X-§tatic spittin shit like he fallin over flustered//
Can't muster 6 lines so all his shit is clustered//
Spittin mustard in this kids eye to make him see me better//
But all I'm probs gona get back from him is love letters//
See me shredder this little chedder head, I do it together//
The voices in my head an my fingertips forever together//

ayo riddle me this and riddle me that,
i hawk niggas but styll fiddle tha gat//
ya sig say it all, but money talks,
got tha right price than ya honey walks//
but if not, she get a nother hole in her face,
niggas kno me as tha B who role wit da gage//

wun

Hey!?!"Its the canadian bacon"..where's the beef?\\
Talkin about "FAKIN!"...If im not mistakin
WHERE'S the streets\\
At...in your town thats filled with crime\\
Is it that ur a gangster on ur day off or just part of tha
time\\
Tha computer screen gotcha partlly blind..
you say that U gutta!!\\
Dont make me spray at you fuckah
You just ah Pee Wee...an I aint talkin About tha 1 that played at tha RUCKAH's!!

Frank~Castle

ok ok ok

Nigga im a Georgia Boy/Yeah nigga like Pastor Troy/So nigga u when I enter/U know bringin dat noise/Stayin wit toyz/I'll even bring to ya castle/Shawty it aint no hassle/Cuz ill stretch ya/Like some cell mates assholes/AInt no homo inmy game ya lil trick/Niggas tape clothes to they nose/Cuz they know im da shit/Specialy when i spit/Have u squinted ya eyes/Like ya nuts just took a hit/And im really tired of hearin about da Ruckah/Ma Fuckha/U can rhyme it in manys way/Ya mutha sucka/When i lift up my shit Nigga u gon duck/Trust me u dont wanna buck/Guarentteed to get fucked/Cuz im guarreenteed to pop to trunk/Certified to bust da mac/And i promise u/ill lay ya on ya back/U be on ya back squirmin/Stay turned cuz u'll be learnin/Just because i pull a thug act/Dosent mean im always gonna attack/Daz right/i'll let it ride/But Ma Crew aint gonna slide/Stay Representin Da Bestside/Atlanta Da Westside/Say some pussy shit/And End up in da Drive By

Alright alright enough of that shit let me get at this lame ass georgia boy,
He's talkin so much gay shit got me thinkin that he really gorgin boys!
No scores with that noise,
You stay with toyz while stretchin boys assholes?
Keep quiet son or catch that wrath from the Pastor
I'll kill ya faster than a case of that cancer
Only way you'll lay me on my back squirmin
Is if you grow some tits to go with that puss you sportin
Thats enough of this homo hes being left for dead
Talk again and ill make ya check in to club med

you ain't the vet you still doin push up/
betta get some knowledge and have iron to look up/
this ain't ya game call time out with five seconds/
i wield the thread like sword and cut meta up in sections/
and still cause ill misdirections/
you couldn't cough up a good diss if this verse had infections/
metaman textin? you flexin like you the man/
but really ya fat girl makin braclets out ya headbands/
she ain't big because she is full of impurities/
you keep a twinkie in ya pocket she's home land security!/
i'm through wit metaman should have never met the iron/
i'ma give this tissue and a Ho Ho to stop ya girl from cryin/

he speaks....
 

you aint built for war, I's designed for the beef
big words for a small man that still cries in his sleep, (ha)
stick yah chest out like Janet's.....(wait)
you'll get stomped in the street so hard they'll take you for "granite" (granted)
sonned by no man, watch how this "bastid" raps
you's a "bird in distress", you'll get the "hawk pokin outside a yah trap"

dog you take up space but still you ain't nothin
so weak that the dog's name was iron but you still ain't pump him
with all your posts in this cypher you ain't have shit but like 5 lines,
got killed so much but you pussy, you must got like 9 lives
you got a future here kid, for real i aint snickerin
couple more zeroes and you'll have six figures man

metaman ..."oh!.Im better than".\
his name is gay..get it met-a-man...tha first gay veteran\\
he's ah Fag..its all over ur face\\
I wont spit..cuz he likes it all over his face!!!\\
look at his rhymes all over tha place's...\\
just imagin it..him winnin a battle...Yeah!!..only if we traded space's!!!


