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Ery'one who believe this cat above me's the whack'st Type 123
Cuz, U count to that his moms on her back ,Screamin fuck me, ho'didnt'say'please// I'll leave you stunn'd wit my "horse", Worse than'christopher-reeve's, While I'm at it I'll make you hoe get down, and blow'me, While rubbin'her-knee's :) weak but just killin time |
You in waaay ova yo head
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is this cat 4realz??? somebody tell this nigga somethin 4 i crack his jaw you got absolutely no chance against me kid... you suck if we was battlin, all i gotta do is sneeze and i'll get a fuckin K-O on yo broke ass... banishment battle? are you serious? you would lose so fast that it wouldnt even be funny... but i guess you really wanna get kicked off tha site im callin you out in Bitch Slapped homie... this will be a real banishment battle :thumbup: |
Ya Shook already Bitch And This Is My First Line ...
Like A Clock Thats Broke .. Dawg Ya Wastin Ya Time ... Imma K.O This retard And We Aint even In A Battle ... Ya Score Maybe 3-0 But Ya aint Been 1-on-1 Wit ShackleS ... Don't Reply Coz Like An Old penny Ya Lines Aint Werth Shit ... If you Were In A Competition With 1 Person You Still Come Third Bitch ... |
Your shots are more played than a game of top gunner/
While my shits over your bars like high jumpers/ |
benedict or synic whatevah tha name//
suckin dick 2 get ahead of the game...U consider yahsef lame// chump change...not a contender...not even close// chump change ur name u pretendin ur shots even ghost// better yet they dont even exist// ur nothin but jibberish like spittin wit false teeth and uneven lips// :laugh2: |
chose a wrong element for a name-in many ways-
seems your flame yeilds-all heated from watchin mills_ (steel mills) and you not even cold STILL-you got wackness suplied in mass- lose so damn much when it happens its like a blast from the past- enraged for the fact-of the truth is released- you "hungry" but, the public has to know man- you have the least of the "feast"-even the crease and IRON (element) but when lyrics and ya flow meet- the fabric only grow tired (iron) ^^crit dat shit pleeaaase |
^^that was cool I like tha multi's^^
if you were talkin bout me.....lol...that shits insain// In tha past I destroyed thousands of city's only left remains// Roman catholics called me sin..im the descendent of kain// dependin on the weak an lame.... ta do my biddin// proverse should've known tha I speak the flame.... even tho my place isnt with the livin// I was the king of the darkness...my name rings in the ears of the heartless// now it appears that I spark this... in the peers of the Hi-archness// So ColdSteeL was born when the legecy died// Coldsteel sworn ta scorn anybody ahead of my rise// now i can see clear with the red in my eyes....blood an massacer// I can see history rewindin...people been blindin// my advise ta you is know about timin befor you start rhymin// yah shit dont make since talkin bout the past// your name should be oscar the grouch cause your career belongs in the trash... |
fuck coldsteel, listen motherfucker hold still, im the big mac of this rap, you aint even a whole meal/
I see you talkin bout timin', peep you barkin bout rhymin, when you only a youngin...probably got someone knockin ya hymen/ you a dick ridin bitch, never had you a solo, so lay ya gat up, before I grey matter ya polo/ and who that be, its the kid, better cool that g...stripe suit wit a knife duke...ooooh thats me!/ compare us...see im quicker wit picker uppers ridiculous spittin nothin but pimpin...cuz this is ambition I'm dishin up in ya system/ you aint shit, I had to rumble wit mens who hate how deuce double have no trouble wit pens/ deuce |
duece dub talkin"how old is you"//
probally 39 yrs old and with a record of Oh-2(0-2)// I see ur lines you stole a few// |
i carry bats knifes and hammers...a pistol too, yo im used to dissin dudes but I guess you'll do/
motherfucker I aint thirty nine...but I still been droppin perverted rhymes before your punk ass heard a line/ I see the insecurity pumpin out of your surgically repaired cunt flap, if you aint scared then wheres ya comeback?/ I got a huge penis, 2 teks and a smooth genius, if I aint fuckin ya wife then why she wearin "deuce venus" (2 rings)/ if I stole some lines, then who the fuck was I bitin, guess its third person, took my first version to re-write it/ and you still a nobody, from the hills only known locally, gotta be jokin me, must be dreamin so start pokin me/ |
duece dub? a new sub title to the root thug. your much of infidel.
