yo my nigga get ready to set the date
got time to leave before its too late
you come on the site thinkin ya great
but ya just a mexican guy to scared to amit ya fate
yes my shit is basic dont care cause it true
but my kindergarten cousin spit better verses than you

weak shit

this kid is a joke, you ever see the flow in his lines?
it's the fuckin reason he loses so many times,
if your a legend, than do me a favor and quit,
Jam master jay was a legend, you? your not even shit..

weak shit ^

^^ we can all see ya shit weak, no need to speak
you couldnt have the right fire-arm if you goin the elite
have you ever felt ya blood leak and crititcal pain
what is hes name?, i'll have you thinking death with a bullet in hes brain
the games is ova, ya fame is lowerd, you need luck like a clover
our level in 2 different areas like ya eyes to your shoulder
cannabars, you cant see me like planet-mars
you'll get panic-scars, your boy rexless know how to handel-squads

Your damn right that verse was some weak shit
You fat mutha fucker I'll leave you with your nose split
I think that ur lost this already it's not really any trouble
when u step up to me just get ur face thrown in a puddle
Your suffering here and I'm just giving you more
You might aswell come out with the same crap u wrote b4
I'm'a murder you just for being a sad low life
theres something wrong about u you don't flow right
You think ur canabis but u changed ur name to canabars
i will call you a candy bar and sell you in a spar

you AINT worth shit, your cd i'll get put-away in a shelf
we all can see you need help, since you actuly spit 20 bars diss'in ya-self :laugh2:
battle?, you'll get ya flow beat more then paddel
you'll run off and ryde more dick then a hourse saddel
you goin downhill, hes on the fast track
your rhymes about as tight as elton johns ass crack
i attak fakers n stay cold like the winters
only paper u stack is gettin sold at the printers
Technique u not splittin jaws your a fukin misfit
i throw a weak punch n knock u out with a mishit

i had fun clowning you

I should slap you in the face for that
You can't escape me bitch I got you trapped
You get snapped up Your just a little chump
You should write backwards cuz that were so dumb
the only girl you fucked was ur retarded mum
but more interested in males with a hairy bum
I will make you numb till ur sick and tired
you can't harm me cuz you don't have any empire
consider urself fired and don't come on rapverse
if u wanna live I suggest you find a church
and Pray u live another day you little gay
i beat u so fast that you won't remember this anyway

yo little man tec' when u gonna grow up
stop bitting my avotar and shut the fuck up

read ur lines over again and peep all ur mistakes
its sad to think how much space ur shitty ass verses take

and now...some food for thought
stop trying to be what ur not


punk ass...raise ur game or im'a take u out

isn't it sad that I'm still beating you 4-0
You should look up 2 me cuz im really ya hero
You couldn't hit me hard if ur ass was a tank
I'd still damage you like a ship that sank
Your talking trash only cuz u got a mouth
you need 2 quit rap cuz u need to get out the house
Your a faggot I stampeed on you and squash you
no1 wanna talk to you cuz ur a posh noob
ya disses don't seem 2 be hitting like der shitting
i think it's the lack of brain cells that ur missing
Poetics is gonna be apologetic After this
after i own u countless times u can't simply master this
it's easy to trash you I just say it 2 harm you
so cut ur wrists i wanna see you die through

Roll up your best frees, stale but simple as dutches/
Techniques more frail, than cripples wit crutches/
You claimin skill only means, your oral sources fake/
Say ya pimpin like snoop, and can't import a date/
So I'm forced to take, your corpse to sleep with fishes/
Your flows best friends with Oj, No heat's existant/
Quickly delete ya image, as if ya birth extremely bull/
I'm the reason it's assured, your talents premature/
He cannot grasp a heart, to defend when battles spark/
He either have a shock, or spin wheels like his avatar/
If he had a car, wit 10 livin at apartments, it's triflin still/
This maggot wit bars, far below bein licensed to kill/

your just a fag,with dreams of humping on some grown maynes
cuz only time you'd go on tor' is jumping on your own name
So fuck you,your insane,can't you even see?
your embarrasing yourself with every verse you spit,jeez
Just stop,do you 'n ya kin a favor,they'll be glad
to see you shut the fuck up once and for all,don't sag
or stall in the process,it's more anticipated than kiddies at XMas
face it,it's futile..you just can't hit these,cuz ur text-is
so wack,it's purposeless niche is comparable to nothing
except maybe your life,but ooh wait,nah,that's right,you got none-&
your lame,wack,rap ain't for you,give the package
cuz all's you do is embarrass a genre with your wackness

