i meant juss like ur Breath needs a Tic-Tac lol `1`

now i c y ur called outsider cuz ur puzzy & got a record of 3-13
dan nigga u know ur shit in battles & provoking me is not going 2 get u a damn thang
but an azz whipping u can't take dat will determine ur fate
den have ur fam & friends standing their crying at ur wait

2 all ur hatin azz bitches on here u might as well grab a shovel & dig ur own grave
cuz i'll kick ur azz worst den a slaveowner does 2 his own slave when dey misbehave

Seems to me you better get down on your knees/
95 posts, no battes, an a runnin mouth, BITCH PLEASE!/
Slow ya role cos you'll find ya knees buckle, I'll chuckle/
A muckle of bitches roll up on me, But they fall to my knuckles/
That includes you cos to me ya face is like silly putty/
You be actin nutty cos ya baby momma pregnant by Earl Cutty/
I'll kick ya ass from here to Baghdad an at ya head I'll clap/
Cos to me you nothin, so get off ya computer an go look for a wanted ad/

Complex:

I lay silent bombs waiting for mental defective idiots like you to set'em
Threads full of the bull you fed 'em, my spits make sense, you jus don't get'em
I destructively 'crakk' yo Mic with my 'diss-charge' of uncontainable blasphemy
That fluently suffocates your decrepit rationale that's about to blast-for-me

Man you seem like the idiot tryin to use big words
And the only thing complex about that is u recyclin a bit verse
Tell me who was u dissin? Invisonin a person before you
Truthfully the only thing u rip was the paper cuz the pen tore thru

Mizz_Uastood:

The only way your flow will be profound is when you're 6 ft underground
Wont' be long since my rhyme kills you by grabbing your weak technique shakin' it around
Your lyrics in my mouth can't be cos while mine are astute, your "shits-dumb"
I expectorate heat, you "spit-cum", stop tryin you makin a fool out yoself like a "sitcom"

6 lines ai'nt a lot, but you still can't seem to hack it/
Forget elevatin, you down for the count, just admit/
You battle record be smaller than a half of a decimal/
My style in higher decibels, like rebels eatin revels/
I don't really like you as you can tell from the tone of my voice/
I'd let this one slide, but I decide i'd rather win i got no choice/

he wudnt of posted if dis nigga knew i was next...
how can we hear ur tone of voice? when dis is TExt...
How dumb can u be? u can do less den 6 lines....
he made a new record fo hiself, 3 bars and 2 rhymes......
got his ride shaped as a dick cuz he a scooter feind....*dick rider*
he thinks we can hear his voice, he prolly yellin at his computer screen....

This fools been laid to rest before, like a $5 whore/
Wanna learn some more, ya heart I tore before you swore/
You didn't even have time to whine, let alone dine, you a swine/
Like a pig in heat, check ya sig its worthless, that was thru the grapevine/
I got no time for you, I got bigger fish to fry, I slice ya style like sushi/
Spit on you while you lay in the street as i drive by in my Mitsubishi/
Unlike you I got no dick to ride cos I don't need to but you do/
Its obvious from the way you write, cos u tryin to be that magician "Can-DO"/
You should give it a rest and put ya self up for a change cos u can't entertain/
You ain't no magician, you a clown, turn that frown upside down you jus vain/

finaly.. sumthing to spit against....

ima leave this bitch broken, twisted and limbs missin/
have em more divided then colors and cracked-prisms/
id smack you wit lines,but really i like nines/
like sean paul, bitch gimme the light/
id hate to get violent, but damnit this kids worth-it/
wrote this verse perfect, in which that hes getting murked-with/
i bet you coudlnt flow, if inflated with hydro/
easily un-armed hoe. im thinkin its case-closed/
you couldnt run miles in my shoes, even if i gassed you before you left/
even if you was a scientist you still couldnt calculate my effects/(my arsenal)

he found summin ta spit against.....a 1-2 newbie.....


For what it's worth your not, you cannot be bought-
Your an herb, wit verbs that ought be lost.............
Done dealin witta devil, well deal wit my advice.......
Take your bible, double grip, an mesh wit Christ......
As I spit thru your chest an nest wit words of Jet...
Your heart can't handle the impression's left by vet's

Riddle:

You got some feeble battle tactics, isn't mommy feeding you more of that tasty broccoli and corn?
Of course not beef cos you can't handle the "forgotten" rhymes that I mastered before you were born
Battlin me you're as nervous as a newb at porn - I can notice by your undeveloped "weak-bladder"
With a finger I stop you from any attempt to "rush-me", less "crush-me", not even if you stood up on a ladder

i ate you and spat u out, cause what u call tasty sound, thats why they place me at the top and u on pasty ground...
cuase youll stay down stick there, u belong wit it...
u scared cause the shit i spit from my lips is acidic...
180 rounds a minute, im pinnin u like wresler everyones down and out raise an eyebrow when im finished...
keep your country shit i dont give credit for stains...
gain some brains i spit to say that u should elevate...

Damn right im new/
And im better then u/
Spittin the shit so sick u might get the flu/
No skillz,u sound like the beastie boys/
u gon know about the ground when i heat them toys/
Six feet under/
still hear my thunder/
These r the times i sit back and wonder/
What the fuck im doin this bullshit for/
Spittin hot shit on these bullshit whores/

Damn Cali, we all can tell your fuckin' weak and new
So Maybe Village Pimp can rip you for a weak or two
I spit the illest shit so motha fuckers get Brain Cancer
Your style is gay, if you were like Usher, you'd be a gay dancer
Talkin' 'bout whores? Fuck you think you is, I village Pimp
Kickin' out doors, Fuckin' drink my piss, My lines leak you limp
All I gots to say to you Caliber is that your gay, gay, gay
I body bag so many emcees that y'all think I'm the KKK

BITCH!