pair-a-dyce I'll clone ya just to kill ya twice
ya better take my advice
no mister boucer's not nice
castrate and pack you in ice
is that why they call you pair of dice?
cuz your balls have been sliced
disconnected and infested with lice
like the great castraday's
know you sing like my wife
testies taking by way of knife
you've had enough
I'll spare your life
this is just the begining
of your strife
a fucken gansta ya right!
lets get down and ignite
with my trittium optic sights
make your future real bright!
yes I'm very precise
in the darkest of night
L ight
A mplification by
S timulated
E mission of
R adiation
guidence sealing your plight!!

how did you type all that in the same minute ?:
this kids comin into cypha's usin prewritten shit:
dont fuck wit the limitless rhymes, i'll spit infinite:
but i aint eminem, cuz man u should know i stan alone:
cap the bone above your shoulders, dont tempt my tone:
cuz i'll explode your ear drums insertin a bar into each:
leave bloods stains on your body u couldn't get out wit bleach:

who you trying to dis affliate
your just the village idiot
you think you can fuck wit dis
I creep out the ganja mist
they call me the scien-twist
affilate can ya feel me yet?
I'm breaking your fucken neck
body collapsed and hit the deck
hymogloben pouring out from your chest
shredding your kevlar vest
your gurgalling and making a mess
suffering from post tramatic stress
bow down to the supreme lyrisict!

What? did you think I was scared of your weak ass post, come on now!!! I am not a battle rapper, but if someone calls for it, like you did, then I give them only one warning!!

Affiliate



Yes I did type that in one minute, I am sorry you can only do somethings in one minute..... I am new to this forum but I can spit, so don't be so quick to assume shit!!! I can and will decimate any flow you want to bring!! Mister Bounce do double G


Ballerz only
Por Que Si
Bg Crew

so what happened? u suddenly got formal:
you suddenly decided to start typin normal:
but you still weak and cant speak wit presence:
its like your bodies here but your voice is absent:
i guess thats cuz i ripped your vocal box out:
comin at me sideways ? bitch u chose the wrong route:
bout to get knocked to the ground and kiss the dirt:
i know your a bitch so quit lifting up your damn skirt:

affiliate can't facillitate the dextarity to rap//
his shits so boring it makes sleep take a nap
reverberating adolescent inarticulated styles//
beguiled by the child within he just sounds vile
negative feedback in a positive reaction//
this guy's like bald tires, all smoke no traction, left behind when it's time for action

big J your flows sound so dam gay/
with a flick of my tounge on the floor you lay/
in the realm of the living you can not stay/
wake up below in osirus' haze/
banished in them ancient egyptian wayz/
brain extracted thru your nasal passage way/
listen to mr bounce, dis is not your day/
metaphysically your world is decayed/
repeat one more time big j sounds gay!

affiliate your just a weak ass bitch/
trying to ryhme wit simple shit/
I'll leave shivering in a ditch/
have ya walking wit a twich/
foaming from your mouth and having a fit/
you need a docotor and a stich/
so run on home you little twit~

deeni you gotta go/
mr bouncer's on the flow/
wax your ass like mop and glow/
now your orbit astronomical/
like my style it's wimsical/
creep and take your testicle/
ha ha ha i'm logical/
he he he i'm tacticle/
bamboo thru your cuticles/
pop pop pop your criticle
terrorize your very soul/
mr deeni it's time 2 go!!

bouncedoggydog needs to shut up
you think this flow isn't what we made uo
you talk alot of shit
but I can back it up
you talk alot of shit
but then know never toughen up
I think you need to bounce
or be pounced
your a slow poke
with no flow
go back and get me my hoe

are u getting mad aggressor?
ur nothing but ma lesser,
i show u how its done,
ive juz begun,
Aggressor moves in silence,
i'll show u how its done wif violence

lol i got nothing else...not ma day 2day

You write 6 lines but total you have about 20 words/
Dissin him when your shit is whack i want the name of the little birds/
That wisperd in your ear and told you that shit would pass/
Your now shatterd and broken like i just dropped a glass/
You came out with 6 lines so ill two up you and hit eight/
Get frustrated thinkin then take it out when you masterbate/
It's ok next time think it out when you type/
Your stuff is like Williams but you won't get no Hype/

