u mofos couldnt rhyme if u was shakespears son//
do jeneric and I a favour and f*ucken swallow my gun//
better yet swallow ya pimps cum and get urself knocked up//
then go crying to your mom and admit you f*ucked up//

fuck this shit, new zealand? i guess your the lord of the ring
stickin ya finger in an asshole, for real thats just ya thing
you only wrote 4 lines dog, the thread said write six
maybe u couldnt think, mental block from suckin dicks
see even ya name implys that your fat with no style
u ate biggie smalls outta food, then u both staved for a while
u even caused that nigga to have thoghts thats suicidal
now i hope ya ready to die, cuz im feedin on your denial
sayin FUCK the rapper buddah, go back to smokin crack on new zealand isle

Fuck your shits weaker than your late nana//
u prolly from sum hicktown like alabama//
before you get a chance 2 ansa//
i'd have knocked u out with a rusty spanna//
Dis my fucken country? //
I find that hard pushed//
cos 1 thing I know for sure//
I aint sucking george bush//

Buddha,

This fat fuck lossess waight just from me slappin em/
thats why he came home and skinney and his mom aint understand wat was happenning/
I'll beat Up and take Ur lunch money like Im crazy/
I'll have Ur mom trying to fight U off me like Ur school lunch lady/
Special Fx in Ur sig aint shit just cuz U are/
looking like a fly that died while swimmin under a sonar/

lookin at ya verse, looks like a Hennesy spoof/
can't make a name for yaself, 'cause you 'eyedentdy Proof'/
I said it to you, 'cause you'll be the last to believe it/
took ya months to get a win, you think 'at last an achievement!'/
must peak another language, 'cause this boy challenged with rhyming/
need to refine your lining, 'cause ya punches defined no timing/

De is taking this seriouce, like when heard he first had aids/
U aint double edge, U a broken soldier wit a rusty blade/
Dreaming of getting wins wit Mary J/
My punchlines'll abuse and beat U, Like white people wit slaves/
battle and slaughtering Ur army wit swiftness/
then be ur mom to death for being a murder witness/
fuck fitness, I attack wit lyrical sickness/
thats worst than finding out ur parents made U back when Ur mom was Ur fathers misstress/

EyeDentdy man you need to check yo self/
Tryin to diss Buddha b4, hoping to up your wealth/
Beating him up for lunch money thats kinda funny/
Prooves your still in school
getting rides from your mummy/
Talking about flies dying under sonars/
When you step to an open mic mc's are like "oh hell nah"/
Reping that thugs love you and bieng gansta approved/
When i seen you sucking dick at wallmart
for a fukn discount on your shoes.

nothin unique, you Jeneric as a spread of noobs/
they only rhyme with one line, n still be ahead of you/
BJ's get you dirty, the way you headin foo'/
makin an ill punch, you better off goin to the homeless n sellin food/
you was held back a grade, so you could come back n say/
"I gots more learning" 'cause now you finnaly packin weight/
but don't make tha mistake, thinkin it was a compliment/
after gettin teased in school, you had no friends but condiments/

Dude thinks he's dope
Last week DoubleEdge rolled his own pubes
And died from a toke/
DoubleEdge thinks he has two sides
but when he spits he's always in two minds/
Dissing me but really thinking Damm this dude is d-vine/
This one was simply just to add to my posts
you call me a noob while you singing it in high notes/
If this were a battle id still win hands down no votes.

hi dude, yeh ya rhyme scheme's generic/
I look down on you like you a schizophrenic/
You ain't a challenge for me, you second bottom/
I could clap you from England Nottingham standard/
If you had any sort of creativety i'd hand it to you/
But you less creative and productive than Mr Magoo/
I say it again, "Who the fuck are you!" on the bottom of my shoe/
You ain't an never will be anythin to me, but number two/

Ayo, Ayo, Ayo Check It...

I'll CUT-This-Kid Down-To-Size With Fluent-Riddles...
And Fuck-Terminex,-With My Crown-You'd-Rise About As High As STUART-LITTLE//1

I Leave-His-Record More Then Just Down-For-The-Count...
Cuz When I'm BOXEENG-It's-Best-Your Now Around,
I Throw More Then A 1-2 When I'm PACKING You Down-To-The-Ground//2

1:(His Avy Is STUART From Family Guy...But I Made Him Little And Said Terminex Cuz They Kill Mice And Stuart LITTLE Is The Little Mouse)
2:(His Record Is 1-2, ONE TWO PUNCH!, But Im BOXING Like Rapping A Box...And There Are 6 Sides To A Box Not 1 Or 2!!!And Down To The GROUND...GROUND SHIPPING!!! Dayum)

Lolmao...
Aiight I'm Board...
~One~

EDIT:Explanations

ayo ayo ayo, was sup G
ya rhymes so un-dope u had to explain it to me
i think ya heads cracky ill cook u with baking soda
cuz ya prolly get beat- rhymin backwards with yoda
think you really really shit i do, whats new
this thread was made for dissin faggets just like u
atticus, u shoulda never come out cha attic
your a crack addic, bout to get bust with the semi mattic
but nah, i think dog uve really had enough
this niggas in a panic cuz he knows he aint that tough

wtf was that? talkin of wack..
will edit a verse in in a min..
pz.

Lolmao...
Itsawl Good, Let Him Play Like That...
I Dont Need His Acceptance To Know Where Im At...
Thanks For Backin Me Though...
~One~

Wow man, your style and verse's are cool/
I wish I had that talent, maybe i'll drool/
Fuck that, thats the weakest shit I've ever seen/
To step to me you gon need a magic growin bean/
I have no need like you to explain some weak ass punches/
My style's got all the people in here feedin me like lunches/
You wanna talk about my record? where the fuck is yours?/
At least I can battle, and not jus hide behind closed doors/
To me you are less than nothin, smaller than a decimal/
So I'll lay it out simple, jus incase you're sceptical/
You ain't nothin, your structure jus proves that/
I'm spittin jus to let you know, you got clapped the fuck back/