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ur verse was an embarrassment like wen u pissin and u hit urself
were u dissin the guy above ur cuz u pretti much dissed - urself ur wins were to bitches and ur losses were peeps from my crew if u had a million posts ur still a newbie cuz no body likes you ur gettin lyrically owned and u couldn't beat a retart wit no hands if u sold a record ud be a MC wid no fans...ur wack..& it still stands got his battles in his sig cuz no one would take the time to peep putting u to sleep...ur verse wasnt for a battle it look'd more deep u got no chance beating vets...u gettin burned like cigarettes u struggling to live like a family going on debt...ur life was a regret BOOYA... |
You ready for battle? well with me its a death-match
Steady servin 4 free, and i jus cooked up a fresh batch of hot rhymes,only thing you got skills enough ta do is drop dimes i spit so quick i stop time how can you allways ride jocks and then try to block mine me an yer girl agree, I'm sportin a fat cock check between zanys legs you swear he was Matlock |
I~destroy~this~herb spinnin n slashin like his wax~n~vinyl
Deployin~into~thirds im transformin pain till hes wacked~n~final Droppin~more~shells than a rejective turtle my spits~rip~ya~thin Bringin~all~hell i burn ya vocals when my blade~slits~ya~skin Manipulatin~minds like sadamn my rule leaves ya broke~n~battered Prevocing~lips~with~rhymes these hits got ya smoked~to~tatters |
Yo ill merk this emcee so hard it'll be called a cutastraphe
I'll leave him blind w/ nothin to see when the bright lights shine off of me I don't know how this chump won 4 battles with rhymes like those It's prolly cuz he's a fag and has a bunch a dickriding homos Fukk him he's done and dead so i'll leave w/ one more rhyme When I kill this fukkin kid it will be called a duty not a crime -Kemy$t |
the duty is done, sent not a crime, cuz kemy$t be gunned/
and I'll just be witness to his own suicide/ when I rip that fine line, with rhymes so hard/ spit shine, when I punch this fucka in the eye/ watch yo ass sit down and cry, complain to rights/ cuz this bitch ain't man enough ta fight/ u ain't no motha fuckin emcee, quit the dream/ cuz u only be actin femcee, when u streak, and a dick caught between ya teeth/ listen to u plead, soon as someone comes beef/ u spit harda then me? bitch please/ u betta off just steppin down to take a knee/ |
yo dawg get up cause entering your dreams
I duck tape your mouth so that you can't scream and bam crack you with my bat and make you bleed bury you body like planting a seed guess what this aint no dream its real Im the guy that no one can stop like the terminator i dont solve problems but im the instigator and shred you like a paper shredder so bitch bend on your motherfuckin knees and run cause i catch you in three |
Yo u say u like tha Terminater//
man get back to American Pie: Sherminater// u like cheese and i'm tha grater// slice u to threads, lay uin ya dirt bed// take a sledge, and pledge it on yo head// leave u dead wit dark red blood shed// u say u an instigater, u an impersonater// like Sherminater...... |
u talkin bout 7/11 and ak 47's
soundin like u a paki u like cum'on dada tap me on my sacci u say u GIVEN? i'ma b GIVEN u a bouqet and the fillet u, and put ya on my grill sprinkle sum dill, eat and chill..... |
wut are ya doin man, it's like ya cravin an L/
if this was a battle forum ya'd just be breakin ya-self/ nobody like ya, oh too bad ya got ya one-fan/ who joins ya in sun-tans, and let's ya hang at his plush-pad/ the fuck with that shit, kenoras i'm bustin ya lip/ and rubbin ya clit, cuz ya more pussy-then a hundred of kittens/ |
This fools like anger councilin tennis..straight wack
N like exploited africas ya neva gon get any feed-back Its a cutastraphe how like washington ya names beggin fo capitals N like steve erwins been fuckin wit me my only intentions to snap at you Imma pull in ya eye balls so ya aint sein whats next As i burst out flamin from that hole in ya own chest.... |
Spittin acid i rain causin ya structure to crumble
Derangin ya name cus like my sig ya just waitin to fumble Playin dungeons n dragons this kids outa his Age N while ya dad reads ya stories i make ya flat like the Page (page = character from DnD) Ya lyrics flow freely when they get up n leave Them tryin escape is ya disease makin ya heave haha |
D Abyss Carryin More Balls Than The Bitch In His Sig
Buryin Him In The Dirt Is The Only Way He Could Be Digged His Avy Has A Pic Of A Guy In The Laundry Room How Wack This Cat Couldnt Get High Elevation If His Lines Smoked Crack Look At His Flow It's All Off Like Nile River Corruption Looks Like His Worldwide Fusion Is Havin An Eruption |
Jus remember one thing kid whos gon b winnin tha battle
when ya flowin around dead with no motor or paddle I pull out ya brain to prove ya not thinkin When ya fuckin wit me by scribin that ink in Still wearin ya dypers ya white n still fulla shit Bein pasivvly smoked n ya still takin my hits |
im new to dis but dissin u has to be easy/
i could post my picture up and u still couldnt see me/ ill have u mad, da REASON is u UNABLE to be me/ ya arms to small to box wit God and ya hands to little to beat me/ defeat me neva get off of my dick/ treat u lick dat rabbit "hey silly faggit dicks are for tricks"/ |
