stick it johnny cuz I roll u up an smoke u/
get high and trip cuz ur potent rhymes ain't dope dude/
so choke on 2, when I put 24 bullets in and through/
cuz dissin u comes as easy as abc and 123/
look it's juss u and me, in tha tree/
but don't front, cuz I'll throw u from it free/
and watch u break every limb and bleed/
so u be the one to rest in piece/
an bitch u betta believe/

fuck it juss somethin quick no hate.

i got u hopeing this is my best verse/
da truth is this complimants my best worse/
u got so much spit written in text words/
only battle board MODs know ur net worth/
u da type a nigga thats been FIRED ta get hurt/
dont get mad u BLOW JOBS, cuz thats ur best work/

Man You suck M_80 More Like a cheap sparkler
Except yo talent dont shine you seem to get dark-l-er
Thats terrible, i guess the wackness drifts down posts
"Got FIRED for givin BLOWJOBS" is what this clown boasts
He gettin shot down in a cypher-so his whole town toasts
He's a wigga at most high off of Pac's lyrics
if he belives hard enough than he might imitate his spirit
....

Big Joke, self explainitory, you said it in your name
JohnnieBlaze is in the game, so just get out of my way
My mind remains my gun, my words are my fucking ammo
Step hard enough to me, you'll get chipped like tooth enamel
I hope you got a good handle on the lines that Im spittin'
Get it embedded in your mind, so you'll never be forgettin'
My name, my word, all my fucking A K A's
Infinite, The Real One, and then you got JohnnieBlaze
I know I got ya mind phased, you in a daze all day
You wanna play all day, then you get slayed all day
Playing with fire is risky, go up like a cloud of smoke
Especially when I'm feeling frisky, you're just a Big Joke

...You asked for it

Johnnieblaze you sound Gay, talkin bout you real,if you really knew the deal your casket Would B signed and sealed,
Cats like you- jump from name to name escaping shame, you like the cat below me, Both you niggaz is Lame,Your mind is your gun and your words are your ammo,you made for t.v. like the Gotdamn Sopranos. I got more styles than pacino,Game than casinos,Ruff Raleigh Records-D.Jewels the Gambinos!!!!. Gam Fam

cheap chump, when only u amount to the cost of a 5 dolla blunt/
johnnie'be'blazed fo fun, shit juss let that resin run/
gettin high? but bitch u already be done, get shunned/
when I roll up, with 2 guns, endin it son/
but it's sad enough, that u gotta use the same word thrice/
cuz ya simple mind gets lost, dazed by "3 days" flight/
the chance is slight, for u to eva win this fight, fo life/
so who's the big joke now, u've been clowned/
by the Gene Pool crown on da breakdown/
so just rest as the adrenaline fakes out/
cuz motha fucka u be the one gettin chased out/

again no beef bro

this nigga is da type to ROCK CYPHERS chokin on rap/
cuz he's da lord of da rings SESSION, smoking on crack/
u aint a soljah holding a gat, i got real duns gun tokin i-rak/
i already told u foes,and u hoes that bring trash/
u wont recieve half my flow till ur souls have been cashed/
so stay ON DA RUN nigga cuz ur raps have been gassed.....

First off I gotta hit Gene Pool, and that pus Gambino
Wanna spit out words like they really grab c notes
But see those weak ass rhymes you spittin Guido
You might as well be at your boyfriend's in a speedo
I bring the heat yo, but your not even near flame retardant
You both come with some dumb shit, to confirm your retarded
So don't start it, something you can't finish
Make me rewind the track and start from the beginning

johnnieblaze aint that name of some weak ass cloths
thats worn by hormophidites, drag queens and homos
your flow was simplistic, u need to learn some linguistics
an mc wanna be you fit those characteristics
you ve become a statistic with this six line flow
so start again johnnieblaze a.k.a. the hoe...............

