Bitch boy talk about blowin pounds, he cant go rounds with me,
tough guy meet the mat and get clowned for the crowd to see!
Sin thinks he's one of a kind, but theres 100 more just like him commin with more,
hes got dreams about stickin stores, all i gotta say is LOL and rollin on the floor!
These laughs aint with you, they aimed at you, like you claim your E-gat do,
you rap to fill you EGO, head like an air-balloon, but the razor wit' deflate you!
And no thats not a miss spelling of with, so dumb that you probably think it is,
so try and say something slick, i bet your momma got some soap for that shit!
you just another chump in a line of many intended to get burried by mine,
fury with the rhyme, you style just furry, prolly purrin when you try!

lol

You verse says enough,you not smart, take my last punch, i can prove it,
hit you with somethin subliminal and you were to stupid to pick it up!
Hes got a creativity relapse, you only fake rap about guns, tats and trees'
he's got bars for days but i see thats where his brain capacity siezed!
Riot with the pen as your brain drying trying to think about to LIE up next,
all i know is fire, ill kill you alive, revive you than try it on you again!

I can double ever bar you spit, push it to the limit, bring it as far as it gets,
and your best i could triple to rip you in a 10th of the time it took you spit!
The flow got you shook, just call it checkmate, cuz ill always best ya next move,
i see through you, defeat you because i know what your gona do b4 you even do it!
Im no lyricist? Pfft, this hoe got it backwards, verbal advent, my flow is immaculate,
K.O., ya fate, funny you chose that, tried to carry Kingston but his shoulders cant hold that!

I bring bars so the people can eat, like it or not, ill fucking force feed you a feast,
a prince beast with the bars over beats because no one is king, im gone, rest in peace!

Sorry about the repeated posts, i beasted on em'

Diss meh :D

haha u relentless eh lol. i'l still top u in 1 post shyt

bitch cant speak properly,had 2 spit 4 different verses 2 just bother me
ahard hit it's goin hav 2 b, cuz nun of wat u said iz hurting me
n yes im carrying kingston on my bac, so just try n act
i'll make ur fukin body collapse,dont u evven try n roll up on me jack
u pussy roll up on mi and wat not, pussy wasent aware i had dah gat in my lap
i started bussin at paw,hundred shots hit ur head hav u reunited wit grandpa
kidnap ur ass hav u doin crazy shyt like da "saw",neva can b betta than me cuz ur shyt got 2 much flaws
n im dun i think i've said enough, so just stop acting tough
cus im a say diss once enough of this talkin pussy hold ur semi-up
tha crowd would of thought u would buss,i'll bring heat 2 ur house even at "CHRISTMAS"
lets call him 'Chris' cuz bussin chris iz a must( christmas,chris mus)

Whole verse bullshit, i'd give you a can of whoop ass,
but you deserve a whole fucking case full of it!
Each bar connect with ya jaw, point blank, you done,
i pull no punch with the bars, and you just throw none!
Gun-talkin but you got none, dumb chump start walkin,
still live with ya momma, bitch better clean the apartment!
Not a momma joke, just a poke at whats really honest folks,
when it comes to notes we all really hope you take alot of em!

yo, can u believe wat this punk is puttin forward/
ma linez punch u in the face and leave ur jaw swinging lik a door/
it aint no joke wat im about/
i can barely hear u, do u hav a dick in ur mouth/
dissin u is a real waste of time, so let me change da subject/
hows ur mom doin as she got the check yet/
im sik wit da freestyl as u can plainly see/
ma lines are lik da mofia,they put you to sleep six feet deep/
and on dat note let me finish wit sayin this/
let me catch u on cypher again runnin ur lips/
and i get da whole crew to feed u wit clips/

^^^ no real beef.... just brother boxing it out.... no real beef or noting...

