LMFAO^^^^

I DO!

LOL

You kids is sub-ill, two levels below me,
slap you wit a stick, grab my crotch while screamin "blow me"/
you can't control me, I'm jus a wreckless young kat,
ask me about your girl, hell yeah I'd tap that/

^straight illness............nah

ha...yo Para dawg, I have been scope'in ya spits out dawg...
you seem even bettah than before...
keep it up dawg you on-point playah...

props.

thnx Wally-Walls

damn don't nobody come here no mo', oh well....

damn right I'm on point, I'm a ball point pen,
fuck wit me an I'll diss you and three friends/
all before the weekend, I'm speakin metaphorically,
but just remember when I ask u a question, u answer rhetorically/

you aight
but this isn't the compliment the kid above you cypher

your sposed to diss so take this,

your speakin metaphorically
but I'm speakin theoretically
my theory is right, killin you is more than easy
Im sick of your shit cause It's wack and makes me queazy
you can't rap outloud cause your weak lung capacity makes you breath wheezy
but that's good cause your measly raps are sloppy and sleazy

they call you chameleon cause your confused racially, mixed with different colors and shit/
micheal jackson look a like, who still goes inside k-mart and buys himself a cross-colors outfit/
ya ryhmes is like feces, like you got ya cpu diggin through the sewers/
cause every thing you type gotta be shittier than horse manure/
every thing you say is gay.... like ya mouth is only open for male meat/
you dig deeper in dudes assholes, like ya lookin for buckles in car
seats/
niggaz like you is why moderaters always start they bitchen/
cause you use big words in ya raps.... but you cant grasp the definition/

quick thoughts
 

dolla dimes u had half a hot bar in ur ryhme/ i think its time u gave rap up before u start up/ this aint u /
u a chump and ima champ u couldnt beat me if u had my meat in ur hands /
ur ryhmes is sweet like candy bars / i seen harder rappers on candy bars/
ur skillz was never there so u cant be a star/u rap like a ryhmin retard/best belive im as street as asphalt/

DAHOODSVOICE is weak so shut up and never speak,
bitch you ain't up to date cuz you the hottest shit last week/
you loud in a quiet storm, never spoke when you was born,
parents thought you was deaf and dumb cuz all u did was slob on daddy's corn/ <haha
you the caddy for Tiger Woods, gettin replaced every year,
I'ma smack u across a windshield, wipe u off an watch u smear/
I feel no emotion tossin ya wack ass into encroachment,
you passed the line of scrimmage so the door's closed not open/

Pair a dyce
u betta fink twice
coz im hotta a curry with a helpin of rice
so b4 u try 2 depress me mentally
i'l beat u physically
n leave u holdin ya head in shame lyriclly
coz basicly in dis game calld rap
i am gold n ur a piece of crap
remember ma name mc_killabeats
wen ur hidin in fear under ur sheets

I'ts been 2 seconds and I already forgot ya name,
you must not be known, infact you're probly lame/
same ol bullshit, yada yada "Dyce you suck",
but still it's not a joke when you only drawin votes by luck/
fuck the duck duck goose, bitch I'm loose like mooses,
why you danglin from ceilings by some paper nooses/
don't call no truces, kid this diss is over,
you're outta Land and Range, so don't ask for Rovers?/

Diss the kid above me?... ok then, fine i'll tare this guy
since everybody knows how to toss a Pair~A~Dyce
I use to spit all my rhymes ending with a foreward slash
but you use it to simply come between all your trash


~out

To bad you couldn't act like your name, man that reply was fuckin lame, could be the same as you if i had a cock in my mouth, your knees in about two fuckin seconds hit the ground goin south, but i'll get back to what you said in the very first, that was i stupid ass diss , you gonna end up in my hurst, cause the way you rap can't be any good, it's like your mom only good for the hood, but i forgot that your mommy wasn't on my car or even in my bed, she was out makin money , suckin dick and givin head

i cant even reply to that holy shyt im laughing my ass off.
i would say your a noob but shyt they aint even that bad/
im gonna ignore timaluned so this is to silence/


