that shit made no "cents" like you was "unemployed"/
back up off me before you get "destroyed"
less than perfect, played out and uninspired//
if this was mcdonalds dumbass you'd get fired
work on ya flow like workin on construction//
you got all the materials but you aint buildin nothin

see the xposure of ure lyrix makes the strongest of men wither,
thats jes cuz ya lyrix r wack dawg like u got no power shits gettin 'Dimmer'/
u dont want it wit this man this only a cypha,
come wit a real verse n watch me 'Decipher'////

sounds like you wanna battle tough guy like bruce willis//
i got hot rhymes like "Rambo" got "bullets"
your vacabs a little lacking, your eglish skills are slacking//
your skull will get a crackin from my verbal blows impacting on your head like two hands slapping or rail road cars un-tracking
your an accident waiting to happen//
a car wreck with no survivors feel your lungs collapsin'
set it up so i can tear ya down//
you don't want none of this you pathetic hip hop clown

come on man dog your rhymes aint hot
spittin some shit like that you bound to get shot
what are you talkin bout homie you aint on my level
either get hit with tha gun or tha fuckin shovel
im new to rapbattles its my time
you aint 50 but ill give you nine
you can get it from far away or close range
but my muthafuckin aim wont change

niggaz dont want it wit me

dispicable shit that don't even hit//
i leave you shakin and twitchin like epileptics have fits
clown ass "CUFF" must be the missing "link"//
fuckin with me you need to see a shrink, you must be the shit cause you "stink"
your rhymes land light like pilow fights son//
i got heavy blows like lennox lewis, you don't want none
you the worst emcee i heard here to date//
third rate ingrate, battle record still a clean slate
enough of this shit i'm sick of this dude//
go fuck off CUFF, how's that for rude?

roux that was wack ass fuck
come to my hood i'll make sure you get stuck up
you talkin how i got ah clean slate
well come battle me pussy you scared you'll get ate
i cant be the worse rapper up to date
homie thats you i came a little late
talkin bout records you lost 6 'n' im bout to be the 7th
8th,9th,10th,and,11th
nigga i kno you like my flo
cause you wouldn't hopped on my dick like a lil ass ho
you 27 go do something wit your life
im 17 i can do something wit yo wife
you tha type of muthafucka to snitch
your mom sayin my baby grew up to be ah bitch


you ah grown muthafuckin man
'n' you still ah bitch
you comin at me in a bitch ass way
but thats the only way you kno

roux u got 560 somthin posts on rap battles.com,
ain't none of them worth the cyberspace they stored on,
think yo intelligent wit your DNA logo,
muthafuka u ain't nuthin but an uneducated negro,

settle down kids, it's story time//
this ones about how BOTH YA'LL CAN'T RHYME
CUFF and Porno, sittin in a tree//
these two internet thugs are pussies, how can that be?
go set up a battle if you got the balls//
you tryin to run at me but neither of ya learned yet to crawl
it's the INTERNET and you both aint hardcore//
you're not thugs, not g's, and you can't rap for sure.....

im sinkin ya boat

im ahead of this game and cuttin throats/
im burnin inside, your like cheech, up in smoke/
why write? its like when you write there's nothins wrote/
and why bite? is it cause you lust for my quotes?/
i bust in the door, army boots crushin the floor/
and tried to rob roax but he's nothin but poor/
and his raps are so-so, i'll trap this homo/
and rip apart the fabric of his DNA logo/
he dont know what he's up against the ropes for/
he just remembers Joe swung and he was like "ohhh no"/

