haha.. aight look

Another little rook talkin shit bout the crooks
Read a book up your vocab and then maybe you wont be shook
Ya name says it all cause when you drop you say nothing
trying to sound hard as hell but you bit yourself so stop fronting
Verbally tear ya heart out, show to you and replace it
Face it, your skillz can't hold a candle to King Chrit's
Now reply kid with another recycled verse
But in the meantime I'll just ready another hearse

Yo man u know the rules, even "ja rule" be headin in the right direction, look at ur refliction, u aint even a saint, this path u run upon, aint the right one, i jam my votes, like u just the "adam sandler" goat voice, i'll endruce the duce, when i produce this magical heat, u wanna battle me, then just the clan i'll kill ur "KKK"
wannabe white guys riding on ur ponys, u just a pure phony, like bowlony sandwich, u want me to dig u a grave, bitch ur just dead, ur 10 feet under sea level,
u aint got love for bitch, u just the slug with the earing bleed red, u just dead from ur insane rymes

LOL
chrit went an told free his vocab was loose//
you can tell he mad when he make up words like 'endruce'//
ill introduce you to some one by the name of quality//
it must be my shadow cause it always follow-me.....

abilli -
ill come with punches so ill don need parentheses to land-them//
even if you were SHORTER than my rhymes you couldnt UNDER-STAND-them//
3 hours later? lol, this took 5-minutes
my skills rating from 1-10 contains 9-digits....
i hide-bitches like you all across the planet
no time to plan-shit when i smash your grill into the granite...
im straight sick, cause ill run dressed as an alien
screaming DOOM HAS COME into an episcopalian
church, in the middle of service
i spot you in the back room with father john lookin nervous(hmm)
so i run up an douse you with gas that was in my thermos
light the match, walk away, an melt your whole epidermis.....bitch

Anon

I'ma get rid of you by droppin bombs like you a foreigner
Make it so really are anonymous
I rep Da Grove... Son you don't want war wit us
Them hollowtips will push ya wig back
Leave you on wit bugs
Leave you for maggots
I tellin you, you can have rap I keep the automatics
You ain't a killer or kidnapper
You a young whip-a-snapper
I stuff you in ya closet close the door and let the eagle blast ya

fuck guns i use my bare hands/take you to beach i rip your heart out and leave it in da sand/
then i come play you and grap a glock a erase your memory/then leave yo moms sobbin semtimentilly
bring yo crew and watch them get devistated/and then laugh win the rollers ay its gang related
little man you don't wantin wit me/ask anybody from la to da read sea/
whats fun to me is usin words to murder rappas like you in da first degree

Firesquad, bitch now you're getting fired on, you gangsta?
bitch like 50 told you aint nothin but a wanksta
the shit you wrote above this topic really had me thinkin
that maybe you werent think straight, is it the shit you drinkin?
"bring you crew and watch them get devistated," by what your keyboard?
or maybe this "gangsta" tninks he can strangle me his mouse cord!

emcee abilities? u must be kiddin me,
more like disablilties when i let him feel the killin trees
stupid flea get stomped on, like he a floor u get walked on

Listen to this flamin' fool tryin 2 dis with miniscule illiterate drips of drool
Why don't u let me feel dem trees cuz I sure as hell aint feelin' u
Better pour out a lil' liquer on dat fire and get back in school
4 u try droppin' lines like dat again or else get ripped down like that flag u flew
Oh wait a minute u thought u were cool?
just a flamin' phagot I thought u knew
The bad man iz here right now
yeah bad rhymes in week lines
I'll leave u blind like squinty eyes readin' High Times
I hope u take it like u spit staight from the behind
da only Fiyah burnin' here iz anal hair cuz that ass iz mine

c town? wut the fuck is that? oh wait i herd of it, das where u can find the faggets at, at least das where dis fagget at, dont talk bout wut u dont kno bout, cuz wut u kno bout will surely burn the shit outta u u likkle batty man

Talkin about gettin burnt...
Lil man I bet you do got that fiyah
the kind that makes you sick to ya stomach
and makes ya penis shrivel up '' herpes ''
nigga you betta ante up
Cuz I stack more chips than
Fat Joe pullin an all nighta
ya lyrics are just alrighta you betta
ask an insida
cuz Im sick nigga
Im fukkin contagious
Chicks got the hands up
You betta get yo mans up
if you think you can handle this brawd
Hatas slammin em hard
straight from the villian streets
you know you cant compete
feelin it already huh
'' BLAH ''

