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This kid buys em off the rack to show he has "fans"
Rip his arms off to prove he is both lyrically and litterally a useless 'hitman' |
AnjellicalR...ya not that great, you far from a star
I'm glad to know that ur ready to die, cuz you the next bitch up for par i'll leave you wit so many scars..you not ready for action i'll leave you hangin like the titty from Janet Jackson Damn, my flow style is original...and the cypher i be in, is so critical i proved ya theory wrong, cuz i burned ya ass, and made it seem so pitiful |
Young Black
Young Black, face my wits, im curteous with this/
when i counter act on ya facelift, layupin on hits// like a drive by,u graze the bullet when it came at ya/ me up on passenger side and a friend as the dispatcher// three locations on ya body i fracture, man u just an amature/ you young and black ? feebleness from u is like u hittin puberty from being immature// |
Born from the heart of the devil
Im spawned from Heavens So im guessin U'll neva get on my level Neva eva neva eva I killed u longe range but i come for a closer exchange jus ta get my beretta redda Endeavor of levers I rise to the pinnacle in most eyes Spittin Iller, wit gross lines Sicker wit fillers the Medics bigger my dose size Foget it i roast guys~ Jus burned this nigga no need fa tryin I suceed when i proceed, gettin those degrees ta climbin ^^^^ Lines of bull shit~ im cool wit~ still gettin the fool lit Pull, gripped, trigga ta squeezin stop um from breathin still runnin wit full clips GAY...possibly.. do sumfin bout it Holla @ Meh ~ONE~ |
Post pile up~ barrage of punches on AgelllicalR
Keystyled up~ forged in a hell of fyre Betta Retire~ Tre come wit action~ mags blastin~ blowin hols in ya back end Dag what happened~ Fags is laughin~host of fuck spots~ when i release the buck shots Recede ta tuck glocks~ reload ta bust cops~Whites ta the back!!! I invade ya bus stops Whats not~ iller than all~ the posts in the cyph wit the filler involved Than Tre releasin rage, watch um killin um all Same comment Holla @ Meh ~ONE~ |
Y u rappin nigga, Ya style's 'Tired' n Used~ ya prolly got a dick tha size o 22's
Fuck tha power u got, all i gotta do is Devide n Re-Used How long'd it take u to rap? ya finally done afta 2 people ya style petty n feeble~ U mite be on a 'high level', but compared to underground shit ur Un-Equal im Tired of bitch kids tryin to rap.... ill crush ya theigh wit my Strap All my hits bring Casualties casually, so the events will be ull die THEN collapse.... |
Hit Man
Another whack newbie that I send Ranks to his Sig They call me -Diss A Symbol- The way I Played and Broke on his Pic. Out Laws is your signature because you stay plagiarizing And I’ll stomp a hole threw your cheek to seep (seek) ur rhyming. Why should I even create another Line for this Tu Pac Fan Because my first verse already killed his avatar using a -Hit Man- |
U jus 'Clownin' yaself bitch, ill split ya head... leave u wit Half Face's
Dogg i think u meant to hit up the ABC ryme, cuz u still haven't got Past Basics So who u kiddin really? Bendin ya structure wit Fast Hits Ya gettin ya Ass Kicked.... Quit layin rymes in this thead befo i lay ya down in ya Cask-et Ill have ya Mendin ya Remnants, see my name n kno ya Finished Afta tha beatin ur takin, you couldnt be identified by Bio-Chemists [hahaha] |
Look at this no name trying to go Blow for blow with a name like Hit Man
You were already Cir Cum Sized by the gay army No wonder why Ur Banned. Try to strategize Ur lines before Battling A well designed rhyme U couldn’t be a Hit Man even if U Beat ur own Balls with an adult sign. Ur so stupid putting “HA” at the end of your flow That just proves your whole VERSE WAS A JOKE. Haaaaa |
ur chemically unstable like mutations...
bio-genetically altered into some fucked up clown creation... this ain't ICP cause i don't see them nowhere... no more, just like IJL, they flow scared... got heat in his pants like a thug and burned his balls... that's wat happens when u read this and your reaction stalls... |
Look another sig that scrolls.. you can’t be Burned.? Tell that Ur pic
I put thrust moves threw emcee like you..and Converse Ur lyrics Just for the -Kicks- Ish I’ll stick daggers to Ur ribs..and stay eating Middle weights Like U Cause average are Ur punches. U mentioning my name Chemist in Ur scripts, But yet you still lack intelligence And How can you have the devils heart .? When Ur name States Ur sweetness. |
a message to a chemist...
