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u r a not a verb u's a herb dat lives in da suburbs//
so stop rapping herb// i will cut u up into onions and make u cri, u fagoot ass crakhead guy// u r not sly, u r not fly// dunt suck my dik you prick// you wack off a stick, i'll hit you hard with a brick// i'm the best emcee// your nowhere near me// im invincible i'll send you to the principal// WACKNESS DISS... Person below ME shud post a wack verse too... |
your not worth my time.
get out of here, you cant rhyme. your dealing crack, while im hittin hoes. your worse doped than i retard with pigeon toes. your like a black sopt on a striped tail. if your so smart, than go to yale. i hate dealing with these cowards. you cant match up to me, im a tree and your a flower. wack diss to Falukun |
hitting hoes, i though you wasa woman///
but i'll crack you so hard, ya voice willl sound like a man/// you need to get a tan, you pale as fuck// i'ma do the birdcall in bitchslapped and watch you duck// i'm better, you are a homeless girl that need money// but you cant be sweet if you were covered in honey// wack |
im done playing with temperate spits, ya couldnt lip a kiss. cause with the opposite sex ya gentle, like the rules ya wouldnt hit a chick. thats why ya spits get ripped. your an easy KO, a left hander. ya punches hit nothing real, if ya aimed at nipples ya couldnt give breast cancer. theres purpose for ya absence, ya a marksmen without a target. murder on these purple boards. im mrs. plum, ya scarlet. ya destined to choke dopely. wackness, either ya gift or ya talented virtue. like ya said yaself, wack. it ends here at Falukun Merk II. |
YO Verbal!!!
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LMAO... come see me in bitchslapped or elevated bitchslapped! The forum is "Diss the person above you". Did I strike a nerve or sum'n? lol... Y'all take shyt too seriously around here... all ya did was boost my ego by responding so late...lmao again... when ya ready to holla at me just say the word... shyt'll be up in bitchslapped .... either accept the battle or go about ya business....and stop being so bitter....ctfu |
aight seriously....
ill couldnt spit sick if ya had aids and i ''cut-ya-tounge'' bitch is so stupid he dont even kno where the ''fuck-his-from'' [check b/lo av] if ya sneeze on crack thats the only way ya ''grams-ill'' hes book of rhymes is labeled dump b/c its full of trash like ''land-fills'' after this quik diss this ''herb-will-be-confused'' b/c now he knows he doesnt have to pick on chicks to get ''verbally-abused'' comeback no beef |
didn't mean to mess shyt up for you but I've become the latest victim of hate for some reason... and uhh... since ya name happens to be above me...lol..
talkin bout i couldn't spit?... but you ain't spittin' nothing either you "weaker" than "7 days" ... no effort used for me to beat ya i'll eat ya in text, beat ya to death, creep where ya rep keep you in check ... y'all kill me with ya'll beef on the net this just a quic-"key" to show you that niggaz ain't gettin with me if ya wrote ya reply on paper with my name ya couldn't rip me |
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i'm a veteran rapper, apocolypse novelist and a deep writer i dont act i'm severin' actors....you dont ride da streets you a meat ryda so take those coks out ya ass i only pull the glock out to blast bettin' against me......will have you diggin' ya pockets out for cash i dont play no games my flow flames your a no-name your so lame go train battlin you is no gain like handicap and ya retarded wit a slow brain |
ill grammatix:
wack niggas get wet from what da hammer spill u call ya self ill grammatix when MY grammar ill son ya not sick you just a crackfiend cus u be stickin' needles up da ass and it aint vaccine |
how da fuck you wanna diss? what da hell is a trentorican?
stay in ya place and shut ya face when older men are speaking you running off at the mouth? that's how ya get ya body leaking defeating me ain't an option...dick's the only thing you beatin! |
Hey man, I can say "Trash" cos thats what you are//
Vaccines are pointless for you, needless to say you won't go far// We need the vaccines to block your poor rhymes out our minds// You irritatin as nappy rash, you give asprin a headache an thats jus bein kind// I think you'll find, if words you try to rhyme, are made up they'll be out of time// Trentorican ain't a word it's a name, that put you to shame cos you jus mime// Immitate madonna cos ya wanna be her lover, white chicks don't bite// But you be suckin dicks an givin licks to pricks, so don't even try to fight// |
illmatic, never that
when arch brings the static, gat set scences tragic, that have you vanish like magic, ive had it, you had your 2 cents that was the bad bit but bitch bustin's like cussin im tryna kick the habbit a hazy baby? white rabbit raps got you goin crazy your flow fails to amaze me its like your writing in a daze G cos YOUR flows tooo :nono: crazy |
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i heat you up fucka keep ya cool "diss da person above"....read da rules who am i? da puerto rican from trenton steppin' to me will have you leakin from weapons sleepin' from wessons...get left jointless ya bullshit is dull bitch to pull a full clip is pointless |
look all destroy any toppice place in front of my iris's//
detoxify it like a copp bustin tweek viris's// i leek sick flows // got more ecmees thinking about it mor then a fat boy thinkin about his bakery rolls// |
I see ill bling aka UG, ignorant arrogant lightweight MC, steppin' to peeps that I can not believe...
