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nigga wheres your subject matter you talkin bout stealing lines
i growing tired of this chatter cause you stealing my time me steal your shit my nigga that is ubsurd to bet you in a battle i woudnt even need words they must a stole your man hood while you was a tender age next time you come at me with shit that weak delete the page |
dawg you've been pushing da wrong buttons ...u need to start wit delete
logg off ur computer and go play in da street im sick and tired of u netcess swear u elite i aint even gotten personal and already u beat criminals aint afraid a prison, ur gay so dont be scaried to be took ur to scaried to be shook thats why u stay to da net ur too scaried how da street look |
well shit lets check the facts your posts are higher then mine
so put 2 and 2 together whos spending more of their time trying to come up wiith a rhyme delievering punches in lines you sweating behind this shit i do it for a pasttime but full time or part time iam better then u u from miami dog say is trick daddy fucking you too |
You don't know how to spell past time
that only tells me one thing... you are mine you want to be Trick Daddy? or would you rather be Em... and express self pity Your rhymes like time and mine are so cheap you say choose your words wisely... your done to the defeat |
you must be an english proffessor trying to critic my spelling
but your words make no sense like that of illiterate felones i shouldnt even waste my time replying to such a wack verse but i guess this will give u time to look up words and reherse you already 0-1 off the record 0-2 aint it snowing up their dont the shovelers need you aint nothing ILL about the NOIS that your making you might be better at poetry cause a mc your faking |
Where the fuck did you get the number fifty-nine?
If that's your age... It's older than mine. You probably a wrinkled up old faggot with no life Maybe you trinkle in bed and then go for the knife cut those wrists and let the white take the mike my words ain't that wack for a newbie but you is an old man in sight fighting for the right to diss tonight Take a good look around this room... there ain't no room for you |
5 popper 6 dropper its a gang related sign
turn the 6 upside down dumb ass thats 5 9 what kind of dude throw punches in regards to someones age you wanna know my age boo just look at my profile page and yes your words are wack you might need a ghost writer cause the only way you can beat me cyphering.... if its gasoline you cypher |
ha ha man, that shit was fuckin funny,
like when i used ta beat ya up and take your lunch money well obviously you can't suck, if ya can't cypher gasoline so you must be the one with an asshole full of vasoline no offense to any thing i just wrote ya know how it is, it's all a fuckin joke |
Pirut quit lying, playing like you run with a gang
When really the only type of gang you got is "banged" You fucking sissy, trying to bow up, and scare somebody off You better type again, you run the risk of gettin' tossed Cuz I'm the head boss, the fucking H N I C I'll battle you from my couch, simply sippin Hi-C Oh I see your panty lines, sportin a G-string better then she His raps are shitty, but you aint better then he And you ain't better then me, but you're much better to bleed And your better off not knowing what I said...good thing you cant read ....Ooops, I did it again! |
yes the shit is real funny cause you are the joke
i take no offense in anything that you wrote you contridict yourself in your own fucking flow and that record should be reveresed the 1 then the 0 but i guess that how it go when you just cant hack it i would assume thats why your parade around in a strait jakit |
You talk about this kids record when U got none
U ripped the wrong kid cuz it takes u 5 minutes for six lines of fun Ur new to rb like all the rest these fukkin newbies All running around and shit, sayin momma come do me Ur lifes in the power of my tongue, but u can't hold death The only time ill die is if u open ur mouth and i smell ur breath Im feed up and tired of these wack kids so im gonna exit So ill kill this kid w/ pirotekniks kinda like his name after i hex it -KeMy$t |
what kinda kemyst carries round a sword, shouldn't you have a beaker
