your like a pencil and i'm a frustrated cartoonist, i'm snappin~you/
with wack shit like that its not hard to tell, skills whats lackin~in~u/
your styles like loose pussy cuz i aint even feelin you/
if i had a gun to ya head u wouldnt have a clue ya deaths soon/
remove ya face n replace it wit ya ass, trust me im helpin~u/
just quit rappin cuz it aint workin,listen to what everyones been tellin~you/

Silence is golden, and you're not listenin to the sayin,
now your on your knees prayin, hopin that i aint gonna commit a slayin,
dawg i aint playin, i could either have words or shells sprayin,
hittin the side of your cranium, my versus are titanium,
cant fuck wit em, so why are you tryin to explore untouched ground,
now some of your body parts are in the lost and found,
how unorthodox does that sound, i'm a fuckin clown,
how you gonna try to come onto my field from out of bounds!!!!

yo watch my squad applaud at cha rappin/ oncore nigga when its da gun clappin/ lets start da funds stackin/ so empty ur pockets before i start snatchin/ whats rightfully mine/ i hustle play streets games and live in da grime/ while u livein behind/ ur moms dukes thoughts and ur daddy's old nine/ till u what u can hold mine/ but ur better off suckin dick just to blow minds/ so learn why you got bullshit/matter afact ill hand u a nine wit a full clip/ but i dont think ur can pull shit/ bitchmade to this game i beleive u afriad
u might lose it/ dont confuse this/ wit lil git words that u fued wit/cuz ive poped nough guns nigga i am da new risk......next

i don't mean to offend but i didn't catch a damn word ya said/
maybe u mixed up the order they was supposed to be read/
i think i caught ya sayin that u a fuckin risk/
nah bitch u just wasted space on rb's server disk/
says u frum Miami...u speaka da english/
in case ya hadn't notice this board ain't fo rappin in spanish/
so bye bye ta mr. 80
u just bin upstaged by 1

dik81 u aint shit to me son/ go and snort slugs if u dieing to feel numb/ so check me homie/ u really dont know me/but i got ur moms beggin to blow me/ and prayin ta god for science to clone me/ but ill take shots at ur dome and still see freedom like coby/u can grab guns but u fony/ so matter afact us da type to grab nines and blow heaters/ im da type to grab mics and thorw speakers.........

You call yourself an m-80, well i'm a blockbuster, quick to cut ya,
wit sharp lines that define what it is to rhyme,
got so many punchlines runnin through my mind,
dont no where to start, what to hit you with to rip you apart,
your sweet like a strawberry pop tart, if you was smart-
you'd try another hobbie, because there's no room for bein sloppy,
your flow is cocky(shit), after this battle you'll be callin me papi!!!!

n i though m-80 was bad...shit u just plain sad
let me re-define ya rhyme wit a little heat by design
ya supposed to have punchlines runnin through ya mind....
too bad none of em made it into ya lines
where ta start ...to rip you apart...strawberry pop tart?!
damn...i'm suprised u didn't follow up wit words like cart and fart
n forget the (brackets) nobody thinks simpler than u
i'm readin ya thoughts right now...u thinkin...we'll fuck u too

Fuck big words cuz a nigga like me aint got no education,
but i will be quick to give you a demonstration,
of wut it is to give feens true jubilation, from the cane and,
x, turnin blocks into sets, sets into g's, bringin in da cheese,
while you was still postin on RB, i'll fuckin scope you like lee harvey,
oswald spreadin blood all ova ya walls, and through your draws,
jus for no cause, you a computer thug,
jus leave your address in your next post and i'll come show you some love!!!

your flows are off and on like a hose being bent/
when u battle me its world war, left dead n a trench/
ya wackness is magic, losses comin from no where askin who-deeni?/(harry houdini)
ya shits forced like house wifes condenmed to cleaning/
game continues on like a high-way, but im bringin a dead-end/
your just like split-ends, ur cut out like failed new-trends/

your ugly ass pathetic, tupac wanabe, dont u get it
the only thing u need is a hookup with a medic
look at your posts-0-3, youv dropped nothin but bad lines
your from where u are, dissed 204 times
im a kill u, droppin bombs better than air pilots
till ur verse is dead, your dread in the....Silenz...

