tru_playa_slaya btich i'm bout to slay-ya,
wat u gunna do when these nines bout to spray-ya,
nigga i'm 1 in a million,
u hold the mic like a man but spit like children,
man yea there's guna be sound when u get sprayed by fo rounds from these fo pounds,
and big j please dont even try to battle-me,
cuse u can neva beat me i neva say die like duracell bateries,
u get battered-G, yaw cant shatter-me,
man yo heads like a bullet proof window 3 inches thick,
with a pic from the simpsons u got yoself thinkin that u slick,
now i'm gettin hate from rookies from canada and las vegas,
yo rhymes about as out dated as segas,
what nigga u 16 17 gettin burned by a nigga fo-teen,
u would probably shed ta tears if my rhymes was mo-mean,
mo-lean conproof be my rap team,
crushing yaw wack weak emcees, now yaw actin like my enemies,
yo murda be dealth with stealth like all my felonies,
nigga i'm nasty, yo rhyems can neva go past-me,
past-mine now burnin yaw emcees is a fun past-time,
fuck u 2 weak rappers yaw aint no gangstas,
yaw jokers, trill leavein the mic to detonate,
fuck with me n i leave u to cremate.

Man trill is that all you had on me
couldn't make a good rhyme if you got it for free
think your bigger then the world and even the sea
man you can rap bout' as good as christopher reeves
you got 5 lines and started on big j
you were probly dreamin of given him a bj
so don't try to diss me again unless it's good
cause you probly just some nigga livin in the hood
don't waste my time cuz i havn't got enough
and give me a second while a take a puff
or a big long drag while your being cuffed
you think your so big talkin bout your nine
man i'm gonna take ya and break your spine
i do this to little bitiches just to here them wine
and to think this started over a bullshit rhyme

man trill can't you come up with your own shit/
the stuff you do make, you repeat and then you think you're slick/
but seriously man you sound like a broken record broken record/
a godd damn vinyl that everyones already herd/
you probably screrd now and lyin under you sheets/
goin back to what you do best, countin those damn sheep/
now this spit is on you but i don't know if you can hear it/
if i ever see you you'll be losin your spirit/
cause you be lyin in the ground under the dirt 5 or 6 feet/i don't know about you man but that shit is pretty deep/
you'll weep at the sight of my gigantic fists/
then you're little wee-wee will go pee-pee /
shit so tiny probably come out in a mist/
but i'll stop this shit right here man, i'll give you a little break/
you probably sittin there in you computer chair cryin your eyes out for fuck sake!

Oh Canada Canada
Whats this aboot(ha)
Fuck around and get burned from the inside out
String you out like taffy but I'm the only one laughing
Hammers to your face and thats before I start axing
I'll shit on you like you were a diaper
Wipe my ass with your face and hop to the next cypher
Flex Havana , squash you like a banana
Like them kids from South Park say, "Blame Canada!!"

Flex Havana is just some weak ass bitch
here i have to have a piss can you shoulder my dick
it's only one you'll see cause you have a small prick
to think you'd be jealous of a baby makes me sick
so heres what i'm gonna do for you
i'll let you have it easy so you don''t speew
man you should think and maybe get a clue
and maybe then you wouldn't be so screwed
you sound like your big, probly think your black
but here i come get ready for the attack
i'll do a drive-by in my cadillac
and you'll run away scared cause you've got no testicles in your sac
you can tell this in your rhymes
so stop wasting time
this is a hint so follow the sign
so know you can go and sip some wine
and whats this shit about blame canada
canada is real and forever
so don't diss my country or i'll have to sever
your leg or arm and put you under the weather
and one last thing don't forget
Puerto Rico's for fags you stupid prick

Temper temper
U seem real nice but only thing Canada's good for is playing on ice
The Puerto Rican's speaking and deleting the weakling
I might be your Dad, your moms flies out here every weekend
The only thing screwed is jo momma
I'm dropping bombs kid call me Osama
I don't think I'm black jus ask my Grandma
She darker than night even with the lights off
I might have a little dick I aint scared to admit it
but the reason I do is cuz U came along and bit it
I got more balls than Tony Montana
Jus say the word and we can go to it partna........

whats all this shit you takin bout my mom
all you know is how to sit on your thumb
you think your cool but nigga your dumb
your boyfriend's suckin your dick waitin for ya to cum
if you call yourself osama then your gonna be missin
caused when i'm done you'll have a new mission
it'll be tryin to find a mountain to hide in
man how's your mom tell her i said hi
though she probly won't remember me she had her face between my thighs
don't worry man you don't have to cry
go somke a j and try to get high
and as for the ice we put them in our drinks
it's called "on the rocks"
but you fags wouldn't know cuz your to busy suckin the cock