you a bio chemist? nah..you just a clown with no show you just a feminist nominated to be the next calendar hoe/ mybe ya the scientist after all mixin different semen and drink it insane joker lyricist..damn..whut the fuck is that bullshit?/ you keep on talkin about ya scripts and how whack can it be you say it yor self your a joker and a consistent wannabe/ |
K-nine Stop Talkin Bout Guns Ig You Can't Even Pull The Triger..||
You White ??? THen I'll Keep On Callin You Nigger..||(no offense) Thats Right IJL...Iller Than You'll Ever Be..|| Stop Talkin CuzZ YouZ Only No To RB..|| Wanna-B Cuz He A Joker...PSSSH "JOKE" This Dick To Yo Nose..||\ I Saw You At Wal-Mart\Target With Them GRanny Panty Hose...|| |
this cats reall weak with the flows he spits...
lemme spit my vemon out.. juss to show u my fatal lyrics... my spits.. u lack thoese... runn u out from dis block.. u de'elevate an start jackin hoes.. don't think ur ill.. they way u die nasty soldier... ur fate will cush da way u step 2 dis bolder |
when i spit, i rip anything that represents ignorance//
A.K.A Diligent// give him a bad verse, and hes all into it/// he says hes a "boulder", sombody tell him to stop it /// his mic could be granite, and still couldnt "Rock" it /// off the topic, im spitting till my lungs go bloody/// its ugly, kickin freestyles while i "rip the MC above me" |
Fatal dising multi people? Hows my style? get off the dick...
This fag, just wants to be me catchen colds just to be sick "nigga" son your white lackin skill kinda like diligent Face it sons, punchs being car wrecks i wouldnt feel the dent leave unwritten hazard in suspence, like tupacs unfished movie scripts yes deligent.. your fat as fuck.... " now some one move this bitch" You smell that stench.. Im have ma k-nine look up bio chemist Bio.... are you degradeable? or are you like your girl.. unflatable? your lack of talents like unposted pics, its unratable.. screw it... One |
my unposted pics are naked, so how do you know about em?///
im the mic falcon clutching kats with my talons// after you work on your game and elevate, ill be at the top of the mountain/ spit in your verse, then "Outcomes" a fountain, ive lost it// outcome, needs to come out of the closet/// hes one of those horible hoes, tryin to rip multiple foes/// i hope you got lines more intimadating then the Hulk with no clothes/// ill flattlin goals, splattin your flows/// speak in latin, then skatter your face like the sphinx with no nose ill shatter your verse, and crumble your spirit/// next time think twice before putting my name in your lyrics |
fuck it already? im not even ready/////
im not only HAZARDous, im 3 times more deadly/// bet me, im like hairiett tubbman cause i "free" minds/// get pussy like a feline, steal her from "de-fined"/// watch porn on Re-wind till we reproduce in the "SPRING TIME"// im pre signed, unwrittens guns are his lungs and his tongue/// son, your more done then a dumb student who needs to be schooled "101" OH SHIT!!!!!!!! "so fuck it already"/// my vocabulary is especially extra oridinary when someone calls me a fairy every MC who thinks theyre scary barely holds my weight when they got so much pressure to carry......... warmin up |
Your always gonna lose, in crew battles they cant trust ya.
Cause ur lyrics and punches.......are as bad as ur structure. U must be rigged, cause no one can come as shit as u did. And wat fag would have his own wack line quoted in his sig? Ur lines keep gettin worser, the best thing was the end cursor.... Ur not dangerous, the only thing Hazardous is ur shitty verses. My Punches strike you like lightenin, and your storms UP. Think you a real emcee?..... ..............................Well real emcees dont have to warm up. Biatch |
OC this cats godda bad OutCome
So i think ima come right out by sunnin um/ UH, dude, i cant understand were you comin from what is your talent? a mimic of your dick, soft before you done/ Walk before you run, your lybal to trip now these are punching shrooms, they just got you like it/ you know you like it, dyke my photographs make you sick And there not the kind you boast about i burn this cat.. werent you in 8 mile that roasted house/ i slap your mouth, like fathers when sons run they mouth you feel your mouth? good, now ill take this bitch out/ your scribes are ancient, no wonder your sounden old your prehistoricly wackly written, oh... didnt chu know/ You shoulda been told. dont wanna poker.. bitch jus fold you drag-on about nothing..Your even spit flames that are cold/ I never knew two daughters could get sonned? And thats easily defined..its like begging class.. 101/ D, you would remember it best from " learn to be a queer" And Written.. lets face it, you were spitten in that class, through senior year/ |
Fine fuckin lee this cat is here, so i am , but i doubt bruce is
Now hows about you flip my structure an see a reverse punch hits/ Oh my word.. peep this herb but dont click sound itll just make ya ears hurt ive heard underground, but your wack with verbs, and just sound like dirt/ This sons off beat,, beating off to his partner breahing harder... you sound forteen, not to mention like your on the dick of sean carter/ From talent you seem farther, just remember the words of luke Son i am your father, i wish my dick coulda made your mother pussy puke |
^ biotch
Wat makes u think a wack fuck like u can whore me? Were you dissing me or were u writing a fucking story. Just stop trying bitch, cuz i simply cant be out done. And by lookin at ur verses, a loss is always the outcome. i merk you openly, and your SHIT, well so to speak. i beat you so bad that even ur allias would vote for me. i fuck your verse up, shit ill just have to rape ur lines. and if u think u can beat me? its just a waste of time. OWNED |
Look at your fuckin avatar ua crack head type
nigga you usen a brother, I know your white Stuff your lyrics up assholes so ya there tight Owned? son you couldnt rent my style payin me He already ask, i turned him down, hes sad basicly star track junkies always stun but ur not phasen me "Theres a problem the leader is usen lines racistly" well excuse me, but fuck white niggas, like him "your crazy, hate your parents," well o-fuckin-k eminem Forget it lyrics are self raising an im sure you boasted fuck this, youll diss yourself after i leave you profile posted Quote:
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Your verse? watch this shit cuz urs will be broken in two.