Juno...but not a sight for sore eyes...ya done lost connection...
Maybe you can find it amongst other lost things...like ya erection.
Ya come softer than a box of Puffs, that's extra fuckin quilted...
So I'm a have ya leave heartbroken, like ya just been fuckin jilted.
6-9 must be the record ya aspiring ta have up in here...weak...
With a 1-2 start ya on ya way, so keep on losing, geek.

imma use that same spear u got in ur avy/
u got from tha Navy, then shove it in ur AC/
then maybe...u can actually say ur cold like a spaghetti-strapped lady/
then face me frozen, n hope that u can wake up from bein hazy/
long enough to try to faze me, but hey G/
i've was born to kill while u was still a BABY!/

angelica soundz like sum bitch name, and it's strict lame
please i'll only pull out of this when i rip this dicks bangs
seriously i dun't know what you are, so fuck these bars
take that literally cuz visually i can see your not street hard
middle weight cheap skate, your better off robbin a blindman
then takin anything from me this cypher and i don't lie fag

i read ur profile homie/ this fag registered 11-12 of 03/
u cant be from da underworld or even close B/
cuz if u was in hell then u'd be scaried to know me/
da truth is out something da devil told me/
"this niggas a bitch, gay, and was created fony"/
talking u got skills then besta show me/
cuz this is his 2nd post and his bound to lose/
matter afact ill email this post to NOABUSE/
u look afraid so watch da words u chose/
cuz ur words can spark bombs nigga and im da fues/
this niggas a pussy eater wit mad lives ta chose/
so im sure u got about nine lives ta lose/
or were those mad lies of u/ talkin about guns u blew/
suckin off da muzzle and nines u screw/
cuz guns is about sex in ur case/
so fuck off and letem bust in ur face......

NEXT

yo home, u need some srs uppin
u shit like da chick i woz fucking
i roll down da street
laced wif weed
to shoot ur face off
u aint not g
u dissing da other cat coz he seems to be new
but look at you, u a newb
so stop dissing ur own kind
coming against me, fuck ur screwed
wen it comes to hip hop
ur a fukn loser
out of da worst rappers contest
da judge wud choose ya
man i aint evn got to try to make ur ass cry
coz i think i cud evn despise you
coming against me??
my skills suprise you

holy shit i seen you before, tupac lover aka bitch at the door
i'll kick in this nigga like big you'll think this was rigged like eyore
this a cypha forum fuck bein wise and you can forget about lice
even though youve had it for so long they gave you scratching rights
i'm crapping on rhymes, so you can say i'm on my shit
you being a fresh emcee but take one sniff and you'll vomit
think i neve rocked it, ask the rocknroll superstars
like the beatles i'll crush you down to size look up and watch me prove the part

i got my name on nuff links, my rhymes like chain letters/
u'll get sprayed on ur bed and get left da bed wetter/
u a rat nigga dat keeps snitchin for dat street chedda/
get at me dawg once ur texts gotten atleast clever/
till then im da heavy wieght champ,and u's da light feather/
and if u swear u'll eva get betta/
ill pop my berretta, and have u leaning towards neva/
u's probably a town boy, street named...gay-heather/
rockin a teck wit a V-neck flame-sweater/
u should keep ya vest on, even in scortchin rain-weather/
have bullets flooding ur main-sector/
till a drop hits u bulls-eye on ur frames-center/

NEXT

yo watch my squad applaud at cha rappin/ oncore nigga when its da gun clappin.............go and snort slugs if u dieing to feel numb!

I'll probably be hated for this, I Realised this dudes a baby//
Got fucked in his M-shaped ass 80 times, hence his lame naming//
Dont wanna be rude or jump to any rash conlusions,
But you must be some kind off cock-sucker//
I'll merk this newb and leave him with mild concussions,
shouldn't have come to this thread stupid mutha-fucker//
leavin it to the next fool to upstage me, impossible, im on a roll//
Oh and by the way dickface, you're lucky there is no poll//
I'd have won this, easily, belive me im pretty sure//
Let me end this with a little thought for your feeble mind//
You were M-erked 80 times before this, by eighty different guys//
After this, i'd have earned you 80 more merks,
and all at the same time//

word that ryhme actually need a substance,
ur name as wack as your skill, u wanna square dance,

dont you know those sound affects, dont belong here in text,
these newbs perplexed, hav no friends, couldnt even call collect,

and i dont need to ask why you got two emcees in your name,
but i could battle you twice at once and i 'double' you pain,

ferrari-hov-50, nothing more then a 17yr old wit hoe petty/
to young to battle plus half of his post shitty/
da other half of his flow's diddy's/
6 posts and im atomic nigga im known to explode city's/
my fist throws blows thats been known to KO pretty/
ur punchlines so dry the get cut like old phillies/
does this clown really wanna battle? i think this foes silly!/
come on dawg my minds more deeper then this/
matter afact my homes more deeper then da byss/
us a bitch wit big lips/
that needs to take a sit just ta piss/
im murderous,so hot hells got me on burner lists/
u aint heard of RISK/
till i murder ur career so u cant further diss/
its simple nigga im murder gits/
damn dawg learn to write before u jump to conclusions/
u can draw guns homie but i picture illusions/
were u dissin me cuz u seem to be postin confusions/
but then again u better hope u know whatchu doing.....