I make these flows, call me the mixmaster
If you wanna step, call me the 9 blaster
Joebird wants to try, my intellect
Will bring you down to yo knees, keep yo ass in check
This bitch typin' his lyrics, he's hittin' delete
Cuz he can't think of rhymes to defeat Deceit
While i'm above the rest, i manipulate
You gonna drop outta school, i'm articulate
Pull out your mack when you should pull a thesaurus
Find out how many words for 'Deceit can floor us'
Talk about new levels, you stuck in the third grade
Gangsta ain't everythin', you'll learn it the hard way
All i need is my words to make you run, hide
Do your worst, combust with my lyrical vibe
Lyrically high, your lyrical try was pitiful
You lost your words, i'ma take you to school

it aint about guns, you still sayin ya 9 blaster/
maybe ya intellect needs to rewind faster/
and remember what you put at the front of ya raps/
you're a big boy but ya still dumber than fat/
im mummerin facts louder than you can yell lies/
i exspel guys like you out of my summer school/

at least spell expel properly
it took you that damn long to answer me?
mummerin' ain't a word, you say my intellect gone
maybe you should go to summer school and raise your iq
you so dumb you can't find the vowel in iq bein' a newb
your bound to be bad at rap
so murmer somethin', and not the same old facts

haha *laughs at expel

your a "middle wieght" i've only posted 5 raps/
3 of them were wasted on your ass gettin classed/
but it was worthless, you'll still resort to stealin purses/
cause you cant grow up like a man till your in hurses/
im nursing this child, teachin him the proper way/
but he wont listen to what i have to say/
so i'll cut him off, im so above him call me southern cross/
hopefully your slide on my raps and they'll start rubbin off/

Best believe me man I think your a fuckin faggot
On so much dick its like extra baggage
I take in verse's to reverse them then kill
Turn tracks harder on homo's stronger than you in "tha Ville"
What I spit'll make you sit still this is not a game man
I'll tire you like Pilgrim's eating turkey n' ham their "triptaphan"
Bitter "being" I buddy ya boys up
Leave tha scene wit bloody voits n' a paint truck
I'm done sayin tha same stuff enough sprayin tha rage
This pussy above me is to scared to post where he's from on tha page
His flow's dumb sound's slow he's Probably young
Or he's old flow's stole so he's an unfortunate son
Its off tha record not lookin high I got him all shook up in his lies

I should belive you but its seeming more unlikly/
Since you can judge dudes on bein gay maybe you should just bite me/
You turn tracks i turn heads when i step in the club/
I'm the main dish like turkey your just the salt rub/
It's to bad this isnt a game or you would get the message "game over"/
Lookin like you need some luck after you didn't get help from that 4 leaf clover/
You were goin luke warm til you finished with lies/
Don't take rappin as job keep the one u got now "would you like fries"/

out 2 all u bitches...cum get me i dnt giv a shit hu u be..jus wait a while n u'll see...wen i rip rymes i take the time.my lyrics be dope u tha 1 hu aint gotta hope.watch how i fuck with ur mind usin only my lyrics.brace urself cause u gonna be in hysterics.u cant cum here n attempt 2 battle me...especially since ur rymes smells of dog pee pee..so i'ma finish this with R.S.V.P so the whole world can see clearly hu the number 1 mc be....

I won't even take my time to diss you learn to spell first/
I've read so many rhymes and that has to be the worst/
Only way you fuck with anyones mind is them tryin to figure out what u mean/
If you take your time writing that shit then its surely not seen/
We got hope unlike you your done/
Now the world see's the truest and im the one/

That shit was aight, but that shit wasnt tight/
Plus it probably took ya dumb ass all fuckin night

My lyrics are fatal, put yo ass in my fable/
Peta-roll! Bitch like a dominoe table

I spit hot shit until the day of my death/
You spit hot shit kuz of ya stanky ass breath

Tha only good line that you had was tha one about jobs/
You forgot to state your consists of suckin on nobs

Ha ha you've been merked and Im just about done/
How do I know so much about you? Ask your mom your my son!

