i have to rhyme i cant wait /igotta murder dis fag named lucid state/ya logo looks like a gay super hero wit no cape/ hes got blood on his sword because his own anus he raped/ u fag u should be wearing a skirt/got da nerve to have bloody shit crumbs sprinkled on ya shirt/u wanna battle holla back cause all pussys get hurt.

Which rapper gets dissed faster than pussy niggaz named "bitchslaper"
Misspelled with one "p" cuz no onez got tha funk mastered like me
Ya see I be reppin' C-town to tha fullest
Wettin' up all you wankers who clamin' nuttin' but bullshit
Where ya from? Where you be at? What? You scared to let it be known?
More like embarrased of the faggot burb you callin' home.
You wanna talk about pussy and mommas and all that?
Well it takes one to know one ya petter salt lickin' soft sacked flamin' fag!

This guy talks-so-much-shit, he needs a bag of cholostomy
my dick all-in-his-lips crow bars wont pry him off-a-me
Well known in C-town, i own the world im renoun
to be-down with your girl while you try to spit a free-style

This Guy From Arizona And Hes Still Not Hot
Four Lines He Spit Only Talkin About Cock
IllRoyalty's The Type To Give Adebisi Mad Props
IF He Smoked Chronic He'd Still Be Dropped

I'm da newbie to RB but im still your arch rival
your rhymes been played for so long u were edited outta tha bible
if heaven had a rap league jesus would be benchin him
cause the 13th desciple's just a follower not worth mentionin

This kid cant rap for shit, This poor fuck needs a gift,
I'll chop your mouth off so dont give me no fuckin lip..

Why'd dis man speak yo, your rhyme styles a joke
I should shred you like wheat, but you aint worth the Post

Spliviticus? Heres A Story On The Book Of Leviticus
Take Out CIple Out My Name U Left Wit A Diss
My Flows R Hotter THan A Pregnant Cats Piss

you'd think wit 20 wins you could spit a little better
you only spit 3 lines... and none of um go together
At first I thought you was nice. But your punches are dumb now
you had to fuck up your own name just to find a cut down

So U Wanna Take This To Anotha Xtreme
I'll Murda Ya Now So Winnin Won't Even Be A Dream
Its FuNny U Chose Ur Avatar To Be THe Late 2pac
When Ur Rhymes R LIke Laundry Night..Missin One Sock
Meanin U Suck....Theres No Chance For U To Be I.L.L
Playin Wit U Recently Easily Could Kill At Will....Still...
I Enjoy This Little Round Of ForePlay...
But Can't FUck Ya CUz Spliviticus.....I'm NOt That Kind OF Way
U Know......................Gay......Okay?

Yo i'm glad we can conversate and entertain folks
it's too bad they'll only enjoy every other post
The rest of the bullshit spoke is just filler
when your crew's involed your avatar's the only psychopath killer
cause the only thing you murderin is your reputation
cause the freestyles you spittin aint even worth tapin'
when splivit jams come around you be hidin in da basement
cause I turned I.L.L. into a wack abreviation
don't ever think id ever wanna be ILL
cause I.L.L.MATIC's just bitin a real rapper wit skillz

Lucid State I told you once and im gunna say it again
keep your fagot ass away
we dont play your physical type of games
messin with me is also gunna be your death day
sayin i kiss a dog or sumtin about a frog
is that what everyone told you when you went 2 battle and ya lost?
so just let it go
you wanna give everyone a show
youll be the audience ill be the host that how it goes
im gunna make your rhymes crash so bad that they wont even be able to be towed
so now im gunna have to get my Loser gun and shoot you but first I gotta reload, I kill suckas like you every day ya know?

lyrics like infiltration, testing your patience
got you so shook filed for re-allocation
exasperation from rapping to the nation
when i exit your location and the agents found you wasted
presentation of the blatant hipocritical elation
eradication needed for politicians patiently waiting
i'm always ready heart constantly racing
i'm pacing haste ready for retaliation
called coroners in advance for your termination
time is already up and now you know what your facing

This cat first post and i already know hes wack,
U blow and ill beat you until your blue and black..
Kid you'll never be ill and thats the fuckin truth,
Crack your jaw and bust ya grill and lose a tooth..
You plain and thats real, tell me whats the deal,
if this was a court case you'd be askin for a apeal..

til' shylo Imma hafta ride on these homos
i dont even understand why you wanna flow so
imma keep spittin just to let you recognize
I must be the rap God cuz your futures in my eyes