you keep sittin and rhymin all day long u probly suckin dick/
We could beat you cuz u ain't tha bomb/
I fuck K.C. and then i fuck your mom/
ur father was mad because you was broke/
picked up the mic say yo then you chok/
mutha fucka my rhyms are extatic/
mutha fuck i broght me a matic

i got no words 4 diz bitch dey called cinco
diz bitch was puttin up a gift 4 his boyfriend da otha day from kinko's
he's just a fuccin faggot who luvs 2 grab his ankles, & hit his knees
so i refuse 2 spit ne mo flows bout diz trick ass ho who's heart pumps tea

now d-twizzy u got a lil talent but u need 2 go home & perfect it
shit ur rhymes ur like lil babies who get left in carseats dey r neglected
keep making songs 4 da bitches & leave da hardcore 2 da real niggaz
or next time u waste my time of makin figgaz u'll meet my chrome plated trigga

Poppin off at the mouth like that I believe he's a loose canon/
But I'll tighten his ass up, wit nuts(punches), and bolts(meta's), and leave him standin//
Its kinda amazin that you know what Cinco did for his bf, prally cause you jealous/
You wanna them types that try to get personal spittin lies,and I hate you muthafuckas/
This kat up in here telling dudes what they need to do and if they hot, but he a new b/
Get the fuck outta here posting in every cypher, all over niggihz dick like a groupie/
Oh you mad cause I'm dissin like Nas did Jay, you a net thug, you gone shot me.-lol-/
Bitch I'll lyrically murder ya ass like I'm in Murderous Methods, while ya man screamin for you, "POOKIE"//
You young niggih you aint on my fuckin level like Trill Ville/
Gimmie a mic and fuck it I'wn care if its 5:00 in the mornin I'll flow and diss you still/
The ass whippin so brutal ya grandfather feel, time to start making his Will/
And if you respond after this I'm chase you like you a slave and battle you in the field//

Thou shalt not fuck with MC, or he, face 6 million deaths from Mr. RE, Reaper, blowing niggihz up like a motorola beeper-

now i got a fag like mc's reaper tryin 2 diss me also
fakin 2 b hard & claming 2 b loco
nobody believes da hype cuz ur not even considered a nigga mo like a dyke
ur a bitch 2 cuz u like a person who likes sleeping wit lil boyz in his bed
so next time just stay on ur knees, keep away from da mic, & stay giving ur boyfriend sum head u lil trick ass ho

See what I'm saying this kat trying to get personal but steady telling lies and shits/
This niggih even got the nerve to try and say that I'm a dyke when first I'm a dude, and second he the one talking bout head and dicks/
You need to stop now dude before I slaughter you quick//
You trying to diss me but you falsifying ya personals/
"fakin 2 b hard & claiming 2 b loco", I never said I was, You lurkin dude/
I'm telling you now b4 I put a L on ya record you bettah chill wit trying to diss me/
Cause I'm lyrically inclined to flow shit that'll fuck up ya mind and flow scriptures that'll hit thee//
Huh, these damn newb's.

now i got 2 bitches tryin 2 diss me now
1 named mc reaper & anotha called untouchable who r bout 2 both get clowned
1st off who da fucc is diz bitch reap tryin 2 say i'm fake
ho ask ur mama who's da real thang cuz i fucced her wit a rake
know u think ur da shit, ur softer den a brode's clit
so shut ur lip b4 i split ur wig

now diz trick ass ho untouchable u'll get ur punk ass merked
ur pussy cuz if i catch u in dez streets i'll have ur ass gasping 4 air in my trunk
so stop pretending like ur sumthin ur not which is real & want static
cuz when i start 2 blast my glocks in ur direction u'll run like when a dog c's a rabbit
sicc of pussies like u & ur luva reap, tryin 2 creep, play hard but beg a thug 2 chill when i run up on both of ya wit da heat seeka