Natural killa is a fuckin joke, trust this hoax is nothing/
This ho's a gay fanatic, verse always opens somethin/
About homo ideas, so why expose your own habits/
Four aliases on you, won't label you a cold savage/
You stay whining like bitches, let the drama drag-on/
How you coming kill us all, when lacking a backbone/
So don't say you practice against me, all of ya wordplay/
Metaphors more shitty than toilets where turds-lay/
Absurd phrases out ya mouth, the times I form warmings/
You still add em on like it's fun, makin RV more boring/
Flows strike like lee harvey against fruits, snipe ya melon/
The fact I got in superior cypher, why ya might be jealous/
Mad Í burned ya best, left ya penniless wit nothin to bet/
Creatin diaries like anne frank, the whole script was wack/
Claim your flows dope as drugs, & never picked up packs/
Trust that your crusty best, only good for conductin defects/
Postin here two years, still don't have no fuckin respect/
Repeatin to maul and Evan the score, so ya fly Faithfully/
Pick on someone ya own size, ya too lightweight for me/

you a joke to emcees, a fruit basket with more colors then skittles
and i know i aint miss, since the slugs makein your skull jiggel
why you want it with me, like abuse to animinal, im rape'in this VETS
put he's brains on the steps, and feed it to birds that are hungry grown'in in nest
if you think you tuff with a couple of vest, and safe infront of a couple of heads
get serious,
you'll get shitted on like you wanted the mess, with ya intestin on ya hair like you wanted some dreeds
to many slept on battles with so many complaints of dick ryders voting
im surprize you still apporuchin, cuz like bannd bitters, i'll put an end to your posting
the click-clap, rittit-tack, ya fitted cap..back,
now your brains sagg'in, like grandmoms tits when you sits on her lap
give it a nap, matter of fact ya best looks like you give'in a crap
cuz with all this shit drop'in, you'll think your guarden need it a snack

Approach me waving scripts, know my foes be hating
But rexless the main profile, seen as mostly fakest
Demoted from supremacy to a hasbeen free agent
Slap this tame bitch, he backspin on the pavement
In front of his kids disrespectful, they his test-tubes
Wanna suggest proof? For your life, it's no rescues
Blew devils for his info, might as well confess duke
At best you strangled, nearby stalls at restrooms
Bad thing is, I get anorexic crackwhores, to kill you
Family's thrilled too, wondering if your will's truth
I show direction to the lost & feeble, really all we know/
I'll jack-son's girl, sex her size more than millie on coke/
Feelin a joke, emerged out of his entire diss at me/
My weakest flow dogs em, like boxers piss on trees/
Consistently talks as if he's teflon don like john gotti/
Rex'll rather play with petunias than harm bodies/
Connect so deep, even wit remotes, ya can't channel/
Spray paint your newborn's face, this grand vandal/
Spoils the image of fake G's greatly, now his faith be/
Escorted to highways of heaven, violating late fees/
His verses clearly understood like the blackest of collars/
Less should pay up dollars, for that wack shit he honors/

First don't bother writing lines cuz there not clever
If you battled me dog you'd duck and surender
Man Ya rhymes are played you dumb fuck
Your about as slow as a moving dump truck
think your hard but your a skinny little weed
all u gotta do is read this to make you bleed
Fuck it i'd rather stick blades into your skin
You might aswell die bitch cuz u don't know anything
when you was born they must'a dropped ya on ur head
You came 2 this earth like a dirty infection that spread
this guy smells queer so i don't know why he's here
but this guy should listen 2 something else like britney spears
I'll take ur eyes out to fuck up ur complexion
go suck on the Q's nuts 2 give u an errection
mother fucker You ain't going no where im'a make sure of it
cuz my rhymes blast ya away like a rocket

