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Hey born to kill whattup must I Son again?
Im one of 76 to place an L in what's a commom Trend... Need a lendin Hand?... please u kno my rek was 10x better- set-up battle again-this time ya love will get a letta- Wanna start a war?....go ahead Begin-lets see what occurs- First the blood takes place-then vision blur-n-slur of werds- Born remember history repeats-n-event and issues.... I hate to say it but I leave ya Tissue screamin "born we miss you" |
Fuck this nigga name "Born to Kill"
i see ya ass at the pharmacy munchin on birth control pills I come up on ya ass slicin with the Texas chainsaw, u fear only steers and queers come from the land of texas, u fear u probably a fat ass beer drinking hippy, shopping at Sears AND I'LL LEAVE YA PUNK ASS RIDING BULLS IN TEARS |
WHAT UP KID TRYNA SPIT FOR YA KINDAGARTEN CLASS
THIS AINT SHOW AND TELL, I BRING AK'S TO POP YA ASS CARSON DALY, U JUS A FAGGOT ASS WHITE BOY TRYNA BUST A BLACK MAN'S FLOW, THIS AIN'T RIGHT BOY I SEE U STILL PLAYIN IN THE SANDBOX I'M PLAYIN THE STREETS NIGHT TIL DAWN, PUSHIN THE ROCKS |
I'd diss Young Black, but what's the point, he does it for me...
With his weak ass metas, sad punches and lack of vocabulary. So I'll bounce ova to Carson, please, ya memory must be slippin... Like ya rep, cuz don't ya remember, you caught an L from my spittin! Break even, is how things have been so far, and yet... In a rematch, I'd annihilate you, even at ya best, Jet. Weak closer^^^ so lemme elaborate, ya suck like none other... Carson Jet, today's Vanilla Ice, so take that word to ya mother! |
dick face, bitch taste, salutations in ya mouth
my lyrics is dirty kid you would think they come from the south u got all them wins unda ya belt but they only from the newbies, ya game ain't stealth y wont u check a nigga up and gimme a holla cuz ya game ain't wortha nickle, so jus give up the dolla |
Did someone get his feelings hurt up in this Cypher? ^^^^
Young Black's feminine side is out, RB's Michelle Pfeiffer. Cryin, tears flowing, like a bitch actress goin for an Oscar... This kid sounds like such a pussy, I think I just heard him purr. So, set it up the battle kid, and become one of those newbs... You mentioned in that shitty verse, and prepare ta fuckin lose. |
whoop whoop.....lolfor youngblack
Youngblack pull that huffy over...Carson here ta merk u Daily- Notha' Baby shady-tryna push wit hooks like Bobby Brady- Please...I take bigger shit's than ya spit of pre-writs.... Look^^-even Born's got dis pussy whipped- sit back an watch-young black tryna hard'n up n grab his crotch- american not swedish so Young for u....I aint got the Swatch- Throw Steel like Tommy Maddux while black mess' wit static tactics- Ya powerless child...only way ya toppin me is when ya locked in attics- |
Black can't take this, he ain't hard like me or Carson...
Thing is I do all tha givin, Jet just takes it all in. Beautiful, is his method of suckin, whores even take notice... Carson will try and spit on the rag, just so he can flow this. Cuz he's a bitch, but don't take this hard, I'm just bored... I've been reading ya old verses, and that boredom left me floored. |
CarsonJet Huh? More like carson daily/
bout to rip this cat so hard rest u cats gonna have to pay me/ Where ya get ya rhymes? www.whacklyrics.com/ Swear I've heard better spitting after I came on ya mom/ Ya'll dont want none of this, Mike Blaze ahead of ya time/ Just remember now I'm watchin next time ya biting a rhyme/ Ya u a biter, if not lyrics u biting a pillow case/ Lookin like ya just sneezed w/ cum all ova ya face/ Thinkin u hard core but on a Keith Sweat tip/ Im out u fuckin homo go choke on a dick/ |
Lolz....^^
