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yeah you said it right nigga... it was irrelavent/
you aint nobody, you just another fool im battlin against/ simply put, your level of skill of that of hurrendous/ nigga i stopped reading after the 1st fuckin sentence/ your dence as shit, to think you could actually trade punches/ your missin, im slippen all ya unskilled lunges/ honestly rappin i feel that you need to stop/ you think your par level look: "PAR NONE" get it? your not/ |
!m not? you drip snot when my ryhmes drop
pop rocks spilled in yer pocket n blew your cock off you robbed spock soft with a stick of chalk and no socks on measurin your dick with don king in a pink thong eatin zebra wings on a city block in hong kong if you're tryin to piece it together you're dead wrong |
hey hello mr stupid fucking edub/
your favorite hobby is sittin in the rub a dub tub/ with bert and ernie or some other little fagots/ you probably so poor you munchin on old dirty magots/ but what ever turns your crank man/ even if it's watchin old woman gettin tanned/ the only reason i say this is cause you are on the top/ i really wanted to spit against dolladimez and make him drop/ but there will be a time and place for that type of diss/ kick his ass so hard he'll need a tube to go piss! |
timaluned your gay please shut the fuck up//
you couldnt fuck with me with you sisters virgin cunt// spaggitti spaggitti!// |
I aint dolladimez but im next in the line/ add strychinine to ya diet, and watch this sleppin hoe die/ you should be a verbal paraplegic cuz my vernacularz got ya stumped/ i pop punks like trunks or better yet like acne bumbs/ my dope "flow" courses strait thru coke veins like cocaine/ so when dawgs wanna diss im'a start to yankin choke chains/ Take the wind out ya sails when i bring the left hook round/ throw the book down/ i squash beef literally when i put my foot down/ i take rats and pack macks into they grubby cheek pouches/ you werent built for the game like pigs in straw houses/ blow ya ish down/ snatched ya manhood, ya ego, ya whiz/ and if u think this is directed to you..then it probably is/
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man who u actin like a big gangsta rapper,
thats a nice role u playin since u just an actor, dogg u just a wanker, n i just wanna thank-ya, by makin it so easy to diss-ya, u big-j so when i come ta L.V it wont be hard ta miss-ya, who talkin about merkin with hollow tips, u just frontin with hollow clips, u from las vegas then rappin fo u must be a gamble, n u bout to run outta luck quick ta get stuck, hear them 9s cockin best betta duck, watch yo head n protect yo vital organs cuse i'm aim fo your heart, tRiLL gunna fuck up what eva u tryin ta start, n while i'm unloading these clips, big j n his homeboys be on top of each otha unloadin they dicks. |
yo, your lyrics be obserd
i bet you just a 12 year old cyber nerd you coundnt give a baby a fucken black eye i dont wanna diss you to bad or you might runaway and cry yo you may as well give up now and commit suicide my rymes destroy your style like cyanide Yo you even think you can fight i bet my man five bucks that your mum wont let yo out till half past seven at night so next time you try to incite a verbal fight dont even bother to try just put yo head betwween yo shoulders slit yo wrists and die |
DISS THE KID ABOVE U CYPHER:
man this site for only real emcees what the hell ru doin here, i know u got a man u mutha fuckin queer, tRiLL the main even u just a decoy, u look like a 40 yr old backstreet boy, now how u wanna get slain i'll u decide, fuck suidce nigga now u gotta abide, by the fact that i'm the realest illest, nigga i'm still-at-it like nas's sitllmatic still-ill-at-it, who else so ill-at-it- like illmatic, treach p u twichin so much u look like a spastic, streched out like elastic, stunt if ya want n find yoself in a body casket fuckin basterd, when i spit niggaz know i'm speakin lyrical wisdom, battlin me son u gunna end up like hiroshima when US dropped the bomb, man i'm only half serious now just think how roasted u wuld get if i wasnt calm, slitin wrists?? man u the only fucka who does-that, cuttin yo own plams i dont think yo man loves-that. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- son that was hype, keep yo flow tight, u got yo game on right _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ **>!<tRiLL\[S]/eMcEE>!<** |