Mine took about 5 looks like yours was done faster/
With that weak ass shit your now the slave im the master/
The name of the fable must be "I can rap"/
Sense fables are fake that matches your crap/
Only reason you spit hot is cause your breath is like the sun/
It's not about your lyrics cause with them you've never won/
That's really funny about the mom joke how long did that take/
"You've just been merked" shut up u know ur fake/

one and only left dumb and homely/
tick tock times up you still owe me homie/
generic now but soon yall know me/
as ice the dice rollin street strollin diss spittin ditch bitten emcee/
now lets kick up the intensity/

yo i got some rhymes to defeat deceit
nigga im stealin your life wit no receipt
they call you the mixmaster the 9 blaster
when i kill you they gonna call you the disaster
homie you soft as hell
i dont want to hurt your feelins you might go 'n' tell
i hope that you dont think that shit you spit was hot
cause you a sorry ass nigga log off 'n' give somebody else your spot
nigga i will break your jaw
you a pussy and like you my flo is raw
usin big ass words you a fuckin geek
i should bully your ass, did i tell you to speak

freestyle off tha head
bitch somebody continue tha cypha
dont come at me wrong bitch
who eva next can get it 2 muthafucka

Whatever I owe you you'll get paid back by my disses/
Like a kid with no shot all your raps have many misses/
Your generic then it must be in your genes to suck/
I'll always be on the seen cause im everlasting like Tuck/
Let's gone and kick up the intensity/
Your most intense and you still lose to me/
--for ice--

punk ass bitch name one and only
nobody like yo ass thats why you lonely
you from dallas so you a southern bitch
even a country nigga can get stitched
you soft as fuck scared to say my name
cause you kno cuff dont play no games when he got those things
i got all these niggaz shook
all yall can battle me at once i'll kill all yall niggas wit one hook
you new punk bitch and i am 2
but i didn't come to tha game a bitch like you
im from bad news and i bring bad news
i'll shoot you up and take your jewels

you want to be like me nigga
HA HA HA
you cant fuckin be like me
pussy be yourself

whoopti doo

i throw cuffs on you with chains inside my basement/
cut off ya leg then use prostetics as replacements/
bitch just face it, ya life has now been wasted/
what you own, i'll break it without no hesitation/
i take ya life and lace it, with stife and hatin/
so dont cross my patients, not even adjacent/

im hot like masons, your soft and fakin/
my words are paradise and yours are wasteland/
your lost, AWAKEN, to this boss in makin/
i take cuffs off this pig and fry him like bacon/

Ice Berg who the fuck are you to tell me to quit,
not only that how the fuck are you to say i bit,
dont be mad that i am better than you'll ever be,
your a punkass newb trying to lay some seeds,
well guess what faggot a came like a storm and ripped your name,
why are you here you should be at www.rapbattles/lame
you made a mistake you called me a biter,
your gay ass cant rap so tell us your works citer,
say something like that again and you'll become 0-1
do what your doing dawg, keep your ass on the run.

yo as i join the page /some niggas on this shit are going both ways/my flows are like pussy no walls just ways/its ill my shit point blank like a sniper on a hill/

im just hella bored holla at your boy............................................... .................................................. ..............................

haha jay ron/
that could be a gay song/
dont be mad at me because you suck all day long/
so i say fuck whatever you say from now on/
try to diss some fuckin pussys till the days gone/
your just some fuckin pussy pawn/
tryin to act all tough and strong/

^ don't freepost ^

ice berg hah ur horrible, deplorible
im adorible somethin u wish u could be
im hotter then the hottest degree
find u in a banana tree suckin that shit with glee on one knee
well i see why u chose not to tell were ur from
cuz u have no rule of thumb of taking it in the bum
jus sittin there waitin fer whoever may cum
on a peice of gum to add ur favorite flavor here do me a favor
dont spit nothin till u getta life saver
er ill dig into u with lyrics and a electric shaver

This cat raps the basics,while my rap creates-his full blown dome decaptiation//
Smak ya-face-then destroy ya vocals with my worst verse lacerations//
My lyrics are far above some-raps,but i save my best shit only to slay all ya'll dumb-kats//
This guys the kind to call you a "Prick", then attack you with rounds of mini thumb-tacks//