Mike Blaze?...hey u deserve a Raise... All that hard work....we must show Blow jobs pay- what kinda Herb drops .Com's an talk's bout Mom's?- Blaze did...wait...thought u were str8-guess i was wrong- Comin up from sick life?but now u jus a ripped Dike- a wak Tike...i thought bout givin props...Sike- Only newbies' pick out that queer NBA avi..but then u fit the suit- an play the Flute...It all comes back to your Sick Life Roots- |
Messed w/ tha wrong cat, now ya lyrical life in danger
12 gauge pump shotty let me release my anger yeah im a stranger, dont know me, dont give a fuck bout u but keep an eye on ya back cos u never know who will be there w/ tha gat, here tha click, and thats that, or maybe be a cat at ya door w/ a baseball bat better learn quick to keep ya lips closed shit i'll fuck around blow off ya dick leave u a clit then u wont be homo, u'll just be a bitch come to think of it u are now, so it wont be no switch dint u know, dicks are for tricks, silly faggit thought about lettin u off but i just cant have it lettin u know now, fuck wit me, u goin down not on a dick u homo. im talkin 6 ft in ground think u hard im laughin so much, u soundin so wack You soft and chewy like a cookie ima eat u fo a snack |
Im still trynta figure out what this kid Mike blazes
Kid couldn't be ill with rhymes if skill was contagious Why the fuck you wastin time and space even spittin in the cypher Dude's rhymes are full of shit your notebook must be named diaper Why the fuck would you choose a wack name like Mike Blaze This kid claims he's a soldier but the military doesn't like gays |
^^blazey boy
he he.... Blaze?This kids str8 played...lets talk bout straps'n'gats- It's like u played Dre'n'Pac's life an hit the play'back- Let me off? How can u say That?when ur on my cock- shit 12 gauges my ass'...u'd forget to take the lock off rocks- an believe it-my lil kibler cookie freind^you can even lunch off me- An i still Guarantee....theres only one of us that stands and pee's- Take this as a lesson' a blessin a loss I dont blemish wit fettish' Leave wit sum sorta dignity-cover ya hole-Rb is make'in it Reddish- |
Damn 2 at me now guess the odds lookin up/
Cuz it'll take more than 2 to make me shut the fuck up/ Never said Ima solider High Ku so learn to look wit ya eyes/ Sayin my names wack when urs sound like u asian in disguise/ Carson straight ripped me give credit where credit is due/ But high ku repeating in 6 lines what he could be sayin in 2/ Intelligent by design but a fuckin punk at heart/ Now pull the cover back over ya eyes and cry in tha dark/ |
i hope your prewrits sound better...goin no where wit those^...
flush your lyrics down the toliet send'em where ever shit goes.. fucking newb...here on whim...go back to where u call a sick life... teary eyed like constipators that can barely drop their shit twice... keystyle way better than any thing Mike Blaze has ever written... waste of 7th post...yea i'm talking bout that wack shit u spitten... |
Hey^^look it a Jay'Z clone witta Mynd.FuLL'a Anal-
Like's to make his spine tangle-preferin'any Angle- Of intrusion' if dis was Frontlines Mynd.FuLL u Losin- Jet's Bak to spray wit bruisin-18-7-is quite amuzin- Break ya Vick's inhalf to 9 like ya main man's ankle- after im done wit u-...u gon wish u had Rectum Pain Kills'.... |
MyNd.FuLL Yeah Im contipated cos I dont take no shit/
But ya mouth is diarrhea cos shit just pours outta it/ Veteran of what, u write that lame wit 617 posts/ Guess skill dont come to those who be online typing the most/ Please someone help MyNd.FuLL write a diss worth my time/ Cos he'd be locked up fo life if bad dissin was a crime/ |
carsonjet 2 times as wack then when you first left son...