Now Jesus, be gone your wack lyrics are takin' too much room in this cypher thread Leave typin' to real textee beasts before we leave key prints on your head I see that you 'leek' sick flows Better get your sinuses checked homes, or blow your nose I'll be the baker, and you can be my dough Get heated by these lyrics and rise in my stove |
World War? is that one or the repeat//
Makes no difference, you still easy to defeat// Cypher beats that heat the greetin, adversary to foe// From fourty fives to meat cleavers, we'll see to it you don't grow// I rise above, I know cos I see you below, like the love of André// Keep ya whack rap to yaself, 15 posts in 8 months, you nothin compadré// |
i got a riddle, what cant diss an would pop a gun to only miss?
what type of mc would wear there moms panties an pretend to be female..? this is a rap attack on full scale.. all hail, the lord of the ring.... i aint talkin bout the movie i mean riddle whips out his dick n does his thing.. with the opposite sex.......... this just text, an ya still closin ya eyes...... i aint even hit the caps lock yet an ya still prayin to the skies.... ''lord help me, dope is gonna commit a sin''.. but 'merkin' aint in the 10 commandments so once again i win! |
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u gon' leek loads of blood i'm top notch so see like you know whats up get dropped 4/5th clip pop till u flow a flood blizzard hearted vains cold as fuk u cant cope wit da rough become da bottom of a joke aim tough wit da scope to hope is not enough |
u get treated like a dog in da worst way
ill feed u a doggy treat da day of ya birthday bitch den blow out all of yo candles u put mo beef on yo plate dan u can handle hit chu n da gut wit dis sawed off handle have ya tastin dese hollw tips swallow it and watch ya choke on ya ribs trent u get treated like a family at a bbq i got 1st dibs............By Lady T |
this dude is trash y spit no ones gon read it/
i could merk him wit ease but he like please keep it a secret/ |
Shake spear quivvers in his lil "puss in boots" 'afore I shoot//
Got no loot so left in puddles of blood, laugh then I skoot// Why fear shakespear he done told you a love story// Nigga's so childish i'm surprised he ain't lead presenter on ballamory// I'm bout to make this shit get gory an shoot ya down in a blaze of glory// Live in public housing right next to mister singh he's so annoying// Welcome to the layer cake son, an you done started at the bottom// But you ain't ascending cos you ain't a legend, you forgotten// |
punchline diss to riddlemethat:
my hearts with the lord and mind in the books, the rest of me's poudin the keys. make you a pound of debris, im no virgin... 1 on 1 with me and youll textually transmit disease. LOL. spit back. |
bells ringing everyone look at the hunchback
in the corner getting laughed at, wearing that dunce hat |
streetryda state tha truth
u ain't know ryda in tha streets I heard you's a dickryda in between tha sheets |
Yo Unknown, I'll get your face blown, while u packin a cone, when I see you I lock n load.
Your hidin becos your a wife abuser, matter fact Double L stands for Lucked-Out Loser. Your words are flat and unoriginal, I always get reminded when Im eating a Pringle. |
Yo Colobus, U not ready fo a king
I went soft on dickryda But I'm a scope u wit tha beam Then tag u up wit these bullets on a bulletin board U don't wanna fuk wit tha L nicca we Lock-N-Load it an ready fa more............... |
Man that diss was mildy entertaining, I know when u type u were really straining, u got parkinson so I know u were really shaking.