why'd i get stuck with a chump, this is to simple/
load up tha clip and then dump, pop your head like a pimple/ cockin, then unloadin tha pump, have you cryin like a baby that cant suck on a nipple/ we all see tha tears, they pourin down ya face/ did you just realize tha ya fears, knowin you cant match my pace/ lyrics stingin you and your peers, this is lyrical mace/ try runnin for tha piers, but I WILL give chace/ and when i catch up to you dear, im leavin tha memory of you ERASED/ |
step back from the screen and take a look ya verse was stupid/
ill treat ya head like a small dick and put the pump straight to it/ but u to skrawni for shells it would prolly be betta for ur health/ if u skipped my name and spit against yaself/ and if u want beef call me da deli ill fill up ya belly/ and fuck dis young pussy up like i was R-kelly/ |
you got no lyrical tekneakz, so put down tha mic/
lets take it out to tha streets, so i can fuck you up right/ beat dat ass like raw meat, and leave you bleedin tonight/ you rhymin to a beat, sounds like vito corleone not breathin right/ me and your girl under tha sheet, oh yea, this aint a lyrical fight/ fuck her in tha ass til i skeet, then blow your mind so you can see tha light/ and then maybe you can re-a-lize, that between me and you its just me/ makin it to tha top, bullets in-ya-eyes, and i set cha sould free/ |
yo teckneakz ya styles weak
when u rap u sound like u a tweek one of those fuus who need speech but who got no reach he sucks out cum like a leech damn time to keep this dog on a leash |
fuck i didnt know u were gonna speak first
ill cause your whole flow to drop and disperse go ahead run but dont 4get ya purse now im going to have to quinch ya thirst with this semen you will be chokin can i ride ya girl i got two tokens all ya rhymes have been provoken his was for skrawni ask rrd |
hay yo.............
like tha cartoonist of yogi bear you made a boo boo... a leech doesnt suck out cum.......... but you do.... steppin up in tha cypher your skills get shattered.. your diss back is like where your from....it doesnt matter.... i cant belive you actually posted those fuckin writtens..... and like not gettin anything on your b-day...your nuthin given... |
wut tha fuck is this, your a mufukkin veteran/
i admit that wuz a tight diss, but im slappin a nigga in his head again/ im dissin you while im takin a piss, in a 2 liter coke bottle/ im on a lap-top in a car bitch, and im bout to hit tha fuckin throttle/ drive up to your crib, shoot it all up/ buillets break up ya ribs, blood, you spewed it all up/ get these niggaz baby bibs, im not givin a fuck/ cuz you aint a vet in this biz, nigga YOU SUCK! |
hay yo.....
you may be a newbie....but i still fight kids..... why even battle dude...you admitted i had a tight diss????... dissin a vet on this site wont get ya big ya damn fake.. your status on rb will remain small like your fuckin state..... should i rip ya up or leave ya alone.....i'll flip a coin..... i'll make ya leave this site in the same month you joined..... |
cmon billy, don be ackin all silly/
your records what 12 & 15, and i just stepped on tha scene/ destroyed you at first, i had you all packed up in a hearse/ and now you came back for more, stupid veteran whore/ makin me leave, tha same month i joined/ cmon nigga pleez, you had to flip a coin/ and you callin me fake, your tha only phony/ ima eat chu like steak, make you wish you wuz still 7 riding a polly pocket pony/ |
cmon billy, don be ackin all silly/
your records what 12 & 15, and i just stepped on tha scene/ destroyed you at first, i had you all packed up in a hearse/ and now you came back for more, stupid veteran whore/ makin me leave, tha same month i joined/ cmon nigga pleez, you had to flip a coin/ and you callin me fake, your tha only phony/ ima eat chu like steak, make you wish you wuz still 7 riding a polly pocket pony/ LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
billy? what the fuck-ya suck-i'm here fo veteran-soup/
ya culd be the pope at a toll and still not bless the booth/ betta let-loose, befo i treat ya teeth like wack mc's/ who'll use obie tryce in their verse-just fo clarity/ ya wacker then him, with more posts then play-books/ and i'll have ya talkin to the fishes, along with those gay-hooks/ |
Catastraphy Or just a sad mess
when I rip hen mic out of ya hand and push it through ya chest Relocate ya ribs, you couldn't rock baby cribs The only way you'd be tight to death is if quer cloths caused sids Sorry kid I'll feed you to the crock with bibs You a rapper ? Now you shouldn't tell fibs All liars go to hell or a least get burned I know your Ill now, I'm so sick I mad your tomach turn |
Ya frontin lines like ya gotta diss-lectic general behind em
N findin rhymes takes ya forever like ya brain cells collidin I get ya pale like ya avy..pulpin..domination ya fiction Im druggin up whips so they happy to crack whila ya glisten Beef?..i rap you in leather so like divers ya give up on breathin Our styles work together..mine kills n yours eternaly greivin blah..haha wtf's wit the gothic shit |
Yo D...