rhymes wouldnt commend a line, even if you were in the dell. your sig can tell loads about a person, you got nothing. only time you have staight signals, is when you not bluffing. like two knots touching. they connect but the dont involve the other. dont worry bout other ppls problems, and do text again until you solve the studder. |
diss whoever, aight im down wit this
secound nature, like the shake after i piss whats this cats name above me, verbal abuse? what u should do is tie a knot, on a noose then hang that shit right off the stair way i heard that u might be the emcee thas gay but who knos, thas here nor there all i got to say is, put the dro in the air hahahaha a smoked out freestyle so its whatever :laugh: |
Bitch Ya Nothin, I Don't Even Consider You As Threat ...
How Do We Know Ya Can Freestyle, Were Ova Tha Net ... Why Do Ya Bother, Like Ya Thoughts even Matter ... What Are We Tryna Guess Which one Of Us Is Wacker ... Yeah Hard To Guess ,Not Thats Why Im 6-4 'n' Your 0-2 ... Bitch Ya Broke Thats Why Ya Computer Only Takes "MP2" ... |
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go get em!... the niggaz lame... where this fella at//put em in a cellar...who's lines he stole...yall know"Guerilla BLACK"//but you hellah wack//I aint tha only one smellin that//you ah pussy....go on an tell em that!!//talkin bout knifes an loose snubs//plus he wanna be from MIAMI cuz theres already a nigga named duece dub//Poppi..stop the abuse of drugs//ur pussylips r loose with out the use of thugs...tearin up your booty hole//you use ta playin that fruity role//layin up watchin richard simmons....hes gay but ur the one that trully knows!!! faggot :spit: |
you take two steps up, and one back. you just a lame.
i inquire multi elements of baron n copper, til i combust your name. your a must, to sleigh. like negro chicks, ill have you modernly spread. keying ryhmes like your keyboard came from a dumpster, well poverties dead. let your motto be fed straight from these text, make an anthem of its roots. wants his rhymes to give us kicks, get some grammar first. ill hand 'em sufix boots. im up his suit, like lint...either way im stuck to yuh. i have your threads fullproof. laundry might be your only way to keep clean from my fued n loot... ...thats the hard cold truth. |
its all good, I pissed people off in the past, coldsteel just mad cuz I wont jack-off on his ass/
but thats typical, when you deal wit a simple individual, see I rap on the norm, you just performin a ritual/ see I'm sicker when I spit, flip a trigger wit a slick rubber grip for which----ever motherfucker talkin shit/ verbal abuse? how dare you use that word in the booth...oh I get it, ya moms heard now she's encouragin you/ peep my life, see what the real murderers do, cop a new whip from the burbs...the insurance is you/ trust-fund motherfuckers |
check this wack kid... Man leave tha cypher ya gon' get flattened n' slammed.. Nobody gives a shit bout ya trust fund, herb... So go back to the bank.. ya vexed n in pain, man, like sex on a plane, ill leave ya wearin n fucked up sure ya got some lines kid.. but i gotta ask... where is ya structure??! one |
have you pleadin and startin to beg/
the best part of you ran down your mothers leg/ look at you fat ass stomach is a keg/ dont tempt me im far from reg./ i dont battle like this i like rap the most/ i never sucked this bad.....but wait i did it for the post/ |
Sole, by the time im finished u b shook n alone
ur days of postin' over, i'll run you over in ma rover writin raps jus for posts, im ashamed, 2 me u'll neva get close an Mc who writes to rep skill, not jus to pretend that he's ill posts get u far, but not over the bar respect and rhyme, get ur name cemented in time so fall back lil bitch kiss the ring this aint lord of the rings but y'all........its da return of da king |
that gun in ya sig yea it look like plastic/
when i got the mic you call my ass drasick/ bitch im fanstastic/ b ready for an ass kick/ cause im da pullin cards boy and i got last trick/ your not exclusive your just a burnt wick so go back to fields and start that cotten pick your just a rotten dick. |
