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Ill leave you .krushed. like a bug...for thinking ya a net thug/
Your left feeling dirty...i guess that.s cause I use ya as a rug/ And I just rip-ya..the rhymes whip-ya...cause I got you tame/ Like a lion in the circus..why you here? You have no purpose..ya just lame/ And you get start a fued.just feed me the fuel/ Cause me vs you no challenge.cause I always rule/ |
You don't rule nothen so stop ya fronton//
When Nise up to speak best know ya mouth be shutten// Respect a man... cause all you are is kid// The Toys'R'Us type, don't wanna grow up to be big// What you know about ice, chicks, and them big fast cars?// I'm Nise wit these skills, my place is amongst the stars// I'll charge, and brake ya bones like they kit-kat bars// I'm sick like SARS, when you ain't even compared to a common cold... It's ~.Nise.~ |
This bitch "nise"..cant even spell his name right..ya need a dictionary/
I could flick you off....but this isnt a game like pictionary/ You just a wack-bitch..cause you lack-hits..so dont open-ya-mouth/ My rhymes put ya in a choke hold...just choken-ya-out/ and i could tell...you were coming outta the closet-soon/ Cause your...always in the ass deposit-mood/ |
Kid...
Wannabe Masta P, but now you a Masta C// Ya real name should be WACK or a.k.a CATASTROPHE!// Bringen weak rhymes to the table is a tradgedy// How dare a punk bitch even send that shit after me// Mifflinburg is where that laughter be... cause you just a joke// You's a clown tryen to rap but all you'll do is choke// I'm sorta like a Pit when I lock-jaw on ya throat// When you like a midget wit short arms tryen to reach for hope chill out... I'm Nise |
This punk only posted 3-times..and he thinks he has lean-rhymes/
True skills?! you have none so you gotta see-mine..you have no mean-lines/ so dont even try this rap-shit...cause i know you cant back-it..cause ya just weak/ Look at ya name your just illiterate..ya cant spell shit right...thats why ya always beat/ No wonder hes so dumb...hes from...South-West-Burg/ And you can keep posting after me..cause you always gonna get merked/ |
haha nice verse
aiight now its time for da fresh 2 step~in// i've merked u at da start while in testing//(taps mic, and says testing....testing) u may be better dan da other~guy// wen i enter i whoop ur ass, n u wonder y ur mother~cries// man i gotta make dis short// violence is an option in which i mite resort// im going out, fresh signing out// thug soljaz gone, private signing out//(lyk da guys in da army) |
iight, Diverse, look at ya man, lil super hero's busting out moves like jackie chan//
i hope you got super powers cuz Spiro is here, to impose the fear// you try to be an x-man, looks more like an xxx-woman// "aka Treazon"? why the z? is there even a reason?// cant ya spell? or was your teach still givin ya it in the tail?// guess what everybody? Treazon rules!! APRIL FOOLS!// i might be new, but im better then you// so ima head out, ill let someone else finish this bout*// *bout - A contest between antagonists |
Ok spiro its time to send you on a down ward spiral
Not like you got far to go your rymes sound like you should be on American Idol Your first post Congrads clap clap and strap strap cuz I'm after your ass A lass a said lil boi, cuz this kitty picks and pulls and plays with you like a toy I rips anybody New or old, and I stand and I laugh when your blood truns cold I'm not an easy bitch don't think that for one bit But I quickly do a quicky on rappers that ain't shit |
First off the kidd can't count the post limit is 6
I'll puff and spit and dismiss your rap like a house made of sticks So how long did take for you to thikn of that trash and still I'll put you on blast Dop you like Bombs on Iraq and blow away the ash Don't come to a game you straped for you better wear your vest before you come stompen through my door Oh boi young son your done i'll leave with no eyes so you'll have to blind Spit Do him like a majic show and vanish you trick |
you were never a long term emcee
only time u were was when u took it to the cypher in longated school beats so when you spit visualize me in your fucking head cuz thats the only way your gonna see ill when ur life flashed infron ya eyes we spoke once of the wackest mc and u take the cake, icecream and the plastic knives Send you to ya demise get u sized up then cut the fuck down If you ever got famous it would have to be how u fell and on ems dick they found .wor.d. |
You ain't a champ you's a chump//
'Insert' you wit lead that'll have ya back slump// I'm on the hunt...so ofcourse you on the run// My games hot like playen Monopoly on the sun// My rhymes weigh a ton, while yours are no match// Insert lacks-on-attack, so-step-back for you hear this-gat-clap// Put Insert in a rat-trap cause his raps-wack// No insurance on your life, so fuck a Aflac// Pop you like a flat, swing you like a bat// So insert, you mine as well just stop where you at.. I'm Nise |
why the fuck are you bolding?? .. everyone can see you suck!
