To: Kwell
Leave you with less stress, rip the brain of twurp dudes, Watch me serve you
Dead in the line, only time you ahead of ya time is being out past ya curfew

Youre a biter Xclusive... ima go report you... (and yes I do have proof dont have a winge)

X...
Please, dont give yourself that kinda mental stress, relax
when i addressed that rap, i was simply tryna express the facts
every aspect of u is false, while my shit remains all clean
the reason why u average, is cuz u spit verses by all means
i want yall ta' know why i'm here tryna snub this bastard's face in
it's cuz he'll git wins,
....untill someone convinces cats his dick aint public transportation

my name isnt xplicit....check are ip addresses..

ayo i could spit fast or in slow mode, you just dont know but i do cause cali is known for homos, but its cool gay people have feelings too, im off the wall got the ceiling glued, and i dont know what i just said im just tryin got get into the cypher, put your whole raps back into the diaper,murder this fool then react the crime scene, my rhymes mean cause i spit rage, you a bitch you got a pussy in your ribcage, spitting and ripping on a quick page, look dont beef you cant handle the cattle, wait im already beating this cat in our battle

u better hope!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! :laugh2: :laugh: :banghead:

fuck spite he wanna be a rapper he get hyped/
drinks sprite cuz he seen busta drink it on tv last night/
he just might...nah this bitch aint movin up he get clapped/
zipped an wrapped he tiny a mouse gettin trapped/
chasin his cheese his bank account in his couch cusions/
he in the same category america put bush in/
a liar starts beef but stands back/
ima soulja in the battle i dare em to clap back.

Yo forseen,ya like a ritual,you so pitiful
Cant spit da game cause da game wanna get rid of you
Homeboy wanna act like he know me though
You aint tell me you were wack, ya rhymes told me so
I aint da one you wanna act all preluded to
cause you wouldnt be a "soulja" if Bush recruited you

Young Mix

cuz you changed ya name you didnt change the game/
i spit the flame one verse could crush ya frame/
you's a dame words is lame whos to blame/
its a shame ya mother wished ya father never came(ejaculate)/
she had you an now she sniffen packs of glue/
ima fiend for the war dog ill clap ya crew.

When ya stop at me, dats ya death spot
and only way you "spit flames" is if ya breath hot
Im solid, I neva attempt to fall
my punchlinez leave ya head dazed like you hit it against da wall
yo,you gotta style den stick to one
cause otherwise,you can just suck my dick for fun

Young Mix

9 posts into the game...november u joined the newb list
shut the fuck up and read this as i show u how to do this
1st u log on...peep the shit you missed since u've been gone
and hit 'cypher' wit more rhymes 'up da ass' dan a donkey in a thong
too bad your offline....i really wanted to teach u a lesson
why'd you try to duplicate some shit im obviously the best in?
you dissed a nigga wit no wins ya verse was still garbage
ya downfall was 'forseen' ya weak drop made you a target
you a fiend for war? ya moms sniffs packs of glue?
ya wack you fool....hired assasins wouldnt 'clap' at you!
r u from tampa..or did you mean you wore TAMPOONS?
the way ill make em hit the exit..he'll be lucky if he aint stamped on!
you rep strong island but they dont rep u back...go practice!
you wack!.....kinda figured you was "New to R.ap B.itch

verse for forseen

fuck hot bitch da bronx you on shit/
you on dick i hit licks pass bricks you catch clips/
i do this shit for giggles this typin's ya career/
this iron rips ya beard to me the futures is clear/
grab all ya groupies bring an army if you could/
i said i fiend for war so bitch i wish you would/
yous the jump off joe budden pushed the wrong button/
from the da bronx to cali the whole nation know you frontin/
you run websites i run streets yeah its tampa/
dirty muthafuckas at the bottom of the hamper/
you shit in pampers im better left untampered/
my index shakes too much an blast hammers/
you unhappy camper stay hidden in the mist/
we all sharpshooter round here we dont miss.

Yo im da shit u give me free winz u ridin my shit
OMB standin for literally and lyricly O MY BITCH