diss tha person above..how could I?When there aint nobody above me//Its ugly.....esp. when You tryin ta mug me//"CUZ" "B"//7-4 ta tha world blow..gangstas really love me//im a BOSS an you from daytona how you gonna
slug me?//JUDGE ME!!!...Im battle joe blow an Next You, Me//Im real in these streets...you Suburban like an S.U.V.// :gfy: -ColdSteeL :shoot: (real gangstas peep game..) |
*so go back to fields and start that cotten pick*by-lilrenegade89
what tha FUCK!?!...I hope YOU aint white// :nono: the rappin version of jim crow..im bout ta make this a political fight// You an each individual right// dont ever make jokes about slavery...you an your pitifull sight// :cussing: how could you play bout a struggle..say what you say bout our scuffle// turn hustle...now you want more atttention..well here it is BITCH!!..you got more troubles!!! -ColdSteeL :shoot: (I hope you aint no white boy poppin shit like that!!) :shoot: |
all apoplexy your none complex texted infront of the computer
srink your lyricys in to none seeable shit your so wack that nigga's jack off to your soft downy ryhmes my mind to ill to spit agains so magnificent that the pope cant unsript the clips i spit out the moth i'm a self rapper a self ripper strat sniper thats maken holes in chest with spontaneous flows that make a hoe look cilly your forsook of a pill of me |
you from NO WHERRE and ur punches go no wherre
you wack and its so bare and u post herre with no fear? i'ld listen to "your shit"..but sorry the smell is terrible you rip yourself? i'ld sticky this to a new parable putting you face in a oven to turn black aint smart i bet u white cos often y'all spit like bitches got a brain fart the only way this phony gets head is by watching porn stars he so ugly he drives pussy away..i give u my cum to paint bars (asin to make his bard more beautiful) |
Ayo ... Yvonne that Ya Name ... For Real ...
Ya Need To Go Back Coz Yah Got A Bad Deal ... Imma Pop This Bitch, Askin If I Smell Tha Glock ... Nah...But Why Dun U Get Down N Smell Ma Cock ... I Dunno But I Think That Its Sumfin That Ya Like ... Maybe I'm Wrong But Im Prolly That Much Of Ya Type ... Wun Thing Im A Dude And Yo' Ass Must Be A Dike ... Freestyle'd ... No Hate though ... P E A C E ... |
This dude Shackles rhymes like crap, everybody knows why//
Cause he stays locked in chains, like his name implies// Forget lie, imma give you some words of the wise// Just walk away from this battle while you still have you life// Just take the advice, your not perfect...too far from I// Because being a good rapper is your only vice// The Lonely type, listen you should fear me aiight// Cause your career smaller than the body of "head lice"// I keep ice, bright enough to blind head lights// You have "one chance" to use your brain, mutha fucka think twice// |
Ayo, Check,
I See Your Short Of A Brain~cell Or Two Dats An Understatement ... Your Da Type To Fail Your Exams An Lodge in Yo' Parents Basemant ... Your A Discrase~Man, Where Were U When They Was Handin Out Skillz ... Prolly Countin How Many Times I Could Merk Yo' Ass, Belive Me I Will ... Your Sructure Is More Fucked Then Yo' Mum And Shit That's Bad ... Before Your Battle Ery1 Shouts "Finish Him" Like In Mortal Kombat ... Coz They Knew It Was Ova Before It Even Started like You Rappin Career ... They asked Who Wants To Be Tha Lil Bitch Ery1 Beats On U Volunteered ... Edit: This Diss was For Monsta |
fuck this shit...I heard ur rhyme.. promo wrote it//
throwin a punchline is worthless cuz my rhymes are homophobic.... :shocked: (thats tha only way you'll win....) |
talkin about homophbic .well you really stuck to due's dick like sticky pads// have this bitch so scard he'll start his rag//
put really steel to the face of this white boy// cuss he a cheeda bob decoy// |
slicin ya wrist with some razor blades//
so i suggest ya bring ya crew// cuz i got grenades for ya gay brigades// and i know u a fag// ill bing sweet just like minute maid// dressin in ya drag// got ass fucked so now u got AIDS// my flow bring tha heat time for rukus to burn this page// |
7 losses and u still got balls to thro feather punches?!?!
