when i jump on the track this shit gets alive,
yo raps about as complex as high five,
in this cypher yo name i rip-it,
man yo songs half the size of my snippit,
i aint no psychic but here my prediction,
90 percent of what u spit is just fiction,
just leave this site faggot do that to all of us as a favor,
man u as much as a gangsta as craig david 'what yo flavor'

when I jump on the track, you get dead worn out like tread
your mom said your imbred so refer to your dad as uncle instead
your not bashfull about gettin fucked in the asshole you cock rascal
I'll take you to an actual castle and hang you off the side like a tassle
strap u to the back of my car smokin a cigar and drag u far
meet your mom in a bar 5 minutes later made her a porn star
your gaspin but I'm laughin givin your mom drugs got her babblin
and ramblin bout pussy grabbin in a mountain cabin
her mouth would'nt stop flappin so I started slappin till she started crappin
(I slapped the shit out of her)

when i jump on the track the other rappers fall off/
but u step away instead so u could turn an cough/
are u qualified doctor or do u juss like feelin on ya balls/
but stop taggin the cat above u with what ur usually called/
thank god skills dont measure height cus u wouldnt b that tall/
i illuminate the boards with a flash light placed ta the side of ya head/
so u could imitate 50 wit a hole in ya face the light ta mouth an u still aint dead//

Ill be modest, your wack as hell and im being honest//
The bell just rang and youve been dismissed, its like you were never here, you dont exist//
Im on the sick list, cuz im ill as hell//
My sickness is oppositely contagious, come near you an ill ring the death bell//
Im the king of the track, now look whose off//
ill own you and your things, like im microsoft//

..Peace..

Ya name be drizzle, while my ass rains//
Put these shells to ya clothes and watch how ya blood stains//
My rhyme be whole grain and yours is zero percent//
I'm skilled for life while drizzle is wack perminent//
My flow, he couldn't fuck wit a third of it//
Merazh?....yeah I don't think this bitch ever heard of it//
But after I rip this fire he'll know how i be burnen it.....

Razh

if ya skilled for life.... then it must be a "short term"/
i got more talent in my nut sack every time i shoot my sperm/
striaght in ya moms mouth,fillin cavities, and coverin up all the plaque/
have her dentist askin: "Damb whats used to get ya teeth white like that?" /
dont walk alone, cause if i catch ya ass on the streets/
i'll crush ya sternum and pyss on ya jesus christ neck pieace/
im the black doc oct., with spiked sharp tenticles/
you'll have 5 stabbin you repeatedly, and 1 rippin off ya genitals/
your raps lower penicale, my pedistal to high for me to see you/
you'll get ridiculed, not even wynos wanna be you/
courts ajourned, your lawyer quit, admit you lost this case/
i'll hit you with shots that bang louder than clue on the mixtapes/

fuck does shootin sperm have to do wit talent
fagat/
u rappin a whole lotta shit and it dont make cents /
u couldnt make a hit if i gave u a bat to swing at a record/
and just for the record u sweet like a candy bar/
matter afact i seen harder rappers on candy bars/
before u write sumtin make sure its hot and its goes together/
cuz u makin music dont belong like wearin long johns in hot weather/

whoa!!!!!
I dont fuckin know why this bitch even tries to flow
foe sho he needs to go
the fuck home before I crack him in his dome makin it leak brainy foam
this is the forum that you should'nt roam
what kind of name is dahoodsvoice
if weak rappers were cars you'd be a fuckin rolls royce
I'm gonna rejoice after I run you off this site cause that's my choice

skills? you lack by far not even close to par gay is what u are...
how ya gonna be hard? ya named after a pokemon card...
a retard its a shame to the game that you even talk to a mic...
gangsta? whats its like ya dyke punchlines like a fight...
kill you tonight and gouge out ya eyes when i knock ya off the site...