Hey everybody this is for Krem,
Kremit the frog, you hear me dog
you dont know me but I know who you are,
your not in my leage, your out by far
this is a challenge, cause you got nothin at all,
your little pal timaluned said you dick was only 2 inches tall,
Ive seen your stuff and you got nothin
If I could here you, I bet youd be puffin
so take some time
write some rymes,
come up with somethin worth sayin
cause at this moment I'll Im doin is playin
so go ahead and write Ill give you a chance
but first go find your balls,
try lookin in your pants

ShortyJ

kremit the frog, bet you had to think hard about that//
i can out rap you lickty splickaty splat//
i know who you are too//
i don't even know why i'm messin with you//
you can't spit like me or tim//
you remind me of little kim//
is you name shortyJ cause your dick is short//
i'm gonna take your faggot ass to court//
cause you rhymin is a crime//
don't even think your rhymes are better then mine//
now come on, do you really think you could fool me//
your just josh, a krem wannabe//
go back to spitting the cum cause that's all you can spit//
fuck it, you might as well go lick your mom's clit//
that's all i'm gonna say to this little shit//
so fuck you buddy, you just gonna end up in the pits//

to the fag true playa slaya
yo you got the lerical abbility of a 3 year old
compared to yours any ones lyrics are gold
dont even bother to write back
you betta shut yo mouth or ill meet you in bithched slapped
if puerto ricas for fags what the hell is canada
you cant ryme and thats just bein honestthe battles over and guess what???? you lost
so how much is this battle gunna cost??
your pride, and you respect
look out because he might infect you with his crappy lyricallness

Mr. PLaya_Slaya
The ice in your drink U can find around my neck
The girl U think U got U can find around my neck
U must be the homo cuz thats all U speak
Like Treach P said your lyrics are weak
Go watch Sesame street and learn your ABC's
Then maybe later can you hang with the Big MC's
I'm not sayin I'm the best but compared to most
It's like I'm the oven in an MC roast
You can continue to post and talk all that jazz
I'll keep coming with the fire and cremate yo ass....

man flex havana i realize that u probly better then me
all that shit i can now clearly see
yes i know that i've been beat
i think i'll take a walk down the street
but whats this shit bout what trench p thinks
give me a second i'll put some anthrax in your drink
take a little sip
see if you like it
next time your seen you'll be strait trippin
by doin this to you i'm doin the world a favor
so while your still livin you better savor the flavor
no one will know your missin
they'll be to starstruck by my bling bling glistenin
so do yourself a favor and don't say a word
cause if you do you'll be flyin with the birds
i'll throw you in my trunk
you smell bout as bad as a skunk
thats why i take you to the ocean
guess where your goin
strait to the bottom
long and forgoten

this is to true playa slaya
Dont want to break it to ya but this is reality/
im'a bout to add you to my list of fatalities/
i grab the mic and leave you breatheless/
ima about to tell you that youre lyrics dont make sense/
youu aint gang banger/
youre a wanna be ryme sllayer/
i dont now how the fuck u can be a gangster if you are from canada/
you should be a police moutain ranger/
ill let youre mummy no you just cooked by a stranger/
just about to let you no that youre lifes in danger/

yo this is to true playa slaya again
yo you should be a backup singer for nelly/
youve only been here for a few days and youre rymes a smelly/
you shold(as hes from canada)be a wannbe tom green dressin up in a dead moose/
no wunder youre mummy be so loose/
she flyes over here every third night/
but dont worry you will stilll have your lunch money/
because i pay for the flight/

ok here we go, this goes to teach P//
i'm gonna teach ya a thing or two, maybe three//
dissin true_playa_slaya, something you don't wanna do//
you mess with him, you mess wit the whole crew//
man you don't wanna mess with a thug//
cause we'll crush you, like a little bug//
your words that you spit, make me crack up in laughter//
their fuckin horrible, like the twin tower disaster//
your gonna end up dead, so you better think before you spit//
stop posting on my thread, you fuckin piece of shit//
don't bother spitting back with one of your gays ass raps//
none of these rappers have time to read your crap//

Oh no watch out here they come
A bunch of wannabe thugz who wouldn't know one
if they seen one
Your man player_slayer was steppin on toes
so me and Treach P had to show him how it goes
Ask him he knows the deal but I guess he had to squeal
Now You come along and want to test the real
Well fuck a thug lets get gangsta
I'm like Tony Montana and U just a Wanksta
We can take this to the streets and make it the battle of the week or U can show your tru colors and show U just weak....

fuck you mr i wanna be a gangsta/
i'll tell your mom that and she'll probably spank ya/
hey man do you think you can keep a secret/
YOUR FUCKIN RHYMES SUCK MAN, THEY ARE REALLY WEAK SHIT/
but thats ok guy everyone already knows/
even your girl, the people she works with, you know the hoes/
this is just a fraction of what i can hit you with you punk ass sissy/
the next time you talk shit about thugz you ass ain't gonna miss me/
so i'll let you go just like a fish/
looks like you have a genie man, and he just granted you i wish!

