For the last fucking time! How often I gotta say this?
I'm not fuckin Gay, I'm bisexual, y'all gotta hear this!
I'm a woman, and if you got a hot chick,
Trust, I can make her cum and I dont even got a dick!
In the same way I can do this shit to a fella'
KKBug is trippin, and yo! sum1 gotta tell er!
Got no style, got no decent lyrics,
She'd be better chearleadin, with the happy-go-getter spirits,
Peak up her tree trunk legs, under her skirt -
Where her panties r held up by pegs!
Yeah I'm a perve, I perve on men and women alike,
but dont be fuckin stupid and call me a dyke!
Cus I'm - all female,
I drink Vodca' not that barrel ale,
I dont smoke shit, I exhale rather then inhale,
my lungs r clean, just like my bloodstream,
So I'd make the perfect fuck for any sexy lady,
And u kno, they all love me, cummin up to me like "hey there baby!"
Thats right, ur girl turns Lez and its all cuzza me,
get ready to count, cus in 1 - 2 - Three -
that bitch is mine,
take it one night at a time,
And if as a matter of fact ur a woman,
Then you'll kno' if ya get with me, u'll see urself cummin,
And then night after night, you'll be runnin back for more,
but carefull to catch me, im punk ass whore!

albi u bitch i 'snap yah jaw' with poles that just 'wrap yah flaw'
cause u suck diks like a 'slut on heat' u get freak crack cause u ' suk with a beat'(lol)
u just thought u had 'life in palm' but then i snaked the bible on yah head to 'strife ya psalms'
cause u nuth but a 'life in arms' that died when i raped ya mums 'life as a charm'
i thought u 'had skils' but u went up 'bad hills' and sad'thrills'
like a whore in a 'flawless murder' with no *witnesses* cause *quikness* died 'floor-less karma...
u cant see cause yah 'eyes got racked' yah 'demize got ranked'
so u died from a penertrating 'size of mates' that passed u around like a jail slut that u swallolw cause he mad u 'swollow tha cum stain'

ladies and gentlemen i present to you the worst text ever :laugh2: /
look at your battle record, you beat the rest never/
you think my punches weak cause i took it easy on a girl/
put i was swinging with the right the left is sick enough to make you hurl/
so ima push your tolerance level beyond your limits/
no talk about gun no fake lines and gimmicks/
but if we do get serious bring your crew cause mines in attendance/
but you'll probably call the cops and have me as a defendant/
and i dont even have to battle you i think your past your expiration/
cause albi's gonna a get at you, so clean up your perspiration/
cause we smell fear, and real respect real/
unlike you we'll probably both have a deal/
you on the other hand, you stay on the corner/
til my down bitch approach you and the cops call the coroner/
to pick up whats left of you/
i told you i was bring the left to you/
your career is over so only one thing left to do/
and thats the dispose of the trash like i work for sanitation/
but let me stop cause im scared of voodoo and we all know this man is haitian

A broken hearted contact dealer, like St Michael i take your soul to be judged/
im a bone break contract killer, takin your body to be flushed/
branson bein branned like Charlie Manson on appeal day/
cept you wont even have bail when my lines put you away/
take your seats and get close enough to smell the fuckers blood/
cause ill ring this sucker dry like a 40 day long flood/
im touched that you membered me, im hard to see like a dismembered corpse/
findin my abdomen on the ropes, while my heads still intact to spit your mind to the morgue/
my courses and 80 line reports can leave you pausin/
im flauntin, my drop so hygiene clean that my similies can have you flossin/
i love comin off the larger circuit and rip apart all these rooks/
that aint fear you smell faggot, thats your own reputation bein cooked/
what reputation? you got no deal like the rest of us/
so whats all this ghetto foolin, gansta provin, wanna-be-a-star shit you gotta rep to us/
your fake as shake an bake, im the realest thing under the sun/
you got ya left? i got both hands and i can slap ya with either one/
then ill sit back and relax, pack my punches and take a breatha/
what you talkin bout wins, you havent won a battle yet either/
i only ride fully with 2 loaded pistols in my holsta's/
and ill only bust out and spray you down when im suppost'a/
ill break you, like a conceived child iv lost ya trust/
my wordplay so incredible, its good enough to battle both of us/
ill stick you wit razors and blades contained wit the Aids Virus stored in it/
ill make ya whole drop so contagous that nobody will want to record wit it/
i got no limit to tolerence i keep goin till i explode/
ill ride over the bastard on 24's like T.I thats how I Roll :nono:

^Cappo
You from Brooklyn?? You bussin' lyrics like a battyman
You have a zero skillz quotient, like a b-ball team from Pakistan
This London man's attacking, and Cappo's bone's are cracking and
Rhymes like 9's I packing and your Ghost writer, you should sack him
You're a weak rhymer, go to the lower leagues and stay there
You're a disappointment like Eddie Murphy in Daddy Day Care

Proliphik, im the most gifted, with these ill type of lyrics that'll leave your body twisted, and if you ever step to me i'll hit you with this sick shit,
now your gonna see me switch this, grab a knife and proceed to stab you in the eyes, poison your body with cyanide, stand right infront if you and watch you die,
your small time, im bigger than BIG TIME, i dont even carry a tech nine,
or no gats fuck that, your minds hazy, you think you can rap, your whole head must be fucked up from smokin the crack, now get outta my way before i slaughter your rap...