You can't stop it o yea

i see alot of emcees goin downhill, they on the fast track
your rhymes about as tight as an anal hooker ass crack
i attak fakers n stay cold like the winters
only paper u stack is gettin sold at the printers
ya not splittin jaws your a fukin misfit
i can throw a weak punch n knock u out with a mishit
i'm sick of people rap habits, they don't get shit like elmer fudd try and catch that buggs rabit,
i've had it ya faggit, someone "Warn a Brotha"
with ya tiny toon rhymes, didnt think your be DRAWin gay lovers
this niggas a lil bitch..go home and tell ur mother
b4 u ever try to diss me...develop a fuckin structure
punk bastard i'll pull 2 clip..have kid all sprayed
kid get wit the program all of your punches is played
rookies need to back up..especially if you want it me
i wont even work my self up cuz you already on your knees
This kid is only twelve, yet claims to be cool with gangs
If it ever 'came' down to it, you'd be shooting blanks
I'm used to fakes, rapping hard like they know the streets
my skills reality, you just brought home a-cypher-kit for your skills to peak
Joke with me? Something not taken lightly and requires second opinions
My rhymes keep you second guessing yourself like messed up Indians
Gun cocked right between ya eyes my hand never slip,
I'll walk across ya corpse wearing moccasin from your skin,
i'm ruthless don't give a fuck, nor do i care,
next time you fuck around i'll scalp your family bare
Stick to growin corn your style is worn.
Like some faided jeens that got torn.
Scrub those knees in the dirt before you claim doin work.
You prolly a soft ass circle K store clerk.
I'll leave your so called thick blood sprayin out ya head.
Cranium trama from the tephlon lead.
Multiple gun shot's spread from the shotgun leave you dead.
If my word's could kill.Ide lyrically form steal.
surgicaly peal your cap back, you feel?
you aint no fuckin MC let's keep it real!
how fucking hard are you? biteing other peoples lyrics? you're fucking pathetic...
you should hang yourself over ya pre-writtens, having you i bet ya parents regret it
Like I'm chinese, I feed off ya back, squeeze up ya raps
Ya see that i'm bad, I need to be entrigued to give daps
Just get a pound and that's that, I"m talkin 20 to the knee
Bitin's getting dragged on when you enter like bruise lee
So excuse me, I didn't mean to rip you cuz
You a roach in this net thing,so I'm workin out the bugs...

* working on the computer bug AHH DANM IT i cant fix it
fuck it lets get back to it, time to kill these bugs for-good*

all you bitches sit down, and take time for a breather
you wouldn't know ill shit, if it gave you hives and diarhea
you're type to walk through jungles when your boys are out
all get shot in the groin with darts and you offer to suck the poison out
know my rhymes and history, I got blisters when my fingers used to be
from schooling emcees, instantly giving out PHD's in misery
earned your certificate yet? What you want in..pain or death?
I eat virgin emcee flesh until just the stem of a brain is left


these bugs have been offically KILLED

yo talkin shit about anal hookers... ud know cuz you is one...
this shit your talkin is out ya ass... mines more than true wisdom...
you aint got punches nigga all you do is try to slap at niggas...
me i dont need punches gotta bullet to quick blast a trigga...
crack a faggots dome quick i wont quit fuck it make a remix...
go and make ziggy some cash... pimp ya out... take the three dicks...
dont make my money... hoe you gonna be bleedin in the river...
cuz i need to get away... get it done so i can be leavin' in the winter...

ha you think 8 lines is enough fine i'll show you what i think is enough for you


I read your rhyme and tried to get it and I find it quite pathetic
you're a sweet emcee with backward ethics, and I'm a diabetic
I think it's time to find a medic for you atrocious flow
the arms I hold are known to explode like swollen lymph nodes

nigga what i said is that niggaz a hoe... kinda like you...
fraudulant as a bad check... bouncin... no one like you...
i dont even gotta try man... you wacker than sinner...
ill burn your ass... throw on some pepper... and snack ya at dinner...
always up for new challenges... thats why your suckin a dick...
oh fuck zig zag caught me hatin... now your duckin out quick...
and im just fuckin around... your moms all on my balls right now man...
dont get mad at me... its good head... i prolly wont get to like, respond man...
fraud... finger rapin ass up dudes... whoa lets not go there...
youre the type to hit the gay bar... and watch a cock show there...
fuck rap... id rather listen to country... at least garth brooks aint in the closet...
cuz most of your crew is... and when you flirt wit 'em they like 'gosh fraud stop it'...
and you all on webcam like oh dude those jeans dont make you look fat...
hmmm i think your getting the point... aren't ya? good fag...
cuz its just super the way i smash these cock suckin gay nymphos...
fuck rappin i should throw you away... out something... say, windows?

fuck this.

This bitch on crack we can tell he is a pot smoker.
You'll be zig-zaging downhill like stock brokers.
No need for disses, I aint a pussy like Jack the Ripper.
This bitch is losing the Heat like they lost to the Clippers.
Ya Open mic is wack I don't even need dope to get high.
And crack is only way he can reach the sky (in his mind).

