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fuc kind of name is grim evil,i like da stunt u pullin but u aint canivil,u a fuckin flyweight so u barely legal//
so what u know bout da solja wit untamed wayz,ima put u bac in tyme like a pair of retro j's,but hey your name says your goin 2 hell anywayz// 65 posts wit a battle record of zero,ima leave u sleppin wit da fishes wit your homie nemo,u a fuckin character 2 me like da childrens show teamo supremo// |
You worship-me-like-ritualisms as a matter-of-fact ya practice Art-of-Losing: Realism
Invert ya words like an optical-prism 'You Are Whack' is your best constructive-critism Like feces-aint-alive ya shit-is-dead an you cease-to-thrive to spit-failure-in-threads Takin a piece-of-the-pie like I bit-the-bread like grease-on-guys ya legs-split-an-spread |
willie is just silly, just another hill billy tryna be like sparks
I hate you marks, dumb ass can't rap for shit I ellevate out of orbit flowin faster than a corvette bobo, your rhymes are booboo, just like your fucked up hair doo where you get the idea you got skills? my lyrics will have you flippin cart wheels your a lame dork, your flows are rancid like old pork put a cork in them, stick a fork in them theyre done son, this dude sat on a dildo and spun your whack, please don't try to make a come back cause no one want's to see your shit jack |
Strap ya seat belt, make sure ya buckle's tight...
How you claim ya elevatin' when u're record's my uncle's height... Ya wack spits don't amount up to mine... Call me an alarmed lion the way I pounce on ya lines... Want fresh lyrics, put bounce on ya rhymes... but ya style still stinks... If we were contestants, you'll be the weakest link... |
who the fuck are you to talk about any one like that,
i think most cats will agree wit you battle record, you cant rap/ get ur bobo'in, booboo'in cryin ass on up out of here, 11 lines, 11 defeats, the only thing u shud do is 'steer clear'/ because chameleon, if you already black i only need to beat ya blue/ an the funniest shit.... is that an emmcee... tried to become of you/ |
wow sorry about that my diss was aimed at CHAMELEON, but i didnt see this cat post, i was interupted durin writin, so sorry about that
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FUCK...frozen wit heat has broken this beat..
He's chosen to cheat an his freepost is just weak... Look i'll merk you nigga...leave you chokin in da street.... Hey this bitch left a freepost, 44 drops..haha 22 at most.. Im gone kill you so you can elevate an see the holy ghost... An don't advertize that battle...there really is no need to boast.... peace...no hate nigga... |
how dare u post above me/
wit drastic mesures ur postin ugly/ you pose postin from a purgatory/ your wack "hellbound" nobody heard ur story/ your scared to make the first move like ur first date/ too bitch to be a man, thats why at the end u wrote no hate/(check his last lines) |
How The Hell Does This Kid Has The Same Record As Me//
Haven't Battled In 3 Months And Still Better Then This Newbie// So Sue Me, If Your Verse Is A Real Piece Shit// Just Look At His Bars Their Weaker Then His Spit// So Sit Back And Watch A Real Emcee Grace The Mic// If You Sill Think Your Better Let's Make It A Fight// |
don't speak cause like your raps your breath is fowl
you need to be left on a deserted Island like mr howl you spittin is somethin I can't allow junior asshole, like rice crispies I'll make your head crackle wanna battle? you fuckin lame wanabe vandal I'll be your eigth, punch your teeth out so you talk with a lisp I'm mockin this bitch, just get another hobby cause your fuckin dismissed |
Chameleon...what's worse, that verse or your battle record?//
Now prepare yourself, a serving from c0zmick the lyrical mad professor// Check the profile, that fucking proffession makes me laugh you gratuitous slob// When I tell you to go fuck yourself.....that means you're just doing ya job// Bootin ya off, now watch as this whakk ass geeks tossed// Already killed your ass.... go grab your thirteenth loss// |
this kid says shit about arsonal wen he always freezez up the mic/
if i said anything bad to you youd go and tell as if you were a tike/ must have liike 5 diffeent aliases all with losing records cause he sucks/ told him i wanted a battle but every time he ducks/ might as well cluck, fuckin chicken come outta ya moms pussy/ i'll "shoot ya nine times" |
this kid says shit about arsonal wen he always freezez up the mic/
if i said anything bad to you youd go and tell as if you were a tike/ must have liike 5 diffeent aliases all with losing records cause he sucks/ told him i wanted a battle but every time he ducks/ might as well cluck, fuckin chicken come outta ya moms pussy/ i'll "shoot ya nine times" dont think im joking...come on just "push me" |
ya aint evil kid i'll step on u fair-fight, say summin bad about u- and that was ya last-line/
ya rhyme looks like crap out the ass, i'm poundin ya drafts-killin emcees-but ya dun't even count as half/(one) droppin this turd he'll neva-learn, with spits that call for more of a joke-then referee's with low-sperm/ 1, 2 check the mics in, i got a light-in-findin grim's weakness-and it's not just in-writin/ free-agent no wonder, ya nuthin but under-my skillz'll burn ya soul like drinkin alcohol in the summer/ |
Comon dawg yo spittin is so whack//
you sound like a retarded Can-I-bus on smack// you lack the intensity of lyricist// when it come to the rap game y'all can call me the imperialist// taking over like J-hova// burnin holes in rappers like a supernova// so ayo homie listen the fuck up// just coz I'm doper don't get all worked up// so y'all can step up and get served one by one// all you on is some bullshit son// |
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