When out the glocks come... stop, run
i feel bad i have to murder the fag from top gun
you fake, a fag, U suck pretender
im servin Ice all day.. like a slushee vendor
U ain't arrogant, but when you burp I smell Cocky Air
Plus I'm takin blades to Ice... like a Hockey Playa

He call his self iceman, but I'll melt his punk ass/
You comin wit nursery rhymes, grow up dude you trash/
You really think that you can spit I cant let this pass/
Cause I need to appoint you to a pshycologist, take da class/
You got guns on ya avatar,, like you's a killah/
You's a bitch ass nigga thats soft as a catterpillah//

we should change this thread to "Got Beef Wit IceMan"

yo streetchamp

you aint no streetchamp, ill leave ya hangin from a street lamp/
your flows dont stand tall, they are limp, like the tip of a tree branch/
every1 got they chance, to try and diss/
but all they do is rant, they cant follow this/
my flow burns street champs like hollowtips/
so make like a bitch and swallow this/

See i knew you was a faggot from the otha kats that let u have it/
You poppin off at the mouth wit a dick in it, you bounce more than a rabbit/
And niggih you wont do shit, talkin bout a hollow tip/
Bitch you to pussy to lift a "bullet", so damn a clip//
Always a kat like u wanna shot at the Street Champ/
But in reality nigga you get pussy fucked unda a lamp//
You betta go buy a vest, to cover ya chest, unless/
When I'm done my lyrics gone burn thru u leah ya momma wit stress// You ol' bitchy ass niggih.

still here^^? anyway ill rip u and that herb fata for me and ace..

the fatality rate skyrockets..Dynasty is dead...
false notions of skill ice?..its all in ur head..
fallin in bed...heard every one of my name flips imaginable..
mirage is..here and there in back of iceman attacking the "poo"...
rackin' this newb...iceman desires to be gifted...
unstated rule:wackness forbidden..
...both fags are restricted...
sum quick shit..so u can talk slick..then deliver wackness...
this herb and ice are known to travel with lit blunts...so they can pack hits...

come for more...

yo dissin streetchamp
this cat cant spell, but my bullets expel/
rip through the chest on your flesh, and accel/
bounce like a rabbit, dogg it dont make sense/
like a double homocide, and no fingerprints/
bitin off my words, imma leave ya minced/
it said 6 lines, put ya glasses on and dont squint/

Im new to this rap, i dun even know you ice man//
you battalin me is like gambalin with dice man//
i slice stands like wrists, twist kids like this//
you think they felt you? bitch, i'll melt you//
look at ya verse, need lesson on how to spell too//
get a shower quick, i smell you, i took a power trip//
and got a battery so i hook it up, black to red//
plug it to both your arms, left you flat n dead//

Ice man...You cant contest...
Im the one who spits so cold, I break vests...
Lyricaly compared to daggers of ice...
What are you compared to? Chicken-fried-rice...
10th time of a complex investigation...
Your rhymes to fuckin weak, roar harder than the 10th aviation...

Hey jixi.. i got em first..now ya gotta change ya verse//
I aint even know how to say ya name, Jixi?//
punch so weak the only leave wind blow, they miss me//
i punch your lights out like a window, so diss me//
fucking idiiot.. bad ass bitch, from a sad ass klick//
i'll leave you limp n low.. like ya saggy flap dick//

ur spits so bad it's like lyrical suicide/ talkin bout dicks...the only thing u really ride/
i would suggest a goddamn beginners guide/ come close to me and b sliced from side to side/ if ya name is defcon/ y u wear a bullet proof vest made with teflon/ all this fucka wanna do is get his mack on/ but hes limp and low his hoes a bro/n his flow is slow/punk is all he noe/ this bitch really blow/ weather fast or slow/n btw ur rhymes need to go

Bakerkid in the kitchen workin like a little bitch..
Keep workin on that oven cause that's your only nitch..
Nothin else to do, cause your lines are over done..
Just keep bakin those muffins, your bettie crockers son..
Your just not much when you step out that door..
Cause your hot in the kitchen, other than that your poor..

Do Not Take Thiz Faker Too Seriouz...
His Just Rapping For Tha Sake Of Bein A Lyricst...
Eat You Period! The Beef Starts Az Ur Dyin...
Coulnt Elevate Higher Than Me If Ya Wuz Flyin...
Fuck Dissin You Why Waste A Bunch Of Wordz...
Dont Take A Genuis To See I'm Punching All Herbz...

Ironic, mentionin' wins..when all his posts are in these cypher threads..
Rb.com has 20 thousand heads.
........................But if they're anythin like u then i guess Rb is dead..
Status currently online..what for, basically sets the mark..to clown u..
..But wait, i see the AIM symbol under ur stats..
......................For me it symbolizes just another way to clown you..
Look at my dots..my spaces in between my verse..they mean shit..
............But it's the only thing in my verse u can compare with..
Cause herby here..has no personality no trademarks,talent or skill..
..& stop to diss you now..I wont finish u..the results to ur IQ test will..
Rhymed the same words..at the endin of my lines once..its kinda bad..
..But the fact u did not even notice..now that's truely really sad..
Ever since the first time i ripped u in cyphers..u keepin showin remorse..
And if skill takes u places..you keep walkin up against closed doors..

Looks Like Ace's Undefeated Record Has Finally Sealed...
I Guess He Cant Stand Up To Someone Thats Borned To Kill...*
Im Only 3-0 But Thats Alright Cause Ive Got Rhymes To Spit...
Bitch Uses Fucked Structure That Takes Time To Read The Shit...
Well, I'm Not Gonna Say Much About You Cause I Can Think...
Cause Ill Just Post Disses On You And Your Crew, Suicide Inc...

* - lost to Born To Kill

Lethal + Mic = you are still a fuckin tike..
Still on three wheels, while I'm on my bike..
Take the trainers off, you don't need those now..
I thought I taught you better son, little bow wow..
Roll over, your a pup sit stay, you better pray..
I'm your master, what I say you must obey..
Lay at my feet, eat your alpo kibbles and bits..
Your spaed and neutered, you don't know dick..