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yo yo yo
cussin his punches urs were weak i eat shit like that at lunches weak ass rhymes that i shudnt have given ma time if ur a middleweight im disappointed, writing lyrics like bitches, scamin 4 riches 400+posts, sounds like u rhymin for posts, nigga ur a joke it sounds like u try hard, i gotta giv props cos ur a retard but when it comes to spittin, ur shit will nevr be bittin MC's embarresed to spit dat flow,despite ur record u'll neva blow so go home, and take 14 shots to tha dome cos if u carry on, from this cypher u'll b gon BLap!! |
Ayo, Check,
Dog Please don't Be Jealous But and I Know Im Ya Idol ... U At Da Bottom Of Tha Pile n Get Bounced Like Jelly And Trifle ... This Is A Big Jungle And Belive Me It'll Be Hard For You to Survive ... U Wack You Couldn't Be Snapped Up If A Croc Was Eatin You Alive ... Jus Like Ya Wack Ass Sig You Aint Hittin Shit, Jus Standin Still ... Even If Your Rhymes Came Wit Medication Id Still Be Droppin Ill ... |
hey cuz,why u tryna be like elvis,plz leave da building,before i bust shots in ya pelvis,bow i find a fetish in killin UK white boyz,and i love to year you screamin for ya life,when im spryin hot toyz,Best to beleive im from G.A.,Cuz im always bringin da shot noise,doin donuts in da lack,bumbin we ready by P. Troy,Best to beleive we got da hoties cities and da hottest states,wat ya bitches got,tea parties and carrot cake,Im drunk and high and ready to die,What click yall gangs do ya got in da UK, I Got Bloods,crips,folks,kkk and da vice lords,are you rollin wit da Queens knights wit da knight swords,or the dark kings wit da medevile knight lords,If u in da US betta go back to the UK,cuz we aint got time to mess wit ya bitches,we huntin Bin ladin today,So suck on a big lolly pop,dress in a skirt,and go play or sumthin, Cuz we too busy to play wit ya crossdressers to be gay humpin
Boy im done. Like i said. Da dirtyest Nigga in da Game is back. HAIL CRIPS MY NIG and Fuck who got beef |
iight then doc you talk like you no what you mean //
when my flows hit you it'll put your mind in the state of a dream// you more pussy then when a dick meets it// and only time you defeat beef is when your hand beats it |
yo hoe,u realling got me snoring,plz stop,cuz ya flows putting me to sleep like a bed story,god damn ya rhymed are getting boring,And trick im a Dirty Dogg,wit a Dirty dick,the reason why,is from all da pussy that i get,the chick heads that i hit,Weather its ya moms or ya girl,Like R. Kelly and Jay-z Im da best of both worlds,and the way u say doc,u sound like bugz da rabbit,hoppin around cali suckin and fuckin,dont u know dats a bad habbit,So what street ya pimp got ya own,just because i got my dick out,dosent mean u can hop on,bitch so hairy,im not fuckin a mowin a lawn,trcik u just a pawn ,Make u My dirty bitch,work u from dusk till dawn,Ho go get my cheese,bitch get on ya knees,have yo ass beggin saying,"daddy can i have some dick plz",it just depends if ya diseased,since u a girl from cali,u must have a STD,So whats da shit ya spittin,was da shit written,or was it just bitten,its probely stolen,Show shut ya face,and shut ya hole,if u gon come down south,bitch u just goin down south,just to get it in ya mouth,Or maybe u dont roll dat way,are u straight,bi or just flat out gay,Suck and eat pussy every day,Or maybe u just a transfestite,step away or ull get burned,cuz im hot like 500 degrees Ferenheit
Dont come try no 2 line hittas. Cuz when u going aginst be u going aginst da Dirtyest Nigga in da game baby. |
this kids sig claims to be "crip" so son you'll be hurt
ill make ya own gang kill ya cuz the "blood" on ya shirt you wanna to put out a tape but that shit wouldnt sell cuzin this herb wanted to impersonate d12 but couldnt spell dozen (OH!) |
Here cuz another nigga,talkin his shit,Yeah my sig say im a big bad crip,stayin true ta mighty blue wat ever i do,and if i do have blood on my shirt,its because i broke ya girl in and left her in da dirt and left some nut on her shirt,Ya baby girls found out that sex for da first time,really does hurt,So shut ya mouth boy,cuz u aint speakin no prophet,and D12 is great,but i dont need they name to make a profit,matter afact,u probely just some ugly fat white kid that had idea to rap when he was takin a piss,cuz he dick acted like john Cena,Saying u cant See this
Mighty Blue till i die and yall know its Da Dirtyest Nigga in da game so ya best to reconize |
Dirty D:
lets clean you up first, so your fit to even confront me. trips over words like hurdles. but drops a decent one muh-monthly. his commas mark his despair, and they come every single rhyme. a dope beat program, audio comes on rainy days that make his shingles chime. like without a paddle, ill make this fedal mine. hes simple calculation. loves his witty words, they dont come often so its one vowle per patient. hes the type thats honored that a fem like me took the time to key. the kind that laughs when hes dissed, well these text are even crime to see. people say their ticked n pissed bout herbs in RV, well im the first to furious. have em sticken cotton balls on wounds committed, as i would worth two periods. Erm lates. |
lol u play wit malfuctioning heaters?..now time 2 get heated
coz ma body fully fuctioning n bound just ta keep yo ass seated N i bet ya like ta keep fit wit weights stunnin ya back ..im more of n olympic dude..coz im always runnin da tracks u heard of yo yos??.. coz im always cummin back n tiein ya arteries like a heartattak |
blackwell...lol...where do I begin...//
u record match my height..get it u only 5 n 10// You fuckin wit tha grimmiest men...tryin ta snake my lines// take off runnin track star... cuz im a take my time// ta break ur spine...You dont want no part of that// leave you stone cold like steve austin...fuck a heart attack..// :nono: U 2 far for a gat..plus you wanna know if im fit// :shocked: you dont wanna battle....you just wanna use ur lips ta straddle my dick...faggot..// :hump: so fuck a blackwell...u more booty than black tail// my auto will leave u wit slow drips so call my tooly .. maxwell...(like tha coffee..fuckoh!!) |
how you gonna act gansta use'n smilies then talking bout gats,
we all know ya like santa, happy when you got little boys in ya lap, boss of boss's??...guess that makes you king of the losers..right? empire to ya back,is the only time ya hear.. .................................................. ...."damn 'steel' you ass is tight", you lack kid, your so ignorant bout your own wack style n drops, that verbal abuse dropped...but like the soap you jus did'nt stop, your kind has past kid, i see you frontin like you drop hot or something, your name states it itself....ya cold, stiff, n really aint worth nothing, |
Ayo, Check,
Dog U Laughin When I Poke Ya Tummy, PILSBERY DOUGH BOY ... You Like Watered Gravy U So "Runny", Im Tha Real McCoy ... I Gotta You Runnin You Need Tha Excersise Honestly Its Tru ... Muscles Are Unheard Of, U So Fat Your Legs Cova Ya Shoes ... (OOH) You Like Yo' Fav Biscuits Cause You "Crumble" Under "Force" ... "Stars Wars" Couldn't Afford Light "Savers" U Used Da Torch ... |
weak n lame, kid hope you intend on seekin a better game,
ya your from "great" britain but ya talents not the same, here ill speak in your L,ANg-U-'aG'e, jus so ya get the words, cause your shit is only large when compaired to rabbit turds, true words-play n complexity may confuze ya n cuff ya boy, nuff said...like your only audio..you were easy to distroy ^^lol,i shoulda came harder but w/e now if you don't get the wordplay don't say shit like that was weak man,punches did'nt hit man... fuck ya'll need ta do your fuckin research on peeps b4 you drop.....most of ya'll are barely ryhmin...... |
Your One To Giving Lessons, Should Take A Viewers Spot,
Try To Teach Someone, N See How Fast You'd Get Mocked' Kid Go And Find A Forum To Help You And Just Sit N Listen Cuz You Judge Others, But Really You Need The Criticsm Im Nice With Scripts Gimmie A Pen And Ill Ignite The Shit, Thats How To Rhyme, Not Words With A Hyphen In It! |
bitch all unsript your spits cuss you so call them bizzar and tight shit //
all i got to do is grab the mic and releace a peace or mind to leave you illitrate// he's trying to go religis with that cristicsm// when he woultn'd no the means of the word "ism"// all rip you better then i ripped your boo// your so fake we can see strate throw you// |
nigga it aint even bout me, spittin these bars, heres a life time scar
u know me im they general, the tanks up in da garage so u 0-8 its funny how u still standing i spit a earthquake, thatll end ya creer that im demandin i could take apart ya flesh and leave wit jus ya bones im in da zone chrome 44, to da side of ya dome |
how this jigga boo talking about me when his own record be 7 lost's//
talkin about me isnt ony going to repsher your brain but your skull // i get you more easyer and plesent then the summer time fall// this dued cant with stand the man that lies with in him hes gods first sin// all rip your verous befor ever spitin// |
Nigguh I Dont Know About 'APOPLEXY'..But My Rhymes'll Give U EPILEPSY...
