Yo emcees wait I'm about to purate and creamate the one they call cream/
U-E must got this wanna-be g green with envy cuz beating Countree is a dream/
You can't touch VP, I ain't ever round, I'm always high, Listen to the sound... you die/
Congrats you can spell, but ya goin' non-stop to hell, I do this double time like "Imma Tell"/
WHen you battle, you get "raped" so bad, you'd think your in jail takin' it up the ass/
So don't get mad, Cuz you tea-bag your dad you fag, I'm just VP putting you in the "state of Missouri"/

So you think yous a pimp, whatchu smokin?
couldent walk with a limp if ya leg was broken
only pimp I know is Too Short, an you ain't form Oakland
i'ma have to set ya straight, if I see you in tha county
i'm tha type of nigga 2 take ya plate
an if you say something nigga i'll shank ya face

I'll Shake village pimp like N64 rumble packs//
Nise bout to pop off wit a steel humble gat//
He ain't no big dogg, village sorta like a tunnel rat//
Kid's soft like funnel cakes, can't really rap neither//
Got a baby style fever, to young to die - so I - can take his soul like Ether//
Grab the heater, the cougar and my 2 nines//
Shoot da shottie at villages head just to splatter his mind..

..Nise..

How can you comment that the fucker cant rap?
When your attempt is shit doped with crunch crap...
Aint no dick, so you get a dildo on a strap,
But you aint got the thrust to bust up the groove,
And trust dawg, you really aint nothing to proove,
Nothin to lose, so if that was your best shot,
If thats all you can say, then peace out homie, this shits too solid to spray...

But fuck this shit, damn, I aint much better,
You can say I lost my rhimes and my style with each letter,
You can say I sound like I'm freestylin off'a gone stale fetta,
I can tell your gonna pick up shit bout me bein british,
So, lets get it over with now... before the finnish -
A female MC, white trash ALBI'
Albino, thats right, cus you cant see no - Tan
Mother fuckin ho's run up at me like IM THE MAN...

Cus fuck it, take pen to paper, wanna measure with me - then book it,
Its whatever, whenever, if you can then lets endevor...
Cus you can insult me till the end of ever,
But i'll still beat your mother fuckin punk ass,
Spit it now, I bet it wont last

Albi ain't even follow the rules and I still barely laughed//
Instead of 6 lines min. this bitch wrote me 3 paragraphs//
Tryen to be like Em from 8 mile and dis herself on how she's white trash//
Meanwhile her rhymes equivalant to wipen my ass//
Someone call the coroner cause I'm snipen'er fast//
How bout you just stop rappen and stick to a lady's task...suck a dick trick

..Nise..

"Albi aint even follow the rules"

Yo, rules were made to be broken,
So shut ur fat ass mouth, heres a token

I aint tryina be em, shit, I'm white trash?
Your fuckin smokin ash, mixed it with some hash...

I dont suck dick, I got class, why dont YOU stop Rappin and keep that dick stuck up ur ass - fagit

shhhh....
This bitch must love poop in'er mouth cause she won't stop talken shit//
The only time she spits hard is after sucken my dick//
She's more fruity than grapes bout to get plucked quick//
Shit, I see six lines so what you mean you braken the rules?//
Your like a Nerd watchen your watch just waiten to be cool//
Albi gotta be a fool, wit no questions asked...sayen you got class? why don't you keep the lies till last!..

..Nise..

(Dawg that was tight!)

Ok, Ok, Nise got some lines,
If Ive been suckin his dick, heres some of mine...
1inch expanded to two, I suck that shit so good he came right through, I suck on dicks, clits, tits, balls, you name it, I see no shame in it!
I'm a dirty ass whore, tame aint it?
So I'm nerd huh? Just talkin shit bout it like u gonna murdah, cus the only shit round ur dick is your hand dog, rub it hard cus ur palms ur only lover, oh sorry, I forgot, you fucked your mother

Stop the act..Stop ya rap//
Bout to change my 'shoes' to 'Timbs' and 'stomp' this brat//
Albi still couldn't 'hit hard' if she had a 'steel bat'... I gotta steel frame//
Albi goes to 'Milton Bradley' to buy herself some 'game'//
When you see my name, you know it's Nise not disgrace//
Thas to bad, Albi's life's bout to be misplaced...

Nise

Oh shit, I'm quaking in my boots, I'm fillin pants quick with this sudden fright that I gonna piss,

Scuse me if I take a hit on this, cus it seems to me the Nise can only miss, funny really how he clarified his "murdah" diss,

Lemme bend over, give u my ass to kiss, seems im first on his list, seems he's gonna send me down to ground so I'm six-feet under,

and I begin to wonder if this is simply thunder, cus he cant strike with lightning, with his "oh so frightning" talk about one-way fighting,

And nise when I see your name, I think bout what it must be like to hold up such shame, to be a lame rapper in this battle game, to be confused about his own discrace, seemingly he's forgot his place...

