Paris Hilton, that's a low blow/ I try to battle 'Hazard, it's a no show/ Man, why do you cap on Dragon when you ain't got a avatar?/ Maybe because your 'flyweight' skills aren't upi to par/ I guess you don't do good enough to cover your tracks/ You ain't a killa with a toned chest and six packs/ That's where I win you ova'/ rappin' as well as H.O.V.A/ Make sure you can't come back at me/ so the eyes open of every MC/ That you aren't half lived up to my lowest expectations/ You gotta make more game, just to pay my inflation/ so check into my station/ and pay, or you'll suffer your life's erasion...

what the h*ll is this sh*t about/ i read the 1st line and it freaked me out/ i don't think i'm good/ see i think u jus' misunderstood/at least i don't walk around saying i'm from the hood/see i do this for fun you kno get a laugh/ but i think it'z time for u to grow up on your behalf/

okay what the h*ll is up your a**/you say somthin to me and expect me to repliy back/if that'z what your thinkin your really wack/you think your good/you've had 2 f*ckin posts i think u misunderstood/see this thread is to p*ss people off/ you started talkin bout jews what'z up with that/can't you find nothin to ryhm bout/but its okay go sit in the corner and pout/your another one that should grow up and find out wat this rap thing is all about

That's it? That's that?
The KKbug attack
Spit shit 'bout his shit is whack
And can't rhyme
When you didn't even rhyme all the shit you spat
He ain't spit the best shit I heard
But dude, you still got bitch-slapped
Your verse brings grins
But it's at you not wit you we laugh
But no worry, don't expect a reply back
I wouldn't either if I was a fuckin' hack jack

You got one post no toast, compare you to skills, almost..
Nise treat his rhymes like drugs and overdose..
Have ya body like the 'sea' and hit you 'coast-to-coast'..
You supposed know, when nise get sick that body get cold..
Manifest 'stiff' when he flow..
Thas why I call'em 'boner' cause he 'blows'

Nise

nobody is shouting encore
hear that? nothin' but prayers
please god spare me from hearin' any more
null, irrelivant, sad, and empty
your spit's like drugs
only thing they fixin' is bean pole whores with no teeth
you should call me mouth if you think i blows
i'm a boner?, I lookin down at my cock right under your nose

First of all you 'can't see', cause i'm knocken ya 'lights out'..
I'll have Manifest flee before he hides out..
He's a 'mistake' on RB, "Someone pass me the 'white-out'"..
Leave'em tied down while my words beaten him up..
Always talken shit, cause he's eaten out butts..
Ain't never rollen wit dimes, cause he seeks out sluts

..Nise..

I'm talkin' shit cause I'm eatin' out butt
Satisfy the clit now on to where you left ya cum
Bend'em over and hit it above the cunt
Your little ding'a'ling need somethin' tighter
It's been known to leave pussies in a slump
Seekin' out nise's un fulfilled sluts
Last one found bitch, was ya' mum
Write shit like you do, ask for white out, here it comes

have you ever heard the sayin 'dont judge the book by its cover'?//
you diss me like i was your younger brother//
does it make a difference if your older//
oh sorry, im changin the subject here//
it MUST be your disses puttin fear, within me// :rolleyes:
and whats this shit about growin up, you dont even know me,
yet alone seen me, your a fuckin flyweight, i rather be ''new to r-b''//
i gotta start somewhere you know//
iv only started this spitn shit not so long ago//
you spit 'ass' so much i think you already know howta s-wallow//
you should pay attention to the new generation//
your rhymes are wack,
i wouldnt be surprised if someone made an allegation//
il put you to prison from all this shit your spreadin//
hey pussy, you've only won 1 textcee//
and saying im a fuckin noob, it must be those pills youve been havin//
this crazy fuck shouldnt be standin//
i think you should retire today ,cuz you need new phrases for the next day//
you say the same shit agen and agen, you makin my mind go astray//
think about what you just said, cuz this shit doesnt suit you//
your a fuckin perve sayin 'ass' so much, someone should fuckin shoot you.