When I'm Thru U Gon Be Kickin n Screamin Like ''Momma, Look What Shotta Did-Ta-Me.!!'' Man Ya Flow Was Garbage, U Didnt Even Rhyme... Here Lemme Help U, I'ma Leave Ya ''SKULL'' Full Of Shots For Comittin Verbal CRIME.. If U Hear *Click Clack* Then Run Cause Thats A SIGN... It Signals I'm Comin, Steady Gunnin...U Couldnt Even ''Bang'' To A Beat If U Was 'DRUMMIN'... Man 0-8? ..I'd Give Up If I Was You.... Ya Record States U 'SUCK' An Your Occupation Does Too...!!! Upppin ^ |
Hey shotta how was school i believe it was ur 3rd day,
Can't call my style elemtary...when ur in the 3rd grade, Yet again u bump ur own shit like u started to masturbate, Stays for a after class so he can have a Maths-Debate, Thinks he's respected but the truth he has Mass-hate, U'll get cut up and buried in many places like a mass-grave, Ur lyrics are loose like ur shoe lace u trip and ur face dips in ur tray, Not a good start to ur school mate...and it's even ur birthday, It's a shame ur verse puts my ears in pain not only that but they lame, More self-glory than a commercial this verse is over...no game, |
How I Know This WANKSTARShit Gon' Try Come At Me?..
Man Fuck This Lame... Ayo, Somebody Better Tell The 'Taker' To Open The Herse.. I'ma Bury This Bastard In One Simple VERSE... Maaan, Its Funny, U Claim You GANGSTAR, But Only Thang You 'Packin' Is A PURSE... I Achieved More Propps In This Bar Than U Would In Like ah 150 CONCERTS... Its Kinda Funny How You'd Mention 3rd GRADE.. Cause U Gettin Fucked Over n 'PLAYED' Like A French-Maid (French-Maid Porn I Was Referring Too) Maaan Every Diffrent Day Its The Same Old GANGSTARSHIT.. You Thinkin You A Thug n Ridin On My Dick.. Bitch You Aint Nothin But A WANNABE... This Beef Wont Never End So Holla n Tell Me What The Fuck Its Gonna-Be? |
\/ sig nuff said
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Maaaaan, Look At Your Sig...
U Couldnt Wanna Fuck Me Any More If U Tried My Nigguh... Ol' Dick Ridin Ass Bitch What U Need'a Do Is STOP Beggin 4 Votes.. Thats Why People Vote, To Shut The Fuck Up... Man Your HOMO...An U Have no Punches Or Vocab, An If U Win Our Battle, Its Because U Went With The Personal n Quote'n Idea, Which People Respect, The FLOW WAS WEAK...!!! U Jus Hit With Better Personals, n That Was Because I Didnt Know U WANTED To Get Personal... |
Oh my god i've gonn made ya cry,
Say goodbye coz u got sonned 1 more time, Like Britney u want me to slap ya again, But fuck hittin u smack ur self wit the pen, (when he writes) Fuck ur wack rap i beat ya once but i'll stop at ten, But outta ten ur lyrics get a minus seven so back down and don't fend, Osama hit up Dre but subliminally meant u, Coz hearin u spits funny like that one bout DJ Clue, (against me) U ain't got a clue if u did u'd stop wit the insults, And take ya loss like a man instead of cryin coz we adults, And this is a cypher so why u spittin at full strength?, It ain't hard it's jus u a pussy thats what i meant, |
MAN,adjust your thread hits n limb bits,you tha right hight ta give head,like midgets,SWALLA' BACK neva spit shit,on mah carpet floor,Im a star,me n ya moms in a new porn,check for it,it's called HardeR-CorE,dickin' tha bitch farther for,me ta leave cuts n scar tha whore !! ROFL Drunkin Texts's..
