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Yo if they had the best at bein bad u still lack-it
Tryin to be on my level u in da bassment im in da Attic |
yo u az soft as custerd plus u been butterd.....
n ma ego da size of da gut on Ruben Stuttard.... u gay-b u flow like a wanna be Jay-z n plus u betray me... You funny u spit mental fluids and dats da only way u flow2crazy.... coward, u be in dissin da person above u like 24 hours.... ya strenght aint likin u so mabby u sould Divorce ya powers... im crazii sick i kno most people neva beleivin in dis...... but ma punches will hafta give u seisures n shit..... dont want dat now so sit bak down,or change how u act now.... keep talkin like dis u gon choke from da smoke cuz i'll clap rounds.... ya whole flow is shit, da whole kno show is kiddy, u play all giddy.... untill i leave gaps in u like in between pamala andersons titys..... bak 2 attack now erybody scared of me..... cuz every punch hurts u like dey come in Pairs of 3.....iight ~1~ jus a lil suntin suntin jus typed it up like 5-6 minutes ~1~ lolz |
Herez how itz Thrown down look Flow2Crazy check me out yo check me out yo look
MY Skillz Unbealiveble like a Million Billz Give u the Chillz and u got whack action Fillz Like this shit i spit,Will click,ya quick i knew dis kid nick,1 of my personalz left him sikk now wat kind of fool whould use a gun as a Tool 2 Stickz From pool,and 1 ruler and u still can't rule u drul from the ill shit and how crazy quick i am Best Beleave that Fam Throw a punch at ya body and stop ya Sweat Glandz |
Wow u really think ur tight... damn nikka ur mind really aint right~
U really think u quick... minute men are always behind aint that sikk~ NOw just get off my dick... boy evry1 knows im the numba1 draft pic~ Im not good enough for ur crew... though id chop u up like u was goin in my stew~ I drool yea u know it... heres my dick why dont u just blow it~ When u rhyme u just spit... when i flow i make people quit~ Just so I dont ignore Rated r Boy i think u dropped ur dunce cap... thats poetry nigga that aint rap~ Lyrical injekshuns in no more... they fell down and missed the floor~ U stole my style wat were u thinkin... try 2 elevate n u still sinkin~ Diss me if u want to cuz it dont hurt... motha fucka just stop wearin a skirt~ |
look right herre Fagg check it
Now try haveing Skillz hard for a fuckin Sissy What the fuck was that meaning accually try to Diss-ME So ur a Real bitch that needs some Better Timeing No Real Skillz at All need some help on Rhymeing Well neva say u a Str8 thug Try usin a Gat-B Next Time using a Punch pick it up and Try throwing it At-Me |
Want a punch i got 1 or 2... but y would i waste em on an herb like u~
Wats this bullshit bout timeing... ur 50 years behind u need some priming~ U want me to use a gat come 2 my block... cuz ill blast and make ur world rock~ Rappin aint all sticks and stones... only thing left after my battles is niggas bones~ Ripped and merked is how they leave... only battle 2 make em believe~ Now u wonderin how im so tight... well its in my blood to excite~ |
You suck... I could end it here, but that against the rules//
I shouldn't even be in this thread... I just embarass you fools// Especially you... Flow sucks dicks to clear his losses// I would say you were a gay rapper... But I can't even call it// Simplistic rhyme scheme... And you can't even do that right// It's no wonder you lack substance... It's no wonder you bite// |
Figure iam sicker,
Lyrically Quicker in Everyway Look how this wigger, States his Gay Every Word, you Say, Just Enhances yah Natural in da closet way No battle Record, Prob cause every Vote you Get was swayed Now imm'a Get dissed by some Chump Beneth trying to make a name Go ahead say what yah will, But Try not To make it to lame.. !!!! |
Try to make a name fo maself...............that shit is wack/
Quicker.......no way you must of bin smokin that crack/ Yo write a ryme for weeks I get it right off tha bat/ Yo more like lyrically challanged.......fink i smell a rat/ Now here some bitch tryin to dis me for bein new/ I could think a ryme fo' yah in a second.....dun be such a fool/ |
im mostly Suprised not dispesd how bitches get high
Then they lie that the're bitch ass aint a Guy if i was mistakein for all da shit i've been breakin im not takein but the whack shakleS juss Awakin seen my rhymez got stuned a Million times u wanna be hot ill take a couple bars off da grill den u have hot lines |
I Own Faggets, Sellin Them, All Of They Heads Got Price Labels,
You Runnin' Blocks??...More Like In Circles Like Ya Avy's Turntables/ BTW..That Was To The Duke Wit The Turntable's Avy..lol |
You need ta find a new skeem cause this one ain't workin.I heard you like ta use ya West Palm ta do late night jurkin.Worthless, I don't really have to say too much bout dis cat,look at his rap,and you wonder why you gotta use skeems ta get scratch.You broke as fuck,even ya quote sucks ass.You don't blow on dim green leaves,you be smokin dat dirt grass.Got guns wit no flash,you a cap gun nigga.I'ma street fighter,but I don't come from Capcom nigga.I leave yo cap gon nigga.................shit why try,you so wack don't nobody won't you,tha grim reaper won't even come get you when you die.