Look



yo This kidz a joke dont eva Disgrace like that Again..:
Spittin Nursery Rhymes like that i thought u was Ten..:
So Juss to let u know im IN-Charge up in dis bitch..:
This kidz so whack he thinks A Punchline is Rich..:

he a joke and disgrace/
watch out he a loose cannon he'll fuck up your face/
complex illness and the best you can say is sikk/
he's doin nursery rhymes? your doin 4 bars thinkin it a spit/
you aint in charge thats me you just a wannabe mc bitch/
punchline ritch? you the one thinkin pop to hip hop is a great switch/
thinkin you greater than me, tellin me to look
bitch i can already see!/

complex illness know look ho
i'll let u know i'm da ring masta in diz circus which means i run da sho
don't get ur azz whipped tryin 2 get a name 4 urself
cuz afta diz verse i'll blaze ur bitch azz & lay ur ho ass down 2 rest

nigg u a faggot they shold call the all men raper
cause ya fruit cake ass touch more niggaz butt then toilet paper
cause to me those 2 barz u have up ther is funny like a circus clown
and if u dont like u should whipe ya stupid smile in to a nike sign up side down

complex im just writin what the cypher is about it aint nothin personal and when you write you make no sense you need to type the words right, "yo his kid think he good", i think you meant to say "yo this kid", but aint sure.

C'mon anybody take me now u bunch of clowns
Im CS and Im the best in kickin your ass down
I've observed ur attacks and replies
What I noticed is that Loose cannon thinks he flies
But i'll tell ya man,
I will kill ya man
When I see a fly i squeeze it in my hand!
This with no problem because when CS is released nuthin can stop him
50 cent, eminem obie or this bitch Lil' Kim
i accept nobody to come on my team
Because I alone represent all the scene
My only goal is to make it to the bright screen

nigga V.S. me for sure u gonna drown so i suggest u stay above water
cause when i rip u i'll have u ''sqaured'' up like a picture frame broader
if u bite me u kno i gotta slap ya bitch ass back
wit a 1-2 combo and i'll having yellin in pain in the lex-louger torture rack :banghead:

Black inq black inq u can do nothing blaq ink
Drownin somebody man what do u think?
U claim to be a killa but look whos dyin
CS got the fake ass blaq ink cryin
Ur logo looks like the one from the nba
But u cant even shoot well man ur so gay
Otherwise u woulda reached me
But u ur not even close to me thats all i see
U know ur the kinda nigga dreamin of bein thug
but lets be honest man u a punk and never touched to a drug
U put a smiley with a smg to make u feel strong
But its as ridiculous as a shemale wearin a thong
Now u wanted to drown somebody
I drowned u wit black ink blaq ink im sorry

a lot of fuckin words for the lil bit punches u throw
cause u gettin outta line dont let me straighten u out like a direction arrow
the way u flowin nigga ya ass swear u a veteran
but my flow is sick it couldn't be cured wit a doctors presrciption medicine
nigga so u can call blaq-ink a fuckin punch line monster
like a taliban im blowing up ya spot like a fuckin rocket launcher

now a bitch like cs is claiming 2 b da best
but really ur a fuccin bitch just like da rest
neva cum on rp tryin 2 diss me a yun ass g
cuz i'll str8 pistol whip ur ass in da captivity
i can c ur new 2 diz which means ur pussy & ur heart pumps piss
cuz if u try 2 cum bacc i'll pimp ur azz & make u my bitch

i don't give a fucc nemo
nebody who wants 2 diss me fucc it bring ur azz on
don't forget i'll b bacc on here 2 check
just my gat blasting dez lyrics i spit r aimed str8 at ur chest
unlike da rest i'm da best i can annhilate ne ho tryin 2 cum & test
diz shit here is 2 strong 4 a vest 4 protect ur chest & drome
i don't discriminate ne sex or gender can get it & feel my nickel platted chrome

Fall on ur knees cuz CS is back in service
Thats what ur mother did and she gave me more than a kiss
Yeah nigga, she got a dam big mouth
Like her son but at least she sometimes go outside her house
Cuz lil Blaq ink outside his slum dont know nothin about the real world
Thats why u wont get me with ur bunch of hesitatin bad words
So u consider urself as a taliban u make me laugh
U talk bout u havin a rocket launcher u make me cough
I see u more as their woman with a hidden face
Yeah, a tissue to hide your ugliness
Blaq ink, ur a very special case
I never seen such a loser of ur race

nigga u funny cause u typing like u got the crown for this cyhpa
cause ya fuckin flow is full of shit like a baby's diaper
u can in-hale then ex-hale my style like it was a fuckin blunt
cause ya 2 lil barz aint nothin but a fuckin promotional stunt
cause now u in knee deep shit, dog looks like u in trouble
all the crazy stunts u try u still could beat me even if ya punk ass had two stunt doubles