Take it from behind son, you dont wanna taste,

basically i think both of yall need to shut the fuck up/
nise, aint it time that u just fuckin gave up?/
albi, i think its time to eat some tea and crumpets/
cuz it seems to me your knickers are gettin all in bunches/
both your raps are weak, its really makin me laugh/
u sit here talkin bout stickin a dick up in eachothers ass/
u kno wat i think, yall should just get hitched/
cuz apparently, yall both love talkin bout the dick/
dont realize, youre just wastin your time?/
sittin next to your computer, pathetically tryin 2 rhyme?/
cuz its quite clear to me, yall aint goin nowhere/
i hear theres a queerfest in england, mayb you can have your honeymoon there/

I'ma bout 2 put tha cypher on lock, handz down
tha fuck is a hamtown.. soundz like a fat ho
a lyricist but you rappin bout snacks doe
strapz i pack those, cock back n clap those
screens fall down in a Hummer, ride around watchin Dumb and dumber
after I post this i'll probably run game on ya n get yo number

lyrical smashin,threatz get a beat-down//
streched out on his block, now call his city Dead-Town//
im back in da thread,postin,roastin any1//
i think u like bein dissed...u always above me son//
b0ut ta black out on dis premature punk//
melt em wit hot lyrics,even his spirit is fearin my spunk//
u online so plz reply back//
or imma roll up on ya whip,empty shellz were u and ya guys at//
see me da red chucks and khacki suited//
like bone thugs record label dis soldier is ruthless//
dont be foolish thinken u can hang like clothes-lines//
run up,i hold my..ground..dont get clothe lined...down//
imma just stepin in unannounced//
half da spittaz became quittaz...can u see? they all bounce//
da fuckin phenomenon dropin bombs like da iraq thugz//
i clap clips,and flip bricks and krack backs wit slugz//
re'up on drugz weekly//
and im not digestible so no rappa can eat me//
play da wall,or get smacked up son//
head butted wit da gun,and i kinapp ya son//
hold em for ransome till u give up da mic//
play stupid,like cupid..slugz to ya heart taken ya life//

lets go

I live my raps, whatchu really know bout bricks
an stackz, be in all black with ya gat behind a skee mask
ready 2 blast an put a nigga on his ass
see you ain't a thug, never touched a weapon
weak lil bitch on tha cypher half steppin
fuck a gun, nigga i'll box ya
better yet drop ya, n after dat maybe I'll pop ya

boi plz,i'll get da pattle and put it to ya facial//
get misplaced bro,kick ya ass real slow//
i just killed u..dont lie//
whip ya tears away...dont cry//
its only da net,nothings to be taken wrong//
dis my last reply for now...im taken da rest of da day off//

When ya gonna learn, you play with fire you gon get burned
cause i'm hot, an you not.. you should not
diss me with any sorta rhymes that you got
thats off top, fo I knock... yo ass out dis cypher
i spit fire, da king of dis shit nigga so you can call me tha sire

nigga u aint no king... more like u tryna dethrown me/
after i whooped yo ass in that battle u started to clone me/
got heat? homie go on an show me/
ya girl dont even know me but stay tryna blow me/
some of ur postz i dont even notice like a freckle from a distance/
tryna leave off ur rhymez anu gonna be usin insence for breath mintz/

ok so u say u rep texas/
well dawg let me show u wut teks iz/
u gone end up having chest pains/
when the lead hit ur faces/
yes dawg dat hot shit leave u restless/
n u claim ur name ghost/
well get at me i can show u whut death is

i done been to the southside of chi where niggaz ride 4 different typez of rimz/
how the fuck u got a computer when i see all them crack stimz/
get the fuck out my cypher/
call me father cause im bout to put yo ass in a diaper/
aint no thang for me to diss u/
kill u an be at u funeral handin ya momz a tissue/

I done told ya, you don't want it with me
i'll fold ya, with da 45 i'll flaunt it so you can see
like T.I said tha drama ain't nothin 2 me
your as dumb as can be, just stay in ya place
leave rap alone.. become a Pastor like Mase

become a pastor like mace?
Fuck ur so slow, I threw my fist and it went right past'ya and in the face'
Cut u up so quick, then leave without a trace,
Drain your blood so quick that when it drips its still blue,
Dry your veins so their so dry its a drought through and through,
Watch your blood clot, till its thick enough to make black pudding...

damn, who is this mothafucka comin from yorkshire
who sent this bitch a letter "Whack emcees for hire"
rhymes so weak, easily crushed through
yeah we got beef bitch! fuck you!
dont even challenge peeps to battle, with rhymes like that
cause once they drop their verse u wont be able to fight back

Yo Kuniva, you even know what you talkin bout?

