deranged its plain to see the main reason you still breathin
is cuz off your moma's plate you still eating..
i havent even addresed the bigotry but this emcee
is likened to someone who should be hung from a tree...
lynched in public like the dumb shit in the south...
cuz K-trini talked about doin that to my crowd...
my people... minoritys but still equal...
if i see you in the streets... im tempered enough to heat you!


werd

my verse'd send off some skill n talent.take some,dense?
&equal n heat you doesn't rhyme..make some sence
dumb bitch to despence..describing my cock in ur verse
i'm hung from a tree?wow..if you saw my dick..u burst'd
cuz apperantely u fell in love..lil bitch..u just flat out fowl
and only thing your bitch ass heats up is ur mom's towels
see you dazed with stars when i deliver the carnage and-
while i'm eating off my moms plate
..........................................you eating off MY garbage cans
thinking you harming me when you can see the gun that i'm holding
and only word that made sense in your shit.
...is the one that i bolded....

Fuck.You. :kid:

Yea hes deranged... He actually thinks hes skill'd
Wow! Nice lines... Too bad most of them are fill'd
And ill'd... Naw! Not even if this bastard caught a cold
Bastard...? Yea cause hes been son'd and I' hit'n the road
After I'm done drop'n a load.................................
...................................He gets shit'd on daily
Told him to improve his 'flow'............................
.....................................Then the kid went 'sailing'
On his verse I'm wailing... Cause hes that sad..............
Hes been told he sucks twice... Still didn't get it... '2'bad!

met-a-4 aint met-a-1 that he could even take aim at
4-5? ya got me stumped, I read some lyrics, ya lame cat
you wouldn't be dis-armed if I ripped off all ya limbs
'demned' conrols ya mind like you's a character on 'sims'
you couldn't paint a picture with ya text if you was drawin a blank
ya garbage is stank, if you ever battle me then you'll be fallen in rank

Repentence, retreat, this nigga stays timid and weak
Diminished and beat, go ahead and finish um please
He's "condemned to defeat" like demons under "ministers kleets"
Sinister, me! Only when i enter a key
And i eat MC's like these for my dinner, then sleep

then sleep..... and never awake
why rip mc's tomorow when i could kill em today

6 line minimum
-Ysd@-

i'd ask you to a battle...but u a herb..so..ideally..you'd duck
couldn't spit more than 2 lines..cuz really...you suck
wanna why you outta lucK?..well..go peep ur own user title
& to me..you ain't shit..you ain;t foolin me..computer idol
i'd toss you some garbages bags from the corner to fill the wealt
u wanna kill emcee's today?
....well why not become n emcee first n kill yaself?

yo killa you should really learn multies first
befor you drop another faulty verse
peopl may say your not a killa but yo name is legit
you killed this fourm befor i evan got to flame your shit

6 Line minimum
-Ysd@-

that shit's ain't no problem to me..that verse wuz just hawked through
& how's u tellin me to learn multis when i wuz tha 1 dat taught u?
all you like to do with your shit is just bite,fuckin me,u hoping
sayin my name's legit....c'mon..how u gonna d/r me right up in the open?
shit's not worthy of a coping..in the game you stay unseen instead,bud
if i killed the forum..n u post after..then that must mean u dead,huh?

yo i aint dead son this is real shit
i spit mad at cha and i didn't steal it
man and if i was d/r you i wouldn't feel it
cuz man i know how it is you stuffin with a toutsie
don't lie the most you get is while playing footsie
i send me andaconda it ya mom even is its bushy
im RICH BITCH!! and i aint evan paying for pussy

He pays for the wackness tax and still feels big
re-read his spit but no point like his missed sig
i'll cut this eight into one n make him loose fig
he nu to shit and simply hopless but wunt dig
sayin'man'aint enuff,myne i'll smack this puss off my front
you lyrically more empty than your account,shit y d front?
even if he drinx flow he still wunt count
................................cos u a played out cunt
u'ld neva spit flame if i gave u bombs,bitch u'ld get hurt
get it that weakness cant stand heat
...............so stick to the fate that u got cursed

I Know U Got A Pussy...But Do U Really Need Too Show Off?? (''Wat U Cant Be'')
U Flaunt It Like We Want It...But U Make All Da Boys ''Go Soft''
Bitch Is Like A Hoe-Goth...--She Enjoyes Gettin ''Cut''--...
& Wen it comez 2 Punchez...Ya Swings Not Heavy, Like Golfers Trynna Putt
Call me a 'Nut'...I'll explode In Ya Face, We Workin At My Pace
So If U Fall Behind, Ya Get...SHOT...Like A Horse Losing A Race
I Love Da Taste Of Fear, I Can Smell It, Its Gettin Near.....
After Reading Ur Verse..I Wonder Da Same As U...|WHY ARE U EVEN HERE?!|

chop him up and put this fake ass man sawed..and stuff him in a can,hauled
n u started every word 'capitalized'..yet..your verse doesn;t 'stand tall'
self glorifing your pitiful ass off...but i mean....pardon me,it's not true
talkin about boys goin soft
...when only guy who wants to harden them is YOU...(faggot)
don't try it,u hypher & wtf at you talkin about ownin tha cyphers.?
bitch...I been rippin emcees n wannabes like u since u wuz in diaphers


Yo...you change that signature about ownin the cyphers...or you battle me...ya hear?

wat's it gonna be?

^^^ Da Fuck Izza Hypher?

Dis Niga Makin Up Wordz, And His Personalz?...They Un-heard..
I Mean Look At Ur Punchez, Ive Been More Offended By A Pre-Teen-Herb!
U See My Verbz? Comin Strong n Stampede All Over U Like A Hurd
Walk In My Shoez, BITCH, I'ma Step Above U Without Standin On Da Curb
U Fall Off Like Drunk Nerdz...U Kno U Shuldnt Be Doin It
Then We All Drop Verses Dissin....BUT U HAVE TO GO RUIN IT!!!
I'm Thru Wit-It, Tired Of Talkin Too ''Hungry Flys'' Who 'AINT SHIT'
Dont Blame Me Cuz Ya Rapz Is Rusty As Old Fordz Without a ''Body Kit!!!''

Pink women's watches..bow wow fitteds..not what I call a trend
New Money resemble ja rule..after busta slaughtered him
Why respect ya town or traits?..His trash dropping no purpose
Snatch his neck wit canes..worse than pickpockets at purses
Instincts opt to burnin..I suggest you scram like..any other scam
All you trigger's ass whippins..deep scars & abrasions cover half
Bounty hunt ya fam..to leave ya baby daughter bleedin for miles
Questions at interviews after being K.O'ed..no reasons to smile