^
shit that was rusty

i got so much heat, the solon people thought i was fixing your wig
dont need to be BIG, but i'll beat you with each weapon in your sig
cant handel the kid, im to much bitches, they say go in half-way
thought you was straight with rhymes, but your drops are half-gay
i aint hateing of course you got more props then me
who wouldnt, with over 4,000 post, but i get down like level of the sea
cant controll my action, my skills like a skitso
spit out flames like my lips is lit-thou, you small to me like my pocket lent-so
didnt think i was gonna flip-yo?, easy!, and fix up your rusty style,
cuz when i say i put ya seed in the dirt, i dont mean you got a dirty child

Get ready nigga, cuz the Duke is bout to rip ya/
Oh, you didnt know, that shit is written in the Scriptures//
Picture, this nigga beefin me and comin out the victor/
The closets what he come out of go ask his lil sister//
Faggot ass nigga givin a new definition to tongue twister/
Suckin so much dick even his toncils got blisters//


Dont hate dawg. Im just clownin.

Zig Zag is a fag, i put u in a body bag, your not good
when i say ur wack I would say that a thousand times if i could
You talking out ur crack like your a horrible image
when are you gonna learn the fact that ur finally finished
Your a whore out of busness rapverse is better without you
Your contantly crying bitch cuz every muther fucker here doubts you
you don't know how to diss I don't think your trying
I will be smiling as soon as I find out your dieing
say sinner a hundred times but sinner murders u wid lines
Sinner don't give a fuck about your clueless stupid rhymes
Your to corny stick to reading ya porn thats all you get
the only time ur happy is when ur getting urself off on the internet

yo technique why you want to make beef over the net
duke would put you in check,so zig zag was next
you got da technique so what are you teaching
ya rhymes like ya avatar always repeating
so stop leeching,like one of them blood suckers
dumb fucker, stop using yo dick to suck out white blood cells
ya turning pale,guess ya so called technique aint doing well
there go ya intrails,you sucking on that shit like its a straw
like this the "light weight" championship but this aint raw
so will you please please draw,up a new technique
cause ya not packin heat .shoes full of skeet skeet.still hittin the street.

dont get last line pm me

I know its kinda hard when kids rap and refrain from lies //
But how could u battle rap, when u keep explaining your lines //
I seen it in a couple threads and wondered bout your stat-quo //
But then I took a look at your rec, and saw u were 1-5 in battles //
This asshole calls him self legend?.. hol up wait-man //
Well I guess you're only win was your biggest cele-bration //
And thats your only story that's been pass down on this station //
Well now you can go and make you're comeback, along with your explanation //

HAHA i had to get u for that homez

stfu kid.. your nuttin but a prick
only time your shit.. is when you stepped in it
fuck you.. you put all of RV to shame
and you'll catch a double-L.. like ur username
i'll leave EnTeLL lying in a hearse
and if RV wanted to see wackness.. we'll just look at his verse

Sick-wit-it, you aint even as sick-as-tha-stick-fig-in-ya-sig-is //

illuminating the dimness of your lyricaly ability
your agility to drop silly is crippeling hip-hop stability
Only time you rip text is going from the bottom to the next page
And if i had to classify your music for a movie for our days
I'd have to put you up on the soundtrack for ice age
Get ripped in too,stretched out like a hard to inflate balloon
knock you off ya feet and leave ya ass read like a baboon

Hip hop..sonny you no nothing of the words you say,
50 cent and g-unit..in his mind that's reverand run and jam master jay!
Everytime I spit you can catch a punch,
Time for lunch, serve hard bars..all you hear is CRUNCH.

You need to back up off my nuts before slice ya wrist
So you can say yout put your blood in it to write hits
Ya think you see me eye to eye but really i lost ya
You aint on my lyrical level so ya come eye to eye
Wit my legendary one eyed monsta
Put da Ak to ya lips and fill ya grill witta bananna
I should of known after you stayed on my dick
You was fruity like da liquid drink tropicana
You spit ya best on the cypher
I spit my worst on the cypher
You new to RV or new to rappin period
Is somethin i just can't diecipher
I rocked so called leveled vets
You get rcoked by so called leveled vets
Get schooled every day by educated MC's
like you was a lyrical pet
I'll make you do back flips and forward tumbles
Till you right where you was on da lyrical ball
Till i smack you wit lyrical notebooks to make ya fumble

come on kid if you really wanna try and test me PM me asking for a battel and and i'll school ya bitch

Yo..you talk so much shit..your fukn texts r nothing..they don't even make sence..ya rhyme scheme is fukn shit..your vocab iss shit..your multi's are at newbie level..the little punchs that you have r less than jabs..your opener ain't even worth mentioning.."one eyed monsta" come da fuck on..be fukn real when you spit..young dollar? da fuck.. shut the fuck up faggit..school me? sonny you don't no the basics of hip/hop..

watch dis you fukn faggit.

