J@yHuLL :

AYO,

LOOK AT THIS 'MOFO' HIS HOE FLOWS
MORE HEART-FULL
WORDS I RUN THIS BOARD
HE CALL ME THE LORD
HES MY BITCH, IF HE DONT LISTEN I DIG HIM A DITCH
I BARRY FAGS WHO GOTS THE TAG WITH 'SNITCH'
IF U GOT AN ISSUE WITH ME THEN FUCK U
CUZ I'LL RIP U
LIKE I TAIR UR SPINE; CARTOLGE AND NEVERSE
I LEAVE UR WORSE VERSER BEHIND IM TAKIN FIRST
U WANN TO BATTLE
ME U GONNA GO TATTLE
ON ME TO THE ADMINS FOR SPITN SOME LYRICALY-INSAIN-LINES
BUT I TAKE UR PUNC-LINE OUT LIKE UR A JACK-IN-THE-BOX-LINES
U CANT RYHME
SO QUITE WASTIN UR TIME
U HAVENT HIT A PUNC-LINE
YET, WAT MAKES U THINK U CAN MURDER MINE....

ha... ha...

Oh my God you must have taken tha worst class
When it comes to composistion of verse I'm taken first your taken dead last
I mean damn dog I wish you well
But first off maybe you should learn how to spell
There's a big difference between a composer n' a poser
But I'll still give the show a whole roll of ya freeposter{s}
Your just another amateur scared to tell me where you live
I don't blame ya because if you did I'de be there to bury ya cribb
This isn't just computer shit let me know where your at
JayHull'll come wit tha mack man I'll have you Checkstatz

lets leave it at that...

Aite, Time To Smack Some Sence Into These Newbies....

aite check it,

NEwbie SHiT:

Jay Hull? Pssh I rap circles arounf this fag with little to no effort//
Take ya breath with one verse, and hear u bitch on how ya chest-hurts//

InTeR RhyMes:

I rip wack kids even with with my inter-rhymes, that'll still leave ya tongue and brain inter-twined//
Spittin acid at ya brain then leave you a piece-of-mind, spray after spray until my lyrics leave-ya-blind//

ExPeRteeez!!:

Just my stares are like hectic-methods designed to leave ya neglected like wet-kids//
Rippin you unprotected,only to smash-hicks demolish vets-that-get-left-with-fresh-rips//

Top that niggaz.... even doe most you bee white

//\\kademikz :

AYO

' I KILL UR LINES, I STAB UR SPINE
I LEAVE UR MIND HANGIN TO DRY ON CLOTHES-LINE

I AINT HERE TO SPIT RHYMIC, IM HERE TO SPIT LOGIC
I MARK MY WORDS ON UR GRAVE, IM THE MAGIC
MAGE,I'LL RAPE UR VERSE I LOCK UR VERSE IN CAGE
LEAVEN UR MIND ON ITS OWN "RAMPAGE"
I TAKE MY TEXT OFF THE PAGE
I ILLISTRUATE THE FATE U HAVE TO BE HATED
AND I JUST BEING TO EVELATED
THE SAME REASON WHY U JUST A DEAD KAT
I'VE HEAD MORE HEAD-LESS MCS, BUT UR JUST A KAT IN THE HAT
JOKE, MAN PLS DONT SMOKE UR HERB,
I PUT MC FACES ON THE CURB
FOR LESS REASONS LIKE UR WACK-LESS VERSE
MAN SHIT A BLIND NURSE SPITS A ILLER VERSE//

Please no one listen to this faggot freeposter
He can't rhyme shit I rip him n' I'm a smoker
I'll make his nose bleed you know me I'm that Ol' G
Been here longer than half of you emcees n' still you say you gonna rapbattle me
I'm hot stop tryin to bust out
My lyrics have you shut down shit I was just crowned
This man's spittin with a brain the size of a grain of sand
Fuckin this man while he's shittin grippin with his "big hand"
Your not safe lets not play your gonna save who?
Shit get rid of that big head someone better save you

freeposter's now mystic tha bitch
Realized his name was shit so he decided to switch

Mystik:
Fundamentals, one word dat aint in ya vocab...... so check it

Pencil this bitch with gangsta stencils that Ima use to erase his face//
Gentle, fuck that I'd rather spray your mental at pace all over the place//
The lyrics that I key defile and come "hot" leaving you trying to "sweat my style"//
After my text drops ill leave you with a smile thinkin that battleing me was worth-you-while//
The facts now point to your defeat,realizing that you just a joke that broke out a dead beat//
Like ALI drawin circles with chalk on the street, you rap mentality will have trouble makeing "ends meet"//

