dogg diggitty dogg!someone,give rover a bone
he's a well trained lil poodle who needs a good home.
sometimes he shits on my floor so i rub his nose in it
u really think thats a booger?thats really a corn pellet.
he aint no grand champion or prize receivier
he's a little skinny poodle that comes from a good teacher

Origin, ya know your whackness is making me snore again/
With a name like that I know you were made in a bed of sin/

You imbreed Hick Hill Billy Born to men, and a Momma named 'WhOri-Gin'/

Bitch fucked everyone of her Kin, From which is your *OriGin*?/

Misguided youth thinking he can Rap, Cuz ya Momma banged meat up side ya head while still in the Sac/

Your only relief from the Rythem ~N~ TAP was when WhOri-Gin took 'it' from the Back/

I bet you love it when Banjo music Plays, reminding you of Good-O'le times ~N~ ya imbreed Country ways/

So now that your Dismissed and lyrically Hit-less not to mention ya toothless, Ori-gin can just Suck this!/

(Pill Boy is next in line)

Listen up pillboy you could call me busdasteelboy,
cuz i'm bout to killboy wit the stainless toy,
cuz niggas sweet like chips ahoy, he crumbles under pressure,
you cant touch my texture, to rough for you, i bet ya,
i could have 16 hot bars sent through your sweater,
now you know betta, i'll jack you for all your chedda,
rippin you like shredder, i'll bury you so deep,
you'll find the buried treasure!!!!!

This is for dawg!!!!!!!

Fuck this i'm emptyin all lyrical clips on this bitch,
leavin your body wit a twitch, in a roadside ditch,
cuz i'm quick to flip the script, you aint wit this,
hope you ate your spinach, cuz your gonna need it,
help is what you need so you betta go seek it,
cuz i'll straight defeat kid, rhymes vicious like sid,
lines so hot they'll put burn holes through your wig!!!!

yo, deeni, ur raps so old ur tongue has grown mold/
oh no, u spittin like lil 4-year olds, 0-2, yet u still act bold/
i'm 2-2 yet i've had bout 4 no-shows/
u lost 2 many times to try to be actin like u goin gold/
i ain't tryin to beat u lyrically, or u would get merked/
3-0, no show, whicheva way will work/
i'll see u down tha line when u finally get good at spitten/
but i'll be dead by then, by so many times my mouth has been bittin/
n please don't forget it/

Listen up RUGRAT, i'll cut you up like crack, and sell you to the feens,
cuz i'm sick like i got a disease, motherfuckas melt when i breathe,
not cuz i got da hot breath, but cuz i spit the hot sets,
of versus, your worthless, dont give a fuck if you 2-2,
cuz you don't have clue wut i could do to you,
lyrically or physically, you'll get smacked silly, ya feel me!!!!!!

you again the born to be wack rhyme spitter
gonna get burned down in ur own house like poor ol hitler
physically ur fat and lyrics is a word u never knew existed
u should be glad that im elavating you and uplifting
to even recognize ur raps as even rap at all
sounds like jibberish but fuck it,aint my call

Obsessed Wit Pills, This Rap Is Addressed Ta Kill
So Discuss Wit Us How The Losing Contestant Feels
Youz A Bum On The Street So I'll Infect Ya Meals
Inspect Tha Real, You Ain't Readin' PillBoy's Projected Reel
Lemme Correct Ya Steal, You Da Pig Selected Ta Squeal
You Think You Protected For Real, Fuck Ya Vest and Pistol Plays
Leave You A Bloody Mess Wit Missles & AK'S, A Fistfull'a Haze
Gettin Blunted Throughout Each And Every One'a Of My Days
I Confronted Ya Raps And All Of Ya Punchlines Is Played
So It's CrunchTime Today, Leave You Slumped & Rhymes Decayed
As I Bump Lines'a Yay, Fuckin' Up Ya Back Up Like Hunched Spines in DisArray
Melt You The Nestle Crunch Kind Wit Burning Flames
A Fuckin Young Cat Think He Got Me Learning Games
Run Around Cuz You Pussy Hid So I Gotta Go & Seek At You........
I Guess In Yo' Terms I Got Pokemon Guns Cuz The "Peek-at-chu"

Fuck you and what you tryin to do, i'll make one less in your crew,
i've got more then a few, hot bars to hit you from afar, makin your brain ajar,
full head scar, i'm rb's czar, wit more then jus hot bars,
but ill versus, call the nurses, i need a checkup, cuz i got sick versus,
don't ever try to versus, the man who got lyrical curses,
rap voodoo, send fuckin sharp darts at you like chaka zulu,
put you through lyrical torture, fuck that,
your a immigrant to this shit, we should fuckin deport ya!!!!

previous verse was posted a lil late, i'll eat this coward toooo!!!!