to treach p....

and what the fuck to you think your fuckin sayin/
if it's about slaya you better be fuckin prayin bitch/
cause he's my crew man and you must be all mixed up/
you say somethin about him then you sayin i'm fucked up/
people don't get away with that type of shit around me/
you wanna talk shit then you come find me/
i'll be happy to take my aggression out on you little bitches/
diss you so bad that you'll turn into bitches washin dishes/
i'm sorry, are you little boys gonna be ok/
you guys teamin up like you are fuckin gay/
you guys are bed buddies hidden in your room/
get so desperate plug your hole with the end of a broom/
so think twice before you mess with the thugs 4 life/
cuase if you do again i introduce you to my knife

Hot damn kid here we go again
Seems like you guys are brothers or maybe its more
Bunch of HomoThugz who got dissed now they sore
Don't test this cuz I will wreck you
Bring your crew and I'll do them in too
I aint afraid of a group of wannabee rappers
U still shit in your draws, go change your Pampers
Sucking your thumb trying to be hardcore
3 of you 1 of me and I still lead the score
If yous think yous "Thugz" lets go to bitch slapped
I'll be waiting with no gloves be prepared to get japped....Muthafukaz

If you wanna battle, step up to the sattle//
2 vs 2, you better not tattle//
Krem and Tim vs Flex Havana and Teach P//
you set it up, we'll see who's the real wannabe's//
so i'll see your faggot asses in the frontlines//
unless your scared, and run away crying//

flex havana biting off lil kim, quiet storm remix we gonna do it again/ so u like rhyming and playing ball...well im going to give u two/
puerto rico swinging strikes 3 and ya out, like the major leagues ima split and change the route/
so whats ya language....can ya ass spit out spanish? it dont
matter.. tu' no quero con esta vato'/
porque yo soy inteligente y mas o menos loco/
ima put ya in a choke hold like jay and 50, wit no gloves no chains wips just my brain/
....nigga im insane but ima' keep it original, no kim just the mobb run deep and im gone.../

deal then u set the battle up, me and flex verse you and ya crew

this goes to krem
i didnt have no beef wit you but anyway......
yo listen man,learn how to spell my name right
if this goes well your gunna be walkin out wit a black eye tonight/
but im struck for inspiration/
cause, if i battle you im pretty low/
but the anticipation of batllin makes me hungry,/
hungry for canadian blood/
you winnin this batlles as likely as its guna flood, in the sahara /
i dont need to pay you out cuse you get burnt in south park all the time/
cant wait to see youre next ryme/
you should be outlawed in all states and made a crime/

you don't even matter man so i don't even know your name/
go do something else cause you no good at this fucking game/
you wannabe who wants a shit load of fame/
in real life people call you insane lerane/
so shut the fuck up guys who doesn't matter to me/
if you don't like what i say then go try to fuckin sew me/
but you a poor ass bitch who can't afforg an atturnee/
if you keep it up you sleepin in a gerny/
if i was you man i'd shoot myself in the head/
make it a good shot cause everyone wants you dead/
so put that barrel right in your fuckin mouth/
your used to that man, your knees are always hittin south!

aight this goes to quicksilver,

who the fuck is this kid//
he's not smart, so he must be stupid//
sendin me a private message sayin you wanna battle?//
fuck man, give your head a rattle//
if your gonna do it, do it right//
goto bitch slapped, and ask for a fight//
go watch get smart, cause your a dumbass//
you don't wanna battle me, i'm out of ya class//
go get one of your friends to retaliate//
cause bitch, you won't be able to initiate//
your like a rapping infection//
headin in the wrong direction//

treach P and flex Havana

you guys ask for a battle, but don't show//
scared to spit, scared to post a flow//
you could of altleast said we quit or something//
so me and tim could win for nothing//
you fuckin pussy's//
stop gettin each other up the touchy//
goto frontlines and post a spit//
so we can see who's better at this rap shit//

so look i here krem loud and clear
he's got treach p and flex all full of fear
they think their some god damn cool
maybe the stupid bastards should have went to school
then their rhymes wouldn't sound like crap
you could make more sence out of zipitty zipitty zap
so listen up and pay attention flex and treach
don't say shit about our crew
or i'll leave your eye lookin black and blue
so pay attention and get a clue
cause nobady really wants to listen to you
you keep your lyrics cheap, it's worse then a god damn jew

