Damn these bitches think they a match for me this my -genesis- I'm spreadin more fear through y'all than tha -exorcist-//
Cause tryna fuck wit me is a str8 set-fatality- beating me is impossible cause of my vet-immortality//
You couldn't ride more dick as a whores movements -administration- jus more wack faggots set for -anilhation-//
Cause for yall bitches it a simple job of cut-and-paste another wack bitch that riv about to put-to-waste//
I'll murder any wannabe like a dog and blood-hounds cause my punches hit hard like 'planes' and zero grounds//
Cause a new king of rap here about to be -discovered- and jus like ya gayness my sick shit bout to be -uncovered-//

another english rapper?i thought ya'll listened to classical
i heard london was weak,and thats supposed to be the capitol
anyways emcee can i call you mr.belvadeer
why dont u go back to the pub and have urself another beer
cause frankly ur drunk to think u have a chance
u cant rap and back up i didnt ask for a lapdance
u fuckin dick rider u remind me of a fairy
im done thats it,heres ur tombstone,ur buried G

Damn dawg how long did it take you to think of that,
your jus another lad brainwashed by rap, wheres your heart at,
cuz your flo seem to have no life, its like you a begginer,
still got trainin wheels on your mic, think twice,
before you have no time to think, cuz when ya battle me,
i'll bring everything and the kitchen sink,
so go refill my drink, and work up sumtin better then that,
cuz i've read better rhymes readin the cat in the hat!!!

this guy thinks he's hard,needs to look at his record
aint got no wins and twice been rejected
lightweight alcoholic i got the iron gut
drink u under the table,on pills and coked up
rap styles played out,wannabe ghostface killah
staten islands for warriors,u need to move to chinchilla

FUCK THAT I'M GONNA EAT Jr TOOOOOOOO!!!!!


They call you pillboy, well i'll call you elroy cuz you jus a Jetson,
your rhymed are spaced out like you were writin it at some space convention,
your place is honorable mention, heres a suggestion,
stop takin wuteva your takin,
cuz niggas like me will eat you like if you were a side of bacon,
theres no mistaken when my voice is heard ova the mic,
cuz its that same voice that ya heard in ya girls bedroom last nite!!!!

deeni,first off,u have the name of a girl
ur flows make me sick,i think i'll just hurl
too much beer in ur blood,u think u've got heart
fuck boy u cant fight!you cherry flavored pop tart
go back to shaolin and hide in ur apartment
u aint a street kid,we all know u retarted

I must be retarted cuz i spit ill flows,
fuck nigga dont let me get grimey on you and take all your clothes,
i dont live in a apartment, your rent is probably the same as my livin room carpet,
why dont you come visit my hood and i'll show your cornfield ass wuts good,
i'll bury you in your own woods, is that understood,
or do i have to translate it cuz my ebonix was too hood!!!!

fuck this light-weight, ya mind aint in the right-state//
you must have carpel tunnel.... cause you cant even write-straight!//
you cant fight-fate... like smokers in the three-mile//
get left in deenial as i 'hit you up' like speed-dial//
your rep is in the shits-division like you just got ripped-in-prison//
i spit-just-wisdom while confusin cats with mysticsm//
fuck just-dissin, youd think i just insulted his-religion//
bitch-just-listen as i send-this-vison 'for you end-up-missin//
or i leave you bent-an-hissin after this next-incision//
youre just wastin my time, like havin sex-then-kissin.....

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?Anonomous?

Listen up newbie to the disses from yours truly,
if rhymin was a whip you be labeled as a hooptie, your flows are dootie,
your like a g rated movie, your style is cartoonish,
actin like you can rap, ur foolish, like ashanti,
when niggas diss you you probably run to your mommy,
no one can stop me, cuz i'm jus to hot gee,
if my style had a name it be too hot for rb!!!!

yo yo look at dis guy deeni//
man since i have to diss u..u gotta die//
tha day u beat me is tha day Pigs fly//
when i shoot mi rhyme tha bullets will go threw u//
tho i am having trouble finden ur brain//
u sure it bigger than a seed or a CoRn grain//

check it hoe...deeni is a girl...so why did u say shes a guy....
no one wants u on RB so please say the word....goodbye!....
u been on rb for like a day an u already got ur first loss....
why dont u join my crew???...jus so i can show u who's boss....
u must think of ur rhymes on the toilet thats y he got that for a avy...
couldnt beat me if u payed me....u better be ghost' like patrick swayze....

yo yo

not a coincidence, that ya next to get dissed/
like keyd up a toaster i'll heat ya text to a crisp/
ya rep'll get split, not like ya had one anyway/
it's justa cypha forum yet more run like shepney za/
ya best behave, nigga culdn't cut it close with a wesley-shave/
so hold ya breasts, and complain about bustin/
on target with flows? if thats aimin at nuthin/

HEY! i got a dictionary buddy, take it home-an-study//
cause your vocabulary looks completly gone-an-ruddy//
this man just needs to take a seat an sharpen his vocabulary//
i only fuck with smarts cats, while this man-is-jerry//
i wanna take you to the river an toss-you-right-in//
cause I dont wanna read who you lost-to-in-pen//(battles)
my rhymes are dime pieces, so they'll cost-you-a-ten//
an im a snow machine, i make frost-shoot-at-men//
ya reputations droppin-out as i rock-ya-clout//
cause your punches are so weak the ref would knock-ya-out//
i never talk-with-doubt even when my glocks-not-out//
youre 'from my chest' cause i ate you yesterday an coughed-you-out.......
gyeah

The Anonomous One
Peace

So cold i'll make your hot tracks de-hydrate...
Anonomous MC, LOL, the famous RB flyweight...
You could'nt spit hard if Vinny Jones were to hock-it...
I'll help ya vomit, this guy still rates metal gear solid... (av)
Got jackshit on your battle record, neither have i punk...
The difference? He wont put the real ones up...
I've started the hunt for the foolish cheats...
Now lemme rip this back out your ass, rest-in-peace.

you couldnt Rip if you had a tore shirt
you aint no tom boy, go put on a skirt
put the mack to yo neck and you will spit hot shit
stop, quit, you will never have hot lyrics
you wasted my time cauze it's ancient
i ate yo ass up like a microwaved hot danish
this is a flawless victory like mortal kombat
you came on R.B. cuz you a wanna b copycat

im out