yo ya 6 lines was alright till the last two which spoiled it......

aiight check
u dont wanna test cos i spits rentless agression/
leave ya defenseless i spit gire from all directions/

wats wrong wit this cat, lets wen ya battle, ya shud expect 2 lose/ ur like a bitch wit a dick u jus gettin confused/

maybe ya stupid goin at me, its bad decision making/
u left exposed like a drunk girl, wit virginty to be taken/

jesus i hope all emcee's on this site ent as bad as you...



aight..

Kid this is street-hop' not a 'fuckin-debate',seems like you battlin ~elton-john~ cus u doin anythin butt' ~fight-straight~, this homo's increasin the 'crime-rate', yet he spits SHIT an wonders why ~'above his head'~ it still says 'lightweight.'

Ya ego's outta space, need to get ya ''mits-to-ya-face''(boxing gloves) but kid your ~'ears are sweatin'~ you shud get ya ~'pits-into-place'~ so now you got ya honour to-erase,kid u ~'fell short'~ like ~'steven hawkins'~ reachin ~'third-base in his NECKBRACE'~ LMAO!

that'll do kid.. i dont wanna kill you so soon into ya career..

peace.

L.p... the future best text batler...

oh wow L prophet thats his dick now get off it/
oh wait there still some semen in ya throat? go ahead and cough it//
Now you've been 'right'ly bitched so ive 'left' ya for dead/
Cuz u been 'duckin' our battle like my avatar got to your head// LMAO
Must I continue? Ill hit this, till i leave ya shitless/
Only time you hear 'L Prophet' is when im callin out the bitch list//
oh lord 3 is enough

yo turbulance u spittin drama an romance/
take a glance down a guys pants n inhance ur vision/
lookin atta weiner thinkin hmm i shoulda gotta circumcision/
touchin weiner to weiner like a head on collision/
im usin division to slice u in two/
hoppin threw a mans ass like a kangaroo, turbulance, goin turbo fast, in a gay anal screw/

history has to have told u dukes usually got shot/
but ill began an end the war wit the arsenal that i got/
i bet u kno bout gay gettin ya shit tossed/
but spittin that i see why u got no wins an one loss/
get tha fuck outta here if u think ya nice/
an if u think ur on my level..stop an refrain to think twice//

Listen up little boi, u aint nice,
and you better think twice about some of the things you said,
cuz cats like me will leave your ass for dead,
your rhymes are bogus like bill&ted, whats goin on in your head,
u must be mixed up, i could eat you while gettin my dick sucked,
leavin your heart stuck at one beat, gettin hit by my pistol from pete!!!

deeni, the way spit is the opposite of genious/ nigga, you will never come hard, you're an oldman penis/yo, I got something for you, that will make you stiff like your legs when, you jackin off/and thats 40 cal 4 you MR. CAptain soft/that'll stop your ass 4 wackin off/

Yo black fire, you should retire, you ani't spittin like me//
I throw 8 at ya chest like a Kobe jersey//
You need to rehearse, and edit that shitty verse that you shot//
You ain't hot, and you talk about the penis a lot...//
And when you spit your little bullshit, it ain't even felt//
I'll piss on black fire to put him out before he can melt//

I here ta' put ya ta' rest, Tsheff be less then tha best//
Weak ass fool, gets picked on by more dudes than Ja Rule//
He's from Eeeni teeni weeni little Cincy, this kats real names prolly Lindsay,fag...isn't he?//
I slay more gays in ways than your average day, I bet you even wanna bang my balls like a game of croquette//
Head back to tha Ruckers Sucker N'go get ya brothers from under ya mother in her covers//
Sharin mothers wit ya homies like ya be sharin Colt 45's, now ya feelin bad like ya drunk n' all hype'd ta' go drive, end up smashin through signs//
Ya fake faggot tha faults yours Hull holds tha high score...
N' I say your more poor than tha Ravens commin outta Baltimore//

Like P.Diddy and those whack ass niggas from Makin the Band//
I'll slap you quick with the back of my hand, you aint in demand, now here's the plan// Go buy me a cheesecake and dont keep me waitin, Or when you get home you'll find me on your bitch masturbatin// YOu know its kinda funny to think your name is Jay.. a white boy rhymin cuz the only black movie he ever seen was Kid n' Play//

god damn you cant even count numbers//
prolly take it in the butt from cucumbers//
motha fucka your rhymes are bitter//
too bad for our sake, your not a quitter//
your shit rhymes are driving us crazy//
not even 6 lines, damn you lazy//
go buy you a cheesecake?//
what are you talkin bout? your punches are fake//
you talk bout shows on MTV//
talkin bout black shows, shouldnt you be watching BET?//
what's wrong wit a white boy who can rhyme//
better then you, your worse then shower grime//
you can't handle my white boy skills//
cuz im the white billy from the hillz//
so next time atleast take your time//
and actually compose a rhyme//

i douse this little lizards* fire without even sayin bitch please
bitch nice? lose softly like u always do then we see whos nice [me]
Grab a mic first than preach to these bitches, rewind gotta read wut i wrote
lizards mics and preachers oh shit u know its dope
my lines are sniffed more by crack heads cuz they dawned it "SUPER DOPE"


*spyro=little dragon from spyro games

in rapping you dont hav a clue..theres no life for him to persue..
Insert who?..ill rip you a new ass for u to stick ur rhymes into..
Ur 2 wins must of came from ur other alliases and u think u cool..
go back to school..the only time u spit is when u sleep and drool..
ur hole verse was halarious......but i was laughin at you..
beating me? no chance bitch, so please just pass-through..

Look at this bitch, his avi reflects the opposite of him//
A skinny and black guy, who does have bling-bling//
Don't think im trippin, i know him in reality//
As far as battlez, his ass is his only casualty// (D/R)
In 2 crews, cause he has to much time on his hands//
So punches come slowly, im off-life by the time one lands//


Biatch...

Puglist, a new rapper in myst
Better stay away from my fist
Your a geek and never have been kissed
Microsoft is were you should work
For that big mother fucking jerk
Go back too your bin
Or die too my sin