ya weak structured plus ya flows r 'bass'ic like sterio frames
tha only time u close to kill'n is in ya Video Games
Get Rid o ya Name, but yo tha jus a piece of advice
become a scientist-get out tha game son, ya Thesis is Rite
n keep ya thoughts -unwritten-, nobody wanna see wuts on ya mind
U jus like kids wit bitch's fo avatars.... lookin like 'pussy' all tha time
tha Outcome aint hard to find.... dun take no Bio*Chemis'sts
ya games outa date playa, like super nintendo n sega genesis

The Only This You "HIT" Is My Dick In Yo Mouth "MAN"..||
Cook Ya Like Pancakes Serve The Syrup And Damn Pan..||
Outlaw ???....Please I Got Chicken Heads That Come of With Betta Names..||
I Heard This Cypher In A Another Thread Yo Rhymes ALl The Samee..||
A-town He Reppin A City..||
I Bet If He Had A MIc He Would Still Be Suckin Tittys..||

when i spit, critics like to joke then give me a label///
so now im unstable, jump through the computer and choke them with their own telephone cabels///
ive been sick ever since i sliced out my moms naval//
im that "FATAL", i battled pac, snatched his mic and shattered his halo
when 2 attacked me i was unable, so i decided to make a twin outta some play-dough//i made his eyes red and his brain glow//then summoned his "flows" from the nearst volcaneos, now you need an army to stop me///
you or Hitman couldnt harm me, especialy in those bodies///
but which one of you, is the other ones copy??//
you cant top me, you guys go together like tube socks///
both comin off wack, and rockin the same lame picture of 2 pac

the only reason your unstable
is cuz your a fat ass
cant rip threw these cables cuz u got fat hands
ew hate ta c you in tights you'll neva b peter pan
im talk shit ta you juss cuz i can
but you couldnt handle me fo real cuz your not a real man
im attack you lyricaly cuz thats mah plan
u need sleep wit a nite light cuz your scard of the sand man

:wtf: this guys brain seems to have a vacancy///
maybe, hes just crazy but imma put his mind into slavery///
those lines he spit dont even belong on the same page as me///
nothing phases me, cause my phrases be nasty///
killa, if you wanna dance, just ask me///
cause ive been in countless tournements rapping///
not only daze you, my flows leave you permenantly napping....///
whats happening? im tired of getting judged and challenged by these "Young" kids//
they cant even comprehend who sick and incredibly strong my tongue is

Fucka Hit man ill killa young MC with Fatal Lyrics
Unwritten hazard? you skills sound def.. i cant hear it
your hardly with this 5 second spit. really you arnt spit
face the facts your all wet n shit...even your bars drip
This cat cant STOP editing verses, whats wrong godda typo?
Naw thats just habit, whats worse hes fuckin with a pyscho
So im liable ill even ask my invisable friends,to merk this cat
show up with my counter part rival, make him realize hes wack
you need just play def, and shut your trap, no one listen to you
your crap at best. this entire crowd of judges should just piss on you
73 post? LoL kid your fooling with me right? this a bad joke
the fuck we gunna take advice when you cant even poll vote
Everythign your writting gets redone, still takes you an hour
So ya hell post, then magicaly itll change with mystic powers

Um you suck
your wack
You have no talent
Just stop rap... please?

There did i cover every aspect?
You jukebox playing white wanna be reject....

outcome drops lines verbaly unable to compete wid lyrical,
coz he is like a caktus but his lines dnt prick literal,
but fuck dis aint political,outcome jerks over his mum changing,
i put a cap in is rep, and in shootin long rangeing,
outcome hosts more defeat victories,
then a post man host deliveries,
dont quit ur day job outcome,
coz u fail hip-hop and ur only one lap~one!!!!