HAH!!...^^^FUCKAH!!!^^^

Look youngin!***Shits gettin critical//
fuck beefin with a gun when i can beat this nigga lyrical//
there is sumthan spiritual about sacrificin a lamb***In the eyes
of the lord//
you tryin ta score against me when ur records negative Like(0 an 4)//
I dunno whatcha goin for....but...you need ta stop//
You just a spectator in the game...Im somebody you need ta watch!!!

HAH!!!!!....NEXT!?!

Just cause the namez throwback don't talk smack
Cause remember how macks black get ya more swollen that B-Mac
Lick lips u piece of bitch shit think he tight watch ya step
Cause a '9's heading ur way so now watch the tech(TECH9)
6 line minimum

Repp the Gangsta Spot? .. Probably Thats Invested With Herbs.
The Only real 'THROWN BACK' thing i seen is was and now his Verse

ionno ..
6 line minimum

Even though a nigga hood rich and I rock ice/I still spray dis thang on ya block iight/


You think u gangsta wit name like Chrome/I got 12 guage puttin holes in ya home/One mite go threw ya window to ya phone/So ya bitch ass cant call 911/Instead you gonna have to bust back wit da Chrome B B gun/I'll have yass screamin 9/11/when its just a 187/U see me on da black rag on ma head/Like im tryna be da taliban/Wit clique thugged out wit some hitmans/Ready to do driveby out da out caravan/And it aint ever plan/Better cough up 10'g/Cuz i got 10 G's dat be killin man/If u think u can hide in da club cuz im underage/I toss security few bills cuz they underpaid/Watch me shut down Club nigga/ wit about dub niggas/Wit clips like #2 pencil/Cuz they fully loaded lead/Aimmin at ya head/Click Click to ya table wit ya clique/Yeah yall know dis nigga da dead/Or flat out crack ya dome/Wit a black handle crome thang/flagwrapped up/So a nigga cant taste ya brains

you ain't the government so stop talkin about arsenals/
only guns ya draw is on paper freein fat hoes/
man your skills is wrong like retards crip walkin/
you spit don't come right even if ya dick was talkin/
imputent fucker i'll bury ya under concrete/
but you'll probally make it positive and stay deep in the streets/
D rock wit a plaid skirt looking like fruity pebbles/
if you got plugged by iron don't mean you're hard metal/
go back and continue playing with g.i.joes/
while ya mom rocks my iron on t shirt sayin "i. g. hoes!"/

I still remember wen i was at the bottom of RapVerse
Dex is sick, but cudnt make iron better, id b a crap nurse
Typical, believing its good holding Iron man in ur sig
Shows that no one knows you, not one fan at ur gigs
Dont even try throwing a diss back at this alley cat
Your more a backstreet boy you Thomas O'Malley twat!
Im a big boy, talent wise, tower over, your just a freckle
Your mentally challenged at rap, only excuse is ur "special"

If thaz a pic of u up on ya avatar/u best to quit before i stick to da ground like hot tar/Shawt boy look just like a drug out cracka/Real name is pollie so do pollie want a cracka/Cracka dis nigga head and spray up on his sindincate/Dincgratine no delyain up on pretty scented bitch/Hollow tips i send it bitch/Want da beef i end bitch/Dont wanna wait time on white boy so i'll just end it quick/Come down to atlanta and ull see i roll wit gorilla/Atlanta Bannannas/To end da fuckin anna/ So if u wanna try me/U gonna Try IV/stuck up out ya vains/Defeat gon get burned into ya brain/ I interchange to insane/Thats da way i flip to script/Fuck all dese weak ass bitches/They dont wanna it cuz that got girl/So they fuckin hitched

ethiks you have none, your shit is just garbage/ you pop off at the mouth but all your shit is regardless/we pay no mind to you lyriks cuz you have nothing to say/ I guess everyone gets his chance cuz every dog has his day/ you just fucked yours off by declaring to be a rapper/ that rhyme you just spit was inside of a bubblegum wrapper!

^

They call ME young...But YOU the real child in this...
I'll down ya shit.. You dont got the right style for this..
Make me pound ya shit.. Face wrapped around the clips..
You ca' get left doomed..you ca' get clipse witout being wit Neptunes..
Im lookin down on this soldier?..Damn Im murkin this thug..
I shouldnt have dissed you.. it said diss the person ABOVE...

this is by far and away the worst diss iv seen on rV in a long time.

i hope this kid aint comin back

^LOLOL...owned....

