I'll rip U and toss b-fag onto the wind like dirty pussy/ when U say Mali, "I say shut the fuck up and go sell girl scout cookies"/ Im nastier that the hair undernieth your arms/ while U Go Pick up your girl from the Dairy farm/

let me see which gun will it have ta be/
cuz when i rip this fag they won't know his eye~den~tidy/(identidy)

What you Dumb-Nigga? I got Semen for this YOUNG Kum Drinker//
Givin this Cunt-Fingers, u like a ARMLESS PREACHER, u jus cant TOUCH-SCRIPTURES// lOl

^^^lol dat shit did not ryhme dunn

i know u hate me coward,cuzz i only give her 15 minutes i dont give ya lady hours-
while suck me off she not gettin "gifts" but she damm sure gon get a "babi-shower"-

Im laughing at this, marvolous and royal sickness all brother-less. Unless
I send them to hell without address. Send them to hell still in their dress. I profess
My hate and might to every say your the sickest on dis site. Maybe
Thickest and not bright. Maybe wackest and never tight. Set NYC up a lite all pritty.
Tay G Sincity still fucking you like j.lo and p-diddy. Dont be shitty be brave-hearted
Cause im slapping your bitch up when i put it in her dot when she farted.

Fool, ya rap like my mama on crack,
go back to yo "hood", ye back to yo shack,
you outta take yo rhymes n shuv em up yo ass,
makin 5 bucks an hour workin at Petro pumpin gas,

well well "B-Rad G",
ya betta hope ya dun run into me,
its time 4 me to go bang yo bitch,
includin all da chicks in yo family!
__________

you say mali, I say SHUT DA FUCK UP AND PUMP MY GAS BITCH!!!

White Power forget it. You couldnt even make any sense after a edit. You regret it?
Your hill billy roots are pathetic. Your mums your aunty, im sympathetic. No class
You dont pump gas you pump ass. So fast, your gonna blow on your dads rum flask
Bask in my glory. Talking bout your racism is a whole another story.

I will go easy because its your first post. Chances of picking me, were remote.
I boast, being a rhyme veteran after dark. Its rubbing of on everyone like bark
Take my lyrics back to your trailer park.


You say hitler. I say SHUT THE FUCK UP HE IS DEAD YOU WANKER

You call yourself B-Rad,if you make me Mad,
i'm a slap you with my Maxi Pad.
Give it up you can't Rap,you
rymes is handicapped perhaps,
your brain collasped.

yo ya rhymes arnt even near topnotch
stop where ya are, set ya stop watch
in that verse ya made no sense
heres tha keys to a herse, be ready to commense

yeah man, his didnt make sense and yours did/
sure kid, stoppin watches 'll give u a sure-win/
your rhyme is twisted.. only one punch and you missed-it/
so short, cant even flip-it, the kids flows non existent/
so damn distant... the whole thing was really out in the open/
the fuck you talkin bout notches... im so good my topnotch is broken/
your rap careers over, you got nuthin, i already told-ya/
I have never seen any line ever that was worse than ya closer/

one-man-band what instrument you play
prolly tha flute, aint you fuckin gay
im tha power of rain, and your dryed-up
nah im the fire and you need to light-up
that last pathetic line, i didnt understand it
im leavin smoke in ya face, while you second-hand it

what the fuck look at this noob... the bitch aint even battled anyone yet/
i know what u'll say.. "but u lost your 1 battle".. only cos i challenged a vet/
I'm actually not new to the game.. u r.. my last line what is there not to get?/
you know? a closer?... u probly dont... cos only place u rap is the net/
lets u an me go audio, ill give u a rawt and show/
that u an ya keyboard maybe should give rock a go/
cos somethin aint right, ya lines plain as day-night,/
ya punches are played, ive seen so many of the same type/
the rule is u caint-bite, ... and we might not see shit in the same light,/
but i think youre shit, and the one u bit off aint-tight/
u might wanna stay away from my name, i dont play the flute, dont call me gay, rap humble/
next time re-read what u say, u call yourself C-quence, when your whole verse was a wack jumble/

Ur~dethroned~like~bent~cones~toned~in~crome~2~ur~d ome~ur~lifeline~is~loaned
Im the collcecta~who~dont~respect ya already wrecked~ya here 2 get wat~Im~owed/
U made hiv look less of stds as u cried and pleaed over a battle which u lost~tha~lead
Fuck spitin in2 m.i.c.s replace them rattles casue ur like babies ‘easy~2~make~bleed/

$ik stands for "the Shitty shit that I Kick"
When you write a diss at least try to make it rhyme bitch
I looked through ya diss
Ya punches don't connect
You four years old
How you gonna be talkin bout sex
Muthafucker stop riding dick
Take too much paracetamol and then you'll be $ik
Thinking you the collector
Learn to spell
You weak like Hector
Out of the Iliad I give you hell
Thinking Hip-Hops a way to rebel
Not one of your records is ever gonna sell

I just wanna know one thing Kre-z, why are yu “Huggin~My~Cock?”
Oh well Fuck It, Since yur there, Keep on “Sucking~Don’t~Stop”

Lil Wayne Light Yur Legos On Fire now yu can say yur “Block~Is~Hot”
I could kick yur Ass Once, so now yu try to “Mock~My~Spot”