Post my profile, it just means i get more exposure than u. Your just gettin owned n embarrased, PLEASE STOP SON. And your dick is like your avatar....you aint even got one. Hang ur neck with a rope, you battlin me with no hope. And you made me laugh my ass off...... ....................................……cause you a fucking joke. Walk on you like a tile, If you think ur good, ur in denial. You attempt to diss me, But then you go and bite my style? I pack lines that work him, that make urs look like u flirtin. AND LOOK im not the only guy on RB who has merked him :D http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=112456 |
thanks for more exposure your fucking loser
your punchs couldnt make black on tina after ike bruised her This cats start off on the wrong foot, quit dance white boi ill have you shoved up a pussy, like one of your anal sex toys i wreck boys, you sex them you love my lines, admit your cassete deck reps um dumb as fuck, with nothign witty, pitty son its like ya mom gave birth to vexed blonde your shitty,, noone likes you leave us alone, fucking inbreed, immture eminem clone Wait, thats to must respect and closer??? i know wack as fuck, bullied up poser I listend to your first song, made my ears numb, so here two style from u 2 feed on your an ilratticly reading, dumb cat wanna be feeding, pussy pee'd on bleeding wack seedling see me gleaming, i open cans of echos to leave you screaming i pick you on up an throw out, rip this prick outta this rednecks mouth an make him pout stop to shout, untill he looks around, pull up next to him with two cap guns byound while hes turn around, for fun pound the triggers an watch him jump at the sound now get off my dick bitchling, before i come close to trying... |
This is just a little warm up, ta get the day started right...
And since kid's whack, I already know tha outcome of this fight. Me standin over him, lookin at my knuckle marks on his face... And him flat on his back, having been put back in his place. Cuz he's clearly lower level, even manages ta be lower than dirt... Cept his mom keeps gettin mad, for gettin that dirt in his skirt. Cuz despite being young, it's predetermined he'll end up a bitch... So don't bother prayin for balls, kid, no way ya gettin that wish. |
This kat from Texas where they hold guns...
funny part bout is this man don't own one... he was born to kill? then why is he dead?... leave him lookin like acidic bone-marrow head... and that doesn't need to be saved for 40-year old detention... merked 84 times over dick-ride for a hundred eleven... |
fe fi fo fum, this dude has a simple verse and a wack one
verses crap son, ive seen dumpstser with better shit for bums than that one/ get the point? your avatar tells it took a long tyme, Dr suess taught his rhyme, combined bombs an lines after he saught to be mines/ so i took him, sed fuck a bomb, instead i shook him, took his talent an crooked him they saw his verse jump out his pocket and start bookin/ screw it.. whos next???? |
Bitch what the fuck are you doin in front of my post?
