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that semi better be long 'cause i'm hiding in the back
i'm holding this knife to move your slack ass and if it gets physical, let me be the first i'll fuck you after i fuck fred durst and i'll steel the wheelchair first before you give it to that guy and i'll strap you down with chains so you'll be mine you can't get away now cause i got a fucking twist tie to tie your fingers down also and i'll get you fried i'll hold fire up to your nose until your eyes burn and then take your dick and blend and churn i'm eating you for dinner and then you'll learn to shut the fuck up and order your words. |
watch i kick the Shit out of this soft little kitten,
my freestyles are iller, than n e of ur shit thats written, who da'fack, was that wack verse, aimed at da'curse, ya couldnt get ur point across, wit his body in a herse, i lyrically tear this coward, like i rap origami, fold him for hours, my shit be hot like salami, blah............... the last bar................. |
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH was your last bar, cant come up wit anything better then that, stop smokin that crack, your rhymes are wack, cuz your lines are flat, there was no life in your verse, your the only thing that should be left in the back of a herse,
theres no one worse, its like your cursed, cuz the punchlines dat you got wont work, go get a cert, yo breath is kickin, you trippin, dawg you like dmx thinkin you could rap, your slippin!!!!!!! |
Sorry kiddo... that was wack... I dont mean to hate...
But I've seen better structure from things in a liquid state... Read ya drop... and honesty the shit made me laugh... Never thought I'd see disses in the form of a paragraph... Would close the out with something dope.. but no need, G... Cause the worst I could say wqould never compare... . ...to what you're verse said for me |
what the fuck is a chrit? yo son i think ya missin an S/
bitchin in text, not fit to flex i'll put a six in ya chest/ didn't kno ya dick gets elevated beyond description-when ya listen to DMX/ ya only better then ya last bar, i can't even speak about-it/ avatar's a dancin girl shadowed out since the weak-were-grounded/ |
all ur wins: from fags and noobs...and ur decent emcees merked you...
ur verses dont effect so ill PM chrit and ask if his lines actually hurt you... dissin someone who could merk u wid one line...cuz ur an easy opponent... verses dont make sence like they didnt rhyme...u wack...but uve always known it... u dont even know what a chrit is so dont ask "Why Do People Laugh At Me?"... when ur were born and when u spit people say dam this guys a cutastrophe... blah im not even tryin and i owned him |
this aint a battle forum, only thing ya own is a bicycle/
ya rhymes look like poems...all those periods are not nice of course/ go hed and pm chrit, while ya at it tell em ya gay/ cuz on the same note, ya verses make as much sense as ya name/ i dun't kno who ya are, next time bring a mic/ cuz i dun't wanna have to come back and diss ya again-tonight/ 111herbbb |
Im Not Even Gonna Try, Cuz Ur Not Even Worth My Time....
They Say Words Speak For Themselves...Thats Y Ur A Mime.... Ur Wack.....Do You Even Want Me To Fuckin Translate.... Da Prophecy...Dawg...You Lost To One Of My Crew Mates.... Dont Make My Cyber Slap You..Maybe It Will Fix Your Mind.... I Got More Skill Than You And Your Alliases Combined.... |
you shouldnt even try, i dont wanna read ur texts,
because lyrically, u compare to raw gay anal sex, an with these lyrics i posess, that be in my brain, i turn them into texts, an battle records i stain, elevation is beyond the level you comprehend, stop rappin, stop lieing, urself u cannot defend, |
Frozen wit heat, come on dude you're making me kind of curious/
Your first punchline is a gay joke, are u serious!/ So I guess I know whats running through your mind/ You like to let niggas cum run in your behind/ Yo step up your game, get you some skills/ Stop rappn like u just finished poppn a pill/ Feeln' on yourself showing yourself affection/ I done with you, finished, on to the next session |
I'll leave you frozen when you see the size of the heat that i'm holdin,
17 shots through your halter top, gettin hit by the plastic gloc, i'm quick to make your heart stop, i'll kill you while your parents watch, leavin you in between a rock and a hard place, jus cuz you gave my mouth a bad taste, i do wut it takes, to try to make the most cake, you gonna try to stop me, i'm hannibal lector i'm leavin wit your face!!!!!!! |
deeni'n rhymes, cuz this fake ass gangsta thinks he packin a 9/
like walkin around with a flak jackets a crime/ cuz I bet everyone wants to shoot u blind/ not only wack ass rhymes, but this punk talkin bout bakin cakes/ I bet u use yo bf's cum for the icing to increase tha taste/ so stop frontin cuz u fake, don't be fooled by tha record/ cuz I'll shank ya and slice u across tha face/ with lyrical words, used to substitute for ma sword/ slash u up, till u tha size and as stiff of a 3 in a half inch board/ directed at deeni |
While yall dudes be talkn' about who carries more heat/