Tryin act mysterious but ur an average chump, bet u got worse lookin hair than Donald Trump. Don't mess with me, I can be decievin, my raps belong in the Bible, it's somethin everyone will be believin. |
101 pages gone, eXpLiCiT cOnTeNt one colobus... none,
your hypes gone, your nothing but a sizzled out bomb, i use multie confectional punchlines, leave you dead in the dirt, make you dress in a skirt, syllables leaving you nothin but hurt. |
your unkown cuzm your rhymes as extremely weak
take that dick out of your mouth, then try to speak just being discrete to excrete the shit of of this ass shattered your dreams cuz this nightmare shatters glass askin people to start passin a lil more dick your way virgin emergin from the uk strivin to find some male forplay i could shit on you all day wait till you spit somethin more gay i aint got the time to waste on this fag, so ill smoke you quick* lickin some dick like all those male on male prono flicks shit thats gona be the only way you spit something slick *in the UK a cigarette is called a fag |
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^^^look at this shit here....2 critics that happen ta rap^^ battle me then...thats where shit gets real untill then shut tha fuck up...an put sumthan down. an this aint punch line cypher..yall niggaz must really like tha taste of dick.HATIN ON A CYPHER..this aint a real battle nigga..LIKE I REPLIED*BATTLE ME!!!THEN TALK SHIT LATER! |
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So Trump is yo Idol bitch nicca u my rival I'll scope yo ass down wit tha oke 6 on a rifle C u a lightweight but I'm a grand champ I'll shoot u in yo leg an make yo dick stay limp Uhh Ohh I'm spreadin roomas I got a headache an it's not a tuma Colobus u don't stand a chance cuz yo wife told me late nite was yo last dance |
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Dickryda, in tha U.S. a fag is something dat got past down from ya dad an I'm from Tennessee nicca so u know dat I'm serious Cashville's on tha map 4 rap so I know dat chu feelin dis hot breaf ass nicca yo gal won't let u eat tha twat conseder jackin off wit them pron flicks yo ass watch. |
Let Me Jus Say Damn Homey You Couldnt Spit If yA Mouth Was Full of Slob
U Got Them FAgs eatin Ya Dick Like Corn On A Cob U Say U Unknown Wit Lines Like That I Understand how Im really The champ And u Wanna B A Man im The Realist So u feel dis ....u Wanna take A stand like kerry Did bush im gettin Jokez outa This Debate Frie You up N Serve You On A Pussy Smellin Fish Plate Dont Hate |
U Claim u a King
when u really ain't shit Cripset murfukka u can't make a man outta a bitch Hold up wah I'm doin wastin fukin tyme, u a Funky Ignorent Show Hoe dat took a bite outta crime yeah nicca dis yo murfukkin feedbac don't eva challenge a champ when yo ass is a rap reject |
nothing personal...but your name says it all...
eee-gads!!!...with talent like that you'll remain "the unknown artist" no flows is a no go, no petrol...ya roll slow, get out the vehic and park it! see the behemoth and start shit...then you'll get eaten like sharks bit... r u even this retarded??? regardless, i decease fools, n ur leavin' departed pleez believe n ur thots bitch, conscience and inner demons, dont start shit i make more then scars kid, u'll be hard hit like targets when im armed wit... arms that rip off ur armpits, alarms hit...and im still dumpin' 'till disarmed clips gosh darnit!! i'll keep it simple imbecile, not invisible like hidden compartments ...plain and simple, ur pitiful...dont procreate, if u do, jus' keep 'em from r kids i'd hate to have to harm them for your tacky, whack and pathetic garbage .....'nuff said. nah, im just playin' with ya homie. keep on keeping on. one. super...of crhyme sindicate |
Batman! Robin! Someone hit the bat-light!
this cats gone need professional help if he put up a fight This mans supposed to be big ballin but he just fat bummin if he had to be his favorite villain- he'd prolly pick catwoman "stop" "pumpin" "ya" "lines" "with" "quotes"... you need a steriod lesson Talkin bout "EEEGADDS?" its the hip hop ELROY JETSON you was made for cartoons so bitch stay in ya place cuz you just a punk clown tryin to rap- i can tell by your face i know yall caught that "the joker" punch |
illmatico like nas...but you rap like pras from the fugees//
some suckah from a movie..you ill you couldve fooled me// trully...I know its already been told...// im sick like cancer patients facin death... you just ah common cold// this situation is lovelly...cuz im replacin the odd// this cypher is diss the person above me!...I couldnt cuz then Ill be facin GOD!!// with ur fertalizer lines Ill turn ur rhymes into sod..// this niggas bitin..hes the rappin body snatcher his ass should be placed in a pod!! |
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I aint a killa, but don't push me, trust me, tin man muchin pussy up in his grill, the girls gush thrush, see my games unloaded, my steels far from cold it took the holes in you flow and unloaded now hold it! ya need to bow down, a clown, -your flow needs christening... praise the lord, for forgiveness -and hope that he's still listening... you rhyme on rations let reality crash in cold steel's jammin lights, camera, Action now front or face my faction cos shit CAN happen! -arch out |
Quick dawg, ya spit needs a fix, ya structure's a mess
u lethargic about rappin....what, is u fuckin depressed? i'ma leave ya heart wit no beat--dead n stuck in ya chest serious--u oughta be slain fo bein so wack, it's nothin ta' jest i think it's funny the way u spit.....as if u claim the best well u dead wrong bitch, keep elevatin cuz i aint impressed |
You just a pussy, so I'll push ya. I'm tellin him//
Bitch bitin lines from hip hop master Eminem// Whack ass wannabe style, what you writin with?// Dyslexia or paranoia? Either way ya style's just a myth// Incomplete sentences that run together, are you an amateur?// I hammer ya, with constant confrontation that hails for elevation// But you jus masturbatin, to that 8mile tape you tapin// This fight I'm instigatin's gon deal with your frustration// Cos in the end you nothin an this game I'm the king in// This was for "archieDX" |
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