Each bar you write has WACK Printed all over/
your rhyme is missing a vital part like an organ donor/
Biasi our own Royal Czar, demolishing this cat molecular/
light a cigar whilst im writing ive won by far, your style is hit like D12's Bizzare/
demolish you lyrically till your on the rocks like the Beckhams marriage//
batter you so hard physically youll be wishing your mother had a miscarriage//

The Beckhams are Very famouse in UK, David best 'soccer' player in world, Victoria (signed to Rocafell) Ex spice girl for those who didnt know!

This nigga writes lyrics predictably worse than a movie starrin Van Damme,
he tried elevating but the dumb fuk let the shit hit the fan//
Call me unimitable. ma teknique is impecable,
as opposed to Biasi who roll on 22's coz he in a chair for the disable// (Daym!)
I bort beef to this starved faggot, thas the reason he bite,
but before i drop ma rose on ur box lemme jus say Bi to ur Ass Ite//

oh boy ...............les go chea...........

first off chump ur TEK-nique is sweet like the gay rapper
it looks to me that u tha gay mc"s most gay mc/
i spit disease like H.I.V/
duke no one feel u but urself , fuck a rose ill piss on ur casket/
dont make me burn an orphanige to bring heat to u BASTARD/
everything i spit be a classic/
my flow so hot i give the mic ....heat rashes.......

brooklyn.....nigga holla at me maaaaaaaaaaaaan

yo dcrills you new to RnB so let me tell you how it goes/
this room is about disin the person above you with perfect flows/
not jus writin and jotin and shit that comes to head/
Like your mamas is so fat she needs a crane to lift her off her bed/
so take a breath now, theres no rush, perfect your next rhymes/
but you better not come back until u get some beter lines/
a new gimic, a new flow, and ya be needing a beter name/
cus after i done wid you there will be no one left to blame/
for your shit vocab and shit word/
and wid a name like dcrills ppl dont take you seriously
......... they think you gay!!

Cheah..

Why you gotta spit shit so simplistic?
Wearing pants sizes too small is the only time you've ripped-shit
Fatal D, should be a felony, for you to spit Childish lines
You stay outside with the animals and say you have you the wildest rhymes!
I mean damn, I could easily fuck-and-tear ya dame
If I wanted to see Fatal D, I'd watch a Bucaneers Game

-- Fuck and tear.. Fuck and leave your girl.. like rape. Yeah, nasty.

yo fatal d is a nob head he sucks alot of dick/
he flow is totally wack, it aint ill its jus sick/
he a faggot ass, a batty crease cleaner/
i be ripin shit out of him and this bitch still aint got no meaner/
forget it this ho dont even dare to write back/
hes a wet pussy that dribbles, a dick with without the ball sack!!!

Im spittin them six line minimum
Slug thru the cranium of formula
the next victim Im naming em
getcha leg broke neck choked
hitcha nose like coke shot like dope
you think your diesel I spit and you curl up in the fetal
position yourself this is lethal
try to peek
catch a bullet wound thru the peep hole
I'll see it thru I'll murder you
In the winter keep my murders seasonal
Chill in the summer unless your fam get unreasonable
catch em on the front page something terrible

krush blind wanna talk craniums but he dont use his "brain"//
you get my referred "pain" im rippin u simple and im rippin u "plain"//
while we are on the subject lets check out the cerebrum and the "Medulla Oblongata"//
im crazy as hell son, thinkin up more moves than the "Harlem GlobeTrottas"//
But i dont wanna get too complex on account of your gettin "puzzed"//
for your your insolence have lost your speaking rights and are sentenced to a "muzzle"//

Maniac? you're wack your flow is way off
i could flow better then that spittin coughs
put down the mic and just step away
you couldn't get 10 cents for that shit on ebay
stay the fuck outta my way, cus you're a waste
like dislocated shoulders, i'll put you back into place//

I kill kids like you like my name was fredy
I comen for ya boi so just hold ya teddy
Like eyes wide shut I boggle the mind
Like a two way in the 80's I'm a head of my time
So i hope you don'r thikn you blazen them wack ass lines
Cuz if your name was volcano you could burn no rymes

omg trick learn how to right properly//
coz dose rhymes were nothing but motherly//
103 posts u still havent begun to see//
dat fresh emcee, will fuck u up see??//
hahah shit my rhymes are coming out really simple, only coz im battling you//
now run away for i start coming for you, true??

wat u playin at ur ryhmes are straight wack...
i'll send ya to hell an ur neva comin back...
you need a miracle to make ur lines PhAt...
U could spit better on this cypher if u smoked crack...
Your rhymes are untidy like a washing basket...
Spit back at me an u'll be sleeping in a casket...