Cus dude, without a doubt, you aint got style to play, you aint even got room to say the shit you say,

So that was your verse? And this is me not fighting back?

Fuck it dawg, you talk like your some nigga who aint even black!

A gay fuck still in the sack, A bitch but without the rack, A cunt without the pussy, a Pimp without the hussy,

Shit, if my rhimes are so weak then why waste your time? Surely battling me is your worst and best crime?

*albi*

This is my cypher, so you needa bounce like a bad check
do you really have teks, If i passed you tha choppa
could you handle it or loose control an shoot ya legs
couldent cut shit, grab a onion cut dat instead
rap ain't ya job, go back to dat head
from yorkshire, well around hea i'm tha king.. so go ahead an call me tha sire

Threatz? Is that manna be a symbol?
Your no man, you do ballet with feet all light and nimble,
When you spit, your words dont fit and they crumble,
You try battle, but you choak and then you stumble,
And your really that blind you think your the king?!
Fuck this shit dog, I take royal cus every line I spit - I sting

Every line you spit.. makes me laught
how can someone rap an sound like trash
no lie, i'ma let ya kno might bust a lil flow
Threatz neva been a ho, mayn I done stole tha show
mayn I done broke you off get up off me tha muthafuckin boss

u couldnt be the boss of a fuckin class room/
nigga get up off the cypher hop back in the whom/
or get yo asshole filled wit the end of a broom/
got gatz like drawz so i stay switchin em up/
u like a hip hop cop snitchin when im rein up/
just use ya brain befor u blab ya lipz again/
witness protection program be relocatin u to switzerland

i dont know where to begin, but one-thing, and i know u saw it coming/
your rhymes are nothing, no punch no flow, keep that in mind next time u say something/
by running rhymes through ya brain usually processes occur, or so ive heard/
these processes are used to see and deterr from mistakes made in ya words/
i can see from your work you did not think before u started rhymin/
my analyzing cant be wrong, the evidence is in what your citing/
what your writing there is a complete and utter waste of space n room/
ya taste in punches is the costume of what you would want to write if you were new/
namely where you wrote, and i quote "get yo asshole filled with the end of a broom"/
ya grammar skills are below par, so far, they dont seem too strong/
didnt give off a good impression when u spelt *womb* wrong/
probably a 12 year old primary school kid, u know nuthin bout hard lifes, a fool-with/
rich-bitch characteristics, this kid tries to inflict mental anguish but surely aint the sharpest kid in the district/
hit-miss is what he plays hopes and prays that his rhymes are writ the right way/
that he can for another day pretend to be a good mc, only to betray/
himself fooling himself into thinkin hes skillfull, givin a fistful to even more wishful new rappers, then he thinks his shits-good?/
u gotta be jokin, either u smokin, or you just plain stupid/
most cats when they step up to rap dont know what to do-then/
ur no different, the guy above yous at ya level and you think u rule-him/
aint it the truth, ghost, you raps are nuthin, mine are *(f)phatter* than *glucose*/
do-post another, please, i insist, could be your chance to repute, ghost./
or better yet stay mute ghost, cos the second you do drop a second post/
even if others reply ill still aim my rhyme at YOU ghost

This One Man Band Need 1 Damn Hand

Yo' one man band, I dont seem to think you understand, what, is your head so far up your ass you cant stand?//

Cant see land, all you see is your intestin, when you rap its like a fucker screaming "one, two, three - testing testing testing" //

Yet your shit is kinda interesting... likes mothers and sons and cousins insesting, your so fuckin shit, you need to be gagged before arresting, cus that mouth is just plain full of it, sorry i meant full of shit... My bad, heres a gun, put it to your skull and then pull at it//

Six lines at the least, this mother fucker wrote six plus one, multiplied by three, thats way more than he should need... and he calls himself an M-C, took him 21 lines to diss, thats just weak...//

You know, he's a one man band cus he aint got no friends, no one who can defend his mother fuckin punk ass, sounds to me like he been smokin too much of the good-grass, cus he's not even in a rank, he's still in third class... Who the fuck let him take the mic? he shouldnt have even passed//

talkin bout the other persons head be suck up there a**/yours is jus' as bad/i think you jus' need to change your pad/you say u have a d*ck but we really dont kno/but i really do know that you really do blow/ur a f*ckin ho/ha ha ha that no 1 wants/you say your a mc but you jus taugnt/which mean to mock/ur jus' a big f*ckin C*CK/

