Zach Da Ripper, on Pun's dick strapped like zippers
Atractin wiggers, we stashin triggers, cashed in figures
We Rap in blizzards like rapid rivers, slashin quicker
Relax and shiver, sit back and quiver, whip action delivers
Clever hitters never quitters, scared forever jitters
prepared letters simmer, mail getter givers
Zach Can't make bail if his skill is fa sale, drill'em wit nails
Thrill'em wit grails, holy images in his grill tll he fail
Tryin real hard but none'a ya rhymes make sense
I got dat nickel plated and u say u gone take cents?
Nothin but a bum, i stuff'um witta gun, bluffin he's my son
I wouldn't even deem him that, told da motha fucka ta run

How u gon' post on me, when u just straight suck,
All the people readin that shit is like" What the fuck??"
Conversion??... to what??... A fuckin fag??,
Sorry I had to be the one to tell you your moms a hoebag;
U dont know what u got into when u stepped to me son,
U'r shit is wack thats why your record is... 0 and 1;
I dont even think u understand what the fuck u just said,
U need to go back to high school or just go back to bed;
Or u could go back to hustlin an doin crimes,
Whatever u do, dawg,please dont write rhymes.

Kid please my above first was just a little taste
Of how i'd rip you wit one punch in little haste
You come at me like I'm really the whack One
Your lyrics cry they wack like your a spoiled brat son
Let me deploy the action, bring you down off your high horse
I'll put 18 holes in ya bitch ass like you was a fuckin golf course
Fuckin wit C was your chioce....Now its me that gets to rejoice
I enjoy, playin cats like you like toys, men, back down ta boys
You PM me to tell me you wrote more wack shit in the cypher?
Let me crack you upside ya dome till the blood need'a diaper

The Tion

conversion, you aint shit your verse is lyrical constipation....
i masterfully manipulate your sexual orientation....
you might wanna grab a medic, i just made you a patient....
haz hits you with more sound waves than a rap radio station..
i destory your feeble rhyme and force you into hibernation...
only way you could win a battle is with 1000years of elevation...
they call the way in just ripped up your verse devastation....
for once you didnt choke before rhyming its a transformation...
i find motivation in my skills, i've just posted nothing but relaxation..

to conversion...

how long do we gotta wait for this 'conversion' to happpen
cos ya got me laughing! with the idea of you on a mic rapping!
it'd be like a 1 armed man and his attempt at clapping
except he'd get respect, youll get like ya battles, a verbal slap'n
so if ya mapping ya future, on cypher, no one likes ya!
ya bad writer, ive seen snapped elastic thats fucking tighter!......

As sure as flowers bloom, Deva's gonna consume...
Disses from my 6 lines, so ya know he'll be wilting soon.
Women don't love ya, why ya gotta lie to us like that?
When burgers and ice cream, are your keys ta being phat.
Don't need publicity? Too bad, I'm makin ya famous, kid...
Cuz neva eva, Deva, not for a minute, think ya not stupid.

Dissin a broad like that you must be a homo/
You the type that put his "penis" between his legs yo/
You dance for faggots, rhyme for drags, you a hoe/
You spit like I.....will....mur...der..you.....rappin in slow moe/
Bitch ass, gotta name he call himself, born to kill/
Niggih you aint Michael Myers, you can get you shit filled// Holla mayne

Yes, there is a dick between my legs, and your it's biggest fan...
Thanks for noticing, now wipe ya chin, and get off ya knees, man!
Dynasty soldier, means ya fight for the right ta watch TV.
Late night soap opera, ironically as outdated, as this fake G.
WTF? Ya ain't West Coast nor East Coast, ya mid west, ho...
No coast at all, and no talent, wordplay, punches, or flow!

You know you right, ya dick is mines biggest fan/
Cause its so fuckin small, you piss n a bottle cap undastand//
And dynasty Soldier means I'l merh ya ass,"while you watchin TV"/
Wipe the blood off ya lip,beat that ass ,you right I aint a fuckin G/
"WTF", bitch ass words from a bitch ass nigga yo/
Come correct when you fuckin wit a Dynasty Soldier hoe/

Displayin skulls in his avy, predictin his own faith..
Battlin newbs in FL..but lookin at his record its to late..
U have passed..the past tense of now & you knew it..
Your then..
Like back in May... before u started battlin & blew it..
But its still ok..Your still here active, n battlin & shit..
But trust..
It wont be long till u can start all over again like Chrit..

