Yo fruit hoop and ya gay ass Goof Troop/
You got nothin solid ya styles like soup/
Play ya gay anal MJ jokes to the end of the earth/
You got nothin on me ya better prey for rebirth/
If hear another word of ya shit i think I mite jus puke/
Caught you tongue kissin the last duke its no fluke/
Put the mic down cos you ain't ready for me, u only got 6 posts/
Make the most of ya time here cos you be leavin as a ghost/

Hoops get a real fuckin job and stop tryin to trap ain't no way u can see my skills lol I wanna battle u if u up for it

This Go's For Hoops And RiddleMeThat And Krairo

Hoops First

Yo This Kid Gotta Be Jokin Spittin in herre...:
I'll Leave This Faggot Literly Punches it will feel like a Spear....:
My Rhymez Are Dope sumthin u can't Step up 2....::
If u Eva Wanna Battle u Must Be a Straight Up FOO...:

Riddle me THat second

YO Man u Reach No Talent Quit this Game Kid...::
Im Un-Disuded u lost 12 battle in here thaz waht u did...::
Im the Sikk wun ur the 1 2 Quit...::
Cuz Ur Rhymez n skillin played out so u aint SHIT

Kriaro third

No wonder Why i gotta dis this bitch Third...::
Cause i make fun of him his name soundz like a BIRD...::
Now kid i thoght u where good look at ya Rhymez...::
U Must Of Bit of Lloyd Banks a couple hundred Times...::
Wait no u didint cuz ur rhymez are Whack...::
I'd Rather Lick my dick then lick my Sac...::
Then to listen to ur rhymez they juss plain WHACK

Thats a nice 6 lines you wrote, oh wait u ain't got it in you/
If you were even half of a man then maybe I'd see you/
I got ya game you with that faggot Lenox or is it that biter/
I know he ain't a fighter he jus a lil bitch ass re-writer/
So what you think u got game in this bitch, no wait ur nothin/
Dissin you ain't worth it cos I jus clap you strait upside ya chin/
Ya rhymes ain't complex an they couldn't be if you tried/
Your retarded ass got outa grade school on some lies/
You ain't on my level so keep ya mouth shut ya ignorant fuck/
You suck more than a vaccume and so all I class you as is Schmuk/

damn kairo u took it personal nigga haha.. chill.. im game if you wanna battler but other than that im just fuckin around.. ne wayz....

nigga the next time you speak on my name, ill leave ya fuckin head jawless/
im number fuckin one in the game, and all my battles have been flawless/
let me clue you in on some material, dog i get serial/
every line in ya verse, prooved further not imperial/
i'll lay the fuckin mic down, and strangle you with the electrics/
i gave you a compolex illness, because my rath-methods are so eclectic/
sorry you've been rejected, fuckin neglected kid, i recked you/

Complex illness in no possision to diss,
You want complexity then listen to this,
I analyse his analysis and I get jyst,
But when dudes get all hypocritical - then I get pissed!
Cus it seems to me, this dawg need to go home,
His rhymes so simple, its a repetative syndrome,
Yeah, I been gown, but now I'm back to check the scene,
Everything's gown crack, what happened to the gold and green,
This "Complex Illness" raps with words as airy as whipped cream,
Whipped on the ass,
But Yo, this dude got a talent,
How many fuck ups have u met who can give themselves head?
No No, I aint makin it up, he said it himself, take a look, head down and legs eagle spread,
Take own critisism, "ur rhymes they just plain WHACK"
Hit it on me u tight ass pussy, and dont come BACK!

lets go Hoops and Complex Illness I don't even got to respond to you, you suck u had to make 3 seprate threads to diss 3 people face it u suck I'd kill u if I got serious. Learn to rap punkass bitch how u gone call me wack "I'd Rather Lick my dick then lick my Sac...::" look at that u dissed yourself and showed us how gay u are.