Homie u aint even worth my best/Much less my worst/now gettin shit off my chest/Im gonna start with u first/Truly hoe u dont wanna see me/Im da type of G to leave ya ass behind dem trees/Look at ya chest/got red vision for pricision so i can getcha hoe/poision dip hollows tips gone splitcha when i fuckin hitcha do/Commin flagged wrapped ski mask so you betta know/Empty shells from da berreta got getcha on da flo/Dex couldnt touch me when lucky/look funny when whem smaller niggas tryna fuck me bitch/fuckin burryin a niggas/ATL Stomp em into a fuckin ditch/Niggas wit em by assoction u gonna get it to/Rag up on my face black or blue,jus like im wit ma crew/U can get it now or later/Im a trigga mastabator/Snapin on ya bitches like a fuckin gator/Pussy asswhite boy was hopin i wouldnt come back/Cuz i stay so fuckin straped/Not a rubber dick just ya rapid avarage automatic gat/When is send em with venom its gonna start da burnin up into his flesh/Im solid as a Rock fuck ass crackas who keep wishin to test

:shoot: Getcha block mop bitch

yo call me a pussy thats fine you are what you eat
wait that make you a dick, cock or a fuckin pete.
so don't fucking mess that like takin a jugernaut
fuck thug life, you fuck wit me ill kill you if you a thug-or-not
lyrically im better-then-you make more cheddar-then-you
the whole world forget-about-you cuz ill allways be a-head-of-you

i can smash atoms dismantle mics when i grab them/
if this fools verse were talibans iraqis wouldn't back em/
i'll raise his back like pokemon blaze attacks/
play games with ya spine and watch the maze collasp/
these words are rapture and you are masterbating/
just a slave hand get lynched and master's waiting/
you ain't fuckin with gun ya fingers's asexual/
iron write ya life off with bullet that's textual/
perplexual i'll perfect plex you into submission/
and i know that you bite lines like ya had a subscription/
the only assassination is at the buffet lines/
holdin the split peas hostage yellin "all this be mine"/
iron is cold blooded i'll touch ya with brain freeze/
shit this diss chokin ya throat till it's ganggreen/
no respect i'ma even spell ya name wrong (DEE-ROQ)/
you couldn't spit fire even if you swallowed naplam/

(YOU CAN'T BE HARD CORE GANGSTA TYPING FOOL!!!)

They said the heavy spitters'll come out - But lyin man..
How can I take you serious.. Ya sig contains iron man..
Im toyin wit fam.. shit diss me.. never mind it'll linger..
Think you hard cuz you got Ken stickin up his middle finger?
I got the real brain freeze see.. Im what you aim to be..
He couldnt be blessed wit a flow if Jesus came on 'eem..
See how I rip raps?.. My scripts equals claps..
You may make heads turn.. but when I do it people snap..
Grow a dick... Pray to GOD you get my rod niccaaa...
Fuck if ya heart's a mp3.. Im fuckin wit a Ipod niccaaa..

oohh shit young rico it's the cool mutha fucka/
yeah styles like ya sigs chest tryin to fool mutha fuckas/
even if you implant game this niggas liable to crash/
he couldn't tell the difference from mp3 and ipod if it was his ass/
i'm vintage dominate scrimmages with lyrical spinach/
i pop eyes like rubber bands shootin down ya finish/
you right you make head turn and get snaps/
but ain't that what they do in gay clubs for ass claps?/
touche' your real name is Rene Boo V. Yay/
you got frisco fags peep ya verse sayin" OOO HE'S GAY?"/
it's over get to steppin in ya sundress/
i'm let these fags beat ya sayin "he done started some mess"/ :hump:

U dont want none once im rollin somethin stank like a tub of lard/When blow i send The iron to da scrap yard/Marvel Heros aint got nuffin on the Capcom/When pullin triggas/Bustin flames burnin like its napalm/Ya cap gone/Bullets gone off in into ya dome/Black handel desert Eagle and u know da rest is fuckin chrome/I was holdin weapons and dope when i was readin iron man books/Now im on da curve Slangin Gettin all these mans hooked/Watcha u do aint really none of my bizness/Ya fat ass can keep ya head in dem books tryna match viral sickness/Stay close to me homie u mite get sick and start to be jus a little ill/Either way u still catch a cold from fuckin wit me or gettin killed/run up to me and you'll be feelin on dis coldsteel