dont know where u been...suggest u go back where u came from.. definiton of carson..please u'll never be proclaimed supreme... more a shame than the visitor moppin the floor w/ the home team... mike face it kid your wack...and your verse is all the proof... i wont even waste my time by doing a whole verse on you... |
I Got A Play For Mynd Ill Apply My Foot To His Balls (footballs)
He's FuLL Of More Shit Than Bathroom Stalls Shoot Ya Brains Out On My New Yorks Times So Finally For Once I Can Read Ya MyNd In Here Ya Like A Nail Cuz Ya Gettin Hammered You Want Your Fudge Packed Or Just The Standard? |
hey Lewd...u bitch u fukin nuck...No wonder u 2-3
damn Canadian's can't follow rules up properly- Rappin in your Logg'd up Property- Understand if we met in battle I'd serve 4x the Casualty- oh nu'sense bit from fifty cent-whing like ya cycle's mensed- sit back an shut the fuk up-fore i smak ya bak so far ya speak pre-tense... |
yes, its the young one//
the nigga dats known to make ya whole squad run// It's time to kill both of these niggas in one shot...listen (CARSON DALEY AND BORN TO KILL) these faggots don't want this shit// they both get it doggy style, and love that shit// damn am i that good, got these niggas tag-teamin// cum-shots in ya face, leave ya'll bitches screamin I'm Young Black, smackin CARSON DALEY IN HIS FACE and B2K, your life is done, they'll find ya ass locked up in a suitcase, face it, i'll take both of u on, you back in the ass streetboys I'm deadly boy, you don't wanna get hit wit the heat boy I'm not finish...but will continue |
Heh what Garbage......^^
How played can U get? Carson Daley? Bitch i here It daily- 80 miles south of Philly-now he's tryna act Like Shady- 5 bars an he's not finished? can we not see his lack'of fitness?- Or stale pre-writtnes....after bar 1 from me u'll need a witness- You wanna shoot at born to kill? fire at will Aim at Jet-...and Young..... a bag U'll fill.... Keep it as a memo-ima let u slide this time wit jus a warning' But keep the hard act up' an Ima' make sure u don't see Morning- |
4 young black
You live with the African American Pissed off state What do you want me to do White but cant clear da slate So you know the names of poor white boy bands I still know the true, non sold out white rappers that fill the stands You got cum shots in my face shit you filled dis place with blanks The same thing your shooting as you pull the robbery on banks Iv red ur shit and ur better than tying to take my heritage away only way ur dedly is wen u sit n think b4 u go ragin down da lyrical hiw-a So im not finished either still got beef go ahead n hollar but if i wuz u i woldn't bother |
Damn i got three niggas dat wanna ride the dick
this is ain't disney worlds, i don't give rides, or shit u is not a lyrical soldier, cuz wit them weak ass rhymes, ya talent is over... and who the fuck is JO-JO, this is a no-no, peepin in ya moms bedroom, she's a ho-ho you doe-doe, no one ask for any comments from the peanut gallery...i know u...i've seen you on the block...hookin...lookin...gettin paid wit a minimum wage salary i'm am the first and the last...when i finish these clowns ya bitches act like pussies, i don't know if u pee standin up...or pee sittin down... If you post more bullshit in this forum you will be banned! Stick to the format and do not post quotes of other cats diss cypher with bullshit comments attached. ~Bounce~ |
Cute...^^3 nigga's wanna ride the dik? But a tick can't Fit-
He's constantly ripped-Outta line wit reality...can't get a Grip- peeps veiw his battles an get thought of anal penetration- who's he foolin?...last time he pack'd he was at Amunation- this kid's a joke.....talkin bout minimun wage when his ass is Broke- Keep in mind young....bite my lines one more time an Ima spill ya yolk- |
^carsonjet^
I got internally felt lines, thats why every one of blankz lines feels lik it's rippin yuh intestine's// watch me Jet wid yuh 'Car~Son', ma chop shops a 'pub'..lemmie see try n fukk wid ma 'bars son'// ma Heat'll blaze yuh 'solders' u can call me ar~son(avy)..wen u couldn't blaze a track if u dropped it striaght from tha Starz~SON// |
^^Ok son..I see U like that word son...
5-1?... this bitch is Over-wieght' Like Pun... Run...long distance like u connect wit sprint- U can take my whip-I kno..ur words alone aint handlin rent- next time u wanna get skitzo wit the cap'lock-bring a glock- cus i pack enuff to knock off *bLaNkz* in flocks- |
I hear that CarsonJetX2 ain't nothin' more than a minute man
when he's bangin' a chick it's like "wham bam, thank u maam" He ain't got no friends, he ain't got no skillz he sits at home with nobody to chill he so ugly he ain't neva ganna get no dome he's bound to eat himself to an early grave inside of his home dying alone you got all this commin' straight from the kave |
Let me son this noob, who's drops are cold ~N~ minus a groove/
Act'n hard like ya lines ~R~ the SHIT in reality it's just the funk off ya CLIT/ Beat it son, 2 tired -N- weak, Bare lyrics like "Captain Kangaroo" BUTT naked on Tweak/ Not even luke warm so you'll never bring heat, my scriptz swarm to decimate this new Geek/ Slavery's abolished but I 'OWNED' ya all the same... Leave ya shiver-ing in britches at the sound of my Name... Bouncer 'Tossed' ya out this cypher but ya FELL out this game/ |
talkin siege but the size is small//
