FUck metaman you should change your name to megaman
So i can kill you legally like Wily man// (If you don't know Dr. Wily don't ask)
What was you thinkin postin on this fuckin site
You must have a "screw loose" that needs to be tight//
But that don't matter cause you talkin shit like you is big
Metaman?! man it seems like you is still a kid//
But it makes sense lookin at your weak ryhmes
So weak the words are fading off your typed lines//
And you would think hearin Hughely would just make you funny
But I guess it don't you'll always be a fuckin nothing//

learn to rhyme kid, like i did, open ya eye lid
my radar cant find you, cuz i blew you off tha grid
ya lyrical jibberish is a sin, like halloween ya been michealed
sounds like ya jaw is made of tin cuz ya rhymes is recycled
only way ur spittin hot fire is if ya tasted my rhymes there HOT
ya just not, bout to get verbally shot, cant match the talent i got
no chance of retalitation, cuz ya dont wanna seek payback
payback is just as bad as ya last its totall-y fuckin whack
your a bitch with one loss and no wins so quit now please
one more verse from me and ya rhymes will be blowin in tha breeze
cuz ya jaw got shattered and ya lungs have collapsed, ya shook
12 lines.. 6 bars... thats all it took, if you dont beleive me just look

This is bullshit...how could you reply with shit that LAME!!//
Godfather of R.V....Why?...He needs ta retire his name.//
Im like a live wire ta your PLAIN...text...//
We can tell your a Head Case for tha Same SEX..//
Watch em..Fall off track like a train wreck..Oh!//
thats been used Before....//
like ur all of ur rhymes...are similar ta ur mouth...been Used Before...
HAH!!!!.....NEXT!?!

he speaks....
 

your first post and you go at me, I'm deeply flattered
admitted you's a prick in yah own line, you keep me laughin (lol)
I'm back at it, yah rat bastid
your just a waste of flesh like nuns with fat asses (lol)
eh, holmes you really aint that relevant (not even a little)
I'll reach through the screen and back slap you so hard, you'll start keyin with a speech impediment

He speaks...wit steel in his mouth!!! HAH!!!
 

Sir lancelot....HAH!!!...with that name whatcha gawn do..//
with a record 0 an 2...I can see what cha goin threw..//
alotta of changes ..perhaps...//
Or you either tryin ta get famous for rearrangin my raps..//
get bitch slapped 4 that in R.V.//
Your going against a 1 man army with knowledge of a young Marcus Garvey..//
So please...dont even post back...//
Cuz ur so wack at textin..that ur name say's it all...ur nothin but a throw back!!


Im just relaxin...who is this kid!?!...NEXT!!!

he speaks....
 

^ clowns, put yah wackness to use and set up suttin, I murdered the cypher forum in 3 days, tired of goin back and forth with lames,clowns, lmao

(this is a diss cypher, can't get no better than that^)
dont speak,just rhyme.

F-D

Why is Sir Lancelot still even postin
You're ryhmes just suck though they probably was stolen
I know they suck cause you the only one laughin
You mark your jokes i merk your ass while i'm battlein
I'll stop your posts like pimps smackin their hoes
Saying you were a champ don't make you one though
You must be from the bowels of the babylon
CAuse your ryhmes just stink as if your bowel movement's on

Kid You 'Sin Mics' ya beefs Thick as 'Pin Stripes'
Whats Winnin Like? Ha, You'll Never Know
Cause you get More ''Boo's'' than a Milli Vanilli Show
Silly Ho, Dicks are for Tricks
Steppin ta me ya ass is like Kool-aid....
.....Caught Up In The MIX!
Ya need a Fix, an i Talkin bout no Weed
Ya whole Structure needs a new Breed!
Start over, Leave the site an Re-Emerge
Ya couldnt ''Come'' Hot if 3 Chicks made you Splurge!

Buck shot?...nigga never even held a gun
Hes crying like a bitch...hes not the chosen one
I'm too advanced, to ever be lucked or romanced
My verbs cause tainted hearts...your inspiration enchanced
But at the same time...i dont listen to reason
Sum1 should tell you, that biting is treason
You'd need an ice berd to put out my heat
You regret facing me..you quit, last defeat.

You reall think you Ill..? Than you a Fool-Kid
Cuz I'll own MJ like the fucking Bulls-Did
Breaking pencils the way I Pop-Lead, you'll get Shot-Dead
And the way Im smoking Green you'd think I was a Pot-Head

X-§tatic spittin shit like he fallin over flustered//
Can't muster 6 lines so all his shit is clustered//
Spittin mustard in this kids eye to make him see me better//
But all I'm probs gona get back from him is love letters//
See me shredder this little chedder head, I do it together//
The voices in my head an my fingertips forever together//

ayo riddle me this and riddle me that,
i hawk niggas but styll fiddle tha gat//
ya sig say it all, but money talks,
got tha right price than ya honey walks//
but if not, she get a nother hole in her face,
niggas kno me as tha B who role wit da gage//

wun

Hey!?!"Its the canadian bacon"..where's the beef?\\
Talkin about "FAKIN!"...If im not mistakin
WHERE'S the streets\\
At...in your town thats filled with crime\\
Is it that ur a gangster on ur day off or just part of tha
time\\
Tha computer screen gotcha partlly blind..
you say that U gutta!!\\
Dont make me spray at you fuckah
You just ah Pee Wee...an I aint talkin About tha 1 that played at tha RUCKAH's!!

Frank~Castle

ok ok ok

Nigga im a Georgia Boy/Yeah nigga like Pastor Troy/So nigga u when I enter/U know bringin dat noise/Stayin wit toyz/I'll even bring to ya castle/Shawty it aint no hassle/Cuz ill stretch ya/Like some cell mates assholes/AInt no homo inmy game ya lil trick/Niggas tape clothes to they nose/Cuz they know im da shit/Specialy when i spit/Have u squinted ya eyes/Like ya nuts just took a hit/And im really tired of hearin about da Ruckah/Ma Fuckha/U can rhyme it in manys way/Ya mutha sucka/When i lift up my shit Nigga u gon duck/Trust me u dont wanna buck/Guarentteed to get fucked/Cuz im guarreenteed to pop to trunk/Certified to bust da mac/And i promise u/ill lay ya on ya back/U be on ya back squirmin/Stay turned cuz u'll be learnin/Just because i pull a thug act/Dosent mean im always gonna attack/Daz right/i'll let it ride/But Ma Crew aint gonna slide/Stay Representin Da Bestside/Atlanta Da Westside/Say some pussy shit/And End up in da Drive By

Alright alright enough of that shit let me get at this lame ass georgia boy,
He's talkin so much gay shit got me thinkin that he really gorgin boys!
No scores with that noise,
You stay with toyz while stretchin boys assholes?
Keep quiet son or catch that wrath from the Pastor
I'll kill ya faster than a case of that cancer
Only way you'll lay me on my back squirmin
Is if you grow some tits to go with that puss you sportin
Thats enough of this homo hes being left for dead
Talk again and ill make ya check in to club med