Now you can light it up even more fiyah

ive been to florida.... CRAZY old people... but whatever

bitch listen when i excrete, bullets from my left-cheek in a rounded-streak, as i soundly-speak//
your(e) ^picture^ wishin you had a profound-physique, bitch, ill have you fuckin goin down-on-me. an now we-see, youre: only profound-unique cause prospectives are profoundly bleak//
"straight from flawda an the venomous streets"........... home of the CRIP(ple)s and 'real O(ld)Gs....(REAL OLD)
"penis shriveling" hoodrats like you are just a hassel... admit it bitch you stay by retirement-castle (florida)// ill "fiyah"-an-dazzle-
fill up your hull with gas until youre past-full, the match goes down your heavily gassed-throat// come away unscortched, heavily masked-in-wool//
call up the Dr-Hyde, say i got some pesticide. 'how much do i need to put-inside to make her-die?' not much cause the bitch is prolly sixty five.......


-Anon-

u a anonomousmc cuz no one wants ta kno ya/
on this text thing ill show ya that my bullets will remove ya shoulders/
u a kid im older than wut ur used to/
ill leave u abused kid/

fuck that, i don know why they call you 'fiah'// ill burn this fool like gasoline on the internal of a tire... //
straight drop the lighter, until the flames brighter// than lightnin strickin a power line wire//
ill leave your fuel tank drier til youre entire tank is gone an youre in-dire// need of gasoline, but ill tell you what you really should desire// you need to fuckin retire.. youre not hot! my coldest blows make you perspire// gas ether or what ever. ill make ya flame expire....

That rap don't make sense
You should condense
Or maybe delete
That wasn't a feat
Just a bunch of bullshit
You should just quit
Retire early
I'm not being surly
Just telling the truth
You want proof?
Read what you typed
It ain't even hyped
Don't work at all
You got nothin' playa
You're a wannabe saya
Got no game
Got no fame
I'll put a sprain
On your vein
And you'll bleed
You might need
A bandaid or tape
To cover that scrape
Well little boy, this rap's been fun
Sorry to leave early, but I'm done.

dont bite and try to LOAN..my flow leaves ya skill ALL-GONE
whut the hell is this, damn i think i just CROSSED HIS BONES

Crossed my Bones?
Y'all don't even know
Can't begin to understand my flow
You just a retard, too slow
Can't get tickets to my show
See you at the door and say no
I don't want you to go
You ain't a friend, just a foe
You got no skills, you blow
I'm clean, like snow
You're nasty, like dirt
Need to put on a shirt
Messin' with me you gonna get hurt
You should put on a skirt
And stop tryin' to flirt
I ain't like you, I ain't a fag
I don't got a subscription to a gay porno mag.

stay anonomous thats best for a snitch left in the dark ather my mac took your bicth back to holding your cock all u do is jack your dick and jack raps your nothing like me all i do is sell sacks and pack gats next time make sure that spit anonomuous i flow fire like da piss from your dick

this kross bones cat is whack like his mom duk doing crack i'll put this bitch back on the track slap him wit my gat he'll have my money in 10 mins flat smoking a sack so i know i'm blunted you rap like the malbuls most wanted so dont say shit before i pop clips do what most fag rappers do bones is back to suking dicks

You shouldn't talk Harry
Go back to sucking off Larry
When I drop my verse
You start to curse
You know you can't touch it
My rap's sweet, your's is shit
You should just quit
You can't touch me son
Rappin' 'bout your gun
That been said before
Don't wanna hear it anymore
Get some creative beats
Off the mean streets
Stop copyin' others
And tryin' to be like the brothers
Just shut up and stop rappin'
And go back to your bitchslappin'.

kross bonez

fuck understandin my shit, youre lucky you even saw my verse// youre sposed to have the IQ of a child to even read it first//
--You cant see what my lyrics mean, in your eyes they shine// im confusing as fuck.... like this next line:
with a blunt-edged-spoon, gave you a gun-shot-wound//
rhymes are "above your head" at all times like sun-and-moon//
the funnies part isnt really how loose-you-rhyme//
its that you dont even see you just got crucified//

hodean

try an dissappear from this-shit-here// youll get hit-with-spheres flying back from the mystic-years//
here's what youll see from me: flashes, full-clips,-hearse//
simply cause it took 13 minutes (3:52-4:05) to write that bullshit- verse//
you need to work on youre vocation// cause you couldnt FREE if you was a DONATION//
my words are in position an formation// to hack your computer an change your location (minneapolis)//
what i do to cats commitin wack-representation// is devastatin, like hittin it then back-to-masterbation.....