with lines like those.. even the worst coke head said hell-no
gas off ya flow... but u'll make it no-where even if u "sell-boat"
got them hell-notes... fire spitting leather lyrics
ya verse like comady stands.... aint noting more then a gimmick
this rap here... i live it... eat shit and gladly spit it
thinking he's phat in raps... ya shit like extra small tee's... u dont fit it
come with it or just quit it... this here just a teast like strip bars
my punches in rap can flip cars... think hes close to fame cuz he "pic(ture)stars"
from the sky above... get grip.. its liek u lying on gloves
we in the same crew... set that aside... u'll never get any ryde of love...
*fagget*

hahaha...... im just playing...
no beef fam...
just sparing with ya to get ya going....

no beef

yo is it me or am i tired of this punk fake rappin/
speakin on wat u aint done is called line frontin/
i got a couple of things to say to ransom to hurt his feelings for real/
u claim u like lik blue,let me feed him some steel/
i dont know how this punk finally got enough courage to battle me/
i guess it jus a stage for him, kinda lik puberty/
well u know ransom i hav been readin ur lines for a while so i know wat u bout/
aint nobody in cypher believes wat this nigga is caughin out/
i aint goin to be too confrontational and leave ur wig splitted/
but i get at niggas lik purple haze and leave they're head lifter/

lited is da last word

i will break down, subtract, and split~you~like~math
you aint 'CHozEn' you just tha last~pick~of~tha~draft
you would need a head start just to finish~in~last
if you a student of the game nigga this~is~tha~class
you just wishin~to~pass like VICK~but~you~mad
cuz you couldn't drop a disc if you lived~in~tha~lab

with your lame cyphers, surprise that people respect you,
just wanna say stright up that i aint like yu,
cuz when you put out and diss on cypher,
you best believe that suones gonna come harder,
and give it all they got,1 oppertunity 1 shot,
but when darkness seems to come upon yu,
that you already scared that im gonna strangulate,
make sure i do i hard enough to make you suffocate
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dis iz math, add up dah 300 J.G n our weightclass
wi take out b.e.s.t n subtract ur ass
i've been diddy boppin, standing in my b-boy stance
onli time he pack hard steel iz wen he got his dik in his pants
fuker neva grew up in the hood, i was born in poverty
i spit political rap, i bring Dictatorship to your Democracy
speaking on tha last of the draft, i am the number one prospect
to see you try and rap it's a upset, fuked up the B.E.S.T now nigga u want next
....................cock glockc n pop at diss chumps neck.......................

this aint serious.... im dieing for the heat
you like insulent shots... cuz fam u all sweet
this be a keystyle... aint shit focus
but even my quick keystyle make ya pre-written look bogus
fagget just know this....
u'll get hung till ya face blue... but there more to understand what a loc is
this 6 point star go right throu ya face... till its hang'in out the back of ya head
bitch stop crying... you aint even get hit... but u crying since u seen the back of the led
dont talk back to what i said... i'll SON you like a foster child
plus i'll bang like garnett... but i aint making bosten wild
fall back for now.... or get straight disrespected.. leaving u with a Crap'ed Hurse
get slap first.... cuz none of ya punches ever hurted in rapverse

sparing is fun! lolz.......no beef intended..


hmmmmmmmmm


let me chop this guy up and put him in trash bags....
drop em off next to a police station with the hand hanging out the sack....
a bloody note left in the disfigured head of this so called thug....
cops cant find the killers trace threw dna stuck on glove....
im a serpant that'll creep in next to u and strike without warning.....
and leave your muscles drainned of its mass density......
.....with the smell of blood for the vultures soreing....
your lines never scorching they dont even reach pass 40 degree limits....
u dont run shit pass this i can even see your schemes of being a gimick....
killer on the loose thats me still a mystery to your family.....
even at your funeral i speak my words of sorrow but they dont know its me...
swiftly i head back home to clean my weapons sharp tip....
for the next murder i'll commit and get a way with quick......

just a little something......~1~

haha.....