I come with a big machetti like Jason Worhease/ Don't need to change my clips or fill up with ammunition/ Slice with precision, keep going with repitition/ I'm to hot for words, each line I spit is like lava/ I don't think gene pool can handle all the drama/ End up with head trauma from the impact of the hollows/ Do they call you gene pool because of all the semen that you swallowed?/ |
u won't be speakin so hot afta I break u down/
from inside I rip out ya body like a crazed clown/ spill out ur open wounds along with ur blood/ cuz that's where tha name Gene Pool comes from son/ and I'll mutate into ma normal self with a hatchet at hand/ turn to face u and stick it in ya head like a primitive caveman/ |
Its the gene pool, callin him self a lyricallly crazed clown//
Toss his rhymes in the water, they all seem to drown// The outcome of ur battle is predictable within a blink// cuz just like ur rhymes, your battles just seem to sink// Very creative, starting a crew called Corrupted Visions// Never had one of those, A team just for the winless// HA HA....SUCKA LaTeR |
I'm gonna slay this EVIL_SOLO BECAUSE, he's a str8 up bitch/
nigga, you couln't come hard if, you took viagra for ya dick/ ya weak as shit, there's nothin thug about you/ niggas will have you bent, over in jail, yellin, 4 the C. O., to come and get, a homo thug, up out you/nigga, I'll "HOUSE YOU" like THE JUNGLE BROTHERS/you gonna fuck around and get your head buss like a rubber/ |
^black fire^
wow that verse was awfully weak, you got 'room' for improvment...but u can't move in till we meet/ luckily you havn't battled n e one on site, if this were in tha streets, with a verse lik that u prolly run from tha fight/ garenteed all L's, cuz wen all else fails you'll let vets beat you for negative attention lik sluts on E pillz// |
you must be a newbie, hold his 'piece of mind' like confederate flags so you salute me//
you 'straight spitten' booty, like eating 'nuthing but-cheeks'// take out tobacco, put your remains in a lucy// |
if this guy think he could do better
i'd like to see him go out in his ladies sweater and go ontop of the roof and dance in bad weather people would watch anyway, i would, "you should let her." this guy ain't gett'n even a quaint perspective but I can't figure him out, I ain't a detective i'll sit in the back a that semi and make a little shak in the back to make it mine that way when i'm ready to smack his kind i'll take this pistol and pack it for the killing time |
Yo yur whack same goes for yur NAME,
from what i see you aint gonna succeed in this rap GAME, i'll give you advice stop SPITTEN, before i spit all ova yur girls KITTEN, of course he wouldnt care he likes little BOYZ, Damn no wonder lokk where he's from.....but i'll still drop an ILLA NOISE(Illinois) |
ur sayin his name wak ur probly poor not rich//
about as poor as a bitch-whore with no tits// dog heres ur kibbles~n~bits,sittin on his// as his grandma knits a sweater for gay pride// so heres some advice, go put ur balls in a vice// cuz u might as well give ur nuts away to the mice// hes never gunna need them, im rollin dice, like a blunt// fuckin with me is like fuckin loose cunt, i make this crunked// |
Aimed @ 2rich (no beef just walked away from my machine for a minute..
It's 2-'Rich' who's Raps ~R~ 'Sweet' like ~A~ Punk-Bitch/ On the MIC he's just...'High' Pitch, He could suck Da shine off ~A~ ...Chrome Hitch/ He drops the Noise but he spits-'Dick' filled W/Poise when he Nut-Licks/ Under fire or down to the wire... I pull off 'Feats' like Grim Rep wit 'Sneaks' Pop off heat ~N~ Watch you count Dem Leaks/ Ya too Meak ~N~ Weak think of me when MRS. 'Brady' Speaks/ I'll send you the 'Bill" ~N~ end ya life in Shreks/ (Brady Bill, just think) Embers spark dry brush to flame like the heat I spit W/Boiling Lryics that Mame/ While you remain the same, my style's ,HOT like 'Fire ~N~ Flame' Your style's NOT like 'Tired and Lame'/ |
Hey yo, take a look at dis wannabe ho'/
he think he can rhyme but it aint no betta than mine, thats fine lemme ring tha chime its tha end of ya line// His name is what his name is, cause its the only thing that make him famis// he lets other watch his dog bounce, which doesnt even way an ounce, watch out for 'dat squirrel it might pounce and ask for that one fluid ounce (cum juice)// He says his style's hot, he gonna end up gettin shot, i think it's time ta plan ya next plot, or else i be turnin your spot into a coin slot!// |
K-Dubb's intelligence can be compared to a piece of wood/
stupidity at its finest, the dumb will never be understood/ i jacked ya bling bling n this fists comin at ya wit ur ring/ like a stranded human in the desert, ya spits contain nothing/ like a one way street ya skills only headin in one direction/ if u were goin up hill n its like ur motor is in disfunction/ ur skills like retarded kids, cuz both of em got down syndrome/ even if ur mind was put on a swing, a push wouldnt assist ur momentum/ |
man after readin this niggas verse-damn it im convenced
that he got his name-from his garbage freestyles,when ppl yell silentz this cat is really BAD when he read this he'll be in envy cause his record like wack wrestlers lost-0 1 2 3 shit after this verse ima smoke me a dubie an hopefully-the next emcee will rip me |
You Got The Worst Lyrics I Have Ever Seen..