I got so many ways to dis-u im just playfull wit-u...
i'll let a razor slit-u untill they got to staple stitch-u...

who are you bitch are you just a french whore/
fried up like potatoes cooked and sold in stores/
come on man your cyphs aint even hardcore/
he tryin to diss someone that he hasnt even known before/
he cant diss he just a wannabe like he ridin on a dick/
this bitch says hes poison free so i give him poison that makes him sick/
his rhymes dont click, they just get erased on paper cause they werent slick/

yo, m.j lover i read that thing about the heart,
if i win trust me on this one, fuck it i won't even start
ive got mind control over you like d.bo,
cause u aint my friend, wen i'm around ur quiet, wen i'm gone ur be tlking again.you think your rhymes sick,i'll leave u lying stiff, i'll put ur corpse in a himelick and brake ur spine bitch,the pain to make your voice change octive,from low pitch to high pitch,every hour i kill a hostage.i judge mc's by ther lyrical fitness and punish 2 hot for putting corny stickers on his mixes,you scratch my back i'll scratch yours bitch, i'll eat your swordfish if suck my sausauge

you say your rhymes are sick//
yeh they as sick, as you suckin a dick//
yeh, they make me wanna throw up//
make sick like when you drink cum in a cup//
your talking bout killin hostages//
when your really only sucking sausages//
you wanna scratch his back?//
or do you really wanna suck his sack?//
you say your lyrically fit//
man you i say your not, look at that shit//
looks like your writing a paragraph//
might have a rap if you cut it in half//
iight man your not worth my time//
so next post, atleast try to rhyme//

If Spiro had einsteins brain he still wouldn't be clever
you best take ya ass on over to the wackness emergency center/
i coulda took you out with the first verse i ever wrote
my words speak for me no need to shout i'll take two tokes/
get straight smashed in combat with me as your opponent
you seem like the type to jack rhymes and say that you wrote it/
this dudes pissin me off cus he's so whack you can quote this
seems like we got another entry in the category of 'MC's Hopeless'//

yo pugilist must feel like getting merked/
everyone!...... he likes dick and thats wut he slurps/
there will not be anyone else posting after u, hopefully thell know/
that ur wack ass blows/
bitch say im illtertate/
ur the faggot with the guys sayin its all just an experiment/
dawg, for that dick breath, heres some speermint

yo..... Dont take these diss's to personal but your dreams im'a shatter// That was a nice line you done spit but in this cypher like where your from " it doesnt matter"// Tbirdraw? wit a name like that it sounds like you the one who needs tah get merked// you talk alot about other people bein fag but i heard its yo ass that likes to get worked// my diss's go on and on just like the never ending story// even after 100 punch lines you could never floor me

yo- y_not eat shit, as u tlk shit, y_not walk in shit as u walk shit,
y_not get a spoon and eat my asshole,
you dnt belong on this site,
at 4.am u did this rhyme while ur foreskin was tite,
dirty, after this u watched gay porn for the rest of the nite,
yo y_not, y_not get off the internet,
so i can intersect
wid a real punch,(punchline/ get it)
and send u flying to the floor,
i'll make ur niggas rok like bal-4,
and show ur scrawney ass to the front door.
i'm a make sure, i'll battle u by the end of the week,
u aint a rapper, u just an internet geek,
and i'm a kill all ur fake freaks, by da end of the year,
yo charles u only battle cause of 8 mile,
knock, knock, its the po-lice. uh oh run charles ur a pedo-file.

