U talk about depressing but your shit is so 3rd world it’s oppressing
Im confessing, you couldn’t sound holy if the priest gave u a blessing
Teach you and all your homeboys a lesson.
Get all you to bite the curb while I stomp. Your skulls are compressing
So..
Call a lawyer. Couldn’t write anything decent if u were Tom Sawyer
Your crying, im annoying ya but im only a baller.
Your ol lady met me. I lied. I wasn’t falling for her.
So
Stop repping ‘Rahzel’ we know your fake. Its easy to tell..
Your trying to be heard like a kid in a well. Well
Im the ringing the church bell. So u wake up and learn to spell
I have been to hell and its smells…
Like me burning you.
One-Man Band your earning to have me learning you

lol

yo, your first lines were a joke, lemme give you some principles/
just cos u know a few words, dont change topic every few syllables/
its difficult to follow and ridicule when your whole rhyme scheme is pitiful/
how is it possible flip punches when all the retart spits is drool/
you drop completely wack shit and expect us to marvel at it/
u developting some bad habits, u dont even know who rahzel is, faggot/
and yet you spat it, i dont rep rahzel, but u surely rep 50, u talk how he talks shit/
im skilled... one man band aint for nothing, im thrifty, i drop dope raps same time as beatboxing/
your boring... its always the same verbs, since may 3rd, ur first cypher, freshness is sumthin i aint heard/
no wonder you is slept on so much, your closer, thats sposeta be the hardest, ends with the same word/

whoa that sucked.... its 1am... night all

peace

hear to drum a bat is one-man-band..
your ryhmes are so weak not even an armless man..
would attempt to give you a hand..

who da fucc is a diallo just sum wack azz ho representing orlando
get a clue bitch & neva try 2 diss a real nigga again
guaranteed when i meet u in dez streets ur life is 2 cummin 2 an end
so next time think twice b4 u open ur mouth 2 say nethang 2 me
i'm b'in lite ur trick azz but next time it i won't b as eazy
i'll tell u like diz next time don't start sum shit dat u can't finish

Loose Cannon hittin' on femcees on the internet, didn't know VP done entered that
Ya can't rhyme worth shit, I done rendered that, I'll bag ya bitch and send her back
Cuz VP is the kid best in the mid west, No way you can be the beast from da east
Cuz LC is the bitch best in the insect, The way you can tea bag for the keys for the skeets
Is down right wrong cuz, I rip rainbow chasers like a leprechan does, And 1 sip of bacardi get yan buzzed
Ya think ya man, but can't grow peach fuzz, My rims spinnin' like a fan does, VP to good for your teenage lust

You’re a long way from Kansas Dorothy. I know my geography.
You are a bitch who lives on a farm, I watched your audio-biography.
Trying to marry my lyrics like monogamy. But I don’t dig the sod-a-me
So sodomize someone else village pimp. Get Viagra for that limp
Oh shit now your full of hot air like I a blimp. Now that isn’t nice
Click your red heels once. Click them twice.
Your wish didn’t come true. You will never be with Obie-Trice
Sorry to entice you so long. But I am the only “lyrical wizard of oz”
B-RAD G – Bigger then King Kong. Got all your mums in their thongs
Better get back on track im singing the same old song. Back to VP
I said it before, I don’t pack heat I pack beef. I am the only RB chief

whos tha fool that let this cat up in the cypha ...
RB chief ....... tha proof "Real fuckin Bad" writa ...

i cant believe im gonna waste time on this cat
the lyrics i breath will break the spine in his back ..
im a set a score for this poor ridiculous bitch ..
and his fetish for little girls and the wickedess witch...
he said it before " he dont pack heat hes packing beef "
yeah (lol)packing beef deep past the back of his teeth..
kid ya bin burnt packaged and served by this Canada's wonder
remember MC dont deserve hip hop in the Land Down Under....

Hit me up for battles ... taking all challenges

now i got diz pussy named village pimp tryin 2 diss a thug
but really ur just a ho who get pimped & get all emotional & want a hug
stop pretending 2 b sumthin ur not a killa dat'z not u
ur just a mosquito & i'm going 2 stomp on u like a shoe
get a clue trick diz shit here is mine
it'z my time 2 shine on rp & ur bitch azz is going ride da pine
i eliminate hoes like u in da game real easily
so don't overstep ur boundaries & start talkin breezy
u think ur a lyrical solida but really just a rolla
who don't want 2 get hit wit diz glock if i catch u on ne corna

this guy is rappin bout workin on corners... like he should be
Cause really the bitch is workin under me... for free
he gets some luck,earns a buck... and it goes under the table
This story is a loose cannon prostitution fairy tale fable
im sick of your shit and your sick of gettin slapped
so let go of ur peanuts put the mic down and step back

Ay yo this is my 73rd post on rapbattles.com!
i keep sitting and thinkin and rhymin all day long!
Don't you ever fuck with my skill cause i am the bomb!
And i love my lady K.C. even more than my mom.
Me and my father never really got along
Thats why i resorted to weed and bought myself a bong lol

you keep sittin and rhymin all day long u probly suckin dick/
We could beat you cuz u ain't tha bomb/
I fuck K.C. and then i fuck your mom/
ur father was mad because you was broke/
picked up the mic say yo then you chok/
mutha fucka my rhyms are extatic/
mutha fuck i broght me a matic

i got no words 4 diz bitch dey called cinco
diz bitch was puttin up a gift 4 his boyfriend da otha day from kinko's
he's just a fuccin faggot who luvs 2 grab his ankles, & hit his knees
so i refuse 2 spit ne mo flows bout diz trick ass ho who's heart pumps tea

now d-twizzy u got a lil talent but u need 2 go home & perfect it
shit ur rhymes ur like lil babies who get left in carseats dey r neglected
keep making songs 4 da bitches & leave da hardcore 2 da real niggaz
or next time u waste my time of makin figgaz u'll meet my chrome plated trigga

Poppin off at the mouth like that I believe he's a loose canon/
But I'll tighten his ass up, wit nuts(punches), and bolts(meta's), and leave him standin//
Its kinda amazin that you know what Cinco did for his bf, prally cause you jealous/
You wanna them types that try to get personal spittin lies,and I hate you muthafuckas/
This kat up in here telling dudes what they need to do and if they hot, but he a new b/
Get the fuck outta here posting in every cypher, all over niggihz dick like a groupie/
Oh you mad cause I'm dissin like Nas did Jay, you a net thug, you gone shot me.-lol-/
Bitch I'll lyrically murder ya ass like I'm in Murderous Methods, while ya man screamin for you, "POOKIE"//
You young niggih you aint on my fuckin level like Trill Ville/
Gimmie a mic and fuck it I'wn care if its 5:00 in the mornin I'll flow and diss you still/
The ass whippin so brutal ya grandfather feel, time to start making his Will/
And if you respond after this I'm chase you like you a slave and battle you in the field//

Thou shalt not fuck with MC, or he, face 6 million deaths from Mr. RE, Reaper, blowing niggihz up like a motorola beeper-

now i got a fag like mc's reaper tryin 2 diss me also
fakin 2 b hard & claming 2 b loco
nobody believes da hype cuz ur not even considered a nigga mo like a dyke
ur a bitch 2 cuz u like a person who likes sleeping wit lil boyz in his bed
so next time just stay on ur knees, keep away from da mic, & stay giving ur boyfriend sum head u lil trick ass ho