R.x must think he can rhyme cuz he rolls with the elementals/
if this muthafucka wanna brawl with me...he must be goin mental/
R.x what's that mean? i think it stands for Rated-X/
cuz while i'm tearin this guy a new hole, u'll think we're havin sex/
i don't mean i'm fuckin this guy, he's gettin stabbed by my lyrical rhymes/
cuz don't he know, messin with me... it's like he's committin a crime/

Ya dissing my crew? that will get ya lyrically beat black and blue |
Ya guess on my name was wrong, ya dont belong like gum on a shoe |
I will let ya know where its at, im here and aint leaving till the end of combat |
Ya probly caught on the thug appeal, thinking its real to have gat |
Shit ya got it turned the wrong way, ya kill ya self when ya spray |
My words will make ya lay, asking yourself now, did ya pray? |

so my first guess was wrong...well what does it stand for?/
never mind, i don't wanna know no more, *yawn*, this muthfuckas a bore/
when i called R.x, "mental" he though i was dissin his crew/
man, ur a lil slow, fuck ur crew, i was dissin YOU/
he says that he comes from the "womb of pain"/
that's cuz his head was poked by my dick while i fucked his pregnant mom, all-day/

shut ur mouth bad rap cuz your lyrics surpass whack//
its stentch is as bad as the odor between ur moms ass-crack//
im keepin it short because i aint gonna waste my ghetto ass lines//
nigga your retarted you cant spit a decent rhyme//

Purple Haze fuck ya, ya not even this weeks craze |
Ya easy to eat like a back of Lays |
Im going diss ya and Bad Rap all in one post |
Ya came back, couldnt get enough of the host? |
Ya callin me a bore but ya mking it a chore |
Keeping come back to get smashed on like some kinda whore |

i'll make this shorter cuz i'm done fuckin with these gays/
i'm tired of ya expressin ur pride...this ain't no gay parade day/

Ya running out of things to say? |
Like the excuses for what Clinton did on that one day? |

who the fuck are you this nikka named r.x//
bitch is gonna turn 40 and still wouldnt have had sex//
your a gay wanna-be bitch ass bum//
starrin at a dogs 'cock' is the only way youll cum//
your lyrics are trash bitch dont ever lay another spit//
your a little kidd who still gets milk off his moms tit//

No need to throw a fit |
My last shit made ya sit? I only did two lines of spit |
ah nice thing about the sex, but ya got me confused wit mex G |
Ya I dissed him too, ya going come back at me like ya true emcee |

ya diss me when im not around|
heed my words dawg for you get knocked the fuck down

oh snaps, purple haze's faggot ass still gonna post/
man, my verses are so hot...they'll burn u up like toast/
haze...u know u don't wanna fuck with me, it's ok, just go away/
cuz if u have dreams of winnin a battle...sorry, there's NO WAY/
hot shit is what my rhymes are all about/
B.A.D. R.A.P. is the king of this rap...yea, no doubt/

My rhmes split ya,Leave u segregated like the church of latter day saints/
fuck ur mom without a condom,snap my dick bone in place, shit in her pillow cushions,
cum a vanilla flavored load in her face/
Hi guys my names bad rap, I like to bob on knobs/
I used to work at a sperm bank but got caught drinking on the job/
I'm a slob, 28 years old, still live with my mom, My family tree dont branch, So my brother is also my uncle tom/
Bitch give it up, u cant walk and chew bubblegum,nor tell a rap and joke/
U could marry 4 circus elephants and still never find the pussyhole/
Might as well fuck midgets, at least give a lil pussy pleasure/
wait midgets clits are 3 inches deep, still too big for ur tiny lil measure/
your rhymes are overdue, your fees are still not paid/
u still owe new yorks finest, for the only 2 times that u got laid/
im leaving u reaping and sewing, praying to the sky/
asking the lord to send u an angel...preferbally ur asking for a naked guy/
go run up jacobs ladder, watch ur step, I'd hate to see u leap/
only way u would, is if on the ground was a dick, that u could shove between ur butt cheeks/

some one diss me

shit is worthless..you bring less heat than a cake with only one candle/
You wanna show me something? Well, this is yo final season like Tony Soprano/
Hell, Im surprised Sadaam didnt recruit you/
Your stench is bad enough 2 penetrate masks and make soldiers spew/
First sight of u, your father left, ashamed he aint have a son he could look at with admiration/
To him, u were Uglier than a patient who just had a face operation/
You should take a page out of my book, my words and lyrics off the hook/
They off the richter scale they got rappers so shook/
I got balls, never afraid 2 go face to face in a 10 round/
After Im finished with a cat, they end up ina dirt mound, never to emit another sound/
Straight out the gate, fuckin with LIL_MN was a HUGE mistake/
While Im earning respect and money...ur on a gay porn set on your third take/