come on fag... lets be real... i dont need the steel
the hands is swift like butterfly knife...,
and if droping on point was a target.. u wouldnt land a deal
this man is real... you a blow up type... the one fag grab and feel
man thats ill... im moving pass ya skills... yet im still standing still
i'll smash his grill's... trash his meals... had'em runing like track and filed
track his bill's... slap his crill's... right off the hand that'll write his wil
never felt one of his hits... but my punches had'em droping like he had a drill
im laughing chill.... i done masterd hill's... that'll have his flow shocked like he grabs a Ell
so how that feel... trying to clean a weapon that dont exsist
only thing u missing is "The Establishment".. like red adding bliss.... LMFAO...

haha nice....



straight to the point im murderous against text weak spits so quit....
this bitch isn't fit to rhyme with lines willing to rip shit....
i'll leave your life fatal and fading away like patients in ER rooms....
cant get your heart beat back up with a shock of electrical current....
.....i'll call your mama and tell her your doomed....
quit the unnessessary hard act cause i'll scar your raps so wack...
i attack back strapped to cap dont laugh or get layed flat....
im injecting words into your nerves like drug users do so feel the after effects...
of pain and a shock to this vet cause u not used to being tramatized when i flex....
i'll disconnect all your limbs and feed it to cannablistic children from tribes...
cause lyrically im an astonished figure in diskise while u fall quick to your demise....

~1~

i buss dis cat in the a.m, mah guns relentless,
it wont hesitate to spray men,
i rap morninning noon and nite, you can say i rap through tha k-m,
see u like a jelly donut all nice n texturized around the sketch,
without your creamy filling k-m,id say your nuthing,
when i hear you murdurous i tell myself your bluffing
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i buss dis cat in the a.m, mah guns relentless,
it wont hesitate to spray men,
i rap morninning noon and nite, you can say i rap through tha k-m,
see u like a jelly donut all nice n texturized around the sketch,
without your creamy filling k-m,id say your nuthing,
when i hear you murdurous jus tell urself yuh bluffing
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fuk tha 1st post i made jus read tha second

i'll sufocate u, hav u weezing n gasping 4 breath
ur guns relentless, his gun just being on rent
nothing new 2 mi, i kno cats like u
u think u got mad skills wen ur shyt smells worst than dog poo
did i say dog poo, im just rying 2 sound proper
2 mi lil nigga u just anotha dead rapper
in diss bizz u hav 2 be greedy, so i rip rapper off like a hungry ass fat kid
stop droping verses n just work on ur sig
cuz dawg wit shyt like dat u wont survive in diss bizz
it's all about tru shyt n a lie iz wat u fukin live
i kill kids wit sum crazy nigs dat commit crazy sins
chop u up n put u in a bottle, shakin it like a bottle of pills

muthq fucker sencear i left scars on ur ears where i pulled
ur a big fool to write lines ur like a dead car dats stalled
like to talk about poo maby cuz u complexity and skills are too
if i ever saw u i'd pull u apart and flush u down the loo
im so sick in the mind that my words fly by like a drive by
killing u and ur family and my fantisy is watching you die
if i live a lie den i must make sure u die and with pride lol
u should be ashamed of bein ur fat so u try to hide

i can see that your a pretty shity rapper,
jus look at your text record,8 wins and 18 looses,
u should be ashamed of that , yuh cant be sayin no excuses,
just another faget trying to get down on the R-V,
so shity you cant even leave a mark on me,
because id leave you for dead using my perfect technique,
cap in n the side of the head with 2 bullets,
you best be scared of me homie, cuz i be the homicide shooter
id even kick your ass even through this damn electric computer
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Yeah, eighteen losses, between the numbers is quite a fall,
BUt at least he steps up to battle, he has balls.
This little shit, Bullet,
Rhyme your best, we know that you're fullofit
Claiming you can, kick an ass, you must be, fullofshit.
My nine go pop and you're leakin' blood,
fills your eye sockets like its a motherfucking flood.

