Not a gangsta but spent alotta time on purpose in jail...
Cos he wanted to be fucked by men, but they claimed he was too frail...
Strikly Hood? well i aint that, but i could constrict ya in ya own hood.
cos seriously wendys workers could rap better than Insane Gangsta could.
whoa that was wack. w/e.

My words will burn, melt butter like ice no need for a knife//
I know you're a new bitch here, but I ain't gona ask you twice//
You have no need to be frail in jail, cos you ain't even mentally male//
You an ass fag bitch who pleads then bleeds from the rectum as a sale//
Speakin bout your gangster, yeh thats right, with an "e" not an "a"//
Cos I'm the type of tutored brother to spell shit round the right way//
I gotta give you it, I ain't never seen whack on a level as high as you//
I ain't even gots to start no beef, cos I'm already through with you//

What da fuck you tryna spit, you'se just a flyweight
I'll have you stop breathin like fish in a dry lake
Dis nigga be back and call himself Riddlemethat
but da way you spit son, you'se just lyrically wack
You just a dude tryna find where da real emcees at
You critically lack da skillz of rap so dont think of killin me back
In a mininum of minutes, Ill have ya gettin diminished
and minimize ya wack style until ya spitiin is finished

Young Mix

Now first off, why you tryin to diss, callin me whack//
Your style went splat, soon as ya mouth opened, its crap//
If i wanted to find real emcees you wouldn't be the first place to look//
You jus seem like someone who preferres losin, A half weight crook//
Tryin to spit like you lyrically gangster, put the mic down bitch//
Play with the lyrical prankster, you gona find yaself at the bottom of a ditch//
Young Mix? mix of what? Outa rhythm, measly multiline multis?
You seem to me you wanna be dead an hearsed in one hell of a hurry//
So skurry back on home to mommy an daddy to let them kiss it better//
But don't look back cos if I see you again, I'm gona go for the double headder//

ayo dis kid's name is riddle me that
riddle me what?
u couldn't make a riddle if u was a villain for the bat..
my rhymes go splickety splat
soon as u hit da mat I pull out my bat
that's when the rush comes thru
and u know what the rush likes to do
the rush got many victims who tryna rap
but pretty soon he show them who's wack!!

who the fuck gave u entrance in2 d room
i c spittin is a problem..quit 'fore ya brain go boom!
"silence is a virtue" damn right then follow
'fore u get pimp slapped and a dick 2 swallow

lol....fuck this

LAME AINT DA WORD 4 U WEAK MC's ,I'LL JUST DROP A COUPLE BARS SO U FREAKS CAN C,IM A FLORIDA REPRESENTER MY HOOKS CROOK YA DENTALS,BOOK WORM LOOKING BASTARD I'LL FLIP YA MENTALS ,THIS IS A LIL SOMETHING SOMETHING JUST 2 AMP UP YA MANZ,AND IF IT DONT THEN I GUESS A NIGGA DAMPERED YA PLANS,UNLESS U PLANLESS MY SHOTTY LEAVE YA MANLESS,YA PANIC FROM DA DAMAGE I INFLICT CAN U STAND THIS.....NAWL, SO IM A JUST EMBARASS YA DOG,AND DROP A COUPLE FIRE BARS THAT'LL VANISH YA ALL........

ADRENALINE....U BEST DRINK A V8 AND SIT YA ASS ON DA BENCH AND RECOGNIZE FLORIDA BOY HERE TO REPRESENT ,,I EAT RAP BEEF, DRINK A COKE AND I SMILE AND MAKE IT KNOWN TO DA COMMUNITY YA LYRICS ARE FOUL,,I TOKE DRO SMOKE HEAVILY & DEAL WIT THE WEAK AND TREAT PLAYA HATING BUSTAZ HOW THEY DO IN THE STREETS..THATS HOT LEAD IN YA HEAD TILL YA T-SHIRT RED YA DROP DEAD LIKE FRED FUCK BOY BREAK BREAD,,CAUSE I AINT SCARED, MY HEART PUMP PREMIUM SHORTY, AND TOTE TWO AP's THAT AINT SEEING YA SHORTY......WHAT?