Yo

Yo What the fuck is Black Inq we got another new one....:
Rhymez So Whack Ur Battles im suprised u chould win 1....:

It's funny how your wack ass can boast/
Already in Dissing threads and got bout 12 post/
Im sorry nicca but i got a vaccine against ur Complex Illness/
You da reason my parents divorced YOUR MOMS was my dad's hoe mistress/
I'm the lyrical healer to your I absurb lyrical sickness/
After i spit these six lines ur dick got supersized *you prolly wanna hit this*/

SPOKENBLUNTLY

You speak blunt like ya punches/
All of em you throw I eat for lunches/
Give you a look to kill and blood I spill/
See you wearin dresses with frills/
This shit is a thrill for me for real/
Each breath and word I mean and feel/
Shove a skewer in ya ass an put ya on my grill/
You shish-kebab nigga, an don't go messin with my meal/

SPOKEN BLUNTLY THIS FOR U AHAHA

Yo LOOK CHECK IT


Yo This Gurl askin I Prolly Wanna HIT THAT....:
This Bitch Fat, i'd Rather Fuck my CAT....:
Ya Breath and Pussy Stinkin Shove Down a Tic-Tac....:
Well This Fact, Is True Spoken Bluntly got a Bitch-Sac....:
gurl ur mistake was takein up a Spot in the Rap Game....:
Cause if u got a man im suprised u Probley Look The SAME....:

RIDDLE ME THAT this for u iight 1


Look Check it


Yo My Flow Will Clip this kat makein u Scared....:
My Punches is Rare,Spot the Glare,Leave this bitch wit no HAIR....:
Imma Grip This Shit rippin this bitch like i had to TRy....:
Im Wise Wit it in De-Scize wit it This verse will make u die....:

If i injected morphine in a frame, you still gon feel dis
inject chu twice and have you die of a complex illness
And it just so happens u first on my shitlist
And shootin me is like shaq at tha 3,ya guarunteed 2 miss
Quit rappin, hip hop aint for faggets
Ya flow is like my step moms cookin,ya bad at it

please b da truth is u got no punchlines Prince.....
leave lumps on ya head like some DRUM line PRints....
june 2004 when u started rappin on dis site...
but on da real since march 89 nigga i been nice....
but PhAnToM comin out so peeps jus try to stop me....
Like a see threw paper..i cant be ripped and u cant copy....
leave u merked ma flows bizzurk nigga u a jerk....
leave blood stains on ya shirt...but u a pussy stop wearin skirts...
nigga im da sickest when it comes 2 rappin...
when ur ripped nigga be askin...What Happen?...
like a 2 peice cow nigga we got beef double deckerd...
im out u ass nigga O...1 like yea record.....

Aiight homosexual u don poped sum shit off
U remind me of my grannys teeth cuz the shit chu speak is false
I caught chu in ya siblings room tryin on lip gloss
I got heat thatll leave u fired like im a corporate boss
Yea im 0-1,.....due to disqualification
How a newb gon dis me and no one knows his identification


Pussy!

nigga i dont need idenification jus ask ya mom...
Nigga u like a broke down iragi plane, u cant drop a bomb...
Lip gloss? nigga u prolly kno every flavor...
dis nigga is so gay he takes dildos 2 savor...
dis man is ass and i wish hed jus Confess...
da way he talks about his family so much its like hes into incest..
If i could put ya body in a casket i would...
when u dead peeps gon say "he wusnt even good"...
so get at me i might me a fuckin rookie...
but i didnt have 2 spit SHIT for u 2 be shook b...
nigga u prolly think u nice cuz u rockin a PAC shirt...
beatin u in a battle please...nigga dats like clock work...
only way u'd kno be is if u was a stalker.....
afta ma punclines i'll hand u da fone so u can call ya doctor...











COWARD!

Punch Line Prince its for u




Yo This Kid must be Dumb Talk about ya step mom ya Bitch...
...This Lady's a Big fat ho and
God made her wit no clit,He replaced it witta Dick...