NEXT

This punk read my profile and calculated my age,
to see if i was as old as the guys that kept his butt in a rampage/
its ironic isn't it, callin me a bitch with big lips,
when his mouth was seen in pictures with otha niggas dicks/
i only sit to piss, cuz my dicks too big, it hits the sink/
what did you do? shit my nose is throwin fits,
it appears your breath slipped by the mods, and damn it stinks/
This verse will leave u nauseuas while you type your shit,
Be the only time in your rap career that your rhymes were sick/
You dont deserve any more lines from me, get back to riding dicks/

i dont give a fuck if u right click copy and paste a rhyme/
just dont post or clock garbage for us to watch a waist a time/
you run when u see guns nigga so just face da nine/
keep writeing dull lyrics dat wouldnt graze da mind/
goodie goodie i think us afraid a crime/
matter afact us a country white boy dat hates da grime/
i gotem hooked on my lyrics like coke...so he takes a line/
funny niggas a joke but i hate these fakes online/
swear they got deals but cant wait ta shine/
go cop a deal nigga and stop tryina snitch or dime/
cuz half da shit u say aint praised like mine........

next

M80 that was hot
 

Yo, I'll hold more heat 2 your head than a skully/I will leave you like your'e on your monthly, pussy, fuckin bloody/hollo stretch your chest like silly puddy/tarin up your ass like your BOSOM BUDDY/yes, I said you're hot, you might say, I'm on your jock/
but your on mine like a bitch, screamin stop/shet up hooker swollow the cock/now you're a porno star/ my switch blade going cross your chest like your trainin bra/Your name is now Rupaul, a homo star/

i see ur idols a drag queens cuz ur obsessed wit rupaul/
u couldnt delivery nice lines if they was brought by uhual/
u was droped from ur team afraid i'll make ya crew fall/
and u'll keep suckin dick nigga till u get a new jaw/
u a midget to my level but i guess im to tall/
think im da one to battle, nigga u best check who u brawl/
u've used most ur life lines so think who u'd call/
its like who wants to be a-bitch-in-here so ill battle u all/
niggas us 100 yrs old and ur shit aint sold gold/
ur better off selling ur soul to have half of my flow/
keep fucking wit guns and u'll blast ur ass a new hole/
u's a studio hoe, just trying to catch some few doe/
do u tell people u rap or its just somethin few know/
u probably a wannabe em wigga just tryna catch a new show/
dont try to believe his da only white boy u know/
cuz every one knows ur skin is as white as new snow/
out here in miami da streets call it true blow/
so dont lie u from da bronx or no where near NY/
cuz petafouls like u should deserve ta die/
so thanks for da diss dawg, but god luck and nice try.....

welcome to miami...where tha fakest G's play/
start beef like salami...ate it up like we were in class n it was a "free"-day/
u got a lot of nerve to be a newb n talk hard/
in order to get ur point across, u took 10 bars/
20 lines, 3 rhymes n one stupid weak rap/
ur jus one more lady that my heat macs.../

hello....my name name is angel....and i cant ryme....thats why these weak ass cypher post i write takes up all my time
iam a looser.....a word abuser...a viagra user...i dont hide it either
my dick just dont work anymore....when iam not on the computer...iam jackin off....i dont even stop to take a breather....thats why my dick is all scabby..and infected...id go to a dr...but iam poor....ive bought crack with my child support...so i dont got any money anymore
1 to the 2...iam sober...bend over angel...let the beaver come over.....run ur ass down with a land grover....then steal your food stamp card but befor i do that....imma take u out in the yard and beat u down like a fuckin retard....i wish i were a genie..id grant ur wish and take u to the bathroom....and play hide the wienie....you would like that...u no rymin mother fucker wouldnt you.....1+1= 2....i gotta go...i got shit i gotta do...bye

yo sir, mr. ur a buck tooth, a beaver/
u can't say a decent rhyme, no penis to jack off to either/
wow, u know math, good for u/
but 1+1 equals 3 n not 2/
jus playin dawg, ur new n ur scared/
got u runnin to ur dam that's in tha air/