PIRUTX59 heard ur mom use to swallow dawg, i know that shit hurt/
when found out that she taught u "dont drink till u eat first"/
go HEAD sip outta her cup son my cums been known to quinch thirst/
PIRUTX59 da cat wit a weak verse/
da ass out nigga just waiting to split first/
24 yr ol bitch on da FRONT-LINES fakein ur git verse/
and ur chump change saliva compared to what my spits worth....

i see the m in your name but your missing the c
you keep a count on your dicksucking i c you stopped at 80
and your moms oh my god she lets me shit on her face
u put my name in all caps your shit deserves lowercase
so m_80 its all gravy but your flows are a riot
the only way you earn respect is bent over and quiet

wipe u lips dicksucka u seem to have a runny mouth/
check them red dots pussy before i leave u BLOODY SOUTH/
what u do get a trainer ta teach u da basics/
about kickin flows, but sonny lets face it/
ur better off getting a copy and paste it/
trust me jump of a roof if u hateing cuz da bull u making/
is flop hits that'll flip before ya head splits da pavement/

i hope this aint your best, u saving it for your last
i can tell by your verse you took a special aid class
iam flattered that you studied reading a nigga profile
you outta your league you faggot you need to change up your style
can u try a little harder.... this aint no contest
you flow should impress.... not look like fat hoes undressed


give it up nigga

dawg u scaried ill drop bombs, convienced a missile will hit u/
i got a million and one disses that'll sizzle and rip thru/
including da one that'll kill u without rippin ur tissue/
i dont see death a problem, its u livings' da issue/
u can claim u a brick homie but im willin ta flip u/
cuz im da illest thing to hit black people since sickle/
and ur probably da wildest vet since dr doo-little....

shit if iam dr do little then your dr do nothing
you like a deer that aint even worth hunting
obssed with tissue cause you wipe your ass with newspaper
a job that fits your skill is water boy for the lakers
how you gonna win your punches cause no damage
i wont diss in the last line i feel i got the advantage

u's da waterboy for da lakers homie
im surprised u aint come out wit gettin raped by coby
im probably sure u'd hate to know me
i left u a bastard, im ur father, its not to late to know me
ican tell u about da days when ur moms couldnt wait to blow me
i still say she shouldve swallowed dat night
but oh well here we are up in a text fight
son u can't beat me cuz im da best type
listen to ur father cuz i can give and take life.....

tell you momms in the morning that iam cuming home soon
i wont claim to be your daddy, you resemble bamboons
she told me that you jack off with vidal sasoon
and that u got a little problem with nuts the size of balloons
you lock ur self in your room with broken sticks from the broom
and stab urself in the ass until its swoolen like prunes
give it up dog...please adhere to the warning
cause this court of ass wipping will soon be adorning

on da real dawg dont take these words kindly/
u wrote ur own demise and forgot to chose ur words wisely/
im a street poet so u know my works grimy/
im heavy wit this rhyming to ever spit my shit lightly/
fuck if u despite me/
cuz i toke guns and got nines dat wont fight me/
even ur ghost writer who bites me dont like me/
and finally tell ur moms tonight wear her baby blue nighty....

my nig we dont dont do baby flu did you forget its piru
if that nine aint got no bullets how can it protect you
u talk about grimey that wont describe your flow
one word to describe your mom though is funkyhoe
you good for keeping dro so i blow on the weed
then she blows on me till she swallows my seeds

real simple.......

heres a riddle of death/
what kind of slug will rip thru a vest/
ta chizzle ur chest/
so hot that'll sizzle ur flesh/
hit da middle and rest/
before it'll rip thru ur neck?/
i got u to shook ta read texts/
stayin on da board ta greet vets/
nigga get a life and respect...

