alias diss cypher
 

My last idea sucked, but this could be real dope
look you play on the emcees name above
2-4 line diss, just make sure u make fun of their alias

12 cent hooligan what type of name is dat/
certainly dont sound like no gangsta dat bus a gat/
we like 50 cent not twelve nigga u not even to recieve tax/
dats it yo ass jus got waxed/

harmony sounds like a fuked up name to a g/
make me mad go on a killin spree dont ask fo a fee/
im doin this shit fo free sting like a killa bee/
inject ur skin wit venom soft like a melon

fgee sounds like faggy to me/
like he sings, while f-ing, a g/
splurting on his ass cheek/
spank til its pink, g/

6 cent holigan why u rappin again,
u just a try hard wanna be eminem,
now i aint trustin this mutha fucka from tuscon,
i been in yo mom's bedroom and u dont even wanna know where my nut's been.

tRill was born on tha pill a mistake/
even worse is that yo ass is gay/
and what ya do ryhmes wit yo name/
unless trill dont rhyme wit drilled no more/

for this battle do i really need to use my mind/
when the guy above me doesn't know how to rhyme

fo'trill ya cant be fo real/
this is alias diss get da feel/
box behind k mart where u from/
dat mean u live at hom wit yo mum/

harmony, sounds a lil gay to me
this dude cant even ryhme his alias just ads to his demise
his ryhmes are short and simple
heres where he would use the werd pimple
he lacks the vocab to be an mc
its all hate here nigga fuck a harmony

leave your face scarred and blushed like the sun
you still couldnt kap one bar I touched
If you were holding 99 gunz//

arkatK? I atK this ark/
he dont bite, like a bitch he barks/
smashed his ark, turned it to splinters at best/
fucked his mom, the smell still lingers in the southwest/

12 cent hooligan, der he go rappin, lookin like a fool again/
get it thru ya mind, wa de fuk is 12 cents fren?/
der ain even a coin for dat, use sumthin wid better sense man/
10 cent maybe, but not realy, u ain no threats man..

saint winnin ya ain't/
ya need ta spray ya ryhmes wit sum of dis sound better paint/
u from florida no wonder u say herrre and derre/
well ya cant ryhme so we don't really currre/
mutha fucka u can call me green/
u rap like lil john nigga repeatin the theme/
man man man how many times u goin say that/
i guess that must be a new word around where u stay at/
im bout sick of fukin wit dis saint cat/
u amatuer show me where tha fukin pope at/
aight let me give ya sum advice dont rap/
u think dissin 12 cent will get ya ass on the map/
i once knew someone like u/
he dead now so do u get the clue/
prolly don't cuz yo ass is dumb as fuk/
get tha fuck outta this sight stop ridin 12's nut/s

harmony, ha, that's funny.//
buddy's try'n ta rap, go pack some lunchmeat.// (wrap lunch meat)
you strapped.. with what heat?// lol
harmony, what does that mean?//
you sing like n*sync only you never get a chance with brittany.//
wanna-be like timberlake, okay, u a fag so u half way there.//
but why you try'n a rap, u can't, get outta here.//

Blunt MC? more like Cunt MC/
this faggot he thinks, hes the baddest emcee/
this Canadian's wack, can only rap on weed/
wait a CANADIAN RAPPER?!!!/
haha, hows aboot I loof my foockin arse off/
this guys a joke, my dick rhymes better when I jack off/

fuck man you 38 cents short of being hot
and a few thousand miles short of being shot
cuz my gat dont reach tuscon arizona
otherwize i blast yo wack ass persona

Jae I dont know why u wastin ur time tryin ta rhyme b
pissin an moanin ur lines cant even spite thee, he, him, or me//
but jae u seem a lil gay like a fairy wit a high rise fade
thats right im paid jus like I said open ur mouth an get bashed all up in tha head// have u seenin red the puddle fills ur pad now ur bitch looks sad// like " ooh look what he coulda had"

What kind of name is frosted kid?/
someone stop me before i toss this kid/
how can you even call your words lyrics?/
its hurt to read it, thank god i didnt have to hear it/
thats queer shit, next time actually spit it/
instead of droolin onto the keyboard in driblets/

yo just let me clear the static on this faggot/
his raps are paniced, spittin' like a crack addict/
its tragic/ he's from the same state as me/
grate-ful-ly/ Im here to save this place/
from this faggot 'tard/
dissed him like some fuckin static guard/

listen up twleve, you mad ramblin elf/
your multis are screamin help/
put that shit back on the shelf/
this isnt pen and pad, get rid of that chickenscratch/
im submmitting this shit, let see what gets written back/

clearstatic,
makes no sense you faggot

i agree kapone i dont even have ta get ill on this bitch hes too weak no flo or style so to speak

u thought u was a supersta til I served u like a bar an grill
im ill i kill niccas like tha ghost in Amityville// but on tha real
im sick of these cowards tryin ta battle spit or spatter
this white boys gonna end this lil matter//
Multis are not fo rookies so lookie fo I bash u ova the head an take yo cookies//

serve you like a bar and grill?/
Amityville?/
Sounds like someone plagarized from Eminem a little/
your nothing but a joke, a fuckin riddle/
your the punchline in my rhymes that make me giggle/

yo this is for kid frost
get the fuck off my cypher if ur just gonna
be usin' eminem lines
okay fucker

