u must get turned on by the daddy jokes
urs is the one doin coak n slidin his dick down ur throat
till u choke n cough up a piece of ur lung
in the process his dick bein slapped on ur tounge
he gives u a gun u duuno what to say
noone likes u blow ur self away ur gay
in ur moms bed cummin is were i lay
n ill make a charity for the young n queer
straight fer ur asshole the dildos are steared
gettin all u fags waisted wit beer
n setta bomb n scream to the straights get outa here
n watch the buildin of fags go boom
now it looks like u wont have a gay wedding or groom
then when u die
ill piss on ur gave then giz in ur moms eye
while i watch her cry
well thats it fer now deciet
im done hittin u with do not fuck with me sighns
hey asshole u musta heard them chimes

time for my rhymes to replace/^^dis guy loves sucking dick an getting sperm in his face/ i mean look at his name nutcase/
he walks around newyork wit dildos in his suitcase
ya name sounds like a gay lawyer involved in a gay case/
getting nut juice all over ya face/ at licking balls nutcase youse a ace/
all da bums in central park say noone can replace nutcase/
ya tounges got a six pack from licking nuts at a fast pace/
hahahahahahahaha nutcase hahahahahahah what a stuuuuuuuuuuuuuupid fucking namehhahhhahahahahahahahaha

kid it be a compliment to call your weak ass a wuss
you shoulda never came out 'your moms ranking puss'
stay off this website bastard, you pathetic fake rapper
and tell your mom to stop callin before i 'bitch slap her'

lmao hey bitch all ur rhymes rymed with nutcase
wait i got one u didnt use mase
lmao u silly faggot bitchslapper
ur a shitty rapper with no chance to excell
nething u write has no chance to sell
u rap like a snail locked in its shell
cuz noone heres you or wants to
ill kill u to steal one fucking shoe
cuz thats how much u mean to me
get u down on bended knee
so u can suck n blow deciet
bust ur load on his bed sheet
then cheat on him with some other gay fag hole
catch u stikin weiners in ur asshole
ill chew u n spit u out like scoal
then give u a chance to hit a bowl
but ull suck it then dick fuck it
u cant stay away from penis shapes
im crushin ur balls like mini grapes
keep u known all over nations n states
as the gay guy who gives penis rates
on little boys and teens
u have no means in life give u balless jeans n a knife
to make ur self diapear
noones wants u round kill urself u queer

Motherfucker, yeah nutcase, you must be crazy
To go against anyone with a style so lazy
You have no flow, and you can't even spell
You put NY to shame might aswell go to hell
Where you belong you and your fake ass rhymes
You can't afford a bed sheet, jerk off to pass time
Or you go home to your box, take the penny out your pocket
Got to a liqour store and attempt to rob it
With nothi'n but a glock loaded with the penny you had
You jammed it in the clip but you shoot so bad
That you hit the liqour you were stealin', bust all over the floor
While i'm with your mamma, always gettin' head from this whore
You styles poor, cheap, useless how else can i say it
You a bitch, a phoney faggot, so stop spittin' don't spray it
Every curse in the world couldn't sum up your lack of talent
I ripped you up, motherfucker, my words are malice

i know im goin outta bounds but dis 4 nutcase//
addressin and rantin behind ur pc probs in satin lace//
fuck off man dont keep spittin bout people suckin yo dick//
and dont keep sprayin all ur non flowin venom thats incomplete//
heres some advice from a boy wit no skillz/
go home swollow a pack a pillz so we know u been killed//
that way ill have a much better sleep tonight//
not worryin bout a "nutcase" faggot rapin me tnite//

Ya see in Hong Kong you ain't gotta rhyme in songs
they too worried bout dissin other niggas dongs
they flow is ridiculous some say obsurd
specially when they rhyme the same word
talkin bout nutcase when there's somthin wrong wit ya head
someone call the undertaker cuz this niggas dead
This here rhyme i know you'll hate it
you would be my dog but you already ate it

Yeah you got jokes but ain't nobody laughing
You get a standing ovation from me with Mack 10's
He eats dogs you eat dick, there ain't much difference
Anything you say, it's all peripherence
In case you didn't know that word means minor
Just got 100 posts, stick to dissing China

tha shortness of ya name prolly representin sumthin u wish was bigger/
to reach ya level i will have to become a preffesional digger//
Beatin on them asians....that won't get u far/
watch it now b4 they sneeze on you and giv you sars//
u usin word play like u evan know what your talkin bout/
hate it...ate it....common dawg....explain it//
think i dunno u sittin their bitin/
u couldn't be a heavy weight if u was in the ring fightin//
pack ya shit up dawg u hurtin your reputation/
or lemme guess your reppin the ghetto nigga nation//

that one was meant for that cat M'CO/

No one else is dissin' so i'll jump in
A confused motherfucker, don't know who to spit against
You meant it for me, but changed when you saw flow
So you thought 'hey let's get a higher rate and freepost'
In case you can't read it's diss the person above you
My rhymes are insurextion, you only new
So keep rhyming, but make it a little slower
So you can understand what you write since you the next level Lower

thats right chutney u got no fuckin skill
me n u are both new n im spittin harder then u still
ur like a pill u get me motivated to kill
an spill ur guts all over the floor
doin ur mom in a circular motion cuz shes a whore
fuckin her till her hole gets sore
n u would like me to rape u silly homo
ill let u bang a tree harder then sunny bono

Nutcase wats up wit ur ryhmes, help me jesus//
ponderin wether or not u should stick ta pluckin ur eyebrows wit tweezers//

the stuff that u spittin bout me n u//
makes me think bout dog shit//
and wether anyone will pay attention to u//

but its okay man, stop complainin//ill gice u sum credit for what u been sayin//and its a pity that after 39 posts ur vocab is strainin//

now im thinkin that ur mumma u really luv her//
but cmon man ur mumma aint there to be your luva//
especially cant count her on ur number of bitches counter//

When you write on freestyle your lyrics should rhyme
Hence the word rhyme, luva and counter don't flow
You need more practice, a lot more time
So keep off the forums before you get blown
Dog shit's what you think of, it resembles your lines
I'ma stop cuz i don't like rippin' kids with no spines