this dude weak, im clearly on a whole different page....
ill rip this dude in 60 seconds, an be gon like im nicholas cage....
u a table wit two legs, don 'stand' a chance against me....
ya simply, a bitch, goin down in lame history....
i ripped u wit 5 lines, cuz you cant fuck wit me....

ayo poison itz 'bout fuckin dissin here
with linez like that aint no1 gone show sum fear
uz a weak muthafucker
this aint no history erry1 knoz uz a dick sucker
doin that shit errynite
u cant wait 2 take a bite
suckin like itz fuckin race against time
thatz what supposed to do take a diss in a rhyme
i c u suck it in 60 secondz
that shit'z ur only weapon
u gettin tipsy , u aint like j-kwon
itz bout gettin tipsy in D club
wdf ur bf callin he needz a hug
u full of shit with nicolas cage
fuckin that bitch for a minimum wage
take a look at this shit
this is the rhyme i spit


im still runnin this game
HellRaZoR still spitin dem flames

i got plenty of rhymes, call it Galore...
this niggas says he's a "hardhitter" but he rhymes soft core...
your rhymes did nothin' for me, cept leave me a bore...
dogg i should let u kno...im a money maker..striclty green papers
u aint shit...just a lil' faker
S-DUBZ= the real deal, son
HARDHITTER=um, sorry i aint got none
yous of no significance, so u could jus stay a distance
yous irrelavant...ima shut u down like the Pisitons...
but fa real though...im a jolly good fellow!
hate ta tell ya dogg...u softer than marshmellows...

Fuck You
 

Four three two one :gfy:
You remind me of William Hung
The idea of you doing anything with music is just plain out dumb
Your rhymes suck...they corrupt...might as well call um' a jaw dropper
I am bein fuckin serious and shit that aint at all a shocker
The shit you spit :spit: aint compared to the ones i shoot :shoot:
You don't believe me you could ask that dude Hoops
Cuz the shit i spit leaves you speechless
The shit i spit hits so hard, it leaves ya teethless
I spit my shit at you unexpectedly
To get any pussy i bet you have to give a girl extasy
To prove im' the best, shit aint nothin to prove
I aint lyin...i'm tell the 100% truth
If i wanted to i could diss everyone above you
Cuz i'm bored and you aint nothin...just don't have anything else to do
And if what i am sayin is pretty much leavin you dazed and confused
Just leave it to this...FUCK YOU :thefinger:

no skillz is not always enough to get U rapname, he's living proof/
Ruff ridah 187, that means theres atleast 186 niggaz that are better than U/
Nigga got smileys everywere, like he was Mr. Rogers/
Ur rymestyle was childish, U should be on the soundtrack for Harry Potter/
6 post, one for each shot U missed wit/
Im a ryming misfit, while Ur punchlines just missed hits/
U aint elivating, gravity and talent has grounded U/
all my soldiers love pussy, thats why they surrounded U/
Non lyrical, like U sighned up wit badboys/
This niggaz got shit :headbang: going on, like an MTV fratboy/
Leave ryming to the proffetionals, this harsh life just aint for ya/
It'll coas U to go into hiding like Saddom, while real Mcs dystroy ya/

whoa sum1 say real MC's?//
here I am bitch, looks like your clips empty//
You messed up one of your lines, like tha kat above you//
your soldiers dont love the pussy, they just love you//
thats right every nite before you go to bed//
your whole daym crew! givin each other head//

:thefinger

thats kinda nasty, like the tought of people voting in Ur battles/
My tongue is so sharp, It could cut U like a blade while I beat U wit the handle/
New Zealand dont know about war, so Individually, U dorment/
My punchlines'll fuck Up Ur innerchild, so shut the fuck Up and obsorv it/
I battle wit strategy, that'll fuck up the way U blink/
Tai bo U in a message boards, and rearange the way U think/
Eyedentdy gets massive wit drastic tactics/
Spitting multi's that'll truck buddha up like too much traffic/
Spitting wat I say to diss U is the only way U'll ever get votes/
Buddhas been keystyling eversince I chopped off his throaght/
but I'll peirce Ur jaw, like tatoo parlers/
Put my shoes on Ur dads face, just to become Ur step father/