fucking hell
u lot take long
im gonna diss myself....LOL

Hell im reluctant to battle but satisfaction makes me wanna face ya
Like a chemical reaction im gonna combust and lyrically burn ya
3rd time lucky, in my game luck doesnt exsist
just pure rage on enemies and no mercy on u snitch
dissin me on yo song targeted at everybody
now time 4 the public execution but not usin knifes or shotties
as i dont need them to get me by
just words to tangle and strangle my enemies, i aint shy
like the predator i target and str8 full on attack
no remourse, head on collision, a savage murder to be exact
u some skinny little faggort making demands u cannot live up to
highlight my feelings out in the open disrupt and interupt you
Disorientated ur stomachs growing like that nigga B.I.G
bloated lack of food, u dissed me to my face, like an animal ur now encaged
as full on entrapment, no where to hide is a full on solution
fist to fist, bitch round 4 round, ur face wud change resolution
as it would be rotting resulting from the aftermatch of ruthless decapitation
a leathal murder like a bomb in the wrong hands, suicidal interaction
People on the street, adore me facin my rap counterparts, must start charging fees
intelligent, endured profit unlike ur mama
she took it once and was ready to blow
like that club in the nelly vid during the show
My discriptives be ready to bust and make ya incarcinated
following this assault ur last hope of takin out tha messenger, is coming back reincarnated.

I'M TIRED OF THESE FAKE ASS RAPPERS/
THEY THINK THEY COULD FLOW, THEY ACTORS/
YOUR PLAYIN THE WRONG PART IN THIS MOVIE/
WHEN YOU SPIT YOU DON'T EVEN MOVE ME/
UR WEAK, ITS LIKE DIARHEA IS COMIN OUT YOUR MOUTH,
CUZ ALL YOU DOIN IS TALKIN SHIT/
I'M FLIPPIN THE SCRIPT ON YOU NIGGAS/
I GOT STICKY FINGERS, I'M TAKIN ALL YOUR FIGGAS/
YOU GOT A PROBLEM WIT THAT,
JUST TALK TO MY TRIGGERS/
BUT THERES ONLY ONE PROBLEM THEY DONT TALK BACK/
IT SPEAKS BY PUTTIN TWO THROUGH YOUR FITTED HAT/
DO U GET THE MESSAGE,
THAT WHEN U FUCK WIT ME, I HOPE YOU HAVE THE LORDS BLESSIN!!!!

deeni must be on crack... cuz i have no clue, what that last line was all about/
looks like we have a lightweight and heavyweight bout/
talkin shit bout me, will get him knocked out like tyson/
i'm lennox lewis, u beatin me in anything, is rarer then white bison/
he keeps spittin shit bout ownin mad guns and TALKIN to triggers/
how the fuck do we do that, deeni's a stupid muthafucka... go figure/

bad rap i thought i already told you to shut up//
your ass is gonna see stars after i smack u wit a glass-cup//
your gay ass shouldve never spitted that weak crap//
you need to stop biting and you need to learn to rap//

i spit weak shit, come on, rhymin rap with crap... how played out is that?/
if you keep talkin shit... YOU'RE the one who's gonna get smacked/
and that's funny, callin me gay, who's the one with superheros named, "cloud"/
if you keep fuckin with me... straight to the morgue is where you're bound/

Come on homie, Your style is wack/
like you postin up your raps/
man, you need thumb tacks/
when i need some inspiration, i look at you/
then i can remember, what not to do/
when i rap, things seem easy and simple/
ill send you back, to where your from/
whatch all your raps get crumpled/
i dont stumble or stutter, or rhyme under my breath/
you have to whisper and mutter, homie i aint impressed/
so go on BACK home and start again, sit down to the CLAP, beat, and beat off your friend.......... faggot motherfucker

ice turd your a beginner and youve been here before me,
so why is it im a fly weight and your a newb,
i guess your just garbage and your lids been left open,
no ones noticing you so quit hoping,
my new signature should be ice because i left you cold,
if you run out of spits go back and say something old,
i gaurantee people will just give you a smile,
as if you were a retarded kid that wears shirts that say girls gone wild,
your going to read this and try to spit the hardest shit you ever did,
not since the last time you sucked up that one other kid