How you gonna think life is made, bitch you even graduate the second grade?
Ain't no fucking wonder you never been laid
Writing unbearable, fucking wack ass disses
You try to hit with that no dick shit but your stuff just misses
Only time you ever seen a cock is in a public shower
Bitch you just jealous, I stet up and you start to cower

albi, you clearly dont know shit about me/
check previous pages, i burn anyone that doubts me/
yo, dont just call me shit, think and expand/
cos somethin i do must be workin, wheres your "damn hand"/
man, i recieve more props than a stage show, a born pro/
u show us ya lame flow,and ive seen the same post that you boast/
posted by so many newbies, any one sane knows, it was bit like a lamb roast/
i could say-more, i could go on ferever bout how boring you are/
i cant understand why u criticise MY amount of bars/
its just the truth, i bust, but you suck, i could do/
the shit you-pull, in one line, wouldnt even need to rhyme line 2/
notice the shit i do? complexity itself? i bet this bitch cant tell/
how i easily excel in all aspects of the raps i dealt/
i dont need any of my many friends to defend me when im challenged/
cos usually good emcees dont get they friends to write during battles?/
i took 21 lines to diss? but who the FUCK cares?/
its quality not quantity, but in my raps theyre both there/
i dont like to diss a fucker and leave him before shit gets good?/
i cant just say "mother fuck you put a gun to your mouth" i do wat the best would/
its called analyzation, i pick out puches that dont meet my expectations/
and times when ya flows more up and down than masterbation/
the lines in ya last verse had NO relation, whatsoever/
hell, no other lines were any better, vocabulary so small, he ends up rhymin by the letter/
one syllable per end of line maybe at times there was an inner in a line/
where he desperately tried spice up his rhymes/
... blah... cant bb finishing.. im on the phone...

and u bastards better not diss me coss i didnt finish...lol

just for the note... ALBI is female... thats all

okay i want o say 1 d*mn thing/you don't even no my real d*mn name/and why do you yhink your so good at this game/you can't rap you need your lyrics shoved up your a**/sry i forgot your heads up there so there is no room/god i wish i could plain your dome/you say i don't go though 2nd grade/now what'z up with pullin that sh*t on me that a never been laid/neither have you/so now wat you gonna do/so go make up some more of you're gay a** ryhms/

i wasn't even above you, but still you seek me out
you shit is unique - no doubt
but that's only because nobodys dumb enough
to think of this shit, bet you think your tough
using my lines back up on me, but dont you see
that i am superior to you, flowing and lyrically?

You can't be superior cause I reign supreme//
Line all ya boys up, and I'll bang ya team//
Rearrange your dreams...Show you what evil really do//
If you a 'shadows edge', really ain't nobody seein' you//
Except for that red light, steady beamen you//
I'm like a maid strapped wit heat so best know I'm cleanen you..

.Nise.

ok ok, enough of the gay jokes//
you homo, talkin dick like a cheap movie flick//
and whats this shit bout changin your pad//
the only thin changin is your rubber from all them male asses you had//
that aint bad, thats just the beginnin,
you'r like that psycho from the shinin,
fuck psycho you just shit yourself and start hidin//
''big fuckin cock'' you say,
the only cock is you kkbug, lettin all da jews fuck your brother doug on the bedroom rug//
you should be ashamed of yuself g//
dissin albi when your the one with h.i.v//

yo, man im done , im gone//
il let the other members piss on you wishin you were never born//

screw flowin to a beat ill juss -say it straight-/
juss nod ya head,give a smile and -obey it,great-/
now that i got u listn'in/this is your christn'n/
u couldnt carry a fuckin beat even if u was whistlin'/
im instagatin' and shit its ok/ill make a getaway,in a bronco like OJ/
and flee the crime scene/your face is all lime green/
your gettin sick and throwin up from my vocal tim-ing/
im grind-ing gettn down and dirty with my nine/
-untitled- likes to cypher ,but with us, shit thats fine/
and dandy,comes in handy,/when we wanna tear em up/
-untitled- look at the clues they cant be clear enough/
can you fit the picture?if not ill flip your fixture/
combine all my ingredients and whip the perfect mixture/
so i can bake sum cookies/that say lookie-lookie/
this cats fuckin whack ,hes a mothafuckn rookie/

most rappers is okay but this guy sucks/ he sound like he dont fuck pussy he be the gettin fucked/ really he need stop and give rhymin a break for a while/his whole lifestyles fragile and shit i hope that wuz a freestyle/ cuz if it wuzent that kids buggin/ i ce truckin and movin from state to state wit weight and a eagle that ll eat ya face rip ya gums out ya mouf and watch ya teeth fall down south/