SILENCE is your name cuz nobody listens to you/
screaming out loud as your face turns blue/
ILL end my bars wit a forward slash/
it just gives me another line to rip you ass/
so silence forever, just stay in text/
battle me ha whatever, youll die next/

ghostwriter, you need to rethink how you type cyphers
shits so childish i thought you was wearin diapers
oh wait...you were killin and eatin babies, a deadly mixture
at least thats what depicited in that nasty ass picture
what, you think you're hardcore? you think you're evil?
fuck that, i bring the gore, you can call me zneval

zneval,yo feeble keebler elf sequence too simple to even diss in dis text/
so ill jus let yo words speak fo' dem selves,but dey whisper,kikk em in da balls to give em a higher pitch,learn/
from my delivery,my ILL~Liderit tendencies endin my enemies remedies to reconstruct yo amputees/
yo amps'll bleed when i stampeed threw yo trailor park an embark on dis fake mc/
make a livin jus ribbin on zneval n her siblins,erybody kno u slippin when deez writtens reveal to b jus bittens/
pet yo kitten,grab yo mittens cuz when MOLO spittin hollows~tip in 2 cents,so u can buy new~sense/
cuz u proven u abusin da usage of flowin,when ur used to jus blowin,so deuces,im rollin..................

man what u talkin about u the fake emcee,
i'm a real rapper u just another mocerky u need ta stop mockin-me,
yo brain is the only thing hollow,
now i regret not makin yo momma swallow,
straight up dogg fuck u go to hell,
can no one beat me i "neva say die" like duracell,
oh great MOLOTV postin shit this site's gettin dim-again,
u aint from detroit stop tryin ta be eminem,
u just like a tampon used once monthly n thrown away that also resembels yo personality FEMINEM,
on the mic against me u bout ta get crushed,
u need ta get rushed, to the hospital cuse yo ego so big u just about popped-ya-skull,
out rap tRiLL.......thats unpossible.

this got to be the weakest mc this sites has ever heard/
it must be a retard typing bars cause like ev-ve-ry word/

is less than supurb, a negative watt bulb, you just lackin the surge/
open ya mouth, bite down with ya teeth on the curb/
so i can break ya jaw, and splatter ya tonsils on the pavement/
so i wont hear you no more, deposit ya ryhmes.... nigga save it/
cause their just about due, and your missing your payments/
wouldn't invest in ya shit if the price was a Dolla and 10 cents/
ya mind is absent, your punches lines are not impressin me/
ya should be closed in a casket, with Rev. Run giving the eulogy/
supposedly, you think that your better than me/
nigga i write betta shit in just minutes, than you could in 2 weeks/
dont get offended, non-rank, im just stating the facts/
you couldnt get stage time, even if congress passed the act/
cause it would be vetoed, im like toxins injected in ya cerebral/
as you slowly start to decline, but ya mind is already feeble/

dolla dimez thats the correct price of how much u worth,
u been a tryhard eva since yo birth,
in the cypher i'm gettin u straight ripped,
yo smile aint gunna be pretty with all yo teeth chipped,
if my punch lines aint impressin-u, they must be dissin-u,
by next week i be in heavy wieght,
nigga u loosin focus u need ta concentrate,
afta i'm dun withcha u gunna get left ta cremate,
u actin like u the next 50 cent,
i'm only jokin here battle me fo real n i'll burn u a 100 percent,
aint no one see no intrest-in-u thats why record companies will neva invest-in-u,
wackness infest-in-u, u writin the best-in-u,
cuse thats all u can spit at me how u gunna put me in a casket basterd,
i get yo whole body plastered,
get multiple fractures if u up against-me,
nigga i will pull the trigga dont tempt-me,
but how i can resist its so god damn temptin,
u dont want this shit ta get hectic, u know u lost just learn ta accept-it,
dont botha makin records cuse yo shit gunna get reject-it,
rape? child molesting? those r the sorta crimes u get suspected,
of commiting stop actin like u livin a lilttle pretty life,
u aint no gangsta bitch u p.diddy's-wife,
now lets see how u react when u facing city-strife.

man trill, you been poppin to many pills, you rhymin is like my cat barkin, it's just wrong, why did you even bother startin, you fuckin light weight, ass fuckin, cock suckin, dick licking, your rhymes are just sickning, go back to workin on the street, i don't wanna hear one more peep, just shut the fuck up and stop tryin to rhyme, cause dawg, you ain't ever gonna make a dime,

My army based techniques have recruiters at ease//
Stupid bitch thinks he can "fight" by "punchen" his computer keys//
Krem is that faggot that don't write wit barz//
He don't write hard, I leave'em like crums on the bottom of my cookie jar//
It's rhymes that took me far, and I'm gonna keep moven//
While Krem is in the game wit no fame sore losen//
Pretended he can "spit", when this faggot "swallows"//
Havem "headless" like "sleepy hollow" and "never found" like "waldo"//
Uh oh, I bet you didn't even know.....//
Ya moms a ugly hoe and I got her sucken my toes//
And ya bitch said she could "smell my kids" cause I "cummed in her nose"//
So fuck you, thinken you somethen wit skill//
When Merazh'll lay ya out and define whats really ill!

