You thinkin battlin me you'd get a win
Is that a challenge bitch, please don't make me grin
I'll send a verbal upper cut straight up to your chin
I'll scratch you off as an emcee, like records I spin
I'll spit and hit you with lyrical attack missiles
Diamond bullets in my gun, leavin you full of crystals

Reese Killah, ya lines are way too simple//
I'll get my glock, pop this fag like a pimple//
Leave ya dead in the middle of the street//
Now whose the killah, Not the one I just defeat//
Exactly now pack up ya 7 posts and leave//
Run now, cuz for now, I allow you to breath//

You said my rhymes simple, tried to attack me
When the biggest word in your rhyme was exactly
If we battled you'd admit defeat again
You'll get shot up like 50, in the begginning of many men
You want some feedback, turn the speaker up on the mic
You told me to leave now, and I'm like
Ok, I guess I will. . .sike

you suck like you fuck....bad
your rhymes make me mad
I'm glad your not my dad
Cause I'd be sad...And shit
Fuck you Reese, you blow
like a ho on the go for a show.....
Word............................

Wait hold up, your last verse was elementary
I can't believe how bad you suck, to what you said I'm contrary
Seriously no one has told you your terrible
Read those shady lines is almost unbearable
"like a ho on the go for a show"
You shoulda ended that with a white towel to throw
You should be banned by the site for spitting it so bad
Seeing any of your post is makin me real mad

Fucka newbie with 9 posts tryin ta correct me
Cause postin whak shit dun make you a dope MC
Ya flow seems pretty ill, cause its makin me sick
Wanna shoot myself jus from reading it bitch
You wanna step fo real? Lets take this to frontlines
There we can see who really has dop lines
I guarantee I'll be the one leavin wit the victory
Reese Killah, your elementary, sorry to burst ya bubble G

Reese Killah, I'm gonna break your ass to pieces..
Then you'll be as sweet as candy, this is my thesis..
The paper I wrote in college about wackness cancers..
This disease can't be killed with radiation only lancers..
My illegitimate son, I'm sorry that this new born is done..
Just remember when I come at you the sign warns to run..
Call yourself Killah, Van Illa will make you famous like Thriller..
Come back at me all you want, I'll stand steady like a pillar..
I played this kid like Tiger plays all his putt, always sink him..
Have you hiding behind religion like Michal Jackson As-Salaam-Alaikum..

Both of ya'll say some words that rhyme, but not with the context
Reese Killah I'm god's son bitch so whos next
Hey Vanilla wheres the ice, lyric already used your first line
I'll kill and win your money like your, ben stein
It's diss the person above you didn't diss lyrical at all
I'd battle both of you at the same time, I'm a lyrical wrecking ball
You claim you from T-town, more like P-town kid
If you dont know, thats a gay comunitee bitch

The sleeping giant's been woke, by a bunch of clatter...
Reese Killah's bustin raps, yet he doesn't even matter.
He's new ta RB, so he didn't know he was steppin wrong...
So I'm a cover this softy in chocolate, then eat me a ding dong.
Cold shit him out, cuz he's more at home in the commode...
Writing crap raps, that no one on earth would download.

Reese-Kill- a nigga, man you not nyce...
i'll kararte chop ya ass, jus b/c i feel it's right
chinese niggas even feel my shit, jus b/c i eat they rice
you jus a lil newb, matta fact ya new names a "herb"
comin in this cypher tryna rhyme wit a couple of verbs
you dumb bitch, nigga you don't come that hard
ya lyrics need viagra, and maybe a getwell card.....

(meaning:his lyrcis is sick...not the good one either...they suck)

U wack reece killah
Imma fuck u up like i was Ali in Manilla
That last verse u blew-it
Battlin on cypher u've bitten of too much an u cant chew-it
This is how i do-it when i get down
U dont sound too much like an emcee more like Moby wiv a techno sound

I'ma put it this way:
somebody scream 'May Day' cuz i jus fucked up Musik
my lyrics can't be heard, cuz i took away your q-tip
you is nuttin, mainly i respect u as a joke
cuz not one was dope of ur own six post
I'm young, if you wanna do this, call a nigga out
cuz BLACK will spit that trash, like Oscar the Grouch

At 76 posts u were once a newbie
So by dissin me for six ur rippin what u used to be
Ur scared of me i can tell
Ur just a broke teen with no home an only ur body to sell
I'll do u a deal an buy u an mum
I'll even pay the askin price of two warm bottles of cum

So you think we afraid of what we used to be
Now a flyweight still think your false regardless of newb
Why you willin to go to your mans for some
Of what you call sweet tastin cream of cum
Its scary the way i used to rap
Its alright i elaveted now ready to bust the cap

Look at tha little flyweight, so sweet like fuckin Ho-Ho's...
Even looks like a cupcake in her avy, cuz that ain't Chef, it's Jo-Jo.
Queen of Hip Hop, that's a fuckin laugh, bitch...
More like tha jester, cept ya look like a goddamn witch.
All warted up, and reppin the very essence of stank...
Actually thought her raps are worth somethin, till she took em ta the bank.
Cold rejected! Even tha financial industry knows ya suck...
Cuz bitch ya try and peddle them rhymes, ya won't earn a fuckin buck.