Too much wack raps before me, niggas is corney,
thinkin this is a walk in the park like dorney, i'll hit you wit my old e 40,
waste a little malt liquor on this nigga,
he better thank me that i'm not pullin the trigga,
cuz that will get rid of you quicker, nobody's sicker,
then the man rappin before you, i'm rap's class of spoiled,
cuz i got privileges that no other mc got,
and thats winnin battles cuz the other dude got shot!!!!

hahaha....thats right angel...iam buck toothed...thats why my name is sir_mr_beaver say something as stupid as ur last post again and...ill grab my dick and beat u down with it like its a fuckin cleaver.....bucked toothed beaver...haaaa...steal a 9 and shoot ur punk ass down like a fuckin golden retriever
you are scared..and..stiff as a tree....ur the one making an ass outta his self... not me....1+1=4 not 3...naaa iam just playing....dawg.....ur right iam new....but atleast iam smart enogh not to come on this site with a qweer ass name like angel like u do

Hold up, Hold up! Now let me slide right in
You just sit there and wait to see what I do with this pen
Oops I did it again, I meant to type typin'
Feel like I'm in the ocean, crab niggas is bitin
Just fussin and fighting, but noone can contend
You get the short end, should've been an abortion
What the fuck are you snortin, probably that white shit
So Angel and Beaver please come with some tight shit
Then pass me the mic....shit
And I'll bless you with my shit!

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka Infinite aka The Real One~

young p...was that all u had....for a person with 33-7 score...i was expecting that u would give me a lil more...
so...iam a wigger...so pull the trigger....atleast iam not a nigger!
you must smoke alota grass.....iam starting to wonder if u think with your head....or with ur ass....
id really like to challenge you to my first online text battle....it will be fun....ur name will be sir_mr_beavers_bitch befor its all over and done...
so young....iam curiose....how long u been coming to this site...and do all the panzy's here call people wiggers cuz thier white??
hey...guess what...iam a geniuse...i finally figured out with the p in your name young P stands for.....PENIS!
young pp...that likes using the word nigger and wigger...but cant think of anything else to ryme with wigger so he comes up with some stupid shit like trigger.....you wouldnt be so bad young...if ur vocabulary was bigger....hey...look...iam gonna say something kinda like what u said...imma pull the trigger on dis nigger...for beeing stupid and cumming back with lame shit like calling me a wigger

hello johnnieblaze...or should i say the lil bitch from texas....please....bless me with ur shit....id love that
and angel would like that too...but befor u type up some more shit...please....let me bless u
johnnieboy....were you sexually abused?
were u locked in a closet and fucked up the ass and then locked back in untill u were to be re used?
i bet ur daddy tied u up with leather straps...just like a chick...only he didnt fuck you with his dick...he fucked u with a broom stick...right up ur butt....u dont like to get loads blown on ya....u rather swallow the nut...johnnieboy o johnnieboy where are u at....angel wants to bless u with his shit too....only he intends on fuckin u up the ass with a wooden baseball bat...cuz he knows how much u like a big woody...huh...ur from texas...ofcoarse ur not a steer....duh

I Aint even waste my time readin yo boring lines||
I Saw PENIS and Wigger Son You must have typed blind||
You set YOURSELF UP like puttin your own head in a Noose||
You need a lyrical boost you should hire a Skill slueth||
To fetch you some talent U should search in the corn fields||
Of nebraska, But type "nigger" in again and I'll make sure you fuckin get killed, bastard!||
Watch yer fuckin language..........

now i aint gonna waste much time on this "nitemarre"
this kid aint goin no where like life was a kkk only a "WhiteFair"//
The only way you gittin head, is by a form of your hand
you couldnt git publicity if pdiddy had you on "making the band"//
Reverse your ryhmes, nebraska how does that come into play?
thought you was iight but when i saw yo record i was like "fuck ill take you on any day"//
this guy aint spittin any nitemarre to me cuz im like a dreamcatcher and ending his life
you better start being careful for i start bendin his wife//