..to Born To Kill..

You must dont know who you facin/
Cause ya mutha-fuckin time you wastin/
Nah, you aint talkin bout me, I must be mistaken//
Comin wit trash like that, I take out the garbage-quick/
Bitch you sorry as ya daddy, make me wanna release my cartidge-clip//
get off the net and get ya pen and pad, cause comin wit shit like that, you eave here sad./

Straight Ace and Melman...
A couple of girls I once fucked...
Cold came in Mel's eye...
But Straight Ace straight up ducked.
So Mel's bustin the braille...
Can't see for shit now...
I can put knots on his head...and tell him it's hail.
Straight Ace just ran, to cry in tha shower...
Pulled an Ace Ventura...
And was chewing gum for hours.
Ashamed of what he'd done, gettin raped like that...
But you know he secretly liked it...
He's sendin me PM's back ta back!
Is that 6 lines...this styles got me confused...
Alot like those back talkin bitches...
Cuz I left they're brain's contused!

Weak...but whatever...
Havin fun.

Man dont even step in a cypher with that weak shit,
talkin shit to me could get ya wig split;
An I dont wanna have to do that to u son, but I will,
then I'ma make u change ur name to," I got Killed"
U tryin to diss "Straight Gay", an Mail Man too,
both these niggaz gay, they remind me of you;

srry its so short but i only have time for a quick one

Your cool at least you meet the line requirments unlike so many others...
~Bounce~

Zach da Ripper..Last person I saw...

Rippen your approach step to the Chemist and Catch stressed Throat..
Leave you in slave behind your keys..So you can't Keystyle Frees..
Zach from Save by the Bell gets ripped by the true Jack from my Scripts..
Raping your tongue for not thinking before you spit..
Put my knuckles to ya eyes..So u can see the crack between my fist and feel the True Punchlines..

Blah lol..

some 1 please tell this chemist to concoct some vocab/
pour acid on this scientist and stab his ass in his lab/
this mutha fuckin chemist has the mind of a rat/
amazed in this maze of cheezy page combat/
he neglected to analyze the data of his verse/
his record 2-3...dam that musta hurt!

fuck a ghetto poet, dawg i gotta diss ya again?..
N he keeps battlin in the Cypher, tryna get himself a win
dawg u stupid if u thinkin, that u iller than most
cuz the hardest rap u ever dropped, was strugglin with ya post
fuck it i'ma roast you, leave ya covered in scars
N use ya life line, just to meet the criteria........six bars...

Dawg you lame you need to work on yo rhymes
Wtf?? is 7:30 is that yah bettime
Dawg you fucking lame go to the wackness center
nah go to the shelter they might give yo broke ass some dinner
When I read yo shit all I can do is sigh
cuz you talking all tha shit and everything you say is a lie
You aint a gangsta beleive me you dont want this drama
you's a wanksta and 730 is how many times I fucked yah mama

u beatin bout bein "lame" when u spittin rudimentry/
have to spell simple since u spittin from elementary/
Think before you type before you continue to wast my time/
your skills measured by the way you thought dinner and centre actually rhyme/
you suckin the whole cypher down and your flow empty without basis/
you in a cyclone vacuum not hearin ya self stink locked in ever lasting stasis/

Again a newb..trying to prove?.... what in a cypher..
..Im skilled..
But not even I, can fix ur shit up not even McGyver..
Droppin' wack lines..that are sophisticated..uhm no..
I lied in that line^..
So lets state the truth now, your record is.. 'O..O'
Kid's actin silly..Illusions in his head make him proceed..
But his shit is crooked,Worse then a english man's teeth..
So im bout to hit submit N put Level back a grade.....&
He wont know what hit him....kinda like his prom date..

