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With A Record 1-0 You'll Get No Resepct I'll Have You In The Mix Like King~~DipSet You've Bin Here Since September I Know You An Alias I StaneLess Steel Handle On Your Brain, What A Status My Bars Seperate Only Coz Your Mind Is To Illiterate, You Not Spitting~It, Your Played More Then A Little Bit Still Riding In Middle School, You To Young To Handle Last Words Will Be R.I.P As Your Mom Lights A Candle Exponent, Lol Friendly Diss Mang |
[Color=Royal Blue]Look Here Kid, U Wack U Can't See Me
Tell U Tha Truth, Ur Wack Just Like Ur Name 'Zeke' I Aint Gonna Waist A Whole Drop, Cuz Ima Gets Mine You Should be Next To Lil C.A.L.I. In Top #1 Newbs... ...................Right Next To That Hoe HottnessDefiend[/Color] |
ur a Bitch Son, i stab till ya bowel cant get Stiched Done
they thinkin!! Which One, u fuked up now u been Skitched Cunt ur Mind Is Dead G, just like yah fuked u Kind..Deaf Body yah body is so buried anyways u could get above it with Lines of prodigy that would save yah life, like yah face i hit a home run and Caved yah face right.. |
tolerate that your games all wack//
about to smoke this faggit like he was a balck // talkin about shit you ant done an shit yawl never do// ripin more dudes then fagges the size of crews// the level you on is lower then the devils kingdom// so you mines well give rapp up with those week biten ryhmes called crumes// i know i could of done better |
fuck tha numerous names...I aint here ta humor u lames//
I skew u wit flames...disembow my enemies// like bootlegs did tha industry// I see yall dont recognize nd aint prolly concern// .... whom I am untill a 3rd body gets burned..// I judge niggaz... say "You WACK!!" and then court is adjourned// I demolish anybody that steps against me// SHIT!!..with you im not even botherd..rippin tha rappin Monica Lewinsky!! HEY!!!HEY!!!listen... |
Coldsteel,shut those rhymes up or shut yo mouf
and be careful of da shit dat you let-go-out Yo,I aint knockin-ya-flow but when Im here,ya rhymes gotta stop-and-then-go Wit those rhymes,ya can trouble humanity but I guess wackness runs down ya family Young Mix |
Young mix stop thinkin your rhymes be fulla trix//
Cos you jus be suckin dicks behind a wall of bricks// Got the record of 1 an 6 but that shit don't add up// It collapses on ya an makes you look like in the mud, stuck// Bin in since september and you still ain't elevated boy// I'll hand it to ya on a plate "you an easy win. a lil kids toy"// You can't go toe to toe with me, you jus lousy, an industry fake// You lose every match in this game how did you win one for fuck sake// I'm done with you now, this shits over// Now get back on ya knees an start preyin to jehova// |
Yo,Im numba 1,nigga,you prolly like numba 9
cause outta ya 10 linez,not one can equal one of mine Dis nigga aint rappin,dis bitch-is-mad Nah my rhymes aint fulla trix,they fulla rhymes you wish-ya-had He gon call me an industry fake lemme get rid of dis wannabe rapper for da industry sake Ima be a rapper, you still gon be on a computer he tries to get me cause if I rap,his rhymes aint gotta future Am I hot,dats not safer-to-ask-it Ima put ya label outta business so get used to sayin "paper or plastic" Ill have dis nigga dead but nothin happened ta me and dont play yaself,nigga, you'se just a fragment ta me Young Mix |
i'm new to rap verse but still i know who's weak
like bouncedoggydog "the computer geek" fuck this nigga he's eroded like fungus calling us kidz when he's probably the youngest your right fuck a babylon bandit you was born addicted to dick and you avy is already branded |
For all yall niggas dat wanna diss my record,Ima diss you through my record
cause Im ill like dat Ima diss this record til one-and-six-is-dead but I'd rather have dat than be a runnin-bitch-instead yall niggas betta run-and-grip-ya-bed before ya gon need a doctor to come-and-stitch-ya-head Fuck my record at least I gotta bar cause only thing dats nice about you is ya avatar My rhymes are armor-piercin bulets,so stay low Ill have ya rhymes from "O-K" to "K-O'd" If yall see me in da streetz,yall gonna stare at me I see yo faggot-ass readin my shit carefully I aint in dis shit for fun,Im in-it-ta-win while yall read my shit and say,Young mix done shitted again Young Mix |
Yo diss me back you fuckin pussycats
yall cant push me back cause yall rookies wack My rhymes are great,yalls are just under-da-brim da difference between me and Jada is Im younger-than-him Yo,my linez'll wreck ya face Im numba 1,so da rest of yall fightin over second place Call me a time bomb or a dynamite unignited cause what I can freestyle yall gotta take a whole day to write it Young Mix |
U spit Sour-n-Bitter like u be drinkin -Juice-. Thinkin Imma ginna Lose? .. naa imma whoop him badly n get convicted of Child Abuse
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.MictoriouS. has a troop in his sig
has his gay rhymes hooked up rig leavin u like da ho u r abused in da park bitch gettin rapped by 3 guys in da dark u dissin me is like a newbie beatin me which will never happen only time time you 'merk' is when your hands are clappin |
Mictorious,Ill blast his name like I blast a gun
and if I wanted a wack post,I would've asked for one My shit is fast, so ya betta duck quick you had a hour and dat was da best shit you could come up wit? He got hot nuts cause he roasted his balls but dat shit, you wouldve been betta off not postin at all 1 line,dat wasnt even a whole bar dat was half of one,so your exposed as a bitch so far Young Mix |
First off, You don't a damn thing about me//
so there's there's ya first violation,you attempted to Doubt Me// there ain't no reason to pout b, You can't live without me, that's why i kill ya ass in this bout G// Now there ain't no reason to try commit Suicide// I'll blow you up like Kanye blow the hook, stupid bitch Do or Die// Call me an assassin, I smile at niggaz through scope// Cuz ya first diss against me was something someone else wrote// Now i've been on my come up, but stupid niggaz run up, rattle off stupid shit and bout to get gunned up// |
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