My lyrics are like metal rounds, makin ya dome spin/ As my beat pounds you out, and leave ya body broken/ Have ya spirit tryna' hide, jumpin out ya own skin/ "Deep" in the "Abyss," you can paddle but won't swim/ Your mass of lumpy tissue won't know where ya' bones been/ But what can we expect from 2 losses and no wins?/ (Wack... I just woke up, LOL) Peace |
A Plot Isn't All This Man Has Got Twisted
Even If You Swallowed Diamond U Couldnt Spit Glisten Looks Like You A Beat Maker You Better Stick To That Cause Like Killin Felines You're About To Get Murdered Cat Three Posts You Aint Even Suit To Be A Flyweight Yet But Still You Continue On Like Some Kinda Wannabe Vet |
You keep using the same lines... This cat's records broken...
Slince is golden... No wonder cats talk non-stop when Token... No kin... This kids family even disowned him... Only time cat could be like Chrit is playin The Sims... Cheat to win... Another wannabe Brook... Not dropping audio... Instead working on a text battle book... Fucking punk its done.. I'd love to say it was fun... But you know this shit was a merking before it even begun |
Uh Oh... Looks Like Another DMX Wanna Be... Here We Go
The Only Hype You Get Is From Yourself By Sayin... Like Whoa Such A Big Ego... You Say You Are Better Than Everyone Here If Thats Tru Then Y U The Only One Sayin It?... The Truth Is Near Chrit For Supermod? What Are You Smokin Nobody Likes You You Hype Yourself Up So Newbies Will Vote 4 You... N Thats Truth |
Im outta Dollaz, just simply broken//
settle for some cheap shit, pull out a loose token// WOW, You Posted, twice the same day your a quick thinker// I can tell you got skillz, ur avatar shows you like to play with urmiddle finger// your rhymes are *shit*, they wack and thats a true fact// everytime you in a battle you think quick and pull sumtin outta ya *ass*// you spit shit, I laugh// cuz everytime you spit, you pass gas// ...Yea... LaTeR |
Dis pussys been suckin to much dick coughin up fur balls
Talkin out his ass made him forgot to use verballs Like Muhamid Ali to many punchs made ya forget who ya are n ya only runnin this shit cus its 2 years till ya b drivin a car!! Im snipin ya cus ya shootin at me n im outa ya scope This kid cud roll around in sticky tape n his ass wud still b broke |
im back, know who remembers me,
last time around i made yall my troph-ies, im the last original dope-seed, for me to stay you better not be hope-ing, the only thing you should be scope-ing, is your breathe. |
haha homie
da only trophy u got is for being da biggest loser lol i wont need to write tight stuff coz i'll confuse ya im fukn tired at da moment i'll take u out like i woz conan barbarian but a solja shudda left dis site, juz like dey told ya u bak to dis site but wot for? to lose once more jay ron ur way gone away from here im something u shud fear i'll take u out no matter da distant in an instant juz like u were some shitty ass business |
is dat da best u cud come up wif
u seemed like u woz busting to go to da toilet dey say oil helps make things move smoother ur rhymes r stiff, oil it ur new to rb so i'll go easy on u newbies like u got no idea wots going on around u check out da talent on dis site u aint one of em my lyrics like a fire bout to ignite despite da distraction from da newbies me vs u is like superman vs a fly one flick and i say goodbye |
oh shit look at you record, what the fuck you suck
you know what play a game you good at: suckin' cock man your record jus sucks; 1-4 oh shit dam you stink jus like your fuckin crypt armpit i think you would be easy to beat and ur raps r ashame cause dam in this site it aint no game maybe you can battle me cause im a new-b but what u don't know is that i got skills to be an emcee so shit get the fuck out of herre and stay out you have been terminated and we haven't even fought |
yo get off tupacs dick, son ya aint fresh as halls/
so when it comes down to it, ya lose ya breath and fall/ ya wacker then most, apparently i'll splatter the host/ fresh emcee i'll turn ya lights out like a rat in a coat/ sorry to boast, my bad and i dun't got a boat/ didn't finish but still ate the campaign befo i dropped a vote/ rocked or nope, yo the fox is out/ fresh as cooked rocks, now take ya shot to the ground/ |
yo roux will freepost but is too scared to spit lines//
probably cause he knows he'll get killed and traced in chalk lines// I hurt his eyes when I flex, I'm caus'n pains in his chest// man fuck a vest, rip it open then my leads commin next// blowin his mind with shit that I rhyme// I keystyle mine, while he invests hours at a time// roux I'll teach you a lesson// here is how "you do a multi"// rip ya keyboard in "two caus its faulty"// |
Lets give my fellow light weight a quck shake
That feels like earth qake, I bake the fake And under skilled I don't know what kid got ya mind filled with the thought that you could be rapper. I'll tap her snatch her and break its jaw come correct son with no flaws Just pause, and think about what your doing Leave you like a froren country in ruins No pitty for the weak Turn your bitch ass into a movie of the week |
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