man, y everybody gotta dis on da little one//
all im here for is to have some fun
but you all jus cant let me have some can you//
and lyrical clarity that also means you too
jus back the fuck away and let me be//
someday ill be big and youll see
y you gotta bring a kid down like dat//
your all loser, and fat
y else would diss me, i havnt been here forever//
its like your cuttin off my head and i cant live...ever
one last time, leave me alone//
back off, your on me like alcapone

man, y everybody gotta dis on da little one//
all im here for is to have some fun
but you all jus cant let me have some can you//
and lyrical clarity that also means you too
jus back the fuck away and let me be//
someday ill be big and youll see
y you gotta bring a kid down like dat//
your all losers, and fat
y else would diss me, i havnt been here forever//
its like your cuttin off my head and i cant live...ever
one last time, leave me alone//
back off, your on me like alcapone

kid get ya face left tucked, open wide n get cha fame fucked
perilous call me danger, act stupid get put where ya brains r
nobody outlastin prez.......stupid i toat arms and half ya legs
get dropped quick like niggas who tryna get between ya legs
ask about me nigga, u copy raps...jea!... ya shit look fimiliar
and i got guns dat stomp in heads like footwear on godzilla

Got nines by the the nine and glocks by the stock
1 hand down my pants yet the other ready to cock

yall niggaz still dont know how to flow
u kinda like thomas cus u still cant throw
people on da streets call me the next mcveigh
call me a terrorist i run round causin fear wit a AK
your talkin your shit now until i let the guns pop off
slug hit u in ya throat drown in ur own blood hearin a cough
sayin u a khaoz theory u aint shit ill sock yo ass leavin u all teary
cus ur rhymes are shitty as fuck bitch u suck get outta here cus there weary

fucka title
 

say what? word is born everyday like children
shit comes together when the blanks get filled in
im still in it to win it bitch where the fuck have you been?
i line up hoes like dyke campouts with two tents
whos been a has been? a whole mass a' men
got kicked the fuck out like they cant pay the back rent
hey slut! get that back bent or get the fuck out my room
or i'll bug the fuck out like i mowed down an ounce a' shrooms
then im poundin you like nails and hammers colliding
i have no reason to damage you i just dance to the violence

Tie the rope around ya neck, make it esier to strangle-ya..
.....Another herb on rapverse, fuckin fake ass gangbanger..
Bloods and crips all talk shit but neva showin no action.....
.....This bitch reminds me of a movie......fatal attraction!!..
This pussys a herb..........and i aint gona hand it ya..........
The way your verse is on a slant, you should be an angler!!

fuck you daubs this is a NOK member talkin to yo faggot ass
look at your record who taught u how to merk a Rv rap class
you suck at rappin watch how my punches send ya flyin
leave your bitch ass lying on the curb Cryin
you went from sig maker to another Rapverse queer
cus my raps leave u gettin rapped like MJ in ur rear
u need to stick a 12 gauge to ur dome piece
cus this here is decrease the peace let the trigger release

Yes Yes Yall!

*Grabz Da Mic*

=Fresh Out Da Kitchen=
Yo Niggas Is Mean Muggin, Pretend Thuggin, Mad Cuz I Clocked They Gurl
DAMN! It Aint My Fault After 5 Minutes She Claimed ''I ROCK HER WORLD''

=Spittin Chrome 2 Yall Dome=
6 Million Wayz 2 Die, So Let Da Survey Take Itz Poll
I Kick Game
Fill a Hole, I Aint A Soccer playa But Datz My ''Goal''
Soul II Soul, Dawg, Know Ur Role, Check Da Reality
Yall Want ''Kombat''?...I'm Here 2 Serve Ur ''Fatality''
Killer Blows, Realest Flows, Ur Shows? Jack Me A Ticket
I'll Have U ''Crumblin'' All Over Da Place Lyke An Old Biscuit
I Aint On Sum ''Cris'' Shit, Baller? NO, So Juz ''Roll Out''
''DONT SPEAK''..Or I'll Split Ya Lyke ''Bananas'', NO DOUBT
Shout, Scream, Kick, Fuss, Buss, Shit, Yall Iz HOPELESS
When I Spit, KNOW-THIS...
.....Yall Aint Even Trynna Sit n Tell Me I Aint Da DOPEST

*Lays Mic On Da Floor & Pops Collar*

the diss thread is in a different spot
but dont go there if this is all you bitches got
i switch it hot like the freakin sun spinnin
back to just frees, and trees and sum wimmin
i gots one eye on the prize like a cyclops
these fiends trade they whole life crop for one white rock
my sight shocks those who have no premonition
i snipe you like wes, im the man of demolition

any one wanna battle?

ill battle u but u better be good and not no fuckin newb!! if i win then all ur posts come to me!! :thumbup:

*Wipes Dust Off Mic*

Look..

Yall Ho'z Wanna ''Juggle On My Balls'' Lyke a Clown
Im Similiar 2 a Hurricane, Blowin Up Thru Yo' Town
Bow Down
ICE Cubes On My Watch, Got Da Westsyde Connection
Yall Must Be Crazy Trynna Cross Me
Lyke Ur Walkin Blindfolded On Da Innersection
Erections, Tech-sins, Lets Win, Tyme 4 Da Khaoz 2 Begin
Dark Skinned Dirty Az Da Souf, My Folk Iz Da Kin
Nigas Got A TIN Dick, Thick? I'm Syck, Blaz'n Hot
Wateva Yall Want, Da Kidz Prolly Already Got
Killer Rhymes, Iller Grime, I Still Luv Crime
After Da Count Ov 4, Yall Gon ''Breathe'' 4 Da Very Last Tyme
Flows In Itz Prime, On a ''Higher Level'' Lyke Double X-L
Yall Lyke a Whack Artist Remixin Biggie
Cuz.............Nobody Wanna ''Listen 2 Da Story U Tell''

*Throws Mic@Da Next Nigga Who Steps Up*

Shitz 2 EZ

*catches mic with tongue*

I'll catch it wiv my tongue like alsors and coldsaws//
And spit till I drip no more like old hores//
When my mouth releases astounding pieces//
leaving peeps sound asleep as they count the sheep//
they found their peace but never for evermore//
Cos when I reach heaven, again umma level them all//

*Snatchez Mic*

NIGGA WAT?!? How U Gon Grace Diz Game Wit Ur Fish Lipz?
Mic Device Iz No Dildo, Dont Substitute It 4 Ya Lil Dick
Prick, U Aint Even Thorns, U Dont Bother Me In Da Slightest
& By Da Way Ur Rhymin
U Aint Shinnin, An In Skool U Cant Have Been Da Brightest
Why Fight-Diz? Its Inevitable, I'm Incredible
NOPE, Not a Super Hero, Juz a Black Entrepenaur
Da Hood Luvs Me
Street Adopted & So Ghetto Child Lyke Da Son Ov Afeni Shakur
Lifestyles Poor, But Mah Attire Is Complex & Sophisticated
Punches Are My Thing
But I Aint a Boxer, So Why Iz It Da Fist-U-Hated?
Guess Datz Wat Bein Great-Did, Man Yall Niggas Iz 2 Soft
Not Even Outcast Can Come 2 Ur ''Aid'' BITCH
............................Cuz Ima ''Take Ur Kool Off''........... :shoot:

[a outcast got a song called take ur kool off, and kool aid u know?..simple pun]


*Takes Mic Wid Him & Retires It Cuz Yall Aint Fuckin Wid Dat Rap*