You a flyweight 2 but you don't even deserve that,
Hurtin for 100 posts so bought your old flow back,
Your shits uglier thantha clots throw back(jersey)
You from canada i'm goin coast 2 coast wit this rap,
I'm hard core you soft core like a rotten apple

listen to this guy he's goin for 100 posts
with lyrics like that he wont have any respectable votes
look at ur record ur 0 and 1
what happened u bitched out and started to run?
this guy raps against himself cuz hes scared to get dissed
after losing that battle his pants r full a piss

tha only emcee to stop the time/
im still elevating, ya'll basically stop at prime/
you can't blaze me, im firin' this hoe/
mr.mayhem is gay, his soldiers always 'fire in his hole'/

Y is this dude ridin my dick,
O I know cuz he's a pussy i smell him bleedin prefusely,
Canadian fuck go play wit a maple leaf,
Don't ever speak my name again i creep tha streets for paper man,
Fuckin wit you is like a waste of all that i'm aimin at.


Get my cock out your mouth you cock head cock sucker-jae hood

u would be the time for oral sex
give or get u think u better than the rest
but be careful where u stick yo dick
especially in those guys who r willin to lick
no need to murder yo ass when u try and fuck wit me
u already goin 2 die cuz fagets r the most common wit HIV

fuck rugby red and everything he said
i came here and see him typin about men in bed
whatta shithead
willin to suck
he keeps penis on his mind
and in the back of his truck
what the fuck
you crazy man
your life ambition prolly to travel to san fran...
sisqo
you remind me of him..

man, this shit's old
commin back to tha post ta' diss faggots like SplitSoul
I slit throats...
It's tha throne I'm guardin
So I don't have time ta' deal wit kats who sound like their still *spittin* in kindergarden
Ya script's starvin...
Yeah I'm hungry, always lookin to eat but still full
Fuck around wit me I'll bust a hole in ya skull
Watch it drip slow...
From Colorado huh? Well I still ain't hearing ya
I'll go across states to murder you in *Superior*
I'm familiar with ya turf commin outta Tha Ville
It's like extra leverege for me to use come runnin ya *Field*
Gun writes my will, still you'll get killed...
Choose another hobby
Rappin won't getchu' bitches nor trill's
Soul couldn't get chickens or mills if he was former President Bill
Now you've read through tha skill...

jayhull, your queer and your rap's dull/
My rhymes are masterful, I fly by like your standing still/
I lay out rappers at will, lines I cleverly spill/
Drillin words through ya head with malicious intent to kill/
Trill, this is a hell of a thread you got started/
It's too bad 9 out of 10 rappers here are mentally retarded/

look son, don't start to mess wiht the master/
mess wiht me and i'll cause a disaster.
i'll tear u up, so u can't walk/
kick u around till u cna't talk.
don't start to diss peoepl u can't stand up to/
ripping people my job, steppin 1, 2

now i'm just droppin to vote,
Usually poppin da toast,
I hit tha block up no time for gossip so i'm ghost,
This kid Logikal don't deserve no words in my post,
Round here(RB)niggaz is herbin and can't flow

You're one to boast, Your lyrics are synthetic, Toast this roast.
Now you tryin to jump on Logikal, You bout to get banned by this host.
Vernacular spits leave this kid lit like a lantern.
I dare him to spit good shit cause it can't be done.

Shadow god, I challenge you to a duel,
gonna beat you up, kick you in da family jewels
you tell your mutha, in your now squeacky voice
"kooldudes gonna eat ya, beware coz hes a bad boy"

when I sed "eat ya" I mant eat her out (your mutha)
and I'm a bad boy coz I beat you up.

kooldude nice gay threesome
is that how u like to take it in the bum
with cum drippin down ur asshole u scum
round me u couldnt tragically last
ill place ur faggoty ass into
a huge perminant cast
after the sound of a gun blast
7 er 8 fuckin times
put a hole straight threw ur head so i dont
gotta listen to ur gay fuckin rhymes
read between them lines
now its over hear the fat lady sing to the chimes

Reading between the lines all i see is shit
Your a phenomenon i can't believe you tried to spit
Talkin' bout kooldude's ass, man your worryin' me
You sound gay not to mention your new to RB
But no matter, i'm relatively new aswell
But that's no excuse for not being able to spell
What the fuck, you dyslexic, you sure you can read
You need some education, do you know what that means?
Probly not cuz if you did, you'd be hittin escape
Call it a 'nice gay threesome', nutcase's lyrical rape
When you were a child you were dick-fed by your dad
That's why you a nutcase, full of sperm wearing rags
Start up a charity for the untalented and homeless
I pull my nine out and scare you til your boneless
In more than one way, your dick and your spine
Now it's truly over, can you hear the chimes?