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Man Fuck Al This garbage U Spittin...
I'ma Bitch Slap Ya White Ass Back To BRITAIN.. U Cant Get Over Me Can U... Admit It U Love Me, Its Juss A Shame I'm Wipin My Ass With Ya Internal Organ TISSUE.. WTF You Talkin Bout DJ CLUE? Man, What U Need'a DO...Is Go Dick Ryde 4 Votes From Ya So Called ''Crew''... Man, I Dont Care If You Beat-Me... U Talkin Bout Adults When Ya Momma Still Helps u ''Pee Pee''.. You's A Fuckin Phone, A Rookie, A KID... The World Would Be A Better Place If U Juss ''Flip Your Lid''...(Suicide) Nigguh, I Got Punches That'd Knock Out A Heavyweight BOXER... But Since U On My Dick So Much Then Fuck The Whole 'CLASS SIC' Roster.. Nigguh, Everytime U Drop A Rhyme I'm Droppin One 10 Times HARDER... I Got One Question, How The Fuck Was U Ever Born When Ya Momma Is Truely Your FATHER...! You We're 'Bred' In A Family Of INCEST... I'm Better Than U, Get The Fuck On Wit Love Cause I'm Losin INTREST..!!! |
ya lines an't tight if they need "nararated" // [explained LOL]
thse cowards hated/ HOW wERDs b so STERN,chicks sidated black heels,GETTIN OFF TA SPEAKERS VIBRATIN ANNALted,straight bombed eyes dialated i keep it TIGHT like SPINCTERS in jail,after u violated |
this niggas a homo, a gay ass fag, gangstar couldnt stop-wit-toys...
8-3? this gangstar is really not that hard, all he can do is take shots-at-boys... ill fill this bitches insides wit shells like easter basket.... just cuz u beat new b's doesnt make u an instant classic.... just cuz hes his ''gangs-star'' doesnt mean u can drop-a-diss... come back ja-rule, ''sing-hard'' and try not-to-miss... |
Fuck Kustom Image, fuck him, fuck his whole crew
And if you wanna be down with him then fuck you too If this is the best RapVerse has got I might as well leave now Cause I'd destroy every muthafucker in here, so do u see how I know one thing, like Sdizzle ya worse than few Made 9 posts up in this bitch and I'm still betta than u So Huh strange, how can you say you tha boss of bosses When all u do is brag about ya wins, wot happened to all ya losses |
Ayo, Check, Freestylin This Shit Right Hurr,
Man Im Like A Transported Heata Coz I Be Bringin Da Heat ... Spit Flames When A Speak U Gettin Wet Like A Lil Kids Bed Sheet ... U Know U Goin Down Like An "Elevator" Set To Ground Floor ... But Yo' Rhymes Still Couldn't "Elevate" I'm Ill They Aint No Cure ... Blast On Yo' Ass Like A Gat Blow Da Guage You Get Smashed ... I Might B Blind But Your Rhymes Aint There like Ya Mustasche ... Cut A Gash In Yo' Leg Spit "Caps" That Devour Yo' Stats ... (Where Dey At) Man U Couldn't Get Me Shook If U Spit A Mu Fu' Earthquake ... Soak It Up, Eat My Dust, U Get "Shuved" In Da Ground Like A Spade ... ... P E A C E ... |
Tha Phoenix kicked a hectic rhyme about kustom image!!
Yo Daz, i respect u for biggin Kustom image but in this cyher i gotta diss u, or i'll look like i slippin So ima freestyle bout u, watch me kick it U write rhymes but seem scared 2 spit it I admit ur record beats mine 1-0 aint shit, u gona giv up da rhyme Cos damn u gotta o betta than that 2 late ur dead, as spit 2 from a gat dat shud b enough to topple ur wins yo im sorry dog,but u can stick ur rhymes in tha bin |
every verse you dispurse curses..
on my turf i assert my fist when your plan reverses... your birth doesnt start till i send the hurses... when i spit i recomend u get nervous... ill challenge u cause im the heavyweight protector.. your pecker size is perfect to match your record.. |
tha-phoenix it wasnt smart to try me like that....lets go....