claiming that i cant kick an ass,ima kick yours,
ima beat you down cuz im runnin on all fours,
push the gas down and here i come,
betta get out of the way, yuh best escape son,
run you over with my tire tred targets,
now ima leave u hear bleeding frum ur sockets

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wow ur name death blow how stupid can u be to telll people this/
i can tell dat u give blow from da white lines on ur lips/
ur linez put me to sleep with one eye open/
i saw dat nigger on 51st wit wit his brains showin/
its da first time i ever seen a nigger cause his own death/
wen da cops found his body, his lips were still wet/
that means he was suckin on something before he died/
and can i tell ya'll his tongue was also tied/
so before u step in cypher wit ur punk asss lines/
make sure ur name aint da topic of everyone's rhymes/
im the sickest rapper around and u better believe that/
ma lines so heavy wen they hit u, ur ass will hav to lean bak/

every single one of yall are just some no good fools,
but im the brightest ray of sun and the sharpest of the tools,
so yall need to go back to the first day of schools,
cause im a treasure hunter and im takin your family jewls,
leave you with no balls that means you got a little coochie,
dress you up in fish nets make you look just like a hoochie,
sell your body on the streets of my home in sac-town,
if you dont bring me all my money ima lay the smack down,
thats what you get for being such a dumb ass bitch,
your the one who started this shit and yet im the one gettin rich,
so what you got to say, you can say it to me on the net,
but steppin up to me well leave your ass in regret,
cause im done playin your stupid little kid games,
ill send a 50 cal bullet through your stunna shade frames.

you fuk with me, and you'll see
i react like an animal,i'll tear you apart
if the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art,
im the homicide shooter homie rite from the start,
ill pop you frum the left to the right side of the brain,
its like a waterpark red everywhere,i just made it rain made it rain,
then im gonna throw you in a black garbage cart,
see thats all what im about bitch,im just state of the art
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yo ur a bitter dawg, wow yo i thought u had potential yo. but u bitting 50's lines n shyt u gone git banned yo



"i react like an animal,i'll tear you apart
if the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art,"
dats al 50 son alll 50

This clown aint worth a round with me, cold heart but the bars'll burn ya
this diss the bitch above you but youre below me as far as im concerned son!
You'll never be liked, give you something to remember me right, i'll smite him,
cuz as history proves even the fuckin 300 were at the losing end of the fight!
Cant seem to make it clear, this fake get sheered in his face, tryna play here,
he'll never make it, sin your offline, this time do us all a favor and stay there!

when you rap with the best you'll be sure to loose,
can't rap with me faget im like the ultimate drug of abuse,
id roll you up with chronic rolling papes,
toke you all up like im seeing a pair of swimming apes,
im just here to diss this fuker up,
so step bck fool before i really mess you up,
:shoot:905-R.S:shoot:

Ima make it clear, you aint welcome and you aint from here,
no fucking gun you bare, 905 R.S, bitch ass, RUNNIN SCARED!
Drug abuse? Na you a drug abuser, you screwed up, no one plays ya music,
this gay is useless, says he's smokin Buddha but hes prolly just prayin to him!
905, na, you just need a 9-5 and leave the rhymes behind, no fuckin hope,
son's a joke,so fucking far behind me,couldnt find me with the Hubble scope!

I'll send you to sky with my punchline thats will ripp
fuckin bitch you good for nothin stay eatin chocolate cookie chips
ders nothin wrong wid drugs it's just ur scared to get high
um most people on rv i reckon would wish u'd fucking die
but you aint the type to leave so i'll shatter ur whole body
ur lyrics dont run softly and smooth just fuckin loud n gobby
you cant stop me let alone attack me wid your words
cuz im ready to attack U but you dont have the nerves
thats why mc's like me serve and u get served like a plate
your whole life aint great specially from a guy dat aint straight
ur far behind me bitch but ur also far behind ur dads crack
not to mention u hide inside it cuz u should if ur dis wack!
Ur gf'a FUkin rat face like u dat tries to rap
but she probably sounds like u while ur doing a crap
ur wack at living if i looked like u id wish to go to prison
cuz if i lived ur life for one day it would be like a huge mission

