push zig zag's wig back, then choke him with tic tacs..
get bitch slapped, shove a shovel up your ass..ya dig that?
as ill as me is what you wish you could get, leave him missin with this..
erase all those otha quotes and put this in ya sig...
scratch you up so much you wont be able to tell where the blisters is stoppin..
the only game you got is the picture your rockin..
come on and diss back and will see how brave ya are..
do that and whind up missin like ya avatar..

I'm back like ghost's here to haunt-us
No wonder I put da 1 1 to ya rec like Isaiah Thomas
The gatz tracked you think you'll blast Back?
Send Capz fast, u got blood breath cuz i send mac-tac's
Talk smack u ack fast den da play start
Cuz my crew got more nigga'z den da M.L.K March
Step back, u aint got it when im flex-in-fam
Cuz den thangz can leave ya back-wet like a Mexi-can*

WET BACK *

the heat ul leave you toasted, too ill to not boast bitch..
fuck wit me and ill leave ya figure more fucked up then ya post is..
im throwin out records, puttin pressure on the back till i broke it..
ive spoke shit, to leave blaza broke down like vehicles on the side of the road..
put the scalpul to the side of ya throat, and proceed to cut..
act as a hungry pimp and eat this slut...

you shouldn't have posted that nigga presize ur thoughts/
cuz i'll send bullets at ur brain the size of chalk/
while blaze is trapped in the boz tryin to find a way out/
u gettin toasted for boastin bout them rhymes thats played out/
u ain't gonna eva have clout on rv/
I ain't even a rapper i'm a scrapper and u can't beat me/
u ain't ready for this drama/
cuz lyrically the bombs that i drop got me compared to osama

now this nigga here is straight from the chi-town suburbs
and as he chokes on his diss back imma stomp him so he suffers
tough words from a weak cat getcha knees cracked back
this isnt a nigga u wanna take three stabs at u be laughted at
trigga town sticks no ink just crayon marks on construction paper
you fuckin wif a real og homie i kill kids like u im an abduction raper
the way im fucking you with words you get it? if not u's a retard
you's a little bitch just a little kid in this game so why u beef hard?
but one last thing dawg before i go and forget it
Atcha funeral bro ill take your momma out to eat and hit it.

haha and thats just fuckaround shit nigga

CHI-TOWN is my heart, the BURBS is my rib/
The only thing u eva stomped was roaches in ya crib/
And everybody know that niggaz from gallatin, mo is some hoes/
I carry bullets that spray on/
I been carryin big toys since u was in preschool playin with crayons/
U like a weed head, hustlin a half ounce tryin to stay on/
Worthless, like a penny with a hole in it/
U just taken up space so I'll take ya head and put a hole in it

talking about rocking mics dis bitch got my clit
i tryed 2 mend her lines but she cant build a shit
i gatta use the basis for this nubee
.............so i dont get blames for a brain burst
u carrying big toys?..bitch dis aint disney
dont force urself on boys cos u dont wanna scratch d crust
trynna act hard?..to me u just a soft stash puss to xploit
by d time i give u jackie-chan style,baby u'd be destroyed



mayne i'm too high to be arsed..
......aimless talk u got,lol,indeed u dope..

nice try

talking about dope?..yah u iight to

u all are str8 garbage...like rats upside down in a bin....
If I wonder why ur here...Its cuz I cant believe u tryed to rap again....
I'll destroy u for the first, second, and last time...
I dont need my verse to hurt u...just read UR last line....
I'll cut you in half...now u twice the nothing to me....
I split up ur personality like the fucking fugees...
I move smoothly through weak punches and metaphores...
yeah u high now....but I'll be there when u hit the floor....

ur brail line is played...too bad...cuz ur shits hard to read...
I'll make it hard to breath wit punchlines doing crunch time on ur arterties...
u not the nigga u say u are...aint never met a Blaze I like...
so change ya rymes...fuck it...call strobe to come and save ya life...
2 bars and Iv destoyed u...u nobody in competition....
u left 2004...but 06 ur str8 out gonna come up missing....
cuz blaze...I'll leave u floor mat...bombs hit u were ur whores at...
so tell ur people u need help....ur still using the old Rapbattles format...

get the fuck outta here wit that weak shit.

wankers talkin like a gangster, you aint hittin glocks
and fuck you avatar bitch, you aint got SHIT on lock
im sick your not..you aint ever stoppin my lines
so il take a laser target and sniper rifle, and be sure to dot my iZ

6 line min, first warning
-Y's-

Dude I'll take ur sniper rifle and put u on a lean/
And have blood gushin lookin like a red laser beam/
U right eyedentdy ain't got shit on lock/
But now i'm makin a plan to run up in ur spot/
Ridin down ur block, lookin for daubs/
Cuz he was talkin bout them glocks, so i'll leave his brain on his dubs

find me on the path of destruction , jus look on your map...
wtf u doin dude, carter was traded...so vince no longer Rap(tor)
im the stronger cat, ya wack...phony, so ill give you a taste of real...
i fathered your ass..created you, literally made a Deal..
leave ya fade'n still, tryin to come at me with weaponrey..
ill destroy stair cases with ya face, so you can no longer step to me...

I'll 'nail your mouth shut', just to tell you 'dont speak'
you're garbage, if wackness was 'calories', then 'you'd be obese'
No matter who, I remove throats as I stab and bruise
your raps wouldnt be 'mean' even if you 'wrote em with attitude'

6 line min, first warning
-Y's-