Anonomous

Talk about my IQ?
I'm a lot smarter than you
You ain't got the brains
And ain't got the range
To verse with me
Can't you see
You say you just try to be
You, and act like you're not fake
Give me a break
And go take
A dose of reality
You don't have a mentality
Just some stupid ass words
That are just fucking absurd
Saying I got luck
I don't give a fuck
So what if it's on my side
I still can't hide
The fact that you suck and can't rap
If I was you I would snap
My paper and pen
And go back to fucking gay men.

come on kross wit the fag shit your da frist gay mc sucking dick keep talking and your throw back can hold a clip your wack like woopings i'm hot like da crack i'm cooking when i see u i'm back to jucking punk rapers get jacked well every ones looking u must like saying fag stuff kross bones in jail wit abig black man getting it ruff come to my hood hood if u thinging u tough i'll have u sipping that date rape stuff look at u now on that GHB you talk like you part of da MLPS P.D homie dont lose your head bicth rappers like u stay talking to feds

Sorry G
Gay shit ain't for me
You just mad cause my lyrics is tight
I can flow all night
What I say is right
And you're just wrong
Suckin' a schlong
Tryin' to get in my face
I'll fucking erase
You and your posse
I'll hire a kamikaze
Bomb strapped across his head
Sorry dawg, you'd be dead
Old boyfriends cryin'
Wonderin' why you're dyin'
Family starts to weep
'Cause I put you 6 feet deep.

anonomous you can't drop booms like this wish u can spit like this anonoomous da unkown gay rapper harry's slicker then lacker u your still a back packer and u don't even thow up tags stop rearing those rags dressing like fags wish u had a thow back UH u keep looking at them little boys now UH be real you just a ugly mc tring to be all u can be your da opposite of R kelly i posted u on da web giving little boys head stop da madness a go back to being the badest bitch

i saw kross bones in a pair of thongs on internet haven sex wit a veitnam vet girl rappers like u get thay white tee wet yell like a bitch when u get hit o i see you on stage holden your dick but thats me in the crowd hoden da 4 fith u better forefit u don't want NO war kid/ befriend U - THEN put u on da block wit a pak next u be doing a bid u must be triping on sid thinking u hot like me i'll bring the pic's out da closet of u drinken pee and post it on the web kross bones band from t.v

what what u cats don't want war !!!!

Man you wack
Talkin' your smack
Your shit ain't even funny
I'll pay you money
To quit rappin' and retire
And let your career expire
And lose your desire
You'll never be admired
You'll ust get fired
Thinkin' you're wired
You just make me tired
Make me wanna go to bed
After I fuck up your head
Mess up your mental
Screw up your dental
You like a bitch with menstrual
Cramps, cryin' and screamin'
Like you a demon
Or some of that mythological shit
Seriously dawg, just quit
And never rap again
You can't win
You just embarass yourself
And endanger your health.

check it

ya'll ain't nothin but some bitch ass tricks/been to da hood and got jacked more then peewee hermans dick/talkin bout you hard the closest came to that was beatin off in da shower/you probably believe in gay shit like flower plower/

oh no who's the new hoe put right on the track for spiting da wack firesquadgangsta names long like da dick i gave your batch she gave me da femmnich put that hoe in a dich u u still scrachen talken that trash till i pull that gat man shut your mouth before your ass get smacked man i'm da best at this firesquadwant to be gansta change your name it fits come wit some better shit if u want to rep gay units your set that shit u state thats as wack as it gets u hearen me man wit this crack in my hand i'm your best fucken friend stop smoken stop poken lil boys stop spitting that noise i'm a man but i like crhome toys

kross cond'n buy a bone cath him home alone wit his dick in a bong anyone hit it get a milky lip harry shot u get to smoken a dip subruen kids look how they get so mad /moms got to rear a paper bag so she want scare away dad/ man life as a scrony white boy must be hard if u go to the city jail you'll get fucked in the yard kross bones get a broken jaw bone looking like a bicth in the srteets wit your skirt on now u know i'm better then u all fags know no one can give head better than u stay in your place and keep getting nuts busted in your face oh