shit i'll shoot u 2, fag boys reunited crew,
i mean honestly who da fuck are u? u untitled coz u unin titled 2 a win,
i'll diss u soo hard u'll be leavein this shit cryin,
can blame u 4 tryin, jus try harder,
come a lil stronger, coz if i keep goin ima kill u if u live any longer!
this is a fresh keysyle,
thats whike i rip u n stack u in a pile, stack u up high,
tell me the truth dont lie,
so me sum proof...bitchnu trippin u jus high!
c;laims of the the street life, packin heat boy u packin a bread knife,
i'll rape ur wife fuck ur daughter,
came a lil 2 strong then but still i will slaughter u son,
coz my lifer on RB as only jus begun,
so if u bitch u better get a start n start 2 run

New breed is either wack... or just plain horrible//
Nise be adorable, can't no punk fuck wit his skills//
Make this new breed jump when I pop my steel//
Nise put the 'Hot' in 'Hotwheels'... just to have you 'chill'//
This bitch better call me 'Bullet' cause I was 'made to kill'//
It's like you stay sitten the bench never playen the field...

..Nise..

damn bitch, you duckin' me
i think i know just what rb need
a lesson performed by doctor me, md
nise on the table in the observatory
vivisection in process to reveal a real treat
the cause of wannabe's choke artistry
bring somein' back to me b, bring me b
bring me a b and some attle n.i.s.e
nobody is sittin' through ya eulogy

manifest cant even speak english is that leet in your name,
that shits week, lame, and upsets us white people,
when a uncle tom like you, bumbs into a joint and spit out just spew
look at you, you think your "ballin", no "ice" on your wrist or rims on you wheels,
stop crying, the twist of the mix is, lil' kim in high heels has more testosterone than you my friend,
dont get fired up, ive got you wired up, look you even lied to us,
a wolf in sheeps clothing, holding your queer status concealed,
you cant appeal to this cypher, when im done with you youll cry for your mommy

I dont know how to even respond to that shit,
More like grit, but without the sharp edges,
This dude should be shearing hedges,
Sorry, no, painting ledges...
Give this fuck a chain saw and expect brain saw,
Watch as his own head fall's to the floor...
Decapitated, shit, his lines are over rated -
naught out of ten and still his head's inflated,
Bet the last bitch you dated is jaded,
Caught in the crap you created,
I didnt understand a single line you spat,
Guess thats why I thought that shit was crap,
Dude give it up, at least you tried,
Face the facts, you cant rap and it cant be denied,
And check this shit
Sayin that dude lied, well then, your a hypocrit,
I didnt see no fuck run to his mommy,
But, I heard that when you came out'a ur moma's tummy,
The nurse laughed, cus they thought it was funny,
A little boy, born with no penis,
Screamin "here doc, you gotta see this!"
So go back, grow a dick, get a foreskin...
Hurry back home, I hear your boyfriends callin...

your little kim line got a grin outta me
in all honesty truth be told kid that's what the truth be
but i gotta a bigger grin with albi's line about the tragedy
surrounding the lack of your pee-pee, ...sorry c
but your one line got stuck in a big fuckin' heap
of shit that wasn't worth spitten just to give body
to fit that one line into shit you tried to say against me
can't rhyme for shit bitch pussy-cat got ya tounge maybe
get that tounge out ya mom, focus, maybe next time ya graze me