dis dude from cali..wherre i get niggaz to eat as my munches your wack ass fuck matter of fact its in my "ass u'ld get buck" july '04...the year this punk decided to offer his head for a dunk b4 typing in a silly cheap verse better go get a mani-cure cos with a"handucapped style" on this site u'ld be left in alli-ure (allure) edit : this was to the dude above the dude above me.....lol.... i mean it was to the dude b4 ^^^^this dude |
i sawl these to week lines to compeat with and i spark the weed up and choked him with the chords of his key board this dued is think he harder then his dick but he not he just sicker then the shit he gives off when kissen it
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look this bitch cant win battles
so i rhyme and i Sin wit rattles look he is soft as corn i ride his bitch more in the ANAL porn cause she so fuked up she couldnt wat u be wankin for as i still defeat yah words of wisdom i turn and burn a cursin to be thinkin |
Like Trillville, thiz nigga screamin GET ON MA LEVEL when everybody "Past-it"$
gunz i "Blast-it" shitz "Drastic" watch u get ya "Ass-Kicked"$ i "Stress-Hoes" like u that can't "Tolerate-Ma-Level"$ ma "Contemplates-iz-Fatal" rock ya ass like a "Oscillated-Cradle"$ i'm like a diseased i'm cause'n ya fuckin "Nemisis"$ niggahz preyin they still livin afta i "End-Thiz-Shit"$ |
wow... that shit was terrible and i've seen bad
we cant tolerate yo level cuz you so damn sad you a mix between bad to worse like taco brunches Why this bitch put qoutations around shyt that wasnt punches? you aint got tha whole package like broken cable you a livin legend but you about to be a dead fable i apologize to all my fans for that less than my best rap... im kinda tired |
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i was ur biggest fan i can't believe you didnt come hard :shocked: j/p :laugh: ROB named hiself after a dead wealth (ROB-KILLA) with all your "poor" rhymes- even walfare check won't help LRI dispanded because of a weak member- you thought you was hot-but your spit resembles december (cold) don't apologize for what was expected- we all know you're wack but you're yet to except it ^not my best either :laugh: and i was part of LRI too i still dunno what happened to it :cussing: |
lol....L.R.I
ya pro?? your verse is easily crippled like i jus 'forrest gumped' you, like malfuntioning heaters, i just pulled the plug n dumped the crew, did you notice that jus days after you were recruited we dispanded? i mean all your punches were played like 911 they never really landed, come ta think of it, werent U the 1st ta start making those fake qoutes? begging 4 recognition,..now that statement right there is a good joke, aight j/p...yall we still koo... lol....look at coldsteels drop....lol...shit str8 shit aight you think ya can jus feed off my lines so ya get a decent punch? start running,cause i could litterally eat you for lunch,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/DV8/smile305.gif step to me kid i swear ill roast you in the battle field.... i promise, 1 dead soldier smokinhttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/DV8/14_4_101.gifdamn kid im jus tryin ta be honest, im just using comedy n smilies ta get this point across young'in, cause all of rapverse knows its jus lil boys you be toungue'n, |
really who is this nigga suposed ta be//
he aint even close ta me...his skills like his lifestyle ...weak.. sumthan he chose ta be// go an sack sum grocery's...spittin aint you// You get defeated hopelesslly...instead of dissin me... u should've written a thank you....// Cuz what I wrote is like signs of heavens comin from the minds of reverends// And I'm a expose ur ass like micheal moore did Bush on farehnheit 9/11... :thefinger :shoot: ------------=>the person above me!! |
The Dirtyest nigga in da game is back,ya puncline was cool,but da rest was wack,half da shit u said,didnt even rhyme,your ryhmed you wit u, like about 3 times,i'll give u da worth of a dime,if u just be quiet,u gon start a rampage,like an angry mob in a riot,hot flows i provide it,weather u spittin shit or just a wack bitch,its not even desicided, we all know you aint real,why try to hide it,and get dem smilely off ya post,cuz u aint bustin and makin a new capser ghost,ill crack jokes on ya,if i was a comediean host,u think u hot,but ya bread aint even get toast,let me break away from da line,cuz u aint worth my time,and your a bitch,just check ya reflection,cuz anybody can beat dis pussy in da grocery store,off in da beef section
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Ayo, Check,
Man what You Tryna Write This Aint No Book ... Mc's Like You Give Anotha Meaning To Cooked ... Dog Tha Only Thing You Be Killin Is Your Own Time ... Da Type To Ask For Tips On Tha "Vanilla Phone Line" ... I Know Ya Like Ma Syle Be Amazed is yo' Ony Option ... U Aint Ill, Sip Ma Mucus Maybe Den U Could Drop Sum ... |
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