LISTEN UP COWBOY I'M BOUT TO SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS/
YOUR CLUELESS AND HAVE NO IDEA WUT YOUR DOIN/
YOU COULD RUIN THIS CIFE WIT RHYMES LIKE THAT/
GET ON TRACK, AND STOP SLACKIN OFF/
THIS AINT JACKIN OFF IT AINT THAT EASY/
YOUR NEW NAME SHOULD BE VELVEETA,
CUZ YOUR RHYMES ARE CHEESY/
YOU DISSAPOINT ME CUZ YOUR NAMED ONE AND ONLY/
I GUESS YOUR IN A CLASS OF YOUR OWN,
SO YOU MUST BE LONELY!!!!!

shut your whack ass up, thats probably the best thing you've ever wrote, i heard a girl SPIT better when she deep throat,
hit the caps lock no one wants to see you,
go back and live your life in GT3 on PS2,
thats the only place they'll ever call you a killer,
go back to watching old school B E T and copying thriller,
your the worst of the bunch,
your style is worst than Cap'n crunch,
i dont know if its the truth but the way you spit its a good hunch

ps2? all dat shits through/
now im gonna mess wif u/
u call urself Jay-Ron/
tell ya bitch to stay on/
lyk it wen she rides/
shes better dan ur other sides/
ur bitch does everything but denys/
ma liquid/and spits it/
but she seems addicted/

hey fresh prince, thats a pretty picture you got,
I think i've seen him before, but his name? I forgot,
it makes sense though, what with you being a faggot,
if a young boy walks up to you in a bar, you'll fuck it

i rule this joint get my point
ur all gay n sholud go away
kooldude is a twat so take that!!!!#
p.s i am the best

by the way, your all gay,
and now your all being put to shame,
im kicking ass in this lyrical game,
i wont give up 'till the end of the day

well well well what have u got to sell, ur ass hahaha
i am a funny guy
thank you very much

Thank you very much..For wasting my time/
This is a cypher put together some words that rhyme/
Why did you make a name and step into this vicinity/
Only to post a stupid joke then get humilated by me/
Im the one and only defeating these chumps in cypher/
If these were counted as wins id have more than QB SNYPER/

STOP COMPARIN YOURSELF TO OTHER MC'S/
PLEASE, GET ON YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN KNEES/
AND START DOIN WUT YOUR GOOD AT/
SUCKIN DICK AND SQUEEZIN ON THE SACK/
YOU'S A QUARTERBACK U LIKE DOIN IT FROM BEHIND/
YOUR IN THE CLOSET, BUT YOU THINK WE DON'T KNOW THAT YOUR GAY,
WUT ARE WE FUCKIN BLIND/
STOP TRYIN TO TAKE OTHER PEOPLES SHINE/
AND GET SOME OF YOUR OWN/
THE WAY YOU RAP YOU SHOULD BE DISOWNED!!!!!

you going on about people being gay/
dat aint da right way/
to go about these thingz/
i'll teach u a lesson/
i'll hit ya head in da ground/pressing/pushing/
slaming it in da concrete/den u'll be stressing/
and ure dad will be lyk dere dere son/

yo

Nas bein shit i dun give a fuck bout dat man //
fuck ur ass off n seal ya self inna soup can//
its real swell dat u postin n all //
by why be hard when ya dick equals so small //
i know this ryhme is lame but so are //
but hey, whats ur bitch ass gonna do //

that was lame i know

So let me get this shit straight
Ur gonna fuk him in the ass
and seal him. u aint straight?
When ur rhymes make sence
check ur last 2 lines, u cant form a sentence
I seen ur ass in church, askin for repentance
Nothin will save your scrawny ass now
just accept it , take it like a man and, bow down
bow down to me and get on ur knee's
Lets all put on a show, that these sick fuks wanna C

u a new ta rb punk spittin like u tru //
look man aint nobody connectin with u //
england is a shit hole were no would go it aint safe for us //
cause chadlad when he sees an ass is like M jackson "dangerous" //

by the way chadlad ur ryhmes are pretty basic man

Where did u get ur rhymes from?
A fairytale, nursery rhyme kids book
no one could care, give a shit or 2 fuks
about how England appears or looks
Your from hong kong, i put better in a bong
So sing ur shitty song, cus u always fukin wrong
Don't judge shit till u been there bitch
here's sum spray, go treat ur 7 year itch

look now,feast your eyes on the scientist//
ur gonna turn "black" by the swings of my fist//
ur my pre-med student...and i consider u diss-missed//
u can spit tight alright but only if I choke ur neck that tight//
dispit the fact that u bit...ur flow make me wanna fight//
I strike fright in nigaz hearts to make them turn white//
im done with u...now its time to say goodnight//