Razh

look who's floundering over beating on some bitch
another trick and you'll be dead feeling the dreadflul stitch
this here rappers got the itch he cant stop grapping his own balls
of wait stop, my bad, this kid's trying to be biggie smalls
not a close competitor, this battle cat's superior
received better rhymes in the mickey mouse club, you way inferior
drop to the deck another neck sliced to death
ya better stop studdering for i take out ya last breath
deceased on stage, too much nerve riveted the cage
sily rapper knew he had enough shots only out of rage
so quickly turned on the page the homo god been appraised
vanished extinct bye the fumes of boo's that himself had then raised

check it,...u claiming you was intoxicated in other wordz u aint sober...so imma leave ya brain daglin' out ya skull and give u a "hangover"... put my dick in ya mouth since this actor likes playin a gay person....im nice with a scalpul, but now your the one feeling my "brain surgin''...id call you simon but only cause your simple...your raps reveal the fact that you got more "gay bars" than sanfransisco...hes camouflauged in the bushes...so im assuming he jetted...when i find this cameleon imma make him play russian roulette with bullets he sweated........

yo the only way u can win a battle is by magic,
why u talkin bout suckin dicks u must be a faggot (faggit),
who u frontin talkin like u a big-man,
man stop bein a tryhard u aint neva gunna be big-man (biggie),
u aint no rapstar u aint no gangsta,
i know u like gay men thats why u talkin about sanfransisco,
u about as much of a gangsta as sisco, yo rhymes mo out dated then 70's disco,
i know christmas times is hard fo ya thats why u had ta get Crisco,
payin a dolla per week, yo technique resembles yo punchlines WEAK

you spit like a 9 mil past 50 yrds, your way out of ya range/
if you had a stair master in a sports arena.... you still couldn't step up ya game/
trill aint shit change, i still claim that you lame as shit/
basicly, what im basicly saying dogg is get back to basics/
face it, ironicly your phsycologicly bringing down my self esteem/
the only cure is for you to hit ctrl and alt then delete ya screen/
go to the wack E.R, and tell the doctor whats wrong/
you told dude he's like sisco, but you aint fit to wears sisco's thong/
take this ass whoopin as a lesson cause clearly you've been outclassed/
my ryhmes way over 100 tons, so your simply overmassed

yo dolladimez
stop makin rap luk like a crime
n invent sum different rhymes
coz we all kno that i can defeat u mentally
kik ur ass physically
n leave u speechless lyriclly
so move along ur yesterdays news
dnt quit ur day job bein a preacher in da pews
n stop rapin 13 yr old boys
n usin their diks as ur own personal toys
ur rhymes r so full of shit
u mutha fukin hypocrit
sayin otha ppl r gay n we shud b singin pop songs wen all ur finkin bout is sisqos thongs

ok look here son, Daddy Dimez gotz himself a gun/
keep ya fingerz off ya keyboard, before i leave yo ass with none/
little one, your not a big boy, just keep on suckin ya bottle/
before i put my 45 in ya mouth and give you hollow tips to swallow/
Bravo! you've just became the worlds worst rapper!/
i would give you an award, but really it doesn't even matter/
"mc_killaBeats 4 life! hollaback if ya hear me!"/
maybe if your ryhmes was a bit louder, i could hear you more clearly

TopDollahollaDimez remember it
the only reason i remember u is coz ur rhymes r so shit
45 wat? millimetres
if we were 2 go in2 battle mode i'd beat ya
coz id hav no problem knockin ova a wannabe
coz i iz an mc
so dnt giv me shit n dnt mess wiv me
wat u gna do wiv dat gun?
put it 9 inches up ur ass n giv urself da runs
n the only award u'l eva win
is 4 the most rap records thrown in da bin

ok now i get it,.... your just mentaly challanged/
the way your bars flow, i swear you type with your desk unbalanced/
or ya heads cocked to the side, like many confused dogs do/
or maybe thats just it! your just verbally confused aren't you?/
ive seen some bad spellin in my life, but nigga ive got to admit it/
your the 1st rapper in history to kick lyrical hyrogliphics/
you wanna knock me over, now your just being pathetic/
thats like peewee herman runnin full speed twords jerome bettis/
i can see ya little ass, wearin cleats and shoulder pads/
gettin rocked by elementry kids, gettin ya chest cavity smashed/
deafeating you is simply just the easiest task/
why are you on the computer, aint you missin your spelling B class/