from what i see their's nuthing weaker, you look like that shy kid still trying to fuck his teacher your from where? oh isn't that just great touch and break, only killing you sees...from children of the corn tapes for whores sakes, i don't give a fuck when i diss i could simply whistle and burn your lab coat to a crisp |
its all in ur name NO ABUSE cuz thats wut u deliver
i'm iller than a 30 year alcoholics liver ur 4rm tha underworld, well i figured that much cuz ur rhymes r like a friend i havent seen in years OUT OF TOUCH heres a sayin u should follow "pick ur fights" man i killed u in 3 bars dont even deny it cuz u kno i'm right |
i believe ur breath smells like ass...ur spits shitty
ill make circles around ur cyphas...just to spin city u got da illes style for a wack rapper...it even fits diddy and aint no unit need this pussy...cry bitch cuz u miss fitty chi chi get da yayo and i can rip it cuz i sayso in a minute u can laylow faggot u's da gayhoe likes gettin fist up in ur ahole niggas diggin up ur anal till it reaches up ur navil........ |
Forced rhymes from Don Johnson himself (guy from Miami Vice)
Here's some rhymes to bite u need some help This kid acts like he's a fukkin gansta in his profile Too bad he's 45, and nothin but a pedifile Now ur on trial, death row u should dial Wait its gone, just like your played out song And too many rhymes from this kid makes me yawn Watever cat u wack, go back to ur sack cuz thats the only time ull have balls on ur track AND WHOEVER IS NEXT THINK OF SOMETHING BESIDES CORNFIELDS ITS FUKKIN PLAYED OUT BE CREATIVE IF U CAN -KeMy$t |
The talent pool is filled... With acid... for this bitch...
What a fitting end for this supposed Chemist... I'm dropping hot bars... this kid repping soft sonnets... Shit... my dicks 3 feet longer... from punks like you hanging off it... Rock ya head back with vicious jabs... leave ya neck funny feelin... Deliver the finally blow and completely break the tension |
this isnt hard,i easily send this guy vet a vet diss
how can he be # 1 on the site, when he reps tetris now that brooklyns gone, its easy to see whose the most overated talks bout ppl hangin on his dick, but its funny how everyone he's dated im not hatin, im only followin the topic but i dont want this pussy to cry, so i decided to stop it |
Chrit goin for a hundred, wins against kids...
Full speed-no brakes, so why's his underwear got skids? Elevated beyond description, but still lower than dirt... Chasin only RB femcees cuz he needs tha net ta flirt. Seen his pic, and yo...his complexion's so smooth and pale... In person the ladies never think...that Chrit could even be male. |
shit chrit u gettin dissed, maybe a vet/
but ur lass spit sounded like shit/ no hate dawg but I thought u were better then that/ spittin weak ass nursery rhymes, now I know tha u juss wack/ most ya verse was filler, no punchline, so I'll juss give u tha winner/ hit u up with 2 shots in tha nuts, oh shit wait, forgot tha u ain't got none/ so take a pencil an some paper, an jot this down/ come back to the cypher, when u got somethin worth bustin out/ no hate bro. |
He took a dip in tha Gene Pool, and almost drowned in it...
Ended up coughin up a lung, water, and helluva lotta dicks. Outta his mouth they fell, he's been swallowin them for years... Ever since Daddy showed him how when he was wet behind tha ears. Now he's all grown, but the bad habits still run rampant... It's why his lips, mouth, and shirts...always look dampened. |
someone call for this fag to be banned/
it's 6 lines bitch, not 2 and almost a half/ ^^directed at MC Shrek but born to kill is the one that gets his thrills/ from chokin on dick, but his bf's bitch when the cum spills/ must be y ur messages are garbled an fake/ got to much backwash from the cum that u ate/ and here u are, left with nothin for chase/ hell juss go eat some shit, maybe that'll get rid of the taste/ but really man, how u gonna diss me to act like a fag/ when it's ur game, and ur the one that always likes to play/ |
Look you are a lame-dude, We may be in the same-crew..
Why did i put you in when no one knows ya name-fool??? 0-2? that stands correct, cause you lack scripted dialect.. Tried out for crews,said no so i took him cause i felt bad for the reject.. You know ya record wouldnt look so bad if you actually won a match... Winning is like a cold something you cant catch, cause I beat this fag.. |
Corrupted Vision.. Naw You Just Distorted With Your Wins..
