uk......i aint forgot about ya man....

ya rhymes like tornados, dont get it twisted, u blow in this case
dudes like ron jeremy jackin off - wrist locks and loads in his face
entertainment for himself, darths too hot, evident i trouble hell
wtf? - dude is stupid, thinks hes cool statin his status is double L
tha uk defeatin the assassin? - another myth, u on some dumber shyt
dudes a soft faggot that appears to be hard, kinda like a rubber dick
above the assassin? - ya name above, and mine soon wont be under it
u utter spits like ya bitch does my cum - difference? - she stutters it
need a boost? cuz u couldnt elevate that weak shyt with some nitro
puttin a tampon in this pussys mouth - still wouldnt have a tight flow

*sticks fork in uk*

k...next......im havin fun peeps

d.a.

Ya see Darth I'm a lyrical Assassin
Dissin u will be easy twist yo words an keep smashin
As long as u keep runnin off at cho fukin dic sukka
Tha false pretence will neva come out dat chu a real murfukka
Now tha streets is serious but chu seem bi-curious
Y in hell u keep talkin bout faggots is yo ass tha fem. in this

Nuff Said.......................

This cat needs tutoring in battling, you should be using some help
And nobody will know you... you proved it ya self
Also the fact that rippin you so easily is lovely
You ain't better than me, but I'm dissin' the cat above me
I won't murder you with a monologue, you wouldn't expect my lecture
He's lucky this cypher shit don't affect ya record

nikka

Wow, kiddo, you blow dirt devil right out the O-zone//
Way you spit, your best defense is checkin an No-Show//
You know you suck bro, But shit let's re-iterate the fact//
Remove the doller sign, and put an L behind stack//
Son ya trash, On this site if you don't bite you won't last//
Cus let's face it, Im better even if I remove what's before my "hash"hash"

Now it's time for this newbie to "drop-it-like-its-hot" like a Snoop Dogg groupie/
This pimp is in the crib, and I spit so much "Dyn-o-mite" it's groovy/
You needa upgrade to broadband so you can "DownLow'd-the-G-Code"/
Compared to me your flow is small and funny like lawn gnomes/
So I think it's about time to move to Florida, and retire/
Oh, and whoever's next, let the mic cool a few, cuz I left it on fire/

Diss the weak ass B4 you!
 

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Shit you’ll always be a newbie with no typing credentials
Maybe GOD was being VINDICTIVE when he gave u no writing potential
Go back to your laboratory, ur verse just told half the story
I’m Shi-1 skilled in all forms. U lack in all categories.
You’re beneath me, I warn u. Never battle son, I’ll floor you.
U had no business even dissin the rookie that dropped before u!
U don’t posses my mastery..screwed when the mic's passed to me
A catastrophe! Woe to the weak bitch that gotta drop after me!


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Well if I'm a 'week bitch' this chick is a 'day-old trick'
Annoucing 'I'm back' when she wasn't even missed!
Chick bust her jaw in self-glory, she 'coughs' up 'sick' rhymes
Her lyrics are a twisted joke, only there are no punchlines!
She spits shit and my eyes are irritated from staring at feces
Even if I gave this dyke a 'hand', she'd still cum weakly!

hot pattato, bitch toss da bean,
ill have subliminal messages goin across tha screen//
sayin, Ms Lyricist, i want you, ta shut ya mouth,
no beef but, fuck her, and fuck da south//
you can say fuck Canada Eh, it okay,
run on u wit da bandanna eh, and trey//
eight, to ya head, 8 left in da barrell,
leave tha nigga you fuckin floppy and steryl//
listen barbee doll, you gettin put in da shelf,
i got ma 2 glock nines- tha forth = twelve//
do da math trick...haha wun..e.z..

you talk about guns when yo shit miss used
I gotta gloc 40 dat'll give you da blues,
Da Jokah, yeah you rite yo ass is a joke
how many chickens in a day do yo ass really choke,
you got 2 gloc nines I gotta choppa wit an X-tended clip
mines is an automatic you got cokk yours bac before it rips,
I see you from Toronto but cho ass ain't no preditor
you more like tha prey in South Park vs. Canada

*nuff Said*

unknown and unnoticed
unloved and unquoted
here some heroin
pocket it and come wit some dope, shit
this sad rapper gets smacked after
rapping ass backwards
looks like he forgot all the good lines
behind the mask, hes a bad actor
you dont drop hot shit when ya eating quesidillas
looking at fat chicks screamin " ella seria mias"
ill? cmon please, you probably cant define it
ya tape sold less last year then that guy with the broken timex'
and he aint even got clothes on
that shows how little ya get ya flows on
so just take this bashing
cry a bit, get over it
your dried up rhymes make a drunk man sober quick

It's incompatible knowledge I spit is radical
you wanna battle bitch this ain't no talent show,
I done did tha thing now I'm a vet. in tha game
tha way I spit I eat tha words up like Hannibal mane,
I'm bound to maintain live struggled servived game
fuk da fame I ain't gotta mention yo name,
Haters don't do anything but bitch an come plain
battlin is tha situation dat'll get chu outta tha game,
In my forces I'm walkin you battlin I talkin
my guns gone be sparkin leave Cannibal in a coughin,

*Nuff Said*

check it i'm bout 2 hit a hole in 1 his flow is done
he claimin he a vet........ but yet he still 0-1
tha only thing unknown is where u really from
all of a sudden everybody from cashville; well i aint dumb
his styles n writtens is bitten his lines put 2getha sloppily
and tha only game he's eva survived is hip hop monopoly
you'll neva find anotha nigga with a flow like this
cuz i got 99 lines to break a ho down with
i keep tha grizzlies on me like i'm stromile swift
n when i pull them fuckaz out niggaz go down quick
ya guns nigga they neva sparkin and i think u meant COFFIN
u goin down in tha leauge like tha giants and Tom Coughlin
u tha type of nigga that'll go n get married then get divorced n
cant even afford tha batteries for your walkman
u should take a walk man cuz u scared 2 even say his name
u cant fuck somethin u neva had so take back wut u said bout fame

Fam. u wanna take it there I'm ready for warfare
rippin through yo fukin lyrics like Guerillaz sleep there,
Now yo ass a witness dat this nigga means bizzness
I ain't cho Average Joe u can tell dat I'm serious,
I ain't no magicion but I can make u come up missin
keep on talkin dog listen fa my bullets ta get tha hissin,

*nuff said*

You talkin like you got "heat" to claim
Actin like Shaq except you got no game
Not the Average Joe, the Nameless Lame
I rearrange ya frame and choke you with your chain
Leave you mamed and unnamed, wait a second you already gonna lose off that
Cause ya name and your rep's got people askin "who's that?"
I don't even have to concentrate to leave you in ashes
You can be "the uknown" I'll be the fascist
I'm the fastest, quick-witted, skin-rippin, hits-inflicted,
You need to plead guilty at sucking cause you've been evicted
From cashville, but all you need is "change", yeah I guessed you missed it
Well this was weak, but "limp" enough to rip you
Make it a suicide cause you're ego's big enough to trip you

I can't unleash tha beast cuz yo shit "limp"dic
tha position dat chu standin in his no characteristics,
Heart nigga I been equipted wit dat for while
I'm full of wisdom an knowledge u got spirits like a child,
So catch tha birdy lil putty-tat an go watch car toons
fo yo ass come up dead in somebodies sa-loon,

*nuff said I'm Board*