hah boy u beef only wid da net as ya vest....u best have a bulletproof monitor an a bomb proof desk...cuz i spit lead through high speed an optical cables to open ya chest//
this wak rapper is dated...not even light weighted wen u type its all played every punch is faded.... u spit like that 70's show u do it in da present but man its really dated//
ur a discarace i'd rather be welcomed to miami hardcore by will smith.... wen u spit u spill shit... for christmas ill stuff u like a turky biut dont want no thanx given for this ill gift//
M_80 fuck u im m16... spit tear ya skin crush bones an ben(d) ya spleen..... im so fuckin keen to show u im meen.... but for no ill let ya wack ghost riter remain unseen//

bitch u stand where u stay cuz everyone knows theres faggots in UK/
matter afact faggot u gay/ and it really wouldnt matter what u say/
cuz for real which ghost writer got mad and composed "ur WACK"
its over don and i didnt need no closier rap/
cuz i had ur shit beat ever since u beeen exposed ta crap/
and ur flow wouldnt be dope if it got sold for crack/
KICKing FLOWs so far up ur ass u'll get da SOLE to RAP/
i even got ur homies talking "yo let me get a bowl of that"...

M_80...notha Fan obsessed slim-shady infectin R-n-B like Rabies-
Get off dis site...Ur worste than Whitey's who tried to spit in early 80's-
witta fag sig-its no gig...this kid does more for free than suck..
he's a young buck...witta avi thats played as fuck-
Move on off the rap-scene to Miami pre-teen -
Shit ya spits worste than your basketball team.....
Don't come back pissed an drop another cypher cus u can't handle a diss-
Somebody betta call Nabisco quick'fuck fists-Ima bout ta eat dis Ritz-

what THE fuck is a CYPHILAIDS,definition, a 1yr old diaper eggs/shit is the meanin of that type of eggs/brain in ya mouth because of dick, you love, that type of head/watch, I make this buck shot, from this rifle, spread/ right into CYPHI head, sendin him, right to bed/you TINA TURNER my boot is gonna IKE ya head/I'm standin over your casket, bastard, I'll fight the dead/I know, 6bars is limit and it might, get me deleted and this cypha spread/

Man...

Ya Cyph's never get ya Laid, why ya gotta lie...
A bitch reads one line, then her sex drive dies.
New ta RB? From that verse it's clear ta see...
So take yourself ta class, enroll quick into WEC.
Have it be ya alma mater, though you'll fail ta graduate...
Only slinga who wears a jet pack, and still can't elevate.

Oh Hey Whattup?....Yo Check Dis!...It's Born To Kill-
Congrats Dawg-U da oldest Bitch On-Site Wit Outta Deal-
Fer'Real...30 Summin-Ya Older than the History Channel....
Age' Even Wit Candles....Only way Ya Heavy Weight is if I fill Ya Wit Anvals'-
Had that Avi For-Ever Man....Yet I think it's Elevated More than U-
1800 posts?....an 100 battles Latta- an Dis Kat still aint Gotta Clue....

No Beef_LolZ.....*1*

Aw damn it's a mix between virual infection and VD confection/
The kidz sick but not w/perfection but like POSITIVE detection/

A human wasteland whrittered away like Crack to a Waisteband/
A walking plauge who's spitz biohazzardous lyrics quite vauge/

He's killing catz, with infectious breath, as his 'Spit'z' putting crowds to death/

His rap's tattered and fragile, like his demise, should've 'steer'd clear' instead of 'Stood' Queer' whilst in Jail/

holy cow!! is that a spit, nigga like torn basketball your bounce to get ripped
proud and legit, i didn't want to get to this pussy...so i stopped crowding his clit
count down yo! no's fusion will flame your delusional raps
and prove how i match, not your style...cuz that's the usual crap
screw you hoe!! even bob marley has to light your spliff
your not tight as dick, need to be writing with rightguard power strips..to have lines that stick

hes not tight as dick..... what kind of faggot are u
you dont like crowding the clit...got damn who knew
what kind of fucking name is the shit no abuse
is it because u dont want pain when niggas gut your caboose
now your assholes loose when you shit u got the runs
part time mcs dont make leave it to the real ones....