9 Wins.. But YOu Couldn't Even Swing And Hit Me In The Shins.. Sins Alone Leave A Lasting Impression Like How I Leave Your Face Scarred.. You Drop That Shit And I Spit So Raw My Lines Should Be |Barred|.. This Retard Couldn't Beat Gene Pool Even If It Was A Handicap Race.. ^^ Ooo I Diss Both Of Em^^ Cuz Trying TO Find Your Punchs Is Like Seeing After Being Maced.. So I Hope The Next Person Can Give Me A Fight Back.. Cuz I Will Be THe First To Admit This Was Whack.. But It's Still Better Then Anything You Could Write.. |
Ill put you back ..in the dark with “2 claps”..like you were a clapper
Clap on clap off…your raps soft…cause you just a sad rapper Speek just cant spit….cause he just opens his mouth…. All this time he rants shit….but honestly hasn’t spoken a sound… You got the rep….But this faggot just sits n banters…. Only ILL as fuck……cause hes got testicular cancer….. Speek’ll get layed to rest dawg,….You play the best? not….. Only thinking you’re “hard”….cause ya play with vets cocks…. Cum to ya face homo….now you can ..take ya best shot…. His thoughts are on ice cause beating me means ya frozen in dreams.. The only time ya touchen ya life dawg….is when ya holden the screen.. Im like a massive power outage cause im just Crushing ya lights off leave ya blind to wins like the Browns while Im clutchen ya lines raw… |
Claps are essential to gats till ya brain splats
Pop ma guns like a champane cork "2" shots make a 4-eyed dork Wit a mastas degree left under the mat so low-key Ya "A's" to "C's" to "D's" and ya got ya Masta wanna "B's" no me's or g's in that part of the seas that your boat cant cease But i see ya meant 9 chumps wit slumps dumb as stumps to get on the board but that 1 struck a choard in ya throat to sink ya boat to drown and choke with 1 death stroke ! |
you cant see me that fine, this cat'll bleed on a dime.../
n' the only time my visions corrupted... is when im readin ya lines!/ im beatin him wise, and truth is... i aint fond 'a yer crew.../ get on with it newb... i been here a year longer then you!/ this imposter is screwed... dont ever pretend to be dope/ dont protect ya neck, but this joke'd best be defendin his throat!/ |
bitch a death stroke to u, is chokin on dick, shit that's all to true/
left useless and confused, twist u up, dazed struck/ fuck it, I'll just hit up with 26 shots, that outta shut u the fuck up/ punk what? but I got these otha 2 chumps but guess what?/ I don't gotta say much cuz u both suck cock cuz u can't get cunt/ it's kinda hard ta get dumped when u can't even pick up/ unless she's drunk, and hopped up on coke and skunk/ masta C, u juss a bitch cuz u "Speakin to E.Z."/ hell if need be, I'll take both of u's to the streets/ show that I can stomp, and merk both u's and leave u to bleed/ and it'd only be me leavin da scene untouched and clean/ directed at masta C, Speek.E.Z., and Slipt. |
This guy can't do anything by himself//
That's why he has his crew write his stuff// He admits it that Masta C is part of his crew// Making your own name doesn't come easy to you// You making Masta C off a Masta P// Little Romeo could even see that it's to easy// And ass for you Middle Weight// You'll never make your place at champ camp// I bet we could never pull heavy weight outta his ass// |
skitten was that shit written, we kno damn sure it wasn't bitten
i could come up with a better flow, while pregnant..with kittens listen? okay i got your attention, now make sure to laugh then i'ma embarris you like your job and it's a chore to rap just a whore in the back, stupid ass with no flava avy's like i already used a sonic line before, so just call me...a big hater |
No abuse, you trying to freesyle, its no use//
Cuz u dis on skittin but you got no punch in that shit you spittin// and it don't even rhyme , you being on RB should be considered a crime// So Im gonna have you indicted, just try and fight it// cuz if you win i'll put your face to the curb// So you might as well bite it// |
This cats 'prog-nosis' is bleak, broken like 'immunities' from the 'trash' that he speaks/
