Kid, My Punchlines Too Hype, So Prepare For Me To Just Destroy Your Rep/
Hold Up A Sec *Puff Puff*I'm Hazardous To Voice Like Ciggaretts/
Throw Up Your Best Bets, Cause This Kids Style Like Constipation..He Ain't Shit/ Hell..You With An Album? I Wouldn't Check Hoop's Single If I Was Into Online Relationships/ I'm Rocking The Kicks, While You Got Punchlines And Structure That You Lacking/
But Hoops Ain't Touching Quickwith's Punches Like Non-Violent Combatants/ Still Into Rappin? You Might As Well Quit, Cause You Can't Clash With Me/ Cause When Seeing Quickwith I Make people Watch Out Like Balconies/

the only thing u quick with is hittin an unstable paragragh/
ur shit was so bad it almost made me laugh/
yet whatever u said could never effect anybody/
u spit as if u were mr peebody/
i can hit u quik and u can hit up a different party/
rb is for people that spit straight and not dotty/
i will say that people do out of balconies watch u the most/
ure the joke of rb and it's only ure first post/
so who is this person who i destroyed easily/
i don't know why don't u tell me/
cause he sees through his ass and not through his eyes/
quick with a quick out and quickly u'll see/
this shit is a goodbye from rb and me/


no hate

White Gold shouldve known the rules about karma'/
High School is the last time u was inrolled with drama'/
So Imma bomb ya wit lines that'll take ur mind over middle east'/
Dawg u wouldnt have me on lock if u was the cheif of police'/
I fiest on this vet n Im only a fukin newbie'/
Wanted 2 kiss so I could lend him venomous saliva 4 his loogey '(spit)/
Verse resembles a prision in a open field no strong bars'/
Tears ya apart how I slowly infect this board n spread like sars'/
May aswell jump in 2 cars either way its a head on collizion'/
Thought I saw u on a milk carton the way ur always missing'/

2 quick 2 think,2 quick 2 blink when your bf blows loads up your cheeks.
Exploding like dantes peak. Get a rag out of the sink cause your gonna stink.
Now think, quick with what? your acting like something that your not.
Your not hot on the rhymes. I think its time you find another..... hobbie
To ban you RB i would sign a lobbie. Cause your a lyrical lob-ster.
And your major problem is crabs. Ask all your fags....
Not if they like to get drilled bad. But how many partners they have had

wtf were you thinkin??, not one bar of yours made sense/
your lines are whats stinkin, if i had the strength id impale you to a fence/
that shit was mad wack, and like a dumb cat, you cant land on ya feet/
my shits like a climatical movie, the way you on the edge of ya seat/
you coudltn spit hot if i branded ya toungue, then erased all the fuckin digits except numba one!/
that line allone left bullet holes in ya verse/
.50 bullets from my desert leaves ya face reversed/

You can't even survive one hour in a desert, hoops
After you find that no shrubs produce fruit loops

Newbie who gots fives posts but still no battle
Cuz you spend you're time finding something to tattle

Don't need to battle cuz fighting makes ur bones rattle
And you're only wish is to die in bed like a cattle

You getting slaughtered by a soldia really born in the desert
Don't need to think how cause damage cuz anything gets u hurt

nigga i dont kno but 2 me ya flow needs to be worked-on
cause ya face looks like a tolit, guess what nigga u jus got shitted-on

homie im not even worryed about what u spitten
if this was a freestyle i'll shoot my thoughts at u like it was paper as if my lines is written

meta-4 and lyrically concepts is what ya weak ryhmes lack
and wit a 12 gauge i'll leave u like a turtle nuttin but a shell in ya back

blaq-ink look like someone should of ran after u wit whiteout/
keep spittin wack ima knock your lightsout/

rappin like u cappin, only gauge u seen is on your dash board/
that keeps readin E, ease-up lil homie, u phoney snatch your voice cord/

just cuz i'm bored, have u keying in sign/
you blind panamine, ima take it and shyne/

Nigga The Why Dropin Ya Lines Looks Like U Shook And Ya Heart Is Pumpin Fear
Fuck Ripping U, I'll Swallow Ya Dream And Spit Back A Fuckin Night-mare

So I Suggest U Tigthen Up Like A G-srting On The Ass Of A Stripper
Cause The Why U Spitten U More Loose Than A Flip-flop Slippers