your more of a penis fluff .. bitches swingin like 'venus' givin brains in clubs .. now he thinks hes a genious, FUCKIN PUNK redeemless of the fact, your goin across ur own words ... ya wack ... an more assed out then ben affleck till I put the cross to ya chest ... like convertin to catholic! Make you a famous star, fuck ... an asterik!.. |
Just cause you from Brooklyn don't mean you won't get tooken//
Ya shits weak, I can tell from ya losses// You fuck wit fat chicks that only eat at Hoss's// You best be cautious// Cause my rap be sick to where your ass gets nauseous// I rock this...I'm unbareable your terrible... my tech'll shoot out ya floor// Shoot up ya walls and buck down your door// I'm handen out pain that'll leave you sore...close to death// Go head rest, put you to sleep from pullen the heat you ain't no true test! I'm ~.Nise.~ |
waiting on your rhymes, is like reading it 10 times//
we gotta read a book, before you show how much you suck// yeh your "nise" so you take it twice// in the ass, you take it really fast// you and chase, like a mental case// gay lovers? fuckin under the covers?// it seems so, gay as a dirty man-ho// this dude cannabarz cant even rhyme// so hopefully this is his last time// whoa, insert, im feelling ya chase// that musta hurt// iight im done, ill let the "lovers" have some fun// |
you spiro, i let you "slide" you little internet geek
ya faggot dont grab my ass when i say " i'll just turn the other cheek", so go back to surfer crew sayin Whoa nad Dude, cause i'm the professor and plum done given you clues, I thought i'd be nise and take over the mike, stupid fuck i like it better when you cant stand and fight, |
ra ur lyrically dull/
fuck rapin man u need a bullet to tha skull/ ur a rhythmical misfit/ like fred durst from limp bizkit/ ur new to rb though/ i'll knock you out wit a feather pillow/ u neva gona blow up/ u couldn't be a dope rappa if u sed my rhymes fucked up/ |
hellbound ure rhymes are short to weak and shit
if that aint enough cuses ill call u a bitch the other night your girlfriend tried to get real mushy so without thinking i went and knocked the dust clean of that pussy have u ever had sex with that girl cus i had to break her in if u dont believe i had sex check the cum on her chin |
damn ur shits wack i'll put a hole in yo head while i fuck yo bitch from the back/
ur a flyweight rappa waitin for me to shatta yo crainium an turn yo face inta an ass crack/ if ya fuck ma ho then ya no her pussy juice flow laced wit dease like herpies, gonorea, clymidea gettin rid o ya/ i go straight up the ass leave her lookin like a raw dawg wit a rash/ u didn't break her in u fucked her in her belly button so stop frontin pin dick think quik/ ur wack lyrics av left ya in the blitz u call me a bitch but u "aint shit like piss"/ |
hellbound to the ground, locked in chains when I bust rounds/
on ur sound, cuz u wack, shit black cept in fact u turnin white as the crack u puff back/ so step off the streets, cuz u ain't got the heat to handle a piece/ bitches better believe, that u an me ain't a challenge to rip ur shit clean/ juss kick out ur knees, so u'll be at ur own level when u lookin up at me/ my bad, but I gotta have one more line in this rap, so fuck ur shit cuz u wack! I'll juss end it with that/ edited last line in. |
Cannabarz is soft... he's only hard at winnen pillow fights//
I'll tint his lights... better yet I'll knock'em out// Out-spit this bitch till where his mouth is a drought// Dry'em out like a wash cloth// Get'em scared of my guns cough// He's a moth, I'm a bat... It's dinner time// Deminish his rhyme...kill'em quick like butchers do swine// Carve'em up hang his dead body on a hook line// I'm thinken quick while you always took time... you slow wit the draw// You's like a dead leaf on a branch, so I know you goin fall... I'm Nise |
wierd as name...is it written in greek?//
all pronuciations get dissed,loading please.... thanx for waitin i wasnt pullin shit out my sleeve// its jus his brains is great, he cant stay off his nise// nigga you'll get cut standin in front of me in line// nise ass, yellin at old men from behind// quotin my words couldnt make u witty, cuz nissy str8 bitchy// for puttin ya face in ya moms kitty u real silly, now you scratchin but u sure aint missy// hoe |
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PRONOUNCE that for me ^...stupid dick 8-off, first off you's a bitch tryen act like you somethen// Stop the fronten, your weak verse meant nothen// You swallow when I'm nutten// And as for you cutten?, your stomach's what I'm gutten// "OH WOW! let's make fun his name"// Even though you tried, your lines still were lame// So why don't you come by the gym and I'll show you how to train.. Biggot I'm Nise |
If I Was 8-off None Of Ur Lines Would Hurt..You Got A Wack Verse..
