virus. I blocked your style, when I was vaccinated for swine flu. You're lookin' for weakness? Well, you betta' keep diggin', dude. You're water wings to a maelstrom, and I'm hella handy wit' the harpoon. You think you 'lyrical??' I think you just need to go school. Class is in session, and I'mma teach you the definition of TRUE. I'm Egoiste, you smell worse than Brut. As matter fact, after I read your shit, I went into my bathroom and puked, after I laughed at you.

Lady Killa wears a helmet and sucks his drool up with a straw...

The Shining^TM - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

I write flows, like the illegitimate son of BT, while I sing along N-Harmony, listening to NKOTB, drinkin' Labatt Blue Beer, wishin' it was a 40 of OE, wishin' I was on Section-8, tellin' the internet I'm a retiree. I yell out 'WEST-SIDE,' even though I smoke Canadian weed. I think I have Tourrette's, and sometimes I wonder if my shoes are on the right feet. I know it ain't cool to lie, but 'Ey,' lyin's me. I shoot niggas wit' the 12-gauge, on GTA, pretendin' I'm in the Street. I'm really a vegetarian and I love the syrup from VT, because it make me feel eleven again, and it's even sweeter than me. The killa's will believe I'm a carnivore, if I tell 'em I eat meat. I take it one step further, check-one-two-three, NIGGA ILL POPPA CAP, NIGGA ILL MAKE YOU BLEED NIGGA ILL RUN OVER YOU LIKE TURF UNDER A PAIR OF NEW CLEATS NIGGA I STILL TOUCH THE STOVE EVEN THOUGH IT RADIATES HEAT. See this hat cocked to the side? It doesn't even rep a team. I can't claim allegience, 'cause I'm lost - I can't even find 'me.' I saw a pack of beasts, as across my page, they streaked - they looked really cool, like they had more heart than a beat. Their click mentioned poetry, somethin' about BKP. But I was too illiterate to bite their style, even though they schooled me for free. I tried to get 'put on,' you know, like Young Jeez, but they said I was too commercial, and somethin' about learnin' how to read. One of 'em was shining so bright, so bright I couldn't see. He mentioned somethin' 'bout a Springfield, but I think that'd be to heavy for me.

The Shining^TM - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

I hold no respect for white cats who say 'nigger.' Cat's who get ripped apart behind their backs like, 'this fuckin' wigger.' I get called that too, but I walk the line like Johnny Cash, 'cause my brain is bigger. I maintain this sick main frame, wit' the knowledge I'mma heavy-fuckin'-hitter. You just a minnow on my line, I'll eat you for dinner. I'll eat your mammy for a snack, and facebook her blue ribbon - 'best in show,' after I make her pussy twitter. You on myspace, tryna' get up in my house, when you belong in the outhouse? You were made for the shitter. This faggot wanna hate on my shine, but go figger. I'll bite your fuckin' face off, I don't even need a trigger. My fangs are white gold - you think you rock a fly chain? That shit is silver. You fuckin' turtle - I'll discipline you like I was Splinter. Call me Sensei, you coward - I come wit' styles on time, like they delivered. I'm vital to survival, like the Nile river. I'll piss you off like a sliver. I'm so fuckin' cold, if I lived in Maine in the winter, I'd go shirtless and not even shiver, lyrics like a Pullitzer-prize-winnin'-Messianic-forgiver, who loads cough up in his Swisher. I shine mercurial, Silver-Surfer-style, but I'm a hell of a lot quicker. They call you, 'White Mike?' Nah, they call you White Boy. I make make 'em call me Mister. You call yourself a 'Killa?' I refer to you as blister.

LE'BAT

Looks like somebody doesn't have enuff flava to be all over the Interweb! ENTER THE NINJA! Brass Knuckle for life BAAAAAAAABY!!!!!(reference to a garbage emcee, cringe worthy video on youtube)

The Shining^TM - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

You gon' wake up to Brass Knucks, like an alarm clock. Fuck a nightmare on Maine street, it's daymare on Westblock. You got ass-fucked on our watch. You're a pussy-hole... and we're a click a hard cocks. I'm still sober off a half-pint of hard scotch. This is Frisco - I wear stainless steel, I don't rock a swatch. I don't walk, I fuckin' MARCH, like own the Bay, and my yacht don't a need dock. Fuck wit' me and you gon' need a doc, like Captain Kirk needed Mister Spock. I'll do you like Homie the Clown and slap you wit' a hollow-tip sock. I chase my Jameson wit' 'caine, just to see how fast I can talk. I free-style wit' strangers, and sport a mohawk, like I listen to rock. It's music to my ears when I marry the clip to the butt of my Glock. I was raised in the 'Sco - you think I'm a force to be mocked? You cartoon. I'm immune, to earthquakes and after-shocks. I'll pick apart your defense, like a rogue picks apart a lock, open up your stomach just to untie the knots and come back for seconds, just in case I missed a spot, leave coins on your orbits like the Boondocks and scalpel your third eye with aequitas veritas...