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Its like im mowing the grass the way I'm dropping down blades.
and people do say "Hell Yeah!", once someone asks if your gay. Your rhymes defy the universe, because your wackness infinate. ...........and you recycle more text, than that angry smiley image. I'm popping this kid, like bladder control pills he's pissing me off. Guess its time for another personal, ok, WHO THE FUCK NAMES HIMSELF SMOK?! |
Smok
i got a hot 1 to hand out to u nigga U chouldint Connect a Punch comein out a Trigga Pull it quick talk some shit u aint sikk like me Ask if im hard i Pull out a Fist the hole Club Flea chea im the Greatest Pullin it off tryin not to Cough Like A Women wit a Dick man u stay Soft |
^look at this herb man, so now only the best will diss...
and theres no truth when u call yaself complex illness! take the wind right outta ya....les say i depleat sails... beat snails, leave ya fuckin mind stuck like beached whales please bail.... cuz u got nothin for the illness i drop... its just my lyrics.....wit a little bit'a realness on top. |
Depleat sails?... Do you realize the word's out of context?//
Stupid ass... You and your lyrics haven't even formed bond yet// I'm prefectly combined with mine... You simply suck and it's a fact// I advise you kill... whatever faggots told you that you could rap// Beat snails?... Can you pklease tell me what you're trying to say?// Oh, I'm sorry... That must have been your weak attempt at wordplay/// |
GFX are you paraplegic? Cause where's your punches?//I barely see a combo, like fat camp kids looking 4 McDonalds on freeways hailing buses//Don't front for me, if you're saying you're down to ride// Then show up at my crib with your crew like Queer Eye's FAB 5// Put 3 dots on face like bowling balls or the like the ones in your rhymes// Beef with you is like Huey against the swine, (you'll be) Black and Blue// Anyone after this don't bother cause the only essays (ese's) you spit busted in your mouth in a 64 impala
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Damn... You suck. And I'm serious now. You DO suck.
No structure... Not even a rhyme to say you had a scheme// Plus you had no punches... yet you wanna diss me// Next time you type up a diss... Try to make sense of it// You could call your friends to read ya flow... And they wouldn't be feeling it// Your are one of biggest disgraces... to your avatar// What faggot raps in a suit?*... Stop trying to play hard/// *Pinstriped suits. |
A major in screutiny, i speak 'thug' fluently//
I'm wearin' my armor, got my "Bitch~nigga~Immunity"// Impunity ya gained spot~light b4 it faded// What type of bitch writes a rhyme and then explains it?// Sick of seein' GFX raise his own hype// Choke up blood, cause i smothered'em wit' baby whipes// Flowin' like a fresh brook runnin' through a valley// My animality, beat ya like ya name was sally// Only seventeen, and got 'em speakin' high like he's a singer// How i write rhymes so nice?.. I typed it wit' my middle finger// |
Hmmm. So you plan to diss me... With only one punch//
I checked almost every post in this thread... And yours was the worst of the bunch// I'm looking at you now... like damn, what the fuck is this kid using?// Beating me is like trying to get money... From Whitney Houston// Your sig needs work... I never seen a wacker quote in my life// You bragging in a diss thread...I don't think you read the title right// Leave... Don't even respond if I tell you to on my own// You just locked down... Like you trespassing in my home// |
Call me ur highness cuz im the king of this site...