Oh my God this cat above is a fucken fraud, hope ya remember this introduction to the dawg/

Ya weak and pathetic, ya lyrics... ya might as well forget it, cuz down is the only direction ya headed/

dan-b-nas sounds like a-faggot-with-no-class, quick to 'wRAP' ya lips on-a-Dick ~N~ taste-the-SHIT out-ya-ASS/

Ouch! in the position 'Crouched' Sexing ya-brotha on ya-Motha's Couch/

Ya style Sucks more than than ya Momma Fucks, Known as Lady Luck... trading SEX ~4~ A- Buck/

Talking about a battle, stick to a baby Rattle, your full of mindless praddle, if ya know what's good, ya betta sca-da-dle/

They call me Mr. Bounce Blazing Herbs ~N~ Quick to Announce... Your a sucka MC ~N~ from this site ya should BOUNCE!

bouncedoggy bounce while you bite i pounce/
if ya weighed wid me you wouldnt weigh an ounce/
coz your nuttin be a flea bitten mutt/
at a record label for you,the doors slam shut/
so go now before i take ya back to tha pound/
coz when ya spit i here nuttin....not a sound/

Lyrical Cyanide, it's more like lyrical genocide, cuz I'm bringing ya death so ya best Run~N~Hide/

Better take this warning in stride, cuz I'm decimating ya pride ~N~ erradicating ya Tribe/

Four Hundred ~N~ twenty posts is the closest you'll ever get to Dope, so ya betta just cope/

My verbage will hang ya like some Soap on a Rope, my styles will bless ya like 'Water' to the 'Pope'/

Ya hear nothing when I spit? That's cuz ya never around when Ya GIRL is Going 'Down' on my Tip/

We can all see that 'Frown' cuz ya know you've been 'Clowned' by the 'Dastardly Hound'/

So ya want to step to the Big Dawgs, I'll leave ya Mind in a Bog, and Stop ya Heart like a 'Clog'/


What?

If i 'dissd the person above' id rip lyrical cyanide
coz above me is a vacant space where shit reside//
Im sure you'd get votes for how 'hard u tried'
but u only spittin coz i left ur fatt ass burnt and fried//
U ask "what?" Here's the truth... i aint never lied
ur moment of glory is short lived... similar to Bonnie&Clyde//

uh oh, here goes a kid who can't rap once again//
Another herb who can't stop my force once I'm in//
Leave Tek next to kin.. have his bones broke leave his legs without they shins//
I'm strapped wit steel, while Tek's strapped wit tin//
Poppen off mad clips at this ma'fuckas chin//
Your rap's as ugly as your avatars grin//
All you are is a fish without fins tryen to swim, ya punk bitch!

It's Nise

this aint a diss like i'm suppost,
i cnt be assed to look bck at home for my posts,
just cing how many posts ive got,
for wat
the nxt person who disses me, u will hav bad luck for the rest of ur life no joke i'm being serious! i better do a rhyme like delerious so admin dnt kick me off, toke of a spliff and i cough,
my noes is full of snot, is this whack or wat.lol!

Yo man ya rhymes need a lot of work
you're battle verse is garbage like ripped shirts
seems more like ya got tits and a purse
that wack shit won't get attention like high school nerds
pass the blunt and i surely won't cough
you better stop dropping otherwise your embarrasment won't stop
for now keep outta cyphers cus you can't handle it
you're a mess like wet diapers and kid you ain't talented
enough to step in the ring with me like butter bean and ali
i'd make shorter work of you then cleaning a kitchen that's already been cleaned//

spit bars on ballots until my campaign ends/
walk with a drunk stagger like champagne timbs/
can't be him, talking greasy with bars you a chump/
your lyrics lack content like the papers that roll blunts/
don't front, stop fakin/
I'm more like ruben you clay aiken/
from american idol/
paper champ so I'm tearing your title/
leave you crushed like leaves and chronic seeds from your local supplier/

this bitch is tryin to rip with lines from american idol,
how can you be champ when all ya thougths are suicidle,
i dont even have try to come and take you out,
that flew out the window soon as you opened up ya mouth,
but with out a doubt, i feel soory for killin a drunk,
thow you in the river and watch you body go *kerplunk*,

(lemme tell u like this nigga)
yo rhymes suck, bitch, like a baby on tits
u fuckin dick yo record shows (0-0) jus how much pussy you get
look up to me yo stature is low and mine is higher
its a shame u had to take ya first loss on a cypher
ya rhymes are pittyfull nigga stick to ya day job
who needs a gat for yo ass my rhymes will do it with no prob
youve officailly been broke in so go run tell dat
and heres a finger, Fuck You pussy, moan and groan on that

you aint higher than me bitch, so dont even try to deny it,
you wanted to step up but it was to high to hike it,
cause when da moon comin out then the sun comin in,
i rip with a murderous rhyme and send you shit to next of kin,
their you go again, talkin shit with a 1 and 1 record,
you aint holdin up nothin but you can call me the double decker,