nightmarre.....a dream...thats all u fuckin r.....nigger this...nigger that...nigger nutz....u threatning to kick the beavers butt?
search the corn fields for what??....the only thing ill find there is u with a corn cob up ur butt.....dont gimme that shit...iam not gonna take the time to read ur lines....bitch...least my shit rymes...and i dont take it seriose....nightmarre ur halariose...its okay for a mother fucker to call me a wigger but when i throw it back in thier face with the word nigger....lil bitches like u get furiose...nightmarre....suck a dick....
and as for u kclip.....u thought i was alright...okay...thats good....but take a chill pill....relax...damn ur violent....u got a big mouth bitch... so lets battle....kinda like what slim said in 8 mile....in that one battle...about the shit creek...fuck all that....ill beat ur ass with the wooden paddle....then sink your fuckin boat!.....but like the piece of shit u are...its no use....ull just float...inbred mother fucker...murkin...tell me and the other's why ur not workin???....why dont u got a job...ur a piece of shit mother fucker u might as well join nightmarre in the cornfields and sit on a corn cob ....i dont give a shit about ur opinion about me....kclips 4 murkin...shit...ur name should be klips 4 jerkin....do like u said you would...take me...beat me...lets battle...ill butcher ur ass like the indians did cattle....with a fuckin spear...ill stab u in the lungs so u cough up blood bubbles...how u gonna battle me lipz 4 jerkin...u dont ryme...u studder and stumble....ur stale bitch...ill piss on u...and watch u crumble

grasp tha cleaver/ cut a beaver in a million chunks/
wanna make me a believa/ write much more than stunts/
you bore me punk/ you style has got enormous fronts/
it's corny son/ you couldn't write a warning pun/
your structure's whack/ who taught you how to bust a rap/
you couldn't figure out a bar/ if hershey made your track/
so learn...get back/ I'll leave standin nervous jack/
don't wanna see me less you bringing me dessert wit that....

Listen here Beaver, you buck toothed, theiving rhyme biter
If I spit that shit for you, it wouldn't make your flows tighter
It's so completely useless, all you have is loose lips
Your bottom and your top ones, damnit son...you're clueless
Every line you said was spoken...by you in the same verse
No uniqueness, listen as I speak this...you're lines hurt
Not me, your own record, you put yourself in negative
So come here sweety, open up, just give me a little head...


...Come on Beav....work on it

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka The Real One aka Infinite~

"What doesn't hold you back only makes you stronger"

yoooo good buddy my pal mc bass.....
what u mean u wanna cut me up in a million chunks?
and whats this about hershey made my track?
....open ur eye's bass...please comeback...teach me about busting a rap....but not if iam gonna end up typing shit that's even remotly close to ur crap...
ur right...i dont know anything about bars...or rap...or stunts or fuckin fronts....and whats this about dessert...is this kinda shit suppose to get me down and get my feelings hurt?...listen mr mc bass....u can kiss the beavers ass...u dont know shit about shit either bitch...u were prolly in speciel ed class...u cant even use the brain in ur head....ur callin my shit boring?...scroll back up bitch...read what u just said....my rymes might be boring...but urs are dead....please...dont tell me u call that flowing.....u cant even keep ur rymes going....look everyone...at big shot mr m c bass...he says i dont got any structure or style...but he dont have any class...he just says whatever....if the shit he writes is considered talent....i quit...i rather die...then to listen to some more of this corny bullshit....rymes like he writes....are beter left un writtin...n this stupid fucker honestly wonders why nobody listens when he's spittin....mc bass...who do u think ur shittin....please...give me and the others a favor...consider quitten...

p.s mr mc bass...iam just wondering...where you droped on ur head...or drop kicked....really....???/

johnnie....man...i missed ya....really...it got really boring...imagen this...iam reading ur weak rymes...and all the sudden my mom comes in and wakes me up and starts yelling at me for snoring....
man....it was great....hey johnnie...i forgot....you know the last post you wrote...did u think it was cool.....well its not....u brag about ur ryming skills...and call me buck toothed....and say some kinda homo shit about how u want me to suck ur dick.....johnnie...take urself to a dr hommie.....ur sick....not physically but up in the noggin....hey johnnie....nice lips...come sit by me bitch...we will see who's head does all the bobbin....damnitt johnnie....ur teeth...dont scrape....just suck real hard...go up and down my entire dick...now ya see my dick...now ya dont.....hey johnnie...nice trick...

S O S, Please help me, this Beav's a real joke
Two bolts can't even hold his shit together, he just chokes
Up in smoke, no words can explain this, Beav's simply illiterate
So stop dropping your posts, think of us and be considerate
Or step it up a little bit, and quit being a little bitch
Step to me in a battle...and you will see what little gets
Little checks, no respect, and no shine on your neck
So step off of the podium...Alright, who's next???

You gotta go Beav....

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka The Real One aka Infinite~

"What doesn't hold you back only makes you stronger"