Undefeated Ace, picking on herbs again, that's crooked...
So I guess that disclaims ya name, either that or ya stupid.
Probably tha latter, cuz ya ain't even phatter, than Ethiopians...
That's got his flow going real slow, through his fallopians.
Tubes! Like most newbs, Ace is a bitch at heart, no doubt...
No balls, though he seeks em out, every time he opens his mouth.

Appreciate the vote in my battle..really i do..
Cud've polled all 5 votes & i still wudnt skip u..
I dont neglect the weak..regardless their posts..
...You're a vet? well in Front Lines at most....
Bitch at heart? bitch be smart..Im pickin on herbs?
Thats true..so ill pick on u to..by writin these words..
Give this guy a break..ill slap u into retirement..
My star shines more bright then gay attirement..
So with this last bar..ill leave u done for & owned..
...Kid is a retard..i guess when he was little
...................his hobby had to be bein tombstoned..

(I know you're a big fan of wrestlin & shit..this all jokes)

I see you've paid attention, followed what I like...
So do me one more favor, and please take a hike.
On ya bike, hit the trail and never ever come back...
Cuz...er...I'll keep that, and simply label you a hack.
Ya no PC whiz, gigabyte talk confuses this low card...
Can't rap either, takes Viagra then claims ta come hard.

Last line was played, but so what!

Born To Kill?..There Was An Abortion..You Werent Even Born At All
Face It.. Ya Flows Like Kids Driving Sticks... Its Just Bound To Stall
Damn Beaten By Eighty Wack Heads... Shit.. That Gots To Be A Shame
On Tha Other Hand.. Most Of Your Wins Came From Herbs That Were Lame
Fuck Around End Up Like Ya AV.. With A Spear Through Ya Skull
Food...Just Ate You.. Having Seconds.. Cuz I Ain't Remotely Full

^^ Just Trying These Cyphers Out... No Beef...

I know what real beef is, you don't need ta comfort me...
But you see the worst case scenario, since ya name is Kaos Theory.
Ironic then, that you didn't see ya own whack verse comin...
Shoulda called a pet psychic, cuz I'm a have this bitch hummin.
From knocked out fangs, canines and molars too, missing...
So ya never rhyme again, but'll win awards at dick kissing.

ya list of murkins is impressive, the message shows ya age
'LOOK WHO I BEAT!'.... kid's stuck on the first page!
Born To Kill.. could play it for hours, but's been done
so ill jus concentrate on the 80 battles.. ya havent won!
by the way ya words appear, its clear ya dont realise
with a ratio like that...its obvious where the skill lies!

I've disgraced you before, I remember cuz ya cried...
And cuz of that "Women Love Me" shit, never seen a bigger lie.
Cuz ya know they don't, this is played but you get no leg...
And they don't give ya the pussy either, tit or mouth, despite your begs.
So go on Ms. Thang...oh sorry, that's not Diva, it's Deva...
I was confused cuz nothin hangs, he's a true bitch and will be 4-eva.

Ur names born to kill well im born to thrill
Smash ur head in a window sill and watch as ur blood will spill
Sit back and take a lesson cuz im about to destroy this vet
And unlike this kid from texas all my words arent already set
Born's 89-80 now he thinks he the hottest shit around
Um thats bout 50% so take the percent how's that sound
Weak as shit, thinkin u made when all ur lines are straight played out
Now im gonna bounce cuz if one more verse i shout this fags life will be turned about
-KeMy$t

Wow!KeMy$t you should try hooked on phonics
cuz its obvious by your spelling you smoked to much hydrophonics
rip you limb from limb,puttin you back together with bionics,
you seem to have a big head,but its in ur ass cuz you highondicks
try to get up but your left foot slips,sendin you into the splits,
kinda like what my words do too your spirit your asshole rips,

for .Kem...

reading thru ya rhyme nearly every lines played thin
ya opener looks familiar.. does it have a siamese twin?
shit ya writing bout his percentage, think up ya own hit
played punched like a duke box.. coming with the old shit
think of sumthin new for the corn fields, ok i will
lie in it while i harvest add flavour with the blood i spill
then they can call it Ke'maize and you'll never get ill

For Lewd

This boy claims to be lewd, but it's only gays on his mind...
More fucked than daisy chain fags, but ta him it's a good time!
And about ya verse, that bullshit up above this classic...
Sucks like ya last line, guess ya remembered a date with Vlasic!
Pickles, is probably ya boyfriend's term of endearment for you...
And it tickles, when you 2 fags do whatever it is ya do.