Young dollar..did someone call for change?
I maintain a criteria that blows..like you giving brains..
Catch my drift..i'm the cat that laughs at kids,
Cause you couldn't match my shit if you had the rite clothes to fit..
I'm sick and tired of this bitch thinking he at a level higher,
You shouldn't be playing with fire, specially when i'm covered in cast-iron,
and laced with black boots suited with metal-attire..
I'll hit you directly and infect you intensely,
I spit nasty lines..peep how the pic in his sig is Fuckn Ugly..
I'm illest..shit i don't need to try to win,
These punchlines will uppercut his jaw-bone and disfigure his chin..
Young dollar you fake..were da fucks niggaville?
Your from what hood? and street wise..you ain't ill!!!

it's time to pack you away like a lunch box
Your only skill that u got is jumping on cocks
You can't fight man you might aswell run away
everyones better den u you will never elevate
I don't think this guy's straight he's a rookie
ur so fat bitch just find ur jar and eat ur cookies
you think ur special but ur just a demented freak
and ur dumb 2 cuz you can't even speak
ur way to weak so this is kinda an easy defeat
Your so fuckin retarded that u can't rap over a beat
Ya raps make people fall asleep with ur lack of skill
your just an easy target for everyone to kill

You's Whack, Bitting Off Emiem's Freestyles
Only Time You See Your Roots.........
..........Is When I'm Knockin Your Teeth Out
Cause You Barely A Legend, So How You A God
When Crhymes Got You Listed
................Simlply As A Technical Fraud
You're On A Losing Streak, Get Ready For War
Only Tim He Get's Strapped.........
..........Is Pulling Bras Out Of His Droor

Your spits don't effect me cuz mine are more deadly
Your just a chump bitch so you ain't ready
I'll shread you into peaices you fucking desease
do something creative get ur ass out and leave
Ya brain is missing cells so thats how i knew u fell
Your best locked away so we can't see u in ur cell
Fucking faggot ur face looks disfigued in ur picture
I'm gonna find ya bitch and see if my dick will fit her
how are u a legend when u like to copy my name
that just tells me something you really don't got a brain

His face in HIS picture? stupid..don't you understand?
you must feel dumb..for thinking he's method man..
Technique who da fucks this saposed God of war?
Heavy stones thrown on deck..the way i rock the board..
Spitting riveeting raps..fuck you and your thoughts on lunch box facts,
Cus me? i'll eat your food..and have ya smashed pack'd with seran wraps..

Finally my turn to beat up on the Lunch Box Kid
If I was ya mom, Ida killed you and said you died of SIDS
Beat ya ass up cuz you know, You elementary
I think I seen ya name before, In a"I'm Gay" documentary
You say you "Rock the Board, You ain't rock nothing but dick
Just like ya lunchbox, Ya ass be all full of childish shit

I'm gay documentary?..spic your imagining shit,
You the mexican guy..all fruity like the banana he ships..
"Beat" the lunch box KID..faggit, i don't swing that way,
"Blast text all day"..using metaphors, punchlines, and word play!..
You a waste of time like throwing clocks in the garbage,
On the real sonny imma be honest..out of all the cats i've faced here..you the softest..

Anymore RV cats wanna come..

I Know i'm ghostwriting for you, but just don't take advantage.
Put the diss together, so how is it hard for u to make a sandwhich?
You the one with the lunch so lemme ask who bites?
Cause the closest you got to a beat up was in a food fight.
I be reading your shit empty like your head..... But instead.
Why is it when read between your lines I get a bun and a bread?

watch me and learn as i step up n tear the mic-apart
n if i get a "pair-a-miks", i can rip them twice-as-hard
rappin bout sandwhiches? u must be hungry cuz u bit-that
i aint got time fo this riff-raff, show me where a good spit-at
u admit u ghostwrite for lunch box, n all his shit's-wack
my rhymes go right through ya, split you in half like a kit-kat

this dude whack and he aint xplosive like a fuckin spetatacular
and he suck worse than run tryin to become fuckin dracula
you for some reason why the hell did yo ass even drop a verse
you cant be king of rock unless you want to end up in a herse
snap back wit the glock as ya soul rise up through the ceilling
then everyone praise as i say:"whackness has left da building"

Paramik;

Thuganomic? i'll school you with mathematic precision,
Spit 2 lines, multiply body counts..have you lessoned without division
You keep talkn bout bread, i see your struggling with dough,
Ya verse is 'sloppy'..you ain't elite..you just the average 'joe'..
You respekt'd? bitch in my book faggits like you are neglected,
Here let me brake it down..like def people doing good, your defective..