All these other pussies wanna battle me so they go n prewrite... Wat kinda name r u using cuz ive seen better on a cereal box... When u battle its like ur in water and tied 2 a sack of rocks... Ur punches lack heat like a vegetarian lacks meat... Ur flows obsolete cuz all u do is try 2 sound street... |
Oh god... I lose. Pffft.
Listen chump... I'm gonna tell you once to shut your fucking face// You came as a dinosaur... You lack the thought process of the human race// You suck... So does your sig, but that really doesn't matter to me// You don't wish to be me... You think I'm somebody that you HAVE to be// Go the Nelly route bitch... Go purchase some talent wholesale// Oh, wait even he's better than you... Oh well// |
God yous a
Fucking Xample im the whole beat you only a sample easy to handle broke down and dismantled see how bitch you is on the inside you always below me like im rhymin on inclines |
GFX...wat r u thinkin man
I wish i could think of original shit like u... All this pretendin 2 b hard is easy to see-thru... Let me guess ur next lines gonna b about micheal jackson... Well if u wanna b hot make ur own punch dont go jack one... I suck... nigga take the dick outta ur mouth if ur gonna say that... Ur horrible u get walked on more than a fuckin doormat... Ur more annoying than a bitch who wont stop talking... Shut ur mouth or ill leave u on the ground so people start gawking... Only thing ur gonna do when u hit me wit a punch... Is make me laugh and gimme sumtin to talk about at lunch... When im hungry i listen to snickers and i dont wait... Hold on lemme count all the fuckin emcees i just ate... Ur just another statistic waitin to be added... To all the other mother fuckers whos rooms are padded... So lets all take a look at ur wierd ass sig... Its just like ur dick... not very big... This was over before it all began... This boys white underneath hes just got a dark tan... |
Alright, now im about to step to the mic...
ill bring violence an knife... an cut ur lights tonight... now u bout to get smacked, jacked an cracked... wit stab wounds to the bak cos ur rhymes are WACK... so take a seat, u cant compete with the heat... cos im from the LA streets... ima make u shut the fuck up... cut u up the butt an make u look like a fat ugly slut... WAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
iight now lets go back a verse
all deez niggas and hands down dat was da worst cphers aint 4, you neither is RV u should quit, yo shit wack, i had 2 say it im sorry you act like dem bitches i'm maury confused, lost and helpess nigga tryin 2 rap dis nigga... can be all 50 states and still yo rap won't appear on tha map iight dats all me... somebody dis me now |
Mr.Washington
I Shine like a star and i dont give a fuck who you are Ill Burn ya Skillz into Tar,If we had a Skill match im winnin by far Now im not suppose to crack on people but this Kidz the Worst He Spit the Shit dogg Mr.Wasingtop Missed his hole Verse |
ill whip his ass
and in spittin ill roast um whats that a gay dateline that picture you posting still wishing you hoping you could actual see me but the streets like jail and the only thing you running is p.c :laugh2: i aint wanna flip on this nigga but i got a complex illness im real real sick of this nigga |
Now dude be for Real this cat aint jokein
His rhymez are wack and more writein like a book by J.R Token now I like Vocab dis dude got his from his Nefew I Tightin a rope around ya neck and u gotta be Best-Blue man i will neva flip on bitch when i aint serious na mein 1 |
yo how dare this coward insult me on vacob
especially when his is so bad he can only hope he a problem he jumped on my dick like hos around and i he the open condom |
i don't gotta diss ya ,ya lines already diss themselves,
ya corny kiddy lines stick out like deformed ugly elves, making lines that don't make sence is your big issue, so stupid you bragg ta ya boys when ya ma kisses you, kids gettin mad cause he's gettin dissed on his vocab, n rymes bad?so i think my next line should send ya ta rehab, ya predictability is relevent,ya concept is like ya life its "sellibet" ya a wack minority,ya infinately mocked n ridiculed like a deliget, |
dee - ve - ate
