you constipated and tried.........cause my pen i write rhymes wit ejaculated inside///u thought u regulated but died, ill leave u like a bum drunk, phaded and fried///everyline that u stated, u lied, your afraid of this side////tried to make fake prophecies cause u hated these guys////someone worth battling comes, and actually try................ we will////your just lightweight that i like to call Free-Kill




@ Prophecy

Damn dis nigga shouldn't be dissin//da shit you htink you smokin is actually anthrax or ricin//left it on ya lip and infected da bitch you kissin//i make hoes like you end up missin'//my flo is like a furnace cuz it's so hot//can you beat me nigga? uh...no not//ain't you can cal me a kids toilet cuz i smoke so much pottie// :shoot:

all of ur rhymes are lyrical misses
damn bitch y u givin all these kisses
all the shit u spit aint a hit
if u got a hit id stop it with my baseball mitt
so stop all your shitty rhymes
keep ur poasts to only 1 time

PSA...Put Shit In Yo AsS...As I Take Yo Face And Make It Smash..||
If You Were Connected Like DSL You Still Wouldn't Go As Fast..||
Record O-O And He Sayin Fizicz Got Shitty Rhymes..||
I Take This Bitter Defeat And zGive It To You LikeLemon And Lime..||
Now You Know Not To meSs With THis Cypher..||
Beatin ME..............LIAR LIAR

Fatal lyrics the only untold truth is dat u gay/
if u was 12 yo ass would be at michael jacksons crib everyday//
get off dis site cuz u belong wit kidnegarten ryhmers//
if u even think that your hot then your da fuckin liar//
yo fukin style is colder than studyind cryogenics//
when i'm done rippin ya betta call some paramedics//
damn seems i always gotta diss this fag//
so ta stop leave this topic now n neva come back bitch//

Wow, With Lines Played Like Jungle Jims Back In The Day. .
. . . You Have A Crew ?!?
They Must Be Blind. . You Can't Find A Decent Spit So You Are Too. .
Dynasty Soldiers Was Must Have A Collective Heap Of Nameless Herbs. .
You Ride On Lame Lines More Than Drunks Swervin' On Curbs. .
My Dunks Is Gettin The Nerve, To Leave The Air Man On Ya Forehead. .
I Step Over You With One Bar, You Try To Recite A Story Before Your Dead. .
No Knockouts Yet. . And Pleaaase, Don't Even Try N Get Ya Hopes Up. .
My Rhymes Could Be A Rope But. . I'll Choose Precision N Leave Ya Chord Cut. .
YES! No More Wackness From This Talentless Mess, You're Wackest At Best. .
Ya Sig's Got It All Wrong. . With A Verse Like You Put Out. .
. . Ya Whole Crew Is Bound To Be Bearin' Vests. .
You Darin' Vets ? Mentally, You're Obviously Unstable, Not Able. .
To Fathom The Ransom I Put Over Ya Head. . Everybody's Got A Price
. . I Need 10 Lines Back At Me, Dope, No Bite, Tonight. . But Fuck, I Was Right. .
Fatal Lyrikzz Can't Even Spell Lyric, So His Skills Is Like Aesop. . Nothin More Than A Fable. . Riiight.

just quit the cypher...here are some words for you to admire..
ya rhymes is old as dirt..think its time for you to retire...
you wish you were me...but with those flows you'll never master
still tryin to find the correlation with formula Mc and fat albert...
we have a problem..this herb is loose therefore we may need help
next time you have something dope to say..keep the words to ya self

Your Rite... wait...more like u oughta not W.Rite....
Your ambition reminds me of that jockey from sprite
That's rite, Take it in.. Your a waste of a Full Mynd
I could spend the time wit more lines, but that's be a waste of mine...

ooo its jet?....pathetic u call urself a vet?....
Shit your so white u call B.E.T the bet.........
Poor excuse wannabe bitch, u aint even elite
Fuk if I ever battle u, You'd leave wit no teeth
An fuk executives, If they rep u they wak-
They need to cut' ya ass an get bak on trak

fukin herb jet pussy bitch

this bitch carson...dam get the hint..u havent left yet...
takin a hike in moving traffic would be your best bet..
Its Jet... airplanes your favorite..we get the point, clown
we would be much better...if your ass wasnt around....
only four lines..the max is six.this bitch cant even follow directions..
but he is perfect for the job..when he has to swallow erections ...eeww lol

quit tryin to spit your raps have all been used/
i'll leave you like a nazi in a black neighborhood, abused/
you two need to quit this cat fight/
before i have to beat up carson, using mr.w.rite/
how do you guys feel knowin you gettin dissed by a rookie/
i gotta change sites cuz all i smell is pussy/

WTF! Nazi's were against JEWS get ya Facts Strait...
I dont need to stand up because you Wack-Late...
Change sites, All you do is Masterbate...
To the Picts of Porn Stars, Stop trying to Ejaculate...
STOP WITH THE NURESRY RYMEZ, They only Fuel-Hate...
No Fucking thug, Getting bitched by your Own avatar, Better Off-To-Skate...

jixi i already dissed this bitch once or twice
shes a girl what elese is she vanilla ice
she rolls the dice buys the ice
hangs it round her neck while she poses for a price
playboy playa prostute in position
fuckin her game aids her mission

ILL renegade's got much to learn.....
for a year or two he'll be the herb that we burn....
The finally hell think he has skills.....
Then we tell him he's lat around for laughs and thrills...
Only the stay and tyrta be established ...
I'll peer your verse and head like it was cabbage ....
nothin but baggage .....people who slack off.....
This jack off is a renegade but in trouble he just backs off....

Please work on the middle, Dont base ya lynez around Rymez...
A tru "Technician", Woudlnt have to Climb To commit Crimes...
Its like your Tarzan or something, Lyrical-Vines...
Screw that - Look Its George! Worth No more Than a Dime... (George of the Jungle)
Still Quoting Super Trooper, Like you Fucking Worship...
Ya texts Are so Shallow, There's Nothing To interpret...!