Harry's THe best

Scrawny boy white?
That ain't right
That ain't the case
It ain't a matter of race
It's a matter of skill
I'm too ill
Like a pill
I get shit, you get nil
And this rap is for the times
You've stolen others lines
Cause you can't think of shit
You copy all of it
I already used the skirt line
That shit was mine
It ain't hard to steal
Or talk about the steel
But to match my spiel
You better kneel
And pray to the Lord
That the people don't get bored
When they hear your stupid rap
And realize it's just crap
And they just wanna take a nap
It must be like a slap
In the face to realize you blow
You set your goals high and hit low
You can't make it into the show
Cause you got no flow
When you talk about the jail
You start to fail
You don't need to pay bail
Or pound the rail
You ain't true
You ain't even you
You hide behind a name
Prayin' for some fame
That day will never be here
All you have left is fear
Your death is near
But it won't come from me
Can't you see
I'm not gonna kill ya, brother
I'll leave that to your mother.

Hey Gay Are You Gonna Battle Me Or Will It Be A No-Show

WYLA ITS TIME 2 RETIRE YOUR STUCK A MIRE/ YOU CAN CALL ME SIRE COS YOUR RHYMES IS DIRE/ BUT WAIT YOU AINT EVEN RHYMED AN IF YOU DID YOU'D PROBABLY RIP OFF YOUR LINES FROM SOMEONE WHO SHINES/ YOU CAN BATTLE ME BUT YOU BETTER COME EQUIPPED COS ILL TIE YOU WID WORDS THAT I SPIT BUT THATS COS I HAVE AN IQ OF 186/ WHATS YOURS ? 6

what the fuck.... these fools with one syllable rhymes are dissin me!
YOU JUST DONT UNDERSTAND MY LINES(dumbass) , im only rhymin this so the post aint free

"Sorry G
Gay shit ain't for me
You just mad cause my lyrics is tight
I can flow all night
What I say is right
And you're just wrong
Suckin' a schlong
Tryin' to get in my face
I'll fucking erase"


COME ON NOW! you cant seriously think that shit is ill

G.I.Z come a little better than yo whack-ass-raps, Clap-the-whack, Rip-offa-lines nigga get-Offa-mines, y'all-hate-sick emcess that destroy a IQ of 186, give up Get a Better-Vocab, i run around wit gratters Shreddin-yo-raps

.Meth Slasher.
 

Meth Slasher you just a plain fag, and i'm the gay basher//
You ain't got nothin' on me, 'cuz i'll destroy your ass faster//

i'mma Gay-Basher, but you Focused-on-ass/ spit n say-faster, Wrote-this-so-fast/ you say-master, Enigmatic a Student-to-tha-game/ it getz-tragicz, spit-magicz, fuck fame You-just-a-shame/

meth slasher yu the wackes blaster in a world full of lyrical masters//if yu were up in da club yull ba tagged a fukin wanksta//

--like hell was full -this mate decided to walk on earth--

you a Bad-mate, call me santa cause i "wrap"-fakes/ you lost-ya-worth/ i killed tha devil n i Walked-on-earth/ come harder than a Wanksta/ thiz iz a Pranksta, emcee'z i Slap-fake-ones/ like bad-mate-1

i spit rhymes faster than you mom gives out ass
i was her first fuck then the family dog came in her last.
things startin to makes sense going round your mind
y u can lick ur own balls without breakin your spine
it's time for walkies dont start to mess up your trailer
or else hit you so hard you'll look like popeye the sailor
so let's leave it at that my time is almost over.
quick go get you leash. time for walkies rover...

fast, i'm Doubtin-that, i didn't know Fagz-could-bust-a rhyme, i'm here without-a-scratch, tryin to Cause Mass-destruction, get change for a Dollar, maybe you can Get-some-cents, Incase-ya-holla, Spit-some-shit that can-comply, y'all-can-try to reply to thy divine emcee, n paste-some-lines, throw watches in tha trash, see you Wastin-time...