HAHAHAHAHHAHA
whut the fuck?
all of ya'll talkin shit and U all suck
Oye Big J supposed vato loco
Aqui llego el Rey vete limpiate tu toto
Creiendo que eres algo serio
pero contra mi es un misterio
Mamabicho tragate esto huevos
As for HomoThugz check the FrontLines reply to me and see who has better rhyme......No me Joda mamao(Big J)

this is to true playa slay and krem
yo, i make you choke like youre chokin on a kornflake/
i have already conceeded that youre mentally and physically a fake/
i'm usin my pwer of veto to vote you out of this game/
put it this way, your lerical talent is just lame/
look out this guys the next hitler/(fucking racist)
i destroy this cat like i am a fucking hitman/
picking him off from the bell tower/
it took this cat like a whole hour/
to write his reply/
this cats so sly he would probably king hit ya while you are asleep/
he is so weak every time he gets burnt he weeps/

heres some beef about the "best crew on rap battles"// <-- (SIKE)
aim for them all in the "head" and leave the "lead" for it to "rattle"//
KNIGHTSHADE PRODUCTIONS i saw how u made the "crew"//
pickin the weakest rappers, straight from outa the "blue"//
guess im spittin this in hopes to spark another "win for me"//
after im done with the crew it will be like "ten for free"//
fuck a "pen" i'll use a "tree"//
only reason i end this peice, is cause i think i got to run and "pee"//

any of ya, hit me up on "bitch slapped" even tho u couldnt do that if u "married a female dog and tryed for domestic violence"!!!

done.

YO IM STEALIN TITLES LIKE I WAS A LYRICAL THIEF/
IT SO EASY CUASE YA LIKE LIL INDIANS WHILE IM PLAYIN THE CHIEF
I AINT GOT NO BEEF WIT NO ONE BUT I BATTLE THE FIRST TO ASK/
AND THEN HE COULD TELL THE REST OF YA HOW SWIFT PUT THE BELT TO HIS ASS

treach P

man look at ya, callin us racist//
we're better rappers then you, just face it//
you didn't even show up in frontlines//
let me guess, you was out committin a crime// (haha flex havana)
your just a fuckin retard//
fuck, you probly ain't even got a car//
to fuckin poor to afford one//
fuck this shit, i'm done//

yo,the only thing youd beat my crew at is ice hockey/(dont you play that heaps there)
so boy stop gettin cockey/
your lucky i didnt show there/
get you in a hold like devils snare/
it wouldnt take much to be king of the canadian scene/
you need me like crack to a crazed crack fiend/
it seems your replys are gettin lamer every day/
you better off findin a nother way, another candidate/
you better be nice to me , im'a bout to decide your fate

good'a mate,i'm a goin have to diss you,get ur ass banned from this site/ what i'm tryin to say is your raps are pretty shite, what you should be doin sittin watchin neighbours, that corny ass program which aint never cumin famous/tha charactors are lame which correspond to your raps,nigga i didnt write this shit i'm jus sayin that ur wack.

i dont like my uncle cuz he fucked my cousin before i had a chance

fo'trill is into incest and fukin his family/
what else is there to do up there?its at tragedy/
dont worry though im not sad u see/
i just know ur not in the top class like me

fgee,u aint no playa,your just a wannabe mc with no hair/lookin like gumbi with two big teeth and a hair net/all u wanna do is battle and try to gain respect/well bitch i aint given you any coz your lines aint got no fire,i'll take out ma iron and burn you like winona ryan

this is to krem

yo punclines burn slightly like battery acid,
to u i'm mo dangerous then the aligators in lake placid,
where u from canada eh?,
damn yo rhymes gay, u pathetic u aint post worthy,
i'm like the king n u the sevent bitch serve-me,
i fuck with yo mentals and deform yo molecular structure,
yo raps imaginary like when u claimed aliens did obduct-ya,
u just like a kmart sneaker CHEAP,
i'm the lyrical bully and u like my pathetic victim WEAK,
u betta get used to my name cuse what u claim,
is to be sum fuckin canadian gangsta rapper MR harcore aka mountain ranger,
pity u duck fo cova at the site of danger,
and yo momma still tellin ya dont talk to stangers

fgee what yo name mean to mean,
man i'd spit betta then u even if i was missin my spleen,
man where u from scotland...GOT HAGAS?,
wearin yo klits flashin off otha men pure FAGGOTS,
whats yo crew K&M what ya'll just try hards impersinatin eminem,
i spit thunder but u aint seen the storm-yet,
i got mo tourqe then a fuckin corvet,
on the mic u get evaporated,
west n trill u cant fuck with emcees elivated

To that bitch-ass Homie

I showed yo ass why I'm the King,
And why I don the championship ring,
Ripped you, tore you, and did u have a clue,
When yo head was fucked up, they screamed, "Put him in the Zoo!"
Too ashamed to show yo face back on this sight,
When me and Inspire tore you apart it was to great delight,
Then Inspire did it officially on the battle scene of Front Lines,
Your ass is old but man don't age well like fine wines,
You got told, you were down right beat,
You learned yo lesson and fell down to the elite!!