If U Want Dog Heres A Fact,itz Simple That Im Hot And U Not
Even If I Was Burried In A Cemitary Grave Nigga I'll Would Still Be On Top

look at that... turn my back for a second.. and when i come back/
some wack fuck has dropped a wack verse covered with caps/
bad for the eyes so yo i didnt bother finishing its take too much time/
a rap of last word kind but the thing is the last words dont rhyme/
blaq is prob white, on sight, id say he the wrong type to rap tight/
some ass-wipe that thinks he rocks... but the kid cant write/
this bitch has yet to drop a verse that i think-could-get/
mic priveliges... let alone could be posted on the internet/
this bitch probably never seen a mic... the kind of mc i hate/
specialises in keys and "ink".. no match for my shure 58/
I stickit great... hit a flash to em... fast and hard punches/
I dont get songs off the net get up and rap to em.. like u fags doin/
record my dope albums... muli talent... rap and then sing the back to em/
while you back the track screwin... dont specialise in keystyles, freestyles/
are the way to go, rake the hoes.... i dont want to be gangsta... i stay true... love my roots/
not the same goes for you.. but stay home and you wont have a clue/
in the real world... with real opponents real shows and real bros that keep you on your feet when your game blows/
who you callin nigga... you dont know the guy... that was rhetorical cos ya defense'd'be wack/
im just compelled at the fact that this dumbass dont know blacks take offense at that/
now im white, but i have friends of that nature that dont mind if say i call em nigga when i ask sumthin/
but if some dick thinks hes king shit for listening to 50 "what up my nigga" theyd bash the fuckwit/
now i know you probably didnt know... trying to make an impression.. show us the way you hang/
i dont know why, bro, but it seems to me you wont win us all over by talkin in slang/
whats goin through ya head... why replace 'S' with 'Z' ... what lead you to believe/
seein caps in what we read, and changin letters would deterr the way youre percieved/

fuck im trailing off a lot..lol...

peace

yo blaque shudnt be posted on the internet
look i cant even beleive that you said that shit
i bet you thought that as a tight rap
but guess wot ya wrong that was wack
and ya no where as good as blaque
yeah maybe he didnt wright as much u
but guess wot that rapper shud be teachin u
well one-man-band i gotta give ya a hand
for makin the crappest rap ever
i dont wanna hear it again NEVER!

what you dissin the others for/there no worse then you ...no wait your a lil' more/don't make me have to get all bad on you/when are you gonna get a clue/no one wants your 2 cents/man you post again it's gonna get pretty intense/you remind me of a lil gurl/see a new game and give it a whirl/this isn't your type of game and we don't play nice with lil boys/they scream to load and make to much nosie/so get off this site/because the big dogs do bite/

ha ha ha see you learnt somthin today

check it

Yo niggas usualy sleep on me cause dey dont kno my talents....
its like All ma punches connected da way u lost ur balance....
KKBUG u ass u shud put ya whole rappin career 2 sleep...
Kuz da way i murda u ya body gonna be left 6 feet deep....
But u can keep tryna rap mabby 1 day u can actualy be good...
Uh SIKE! But if i challenged u ud run away like a pussy Would.....
If we was bout 2 be cool i kno u would say sumthin Dumb...
ur nickname is 'engine' cuz da front of ma car is da only hood u comin from.....
as for u down there i got u thinkin 'if i dis him it will come bak ta me....
as for da next nigga dat posts afta Spiky i gotta say u da next Wack Emcee.. ~1~

You say you're a magician but your in at number 7/
So there's either 6 better than u or got sent to heaven/
Ya style is as weak as melted plastic and i'm jus beein drastic/
The measures taken are placid, so u be comin out like a spastic/
My goal is to unfold the lies, you bold to say the shit cos it's old/
I've heard all your punchlines before from Barney, or so I'm told/
They like him, they pre-historic an thats jus bein metaphoric/
So I be sure make sure you die after all ya verses like Kenny Micormic/
I'm from south of the park where the alleys are dark waitin for shit to spark/
So bring it on bitches cos i'm ready to finish any fuckin thing you start/

i'll riddle you this, so why don't you riddle me that
i'm sick of seeing your shit and hearing your crap
your words are verbal distortion in an unhealthy portion
lyrical contortion, only way you could win is through extortion
are you still here! thought you would have disappeared
thought i was austere, but obviously not too severe
i'm gonna have to flash my piece like a bronx cashier