after i murk ya ill have him sayin' he *fell down tha stairs* like them ''drastic-serious-relations'' .....phoenix will wonder hows his life gunna be' after this like ''plastic-surgeory-patients''... ..Ya a waste to the nation,I was gunna use the bullets, But no need for ''guners''.... cas I've *proove'd this mans talents* will never be 'enough to stop me' like Coyote n ''Road-Runner''........... ..I laugh at ya talents, cas like 'Gypsees childreen' ya tryin to ''Please-us-kid'' .....*Ku§tUm will leave pho Bleedin*~N~Hangin 'Against Tha Wood' like ''Jesus-Did'' next time dont try me.............. |
yo yo
drastic measurez, 6mnths n jail, dont lie u must hav got out on bail cos ur rhymes r weak, u shud keep quiet dnt even speak i thought u wud b hard comin from the pen u seem soft, seems u bent over and had ur ass raped by bare men cos u bore me, u shud adore the elusiv g cos lyrically, i can finish u easily u post in here biggin others up, 2 scared 2 diss the above u went in for exposin urself, either that or mental health |
ill give it too ya, u might get a deal, but only cuz now only trash r signed
your not clever, even with brains as slaves you couldnt be a mastermind (think dummys) come in blastin the beats... son this is a shotty song every MF things they a gangsta now that gottis gone but lemme tell you, im the ONLY nigga that carrys more barrels then donkey kong |
Im predicting ur future right now... not looking good~
my advice is give up rapping... you know u should~ Dont get mad cuz i bring the truth to the table~ But nigga im like digital and ur like basic cable~ Your voice is "horse"... u should be locked in a stable~ When im throwin my punches you run cuz they set to disable~ You got an evil cerebrial thats bout to be bleeding~ You got 2 wins on your record... to some that may be misleading~ I sniffed out ur wackness a mile away like a drughound~ The first clue was that you was rapping wit noone else around~ You a single nigga... no crew will accept you~ And unless you get a ghostwriter noone will respect you~ Just polishing my skills up |
yo this man say he Flows 2 crazy
but really man his flow don't Phase me this chump got G-uint in his Signature i fuckin hate them i wann act sick nature see dawg you gotta now to be tru to ya name but you aint being real so man you aint truto tha game |
ebonicz i have your bitch-ass hooked on my phonix
my ryhmez has elevated above u like they hooked on chronix this bitch think he a wild boy living in a bears den grow balls and maka point,you broken ballpoint pen like seven you bout ta die because of breaking this cardinal sin thou shall not submitt thy self to b merk, its in tha commandments of ten |
Double Take
diss on Ebonics in progress....
why waste prewrites from other sites on cyphers you rhymes didn't connect-you need some "lego's" to hire not once untill now have i seen a mc that "seeds" and "sprout" a "dirt" verse that's hurts my eyes when i read i mean your lyrics are so bad, so why would i state it when your lyrics is a insult to even the english "language" ^ ha round two diss on Word Processor in progress... even the special ed rap mentor get stress so she suggest that elevation for you is refered to a impossible "proccess" named yourself after a computer "program" a "breeze" to type but your not the "type", to win battles no "fans" in sight ^^ sorry i'm gettin kinda tired so im not gonna finsih with your diss i'm done for now |
Ayo, Check,
If Your Rhymes Were A Thermometor They'd Be Set To "ZERO" ... Even If U Spit Flows Wit Da NBA, Ya "Verse" Still Wouldn't BE~PRO ... I Know U Like Ma Punches Im Like A Cliffhanger Leave U Wantin Moe ... Your Shit Is "Amature" While Mine Is Labled "XXX" Coz Its Hardcore ... This Verse Is "Laminated" While Yours Is "Paper Thin", Easily "Ripped" ... Tell You Wat Turn Ur Comp. 180 Deg. Maybe Den U Can Flip This Script ... |
explain the fidelity..im hi fi ur low..
..ur melody...if im 0 ur 80 degrees below... wanna start shit with the masta match.. walk in full but walk out in a plastic bag.. ur hardcore..u probly like it with the shackles.. chained up mouth sealed with a tub of spackle.. cant spit all you ever did was this site.. 515 i think this forum's taken over your life... |
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