u must get turned on by the daddy jokes
urs is the one doin coak n slidin his dick down ur throat
till u choke n cough up a piece of ur lung
in the process his dick bein slapped on ur tounge
he gives u a gun u duuno what to say
noone likes u blow ur self away ur gay
in ur moms bed cummin is were i lay
n ill make a charity for the young n queer
straight fer ur asshole the dildos are steared
gettin all u fags waisted wit beer
n setta bomb n scream to the straights get outa here
n watch the buildin of fags go boom
now it looks like u wont have a gay wedding or groom
then when u die
ill piss on ur gave then giz in ur moms eye
while i watch her cry
well thats it fer now deciet
im done hittin u with do not fuck with me sighns
hey asshole u musta heard them chimes

time for my rhymes to replace/^^dis guy loves sucking dick an getting sperm in his face/ i mean look at his name nutcase/
he walks around newyork wit dildos in his suitcase
ya name sounds like a gay lawyer involved in a gay case/
getting nut juice all over ya face/ at licking balls nutcase youse a ace/
all da bums in central park say noone can replace nutcase/
ya tounges got a six pack from licking nuts at a fast pace/
hahahahahahahaha nutcase hahahahahahah what a stuuuuuuuuuuuuuupid fucking namehhahhhahahahahahahahaha

kid it be a compliment to call your weak ass a wuss
you shoulda never came out 'your moms ranking puss'
stay off this website bastard, you pathetic fake rapper
and tell your mom to stop callin before i 'bitch slap her'

lmao hey bitch all ur rhymes rymed with nutcase
wait i got one u didnt use mase
lmao u silly faggot bitchslapper
ur a shitty rapper with no chance to excell
nething u write has no chance to sell
u rap like a snail locked in its shell
cuz noone heres you or wants to
ill kill u to steal one fucking shoe
cuz thats how much u mean to me
get u down on bended knee
so u can suck n blow deciet
bust ur load on his bed sheet
then cheat on him with some other gay fag hole
catch u stikin weiners in ur asshole
ill chew u n spit u out like scoal
then give u a chance to hit a bowl
but ull suck it then dick fuck it
u cant stay away from penis shapes
im crushin ur balls like mini grapes
keep u known all over nations n states
as the gay guy who gives penis rates
on little boys and teens
u have no means in life give u balless jeans n a knife
to make ur self diapear
noones wants u round kill urself u queer

Motherfucker, yeah nutcase, you must be crazy
To go against anyone with a style so lazy
You have no flow, and you can't even spell
You put NY to shame might aswell go to hell
Where you belong you and your fake ass rhymes
You can't afford a bed sheet, jerk off to pass time
Or you go home to your box, take the penny out your pocket
Got to a liqour store and attempt to rob it
With nothi'n but a glock loaded with the penny you had
You jammed it in the clip but you shoot so bad
That you hit the liqour you were stealin', bust all over the floor
While i'm with your mamma, always gettin' head from this whore
You styles poor, cheap, useless how else can i say it
You a bitch, a phoney faggot, so stop spittin' don't spray it
Every curse in the world couldn't sum up your lack of talent
I ripped you up, motherfucker, my words are malice

i know im goin outta bounds but dis 4 nutcase//
addressin and rantin behind ur pc probs in satin lace//
fuck off man dont keep spittin bout people suckin yo dick//
and dont keep sprayin all ur non flowin venom thats incomplete//
heres some advice from a boy wit no skillz/
go home swollow a pack a pillz so we know u been killed//
that way ill have a much better sleep tonight//
not worryin bout a "nutcase" faggot rapin me tnite//

Ya see in Hong Kong you ain't gotta rhyme in songs
they too worried bout dissin other niggas dongs
they flow is ridiculous some say obsurd
specially when they rhyme the same word
talkin bout nutcase when there's somthin wrong wit ya head
someone call the undertaker cuz this niggas dead
This here rhyme i know you'll hate it
you would be my dog but you already ate it

