L.T.D. it should be S.T.D.
ur sexual transmitted diseases
when im done wit u say hi to jesus
fate choose you no reasons
my rhymes change like seasons
L.T.D...like the dick
you fuckin prick
you sound like a trick
a rabbit with no tricks

you're the kinda dumbass who'd bring weed to a meeting in DARE
you from "it doesn't matter"... coz frankly no one cares
as a flyweight, it appears 5 pounds is too much to benchpress
youre type of idiot who'd rhyme a word by resuing it wit an S
prolly lookin like a skinny ass tryin to be macho in a wifebeater
eh, you have no wins... thats no surprise, either

but really "GIVEN" to this, is a dick, for this bitch to grip with his lips/
yo quit talkin shit, or u'll be kissin the grim reapa when I stick u in his crypt/
u just all to played out, fuck the rewind/
cuz u just wastin all of our time, like records skippin now/
records skippin now, records skippin now, records skippin now/
u see how fuckin annoying that shit sounds when u speak it out aloud?!/
this shit ain't for lil punks like u to be clownin around/
u either spit real, or u keep listenin to ur beats with no bounce/
cuz u couldn't catch a high, not even off an ounce, or a pound/
of straight home grown, no THC, cuz ur beefs are dead as rotting leaves/
and obviously ur rhymes do change with the seasons oh plz/
cuz they just as dead and dried up as decidious trees!/ (trees with leaves)
and that's it, u weak, just go home, sleep on this beef/
and next time bring somethin that's got heat/

directed at GIVEN

Alright folks thats enough with the jokes
this cats styles are broker than a family of poor folks/
U mafuckas cant even read the six line minimum
so how the fuck can u understand some complexible synonyms?/
Devour you bitches whlie stabbin you in ditches
find u in the hospital and rip off your sticthes/

yo doc get with the program, ya just dissin out loud/
bitchin and proud, listen next ya'll need a be wishin fo a diction and crown/
ya probly the wackest nigga alive, oh my bad i meant-and in every-town/
holidays are fo relaxin, ya culd be a berry butt naked and not get any-attraction/(halle berry)
ripped in every fashion, doc needs sum new flows-it's true though-peww soo battle me and end up punta/(ya kno wut it means)

oneee

Yo no beef catastraphe.....you were just the last in line....

No help needed this kids gunna get ripped quick...
Pick up this phone dial up rent a chick...
"Hello cutastraphe speaking"...shit whats this...
Your really a bitch?...Got a pussy and a pair of tits?..
"Of cource i do...would you like to see it"...
Fuck off faggot...ive had enought of this sick shit....
So ill put down the phone and put an end to this bitch...

no beef accepted and no beef intended--------

yo is that wish, talkin bout sum gay-ass bitch/
i didn't really wanna diss ya either way ya'll get ripped/
cut's the kinda cat that doesn't come gently, and if ya seen my last verses-i neva run on empty/
stab ya in the back with a fork, just to have a point about food of
thought/
ya bout as true as false, the most fakest emcee-sorry i had to diss ya but ya gambled ya life this diss is fo free/

Its the second time you getting dissed by wish..
How bout you listen to this spit.. stop typing here bitch..
You keep on rhyming when your records 4 for 3...
Still writing bullshit lines that are directed at me...
Well i got some advice and some things to do..
Stab that fork in your chest..cause i'll always be better than you..

If I could make a wish I'd make a wish my bitch,
And when it comes true I'll scratch you out like jock itch,
Get off my dick and take some time out to work on your flow,
Cause your only stats that change are listed after the O,
But check it out wish, the only way that you could cum true,
Is if you went to jail and let all of the inmates fuck you.

Take this kid from cincy and check em where his chin be...
First the chin check flex ma lyrix so hot and burn his ass crispy..
You swing like a 3rd grader and always fuckin miss me..
About 10 seconds is all it fuckin takes me...
To disintigrate you to ashes...
whoop your ass like slaves and back lashes.
You pointing to your socks cause thats where the cash is...
run you for your lunch money and punch you in the glasses.
I take sheff his whole crew and let wish fuck em in the asses...
It says krushblind on your paycheck with a percent just like your taxes...

Krushblind think's he's dope..he can touch minds..
This kid aint got no hope.. dropping played rhymes..
Lets get this in scope..your structure looks like you type blind..
If he had a battle this kid would choke..left begging fo more time..
U sound like the pope..tryin to rap cuz his friends made him toke..
U aint a gangsta u aint even a bloke..fuck rappin ur rep's a joke..

ok d abbys/
ur name proly came from ur school for being the only nigga in the D honor list 6 straight years /
at this pace ur unborn child ill get his diploma before u and ur crew get theirs/
ur shit was extremely weak/
well i dont blame u been on rb for 4 only a week/
keep ur ass off this site if u not a real mc/
ill crush ur ass once again like bone crusher did jd

woa dawg, how u gonna spit that my man can't flow
i think your lost...your rhymes have no where to go
take those 4 bars back to lyric school and learn how to write
i didn't want to murder your words...but i think i might
outa place? your rhythm is out of pace
i just walked all over you and ripped apart your face
now ur stuck weary, weak and without an idenity
just quit dawg, ur lines come across without energy

ayo this shit is with mad beef intendid...................


First off u want a battle, u gonna get one for tryin to blast me
how the fuck can Doc Holidae lose to a rap Cutasraphe?/
And dont think ur good cause I took time out to mention ,
Its natural for me to look when a bitch is brought to my attention/
And this is beef on rocky sea's and Im drivin the boat
I swear to God, fucken bitch if I find U I'ma slit ur throat/


P.S. Fuck Cutastraphe (fucken Punk)

doc son get off my jock, cuz their aint no way ya can blast-me/
and beein that ya fucked this up, like ya life-ya shuld of been dissin-scrappy/
but i'll rip ya quick either-way, ya might as well feed from a page/
befo ya left bleedin in rage, wanta come sick start dreamin of cage/
or necro ya flows got no clarity, no vocabulary, it blows a goat actually/
so go get sum style, then come back with ya newbie-ass/
and try to diss me then and in every sense ya'll be TRULY-CAPPED/