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IM ON DA GRIND ALL DA TIME SO IM STACKING UP MINE & ON A LINE 10 TIMES OUT OF 9 IM BREAKING YA SPINE, YA OUTTA TIME WHEN I RHYME SO I CONSTRICT YA MIND,& LEAVE YA BLIND LIKE RAY & OUTTA WORDS LIKE A MIME, IM CHIEFING PINE WHILE YA JUNKY NIGGAZ SNORTING A LINE, IM COLOR BLIND CAUSE BLACK OR WHITE ANYBODY CAN RHYME SO WHO'S NEXT IM READY TO FLEX READY TO SHINE I'M SIGNING OUT "MOTHER FUCK :hump: DA NEXT NIGGA IN LINE" :shoot: ....................................... :cussing:

Yo u can go ahead and fuck da next nigga in line/but u try to run up on me/ u can meet my da nine/im sure ull find/that fuckin nigggas is somethin real G's mind/Boy u aint thug/im thug/Cuz i stay strap/and i aint talkin about rubber dicks in pussies/im talkin about a fully loaded clips in gats and oozies/And i can get u killed in so many ways/u think it was an army movie/And stop actin like u a gang member on da grind/Cuz if u ever got wit da real shit/U slow ass get left behind/now im a leave dis shit open like a cliffhanger/And lets see wat gon be said from da next so called "gang Banger"

d rock thinks he's hot but his weak rot gets three shots
im killin him on the spot so bury him a deep plot
now he dead cuz he spit shit in a weak way
just go country, head ta memphis, its gonna be a bleek day
shot in the forehead while hes riding on the freeway
i bet he try to get me back, but he's too asleep to make me pay
tired rhyme styles get banished in an instant
yall blinked once and ya missed it, i finished him

Yo, ya rhymes is like a unpaid phone bill,a disconnected spit
how do you think you hard when yo faggot-ass from Connecticut
Fuck who you reppin wit, steppin wit,Ill negect ya spit
you on a rapsite cause nobody where you live respect ya shit
Ill sting you like a bee,my style fly over ya like a butterfly
only way you called nice is if they confused you with another guy
Dont even try ta reply,just grit ya teeth and suck it up
and if ya do leave a verse,Ima be here just ta fuck it up

Young Mix

Cannibal

Yo dis guy is da orginaly man eater/and not even a man either/wait i messed up my script/Cuz dis transfestite aint even a full bitch/He's da dude from Jeepers Creepers/So country ugly/Gotta be a horny peeper/he eats Dicks to get a dick/suck balls to have balls/Didnt i say next dude gon think he a gangster up on da wall/I got love for Memphis but Nigga im from GA/So tell me lil trick/Who ya really tryna play/Cant go aginst a ATL nigga/you imagine im from Memphis/Cuz u dont wanna feel hell niggas/Im just gonna leave it at that/Cuz he in deep water like he fell in a well/so im leavin cuz aint sweatin somethins thats all well/Wait!........ i gotta ask Da Beaver Creeper one last thing thats annoying me/Did u just eat da head/Or swollow the whole thing.......???

Yo you're rhymez are so death im mean def
nuttin left but d-rock suckz more cock than seth

Ayo was really good man Damn/Boy ill carv u like a turkey Dinner or da ham/Yo I'll admit/D-Rock's Ryhme aint hot/But they colder Than ice/i dont break hearts/i freeze em cuz ya boy so nice/And u was right the first Time/My rhymes are death/Cuz they'll chop ya down/till there's nuffin left/And who da fuck is Seth /I know/U be right next ro him suckin on da same block/And Suckin on da same cock/And u just pissed at him/Cuz he went in ya back door and didnt even knock/And thinks twice no think it over atleast 3 times/Before u mention me and some faggot shit in ya rhymes/