Tido, knows my rhymes are tighter than a speedo
Being a bigger Jackass when he spits than Steve-O
Takin more sticks from behind then track relay runners
so you wanna be the best? Take a number
Get to the end of the line and lemme finish everyone off first
Im more tired of you then i am of gettin record deal offers

bleh...i cant write worth shit tonight

yo profsc look at ur album cover pictures,
they aint nuthing but a couple of bitches,
royce 5'9 ha, looks like the latest diss the rb member,
u need to take ur shit over to the whackness emergency centre
bitch no wins, me to, but look at ur posts,
you need to battle me and lose like ur suppost,
may b then u can go battle sum 1 whack,
just like that lst kid who dissed me ,
i'll kill wen i spit bck, because u missed me,

Yo DAN wanna B.... NAS... what the fuck meng..
that ryme you spit was shit I spit shit that'll split...
your cranium in 2 like your girls split ends....
Find ya corpse in the trunk of my smashed benz.
The one I hitcha girl in...I mean with the front end...
You need to stop frontin....You know you heard her gruntin..
But I wouldn't hit that for nuttin...
Not even with your dick pumping...
That was the last chick I picked up....

*****And ended up dumping*****

In a ditch by some mountains in such and such county..
Soaked up the trunk with about 9 rolls of bounty..
You dont know shit about me.
Next murder is you two then three and Im counting...
Next nigguh to post is where my gunshots routing.

your brainless kid, i hope u dont think of sinnin/
it dont matter where your from bitch ya fate is given/
have u lookin like ya avatar all outta proportion/
leave ya body in the lake and dump ya head in the ocean/
why take out ya angers by dissin the dude above ya/
u shoulda just sliced ya dad and slapped ya motha/
you ugly fucker...i'll take this time to diss the dude thats next/
post after me and best expect a battle request/

GameTime

who the fuck are u gettin at me before i drop mine/
u talk about a game but didnt make it past halftime/
u out of shape and cant catch ya breath/
cuz i got u runnin around tryin to escape your death/
non the less i can say that nas is great/
u dreamt u were him, but that thought can wait/
u demise is soon and ur in line for heat/
so u wanna battle me?? then post up and get beat/


LameTime BIATCH!!!!!!

the only way u coud be the shit is if i dumped on u/
i dont need any twins to help me get crunk on u/
fuk it though ure not as gay as ure mentor nas/
that fu is weaker than any diciples of amaz/
he would listen to pac start to cry and applause/
cant fuk wit something so fuked up with flaws/
u bigger biter than any writer ama call u jaws/
ama do like u and diss the next faggot dissin me/
fuk u ure crew ure mom pops religion and country!!!!


KRU KRU KRU KRU KRU KRU KRU KRU KRU

Bitch you want a war then i'll put ya life on lease,
cause im the desert storm and you just a cool breeze,
so fuck it if you want a battle then go and set it up,
I'll rip you completely maybe that will shut u up,
gametime is a pussy, French fucken get ya moms just figure it out,
ya mom tellin you son "dumb fuck how about you sound it out"

a breeze?? mutha fucka u bout to get swizz cheesed/
i want a war so bring it u fukin piece of shit ass fuck/
ill run through yo hood wit a nine and run a muck/
i dont give a fuck all eyes on me keep em steadily/
watch me kill this price center mc and his family/
bobble head?? i think ure just tryin to say that u give dome/
next time ya see me will be tha last time u see chrome/
KRU............

I'll try it out....

~ My mental dis-order makes my words like permanent EMBROIDER...

~ You fukkin wit G's bitch, best test nuts leave you seeking a DONOR....

~ Like a hookers carrer..your fukked pup, cause I shine more than lil jon's CUP...

~ I lever back-smack my lyrical-impact is in-tact stylistic mis-fit I erupt like dpg and KURUPT....

~ Your brain-waves shiver, as ProPEr speaks spits facts and DELIVERS...

~ Like tremors your shooked tramp, your style shine dull-time, like j.timberlake you cryin' RIVERS....

Watch me sucker punch this dumb ass retard,
Messing with me you must have a re scar..
This chum is packing shit in his muthafuckin undies,
He'll hit some dot com's before he see's real honeys..
He's a playgirl bunny, Your not tight so quit rap,
Im taking ya spine out and lay it down like i whip backs..