Lil'nigga tRiLL best chill for I hit'em up ill//
Bitch be fake, thinken he somethen really real// He's pumpen no skill, While Razh the next Clark Kent// It's time to repent// I'm a break his jaw and leave his skull wit a dent// It's evident the grave will be his resident// Stampede through his territory loud like a elephant// My styles is excellent and most high to be elegant// The flow I'll spray will effect tRiLL like it's peppermint// I rock like sediment and represent fire mixed with Mercury as my element// You live tenement, While I'm rich round my way// I Spit then I spray, Getten tRiLL quickly out my way// Eatem up good like food in school on my lunch-tray// Razh on the grind from Monday to Sunday, then back again// tRiLL?, I'm jap-slappen'em// Then kill after I'm done attacken'em// Chips like bricks in da hood, I'm stacken'em// Gay guys wit they pants down and fa sho tRiLL's fugde packen'em// He's like a quarterback wit no line so you know I'm sacken'em// Passen'em, outlasten'em on the track, runnen wit Razh, you ain't fast wit'em// Razh's rhymes is infinite so how tRiLL gonna last wit'em? Razh |
Maerazh that is a nice name
The way it looks u must be dame But its a shame you don't know what u got into Ruger or Uzzi I'll let u pick what gun gets spit at u Either way you'll be another rapper dead Layin on the ground wit your brains leakin from your head You Currentling Battleing who you spelled it wrong so what if you can't spell don't cry be strong You are gay I know for a fact WestMoreland ? where on earth is that Man I'm done ripping this cat Go kill your self here take my gat |
lol....young ass hell....that is so horrible...
First thing, currently is spelled correctly// So bitch respect me, I'm your fucken mentor// So rest assure, I leave you dead in Baltimore// Stupid bitch, looks like hooked on phonics didn't help you// My spit'll melt you, and oh yeah, it's MERAZH// The nigga that'll strap the heat to ya back like how you wear your bra's// Hollow tips blow through ya shit and leave ya body wit bigger holes than straws// I'm gutta and raw// I'm sharp ma'fucker, you can call me a saw// Catch me in WestMoreland, PA when you in the arcade at the mall// I'll shit on your fucken flows like I was sitten in a stahl// I have no flaw, your flow was funny so thanks for a good laugh// Next time, learn how to rip foreal so you won't look like an ass... Dumb bitch..haha.. Razh |
What does this cat know about gats ^, his wack material hurtin, i turned the stat to code red/ stamped a big "rap veto" smack dab on ya fo' head/ "theres more than one way to skin cats" and i'ma chafe ya pussy/ create friction wit fist to face if u still wanna push me/ its gutter and gushy/ minus the "ary" you straight "dick-tion"/ pulped like fiction when these bold flows nuke you like fission/ dash his victory predictions to smithereens, ya dick ryderz on restriction/ case closed end of postion, and jury dismissin/ whack rappin conviction/ aborted mission like ya moms shouldve done on ya conception/ uesd a coat hanger on ya fetus and really "C"-sections/
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I'm going to skip Big J and get at maz.... (whatever) that fool
Battling was spelled wrong so go back to school sorry you can't be my mentor clown Keep on playin and I'm stomp you into the ground You can hit me wit shells and u would still be soft I'll get shot down get up and walk it off Your name sounds like you ugly u get no girls Talk bout u looking for nuts so call u squirrel U clown u probably like Nelly so u wear bandaides The only way your spit would melt cause u got the aids |
hahaha your back and aparrently you didn't get any lessons//