my style is spiretually tight and mentally intellecutaul/
Kra-yola spills bl00d like soda for beein a homosexual/
I kanive against dissgracful freestyle rymes/
while sending visual images of your asswhooping to your moms mind/
so if you can, imagine if you could fathom yourself with talent/
weiring a shiny suit while chillin with badboy faggets/
and i aint trying to beat you, Im trying to teach you that spittin wit no talent'll one day reach you/
and it dont help you stupid like that paralized bitch who turned vegtibal from medicall problems/
you a studio gangsta who even if you had boys, you still wouldnt wanna involve em/
Im like lions who takes on bitallions, while rippin the flesh off this chinese kid while he's cryin/
and Im a psycko like that one killed who took your girl to the prom/
Kra-watever would get his milk spill on purpose were Im from/
I'll snap like your wrist when I snatch the mic out your hand/
you dont want none, you'll get inbaresst infornt of your boyfriend/
I'll grab you by your throught till your head pops/
then piss in a cup and throw at your boys while evacutate da block/

since nobody wants to hear your rymes, i'll do myself in.

Eye dont know what he's gotten into/
why'd you let your dad suggest that your mom bring you/
I'll punch whole in your chest the size of crome spinners/
my spit'll hit you in your face like Nikitas, heatseakaz & Stingers/
I've lost more screws than you've lost hair/
eyedentdy should quit rappin and look for a new hitch at a jobfair/
Haiz a nightmair like Mr.Krooger/
In your dreams blowin off your thoughts of rappin like a sharp shooters/

ya flow was stupid man it was beyond dumb...
nigga thinks he lives on da edge cuz he fucks wit out condoms...
you prolly already got 3 kids and dey all got difrent moms...
if his parents were granade n Atom he still coudlnt be dropin bombs...
Punches sick aint dey u wish u could be like me....
nigga took shoes from a phone line..sayin coped some new nikes...
practiced on punches see i aint weak no more...
give me a ten...nigga and dats just ma flow score... ~1~

EyeDentdy since u claim u can spit c'mon bitch lets take this to audio.
U can work on your writtin shit all u want but if u can't put it together wit your own audio style u suck so audio battle me if not I'll just diss u.

I just caught this what kind of mc throws piss
EyeDentdy :then piss in a cup and throw at your boys while evacutate da block/"
fuckin R.Kelly wannabe damn u fucked up in tha head

I mean Listen Kid You Dont wana battle for u automatic loss...::
You Dont Wanna Diss Phantom Cause that nigga will diss u and sign u off...::
This Crack HEadz probley a white boy sayin yes im Fin...::
Lets See Kriaro go Battle a 3 year he still whouldint WIN...::
Now Lets See whoz gay Kriaro lets say u whack allright...::
Despite tha Fact u lost this 1 I hope those wounds are aiight?...::
My Punches will connect to this pussie whiped bitch ...::
Some Gurl Show him her Privates he ran away from the CLit..::

FAGGOT

:laugh2:

Complex Illness I'm doin audio and your doin text realize the difference chump. I can tell u new to tha game u don't know nothin bout style so like u can put your little text disses out while I diss u wit audio unlike u I'm not a pussy in tha game. I ain't got time to be fuckin wit little kids tryin to rhyme and get some fuckin grammer in those bars and use a fuckin punchline.

Complex I'm just to serious to be seen battling wit a kid like u/
I'm gettin pussy while u still showin yo parents what u drew/
talk is cheap espically online/
I can't stand when a nigga try to diss me wit no punchline/
I got more punches that Tarver in the Roy Jones fight/
You wouldn't last 2 rounds never the less hold the mic/
u the reason 50 Cent made the song wanksta/
kids tryin to be gangstas thinkin they ill/
thats 1 of the reasons kids like u get clapped wit the steal/
u talkin like O.o she show'd her pussy wow whats next/
I get pussy on my tracks while u gotta put it in text/
kids these days don't know their limits/
your lyrical style ain't no where refined as mine so don't attempt it/
I can switch styles like Shady depends on my mood/
little emotional bitches like u the 1's that cook my food/
how u gone call someone a faggot wit no proof/
maybe u should look in the mirror and listen to Beanie Sigel's the Truth/
u got more lines than a proof of purchase/
yet they void like bounced check/
u the type that use food stamps at Church's then get shot down tryin to mac/

c'mon battle me if u don't then just admit u suck (and this invitation is only for Complex) just so I can embarass u