Weak, but what the hell.

so the penny's finally dropped, admitting it will help recover
jus stand up say "IM WEAK", was forced into it by my mother
but really ya bat over, talk'n bout alot, Sumthin ya wanna say??
i heard the fags who speak it are the real bitches smoking gay
so if its convenient with you, sir, i bid you farewell...
all the best for 04'... may you fall victim and rot slowly in hell!

dissin MEL-MAN

they call you the "mail man"/
cus you gonna get "boxed up"/
thats what the "brown" can do for me/
cus you is a fag who gets ass fucked,
and you aint even locked up/
youll get popped up/
and your body will drop down/
the funny thing is no one even heard a sound/
your not hot like cold soup/
your living proof of a poor excuse/
an emcee with no worthy use/
if keenan ivory wayans did a a scarface spoof/
you would be the star cus your an actor and i ll make you disapear like POOF!/

no real beef Mel Man just fun

Why you callin yoself a man when you just a lil boy
Bitch I'll put yah in a cradle and make yah play wit yah toys
Playing roun wit castro, is bad for health
and if you keep coming at this hot nigga, watch yah melt
You aint a ryder you aint nuttin but a bitch
I was wrong you is a ryder all night on tha dick
Ice man you dont belong in the cypher
so get the fuck out before these dawgs I got for hands bite yah

Castro XL, 26 posts, damn and this mothafucka like 2 boast
Betcha dat wasn't a spit, his dick was in mouth and he started 2 choke

But enough sweet bitchin', you need 2 seriously stop trippin'
Your spitting like Dick Van Dyke, so lyrically your Dick spittin'

So enough wit dis faggot, his turn is definitly gotta be ova
He spit like a drunk, lyrically his shit was a pussy spittin' sober

seven... why in the hell you going to introduce ya self/
ill diss your ass and the next person that posts about himself/
Fuck that shit...You talking about posts...whats new!/
Dawg look at you...ur two hundred and twenty two.../
i got five hunderd something.... thats more than you/
check yourself before you start posting crummy shit foo/


whack as hell lol anyways

listen iceman

ima start on meltin the ice coz im hot like el nino
ill have your body cooked crisp like a fried negro/
ya skill level is zero
the rappin version of cee-lo
tryna be hard but ya softer than a pink pillow/
a fake gangsta hide coz im ready to grill yo
need more practice dawg need to change ya stilo/

no beef man!!

Yo castro, don't hate on the young, fuckin' jerk//
Just makes you look worst when ya get murked//
I'm sure me or iceman could take you anyday//
If this rap was a race, your flows are at a delay//
Castro XL, where the hell that come from?//
I know you came from my dick,I aint that dumb//
But how could someone think of such a name//
They read that and think, damn, that fags lame//
You need to get off of RB ASAP you disgrace//
You say he bites? read ya rhymes...o0o0o in ya face//

lol whack but o0 well

how dare you name ya self the rapstar ignorant fag
your just a fake gangsta who's wearin du-rag/
you aint even hiphop J.T(justin timberlake)die hard
you should roll wit ODB and a bunch of retard/
rapstar a.k.a tha pretender full time faker
jus shut the fuck up coz ya game is over/

REQUIEM FOR A DOG

You dog, sayin' that guy's a full-time faker -- what are you, a part-timer?
Stop writing -- eat some beans. You'd have more luck as a fart rhymer.
Or your scrolling code avatar -- maybe you should scan it
And see if it comes up with a random rhyme or the text of Hamlet.
This utter shit you're uttering, dog, rhyming "faker" with "over"?
<i?You're</i> over. Stop cryin' like Tammy Faye Bakker, and go fuck your girlfriend Rover.
What a pervert -- you're also ugly and a cheap punk;
You tried to fuck livestock, but wouldn't pay to get the sheep drunk.
Basically, whatever you try to do, you just spoil it.
Go back where you belong, dog, drinking from the toilet.