I'LL DESTROY NUTCASES REPUTATION/
CUZ ITS THE REEPER THAT HE'S FACIN/
I'M BURNT LIKE CAJUN/
ALWAYS BLAZIN, LIKE A WILD FIRE/
YOU CANT STOP ME/
CUZ I GOT A DESIRE TO ELIMINATE FAKE RAPPERS/
DESTROY THESE SLACKERS/
FUCKIN FUDGE PACKERS/
WHERES THE CHEESE CUZ ALL I'M DEALIN WIT,
IS A BUNCH OF CRACKERS!!!!

i tear your shit apart like a breach birth,
u ain't got adequate skills to spit on dis turf,
ur shit ain't where it should be g,
it's stuck in ur ass like where u contracted the HIV,

yo mc porno you the gayest mutha around town
you the nigga every one callin a clown
when this niggas 0 n 8 i'll jus laugh in his face
this nigga trys to spit the game but theres noone to blame
for the whack rhymes that u spit when i turn my back

LOOK AT YOUR BATTLE RECORD HOMIE/
U DONT KNOW ME, SO STOP ACTIN LIKE YOU DO/
I'LL DESTROY YOUR WHOLE CREW/
LEAVE YOU FOR LAST/
I'LL MAKE U FORGET UR PAST/
AND THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE/
AND WHICH CAUFFIN WILL SUIT YA/
YOUR FROM IRELAND DOG/
THE LAND OF THE DRUNKS/
YOUR PEOPLE FIGHT ABOUT WHAT RELIGION THEY DONT WANT/
WUT TYPE OF SHIT IS THAT/
MC PORNO, YOU STAND OUT LIKE WALDO/
TRY TO UNDERSTAND MY MOTO/
YOU CANT DODGE MY SHOTS,
I SPIT FIRE AND MY LYRICS ARE HOLLOW!!!!

Hit you with a four by four and slash you with a sword
From your head to your nuts, watch 'em drop to the floor
Then i mash on your heart, turn the blade inside
Clogged up your arteries and i watched you die
You better put down the gat, before i blast your ass
And mash on you with a bat, until i crack your back
Pull the mack, it's like that, than i smack you fast
You just got bitchslapped, hand to hand combat
These concepts, will get your lyrics ripped bitch
So quit before i send cruise missiles to your shit
Talkin' bout battle records, your minus one
Bitin' biggy, remember? My hollow's make you run

deciet get's beat like two afro-americans at a klan rally wearin sheets//
merked by verbs that serve up a hungry man portion of absurd curved words
stainless like seel i cut at ya throat till you gasp and choke//
no hope, no scope i leave you burnt ragged and broke
you lookin like a weight watchers flunkie turned ben and jerries junkie//
the only way your style's fat was by eatin "chunky monkey"
clobber you on the head with lyrical clubs//
i know that your raw from where my iritating style rubs
you got less game than checkers with missin pieces//
i stuff hot verbs in ya mouth till your babbalin nonsense ceases

roux.. does that mean red man your asking to get dickslapped in the head//
your a fucking flamer a down right lamer so back up unless you wanna be dead//
i own your lyrics like i own this whole site but in spite i write ill shit//
i am the king supreme and your just a fucking fagot who likes to suck dick//
admit it you dont got it you never did//
i end this witha smack in your face as i get rid// of you

Appeal whats tha deal ya lines need revising
But don't worry homie that didn't come off to surprising
I turn on a dime got mine shined into prime
You couldn't learn off of a nursery rhyme
you should be -mc-worthless-wit-rhymes
Please don't get pissed I understand your new to tha site
But when you spit its like all shit down in my sewers n' pipes
Your bashful asshole I'm a tactful animal
I see you couldn't kill a flee if you were Dr. Lector in Hannibull
I'll have ya mom blowin more than my manifold damn thats broke
Placin he hands permanetly to choke then later on to deepthroat
So peep those...
Lines...
And make sure to let everyone know that your no friend of mine