cause your fuckin gay ass rhymes keep makin me guessin// i don't like maz either but he spits better then you// go get those rappin lessons cause your spittin is off que// i'm done with this guy who get his name from dbz// spit back when you think your better then me// |
so this kid from canada/ well fuck the red white leaf/
faggot wishin he was me you're too easy to beat/ flee and retreat, you got bed wetter rhymes you still pee in yo sleep/ your rapbattles respect is gone, i can see them thanking me now/ you like chinese food delivery, im taking your ass out/ i'll beat faggots who got no pull like weak magnets/ eat half of mobb deep so when i fart i reek havoc/ and you're alone now man no one to hug and kiss on/ so u underage, call me r. kelly then, cuz u fucked and pissed on/ |
i know u like r kelly is that why ur a petafile,
u aint no juvenile, u aint old but u sure as hell seniel, ur in deniel, mutha fucka, u aint no rapper u just a sucka, i shuld gun buck-ya u dont reak no havoc, fuckin faggot this game fo straight people only u cant have-it, if u got a piece grab-it, make sure its loaded, i got mine unfolded i;d give u the mic but u too scared to hold-it, the game aint meant to be sold so i told-it, now listen before u start disssin, fuck with con-proff n u soon ta find yoself missin. |
Damn fo' 14 years what ya been rappin/
shit off of nysnc and brittney spears/ man u garbage...retarded the masked faggot got me ending his life/ hes made more bitch moves then me bending his wife/ im'a make u say uncle like scared nieces/ i split more wigs than half price sales on hair pieces/ im taking control of your bitch cause she like chokin on dick/ i can dig wit skully like fox mulder and shit/ signing you aint worth the signatures/ couldnt drop a good bar putting holes in bags of herseys miniatures/ now your ass is rattled peepin my past battles/ i dont just shine on the mic i cast shadows/ trill? off of mj? not jordan but mike like jackson/ im'a stop askin...cuz just like him u like playin wit lil boys/ showing off ya "mike"... end if discussion/ |
Man my little sister could beat you to death with a feather pillow
youd be better off batin over pictures off justin timberlake it doesnt take much to realise you are a fake you just a wanna be gangsta rapper a self proclamied cracker you betta sshut ya fucken mouth cause u be taken by the grim rapper look ahead cause you bout to meet yo maker fuck with con proof and you bout to get smaked over you may as well give up now cause this battles over |
treach P u aint a real emcee u just a counterfiet,
withdraw all forces cuse its yo time ta retreat, u aint in no con proof that just me, so stop tryin ta be, down with-me, we in 2 different leagues i'm like 50 n u like whitney, yea houston u like faggots like micheal jackson, u aint ready fo action, u stand back gaspin, and stop askin, me fo help u aint no real emcee. |
yo im sic off this fag actin like he a gangsta
truth be told he steals all his lyrics from that cat idea yeah i no that is pretty lo but excuse him hes a queer watch out or hell steal your lyrics to lets take this boy back to the zoo he looks like a fat gorilla hes just a wanabe town acts like he come from th ghetto but he really comes from a small country town when i hear his lyrics it just make me wanna frown |
y is dis wannabe
pretendin 2 b an mc n where da fuk is QLD u betta open ur eyes n jus see dat i iz like eminem n u is like hussain rollin on da floor coz u in pain cuz u betta get it ur membrane that ma rhymes r jus a bit insane whilst ur rhymes r jus simply lame wen i run u ova wiv a lyrical train so fink b4 u dis me 1 more time fink bout da lyrics u put in ur rhyme |
(killa beats)
QLD in australia, nigga stop rappin cuse u a faliure, now u need ta concentrate start to mediate, cuse u aint even heard a the Q-L state, man i'm tRiLL meanin rough street wise person, and aint nuthin worse-then, unda-estimatin who u versin, bitch who u actin gangsta u from UK, faggot emcee u-gay, yea in 97 been to blackpool the world's biggest whole, u aint black u just rubbed yoself with charcoal, now i solve u easier then a mathematical equation, what u facin, is beef frm the Q-L nation, i pack heat any occasion, stop actin like a nigga u pomey try hard homie |