Wanted A Challenge I'd Ask For A Double Team.. Take My Lyrics And Have A Big Bite Out Of Them.. I Share The Wealth.. Here Have Your First Win.. Smoking That Doobie Only Time You'd See Dope.. This Rape Left You Wishing For Soap On A Rope.. |
this cat speek ez don't even know how to spell
give em an H, E, double L, couldn't even spell Hell it's so "easy" to "speak" and tear this kid down he says "f*** who you be," can't properly use a noun look at me, xzibit's gracing my avatar but dawg your lyrics wouldn't be sick, even with three cases of SARS junior productions perform favors just to get to the bottom your views twisted dawg, like you lived in sodom |
this dude go pound~4~pound, has no skill above//
me, he coodnt catch a clue with a glove i see~love// evrywhere i go...this dude just another john doe// when i come thru ya spot and blow away ur dome// dont give me that tone, i search for clowns like you// ur rymes are silly,they length jump ayound like a kangeroo// my barrel* like fusilli, spiraled and bored into his brain chord// im the lord, with my verse he just got gored~and~outscored// edited: *barrel of a gun |
Time ~2~ Diss-DiZasterous who’s flows’ ~A~ Miss While Mine Remain Glorious~N~ Victorious/
So stop the fuss, cuz ya drop missed the Bus, compare our styles ~N~ my lyrics Crush/ As I take aim, with ~A~ verse that’ll rattle ya brain ~N~ leak ya life-out in Stains W/Blood pouring like Rain/ You call that Rap, well you live up to your Name, a total ‘Disaster’ I’ll leave ya running in shame/ Even if you pissed ‘Fire’, you still wouldn’t hold ‘Heat’, I could hand ya a lighter ~N~ ya couldn’t Ignite Beats/ It must be lonely at the bottom, with no one below, the emptiness in your head manifests’ in ya Flow/ Whack ness embraces ya dialect, erasing any signs of ya intellect, YOU ~N~ Fame, will never intersect, just like what ya lacking…RB’s Respect!/ |
I'ma BOUNCEDOGGYDOG like bad check,the only thing you can beat is dick/ stop lyin sayin you had sex, you prick/I'll spit in your face/this ass whippin gonna change you from a BAD BOY, to church boy like MASE/put your mouth on a pistol bitch/I'll put your brain out of order when, these hollopoints, whistle bitch/
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haha this guy makes me laugh~n~pass out//
this bitch above asses~out, hes causin a drought// he makes the board dry, go pout~n~cry *sigh*// is this dude a guy, or is it a women who wants to be fly// aww man, or shood i say lady, this bitch a day dream// im splitten~yo~spleens, like im a tailor and ur jeans// how come it seems every1 dissin me sucks and lacks attacks// and slacks the talent they need to back themselves, u wack// u coodnt "cum" correctly if you took viagra and dick sizin pills// so wuts the deal, go write shit up, cuz my flows u cant feel// |
Aimed @black fires' weak ass
Look at this Whack Cat, the Dog will 'Fire' ya Ass 'Black'/ Super sorry rhymes, embedded in each ~N~every one of those lines/ Trying to redefine the definition of Rap, but check my premonition you'll neva be Signed ~2~ Crap/ Bitch Slapped ~N~ invaded from the back, ya Flaming Faggot you spit what you Pack/(SHIT) Your rhymes neva hit thier Mark, Change ya name to 'Miss-Fire' ~N~ 'Doubt' ya Bite is worse than ya Bark/ Well I left ya Schooled, Ruled, and 'Oraly Glued', didn't mean to be rude, but ya 'stuck' from the 'seed' that I spewed/ So think before ya speak, and Rap B4 ya tweak, cuz that garbage was far less than Weak/ |
this ass comin back again, wut the hell is ur problem//
u fuckin goblin, this fat jerk off waddlein, thats wut happenin// y u divide ur lines, hey lil kim, u causin sins with that double chin// lyin like ur thin, and if u r not, o well, then imma kill ur kin*// back the fuck off u annoyin little moth, put u into chiken broth// cuz u drop bad eggs from ur ovaries, dont get cold~with~me// ur done son, put away ur gun b4 u shoot urself, pray like a nun// once i come, ur frame all gone, u little pon, this verse was fun// *kin is a meaning for children |
^ Kin is a meaning for children? You ignorant fuck, it implies relation of blood line. Child or not! You're just whack and ignorant, so please don't post here any more.