Your rhymes are a joke, mouth should be washed out wit soap,
cuz your tryin to curse da game, true meanin of lame,
its a shame to see what happens when you dont wear a rubber,
all your life your gonna suffer, i feel sorry for your mother,
probably always said you were a mistake,
excuse she wasn't in the right mind state, it was her first blind date,
first time eva bein taped, there's only one thing i hate,
when a month later she was tellin me she was two weeks late!!!!

that's obnoxious, so fuck any raps ya try to bomb-with/
first thing ya needs oxygen, deeni wut the fuck i need oxygen/
cuz when i see ya name i laugh myself into cardiac-often/
ya rhymes are a waste, storyline or not ya bad-ace/
like when i turn up the stove and pot ya past-baked/
damn i can't hate, ya got some potential/
but first ditch the name and give those 2 verses back to rental/

so ima rip this nigga named cutastraphe/
dust past quickly/ bust ass then flee/
cuz i aint got no time for these weak mcs/
who speak empty/ and try n fight, bitch don't tempt me/
i aint scared cuz u got mo posts than me/
wit all the drops in the world, u still ain't close to me/

there's nunother than wannabe's in these cyphers/
tha only other vet is cutastraphe, and he's not even a biter/
this kat from cleveland could pull an all-nighter/
and still respect me n all other MC fighters/
u came back in tha game almost a year later of pickin out ur rap name/
and 75 posts is nowhere near being able to have any type of fame/
spider man ain't savin tha neighborhood n ur not friendly/
u couldn't use enuff spider web to end thee/
all i know is that i gave u arachnaphobia/
then threw in tha movie 8-legged freaks, been nice knowin ya/

This mutherfucka thinks hes some guardian angel,
i'll tie him up by his arms n ankles, and fill em up wit painkillaz,
then start poundin on his chest like he was some gorrilla,
man made heart attack, no angel is gonna bring you back,
your gone forever, comin back never, not even wit some wings on your back,
your lifeline is permanetly flat, now how you feel about that!!!!!

that diss was weak, dude, and ur name is sh!t/
165 drops... thats the best u came up wit?/
dee-ni/ gettin bust straight in the-eye/
this light-weight/ is quite jake/ he can never be-I/
dude i'm killa, u cant be me so what is the fuss about/
yes im a gurl, but u still stuck wit my nuts in yo mouth/

Deeni your talking shit about a guy who has more merit than your lies/

I am sure AgellicallR would hand you a K.O. ~2~ no ones suprise, cuz ya lyrics ~R~ tried/

I think ya fell off that *Ferry*~N~ bumped ya Head ~N~ now weary cuz ya whackness is scary/

With sorry pre school rhymes, pathetic is how I define, ya just a true waste of time/

Always texting like ya hard ~N~ inclined to damage our minds, but ya soft as a Dime/

We don't pay you no mind, cuz ya Bling is lacking the shine, ~N~ ya 'Sour Grapes' will neva equate ~2~ wine/

So fuck off and die, or run to mommy and cry, tell her bouncer spit heat thru ya eye/

yo look at bouncedoggydog
i think he a wanna b snoopdoggydogg fraud
i'ma erase ur ass as if u were a dot on my page
i'ma like a magical sage wit rage thats about ta end ya days
o my god, quit ur bitchen, and picket for tha gays
every thing u say, ends up as blah blah blah
look now, i think this foll needs first aid
his skin well its turnin a different shade
o, neva mind its jus tha color of a gay rapping fag

hey kenoras,glad to see ur here to play
quit messing with the doggs b4 you meet the AK
pretty lil kitten needs to be nutered,shes in heat
fuck this forum,i wanna fight u,lets take it to the street
battle rappin turned gun clappin,all cuz ur mouf keeps yappin
guess im gonna have to shut it,sew it up,grab ur neck an snap it!

your record shows your skills & you droppin fast,
in this RB battle league you end up last/
nearest you got to a 'native life' is when you 'camp-in',
your only hope of a vote is when you start dick riding/
your name is like ya sex life showin ya man 'ken-ur-ass',
next time you called out be like a QB & make a pass/

vote on this it's gettin slept on:

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...highlight=domN8

Aimed at kenoras sorry ass
 

Do you really think you cease the dog from speech? When ya clinging to the game like a leech/

With Gello flimsy bars ~N~ references ~2~ famous Rap stars?/
Please do you need some new scars? Another lose to go far?