for Krairo
 

like that disney movie,yo this shits a -Miracle-/
Krairo's ambitionz and influence,cant be lyrical/
how does he come up swingin',sayin hes refined/
my skillz come natural,the mic and my hand are intertwined/
im not sayin im the best , but im betta than you/
yall fuckn rookies cant mess with my veteran crew/
i drink medicine too , cuz my flava'z ill/
ya think yer shits a perfect ten,but you came up nill/
your pathetic linez were measly,never made an impact/
now youll try to say im a pussy,but dawg fer sure my balls are intact/
so check yourself,and up your game before you cum up dissin'/
your flow,your wordplay were whack and your punchlines were missin/
like the calgary flames,ya son you came up short/
in fact your shit was so whack i should take you to court/
and sue you for the time i wasted readin your rhymes/
us big money rolla'z dont fuck with nickle and dimes/
your verse is bursting with crap,about to explode/
so take your embarassing material,and fuckn hit tha road/

where da hell did u get a name illugin from
shit sounds stupid whoeva gave u dat name needs 2 b hung
u got dat ur wordplay was real hype & rippin through da pages
just like puberty ur just going thru a phase
ur rhymes r tired u need 2 leave da spittin 2 real mcs & go head & retire
ur just a fuccin waste of time & ur lyrics r a joke
stop fuccin round wit da trill niggaz doing diz tryin 2 get a deal b4 u wind up gettin smoked

For IlluGin
 

eh IlluGin why the fuck u got those last syllable rhymes every last syllable rhymes. I'm past that phaze so come at me wit somthin above the novice level.

why would I bother my time on a fake mc like you/
you could follow under Jay-Z's footsteps/
and still couldn't make a dent on my pew/
I sit down relax and take it slow/
a mc like you is just to immature for the game/
u still talkin bout nics and dimes dawg u still playin wit yo dames/
I never mention a nic or dime/
I fuck wit 0's and cases that'll give niggas time/
sayin u high rollin when u know u strollin/
pick that barby doll up before I stick it in yo colon/
I ain't gotta call u a pussy u exposed yourself/
you like pewee herman/
except u got caught pokin yourself/
lets rap it up like the commericals said/
I'ma end this like Jerry Springer leavin u wit my final thought/
where the fuck was your punchline dawg u been caught/

:nono: seriously where was a punchline u just talked shit the in all the bars

o god krairo again

ay lil birdie u gon merk me wit ya pecker?....
nigga say he do audio n dont got a fuckin record...(check his audio record)
Coward prolly writes flows and shit bout his mom....
da winds blowin away da water...so ya flow is gone....
nigga still a lil boi i found out..he shitted his sheets...
u aint DJ kayslay...but it looks like u 'addicted to beef'

Krairo... U fagget ass Senior citizen lookin mutha fucka, U aint even been in a text battle yet. You just lookin for somebody to poddy train your neonderthal ass. Fuck U homie

I'll make Krairo dissapear, like that shit I flushed/
I was right there when your mom had U, I held her hand and told her to push/
U poped out, Dr. Octagon was like "wat the fuck?"/
"not another accident, next time you'll have better luck."/
U aint got rymes, but we still about to clash/
you've been fucked so many times they got you talkin out your ass/
why you popin shit, this aint all that seriouse/
you only followin me around cause U sexually curiouse/
but I dont swing that way, Like Tyson battlin Ivander again/
You rate your own style, like U your biggest fan/
But your bitch ass cant battle or handle an actuall man/
I'll have you suicidal, this'll be like Eminem and Stan/

U no ryming ass bitch, fuck Kraiyola...

try me u'll get body clown....
i'll push ya grill 2 da side like bobby brown...
I roll wit thugs datll run in ya house and heatchu....
Wit guns dat dirty like homless people....
2 stop me u gon need more den a record deal...
u got 1 gun..who u expect ta killl......
u might as well call it quits from now on....
da only way i'm gon fall is if da grounds gone...
man i'll put da F beem on yall...
and leave ya breathin hard like obsene fone calls..
im gettin cake on da corner usualy...
i'll put u ta sleep like a borin movie....

