will a peer is first 2 get clowned
wit this gangstafied shit
mad N spittin lead
shoulda tried 2 override this hit
when i was the 'cool clip'
I spit lead from the back of the church
2 da pool pit
I emit so much dead in this
jesus wouldnt wanna fool wit it

get kilt, hot clip in this shit

hot clip bout to get a whole clip from my berretta...
my shits so much betta, you aint a contendah...
you emittin nottin but filth my rhymes are lyrical pressence upon oneself...
you takin nottin to da pool pit, wit yo fool shit, tryin to be cool shit...
you spittin in da church cuz yo rhymes are nottin but bible hyms...
alter boy taken more dick than cardinal sins...

get this corney ass fool out my sight
its like this nigga see'n the after effects of this dick in his wife
get over it
get some rehab
get ur mind right
Spit some sensible shit
if it aint dispensible like cold clips
u tryin to flow is like blood clot goin thru an old bitch!



nigga u don't kno me u only on a 'hunch' like a dirty whore
shut yo ass up nigga get some boxers out of that panty drawer
if u got some in it...get kilt

cold clips ur rymes stale like old chips
u like jay z with big lips
it take 1 rhyme to pop all the shit that u said
i pop my gun n fill ur head fulla led
u got no flow i kill u in won bar
it hurt so bad feel like you got hit by da 2 ton car
i am the illest emcee by far
i slit ya with my blade n leave u with a scar
u joined this month and already gettin laughed outta rb
no wonder this bitch felt inclined to get a pussy

Hot clip, you better grab ya boys, tell those bitches to hold ya steady//
My nine hits ya so many times, ya new name gonna be confetti//
Hot clip talk'n alota bull shit, who you trying to fool//
Only time this bitch see'n a hot clip was attending beautician school//

Break ya face apart/
and make you put it back together like a Leanardo "Da Vinci" art/
I make you so clueless you'll be starvin in a grocery mart/
You'll Get pushed around more than grocery carts/
I'm like the tides you like the Joan of Arc/
If you had a flashlight you could't see me in the dark/

Well you call yourself a lock, thats quite fitting really/
My lyrics are the key, what you think'n go'n agaist Da Vinci/
I can paint the perfect picture, which means you gonna lose/
You stuck and stunned in disbleif cause your homeboys chose me too/
This is just a nursry rhyme of mine I thought it would be quite fitting/
Next time you step up to a mic, don't, and just keep on sitting/

yo yall niggas amuse me annoying my wrath
I'm breakin in houses while ya wife take her bath
spit reload this hot clip wit bullets
injected with staff infection
yall 2 soft lookin for a battle nigga
I'm the rough road....wrong direction

i'll kill yall all day

You Think Your A Hot Clip, Haha Maybe A Hot Clit/
Your just a fuckin' pussy, and you shouldn't push me/
I'll load up my own hot clip, Let the clip pop, rip/
Through ya head and chest, And the only thing you good at is insest/
You Should invest, In something to protect when i bust the tec/
I Lyrically wreck your verse, It's a curse, Your the worst, I put you inna herse/

Can I get a fuck you?

Ya shit is no competition like 'trucker hats' against some 'fitteds'
nigga I'll fade u away like J's on the ballin court in a 'rcura'wit 'tinteds'
fuck this i aint goin 2 flow no mo'
cuz if I did he'd b banned 4 sho...

sorry ass muh fucka... unfuckwittable

This trick "Hot clip"/
spit'n so relentless,/
no need, anyone your battle'n theres no contest/
LIke tix-tac-toe, everyone you know puts an X, across your chest/
Call'n people wannabies/
He roll's deep, his crew called the teletubies/

Dis nigga will never learn dont play with fire, you need some work/
I'll have your mom bendin over you with "40 ounces" of blood on both you and her skirt/
Once I get you in my grasp/
you can't break out Im like alcatraz/
X's on his chest for the clip thats hot/
Better than havin 0's for the wins you got/

Hardhitter, you came up with that name 'cause you was bitter/Sick of seeing yo' ass whipped round beat down like a clown.

I swear I saw you on the ground when you took some of that hard hitting, you run witha as much style as my little kitten. You know the one that I cooked up in the kitchen.


Im sick of fake mc's like you bitching about skills and deals and whos the real.. Whats the real deal? Are you for real or just some fake mc who wont reveal that he's a fake ass muthafucka who constantly gets smacked down by another brother. You really black? Or just claim to be from the hood cause you smoke crack and your life is whack.


Woah that went better than expected, My first ever diss nothing personal guys just playing around.




2nd reply:

Lock:
Yeah he wont learn to play with fire with your skills, your rhymes just to work/
Why you interested in his momma, you like that kinda stuff. I guess your the key to her lock/
Once I get you in my grasp/
Your rhymes will no longer laster as I stand back and blast/
I'd prefer to hear rhymes from hoes than the skillz you got/

Read the disclaimer above. Just playing guys.

This is a Rap Show and i'm the host, and big up to the kid with only 3 posts! Y'all say ya wanna blow up like Jay-Z! Well let me tell you something! Y'all niggas is lazy! If this was the bible, I would be Jesus, and you'd be my follower! You better believe this! OR maybe you'll go Big like 50cent! Shit! That's money at the arcade i spent! 50cent! I'll give you a dolla! HOLLA! Gimmie my money back and i'll see you tommorow! Today we find out if i'm ya daddy! or if it was the German Shepard in the back of the caddy!

That was some slaw you just spit and you can second vote it/I hope to hell it was a freestyle cause it'd be bad if you wrote it
If you was an E-Bay product you would'nt get any bids/you suppose to be hazardous but get played with by kids/
I'm something like a theif through the night thats up to no good/You compared to a boy scout group that jack around with woods
It's a minimum of six bars but I'll leave with eight/I roasted you but I want butcher to chop the meat on his plate