Smells like ya Rap eminated outta ya Ass, along the way passing thru fermented Gas/

Ya styles booty like trash, in a spectrum of color along the lines of reruns from M.A.S.H./

I'll teach ya rookie ass a lesson, better aviod my Smith ~N~ Wesson/
Cuz when I get to spitting ~N~ Splitting my rhymes ~R~ Hitting not Quitting ~N~ ya gona need a blessing/

With a name like an Indian Guru, ya should know better than to fuck with a True Sioux/

Don't make defeather and tar you, ~N~ leave a trial-o-tears just to find you/

Looks like somebodys been listenen to a little obie,
cuz i saw a little similarity in your first line, or maybe i'm just losin my mind,
it must've been the babblin in your rhyme, you lost your time to shine,
now your shine is mine, robbin you blind of wuteva kinda skills you posess,
so come correct or dont come at all,
cuz i will be the one your blamin for your downfall, its your last call,
your last time to speak, uuppp time is ova now meet my friend heat!!!!

to think this kid has clamed the "skill"
had to go back rewrite and add me to his will//
kid been here for bout wat 7 months now?
he musta been postin in RR cuz there seems to be very lil posts wow//
flow all over the place you know i kno where he got those posts
wackness center should have this kid as its new host//

hey playa, you just been denied//
talkin like he fly high, but he sighs//
wishin he cood rap straight//
but u cant escape fate, like bill gates//
im rich with thots, but u smell like gym socks//
so go take urself to suck on more cocks//

kids talking about gym socks get shot
left to rot dizasterous bows before the boss
you ain't eastside i'll leave you burnt and fried
let my blunt ignite the angel writes too nice
get curb stomped and wiped off the nikes
don't disrespect of get sent to the light bitch

I can already tell you've never play'd to tha par//
Jumping dangerously in ta' rapbattles wit tha wrong avatar//
I should leave you wit scars, beat you down n' make you bleed//
But actually you see your just like tha rest of all these pussy emcees, prolly behind ya computer screen eatin cookies n' creme took in ya dreams, I'm here to scare ya leave ya wet in ya jeans as tha threat on tha scene//
Tha only light you'll send me to, is tha one in which sends shells right back at you...have ya feelin burn like tha jews, end up wit the life in tha news, so take that likin ta' choose while I'm litin my fuse//
They'll carry you off in a nice little carriage right with your parents
Bring you to death before marriage I'de be slightly embarrised//
Spit back fool so I can rip wit my tool..stand you up like a stool n' take you ta' school//

oh man, y does evyrone one have that avatar/
is that a biting shield, and is that a barcode, or an adidas scar?/
rushville coundn't run afta me if i tripped on my lip/
from March of 2003, Jay has never been stiff/
u need some viagra my friend? to get it up?/
or is tha fact of tha matter is that u jus ain't got tha stuff?/
enuff...

Check ya first line partna, you can't even spit proper english/
You on fire now pal, well yeah I'm about to extinguise/
Yeah put you out...knock you down for that title bout/
Ya spittin's slow asshole it strictly blows/
No wonder it shows because ya from where nobody knows/
I should stop this shit quick its obvious use a bitch/
Walkin around in a skirt wit some dick talkin wit ya gay ass lisp/
I'm hesitate to stop there, but I haven't got to your nails n' ya hair/
You be that homo to scare but homie frankly who cares/

hey every one say hi to JayHull
before he looses his gay skull
take this chain and ball, and crack yo skull
he think he hulk, he think he bulk
look at his avy, its so common its becuming crappy
his rhymes r sappy, he sits at his pc and becomes happy
well better get yo daddy, cuz u and him had ta c
wut kinda porn was on his pc screen
its was a lean green gay ass scene

all i gotta say is boo,rhymes are stank like u steped in dog poo
u need to get educated in rap take ur ass back to school
its getting to annoy me that i even have to acknowledge u
u call me out for a battle,u didnt even show,did you?
guess i'd be scared of me if i was you too
just dont speak my name no more,u dont have that privledge fool.

