it aint about guns, you still sayin ya 9 blaster/
maybe ya intellect needs to rewind faster/
and remember what you put at the front of ya raps/
you're a big boy but ya still dumber than fat/
im mummerin facts louder than you can yell lies/
i exspel guys like you out of my summer school/

at least spell expel properly
it took you that damn long to answer me?
mummerin' ain't a word, you say my intellect gone
maybe you should go to summer school and raise your iq
you so dumb you can't find the vowel in iq bein' a newb
your bound to be bad at rap
so murmer somethin', and not the same old facts

haha *laughs at expel

your a "middle wieght" i've only posted 5 raps/
3 of them were wasted on your ass gettin classed/
but it was worthless, you'll still resort to stealin purses/
cause you cant grow up like a man till your in hurses/
im nursing this child, teachin him the proper way/
but he wont listen to what i have to say/
so i'll cut him off, im so above him call me southern cross/
hopefully your slide on my raps and they'll start rubbin off/

Best believe me man I think your a fuckin faggot
On so much dick its like extra baggage
I take in verse's to reverse them then kill
Turn tracks harder on homo's stronger than you in "tha Ville"
What I spit'll make you sit still this is not a game man
I'll tire you like Pilgrim's eating turkey n' ham their "triptaphan"
Bitter "being" I buddy ya boys up
Leave tha scene wit bloody voits n' a paint truck
I'm done sayin tha same stuff enough sprayin tha rage
This pussy above me is to scared to post where he's from on tha page
His flow's dumb sound's slow he's Probably young
Or he's old flow's stole so he's an unfortunate son
Its off tha record not lookin high I got him all shook up in his lies

I should belive you but its seeming more unlikly/
Since you can judge dudes on bein gay maybe you should just bite me/
You turn tracks i turn heads when i step in the club/
I'm the main dish like turkey your just the salt rub/
It's to bad this isnt a game or you would get the message "game over"/
Lookin like you need some luck after you didn't get help from that 4 leaf clover/
You were goin luke warm til you finished with lies/
Don't take rappin as job keep the one u got now "would you like fries"/

out 2 all u bitches...cum get me i dnt giv a shit hu u be..jus wait a while n u'll see...wen i rip rymes i take the time.my lyrics be dope u tha 1 hu aint gotta hope.watch how i fuck with ur mind usin only my lyrics.brace urself cause u gonna be in hysterics.u cant cum here n attempt 2 battle me...especially since ur rymes smells of dog pee pee..so i'ma finish this with R.S.V.P so the whole world can see clearly hu the number 1 mc be....

I won't even take my time to diss you learn to spell first/
I've read so many rhymes and that has to be the worst/
Only way you fuck with anyones mind is them tryin to figure out what u mean/
If you take your time writing that shit then its surely not seen/
We got hope unlike you your done/
Now the world see's the truest and im the one/

That shit was aight, but that shit wasnt tight/
Plus it probably took ya dumb ass all fuckin night

My lyrics are fatal, put yo ass in my fable/
Peta-roll! Bitch like a dominoe table

I spit hot shit until the day of my death/
You spit hot shit kuz of ya stanky ass breath

Tha only good line that you had was tha one about jobs/
You forgot to state your consists of suckin on nobs

Ha ha you've been merked and Im just about done/
How do I know so much about you? Ask your mom your my son!

Mine took about 5 looks like yours was done faster/
With that weak ass shit your now the slave im the master/
The name of the fable must be "I can rap"/
Sense fables are fake that matches your crap/
Only reason you spit hot is cause your breath is like the sun/
It's not about your lyrics cause with them you've never won/
That's really funny about the mom joke how long did that take/
"You've just been merked" shut up u know ur fake/

one and only left dumb and homely/
tick tock times up you still owe me homie/
generic now but soon yall know me/
as ice the dice rollin street strollin diss spittin ditch bitten emcee/
now lets kick up the intensity/

yo i got some rhymes to defeat deceit
nigga im stealin your life wit no receipt
they call you the mixmaster the 9 blaster
when i kill you they gonna call you the disaster
homie you soft as hell
i dont want to hurt your feelins you might go 'n' tell
i hope that you dont think that shit you spit was hot
cause you a sorry ass nigga log off 'n' give somebody else your spot
nigga i will break your jaw
you a pussy and like you my flo is raw
usin big ass words you a fuckin geek
i should bully your ass, did i tell you to speak

freestyle off tha head
bitch somebody continue tha cypha
dont come at me wrong bitch
who eva next can get it 2 muthafucka

Whatever I owe you you'll get paid back by my disses/
Like a kid with no shot all your raps have many misses/
Your generic then it must be in your genes to suck/
I'll always be on the seen cause im everlasting like Tuck/
Let's gone and kick up the intensity/
Your most intense and you still lose to me/
--for ice--

punk ass bitch name one and only
nobody like yo ass thats why you lonely
you from dallas so you a southern bitch
even a country nigga can get stitched
you soft as fuck scared to say my name
cause you kno cuff dont play no games when he got those things
i got all these niggaz shook
all yall can battle me at once i'll kill all yall niggas wit one hook
you new punk bitch and i am 2
but i didn't come to tha game a bitch like you
im from bad news and i bring bad news
i'll shoot you up and take your jewels

you want to be like me nigga
HA HA HA
you cant fuckin be like me
pussy be yourself

whoopti doo

i throw cuffs on you with chains inside my basement/
cut off ya leg then use prostetics as replacements/
bitch just face it, ya life has now been wasted/
what you own, i'll break it without no hesitation/
i take ya life and lace it, with stife and hatin/
so dont cross my patients, not even adjacent/

im hot like masons, your soft and fakin/
my words are paradise and yours are wasteland/
your lost, AWAKEN, to this boss in makin/
i take cuffs off this pig and fry him like bacon/