ok Ms. Indeph/ i see u aint Blind/But u sure is Deaf/When have u everd herd me relate myself to tupac/i just do it two shots from glock/Commin from da drop to ya weak ass block/I know u nigga hatin thatz why u tryna fuck on D-Rock/Ayo homo Only bitches not snitches got ride D-Cock/and nigga fuck da fame i let da dollar represent ma name/As long as im decently payed/Im gonna remain off in dis game/Puttin niggas like u to shame/Call me a fire spittin dragon how i spit da flame/Eyes fire Red wit infra red blingin on ya forhead/So when i release da lead playboy/Ya niggas know ya ass dead/But let me quit talkin about the killin shit for a moment/You throw punches at ma face they will never land on it/I got a heart of cold steel so dis shit break/I got niggas bakin cane wit soda for me/So my cash flowin in like lake/So thaz my answer to da shit that i dont C-Rocks/I got other niggas slangin for me/So niggas please stop/Now lets talk avatars/Cuz how dis shit is bizare/Look nigga really peep this/are you on Young Jeezy nuts/Or U tryna kiss ass on Jadakiss/Its like u worthless nigga Too scared to put his face on da scene/Dont wanna be seen/Scared niggas my recognize him on da T.V./So i guess he has to steal real thug niggas identities/Only reason my pic aint up cuz i dont pose for cameras/Try and diss me again nigga/And everybody gonna see how ima expose ya bamma

Hah!!!
.."please!!!..somebody tell em quick his career is over"..//
call em self D-rock??...he more like baking soda...//
Pure cut...aint nuthin about him says raw...not even close//
peep his post//
"I got a heart of cold steel"..dont you see him FOLKS!!//
hes a wanna be immitaiting another speaker on rap verse//
hes dead...just with out tha church, preacher an a black herse..//
so get ur khak-purse an putcha rhymes in it...//
I know ur back hurts fah gettin fucked..so putcha ur mind in it!!!!(dick suckah!!)

Ayo frank yeah nigga u really something else/Come at me wit rhymes from another dusty dollar shelf/Man u gonna get no where buying from a wackass ghost wrighter/Cuz i'll light u up like gasoline held right over a lighter/Im like usher wit da way im a letcha bitch ass burn/So many bitches tryna fuck so nigga wait cha fuckin turn/U aint gonna make it to heaven/when i hitcha chest/Wit da loaded mac 11/........24/7 starpped up wit my chromed out shovel/ 2 slugs commin out da champer left wit just a smokin barrel/After its all done/Im a lay ya down right wit da devil/Shoot you one more time in da dome cuz i dont want u to live/When i aint on dis Xeno phil i'll even aim right at ya kids/It aint over till i put 1 up in ya head/Have ya ass dyin/Now u livin wit da livin dead

Lol ok how you gangsta when ya ass is from da U.K./ I would laugh my ass off if i hear u say "DIE YOU BLOODY NIGGERS" why sprayin ya plastic k/Dis nigga da opposite from da hoe J'lo/Cant get a blow job/So Call him da played out Han solo/Cuz he be in his mommas basement/Wit his hand going solo/When i got war wit ya proper bitch/Nigga go solo/I'm like Rambo/Loadin da mags up/Im Ragged up/He dont throw up G's/He salad toss dem fags up/I do dis rap shit for fun/Run and gun trick/Dis faggets drinks two kinds of cum/Lickin bums wit a dick and clict/I leave ya ass dead off on any street in da UK/I burn down ya house whenIpluck da roach /After im done puffin on da hay/I look at dis nigga profile as it says he back from da grave/Fuckin wit a young Mafia nigga/Da shits stupid not brave/Im an Atlanta Brave, Atlanta falcon,and an Atlanta hawk nigga/I squees triggers like contrictors to mop ya block nigga/And no Im no T.I. cuz da shit aint serious/Proper Gentlemen beating niggas/Is shit i find hiliarious/Like Samule jackson/Yes you deserve to die and I hope you burn in Hell/I send shots atcha and u know ima hitcha wit dem shells/Cuz the Devil went down to Georgia/So i can reach ya from ATL/And im gonna end dis lil dis cuz u aint worth even this/Rap verse gonna call me coldhearted/Cuz i done shitted on a nigga daz retarted/Ayo do u wanna Ticked to the UNited state cuz ill prove ya ass fake/And Rapverse it aint hard to bustin on King of going Solo/Bush will think Chris is a Terrorist/Cuz Da CIA Saw me Bustin my fo fo/At da logo on his Polo

Lol not my best shit bust still get at me Shawty

this is rap ...."why yall pussies conversin?"..//
Get bitch slapped...If I see you pussies not workin..//
keep wit tha curb servin...cuz Im the one pimpin ur mind..//
Kay-Solo...you homo tell em who's tha one pinnin ur rhymes..//
"D-rock!!"...YEAH!!!...Hes tha 1 inventin ur lines..//
Yall just two fugazzi rappers just pretendin ta shine...Im tha real Deal!!//
I will kill..spit wit no strays..//
Yall fags!! is like a two way street..Yall bitches go both ways!!