good night nucca

yeah man... youre heaps cool.. got no idea bout the rap scene do ya?
"im gon' shoot ya" did you forget your rapping through a computer?
couldnt get wacker, id give you some slack but your threats lack passion
I come smackin, packin punches of bluntness to diss pure internet rapping
what happened to mc's in the 80's that came true to the game by the plenty
twenty years later, walk down a main-street the corner cyphers are empty
we all know you aint fo'-fifth splittin, spittin ammunition,.. one punch from me the bitch finished
you cant win it when in a minute i pulled this shit out my ass, but ur bit pre writs got no hits in-it.........
cant be bothered to write anymore.. im goin to bed

peace

EyeDentdy learn to read bitch I got 1 win and 1 loss up here and besides I battle locally so stfu fuckin kid. Don't be mad cause u to 2 losses and no wins and I'd like to battle u since u think u better than me

eh Da MaGiCiAn 7 who the fuck said I do audio battles I do studio bitch so suck a dick for jumpin the gun I could do audio battles if I wanted to but I don't feel like it

ill take a knife, and ill fuck ya whole life up/
do us a favor, and put the damn mic up.. matter fact, take it, and cut them damn mic plugs/
i make thugs, not them internet sissys/
ill take this "hardcore" nigga, and make that bitch a misses/
my styles not in the books, nothin less than potent crooks/
but when it comes to structure, my shits a tornado and ya hook is shook/
i payed the piper, you dont even pay ya bills/
you sit at home durin the summa, dressin G, and takin stills(pictures)/


nigga my rhymes are heat seekin... they leave ya verse holy, like jesus ya sins-seepin/
wit a fist like the hulk, what was ya body is now bulk... left you rodding and shotty inside of ya moms trunk/
this interior-task, will leave ya body inside of exterior-casts, and break the laws of sciences when you no longer exist-as a mass/


just a lil somethin...bored as fuck

jeeze,ya couldnt flow if i threw you in the nile river
stab u till you create to quiver and club you wit ya grannys liver
now dosent that make ya system shiver,just something so youll remember
Ill put cha arm in a blender, and leave floatin in a forein river
So listen, if you wack then this aint the pussy clearence
So i suggest u perfrom a whodini and make a disappearance

one punch is all thats needed
 

punchline prince couldnt beat me with punches, if i lent my fist/
farted his verse out, lit it,and it still couldnt crisp/




dun

yeah..aight punches...but cha Flow~Was~Shitty
no structure, stumblin' like this HOe~waS~Tippsy//

Hoops..whut tha fuck, kinda Name~Is~That?
in B-Ball ya aight, but cha game~Is~Wack when ya Aim~Ya~Rappz//

U winning battles kid, I sponsered the war/
Im a four horned boar come on the side of your car door/
Mr. 2 posts got me mad, you should change that Pac aveture/
put a picture of yourself insted, or any other ameture/
and you having trouble rymin wit the word "shitty"/
but I'll leave you stiffer than Pam Andersons fake Tittys/
I'll slice your throat wit the pen you use to write your lines/
then rap a black belt around your face so you could change your name to master mind/
cuz Swift Wun's garbage, and Krairo's a "studio Gangster"/ LoL
But i got em scared, and swinging like princes's back up dancers/
Im the illest, the point you two wannabes wanna reach/
Niggaz like U run out to buy my seminars just to hear me rip U In High quality speech/
duck down punk, Eyedentdy bomb on these streets/
make your eye look blacker than tyrese/

blow off ya head pull back and let it go like a slang shot...
hes a gay dude in da capital of thailand...da way he likes 2 bang cock....
only protection u can have against me is da mexican border....
me..nigga i'll Put da led in ya throat like u swallowed a quarter....
Nigga i'll leave holes like chedda wit i strap wit ma berreta....
i'll keep da shells ova ya throat like a turtle neck sweata....
ya flow is borin.. i gotta say nigga u a bumm.....
When i see u...U got a SWIFT EYEDENTDY WUN....

my style is ill, like how reading your verse makes niggaz/
he couldnt be a rock star if he was thrown by a dirty ninja/
My punches kick and scratch, like U in an actual fight/
I'll flush U down the toiler son, like a fish with no life/
I dont wanna kill a married man, till I know which one of U's the wife/

goin back 2 back i see iight lets get at it..u still ma nigga doe...