lol hahahahahahahaha

Hello Mr. scientist....here's an introduction to my fist/
Nice to beat ya, call me Bounce... the mad scien-twist/
I see the gat is high on your list, sounding like a zenophobist/
I'll grab your neck and give it a twist /
reach in your throat and pull out a cyst/
Gag you with my mic while I spray ya with piss/
so becarefull who you dis/
you dont wanna hear my hiss/
cuz my crew is murderous oh so wild and dangerous/
smack ya with a poision kiss/
send you to that dark abyss/
you can shoot but you will miss/
We take the form of Ganja mist/
pull the trigger... I insist/
I'm the reffer-cussionist/
The herb-al scien-twist/
Now your ass is on my list/
I bring eternal sleepy-ness/
Bleed ya down till ya life-less.. scientist don't fuck with this!

that was hilarious the way u keeped on using iss at the end of what seemed to be lyrics//
learn new vocab...heres an idea,hooked on phonics//
scien-twist, deeply hurt my "feelings"//(the 5 senses,sight,touch and shit..)
so i'll use ur body parts for my healing//
bouncedoggydog?u coulnt bounce to this flow even if i gave u a pogostick//
ima scientist...and I'll infect ur mouth with an uncurrable virus//
and I'll win the noble peace award for delivering this earth from your shitty spits//

YOU CALL URSELF A SCIENTIST,
BUT YOU CANT EVEN COME UP WIT A HYPOTHESIS/
YOU RUN YOUR LIPS WITOUT EVEN LOOKIN AT UR DATA/
TRY TO MEASURE THE SIZE OF THAT CRATER,
THAT I LEFT IN YOUR DOME FROM THE CHROME/
YOU BETTA LEAVE THIS EXPERIMENT ALONE,
CUZ UR STUPID U TRY TO FLOW WITOUT ANY FLUID/
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT,
TAKE DOWN SOME NOTES SO YOU DONT CONFUSE IT/
THAT I AM NOT AN ILLUSION/
AND I CAME TO START A REVOLUTION/
SO THERES YOUR ANSWER, WRITE IT DOWN FOR YOUR CONCLUSION!!!

ima scientist...comming to piss on ur back all the way to ur ass crack//
in the words i speak...I blast-back, for ur mouth to get bitch-slapped//
let me break down this so called conclusion//
I'll punch ur temples...till ur brain goes into concussion//
having u thinking im an illusion Like"the matrix has me"//
academicly speaking....ur body is chemicaly fading//
into sumthing...I like to call beef roasting//

scientist are u a homothug
do u suffer from uncomfortable silences from the gay shit u say
can u hol a convo witout stoppin 5 times to ponder about the homosexual comment u juss said
so u can stop emailin me sayin playin i really luv ya style (PAUSE)
ya flow is tight i was feelin it last nite (PAUSE)
so juss take this and all your potentially gay comments will be nullified wit one easy spray into ya mouth
- (PAUSE) -

props toooo playboy!!!!

what the hell i never sent u any emails

YEAH YEAH WE KNOW THIS DUDE WHO CALLS HIMSELF SCIENTIST,
WHO EXPERIMENTS ON OTHER NIGGAS DICKS/
CHECKIN IF THEY SPIT RIGHT/
WELL JUS CLOSE YOUR EYES, WHILE I GO IN BETWEEN MY THIGHS,
LET LOOSE AND TRY TO MAKE U REALIZE THAT YOUR HOMOSEXUAL/
U LIKE TO SWALLOW, CUZ U CANT SPIT/
YOU LIKE DUDES CUZ U CANT GET A BITCH/
YOU ANAL WARRIOR, FUCKIN BUTT PIRATE/
U LIKE TAKIN IT DOGGYSTYLE LIKE IF YOUR NAME WAS SNOOP DOGG/
YOUR ASS IS ALWAYS CLOGGED WIT SOME FOREIGN OBJECT/
YOU LIKE IT WHEN NIGGAS RUN UP IN YOUR POCKETS/
IF SOME CAT TRIED TO RAPE YOU,
U PROBABLY WONT BE YELLIN STOP IT!!!

Make dollars from rappin, u juz wishin //
ull spend rest ya dayz, poverty stricken //

Lookin down at ya dick sayin what is this//
ur pops heard n said "ill show ya how ta do dis, ur asshole? imma bruise this"//

Tis cool that u be n tryin//
but why try when ya b record is zip - 1//

no beef, just follow the cypher my man peace