Jay Hull:
2 lines
Another newbie half-battle but this time ima fracture ya legs and disgrace ya body's-mantle//
My text aint a type of "unicycle",but my level of excellence is still somthing you alone cant handle//

you must pretty smart being able to spell "// \\kademikz" and all,
my intelligence in comparison to yours is like a 'rise and fall'

man you better spit more than two lines/
people think you pussy when you only make 1 rhyme/
rise and fall i guess/
you probly think you the best/
i aint even close to impressed/
so sit back and watch what happens/
some pussy mother fucker gonn try to kill my rappin/

wow unbulevable how u can have no flow
no multis, phat punches, no nothing to show//
get off rap battles and battle on ur own
cuz this shit u bring dont even come close//

spirit just can't spit it you get a spankin instead//
fuck around and end up with a whole in ya head
you better off dead, in a lyrical body bag//
fill you up with verbal lead and watch ya lungs begin to sag
i'm crushin ya larnyx, take the speech out ya mouth//
i roll over you like "total war" like Sherman marchin through the south....

go read a history book

im "back-roax", from some backroads with gravel/
horse and sattle, milkin this game like it was cattle/
but i aint got no funny cyde, believe me/
my horse is a pen, my pen is a fuckin genie/
i throw roax in rivers, its gay how you skip/
i show off my figure and you lay at my hip, bitch/
didnt i already rip your DNA in pieces?/
is it cause im breathtakin that you're so speachless?/
during this spit your morning im evening../
till the score's settled our im not leaving/
jesus im just releasin...all the bullshit ive been fed since i been breathin/

AYO,

IM SICK OF THIS BULLSHIT... TIME TOOO SHOW SOMETHING.....


I HIT YEAH BEFROM BEHIND, MY VOICE INTWINES
UR WEAK SIMPLE-BENT-LINES//
U CANT SPIT UR SHIT, SO QUITE SPITS BILL-SHIT
ABOUT UR LIFE, ITS A WASTE OF MY TIME SO SHUT-IT//
UR VERSES ARE LIKE A "PENIS-ENLARGER"
U WORDS GET BIGGER BUT THE SENCE GETS WEAKER//
THE CONCEPT U HAVENT LEARN TO ACCEP(ET)
WILL REPLACE UR HEART, MURD'N UR ASS WAS THE FIRST STEP//
EVEN "E.T" HAS MORE INTELLAGENNCE OF AN EARTH-LINGING
THEN U DO WHEN U SPIT UR SIMPLE VERSE ABOUT 'DICKRYDING'//

that was weak man u can do better
uve got no "opener" ,even for a small letter//
nursery rhmyes hit harder then your punches
its like trying to make a move but they still hunches//
so ill give u a clue get off the caps
and make a battle so i can up my stats//

( thats a call out mystic )

spirit is a newbie tryin to battle other newbies to up his stats/
i'll come at him like sosa with broken bats/
you real tough pickin a fight with mystic in a cypher forum/
i'll shoot at him with lyrical bullets and put four in em/
so if u think you can hang with bad rap/
i'll toss you the noose so u can actually hang/

play defense move ya feet/
wack shit get you bust to the muthafuckin white meat/
Fuck b-a-d you a-s-s you cant spit wit the rest/
Dont spit wit da best or you loose head & neck/
Hollow tips go through you old navy tech vest/

You thinkin u the best, u aint ready for the test/
You just like someone sneezin kid, u always gettin blessed/
Im always schemin on how i should kill sympala/
either chop his head off or run him over with my chevrolet impala/
To lyrically destroy you all i really need's a chorus /
I'll always be iller than u even if u catch west nile virus/
And thats It!!!!!

Im watchin as yall try to be ill as ice/
just stay there as i give ya some real advice/
atilla, man yall get used like spice/
run outta lyrics like i roll out the dice/
damn son/
too bad you aint got none/
if you had one, you wouldnt want to use it against a magnum/
thats how i have fun/
now im a tad done/
that aint the last one, so go on find your cap guns/

i'm sick like SARS leave scars that won't fade//
all up in ya chest with my hot lyrical blade you get played
ice berg soft like ice cream, make it a "soft serve"//
style all choppy like it suffers from "lost nerves"
you got "punk'd" like Ashton on "MTV"//
ice calls up the police cryin' "Rescue Me"
you got no "clue" like col. mustard in the study with the rope//
there aint no hope, you aint dope, someone call up the pope
tell him we need a blessin for Ice//
it'd take "Divine Intervention" to make his wack ass sound nice

deeni is a pussy who likes men

You fuckin faggots, i let you take over while i was gone,
the way you peoples were ryhming that shit was just wrong,
im going to make you regret trying to take my place,
they way im back is like a spit in the face,
dont get in my path, i'll go beserk,
ill come like a stab in the throat ill make it hurt,
nutcase you one lined easy hoe,
stop faggin and get ready to flow.

jay- ron you better pay-before-don/
cuz im gonna lay on ur mom/
ur just singing the same song/
it goes like this thong,tt thong thong thong/
open your mouth wide open /
let me baby feed you,teach you a lesson/
my rhymes are gods good blessin/

jay-rons a bitch who loves to ride dick
whens hes ready fer gay sex hes on the floor quick
i spit sick shit that flips like a card trick
this dude likes to deep throat thick shit like its a pool stick
but its ok jay we all have our flaws
like u suckin up giz with a hundred straws

sup with ur name? ur briefcase full of nut?/
callin jay-ron gay, you know you like gettin fucked in the butt/
fucker, only dick u got is a dildo...with no nuts/
step to me, i'll smack ya ass back, and spread ur crack/
call gay jay to fill u up with semen, he'll rip ur hymen/
after he's through, u'll still wait to get fucked by all gay men/