Yeah you got jokes but ain't nobody laughing
You get a standing ovation from me with Mack 10's
He eats dogs you eat dick, there ain't much difference
Anything you say, it's all peripherence
In case you didn't know that word means minor
Just got 100 posts, stick to dissing China

tha shortness of ya name prolly representin sumthin u wish was bigger/
to reach ya level i will have to become a preffesional digger//
Beatin on them asians....that won't get u far/
watch it now b4 they sneeze on you and giv you sars//
u usin word play like u evan know what your talkin bout/
hate it...ate it....common dawg....explain it//
think i dunno u sittin their bitin/
u couldn't be a heavy weight if u was in the ring fightin//
pack ya shit up dawg u hurtin your reputation/
or lemme guess your reppin the ghetto nigga nation//

that one was meant for that cat M'CO/

No one else is dissin' so i'll jump in
A confused motherfucker, don't know who to spit against
You meant it for me, but changed when you saw flow
So you thought 'hey let's get a higher rate and freepost'
In case you can't read it's diss the person above you
My rhymes are insurextion, you only new
So keep rhyming, but make it a little slower
So you can understand what you write since you the next level Lower

thats right chutney u got no fuckin skill
me n u are both new n im spittin harder then u still
ur like a pill u get me motivated to kill
an spill ur guts all over the floor
doin ur mom in a circular motion cuz shes a whore
fuckin her till her hole gets sore
n u would like me to rape u silly homo
ill let u bang a tree harder then sunny bono

Nutcase wats up wit ur ryhmes, help me jesus//
ponderin wether or not u should stick ta pluckin ur eyebrows wit tweezers//

the stuff that u spittin bout me n u//
makes me think bout dog shit//
and wether anyone will pay attention to u//

but its okay man, stop complainin//ill gice u sum credit for what u been sayin//and its a pity that after 39 posts ur vocab is strainin//

now im thinkin that ur mumma u really luv her//
but cmon man ur mumma aint there to be your luva//
especially cant count her on ur number of bitches counter//

When you write on freestyle your lyrics should rhyme
Hence the word rhyme, luva and counter don't flow
You need more practice, a lot more time
So keep off the forums before you get blown
Dog shit's what you think of, it resembles your lines
I'ma stop cuz i don't like rippin' kids with no spines

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Deceit
[B]When you write on freestyle your lyrics should rhyme
Hence the word rhyme, luva and counter don't flow
what u talkin about rhymin' for
ur talkin 2 urself u little stupid fuk
anyone can rhyme sum words 2gether
as obviously as ur mom 'll be a whore 4eva
no dought u hav gay sex wit ur m8tes when u get 2geva
hav intercourse wit ur bruva listen 2 salt'n'peppa
take off his pubes wit a phillips 'lectric shaver
lick his bald ass dats what ur father gave her

east sida what the fuck you aint wit snoop dogg/
i be chokin you ass and have you screamin like a hog/
dont make me have to rush ya/
i'll smash ya shit up like bone crusha/
you better know im bad to da bone/
point da nine to ya head and shoot it on the east side of ya dome/
yo what part of east side you reppin duke/
im from tha east side so ny.ct.nj are really ashamed of you/
i'll pull out the shotty/
and i'll pull the pump out and like justin timberlake im a rock yo body/
you tryin to dis this mans wrong/
i''ll tighten ya face up like a thong/
and when i leave ya bloody/
that white sheet gon look like a tampon/

(no beef dont take it seriously)

east sida u suck what the hell is a breva and 2geva???

Deceit n nutcase remind all of sumthin that interlocks//
two faggot ass fools that count the pubes on there cocks//
but thats okay, no fuss today, just keep ur stuff locked away//

Nice the way u thought i meant counter insteada count "ar"//
funny how no one else was that single minded mutha fucka//
shit like that u learn in 3rd year grade school//
so obviuously u didnt attend u illeterate tool//

i didnt even try on that shit and it still points out the truth

that fuckin sounds like a poem bitch shut that shit up

yea chutney ur pothetic please leave web site

fool, if u gon b tellin him 2 leave take yo own advice u aint much betta neither

now its time for you to go right as i use this either to blow up

shut up mr. hong kong
be4 i make u less lifelong
the only thing i here u spit out is a long dong
u kno every detail of whata weiner looks like
ill make ur poor ass pay up money like a tax hike
this shit is spit stragiht at u like a strike
i may just have to add u to my challange list
then ill actually try to add an extra twist
everything u spit gives me n assist to make u wish
u would never exist, doesnt that make u pissed?
how i talk bout ur life like its worthless
everything u say i use like a incline bench press
fuck obeyin the law im gunna transgress
beat u n make u commit incest with ur moms breast

So rediculous the way u come up in here spittin bout things//
things that seem so obsolete to u like bitches flashin there things//

so why dont u sit ur ass down before u get whacked//
sit down so quick and prepare for tha attack//

dont deny u know u been feelin it, tha nervous itch//
the nightmares wit me pullin ya life support switch?//
best get ready for me, the matrix glitch

Nutcase tha ultimate idea of n inferior race//
punches so weak he be packin a can a mace//