Call that rap, another career ya should seek, maybe styling 'lines' for the realm of the 'Weak'/ Four posts and ya ready to boast, ya mouth is moving but ya ryhmes must be 'Ghost'/ Your disconnected and feeling neglected, cuz ya ryhmes are Sick and Whackness infected/ Serve that crap and ya'll just get rejected, stick ~2~ Crack cuz your Dopeless ~&~ misdirected/ Now head back to your room ya sorry baffon, come back w/prewrit'z and the styles ya Consume/ (<-eat bite w/e) |
I got some Somke to choke this fuckin reefercutionist
Its not dope you ho, my lines go electrocute`this`bitch Screw the switch, my mag spray go illumiate the room i better fumigate for somebody smell the stinch of yo doom Yo couldn't even spell bafoon* it must be Cali's night life wit seven hundred seventy nine posts, whacho do on this site? |
What I do on this site? Ignite da Mic ~N~ devistate cuz all ya herbs a'like/
Go ahead Sign on the _ _ _ _ _ (dotted line) for ya membership into 'Herbs-4-Life' Is that ya name or just ya Sexual Shame, Disfucntional Member ~N~ Little 'Peter Tame'/ I read ya spit but it's lacking the 'Shit', unless it's smeared all over ya 'Buddies Dick' Either way ya never comming close to a Hit, Kind of like ya allergy to the Clit/ So on the MIC you can Sit, it fits better like that Dick in your Grip or when ya B/F's Ramming ya Hips/ |
bouncedoggydog you seem to have these cats shook/
cuz check how long it took to put ur face to my foot/ kickin rhymes ta ya look im drop lines u da hook/ ur battle careers over homie run back ta ya book/ i heard you was raped...so tell ur story homie/ ur better of getting props if u say it was kobe/ this niggas gay even big joke told me/ this niggas diggin my style and said he'll blow me/ u bitch made lyrically fit? nigga...show me/ i wrote this simple homie for u to pretend u can fold me...... |
Excuse me ~R~ ya trying ~2~ amuse me? Ya just a slut in this game... a fucken fluzy/
Don't make me spit thru ya frame dismember ~N~ mame...leak ya thoughts out ya brain/ Ya just a pedifile in denial roaming the childrens ailse cuz boy's pants were 1/2 off...service with a smile/ Time to switch it up, elevating complexity finalyzing ya destiny/ verbalizing w/thermal toxicity poison melting evry herb N proximity delusional thoughts of battle'n me...I'll rattle ya cranial cavity ya straggle'n "G" |
whey the fuck do niggas use words they cant understand
you must got the rhyming dictionary tattoed on your hand my nigga are you for real i hope that wasnt your best you one of those niggas that got answers and still cant past the test you like a domino players just matching the dots cause those words your matching have meanings.......oh you must of forgot |
stepped into the cypher, its surrounded with lame gays,
.. id diss you .. if i could figure out wtf your name says! your wack as fuck hoe, with one syllable rhyming lines? why the fuck am i even here .. its just wasting my time! [ ____________________________________] , dude ^you registered THIS month, so THAT line alone sonns you! |
looking at your verse i see the outcome will be cri-ti-cal
bitches ask for syllables your flow is pi-ti-ful not to be a-na-ly-ti-cal but the shit you spit is ty-pi-cal of a nigga that claims hes superior but receives no re-si-du-als i hate to be cy-ni-cal...but in this case i have to be your momm has my ge-ni-tals on a picture from her (CAMARA-C) |
keep forcing your multi's, moron. your not a cool kid,
the camera line wasnt dope .. when evolve used it = | so yours REALLY fucking sucked, and a mom line? eww.. that alone speaks volumes on what it takes to beat you! plus your an illiterate fuck .. its CAMERA you little shit, so go ahead, Raise the Bar .. then i'll beat u to dfeath w. it! |
so evovle knows too about your momms and the pic
and who the fuck says eww.....tell the truth your a chick u the type that sucks dick for a lotto quick pick, a stick of bubble gum, are u sick,cause you stand when you shit damn near 5000 post and you only battled twice you nervous...like the one at the wedding scared to throw rice |
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