dissin you is an easy-gate to a cypher, its like I'm playin da pied piper, son, I'm gonna lead u to the river, Raps like he's on so much pills he's got no liver, Well lets get this straight, im a taker and he's a giver, he gives week lines and i take em to the gutter, wanna beef wi me, ill take ur dick to a window shutter, have it locked so that ur own fidelity is ridiculed, cant stick to no fucker cus its iddy biddy miniscule! Enough talk about dicks, half you fuckers'l be erect, none o'u can rap, not only DV8, ya got no intellect, Hey, I'll give you 10seconds to disconect, You fuckers think ur poets cus u rap on the internet, Seems to me, half of you couldnt keep a beet, Far too "country" to ever be street! So, go back to ya mommyss and daddys and give em a kiss from me, Tell em, I said "this one is for free" |
Hmmm. Pink lettering... Damn I hope you're a chick//
Really believing you're nice... How much more gay can you get?// From now on you're a femcee... I don't care if you'tre a girl or a guy// You can only get so far... When half of your words didn't rhyme// What type of lyricist will kill a bar... When your still spiting it out// You're so illiterate... You had to sound the last lyricist out// What an idiot... Look at your two records and say you have intellect// When the one in your sig say one win... And that shit ain't even correct.// |
Yo, all i need is one~hit, one~wave to wreck nigga's cyphers//
Fuck full grown, i'm full~prone, stole candy, ... and GFX wet diapers// Son i was born country, and its a def. you couldn't handle it// Ya on the road to success, protest against me, i'll make you abandon it// Can't stand this shit, mess and i'll leave ya boy scramblin'// Make it so every~time you look, ya shit hit the fan again// Decreasin' the hatin' and debatin', as my rhymes increase penetration// Not elevatin', so i lit him up a few times, now he's levitatin'// |
now dissin THUMPER
yo rhymes was weak, soft like a wet rose petal bitch got his name from a game playin da old twisted metal remember thumper? his car was purple nigga i'll hurt, yo momma need 2 re-birth u cuz ya rhymes aint neva alive it already seen da light ( died ) you know they told ya a lie if they said ya rhymes is tight quit now and make u a alias maybe u should name him mr grimm ( twisted metal star ) cuz ya punches jus swing and miss ya need 2 die jus like him ( mr. grimm ) yea b4 da next person dissme tell me if it was ok... |
No. No it wasn't. Don't structure your flow like that:
Rhyme Line Rhyme Line... Go like this: Line Rhyme Line Rhyme If you have to, seperate it with some symbol or something. For example: Hyphens, Periods, Slashes, etc. Basically, do it how we do it. Try to make sure your lines end near the same place. Now on to the verse... So you dissing another... Because of his character base's car color// But you wearing purple yourself... Plus you're an ugly motherfucker// Your style is garbage... Notice I still haven't mentioned your skill// Which doesn't exist... You'll enter a battle with a baby and get killed// Don't even come in this thread... You get shitted on with ease// You came here trying to look tough... We look at you like "Nigga Please!"// That shit was garbage. Rip me for that one. |
Wats next?
this nigga named GFX thinks hes da best... But he beta invest ina vest, to protect his head an chest... so ur gona get popped, an dropped... an im gona be up da top... an my glock wil hav u runnin up da block... so guess WAT? u got SHOT... FAGGOT!!!!!!!!!! |
What a dick.
Oh my fucking god... How can I contend?!// Even if I tried my best... This faggot's gonna take the win!// Obviously he's better than me.. since he can't spell correct!// Plus his structure's garbage... he definately deserves my respect!// Goodness gracious! Four posts!... How am I gonna beat the best?!// Plus he's using played lines!... I'll bet ain't nobody even seen them yet!// [/sarcasm] |
^lmao^ nice new style of writin yo ... but now i gotta rip ya
~how u gonna get on him~ when u still a newb yourself~ ~how u gonna get a win~when u know losses and nothin else~ ~GFX u only got 46 post and u gettin on your family~ ( newbies) ~ ya legs must be broken cuz yo rhymes can't even stand me~ ~ 708 has spoken.. ya bitin and cheatinscreamin BAN ME ~ ~rhymes likes Stan Lee, silly lines strait out a "COMICS" book~ ( comic as in comedian) ~ u couldn't learn how 2 rhyme if u copped a hooked on phonics book~ |
look at the sook fat b rab above me //he love attken out movie's ///the funnie thing about his pic is that he'swangster it moves me// but naw fuck those lines his ryhms is like a gonnd night story //they bore me// leave this nigga in glory// for bein ripped the wosrt and gory //
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