Shut the fuck up Zuluen, YOU coudlnt rap with 40 lines!!!//
Fuck 40, Ill give u a 100 and ur raps still couldnt be better than mine!//
FUCK EXPLICIT ASSASIN, u cant even spell the word RIGHT!/
I could tie both my hands behin my back and still rape u in a text fight//
And to the person who raps under me, I'll kick your fuckin ass too/
Choke you neck till ur eyes pop out and ur face turns redish blue/

you sound like shit like a bowel movement//
with lines like that how you pay the rent?
flow all bent vocab sounds spent

weaker than a ten year old soft like cotton//
throw you in the garbage cause your words is rotten

A FAGET IN DA CYPHER SOUND DA ALARM BING BONG! BING BONG!BING BONG!ZULUEN'S GOT A PICTURE POSTED OF HS DAD IN A THONG.... OH CHECK OUT DA PICTURE UNDER ILLUSIONIST'S WACK ASS RHYME IT SAYS THUGS( THUGS STAND FOR THE. HERMAPHRODITES. ULTIMATE. GAY. SYNDROME.

aight BITCHSLAPPER was that diss or a compliment cuz atleast from people to you they dont get sperm sediments//callin you self a bitch slapper explains ya name in all//the reas you a "bitch" is cuz u was born with one ball//haha gay sindrome why do u just say "fagrapper"//i bet if u had a chance u would put a camera in the craper LOL that shit was just dumb but oh well

yeah ali1o1 you were right that whole thing was dumb
you aint usually that excited unless you swallowin cum

is this a play ground all i see is little kids//
young fools with no talent like mystah biggs

i think that not having any sex has got your mind all misted
maybe you should smoke a blunt to get your panties untwisted

mrs.biggs, a disgrace to a makaveli face//
change yo av to nelly, cause you predominantly white raced//

whoops i thought this was 2 bar diss.....lol....

emcee abilities, where is your abilities//
sars, aids all that shit, you got the deseace//

zuluen is lookin like he caught up an im speakin boolean
like napolean i take u out at waterloo
neva know what this kat ice'll do
ur whole crew is poo an it doesnt matter
like i said before a white boy gonna end this lil matter
like pitter patter his brain r gonna splatter
done left the room filled wit remains no room fo mo clatter

KiDz Frost, i'll take my Hatz-off, i'll melt you in the summer like tha snowman jack-frost, Back-off, yo raps-soft, melt you with the heat you produce when you Jack-off...

MYSTAHBIGG, MYSTAHBIGG, YOU NEED TO STICK TO SINGING SONS WITH THE ISLEY'S, OR RAIDING 14 YEAR OLD SLEEPOVERS WITH R.KELLEY TO GET THEM OUT THERE NIGHTIES, BECAUSE YOU AIN'T NO REAL MR. BIGGS JUST ASK YOUR WIFEY, WHEN SHE FEEL LIKE PLAYING GAMES & GETTING TICKLED SHE MESS WITH YOU MOST LIKELY, BUT WHEN SHE WANTS THE REAL DEAL & GROWN MEN SHE INVITES ME. HOW DARE YOU TELL ME THAT MY BARS ARE TOO MUCH, BECAUSE I MADE YOUR LITTLE SIS A WHORE WITH A BIG BUTT. NEXT TIME WATCH YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU APPROACH A LYRICAL ASSASIN, BECAUSE MAN AFTER THESE FEW LINES IT'LL BE A MIRACLE IF THEY LET YOU BACK IN. YOUR STATUS IN THIS CLASS OF ELITE PROFESSIONALS IS UNLISTED, BECAUSE THE DAY THAT GOD CALLED US FOR OUR LYRICAL GIFTS YOU PROBABLY MISSED IT, AND SANTA NEVER BROUGHT IT TO YOU FOR CHRISTMAS, AND THE GENIE DECIDED TO SCRATCH IT FROM YOUR WISH LIST. THAT TELLS ME THAT YOU'RE NOT BUILT TO BOX WITH MY TROOP CLOWN, MAYBE AFTER YOU READ THIS YOU'LL BE SMART & RETIRE TO KEEP YOUR DUKES DOWN. AND TO THINK I THOUGHT OF NEVER RETURNING TO THIS SITE, BUT NOW I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER ME EVERYTIME YOU SIT DOWN TO TYPE. MY LENGTH IS MY STRENGTH FOR DROPPING THESE RAW THREADS, AND IF I WAS IN PERSON WITH YOU I'LL SHOW YOU HOW IT FEELS EVERYTIME YOU SPOKE BY POPPING YOUR FOREHEAD, YOU SEE THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL A FREESTYLED TEXT & FOR YOU TO TRY AND STOP MEN YOU GOT TO DRAW LEAD. BOY LET ME STOP PLAYING GAMES WITH YOU AND ENTERTAINING YOUR YOUNG MIND, CAUSE' I'M TIRED OF TELLING UNDER DEVELOPED CATS LIKE YOURSELF THAT I IMPREGNATE THIS HIP HOP WORLD TO SON RHYMES. THINK BEFORE YA ACT NEXT TIME BECAUSE YOU'LL LOSE IN EVERY BATTLE, BEFORE YOU RIDE ON A PONY INTO WAR WITH THE WRONG HORSE SHOES AND A LOOSE SADDLE, YOUR RHYME STYLE IS LIKE SWIMMING UP STREAM WITH NO CANOE AND TWO PADDLES, AND MY SOUND IS OFF THE HUMAN WAVE LENGTH MAKING DOG TAILS WAGGLE. AIIGHT MAN I'M DONE WITH YOU MR. LOSER, THIS TIME I'LL JUST SLAP YA NEXT ROUND I'LL MAKE SURE TO BRUISE YA. CHUMP STOP COUNTING.

IM wrote a novel that bored me to death//
long as hell if it were spoken he'd run outta breath
this guy is like "Longfellow" only short where it counts//
tiny mind tiny dick tiny rhyme tiny bounce.

roux is still here an as queer as "luganis"
ass hole stretched out like someone playin in his anus
its a mission to mars extend for the stars
wit lines like those u cant even spit at bars
thats about "par" cause ur head i bash leave u seein stars
glancin an starin my ryhmes can impair men
dispare them into dissarray utter disdain i procreate
like this kid masterbates cant think strait til his "mind" he has raped

i come through to disable-Gs, who don’t favor-me//
like a dj is how quick I “turn the tables”-B//
no ones the same-as-the- anonmous-one//
no crew, they still aint phasin-the autonomous-son//
with words synonymous-dun check the dictionary//
my bond-with-a-gun is: father-an-son playin pictionary//
when im fightin, always stick-him-where-he, cant take-blows//
when im writin, always sick-an-scary to fake-hos//
your products aint-fat, like you make-clothes, in-fact//
with them 1 inch rhymes how would you get em back in-tact?//
trust me dogg, your fantasy aint gonna happen//
you wont be tappin-janet-jackson while shes wackin-one-of-hanson....

Anon