BIG NEKS aka BIG BITCH
 

6 bars to Kill this Cartoon//
I'll atek AIR out his LUNGS like a PIN pushed threw a BALOON//
I eat shit and Breathe CHECKS//
and the way u EATIN dem SANDWHICHES no wonder u BIG NEKS//
Mission is about to be Complete'n//
SHHHH!!!....everybody be Quiet OPTIKSZ is about to Start EATIN//
U Imatation JACKIE GLEASON//
BI-SEXUAL Fag that Gets BEAT by HOMO'S when he fucks women they call it GAY TREASON!!!............EASYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...I'M RUNNIN DIS FAT BITCH

your rhymes can sit in hell learn how to spell,
this bitch is gay so ill give him the jail cell
ur name is optik not the hot pick choken whilst this clock tick watch my glock click
you can't b bi and gay at the gay at the same time like biten your boys lines while your eaten his punchlines/ in due time this punisha make you pay fines/ i beat you with only 6 lines.

The only gay one here is you,if you got beef bring your whole dam crew, ive herd better rhymes from leanne rimes bitch you's an irratating lil faggit,no-one to suck on ya maggit the vaccuums gettin borin so u pop one on your daddy while hes asleep snorin, G-A-Y thats you so stop poppin the homo jokes,u is the one who is wankin over the blokes,while i b pokin pussy u b suckin sum dick, a wound-up artist is gettin in the mix words wont connect or configure,go figure im white i cant naturally rhyme i take my time take the right dosage of a to the z im as good as the next man wanna battle me?
:thefinger :thefinger :thefinger :thefinger

dont be writin this shit like you the best/
my rhymes can put you and anyone else to rest/
leave you hangin with death tatted on your chest/
i'll choke you until you have no more breath/
have you screamin for help until there's nothin left//
You gotta understand that your structure is shot/
put your rapping goals aside, give up, just stop/
you're better off with jazz and rock, not hip-hop/
cuz sooner or later, you're dreams'll be cancelled-pull a flip flop//
i hope you take my well thought out advice/
i hope that before you type again, you think twice/
about the shit your gonna get, that'll ruin yoru life// :gfy:

^TflaMeZ
You're a New Jack, yeah it shows, cos you really do rap sh!tty
I'll do you Like Nino Brown did that dude G-Money from New Jack City.
On your knees begging, b!tch, saying "Am I my brother's Keeper?"
Dressed in all black boots and hoodies, I'm your personal Grim Reaper
I'll hang you with piano wire, get medieval like Marcellus
I'll slice you like a ginsu, chop you like helicopter propellers..
Ur sig is 'fearless', should be 'useless', that describes your rhymes precisely
Next time you spit such wack shyt, I won't treat ur ass so nicely!

What Pilgrim, what?????
London's up in this piece, you get me, bloods?

whatch as i blast this ^ cat with this...im the only real hazard BITCH! //
unwritten?<~~the only reason they call you this cuz half the shit your spitten is bitten kid //try writing some shit yourself...wrestlin fan?...ima pile drive your ass to hell //i come to spraythis vexed geek with text till my dying day...flyweight? yea cuz when i sneeze ur ass blows away! // im doomsday with dropped bombs, baby powder my palms to bitchslap this dork, naw man no beef....juz decayin meat in the form of your corpse! //

sssup dade...
so you call that rappin but your just talk shittin...
how dare wit ya first post ya act like big thing.../
so you say youll bitchslap prolifik...?
goddamit..you only breathe wen you suck my big dick../
you gay..if ya a girl then you still a gay coz you look male
with mustache and lipsticks..smell my semen when you inhale/
so if ya mad then lets take it to streets like a street brawl
i'll hit you wit a bat while ya beggin me to stop while ya crawl../

Ayo, your first 2 lines look like they got sum words missin,
you aint a big dog, i jus lace your ryhmes, listen
why u want dade suckin your dick,
u must be a foggot cos u keep talkin that shit,
i read ure shit over but it dont make no sense,
and wen i throw these blows, they leave your body with dents,
so you better go home now n practice your shit,
thats the only way u gonna master it BITCH,

UK HIP HOP WOT, aint no fake mcs here.

^
It hurts me to do this, it's like I'm killing my firstborn
But you tried to wear the shoes that Proliphik Man first worn,
I might have "two puuuuurrs" [Nelly], don't mean you're getting my cast-offs
I'm like a f*cking Houston Rocket - you get burnt as I blast off
I hope you got Medicare, or NHS if you're English
Between yours and Will Smith's rapping, I can hardly distinguish
We're family, repping UK, this ain't personal, it's business
I knock your door down like a heavy handed Jehovah's Witness
WatchTower & Awake are not the magazines thta I serve you
It's hollow-tips and rhymes I spit that cut thru muscles and nerves too
If I leave this earthly realm, to you I'll leave an inheritance...
For now, I rise like precipitates while your ass sinking like sediment

UK Hip Hop fo Real!!! We ain't all about Dizzy Rascal and Ms Dynamite, you know?????