ahh fuck that man,
i dont have to spit hard/
i can make it up as i go bitch/
im on the next level, while your ass is sub par/
and man your fuckin dumb, ice is already cold/
and im makin your brain numb, for every slushie sold/
ill just sit back and see what you do/
im just chillin out laughin, at the weak shit that you threw

look at dis kat called the iceberg//
u big terd..my rhymes are so obsurd//
I know u suck,,ur a whack emcee//
thats y u will stay o-o and and still be new to RB//
Ur whack to bad i couldnt go first..//
But since u did, all im doin is laughin at ur verse

$pittin Dick, u can't rhyme or flow, shit u can't even spell ABSURD/
talkin shit bout ice-berg's verse...when ur a bigger TURD/
this cat can't spell for shit... he must've flunked outta school/
it's embarassing to read ur rhyme, dude, all u hear is "BOOOO"/
tryin to diss on ice-berg with nuthin but half of lines/
nobody listen to this bitch, only thing he's spittin quick... are lies/

rip dis nigga 2 shits-n-bits, ya wrists quick-2-slit, watch me bitch-this-kid... Scarz rips-da-spit so intricate ya lips'll-split, like they are constantly FIXED-ON-DICK...

I only need 2 bars

haha Yea, and i only need to balls.....
Ill wipe you out like an endangered species/
emcees run and hide when its their turn to meet me/
im gonna spit this like a tradational battle verse/
bitch, ill leave your ass hurt/
dont act like you can play me man/
because when you start playin/
you play your hand/
i could fuck this faggot ass up all day/
i could write, sit, and spit away/
dont fool with me cause im iceberg/
i know ive been called shit like iceturd/
theyve only seen shit when i was feelin nicer/
now these pussy bitches are gonna see the cypher/
like i said/
its back to you/
if you where a horse/
id make glue/
so dont act like you only need 2 bars/
i only need to balls/
i guess you like balls/
because your fag friend called/
said dont wait up for me tonight/
because your ass got worked by iceberg/
and hes white/
so next time you sit down to spit/
think of me laughin at you till you quit/

LISTEN UP "BAD RAP" I DONT LIKE YOU/
AND DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR TRYING TO DO/
YOU AINT NICE, SO STOP ACTIN LIKE YOU ARE/
IF THIS WAS GOLF YOU WOULD'NT EVEN MAKE PAR/
UR WACK, U DONT DESERVE TO RAP/
SO PACK UP YOUR BAGS AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE/
CUZ THIS SITE DONT CATER TO QUEERS/
YOU SHOULD FACE YOUR FEARS/
AND COME OUT THE CLOSET/
CUZ EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR GAY, SO STOP IT/
UR ONLY LYIN TO YOURSELF/
SO ADMIT IT YOU NEED SOME PROFFESIONAL HELP/
GO SEE A DOCTOR, ASK HIM WHATS WRONG WITH YOU,
CUZ ALL THE SHIT YOU TYPE IS FUCKIN UNTRUE!!!!!!!!

ç'mon DEENIE mother fucker
I feel like killin'

I'M STILL/
THE BEST IN THE GAME/
DESERVE LOT O' FAME/
SNIFFIN' COCANE AL DAY/
MAKIN' YOU PRAY /
FOR ME TO SPEAR YOU/
YOU KNOW I WOULDN'T DO/
THE THINGS YOU ASKED ME TO/
I'M GOING TROUGH/
A LOT OF PAIN/
IN THIS RAP GAME/
BUT I'LL MAKE YOU/
DAY AFTER DAY FEEL THE SAME THING/


UH YO i JUS DID THIS SHIT/
YO JUST RUINED YOU BITCH............

U WERE NEVER THE BEST/
SO GIVE IT A REST, I'M BOUT TO LET SOME THINGS OFF MY CHEST/
I DONT LIKE REDNECKS/
SO DONT TEST MY PATIENCE/
CUZ IF U DO, YOUR GONNA BE SOME SURGEONS PATIENT/
TRYIN TO SEW YOU UP FROM LYRICAL MUTILATION/
A RHYME ASSASINATION/
YOUR HEARTS RACIN, CUZ YOU DONT KNOW WHO YOU'RE FACIN/
LIKE A TRAVEL AGENT I'LL GIVE YOU A LONG VACATION/
TO HELLS GATES AND BACK/
TO LET YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE RAPS ARE WACK/
MATTER OF FACT YOU AINT COMIN BACK/
CUZ IM PUMPIN YOU WIT THE GAT/
PUTTIN AS MUCH AS I COULD THROUGH YOUR HAT/
YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT PAIN IS/
NO ITS NOT WHEN YOU GET A BUMP ON YOUR HEAD,
OR SCRAPE YOUR LEGS/
ITS WHEN YOU GOT SHOT SO MANY TIMES,
THAT YOU CANT GET OUT OF BED!!!!