B.A.D R.A.P your the only one i trust know in this game,
those other two nobody's trying to claim my name,
Nutcase and scientist both yall talk about dick like you get it all the time,
damn is it that important you had to put it in your ryhmes,
we know you two are virgins cause your hands dont count,
i have spits that wont stop and come in many amounts,
i could challenge both of you and still claim a win,
something you'll never do even if i was a retarded imp

scientist you stupid bitch never put god in your words,
you'll never be on the same level your just a kid that doesnt want to be heard,
you made a mistake, the wrong man to spit against,
you tried to shoot but you just hit-and-missed,
if you were playing the game of life, your card you picked up was slit throat,
you shouldn't of ever stared not even as a last resort,
i pick your punk ass off one and one,
im bout to make a grown man cry, and i think it will be fun

Ha ha again this newb was way to easy to "roast"
Quick to learn never again will he "boast"

The closest treach ever gets to guns is cartoons
He's a kid, he goes to McDonalds for balloons,
See him sittin' in a pram with his mama wheelin' yo ass
I catch you like fishing and start reeling yo ass

^ damn, shit was hilarious, had me bustin up

R.A.P y post shit, and mouthin the name B-A-D?You gonna end up dead bitch R-I-P, and you gonna suffer like a fag
with H-I-V, You so bad here I'll even help you rip on
me, "Funky shut the hell up this ain't a spellin bee"...
Shit I read this guys bio he ain't bad at all, in fact
this fag makes money driving a u-haul, BAD you ain't goin
nowhere, I recommend you find a high building a motha
fucken free fall...ure rhymes so fucken old they walk
with a cane...

MUAHAHAHAHAHAH

I'LL TAKE AWAY YOUR SPIRIT/
LEAVE YOUR SOUL FOR DEAD/
TERMINATE YOUR THOUGHTS/
AND HAVE YOUR BODY LEAK RED/
I'M THE REAL LIFE JUDGE DREDD/
THE WAY I LAY DOWN THE LAW/
TRY TO STOP ME, AND I'LL HAVE YOUR JAW FEELIN SAW/
I'M BAD TO THE BONE/
I'M GANGSTA LIKE AL CAPONE/
SO DON'T FUCK WIT ME CUZ I'M IN THE ZONE!!!

this is for the last to posters you wanna be rappers,
your ass's are so old your currently running on Napster,
im ringing you bitches and i aint a phone,
haha, what the fuck were you thinking... Al Capone,
and Fucky tried to be a fake ass 8-mile
that shits been done you faggot stop biting others style,
you tried to make fun of your self take a look at you,
you both will go down as the unwanted two,
both you need help you sorry ass rookies,
like an internet BANNER, "I'll take your COOKIES.

yo monkey face

i rule this joint get my point
ur all gay and should go away
kooldude is a twat so take that

What can i say, this faggot is wack
I'm sure is noticed by everyone, you must be on crack
Not the drug, you be on men's crack
Givin' licks and head gettin' pimped and slapped
Take your diseased ass somewhere de-contaminative
So we don't catch you, i shoot you, become eliminated
Deceased by deceit duplicitous AK's
Put the magazine in and i don't stop just spray

I was gona take some time out to dis y'all but you so fucking whack theres no point

YOUR RHYMES ARE WEAK/
LIKE POPEYE WITOUT HIS SPINACH/
YOU LOOK LIKE GRIMACE/
YOU DON'T WANT ME TO FINISH/
YOUR SLIPPIN, MUST BE SIPPIN ON SOME LIQ/
CUZ YOUR RUNNIN YOUR MOUTH,
AND YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKIN ABOUT/
THE REST OF YOU MUST OF STAINED YOUR MOTHERS COUCH/
YOUR THE ONLY ABORTION BABY THAT LIVED/
SO WATCH WHO YOUR TALKIN TOO,
CUZ GROWN FOLKS DON'T LIKE FUCKIN WIT LITTLE KIDS.

hey hey
i spray the things all day day
does anybody besides me see that DECEIT appears to be gay gay
we gon see how gangsta u r when its crunchtime
blah blah blah blah punchline
but my smith & wesson revolver leave ya ass on a flatline
my style difficult to find like a lil kid tryna find a easter basket
ill kidnap ya kids take the ransom leave in a casket GOT DAMN im HANDSOME

hot shit by deceit and jay-ron up above...
but this shit goes out to djfunky:

so dj wanna talk shit? i think he wanna get hit/
from a faggot while he sucks his dick/
callin me a fag when ur the one that's on the rag/
do you want a tampon or will u just bleed in a bag?/
even though this is a cypher, bitch don't post under me/
cuz don't u see, i don't mess around, i'll hang u from a tree/
pretendin ur funky, please u know ur fat and chunky/
i don't rap with fags that dropped outta school, u stupid ass flunky/