pirut x? you asking what kinda of name is mine
you must be retarded, otherwise...this pirate is blind
couldn't fight a midget, with 2 arms cuffed
and while were talking bout assholes...go on slut!
you in for a banger, forget a bass box
i raide blocks, use my toungue...and detonate shots
why my words are never chosen, their destined to destroy
but i'm so nice, when i spit...each time is stretching the joy

no abuse lets call a truce
cause you the coldest thing cum along since dr suess
its bad when your flows dont make no sense
or better yet make no cents just smell like a scent
use your tongue to do what.....these are scriptures of a gay kind
whats a terrible thing to waste.....oh yeah nigga your mind

ur over at da welfare building tryina get signed/
cuz this nigga swears RB is giving away older vets rhyme/
go ahead right click press copy to borrow a line/
even wit rb legends best rhyme u still wouldnt follow behind/
yeah u straight...cuz u give so much head u start formin a line/
matter afact u renamed it "swallowing mind"/
just to show ur text like it was smarter then mine...

M-80, I thought you were gonna do us a favor and quit
It's getting annoying listening to you spit the same old shit
And every time that you rhyme, you tend to end in seven lines
It keeps you off balance, that's why yours aint stable like mine
But please don't pay me no mind, you don't have it to waste
If you were a bit sharper you'd beat me, but that isn't the case
So just give me my space, or you get knocked into place
In the corner with a dunce cap and a frown on your face
Crown Royal fits my taste, so I just guzzle it down
Get tipsy, get pissy and await the next round....

dawg ur moms swallowed more sea-men then da whole wide ocean/
someone should keep dat sluts pussy shut cuz dat hoes wide open/
id love to do u da favor and quit/
but it aint my fualt ur OG likes a good dick/
and u must be ill on these street...cuz u keep da hood sick/
imma leave u bruised beat dazed and confused/
dont be amazed at da fact u gone lose.......

bitch keep searchin for puppy love all over da net/
trust me it wouldnt help u to start blowing a vet/
just to get props and some ups on ur text/
this niggas even asking MODs "whats da code for rejects?"/
seriously dawg r u spiting some death threats?/
cuz i got u like a bulletproff vest i aint feeling ya tek/
so lets battle for ur life nigga put ur soul to da bet
or did u already sell ur soul to defeat half my best.....

i hope youse a girl with tek outlined in pink
i like red lipstick on you boo what the hell do you think
what you a drag queen a female imatation
tell us the truth you cant spell..look at all your abreviations
why the hell you want m_80 under your nuts
so he can suck your dick at the same time he drills in your butt

give it up dogg youve had enough.........

iv written hotter scriptures then u burnin da bible/
u wouldnt even spit flames if ur name was....oh it is piro/
is this really a foe..nah just a kid rival/
ive droped enough bombs ive been known to rip cylos/
my flows on heavy medication..dr's diagnois my spit psycho/
im a hustla ive been known to flip hydro/
ur known to suck dick for smoke so get hi-hoe.....

m-shady got damn nigga you back again
youve tasted nothing but defeat infact yall became best friends
if i didnt post shit ya faggot youd still lose
learn to pay your dues are you the macot for your crew
and who the fuck is piro ya bitch you need glasses
but you can rumage through the dark and fuck niggas in asses
that shit is kinda backwards but thats your skill i cant hate
you keep bending niggas over soon youll find your soulmate

ill battle u RAP JESUS...but da bets for ur life
im sure u wouldnt win if ur last name was christ
keep praying PIRU T X da five nine
im sure someday one of these vets will lend u a rhyme
but till then ur on da net to get signed
copy what u like but dont be afraid to get fined
cuz stealing others lines aint really a crime
ur better of blowing a nine ta ya head losing ur mind
instead of trying to keep suckin off mine......