HAH!!!!

Ayo cuz U must of got dropped on ya head when u was a little hoe/It took u 4 days to type da rap nigga u too slow/If u gonna take 4 days atleast make it be good/Cuz ya rhymes more fucked up than an asian hoe in da hood/Yeah boy you the real deal/you go for 2 dollars for a free fuck and get mushy/Two things come out of dis bi's mouth/Creamed dicks and pussies/And tell me wat in ya retarted mine made u bust at me wit Fugazzi/Ya brain cells must be dead Like osborne Ozzy/and next time Diss only the person above you/Dont worry about more than one nigga makin it two/Cuz when u come back to current beef/You just gonna have a loaded gun in ya view

PS. Nigga do you have to resort to copy and pastin and switchin a niggas word/Bitch you worse than STD infested bird/Had to hunt bits and peicin of my rhymes/To lick bite and snip/Is da only way u gonna shyne/And their aint no Homo shit up in my game/You tryna bring up false rumors is damn shame/But go on do watcha gotta do To have someone pay attention to ya little bitch/You a digrace to the G game/As if u was small skittle snitch

its niggaz like D-Rock dat make emcees look bad..
spittin novels aint helpin u "c-glory" like a "divine crab"...{crip}
ur vision isn't "20-20" like a "blind chemist" u'll neva "see-labs"...
he not in no gangs, but i left him leakin more "red" than "game-has"...{game is blood}
i'll shoot ya lame ass comp till it collides wit ya head n make ya "brain-crash"...
theres no hope 4 rock cuz he'll "get no betta" should ask 2 "remix cass"...

Ya from the big apple where all the niggaz r cowards
Ya gayness n disrespect is what brought down them towers
Im from Baltimore where all we do is fight
ya like a first time virgin, yooza flirt n ya puss is tight
judgin by ya verse, yooza wigger tryin to be black
dont no u but ya more aggervating the the crabs on ya dads sack
Im pop the top on ya like the lids on the snapple
Ya mamma got fat ass A.K.A. "Big Apple"
Im de flower ya sister gonna make the bitch twork
There aint a fucka worth mention comin outta NEW YORK
ya yooz from New York terriost left ya city torn
Now u sit at ya house all day listen to elton john,wacthin gay porn
Kid go back to school leave dis shyt for the big dogs
Ya lyrics stinkin it up like ya moms pad when it clogs!
Ima bring the heat to ya like a baby from the stork
ya got no hundred guns or hundred clipsbut yooza bitch still from NEW YORK


No hate on new york im not a terriost lover im not a new york hater i like fast joe n ja rule jus usin it as persoansl to bomb him
no hate

lol no prob famski

armada spittin novels in a cypher...you stupid?...
leave ya "face spread next 2 flowers" now ya bitch ridin ya "tulips"...{2 lips}
all that shit u spit is known...mine is exclusive...
u makin fun of my location was really suppose 2 prove shit?...
somebody left they "period in ya mouth" or dats from eatin ketchup...
neither!...got left back in rap if i let u skip twice u still couldnt "catch-up!"...
empty ur intelligence...go head sign off with ur brain drained...
ain u da same lame...
who accidentally shot a cop then like a bitch started playin da blame game??

Yea w/e hahaha

like ya name is emphisizin, ya name starts wit a PRE, ya mad lame
meanin you da PREgame show in im the big game
wtf you no bout shootin cops? shootin bb guns at a pigeon n hopin it drops
get the fuck out my face i got mad rhymes to spit,
mad heads to bust, mad pussy to hit
Parently ya dont no what de flowerin is
It Meanin ima fuck ur sister n make her eat hot jizz
shyt dog This aint a quarter of what i can do
this isnt a battle, fool im not wastin shyt on you
Elevate your game it might make you good
Lesson to learn hear "what u think you can do" you never should!

ight fam squash it unless u wanna get a battle goin

Somebody just got ripped