I come cursin-this-brother, watch as im hurtin-his-cover/
names eyedentdy but he cant even determine-his-color/
kid, you not the only one and I end up merkin-the-others/
why act black? Get ready cos i got an urge-just-to-cut-ya/
the "nigga" you talking to never driven hard yards-or-metres/
he aint gangsta and im pretty sure you aint hardcore-either/
why talk like 50, biggie and pac, it only retarts-your-demeanor/
judging by your style, man, looks like it wont be hard-to-beat-ya/
couldnt get much hotter-i-reckon, gon get up to burn-and-to-wreck-'im/
how many beds the rider done slept in? while i wrote this verse-up-in-seconds/
attack with murderous weapons, flex all my work and my blessing through mics/
been through tests-n-through-strife but never lost a true-test-in-my-life/
i rap and although im the best-im-still-white, carry much pride-n-honour/
rap right cos i wanna, you rap gangsta, diss buddha and youll get no time in nirvana/
ya previous-verses contain many words dispersed-in a negro fashion, but this is the internet/
ya cant get-it-workin, so dont even bother postin-a-verse-in reply, no use dissin-a-vet/

just workin on multies...

Keep workin on multies
its your job to be wack/
Still couldnt be on the money
if you was sittin on a hundy stack/
One man band a band with one man
i told your members not to fuck with me man/
Dont make me turn loco
run a train on yo ass/
Running your mouth like a motor
as if this was mechanic class.

tipsy diss on Jeneric

1 here comes the 2 to the 3
home boyz trippin he aint kno i m a Mc
pull out the gun all he do is Flee
nigga daýzed out afta hittin that tree
4 here comes the 5 to the6
niggas so gay neva heard of chix
homosexual man watches men porno Flix
stays home trys to suck his dick
then aske if he can go see nick tro suck his dick....


hahhahah lol

hey broad............recite ya A-B-C
cos u got a sensless spit.....
my biography is worth a whole nu philosofy.....
if u think u a good MC....i think u should count from 1 to 3.....
i could hang dis dawg on a tree.....
and make him throw up like a nameless bitch.....
many fake geez wanna rap and talk freak.....
all y'all are sick to d brim....
dis nigga be ryding his papaz dick.....
cos nobody gonna give him a clit to lick.....
u a speachless dictator.....
nigga resign cos nb will evr be ur spectator....
go to d zoo...
cos dey called me and said dey want YOU.....
mayne i think u need more spice in ya soup....
cos if u leave it like dis, ITS NOT EATABLE........;)

The only thing id o with Xcstacy is pop em,
Pull out my gun one shot and i drop em//
The only shit you spit is out ya ass//
I teach ya how to really rap like its a class//
X and the best and hes yet to prove it//
Any battle you got you wont win ya lose it//

nigga if u think u can tech me to rap..........
i think u should refresh with a long NAP.........
lol.....son if u was my teacher i'ld slap u up easily..
grab d chalk and design a big FUCK YOU on ur face,dont deal with me...TEACHER....
if you wanna knock me out,
its gonna take you a life time so cut it out....
nigga ur shits dont click.....
twist it and mix it all over again.den we'll see if it could be considered a lyric.....
in a dog fight....you'ld be d only 1 to be low lifed....cos u armless and u cant even hold a knife........
im done with dis fly.....
so all ima say now is goodbye............lol.............TEACHER ;)

XxXtasy

I push blows to Ur stomech like a baby kicking Ur insides/
Lyrically inflight wit lights that'll flash like Police when they caught U/
walk up on a alley, and stalk U/
chase U like the shadow, U scared now/
If U aint had weave, Id make U pull Ur hair out/
Blair Witch entered the hood just to get blazed like a stake house/
my 2 lines form bars like gates just for U to take A-Fense/
If U aint kitchen bound wit babys, XxXtasy should stay wit drinks/
I'll spray Ur mink, like raibeez, and fuck up the way U spit/
dont come around my Cypher again, speaking while breast feeding Ur illagitament kids/

Fuck that rhyme was as whack as a raquet-swing//
U couldnt cut shit, all u do is hack-at-things//
comparin yourself to a little unborn fetus//
aw neva mind Eye- one day u might pop out and greet-us//
so we can all laugh at ur weak-ass-lines//
now i understand why you cant speak-half-da-time//
You a little baby dwellin inside Xtasy//
put sum clothes on bitch, go and jump a fence-4-me//