He once told me a story how hes GAY IN DREAMS
Hes 13 cents away to play ARCADE MACHINES
Day dreamin about men and CHICKS WIT DICKS
times him by fifty five point five and get SIX SIX SIX
A dime and TWO CENTS? Im a NUESANCE whos BOMBIN YOU BITCH
while you gettin fucked in the ass by an ABOMNIBLE DICK
SWALLOW AND SPIT you should say "Fuck rap" and stick to GRAPPLIN' INSTEAD
this doods artificial because HATCHED FROM AN EGG

Illroyalty? but what makes you ill tho/
your cumin off dryer then an unused dildo/
the fire i spit will retire your shit/
youll need to hire a dick, to inspire your clit/
im through....

clear static like static cling
caught you on the corner buyin fake ass bling
get in the ring gonna feel the sting
when i fuck you up with the double chicken wing
clear static? more like spastic
fake ass mc made out of plastic, it's drastic
the way you suck
like a gay porn film that you made for a buck

call me out fo stealin rhymes when u the one those speakin whack ass lines//
talkin bout my thread bitch ill rip out cha throat an leave the fuckin floo' red//
make ur whole body spread like i ripped through u wit a sawed-off
instead//
u should go commercial like them backstreet faggets, gigglin n shit ill stomp all u lil maggots//
cuz u cower under my power attackin me is like hittin a concrete tower//
u rookies against tha savior spit out lines an ima play u like a party favor//
so savor tha flavor i spit like u lost no navigator u aint no playa
im tha top dog i light em all//

aight now hooligan static if its that bad try an take me out
aint either of u a major threat to me u cant even put ur fuckin gay lil lines together i aint here to hate on anyone but when there r two of u bitches who think ur hot shit now that is a whole nother story so u make tha call i need ta extra battle stats

How the fuck is U a hooligan
You must've been fooled again
Cause I'll rob you 4 that 12 cent
And make it so rappin is sumthin U would never do again

kid_frozt Carefull b4 you get a chill//
cos dis i'm gonna spit you iz making ya ill//
i got some TnT for that concrete tower So still//
Now i'm finished wit you and that towers a concrete hill//

oh look tha shit parade got a new member
so now i enter im like a lender spittin this shit to render u a cinder//
lyrical mindbinder choppin ur thoughts like a blender
i got ur reply return to sender//
silence get ur boy in check fo i leave this mans brains a wreck
i aint dissin u but tha freez is on so ima stock yo deck//
wit a chin check an some face fleck u like a speck on my radar
so its time ta pay dog.. propheciez drops this shit like bricks
next bitches the production
its like production junction.. no flos.. cant function, so im crunchin
ur sub-function its like punction on this dick u will be munchin
like im steady donkey-punchin an hunchin ur girl dog no frontin..
next bitch 12 cent hooligan..
oh no its that dude again comin in here fake ass hooligan
might have ta hit him wit boolean like napoleon in waterloo//
now who the fuck is u?
u dont know what I do ta bitches just like u//
who have nuttin ta do... cept fo sit here n screw.. wit talent manevolent intent to destroy u lil bitch

i dont hate im a equal opportunity hit man fuck off to all the bitch made dick rydin people who jus wanna run their mouths an freepost

kid-frost get-lost doods got me pissed-off
this kids about as hard as my dick is, when my dicks-soft


why are you talking about people " who jus wanna run their mouths an freepost" when you are doing it yourself? noone asked for your god damn opinions, We asked you to spit a god damn alias diss against the person above you. I could call clear static a queer faggot in my rhymes and it wouldnt matter because its all in fun.

illroyalty straight reppin TUSCON??/
just another white trash rappin eatin bon bons/
about as hot when the air cons on/
i shit better things than him when im on the john/

lol... dont take it so seriously people... im waiting for my diss

yo i dont hate but ill pull out the dirtiest smartass shit i can think of to take on ne one doesnt matter i respect skill but not some of the shit seen here u wanna battle thats all in fun as well shit hit it up ill

talkin shit like your mouth's in your ass//
write so slow go get a late pass, talk trash and get put out,
no money no hunny and niggy no niggy clout

ayo inspire its time to find a new day job... retire
the lines u spit have no real desire//
a kat like me,i spits the fire... bring flame hurt dame
destroy niccas frames...its insane blowin out venomous gases
like propane...ORIGIONALHIPHOPJUNKIE now on rogaine//
ill give u migraine like titanic pains, rippin u from inside of yo veins
have u screamin in vain like the lords name is pain brings back the rain like a main penetration sway of the "valdese" when it sank n corrupted the lot boy//
since im mean n a lil bastard i jus take it out on all u textcees
cause "literally" mentally i have the capacity its such a trajedy
almost blasphemy that u cant stop me jus give up damn...

look another freepostin wannabe damn i wondered how long it would take for u bitches to show ur names lmfao no talent

this aint hiku, L, so make it rhyme//
talkin like a thug but comitted no crime
monkey ass phoney ass phake ass thug//
c'mon over here man, you need a hug

need a hug? bitch wit those lines u need ta be plugged
shoulda shrugged punked out actin like u fudge...pack
no need fo crime i got a private stack an eight inches connected
to a big sac//
ur lines r whack n "phake" Pffffffttt..... get ur fuckin min' straight
i slap u wit weight put cuffs on u so u dont masterbate
i know i frustrate b/c i hate but ill slap u wit prophelatic haste
like "siemens" give u a taste this is jus a waste...
i dont know y i just wasted the lil time it would take u battle u down roux aint shit lmao