-yo foreal who told u got skills/ u need to quit rap stick to popin pills/ u a get shot and kill/ my flows got u scared shiverin wit chills/ i dont know ya name but ill show u some love/ by cockin back da hamma and feedin u slugs/ u fake boy boy so dont runup/ cuz its two gun ups thatll easily get u done up/ u faget um out this nigga babish

manifest your one to talk..heard your had some gay tendencies/
like that pink focus you drive and why your always down on bended knees/
your pops tried to turn you boys into men but he turn you to fags/
soon as you brought home your first boyfriend he told you to pack your bags/
dont blame it on society its all your fault/
cause thats sugar in your tank you confused it for salt/
but thats not your only bad habit/
your alittle more than a faggot/
this is my oppurtunity to expose you and believe me ima grab it/
ok...your a gangsta you can take three to the head/
but you go home go to sleep and then you pee in the bed/
what kinda shit is that homie, your almost thirty/
theirs no reason you should make your boxers and bedsheets dirty/
grow up homie get a diaper or something/
and im not making this up to get known in this cypher or nothing/
cause its true you know just as well as i do/
so guy buy a bag diapers matter of fact its on sale so buy two

my bad manifest i meant caution

who the fuck is this bitch branson
calls me a fag but his bitch ass is the one prancin'
must not know his sorry ass skills
were the victim of a purse snatchin'
once heard theif gave'em back
without a request for a ransom
mutha fucka so goddamn far from handsome
you'd be doin yourself a favor to swallow a handgun
let that fuckin' thing go before you blow
and look for beef your sorry ass can't even handle spam son

oh no this clown again... you mad i let out your secret/
its over for your so dont cry and your apologies....keep it/
i said you pissed in the bed but thats just the beginning/
you shoulda stopped when you had the chance...cause this is a battle you wont be winning/
people pay attention ima show something bout manifest/
he scared to go to the beach cause they call him..a man with breast/
lactatin ass nigga going through pms/
your a little girl its that time of the month for r kelly to pee on your chest/
so keep your thoughts to your self if you dont like me... SO WHAT/
but if this battle was to escalate i bet you wouldnt show up/
cause you know greatness when you see it and mirrors dissappoint you/
me and my crew aint goin nowhere so fear us is what your gonna do/
so get in line with all the other haters... try out for a crew/
cause the only thing stoppin your success homie is you

A'ight, lemme get in, part the way, hurry hurry...
Slice Branson into little pieces, bury him in the four corners of Missouri,
The battles judged by MY peers, cuz yours can't even SPELL jury,
Speaking of mirrors and fears, you're trembling from my reflected fury,
Surely, you must be joking, or it's that weak ass schwag you've been smoking,
Swimming takes skill which is why you're just barely floating,
You're looking for props, I see you praying and hoping,
But no props for you here cuz you said nothing worth quoting,
In fact, take some advice, stop rhyming and get away,
Son you could only beat me if we rhymed on Opposite Day...

E

Branson got a crew like Hanson
A never was without the luxory
of at least bein' a has been
with 15 minutes of fame lived out
15 minutes less than Marylin Manson's
Hard time keystylin'
cause he's got his hands in his pants and
pinky finger stuck in his asshole doin its own dancin'
and can't think of spit worth spitten
when he does that pea-brain starts crampin'
Maybe mama shoulda put that bottle down
Fetal alcohol syndrome is nothin' to get ya laughin'
Sorry bitch but even in the special olympics
you couldn't contend to become a champion

Manif3st how can you have this game tight?
When you're a dumb ass 'n' cant spell ya name right
I think i'm correct but tell me if i'm wrong
This kids disses look more like love songs

what the fuck?//
4 lines?, thats it?, dont tell me your stuck for words//
your names authentik, you barely managed a verse//
you aint gettn nowhere with that wack//
those thongs on your avi would suit your ass crack//
black jack's gonna kill your ass wid ace of spades//
jack black's gonna thrill kill wid his belly dance parades//

4 lines all you can spit
when gotta mouthful of dick
like my man authentik
performin' homosexual circus tricks
learn bitch, sip some'a my spit
you drunk on it, look at this bitch tip
didn't wanna hurt when i hit
lucky for you i ain't throwin fists
my verse like a hornet
comin at you with a stinger in it
make you cry but that's a given
can't avoid that with all the stds
givin you such an over sensetive clit
hey, send me a copy of that shit you spit
i need somethin to wipe my ass wit