I'm Just Gonna Stand Back, And Watch Your Record Get Worse.. Your Need To Elevate, Cause Wid Verses Like Dat U Cant Win.. Ur A Lyrical Sin..Cause No Ones Verse Can Get Any Wacker.. U Cant be IN..Cause Like Obiese Guys On Rb No Ones Phatter.. Prepare To Shatter..Cause My Punches are Gonna Come Hard.. Betta Run Far...Cuz My Skills Kill And Rip Through Emcees Precise.. IN Jus This Part..I Am Sonning This Fag Nise.. Wats The Point..Of Comin On This Site Only To be Show'n Up.. You Gon Wish You Neva Joined..Cuz My Verse Is Gettin You Owned Up.. |
this cat cant even spell//
i spit these flames straight from hell// these lil chumps tryin to rap// lots of capitals that look like crap// they try to hate, to discriminate// but they cant handle the the heat// so ill make the this a bit discreet// zany you suck, so leave ya dumb fuck// you dont got the skills// "herb of the week" youve never even done pills// you try to act "gangsta"// but ur more like a "wanksta"// you dont even rhyme// your a waste of time// dont know why you try// iight im done, just wanted to say "hi"// so hi, and goodbye// |
It must be destin cuz i keep getting this chump
I riped onceand cut him twice and watched his body slump Don't let the pretty face full ya Ia devil in disguse Talking shit to me will lead to your demise I look at young rappers as 40's lounge flapers Bust them like whores with out rubber wrapers |
chase, whats the cause?//
you get no applause// we can see you suck// but you act like you dont give a fuck// why do your try to rhyme when cant?// your skills are smaller then an ant// you try to freestyle// but i think ya need to wait a while// get some practice// cuz you cant handle this// so fuck off// your chokin bitch "cough cough"// im done// so try again son// |
Ok Bitch U've Said your GoodByes Now LEAVE Before You Get Merked..
I Look Inside Myself and I See That GreatNess Lurks.. You Said That I Was Wack..He Mus've Been Readin The Wrong Verse.. I Neva Said I Pop Pills, And That Aint Even A Punch.. I'll Snap You Wid A Simple Crunch..So You Cant Breath.. I Got U Runnin Like A Fat Guy At Lunch..Spiro Please Leave.. You Rhyme Like Retarts Tryin To Say The AlphaBet Quickly.. None Of Ur Punches Hit Me..Cause They Lost Range.. He Saw Me Spittin Ill Lines So He Bit Me..You KNow My Verse Was True So Leave This Fucken Site..Or Atleast Change Ya Name |
change my name?//
man can't you feel the shame?// your name doesnt even make sense// you take it in the ass for 25 cents// i know you cant help your gay// so i wont even go there, mmm k?// so whats wit the random caps?// thinks its cool? think it helps your raps?// well it doesnt, was it in the rules? it wasnt// so learn to type, before you try to handle the hype// now go on, get out// im done wit this bout*// *bout - competition between 2 antagonists |
Short lines have no place on this cite
It shows you have no skills no vocab and you have no right to ever call you self a EMCEE I done told you before this ain't MTV This ain't the band no ones here to give you a hand No matter how hard you try to come back that won't make you a man Your still a lame in a Big dogs game So back it up stop and drop it cuz your not Hot on fire sick Ill your just a cock that never touched a cunt only his own lil rock |
you say shit about shortlines//
but you been writing a 6 line rhyme// little fucking hipocrit// little shit, thats never even seen a clit// you talkin shit bout MTV// but atleast those peeps made it on TV// you, your just another loser, like us all// were on the net, battle'n, like we cant fall// you talking shit, you try to hit// but you dont got what it takes// man im tired of you bitch-ass fakes// your 0 and 2, cant you get a clue?// man your no good, lil queer from the "hood"// iight this is it// lets see what other bullshit you can spit// learn to spell dude its "site" not "cite" |
spiro i thought i tore ya name once before,
just lookin at the way ya spit is an eye sore, so the way you got name is through video games, fake ass wanna-be and "pale' should be ya name, cause you inbread betch ya never seen the light of day, just thinkin of what kinda game to play today, sittin in front of the computer while wackin off, thats the closest way to "beat me" is by jackin off, |
you know all about jerking it don't you
you'll do anything for dick too.....won't you you should close ya yap stop trying to rap before i place a muzzle on that out of control claptrap that will keep you from cum guzzling right black you seem to have a bad habit trying to cypher when wack keep talking in real life you'd get bitch smacked quit while you're ahead fag nerd sorry ass wack herb now you've been served so send that gay shit out to tha curb |