The Shining^TM - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_vDz6r7ICI

I'M FROM THE LEFT COAST, THE BAY, FRISCO... THEY CALL IT SAN FRAN. TRYNA' FLOW WIT' YOU, IS LIKE TRYNA' TEACH CALCULUS TO A CAVE MAN.

I COULD TEACH YOU TO USE A BLOW TORCH, BUT YOU'RE STILL TRYNA' MAKE FIRE, WHILE YOU KNEELIN', WIT' YOUR HANDS... WIT' STICKS AND A HUNDRED-AND-FIFTY-THOUSAND YEAR-OLD PLAN. HOMO-IGNORAMUS, ON MY DICK LIKE A GAY FAN.

YOU'RE A SINNER AND A HO' - YOU NEED TO GET SAVED, MAN. I'M LIKE JESUS CHRIST, IN A LOTT JERSEY AND TIMBERLANDS, PREACHIN' FISHERS OF MEN TO MARY MAGDELIN. I'M BILL WALSH, JERRY RICE, ROGER CRAIG, PLUS THE QUARTEBACK. I WAS NAMED AFTER THE LION'S DEN, PLEASED TO BLESS YOU, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME 'DAN.' YOU'RE THE DEFINITION OF FRAUDULENT, FAKER THAN A SPRAY TAN. I'LL BLOW YOU UP LIKE A LIGHTER IN FRONT OF A ROACH SPAY CAN. YOU VARMINT, I'LL WRAP YOU UP IN A RAINBOW FLAG AND SHOOT YOU WIT' TWO PISTOLS, LIKE YOSEMITE SAM. YOU MOUSKETEER, YOU'RE A FEIVEL - GO WEST AND I'LL EXTERMINATE YOU, LIKE I'M THE ORKIN MAN. MY DICK'LL CONQUER THE WORLD, HARDER AND SMARTER THAN PINKY AND THE BRAIN CAN. YOU'RE A BUM, LIKE THE ONE IN THAT MOVIE, 'KIDS;' THE ONE WHO SINGS, "I HAVE NO LEGS," BECAUSE HE ROLLS ON A SKATEBOARD AND CAN'T STAND. I CAN'T STAND YOU, LIKE FOIS GRAS - THA'S A DUCK THA'S FORCE-FED FAT. I'M FREDDY KRUEGER AND THE SANDMAN - A FUCKED UP COMBINATION LIKE WEAPONIZED URANIUM IN IRAN. I'LL BREAK YA' BACK WIT' MY BEAR MY HUG - RING YOU UP LIKE SATURAN. YOU'RE DARTH VADAR AND THE DEATH STAR. I'M THE UNIVERSE - I ETERNALLY EXPAND. YOU'RE JUST A KERNAL OF RICE ON MY RADAR. I'M DIRTIER THAN ZATARAN.

The Shining^TM - Brass Knuckle Poets Society

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJpA7xYgG4g

You got more styles than Panda Express. I express myself like Tony Jah - I'll cease ya' breath and put you to rest, like: "Pimp down! Player in distress!" May-day, may-day, he made a mess. You're MSG, I'm Triggernometry and sex. I pray before eat jiu-jitsu and shit suplex. I'll meditate at the Apex, you can gaze up at me, wit' the rest. I don't rest, I work my triceps and tax my pecs, and then read the texts of Musashi, Lautréamont and Yeshua, next... philiosiphize wit' my Ronin on the works of Ptah-Hotep. I elevate my consciousness while you walk through life perplexed. I could learn from my mistakes, but my concepts are immaculate - there's nothing to correct. You spit out ignorant shit, like a whore wit' bad breath and saggy breasts. You're homohabilis, throwin' sticks at a bionic cyber-mech, with techniques so accurate, I don't need a tech - one shot, I'll shoot your soul out your neck. You're a pawn on my chess board. I surround you like the checks. I'm the Lion's Roar. you're just a whisper in my vortex.