man i mite wanna mind the gap but u wuld wanna mind the rap,
that i'm bout to post against-ya whats yo name nightdemise,
nigga u aint wise yo name gets ripped in seconds leaving u no time to think or blink,
leave ya frozen and not chosen for anything,
the only time u was gangsta is with yo fuckin source pinky ring,
man i'm a real emcee u just a carbon copy,
i'm like cd's yaw just outta date like a floppy,
disk drive i drive u ova the edge with these punch lines these hitz,
leave yaw brain exposed like u been hit by clips,
but not from a gun from my poetic winds my cyclone,
i'm the original emcee u just another clone

earlier you was talkin shit to me ya dumbass bitch/
i've never seen a middle weight that had the weakest of diss/
i thought i was the newbie, but soon well see/
i challange you to Bitch Slapped nigga, i feel you aint betta than me/
you sorry lyricist, bet ya ass wont even show/
i got devilish tricks that satan wont even dare oppose/
i suppose your a female, when you spit you sound like ya bitchin/
get vaginal cream, cause i bet ya pussy is itchin/
on DahoodsVoice my ngga guess what ya next/
after i fuck this bitch, i'll verbally lynch you and break ya neck/

yall aint want none wit jint, mark the end of yo stint
at the last line you spit, hold what's that? rewind this shit
its over close the curtains on this fake flexin' war
when he ain't battle wit straps or be fuckin no whore
lynchin' cats you say, bitch you a racisit muhfucka
im like anthrax in the U.S. can't trace this muhfucka
can't outline or define my steez when i spaz on fakes
yo be dracula my darts be steaks, driven to ya heart
im driven by this art, to rip sad muhfuckas like you apart
star wars is probably ya life, along wit spittin lies
this be you demise, fuck replies, quit while you ahead
and gotta a head, fo you get popped wit lead
i stead, fast blow napalm bombs outcho fat ass
slice off ya dick quick, -have ya suckin on ya own shit

sorry bitch ass nigga, make up ya own ryhmes/
that rewind shit was first used by that nigga dolladimes/
u must be stupid, what u callin me racist for/
take ya ass to class, and get lectured on metaphors/
cause thats what it was, and thats all it is/
call me R.kelly cause im about to fuck you kid/
fuck meanin, cut you, also verbally slice you/
leave you whipped, so this whole site wont even like you/
u didnt mean anthrax ya meant to say tampax/
this nigga is pms n, I hate it when bitches do that/
tryin be like meth, but really you cant even hack it/
you smoke dick like blunts, you dumb ass faggot/
lift up ya mattress and i'll bet i'll find/
gay pono flicks, and a whole bottle of calimine/

aight here we go warlord//
change your name to gaylord//
cause the shit that you display//
is just fuckin gay//
just shut your fuckin trap//
cause dawg, you can't fuckin rap//
sorry to hurt your feelings G//
but you ain't nothin more then a wannabe//
just give up and stop tryin to be cool//
cause you makin yourself look like a fool//
go jump in a pool and drown//
cause your just a gay ass clown//
fuck here's a dollar//
dial down the center and give me a holla//

ayo, Krem, you fuckin feminine
ya shit couldnt hit hard even if the nigga writin was Eminem//
my lines blaze u, phase u, and u just mad cause your ass couldnt get paid dude.....//
your whack, ill shoot your outta the barrel of a circus cannon
you'll read this rhyme run str8 to ur notebook and start plannin...--for the next attack, the next tragic act...the only way u could diss me me is if u run into a MACK(your shit see)//
you talkin about niggas bein cool, and cruel nigga but you dont wanna step and to the plate and duel with Caustik, cause my plots this..--with my flows ima hit u with a punchline and get u with a multi ~ in the same line//
This shit dropped is a str8 dime, ya mind is racin', ill pop 2 shells and have ya body shakin//
after this you just gonna have to quit, thugz 4 life, fake ass nigga more like Caustik Starved YA LIFE

1