so wat if im white
i'l put up a fight n b ur weak spot jus like kyptonite man stop u betta fink twice b4 replyin coz i'l make u luk like vannila ice so wat if ur a fag from dwn under i'l hit ya harder than lightnin or thunder jus quit da game cuz i'l put ya name 2 shame shoot u wiv a gun make u feel the pain i tear u apart mentally kik ur ass physicly n cuz i got skill i'l say ma words lyriccly man u a wannabe from QLD which stands 4 queer little dick between u n me |
If I had to say...your the better of herbs//
But how you gonna write a verse and forget letters in your words?// Illiterate or stupid, but theres words he forgets// But I'm think this faggot must have is own version of the alphabet// Buck'em in his mouth and neck, shit's just not legibel// "mc_killabeats"??....nah, more like he's "eatable"// While I'm more incredible, Razh's styles be mystic// Taken killabeats', twist it up constrict it, inflict it// Wit enough pain to keep him restricted// I'm slick kid, check how I move in my rhyme// See all the letters in my words?, now your understanden my mind// You's just another Eminem wannabe, so take ya place in line// killabeats could be the biggest star in the sky and still wouldn't shine// I'm ill with a nine// So be aware for hot clipse out the barrel, cause they'll be burnen ya spine! Razh |
you beat yourself with your own post jackin it, slongs suffecating/ i dont need to "cum hard" this kids "beating himself"/ battelin me on the I-net, im still hurtin ya health/ word after word ya speak you just clownin ya self/ two teks pointeed at ya chest, steel penetrates ya vest/ pathetic...you get no sex ya life meets death, lying on the ground wit no pecks (i blew that shit off)
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Run on style of writin is strictly newbie shit man
Emphasize words cuz you worried folks wont understand' Little in the Rap game but will still act like he can play Lame cuz here we got a 5'5 bitch wit a cock callin himself Big J |
Nigga, if you call that a diss, than Im da black Einstein
Cuz them lyrics was wack, me joinin this page must be a sign Where Im from, niggaz hate and wanna boot me Well, Im here now, WELCOME the Illest newbie Who be rippin niggaz heads off when he step into the room I practice black magic, but I use rhymes, not a broom When I spit, you tremble and ya rhymes start to flop Clouds drop, niggaz put down the stock, THE WHOLE WORLD STOPS Holla |
this kid was weak from the start ^ he hid it with jokes/
let ya friends ride ya skill false pride i suppose/ the la la's and played lines you posted in minutes/ this kid in a slump and too scared to admit it/ |
You call me "this kid" cuz you aint worthy to say me name
MC ILLEST, the realist, I put yo rhymes in a strain I hold the crown of this board before I even rapped You hold a pussy dick, my glock hold you strapped The WRATH of the killah, is apon ya life M.O.D, Masters Of Destruction, in ya case, M-onster O-n D-yke |
i call u the kid cuz u above me and its the name of the cypher/ takin offense of this im'a see what ya after/
tryna come at me and ask me why i dissed/ couldnt resist the first time about u wit some magic/ not orlando wit penny or shaq ima still come and attack/ talking bout u the illest whats next realest the worst rapper in the cypher ima make it an all nighter/ nevermind aint worth the time ima leave it like that/ dont write back cuz ima laugh at ya shit |
big j u i been here fo less then 2 weaks and i got mo posts then u,
now what am i supposed to do, battle a weak emcee like u ur a mutha fuckin spactic, yo styles outta date and i'm way past em, when i see weak emcees like u i'm tempted to blast-em, now look u way past shook, u probably get yo lyrics outa some hip-hop book, so what am i supposed to do school ya up, u had a couple of punche lines so what the fuck, am i supposed to do about-it, man u aint bout-it u just bought-it, and how do i come up with these lines man i thought-it, now why u got that pic of the simpsons, u even make mc_killabeats like a pimp-son, now dont make me pull a strap to yo head, u cant stop me dogg i'm a rap till i'm dead. |