gettin your ass back down here, like talent on the east coast/ rhyme? dear lord no dont, promise me you wont, lord im tryna have hope but you keep sending me no talent skill like puffys boat/ this cat thinks hes tough with what he wrote... think your getting a style as good as above? thats a fucking joke and that shit wasnt even close to full talent... sort of like everything your post |
always sayin nursery rhymes. cant make a good one on your own time
talkin fe fi fo fum come on man i know you got at least one You askin god to send you a good dog to rap on but you get what you get now you got me now you gone need ta pray bout standin up when im done Ill knock you off ya feet, so fast like a correctional beat you be like dum diddy dum that was good...YUM Now you gonn be rappin some young rhymes tryin to diss on this dude suess after all you stealin his lines........... |
erum.... eh eh.. erum, eh eh, erum eh eh era-aaaaaahhhhh
Look cat my text beat boxing sounds better than Yaaaaaaaa.. But its like first (bullshit) post so ill like it gaaaaaa wanna keep it raaaaw? you cant handle that much beef, so fuck it la di da watch me yall, i moak dee's cdaws glady, like he was a fag G this dicks got nuffin on me, including nothing on nothing son yru nothing, weak wack.. your weak and wack... fucking trying i just let my grandmother type that |
hey good put down.......nursery rhyme
maybe you should check your own stuff sometime and realize you just commited a rap faux pa ironically you did what he did with less pop you gotta getta better skill cuz yours is sedative maybe realize that you are fuckin with veterans cypher is the name not story time, we're better than anything you write, your so bad i need excederin my head hurts....how do people read what they write? go over it a few times and say its aight? put it in a place that it doesnt belong anyway, thinkin they did good, a rappers hemmingway go back to the lab, start with a new mixture try different combos till your hair sticks up then come back and write it down for a sighting so everyone can realize, its MY style your biting |
Wite bread sucks dick, and he loves to fuck gay men,
his ass has been here since november, and his posts are only ten; Come on dog 10 posts how hard could that be, I got 6 times more, and you were here before me; I wouldn't try either, if my rhymes were that weak, his old ass computer lets him post, every other week; :shoot: :gfy: |
If you could do math you'd know it was 7 times more, But you're a fuckin' Idiot, so I attach this bomb to your door/
Pick it up and ask what it is, then you shake it like a salt shaker and It blows up in your face/ You sound like your new to this rap biz, You rap like a 3-year-old on coffee and choke when someone in ya face/ There Ain't no bad news in V-A, unless VP is in ya town, When I enter the room it's like "EVERYBODY GET DOWN!"/ You're isolated from crew so no one can hear you scream, You claim your a Pimp but you've never seen Peaches & Cream/ THeres A reason I'm called Village Pimp ya stupid fuck, It's because I get the women and Always It's a successfull fuck/ You got a custom title because of a fuckin' glich, But never claim your somethin' your not or you'll get ripped stupid bitch/ |
So your the villiage pimp, nigga i'm the british bike
You ain't got shit on me dogg better run for your life I'll cycle after you, kicking your heels Knock you off your feet and place you under my wheels! Fell this, you know i'm a be the realist I don't envy the person who has to diss this! |
haha... British bike, c'mon we all know that your the British Dyke/
Maybe Zach's pimpin' someone, and I guess that someone is you/ Claimin' your Poetically beautiful, maybe true, but is that hiding what everyone tells you?/ Tellin' you that you ain't a hot one, maybe that's why your bitch ass ain't got none/ You don't have to fuckin' envy me, Because you fuckin' obsessing over me/ You lose more battles than you win, To me that's gotta be a sin/ But then again what do you expect if ya from England, Your a poet I'm a rapper fuck off of my pen/ |
Fanta Zee
Dont spit...swallow, fantazee ur no emcee... Poetically beatiful? yeh on your knees.... please, Im not feelin the above diss one bit.. Havent u heard?...RB's not a place for Tits... Be-gone like Chrit AKA Trapt wit, Blonde Bitch... Keep that pose goin...an Jet'll make that ass Rich |
if i had a dick, you'd be sucking on it,
Its a case of, 'FanTa dissed you, so you get mad at it Claiming you rode a bitch, er..no? Look at you, you couldn't afford a 2 dollar how, Or maybe coz i'm English, i should say two pounds If we went in a ring, i'd kill you in the first round! I listen to your voice like, 'Shit wheres the sound?' I'm on you like burn 'Smithers, Release the hounds! |
Hey Fanta maybe you and Carson get together, Maybe you can add Zach so Jet can get it up the tail feather/
C'mon don't hate you need ta learn to appreciate, cuz every time you back at me I re-dispurse the hate/ Blah blah yeah when I speak where the sound, obviously you fuckin' hearin' it cuz you know you got clowned/ The mind of a motha fuckin' Genius? C'mon you serious, I can't believe I'm hearin' this, just should just get on Jet's penis/ And don't think Carson that I'm not comin' after you too, you suck so bad you have to multiply yourself by two/ I don't think that you can really be proud of Boston, you must be goin' broke cuz I know how much my hos up there be costin'/ |
da boys offical, i can git ma whole squad 2 hit u, put ma heata 2 ya face let da tech 9 kiss u, n i suggest u wear a vest wen im cockin ma glock, aint no point in tryna run wen im poppin ma shotz, i got heat 4 lil niggaz who try 2 blaze me, put holes in um now they gotta change clothes like Jay-Z, n u betta git ya man now 4 i have 2 kill um, ma gunz have niggaz frontin like Pharrell Willams, ya flow jus stop it, can cop da rocket, n leave ya brains on da side of ya benz in ya cock pit.
Da boyz Real |
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