this bitch doesn't reach his speech at all// i'm sick of this prick actin slick// by doin every chick with his pink-sized-dick// cut the broastin cause i'm about to get toastin// what? figured i'm dissrespecting-you postin?// acting like you know emcees, bitch PLEASE// other then eazy E's ain't no such known by these// this bitch keeps on facking phat, by relatin to these statin cats// whassup with that? thinkin one of these lads is your dad?//(haha) bitch don't get mad, cause with the pen and the pad i'm dangerous like a launchin pad// and i'm aimin at your face, your bout to embrace disgrace so stay in place// cause in this case frontin won't help, i'ma get you traced and after a short chase// i'ma have yo ass erased, a hole from head to waist// you’re gonna notice a shitty taste cause shit’s what ya brain replaced// |
your nothin, losin ya identity, never even had a sig
getin serious cuz to any emc you just another trick Large? Only shit You Did Big Was ya boys 8 inch dick Click Clickin nothin but a lighter after gay love fest A horrible night of sleep is the only way u betta then the Rest Ya AID testing is the only way you gettin positive numbers on this test . |
ya talking bout queers, its clear your lovin them
cutting meat like a butcher but suckin mens dao does sigs of women to hide his secret filling puttin up a front, mean 'back' bending then giving i dont want no beef, and i mean that literally and physically, cos i know your a fag admittadly.... |
(i chill with deva in real life and know him well)
^Women don't love you... they laugh and they goad you They only show passion... in the way that they loathe you! I'll pop ya head off ya shoulders... like when the toaster throws the toast up You only come on the site... to get your fuckin posts up! I make you ill right until... you're sick and you hurl This guy goes to college... just to pick on the girls! I can't see you on the net but know you're angry without frowns He tried to make a sandwich and burnt his own house down! |
Com, leave that poor kid alone, why ya gotta diss...
Someone who's as defenseless, as your poor wrists. They're overworked, but you're relentless with a fist... And I'm not talkin bout punchin, I mean ya got no one ta kiss. Cept a magazine, leavin lip prints and cum spits all over it... Poor kid's whole sex life is nothin but pics and a lonely dick. |
who you callin kid, i could be ya father
infact i am, i fucked ya mother after 10 pints of lager she takes it well, like you when ya get bummed thats what ya dad said after, in you he cummed born to kill ha ha ya got my ribs sore ya couldnt kill shit if i gave you a 12 bore... |
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Oh my God I can't belive the Shit that you wrote/ Crap was stale, tired and old as the original pope/ If I ever get that Ill, please cut life support or O.D. me on pills/ Set my carcuss on fire and scatter my ashes over Hillbilly hills/ You call that hot, well on RB it's known as a Flop/ Not considered a Drop, placing ya career on STOP/ Never post here again unless ya blazing the spot/ Magma flowz spewing thru acids scriptz when I spit/ Your raw, but more like sore from the friction rub'n ya Clit/ |
^^?
Yeh look at doggy-whatta hypochrit wit copy'pastin shit- He has half his Motto right....He really was born a dick- disgusted as I view ya words an acknoweldge no skill- It show's ya only mod cus ya post count is ova the hill- From the looks of things-I've come to see ur jus a bitch of Axe E UM- Givin anal to all the mod's wit gas' like they be pullin up an askin Premium... |
So ya want to act like you know a thing or two?/
Elevation must be starved cuz ya bit off more than ya can chew/ Name fits since it would take carsonjet times 2/ To match wits against retarded kids that drool/ Face it ya broke like old dudes hipz, againt me Scratched like lotto tix/ Here's a tootsie pop, your only Lick, like that hooka trick... Your only hit/ It takes a Proc' to feel your shit, w/Backed up flowz like dropping bricks/ I'm 'constant-faded' and your just... full of SHIT... Fuck off... edit: lmao @ axe's bitch... ~Bounce~ |
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Bouncey Bounce I smoke you like an ounce, I pounce on these clowns who think they can last the rounds, Here the sounds of blastin round, DUCK THE FUCK DOWN, You the king? I split yer crown, turn the frown upsideown, it's only a cypher, I'm tryin to deceipher who is whiter, if it's a fact, You gotsta be blavck to rap your ass is albino, this is final, When I tap your bitch in the back call it spinal, hittin it like a white rhyno, Fuck this diss it took me 30 seconds, hal a minute, Longer than your sex life if you gave 25 seconds for cuddlin when yer finished. Lol, that was fun..... |
Dawg please Elevation implies more than rising UP off ya knees/
Hot spit is more than just the queer pleasure your b/f receives/ Like ya name suggest's ya just-a-pissed off 'Cracker' who's spitz lack stature/ Like broke necks to cranial fractures my bars Shatter your Bust like Plaster/ My bombs drop like Neutron scriptz your dud'z land like finger flicks/ One mean saltine's spleen caught more iron than displayed in new orleans/ Fragged with Buch shoot, too hot to flop, like his career, fell dead on the spot/ |
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