bitch what do you know about actually smackin,
here lets watch the real herb live and in action, cause you aint comin with nothin that i aint never seen before, dumb fuck, beatin me is just some folklore, you ficticious, dont come against me dawg i'm viscious, you cant out rap me, only in ya wishes, so why are you sittin here lyrically masterbatin, you as real as tupac as bitches fake bakin, |
Once again using vocab he don't even understand,
Can't escape being a herb, it's in your DNA strand, So you keep your dictionary, wouldn't give it up for the world, And you wear dresses, cuz like Madonna you a material girl, Did you see any punches? Cuz i only saw slaps, He's lost like an army without a plan of attack, No going back, you're trapped, lack the mental agility, Smash your back with a cadillac, promiscuous duplicity Is my game, but i doubt you even know what that means, My mathematical raps make me a lyrical supreme, Super lyrical like Big Pun, of that I'm unequivocal, And my synical syntax leaves you spinning with anecdotes, Jokes, you're idea of dancin is the hokey-pokey, You ask men like your mother "Can you please poke me?" |
what u say in ur last verse? hell nah i wont poke you/
u act like u cant accomplish dissn with have 14 lines to go thru/ i blast you like goku, with sperm all ova ur face/ not becuase ur gay but because you love the taste/ gotta ace in my sleeve my chances of dissn, million to ten/ i can see u make mistakes, yet u use a dictionary to fill em in/ loser. |
Used my dictionary line, and had to edit his post
And i dont want you to poke me faggot, it was a quote Stupid motherfuckersl ike you shouldn't even dare to try, you stink up the forum like a year old pot pie, I'm high as the sky after buryin you in the ground, Making homosexual inuendo's , you're skills never been found probably cuz it don't exist while mine burns like hot knives, The chances of you beatin this is as if Elvis was still alive |
Requiem? Sound like summin on the other side of da Equal'ibruim-
Ya see um?....I dont....Dis dope Talkin Copyrights when the lines a joke- Like him an Webster Eloped.....Shit wit Barz that Light' He aint eva Bendin ova fo' soap- Nope...... Tear dis Parradox's Spine wit Fishin Twine'wit Hooks On-Line- Get the Sign? U cant Ryhme-I rip Ya Dna of all Obtuse Enzymes- Still Lines Flattered wit Fateouse Tissue of Hiteouse Forms'- I leave dis Bitch De-formed'His life was nothin-no need ta mourn- |
yo CARSON be like George and Jetson/b4 I have you like that character under fly weight, runnin, 4 protection/I will kill u and then next 1/I'm giving your girl some TLC(the long cock)cause my sex is a wep pon/I'ma show you how the west won/its with COCO BROVAS packin SMIFF AND WESSON/and the winners will be the less one/so that makes me like BRUCE WILLIS "THE LAST MAN STANDING"/cause, I be NICK CANNON/my hollos are like the sun, burnin your ass like if, you were tanning/you girl calls me GEORGE MICHAEL because, of the way, that I be WHAMMIN(WHAM)/I never liked you GUY so, my 9 want be TEDDY JAMMIN/when I run up on you and take your CAR SON/and make you Jet 2k4 mile per hour to your pa son/while, I'm hittin up your ma son, who loves me long ting/the way she gives brain, makes my hair stand up like DON KING/me love de way hu do hu dom ting/tossin me salad, keepin me laughin
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I don't know whether to smack Black...Or hit'em wit my fist
Either way when I do, I'm knocken teeth out to where he rap wit a lisp I'm crisp while he's crunchy...I shine 'Nice' while his shit stay dusty It's rusty... if you don't believe, I'll still make you trust me My skills must be greater than yours Do this bitch quick, like doin a daily chore You come up short when I'm comen wit more Stomp 'Black Fire' out right into the floor Make his body sore...better yet kill'em quick Cause herbs don't deserve to live talken that stupid shit! ~.Nise.~ |
Lets just start with a tactical analysis,
Going off about whacked rust and fists, Threating black people, people with lisps Listen, nise u're not wise, I can see through your disguise "Do this bitch quick" is all you can do You would never satisfy one, nor few I maybe new here, but i'll bring true fear to all that is yours, behind close doors or right here you could stick to your chores that your mom makes sweep up the floor while my rhymes make the ground shake I'm not like you i'm not chokin My rhymes are all full not broken Its almost all spoken, What is it that you're toking? Stupid shit? A few would fit. But not as good a you |
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