Manifest the guy above was untitled not me
God damn it bitch how dumb can this motherfucker be
I mean this guy come here thinking he's ill
when really he's losin to me about 25- nil
Correction you can start on minus 5
Your'e a better rapper when ya dead as aposed to bein alive
But really can anyone get any wacker than you
Vannila Ice? nah we have no clue
so next time when you have an intention to diss me
it might help if you put in a punchline that wouldnt miss me

hey, at least you got mo lines on this one//
fuck 25-nil you'll soon be long gone from manifest's hornet sting//
he'll sting you so bad he'll make you sing//
you sing so bad you'll effect my hearing//
but i cant judge you by your voice though//
though i can imagine those circus tricks you homo//
the whole front row laughs cuz you got a tadge//
the circus act is illegal, theres a man in blue with a badge//
he's gonna shoot your crazy ass back to ripley's//
thats where you belong you fuckin hippie//

....
 

u untitled and got no name, and it's obvious bitch u got no game/
nuthin n u there one in the same, u think ure good? ure insane/
lets see u try to do sumthin about it, cause i'm like a match i just got lit/
can u even attempt to spit? cause what u had up there, that was purely shit/
got some skillz? i realize u lack this, i ask u for a rhyme and what comes out is piss/
ure poor, terrible and just bad, once u finished ure rhyme bitch i was glad/
i read down the page and it was just sad, do u realize u can barely rhyme man/
never try to rhyme again, cause my shit is phat and ures is just thin/
u rhymins already a sin, go to hip hop skool with the rest of ure kin/
learn that in dis hood, uz a bitch and u'll neva be good/

No hate :laugh2:

the only thing Fat about ur shit is the lard,
soft - cus u couldint even bring it hard,
when im done with u ur gonna be charred in to chalkoal,
and yea' im an asshole,
but i'll send u to the darkhole,
in fact just keep rhymin and these fuckers can do it,
maybe u cud get ur dick to help u thru it,
pay a bitch to suck and chew it,
cum so salty she has to spew it, expect her to swallow?
loaded ur penis till ur balls r hollow...
Yo, dont even attempt to diss, rhimin words such as this and piss, hood and good, its like the dictionary is filled with water-mud, leakin out the cheep shit, and the rest of us can keep it while the amutures can seak it,
well, i guess my rhimes r startin to fail, soundin like im hangin of the rail,
like my shits gone stale,
must be the effect of you whitegold...
whitegold, shit, whatever, the only expense ur worth is a sentence,
5years in the slammer for fraud,
get ur ass ripped by a man with no vocal cord,
well im all done now, whitegold ur shit was done not sold...

albi your not nice so al-bi sure to make this quick/
your favorite line from another dude is albi take this d**k/
bitch get a new name learn how match words/
cause ill treat you like a bitch and you know im known to smack birds/
so dont get it f**ked up or your could get f**ked up/
find you in the passenger seat of your moms minivan slumped up/
cause you soft ill tear you up like a old white tee/
wipe my lex off with your face then ride on chest like an old bike seat/
so the moral of the story bransons nothing to mess with/
two false words *click click* youll hear the tec spit :shoot:

This dude think he tuff, walken round thinken big..
But he don't really know how my doggs flip them strips..throw them clips..if you shit..
You don't wanna pop that gun cause MY shit will make you shit..
Body in a pit
Corpse rottend up, cause he tried and failed when he BUCKED..
But I always BUCK back, bransons ass feel da death rap..get'em ripped wit guns than rapped..
body in dat black bag, zipped up.. ALL because ya weight was weak when you threw them fists up..
I'm talken' 'circus type' when I get you 'clowns' 'flipped up'
Dogg I'm NISE

..Nise..

