oh lord, tha blood on his sword runs in his Gene Pool/
let me guess ur a lyrical killa n ur dad was one too?/
fuck that, u couldn't kill urself wit ur gat/
ur too afraid to come, ur new to tha game, can u handle that?/
i heard better raps commin from tha sounds of Santa's elves/
and seen better commin on tha porno videos on tha top shelve/

Ya punchs'l neva b hard cus youz got a name of a girl
N ya diss's like gay porn...make me wanna pass out n hurl
Wings...stop playin ya self...only thing youz spreadin iz aids
Hatin people? this dudes into slipknot n it aint just a faze
Only hatin doves...cus they things with wings that r fly
Im killin ya slowly like Macy d's..or escorts doin drive-bys

directed at Angelica
 

i love you dawg!did that make you mad a little,
here pop some pills we call em red skittles.
tape you down and force feed until ur heart stops
fuckin ignorant ass lamer,why'd ur momz call the cops?
is it because she truly knows that you cant fight
oh well whatever,ur dead,good night.

Dont get all butt hurt! It's jokes!
 

Once again it's Pill Boy, I thought I killed ya with ya sista's vibrating toy/(weapons thread)

It's obvious ya back and whacker than crack, spitting cracker jack rhymes pulled outta ya anal track/

Raps coated with shit but when ya lips get moving ya aint saying Dick/

Question? Is ya Brain Numb, or is ya Plain Dumb? Either way Fame you'll neva Get Some/

Instead of RapBattles I think you need ~2~ visit NapRattles, get you some sleep ~N~ Blaze Saddles/(Just leave)

Knic Nac Have a Crack-attack ~N~ suck another Bone, I don't give a Fuck just leave RapBattles alone/

This fools likka retard mail man...718 posts n still a newb
Im punchin so hard ya sein tripples..i eat eat eat mc's like food
Sayin "bounce doggy dog" cus you watch to much animal porn
N youz been knocked down so much hes growin horns
This bitch only thinks hese tight cus his browsers faulty
N cant choose between bein wack or a herb so hes usin multis

dogg diggitty dogg!someone,give rover a bone
he's a well trained lil poodle who needs a good home.
sometimes he shits on my floor so i rub his nose in it
u really think thats a booger?thats really a corn pellet.
he aint no grand champion or prize receivier
he's a little skinny poodle that comes from a good teacher

Origin, ya know your whackness is making me snore again/
With a name like that I know you were made in a bed of sin/

You imbreed Hick Hill Billy Born to men, and a Momma named 'WhOri-Gin'/

Bitch fucked everyone of her Kin, From which is your *OriGin*?/

Misguided youth thinking he can Rap, Cuz ya Momma banged meat up side ya head while still in the Sac/

Your only relief from the Rythem ~N~ TAP was when WhOri-Gin took 'it' from the Back/

I bet you love it when Banjo music Plays, reminding you of Good-O'le times ~N~ ya imbreed Country ways/

So now that your Dismissed and lyrically Hit-less not to mention ya toothless, Ori-gin can just Suck this!/

(Pill Boy is next in line)

Listen up pillboy you could call me busdasteelboy,
cuz i'm bout to killboy wit the stainless toy,
cuz niggas sweet like chips ahoy, he crumbles under pressure,
you cant touch my texture, to rough for you, i bet ya,
i could have 16 hot bars sent through your sweater,
now you know betta, i'll jack you for all your chedda,
rippin you like shredder, i'll bury you so deep,
you'll find the buried treasure!!!!!

This is for dawg!!!!!!!

Fuck this i'm emptyin all lyrical clips on this bitch,
leavin your body wit a twitch, in a roadside ditch,
cuz i'm quick to flip the script, you aint wit this,
hope you ate your spinach, cuz your gonna need it,
help is what you need so you betta go seek it,
cuz i'll straight defeat kid, rhymes vicious like sid,
lines so hot they'll put burn holes through your wig!!!!

yo, deeni, ur raps so old ur tongue has grown mold/
oh no, u spittin like lil 4-year olds, 0-2, yet u still act bold/
i'm 2-2 yet i've had bout 4 no-shows/
u lost 2 many times to try to be actin like u goin gold/
i ain't tryin to beat u lyrically, or u would get merked/
3-0, no show, whicheva way will work/
i'll see u down tha line when u finally get good at spitten/
but i'll be dead by then, by so many times my mouth has been bittin/
n please don't forget it/

Listen up RUGRAT, i'll cut you up like crack, and sell you to the feens,
cuz i'm sick like i got a disease, motherfuckas melt when i breathe,
not cuz i got da hot breath, but cuz i spit the hot sets,
of versus, your worthless, dont give a fuck if you 2-2,
cuz you don't have clue wut i could do to you,
lyrically or physically, you'll get smacked silly, ya feel me!!!!!!

you again the born to be wack rhyme spitter
gonna get burned down in ur own house like poor ol hitler
physically ur fat and lyrics is a word u never knew existed
u should be glad that im elavating you and uplifting
to even recognize ur raps as even rap at all
sounds like jibberish but fuck it,aint my call

Obsessed Wit Pills, This Rap Is Addressed Ta Kill
So Discuss Wit Us How The Losing Contestant Feels
Youz A Bum On The Street So I'll Infect Ya Meals
Inspect Tha Real, You Ain't Readin' PillBoy's Projected Reel
Lemme Correct Ya Steal, You Da Pig Selected Ta Squeal
You Think You Protected For Real, Fuck Ya Vest and Pistol Plays
Leave You A Bloody Mess Wit Missles & AK'S, A Fistfull'a Haze
Gettin Blunted Throughout Each And Every One'a Of My Days
I Confronted Ya Raps And All Of Ya Punchlines Is Played
So It's CrunchTime Today, Leave You Slumped & Rhymes Decayed
As I Bump Lines'a Yay, Fuckin' Up Ya Back Up Like Hunched Spines in DisArray
Melt You The Nestle Crunch Kind Wit Burning Flames
A Fuckin Young Cat Think He Got Me Learning Games
Run Around Cuz You Pussy Hid So I Gotta Go & Seek At You........
I Guess In Yo' Terms I Got Pokemon Guns Cuz The "Peek-at-chu"

Fuck you and what you tryin to do, i'll make one less in your crew,
i've got more then a few, hot bars to hit you from afar, makin your brain ajar,
full head scar, i'm rb's czar, wit more then jus hot bars,
but ill versus, call the nurses, i need a checkup, cuz i got sick versus,
don't ever try to versus, the man who got lyrical curses,
rap voodoo, send fuckin sharp darts at you like chaka zulu,
put you through lyrical torture, fuck that,
your a immigrant to this shit, we should fuckin deport ya!!!!

previous verse was posted a lil late, i'll eat this coward toooo!!!!

Your rhymes are a joke, mouth should be washed out wit soap,
cuz your tryin to curse da game, true meanin of lame,
its a shame to see what happens when you dont wear a rubber,
all your life your gonna suffer, i feel sorry for your mother,
probably always said you were a mistake,
excuse she wasn't in the right mind state, it was her first blind date,
first time eva bein taped, there's only one thing i hate,
when a month later she was tellin me she was two weeks late!!!!