here's sumtin funny, kenoras, ur even worse than jayhull/
i know u may not think so, u may have thought it impossible/
but tha thing is u really don't know wat u doin, ur jokin/
always talkin about gays but u tha one elopn/
ur probably hopin that this is tha best i spit, but guess wat?/
u don't wanna battle this or u'll get ur lips cut/

(i mean ur lower one)

It's an angel falling str8 out the sky, crash ~N~ burn my styles seal up ya eye/

Devistating like crack followed by coke, ya rhymes ~R~ simple like a popsicle joke/

Ya spit it tickles soaked in whack, marinated like pickles, with skillz that lack/

I rain fire and brimestone can ya hear the Angels cry, don't need a wish bone, took the win and hardly tried/

Hear the wispers in the wind, vioces howling within, another Burned in the lake of sin/

By the evil that hunts ya below, demonic chanting on microphones, Bouncerz evil like Satans' Clone/

Sportin wings, yet never once elevated...
Useless things, like his dick that's never penetrated.
Middleweight, but a lightweight without the humiliation...
Cuz it makes up ya bulk, otherwise ya'd look like starvation.
Ya only phatness is ya worthlessness, it's all ya got...
It's why ya find yaself sleepin nightly on a YMCA cot.

This was for AngellicallR

Now I may just be a rookie, but please dont get it twisted
Cuz when I step my foot in, this entire game is shifted
Born to Kill, you spittin shit kid, look at the verse I just did
Nothing major, just enough to get you fisted
Did you miss it? I just played you, it'll happen every time
From the bottom to the top, Like Scarface, "The world is Mine"

i must admit ur flows are better than most on this site
still ur a footsoldier,so bow down to a OG,get it right
johhny just got blazed in a battle,he never coulda won
what ever made him think elsewise,musta been the drugz
im packin flows and ill lyrics,ur packin pudding and cake
get out ur pen and notes,and practice!so u can be this great!

Thanks Pillboy, really sweet, but I'm not gonna give you dick
Sorry to burst your bubble partner, just listen to me spit
Your logic is way off, just look at your last line
Get my pen and notes? That means I'd rewind
But my skills are way beyond that, I don't need to take lessons
So you just do what you're good at, wearing little black dresses

The Real One a.k.a. Infinite

Flowz better than most on this site? Go get ya head checked cuz it aint even right/

That shit had flow but was not tight, how many times is cats gona movie-bite/

There seems to be a misconception that flow equates to fame, but stick to that thought ~N~ wind up in dieing shame/

So fuck a Pill Toy and Jonnie-Just-Gaze, cuz when ya glimpse a REAL talent ya shocked ~N~ amazed/

I'll slice right thru ya chest like a Tuna Fillet, Shatter vertabre's Like YOU rough Sexing Gay's/

Cuz ya both spitting like-Broke-Cock, Dribble'N-Nut-Stock, Sick from-the-crouch-rot/

You fucken newbies ~R~ Have not's, Step off RB's jock, cuz ya fags aint got *shit locked/

Only *smeared up on your Cock, fecal matter's what you rock, only coming hard up in your socks/

Doggy Dogg you think too hard, especially for your talent
It's idiot rappers such as yourself that tend to make me violent
Sorry, I've said too much, you can't even get your rap on
Cuz you at home with your girlfriend, playing with her strap on
This cats gone, mind blown, talking mainly about this gay shit
If you really want to speak on something..here...speak on my dick

look everybody, johnny's blazed
this fucking potheads fazed
my punches leave ya dazed
after seeing my talent u raved
said hey bridge, and waved
there aint no chance, u cant be saved

wow! look! he made a spit wit tha same rhyme comin at tha end of each rhyme/
nursery book bullshit will make sure u get merked each n every time/
u don't want me to drop a dime so imma drop a whole row of quarters/
steppin up will take a lot for u, so much money used to have Suess ghostwrite for u will make u poorer/
no more simple shit for these weak minded fools, who seek rightous news/
of untimely dues paid on my island shoes, no hawaii blues can save u from thee mighty, who?/
me dammit...

You aint nobody, so stop actin like you somebody,
i'll hit you up wit elmer fudd's shotty, scatterin pellet holes through your body,
i'm rb's version of Gotti, the teflon don whos got the mic as his right arm,
feels like i got the power when it touches my palm,
rhymes pour out like a thunderstorm, you betta get on the horn,
and call all your troops, cuz you wont be able to do this by yourself,
if you are come dressed in your best suit!!!!