Everone look at the little bitch, shaking in the corner at the sight of my style switch/ Ya just a little punk who could probably rap better if you was wasted Drunk/ From Hip Hop to Cocked Glocks ya couldn't Bust Shots cuz ya Drops Flop/ My steel-fist penitrates ya Soft-ness, Cooked by the temp of my Hot-ness ~N~ still your Drop-less/ I daze ~N~ Confuse with a vocab you couldn't Defuse ~N~ Punches that land ~N~ Amuse/ So if it's a battle you chose, too late cuz every one knows you're gona lOSE/ So fuck a Diz-ASS-terous, to the Rap game ya Blas-pha-mous/ I'll dance on ya spine like a Rapping Preacher @ Hammer time/ Sorry I had to diss this little Miss, but she had 'IT' 'Cumming' like her 'Mom' ~N~ little 'Sis'/ Please exit RB now before I shame you further. What? |
u stupid fuck, postin a battle verse//
how long u need to get across ur words// children can be urs if they a part of ur blood line// this dude committed a crime time after time// ur tellin me im bad u listned to wut i sed// u attched ur lines u stupid fuck, u might as well be dead// |
Amby ignore this free post, I just need to set this fool straight.
First of all that is no battle verse, it's what I always post here. I don't need to save my vesres for battles, I do that in real life. I have no problems producing verses like that each and every time, so there's no need to seperate my cyphers from battle verses. Unlike your sorry ASS drops, I bring it every drop and every line. So fuck off and recognise. If you have a urge to test me, then go a head and set yourself up for failure one more time in your pathetic excuse for a life. It's obvous in your reply that there is a huge lack of elevation, so please just keep quite until your drops prove other wise!!! OWNED!!!! |
shut tha fukk up,
i beat your bitch w/my log until her cervix clogged n me sheets double functioned as a body gauze// blood lost, brain mal functioning, now she wanna b ma girl...while im throwing her out ma moving whip like a drunkin hurl// made that 'bitch' 'bounce' lik 'doggydog's checks', i'll check your chess with ma tech n make u cold hearted wen ma steel meets your breasts// |
Are you illiterate or was that just deliberate? Either way I'd just get Rid-of-it/ (your rap)
I bet ya Daddy wished he 'Fired' ya Name [Blanks] right after he bedded that Hill Billy Dame [ya Mom]/ How was he to know you'd bring him a Life full of Shame, I bet he Cut off his Dick, cuz he gave it the Blame/ Ya want to step up ~N~ act 'Rough', cuz that's were ya 'Putt', in simple terms 'Ya-take-in-the-Butt'/ Like a 'Bird' that don't fly 'Straight', ya 'Crooked' ~N~ 'Fowl' from all the 'Cock' that ya take/ Like Cooking at home ya better 'Shake ~N~ Bake' Cuz ya ryhmes ~R~ 'Breaded ~N~ Fake'/ My drop you can Contemplate, or reply ~N~ Exagerate but we all know my words will Circumnavigate your Cranial Plate/ ~N~ Devistations ya only fate, Cuz for humiliation it's way too Late/ This shits too easy..... |
you suck kid, i cause ruckus,
but this is basicall7y a freepost, so fuck this. ill kick ur ass in battle -0 and strip ya lines... cuz i cause ya polls havoc, and rip ya nines trip ya times, you needa quit, bitch cuz i cause you puking..like bally total fitness.. |
u think u nise/ ill splatta ya wit my verbal vernacualar/
ur rymes lack meaning/ like pre teens lack semen/ ur ingredience is all wrong/ u the type to listen to prince tracks/ and sing along/ Im jus messin around/ but my flows still hotta/ I could spit holes in the ground/ u the type that act tough when them hoes is around/ when i confronted u u smiled and said/ i jus wanna be down |
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