^^State the obvious......most MC's are lyrical
You get merked in lyrics then done in physical
It's a miracle your recs 1-0 coz your so wack
Flyweight to rb!......more like flyweight to rap
I run laps around you with words.......you die
You bout as fast as biggie, had too many pies
Everyday to cry coz you know that your a flop
Think you can rap but you suck at this hip-hop

michael im deceitful and libeal to make you confind in the bible//i kill you and get away wit it cause of my decoys on the mic ya lines suck worse then ya cowboys// and dawg ya from texas arent you supposed be singing country// they bought this bitch to battle me cause no man can fuck with me// last one that tried ended up in protective costitey//i slice this punk up wit rusty knifes and just so i dont have to hear his dull ass flow i'll start wit his wind pipe//Bitch GET IT RIGHT :shoot: :thefinger

Man New Testament your making it to easy
Fuck it let me pull snoop your weak dog for sheezy
And I don't know who allowed these newbs
To run to the block they out stone cold
Your ass on post number five and dare to be bold
So before your structure gets any worse
I get to you first and dump ur ass in the rb hearse
You had to edit your lyrics but should have edited ur mind
You have no skill like a blind man trying to draw a dotted line
Im posting a petition to get this man off b4 he cuzes remission
Find a new position cuz your ass thinking your king but ur only wishing

.....my plight-on-the-mic takes a road leadin outta-ya-sight/
you could have a ‘GREEN-BULB’ in ya lamp, and still couldnt come close to bein in the ‘LIME-LIGHT’/
ive been around ‘SIX’ (sicks) ever since i-was-seven/
your broke-bitch, you cant afford-food.. so you gotta ‘SPLIT-MEALS(mill’s), like you one-of-’OCEANs-ELEVEN’/
your-style-stinks, so like ‘TIC-TAC-CRITICS’, it wouldnt hurt for you to ‘TEST-A-MINT’(testament)
you couldnt get ya name-on-the-street if it was writtin on the sidewalk-in-cement//

..a quick 3 miniute keystyle, a decent first post on the site..

***edit*** Damnit, it look's like i posted this after someone else went at Testament. i dident know that he was postin. just givin reasoning why me and the person above me both went at the the person..******

couldn't be illustrated if you were a sports magazine
read this kids cover to cover..........................
.......................wasn't anything even worth seeing
it's your first post, guaranteed to be a weak mc
wouldn't earn a win on this site....................
................if mods gladly accepted his bribery
I'm bent(on) destroying this virgin newb
harbor-ing all of my anger...................
..................and aiming it directly at you

Illest Rated? Why you not sickly judged
Masterbated in a hurry this cat quickly comes/
This Is my first POST, yea who gives a fuck
Not even worth being called dog, stilla pup/
Look at this ratio, with you none wack percent
oh wait, i forgot..... that side of you doesnt exist/
Oh no, Jo Jo has competition, with a New Testament
Looks like your in a lower position, ya wack resident/

Simpler words you couldnt perplex geeks with the simplest verbs
So your from texas AND a fake vet in redneck suburbs/
Your not 5 anymore but then again your a little dumb
Remember hide seek you'd scream "here i am" before "Hear i come"/
Come on diverse? prolly a black kid in all red thats a satistic
Go on, claim to be african, AIDS will help more than syphlis/
My sickness is attrached to wackness,
attack your pigment to question your blackness/
Just facts kid, Like Oprahs son wishing she did crack
so he didnt have to be the fat kid/
This verse might kill you, you sound def aright
When i write, i flip pixels, so even your picture looks white/

outcome i dont know ya mafunction or who ya trying to impress but messing with me ya better buy a crosifex and keep it across ya chest// count ya blessing and say ya pray cause im comming for ya like crougar in ya nightmares// so beware this im tearing throw flesh hit ya wit a jackhammer like goldberge WHOS NEXT?// yo best beleive the truest MC has been revealed keeping weapons consealed u just another casualty on my feild of war//lyrically conavore hit ya wit the machete like jason have ya in the street ten pacin hart racein// but im standing tall wit broad shoulders pulling nines out of houlsters :shoot://and i'll roast ya better then a gorge forman dawg this is a play and i just closed ya curtains