Im gone for a couple of day'z...come back to all thease lames//
Spitting flacid ryhmes far less than hard, what a bunch of dames//
The punk above doing lines all day, crying about his pain//
Talking out his ass and leaving a trail of shit stains//
Mutha fucka's reading whack, just tell me it's not a fact//
Laking lyrical tact, He probably takes it from the back//
From the depts of hell? more like from the depts of shitty smell//
Oh in case you didn't know... you just been served...pal//

These damn kids nowadays cant rhyme worth shit
Now I'll amaze your dry humor like earth whit
Stay in your home afraid Imma kick a brick in your smirk quick
I'm not even gonna leave you a tip cause nothin will enhance your shit service

STOP ACTIN LIKE YOU BOTH COULD RHYME/
IF I HAD ONE WISH I WOULD TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME,
TO WHEN I WAS FUCKIN YA MOMS TO MAKE SURE I HAD A CONDOM ON/
I'LL MURDER YOU WHILE SITTIN ON THE JOHN,
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT THESE WORDS COULD DO/
THEY'LL GO THROUGH YOU, YOU, AND YOUR FRIENDS/
SHITTIN BRICKS LIKE YOU NEED DEPENDS/
YOU GOT NO CHANCE, I'M MAKIN YOU DANCE/
LET THE SHELLS MAKE THE BEAT,
AND THE HEAT DO THE VOCALS/
HOT LED IS WHAT ITS SPITTIN,
NOT WRITTEN CUZ ITS AUTOMATIC/
IT'LL BE MAKIN YOU DO THE SHAKE,
LIKE IF YOU WAS A CRACK ADDICT!!!!

crack addict? yea... girl's crack addict, unlike u, all up on the guys/
the chances of u spittin hot shit?---that's a roll of the dice/
i'm tired of wastin my lines on this cat... but here i go again/
deeni's name stands for, "i-need balls", change his name to megan/
i ain't gonna rhyme bout "murderin u on the john"... i ain't a fake emcee/
this PUSSY doesn't wanna battle, shit... he has to sit-down-just- to-pee/

Don't you realize that you have met your demize//
Deeni is what you seem to do best, you've just been eulogized//
Your life has just been compramized//
Your time on RB is now finalized//
While my shit is well delivered and energized//
Yours, flat and can't even be analyzed... caused it's plagerized//
Going head to head with bounce, find your self demonized//
Captivated by my loquacious flow and mezmerized//
Leaving ya squishy from the KY and sodimized//
You cum addicted take it in the back addict//

I'm down for a battle this bitch is going get his head rattled//
Step up into the sattle if you wanna battle w brainless babble//
I'm down to give you a lyrical paddle, n send ya home w/a box of fiddle faddle//
Cuz you'll never go home with a win in the ryhmes that you dabble//

(u talkin to me bout battlin?)

(I'm talking about that bitch deeni)

(yea... u know better...lol, jk)

Awwww whats the matter Bounce u Scared of BaDRap/
Are u scared that he gonna "Bounce" Lyrical bullets on ya Head Cap/
Don't be scared, dog they just lil ol bitty words/
That seep inta ya main frame like flock of canabalistic birds/(Ha Ha)
And who's afraid of the Big Bad B.A.D. R.A.P. nigga G?/
I'll tell ya, It aint me......its dat man Bounce Dig-et-ey/
Next time u find a rhyme I'll decline to call yo ass sour puss u fuckin Lemon Lime/
Wanna Cyphers Baddest Textcees who wanna fuck wit me/
Well if ya wanna go just post below, And watch me roast up under thee/

four times u've battled... and four times u've been wasted/
u've been so close to victory... but it's never been tasted/
who's afraid of me... you know you are, stop runnin ur mouth/
once u have a victory... wait, that ain't gonna happen, u keep gettin trounced/
and look, yea, i'm postin below, go ahead... try to roast me/
i'll flip the script on ya, put u in the oven and have u as rump roast meat/