rap till ya dead kid it'll make it much easier/
wouldnt have to respond to ya shit end of the sentence period/ been here 2 weeks well i've been here a year/ all my post got deleated and now im stuck here wit fear/ ha! you funny kid all your 14 years been all queer/ messin wit "moms" and "pops" yo drum ear/ tryna act all gangsta... shootin mario brother ducks/ my bad wrong generation u was still in baby pumps/ dont know what that is... dont surprise me/ you better catch up and look up all that shit on mtv.com/ i stay calm with ease reading yo reply plead/ im out like yo mom with cum on her mouth/ |
yo nun this guys lyrics make sense
i makin rymes at this fags expense all yo post got deleated to bad even if it wasnt yod still be defeated, youd be better offf tryin to be a pop princess so stop actin like youse a gangsta comin from the west you may as well give up sonner or later hpwbout now cause i got an appoint wit yo mum later his names big j i find that funny cause it rymes with gay he is an inferior rymer |
Treach lets see, im superior to you//
you couldnt spell for your life, if death was comin for you// P, i got you on lock, and swallowed the master Key// you straight up lied to yourself, when you said ya were an emcee// Theres no reason to waste my time, there is no point// Your too fake to be true, like artificial joint// ..Peace.. |
I'll make your head drizzle like a leaky faucet
chameleon got a tight style so don't double cross it your flow's are'nt strong your verse is all wrong I'm bashin your rhyme with my lyrical gong hittin hard and long so stop singin that same ol faulty rap song |
chameleon change to so many colors like he got a split personality,
nigga i'm spittin hollows at yo mentality, u aint no gangsta in reality, on the mic i'm rippin yo name totaly, stunt with me and get totaled-G, yaw diss back too weakly, i drop hot shit daily, weekly on a basic, fuck u up if u act rasict, now face-this, chameleon the only beef u seen is in burger king, the only time yaw was shinin was when u was rockin a source pinky ring. |
Trill, shut the fuck up, ya wack and thats it
Nibble at ya verse separate the shit bit by bit ya bitch, Im sick of fake tricks comin with garbage Just ignore me, Youll stay wack forever, no sence in Sparrin |
this niggaz not even a contender, your more like a punchinbag/
your Dolla's sparring partner, everyday i'll be whuppin ya ass/ stick you with 2 jabs, every punch you feel, you kneel/ knocked crooked's jaw straight, free of charge, fixed his grill/ |
yo chameleon yo rhymes is weak/ and when i pull from my waist bets not hear you speak/if you do i'll unload a clip and watch you color turn from green to yella/afta i'm finish u'll be lookin to get yo groove back like stella/but instead yo fate is the same as old yella/ you loyal but you still get done wrong when its all ova/cause to tell da truth a chameleon is harmless/and like a cobra i'm da one who is armed best/i would say you yella bellied but it drags da ground so i geuss its bout dorty as yo mom knees/and to tell da truth you ain't worth no mo bars so bitch please don't try it
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man u like 2 call urself a gansta wen ur not
cuz face it u cnt b a gangsta wen u listen 2 slipknot im afraid u got the wrong site cuz popaddicts.com is the second 1 on da rite man u cnt touch me mentally cnt compare 2 me physicly n u avnt got skill 2 dnt try 2 lyriccly cuz i'l i'l make u feel more pain than saddam hussein wen i fukin knok him out wiv a fukin crane man all u iz, iz a wannabe n i iz a mutha fukin mc u cud travel all of da 7 seas n still c no one like me ur rhymes sound like those of vannilla ice so b4 replyin u betta fink twice u avnt got skill so dnt botha 2 holla i'l leve u in pain like uv gota broken collar |
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