I don't know why, but I can't seem to get to yah/
Seems as if my verses are slipping right through yah/
Maybe yah net got too many holes- the truth slips through one ear, out the other it goes/
All barriers I puncture, I leave nigga's brains ruptured/
I'm so creative and shit, I rearrange molecular structures/
I'm dishin' out the hurt, and there's more where that came from/
But dis only the first course; you don't want the full meal, son/
I'm checkin' you out man, almost wishin' that you would/
Don't be concerned about defeat, it's for your own good/
You'll get knocked down, but you'll get up again, with the help of Asprin and a little Ritalin/
But if you ever step up to me, again, all flags will by flying half mast, man/

ey, please dont jump the gun and battle me/
cause i'll spit a verse so fast, you get whipplashed in reality/(into didnt fit)
im startin to see you for a fool B/
ripped some new-bies, and now you want through me/
well i aint a door, so ya best bet is not to knock-me/
put my face on a medalion, hang it in ya verse, only times ya rhymes rock me/
i'll beat you with no vacab, cause im lazy/
cause i'll leave you 'blacked out', wit trouble in ya little china like patrick swazy/(in her little china hint hint :P)
i get in ya system like antihistamines, with my punchlines - ima show u wha the meaning of Fisting be, wit my keyboard delete ya whole history, wether it be ya moms, put viruses inside of ya family tree/

girl i rip niggas in text, on the mic i rip bitches in stealth, dont get it twisted, im silent, why u aint heard of me yet/

im telling you, battling me is taboo like 'blasphemy'/
if i replaced the mic 'batteries' wit bullets, you wouldnt be 'blastin-me/

Who is this guy who the hell does he think he is, his rhyme would be better of in a pop quiz but i will get it into his head that i am the new command processing over head i will run this joint like never before and you wount be hearing any shit ryhmes like his anymore all this shit will be hardcore just like your american civil war ryhmes like his will be on the lower floor trying to sneak in an exterior door. But im gona stop here because ive already destroyed this guys career (he never had 1) if he wants to take it further ill leave him criticaly severe, is there any challangers for me any volunteers

this wak cat shoulda never quit mutha fuken day job
bobo? go back to the circus where u belong ho
dog, u commin out from ireland, there aint no hood
only fucked up accents n beer that dont taste good
so take ya bullshit somewhere where its respected
u dont even use grammer, ya rhymes never connected
not to mention how ya cant spell, u mean bald
u paranoid, started loosin hair at 12 years old
straight up, dont bring ya styles round here no more
cuz were lookin rappers with MORE THEN 1 BALL

this cats wack as shit and i cant see him ever gettin iller..
the guy thinks hes dope after usin mother fucker as a filler..
flows pathetic, attempt at punches roll off, profetic..
kids headed for death, fuckin round with matches till he met-it..
this kid prob flexes my verses in real life n takes the credit..
or at rap sites.. like a dentist through teeth im a menace..
i rip styles in half, while laughin, choke on crack.. never actin..
gettin back-in, to rappin and comin back with a passion..
quit the game after seein corruption bitin was goin on but cats doin nothing..
never true, and frontin, always gangsta and played punches they bustin..

That verse above me was so garbage can.. the whole verse

If i see "One Man Band" then i'm aiming for his face while i'm hawking out spit/
you see, he tries to rhyme but doesn't even talk about shit/
i'll have his ass walking out quick, you can't fade me yo, i'm not your outfit/
there is no fuckin hope in you/
so when i burn you, i'll do you like Indians, "use your fuckin
smoke for smoke signals"/
put it down, you don't even know what to do with the M.I.C son/
giving him a mic is like giving a three year old a machine gun/
and i'm your rap God, so you worship me until your knee's numb/
and if not, then you'll get ran over like a speed bump/
you weak punk, your record is 0-1 kid, so your definitely whack/
and your flow reminds me of "Brandy's" ass"...... they'll never be phat (fat)/
so if ever we rap, i swear that i'll demolish your flow and swallow your soul/
coz if they think like me, you'll get no votes, why would a pimp follow a ho?/

This kids a fag shit.. a true bitch .. what a whore man
even has his tongue out for more balls.. then jordan

lol, his record is 0-2, no wonder he's mad too :laugh: . lmao

Horus, sorry dawg but you really aint the truth,
n i can tell that ya rhymes really hate the booth
u dont belong in this game, so i kick u the fuck out,
u wanna talk shit on amby?...............what bout?
i'll give you my past as a present so ya future is plesant
you aint shown me shit, u must be one them anti-impressents

check this
 

:gfy: undefinedarial black

ayo .. bitch u suck dicks twentyfo'seven // go suck sum more dicks b4 goin to heaven // erry1 kno i got the flow // go suk dem bitchez spendin the last of dem lifes in deathrow // stop the show bitch im srry but u gotta go // go stand on the sidewalkz cuz u a fuckin ho' // // HellRaZoR is my name // im runnin this game // u aint got no tactics or sum good beatz // when u & ur crew leave this shit u'll still feelin my heatz // my words come out like i bust sum caps with my desert E'z //

... why ya'll beefin when the object is to rip the person above you....................................... if you gettin mad, then obviously - they ripped u... incase one of you idiots thought that was a rhyme, it wasent lol...

lol horus i would merk you ... easily

damn dis kid aint touching me on the mic
muchless text dawg its better to fly a kite

Oh hell nah... I'll consider that a freepost. :rolleyes:

stop freposting ^