I ate ya moms pussy out last night..how dry could it be....
i wont really dis u untill i kno ur true Eyedenty....
U pack heat yea u pack Pocket warmers....
Dissin u..Whoa man dis does not git borin..(barely rhymes)
u didnt diss me yet man take a farther shot....
I dont allow niggaz 2 cut me unless its ma barbor shop....
I might not kno you but yea i'll meat you Fam....
coward i'll Deliver punclines 2 u like a pizza man....
slice ya head up like it was sum lettuce....
ma crew gon rob u..nigga like a salad u bettah let us....

WACK ASS FUCKIN SHIT I JUS DONT FEEL LIKE POSTIN NE THING NICE RIIGHT NOW ITS LIKE 1:00 na mean iight ~1~ ma nigga

fuck yo. lets do this than. my turn again.

my guns a bad nigga, plus trigga fingaz act diviant/
your kids got 3 possible fathers, talk about mixxed ingredients/
and you don't want a piece, the pie'll kill U/
fuck my identidy, phantom should worry about why nobody feels U/
and were Im from, either U write or get roded on/
so get the fuck out my block wit the same dick U rode in on/
this aint a battle its a massacre, wit bloody chainsaws/
Id saw Ur brains off like a zombie if U had some/
Ur crews as live as it gets? I only dead peaple like Phantoms/

what my name? Im, Slim, Shady, chicky chicky err, Im Back, Im Back.....
I dont sleep like dracula on pills dawg, we could do this all night. I dont give a fuck.

Hedero...What, ive seen iller phantoms one star wars episode 1
and this ain't no deul so drop it and forget da step and load son
this kid is a joke, no record, straight zeros are evident
you can't even open the door so hows ya ass steppin in
i don't usually drope one in this cyper or any that is
till i blew dis bitch off dis site like i was snortin lactives
avoided when you see me, kid won't buck up, he'll step around me
deliver punchlines like pizza hut, but you can't afford da pepperoni
jack me this kid must be acting, shoot me before i stab my self with this knife
cuz your whole verse was played, like using the word lettuce to rhyme with twice

U done swung, missed, and hit phantom, U dont know about knives/
U've been hospitalized, and still on this site for half of your life/
Real niggaz dont battle fagz in disgize/
U get brutally beat with your wak style completly mutilized/
talking about having Authentic Inteligence/
Your shit is artificial, like your last 4 girfriends/
so fuck your logos, I blasted and never missed/
just ask your girl, I cocked five rounds on her coathanger shaped tits/
Im a brutal nigga, like who ever said you had talent/
U good at rounding up ur lossess, go be an accountent/
I flow like oceans of blood, while U a water fountain/
U aint ready for war, I'll sound the alarm/
while Im training troops, Ur militia still loosing virginities at pig farms/

^ Look At This Pussy As Nigga Eyedent Shit Ill Take Ur Eye Out
Coming Dawg U Pussy As Dick U Cant Mess With My Riot
Fly Like A Pilet Dawg Why U Copying For..
U Aint A Thug Hes Only Been To Jail In Monoply Boards!

Yo By ya Name i can tell ur MENTAL u fuck bitch...
I Spit Shit So Quick Got this Faggot Sick...
Now On the Real About monoply Sonney...
This Bitch Only Got Camo-Flaugh-oty money??... DIDINT THINK IM FUKIN TIRYAfd
Leavein this bitch witt clip in his hip...
Cant get up bitch talk 2 much shit,swingin at cha betta dip...
Allright lets get away with the That Whack Olld card game's like Pok-e-Mon charts...
MENTAL-GREYAMON'S a Bitch The Only Crew He Got is on Dig-i-Mon Cards...

AYO WTF

HE IS THIS PUSSY DISSING ME SON DONT BE TEMPTING
THIS KID IS FUCKING WACK... OH DID I FORGOT ILL INTENTIONZ?
U LEADER SUCK'S DICK & U GOT SOME FUCKED UP STRUCTURE
WHILE THE ONLY THING THATS FUCKPED UP BY ME IS UR FUCKING MOTHER

MERKED
OUT
1
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boi you think you're good/
you have 3 f*ckin post i think you misunderstood/
and you say you came from the hood/
take a f*ckin trip there i think you should/
you'd walk in get your head blown off and there you stood/
your raps ain't no better then can-a-piss
do you really can that a f*ckin diss
jus' get off the site
cause i will f*ckin bite