Without A Doubt I Get Up In His Scalp Like He Had Lice
Short & Sweet,I Only Need 2 Bars To Show Who's Nise

sten cell could benefit from stem cell
like his av hydrosyphalic
fuckin kid's head's swelled
bad genes got ya spitten' so well
you beat ass in 2 bars, oh well
guess i thought it took more than 2 bars of talk
to beat bitches quicker than sten beats his cock
you leeeeaarrrrrned me real good, i can walk the walk
whit you can't catch but you still seein spots

aiyo its cats like u that make tha rap game weak
I get mine that tech 9 that'll strip tha porcelain off ya teeth
does he really think he hot or is he "manifesting"?
No"Passion" for tha game Christ passed u up... ya bars aint a blessing
6 line minimum
2 lines I already got venom in him
wore his ass out like a pair of denim
step up and get ya grill pushed back
put tha burner to ya so ya ass can look half black
it aint that u half-nice, its that ya all whack
like a nigga wit a gun to ya head...dont look back
talkin a whole lotta shit and aint bout nothin....
you about as hardcore as a fresh-baked muffin
say sumthin
cuase my fists is like chew tobacco...they stay snuffin

black theif need to steal ya self some new pants
wear me out like a pair a denims, quick, you cant
afford a new pair or a burner to burn me half black
but you can use mine after i sizzle that cum on your ass
6 line min 2 lines you got venom in'im
line 11 you repeat the same shit line 2 said
need to bite your own shit when nothin's in ya head
burglary skillz weak and almost as weak as the burgla
puss ass couldn't even steal candy from a kid in a strolla
you can take my little fresh baked muffin ass and eat me
if you can find room in ya mouth around your bitches pee-pee

uh oh look out manifest is getting better/
but i seen him the other day wearing his little sisters sweater/
you know the pink one with the little hearts on it, get serious/
but fuck it ill leave some red spots on em like he got his period/
if you get a deal thats the true definition of PMS/
Pussies Must Sell but im taking atleast 3 of your checks/
cause your not living what your spitting, everybody here knows it/
go shave or something you got body hair in your nose bitch/
and as i close this, everybody knows whose nicer/
cause if you scroll up, i already beat your ass more than twice herb

ITS TOO EASY GIVE UP HOMIE

Paris hilton ha u could only wish
to end up with some one like her dog ur a bitch
Rappin will never get u no where
here il even give u my style to try to get u somewhere
but nowhere
is where ul always be
u know ul never tuch or be as incredible as me
and homosexuality
will always be the issue
u found ur nich ur just a bitch with a pencil,
Claimed u was tight
and we know u was wrong
ur wife come home and u wearin her thong,
tell me that aint wrong
through and through
Hazardous dont fuck with me bitch do what u gota do
but if u wana c me bitch
step up to the plate and get exposed like the 1st time u saw ur b/f dick

Damn bran you almost as bad mr slow hands
one hit wonder, pms line, they still dance?
one thing to hit with, i wonder,
like a broken record, mister playback
hey, when i shave my nose hair
i'll send some your way, so you can glue it on ya ballsack
but until applied don't bother gettin back, fuckin' hack
ill give ya back more cracks than ya moms got tracks from smack
kill ya both with acute cardio...
nevamind, you too dumb, a heart attack
hey why don't ya team up with theif and his gat
that way he can shoot me will you dig in a shitter
for more shit to spit that ain't worth bein spat

manifest go with manicures with insecurities test him..
so the next day he roll wit homo's apply some lips stick on him/
so he invest to buy a bullet proof vest to protect him..
he keep on suckin cock with out knowin that aids gonna kill him/
talkin bout dumb ass mr bran have eaten you...
your just weirdo who'll die soon as i crack ya head and leave you/
actin like a tough ass but ken kaniff is more harder...
if this is a sport homie you cant become the starter.../

K-Nine that was funny you think you're the shit, and then you make a fool of yaself n come out with ^this^/
You must be takin tha piss, that wasn't a diss it's a fuckin state like a pyscho doin' his wrists//
You n Untitled should do circuis tricks, professinal clowns, yeah i dont like either of you but don't frown/
You gettin relagated, damn straight goin down, that was a diss here's a pen go n write it down//
So next times you make rap look like a crime you'd get cought so you could do some time/
This is me I'm over goodbye K-Nine/ I've just educated you on how to spit 6 lines//