This kid cant rap a bit, his styles faulty like that bridge in minneapolis,
its a fact, pigeon shit helped the collapse, his verse a perfact match for it!
You wreckless, 8 and 18 and you tryna step to this, not likely kid,
take a lesson quick, the flow drown this dog like michael vick!
Box suckers with the bars like B-Hopkins, man trust, this kid cant act,
let you get intimate in the ring when i make you kiss the fuckin mat!

aurora sky use a pussy bitch faget,
so dirty you probly dine for 1 with a maget,
think your a big cat now sayin im running scared,
homie i think you came to cypher a little bit un-prepared,
maybe you should of gone and did a rap reseach before you came and dissed me,
from now on im your biggest enemy/foe,
im 5 foot 8 rapology from ma head to me toe
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:shoot:905-R.S:shoot:

fuk nigga give it up, like shyt was a stik-up
wen comin 2 rob u i dont run up i walk up
shut the fuk up, u not wanted here
i make niggaz disappear, stand clear nigga sin-scere is here
u can neva git rid of me, cuz u beat me once n i just mutily
u cant rap,u actually think u good enough 2 after aurora sky
n it's a fact, he think he fly,nobody want u around their like who's diss guy
n bitch i would be lying if i said i was tryin
man u need to straighten out ur lines like clothing irons

never can tell how good this kid can spit unless he get punch in hes mouth
im bored as fuck and a keystyle can ezly drop you like change in the couch...
can't pick up ya slack... its like ya brain in a slouch...
i'll cut ya stomch open... have'em look like a kangoro pouch...
im fameless but still get reconized by the girl in your house
cuz after 1 verse and 1 session.... i had the bitch dripp'in all ova her blouse
what u think is living good.... is what im all about
im like a plain going ova sea.... my style go stright throu ya clout...


eeeh.... whatever...

Ya record is stacked, ya raps fake, how about say some shit you can actually do,
I dont believe this is true, theres actually 12 cats that could be wacker than you?!
This guy is trash, broke back raps, you can find his ass under GAY at you tube,
he thinks hes cool, go back to school, cuz who the fuck spells ransom with a U dude!
Sky steady breakin this cunt, cant stunt on me, Ransum just a punk, fuckin dunce,
the change you take from my couch is probably more than youd make in a month!
Rans' whole flows a bore, leave him sore from the whorin im about to lay before em,
no scoring, jus scorn him,next time step to someone on a level as low as yours son!

vengence against u is devestating like a category 5 hurricane force...
i'll bring pain till u turn corpes without the flames to burn your form....
bringing the storming gust of natures fury...
..... my tactical weapon against this foe....
tragedy in the making if u fall in defeat from my piercing arrows...
cause hunting for prey i do for a living u just another one in my path.....
so once your captured you'll be gutted till u fill up tubs for a blood bath....
i wont budge i'll just laugh not nearly insane but my dark side unleashes wraith....
claiming u the best isn't real i'll annihilate your deceptions clean....
with a weapon im free to succeed in developing war methods against this emcee.....

Look man, all i do is spit keystyle for this wack-bitch...
reconize my record... 12 wins... yet u not even worth a practis...
you need to fall back.. you really dont know who you fucking with...
its like an all nighter at a bar... taking shots... then wanna talk about wits...
yet you trying to spit stright line that you sniff...
call it a gift... ransum respond to this prick,
never saw rock bottom.. but u'll get drop hard... like he fell off of the cliff...
im done trying to diss punk bitches who wont battle cuz u'll lose...
thinking they hot... cuz he get votes " for the dummest rapper" on you-tube...
you gonna move who?... ya punches wouldnt hurt a baby at birth...
i'll smack aurora so hard... ya face'll turn the same color as pappa smurff...
what worst... wasting time replying to a kid with special needs
or leting ya bitch suck my dick for a day of good deeds???
GOOD NIGHT FUCKER....