Hey complex illness how bout chu get some rap lessons
Sit down,grab a desk son cuz school is in session
Punches will make ya top fall like stripper undressin
U cant even text rap,isnt that a little depression
As for u Phantom ima split a few organs thats vital
Beat chu wit your esophogus,so u cant try for american idol
Battlin me is too risky man its dam near suicidal
And both of you girls suit up,its time fa ya ballet recital

:shoot: Cocksuckas!! :shoot:

Look

If This A Competition u no im winin im almost done i whould kill u at birth ...:
Cause the only Competition ull beat me in is minute man cummin cause u doin it first...:

DONT EVEN NEED TO TRY TO DISS HIM HARD>>>::
CAUSE MY PPu nches connect leavein u with Sevral SCARS

yo dog aint nothin bout u complex, u pretty easy,
i cha$e dollaz, im about cash money like lil' weezie
this wack mofucka claiming he ill
talkin real gangsta who u claiming u killed
u a homo thug talkin about seein anotha man cum
its deeper than that i'll snatch ur kids and won't ask for ransom


damn im 2 nice for this i freestyle all day get at me

YES! finally a noob to this site thats rapped before/
no more wack-galore, i can tell from that rap-i saw/
out of wisdom i aint gonna diss'em, id rather diss complex/
cos this guys hittin the bitch, im wid'em, cos im sick of noob wrong-sex/
you know what i mean... the mom sex gay sex that the noobs love to play with/
every 2nd rhyme, is full of incest or big dicks, some shit, makes me wonder who to flame next/
what illness? i bring it to you, the kid drops a shit punch, expects the rest of us not to ridicule,/
thinks he wins the match, but if he did the math, they not even the same mount of syllables/
go audio anyone would rip the fool, cos usually biting doesnt fit the rules/
ive seen that line posted and cyphered by like five different kids than you/
a typical newbie, say u didnt try when we all know that was ya best/
been a few weeks rappin or less and the toys still wack as the rest/
knows no hip hop, next he'll ask how to mix or fade between decks/
or break with out breakin his neck, the dude wasnt made for the shit he likes/
mc's but how long will the bitch survive? soon he'll battle and get ripped at mics/
if you battle someone with power, then they shower you with punches how could you win'nit?/
cant flow for shiznit this kid aint with it, that bar took him 2 hours, this shit took me two minutes/


in case u didnt catch the drift that was for complex illness


peace

Jump on the band-wagon gangin' up on Complex cuz his brains laggin'
Humpin Princes hand beatin' YOU in a contest of masterbation
It's about time you realise time travel doesn't exist fuck-whit
How you gonna kill him at birth when ya brains the size of a clit??

fuck man, who was that at? hard to tell what that wack bitch bringin/
how am i sposeto tell him off, when i cant even tell who the cats dissin/
punches non existent, either that or theyre missing, so i cant flip'em/
easily rip him, any post he boast i roast with almost no bars being written/

peace

Its obvious who I'm dissing if you read the fuckin' verse
Wouldnt know where you was if you read on the wagon "Hearse"
Truth is you're an illiterate faggot who can't rap so can it
Wouldnt know a punch of I introduced you before I slammed it

lol Ozzy wtf u thinkin u suck spend some time workin on yo lines and please start saving some punchlines for special occasions I'll show u what I mean.

Ozzy people like you really piss me off/
but u more stuck up like a tipoff/
u can't see me I'm not R.Kelly I ain't gotta fly/
u tryin to prove u street but why u gotta lie/
u on the wrong team if u think u winnin/
over here we breakin dutches and drinkin wit president clinton/
for all u fakes that think u the greatest/
like Ozzy u must be dreamin u contemplaters/
I'll give u niggas a street dream/ "Here is a real punchline Ozzy"
give u a beatin worse than rodney king/
you'll get more camera exposure than Janet Jackson's nipple ring/

lol here we go...

page one to my handbook, both of you stop rappin'/
ya lyrics are like a bathroom, im ready to take a crap-in/
you tryna ta teach this dude skillz, but first you gotta be ill/
or else you passin down pointers, that belong in a land-fill/
that punch that you spat, was as weak as ya farts/
seein ya asshole partakes in the Jackson arts/(mike, andhes a fag)
nigga i waste punches, cause in my brain they in-finite/
be hardcore like an anal ring, no choice but to be in-famous/
basically i rip this shit, wit my lyrics i play pin-the-donkey/
since 60 percent of this, is primarily confused honkeys/
i'll leave you wit some wisdom, dont be what you cant walk/
cause when you come to bat, words are cheap, and you mostly talk/....