I'll lay you flat like a tire prior to lightin you on fire
your rhymes are sloppy and you need an organizer
I'm comin with flows way wiser
your rhyme's lookin like a gay bar flyer
I'll bury your flows in gravel
your words don't travel far cause you babble
read your own rhyme and maybe that'll
teach you not to hop in the rap battle saddle

chameleon what u some kinda animal,
on the mic i eat u up raw like a fuckin cannibal,
nigga i'm ruthless with puch lines that leave u toothless,
n leave yo gums bleeding u be on the ground pleading,
how can i forget-this, beg me as much as u want fo yo forgive-ness,
yo lryics foul n got bad taste like guiness,
u sound like fuckin richard prior,
compared to yo rhymes mine will always rein higher,
u get popped like a cheap k mart tire,
that sorta resembels yo personality,
u aint no gangsta rapper u just a scared boy too scared to face reality.

what the fuck was that
your fuckin bitch ass can't rap,
you light weight motha fucka,
ya fuckin sound like chris fuckin tucka,
i'm just spitting this shit off the top of my head,
and i'm still rappin better then what you said,
you probly sat there and thought about what to say
and i still don't understand the shit you display,
your rhyming skills aren't gonna get you very far,
cause you need money, to buy a fuckin car....

Feelin the verbal vibe, makin you bitches hide,
I don't gotta say much to Krem cuz I already wrecked his pride/ :)(beat him in battle)
no effort needed to push my weight over his might,
batter his brain mentally, the docs say its a scary sight/
fuckin wit fake gangstas like Trill an Chameleon,
all ya'll muthafucka is wack, whose lyrics are you stealin/
go fire ya ghostwriter and put his bitch ass back in the zoo,
ya'll should know better, havin those monkeys write for you/

Ok Excuse me.....but shut tha FUCK up...hahaha


Pair of Lice You can get shells from my techs I'll make ya squad lose vets\\
My lyrics, a bruise fest, audio cats lucky that I choose text\\
Dont deal with pair dykes losers so who's next, who wanna call me out\\
Without a doubt I'll wipe u out and put u back in mommy's mouth\\
Swallow hard, I rep tha squad that really reps me well\\
Nervous so eat nails, biters, only write when they email\\
Respect is like oral sex so you know I get mine first\\
Rivals see how tha nine burst results is they spine jerk\\
Each of my lines hurt, ya pen dont write hot, I think mine's work\\
Tha new addition to this coalition, its a wrap faggots\\
You wont stick together like after u clap magnets\\
Aint nobody takin a stand versus Tha G Matainenance Man in cypherin\\
Tha Janitor decides ya flow's too garbage for helpful recyclin\\
Am doin big things you too but with midget means\\
Am good at lockin shit down like Shyne's defense team\\

NOW WHo' NEXT.....

you aint ready for Spaghetti, Spaghetti...Spaghetti, Spaghetti...Spaghetti, Spaghetti...Spaghetti, Spaghetti...Spaghetti, Spaghetti...

man ud luv sum spagetti wudnt u
so i'l get a dumpster full n watch u drool
u fat retard from new mexico
aw shit were did ya spagetti go
ur gna start cryin
tears multiplyin
yeah ur jared did we wna kno dat
is that ur pic u fat twat

Once this MC opens his mouth it is all over
Like a gossipin bitch found-out-about his small soldier
My spit smolders like its on a skillet till I kill it
The ill wit wired ya mouth shut and then I drilled it

man you can't rap you just copying slim shady/
with your four line pieces of crap that would make him go crazy/
if he only knew that you were takin his shit/
he'd rip you a new hole that you stuff with someone's dick/
it is funny though that you have to copy other rappers/
you probably haven't had sex , let a lone tried to open a wrapper/
i bet that you haven't even seen a titty/
man that would suck , that would be pretty shitty/
man why don't you just go bye a hooker/
you should call early though cause you might have problams to book er/
well i'll leave this at this go listen to your cd's/
so you can make another spit to try to make fun of me!

what is ya name?... timawhatchama call it/
some one call Sherlock Homes maybe he can solve it/
wait a sec. pause it... let me reread this bitch..../
naw.... dogg i'll need a dictionary to fuckin figure out this/
even my webster, is tellin me it dont even exist/
if ya mamma named you... nigga i swear i'll smack that bitch/
what is you illiterate? , or is you just retardely ill/
out of ya whole verse i'll say ya name its all thats thats skilled/

dolladimez? ima leave you shittin dude!
you couldnt think of anything more original?

its incredible how im killing you like
your bars are the wood im drillin through!

Remember it?... please nigga you forgot
The person who posts below should feel threatened too!

Its irellavent, ill post again to make you wonder whos dissin who?