that's obnoxious, so fuck any raps ya try to bomb-with/
first thing ya needs oxygen, deeni wut the fuck i need oxygen/
cuz when i see ya name i laugh myself into cardiac-often/
ya rhymes are a waste, storyline or not ya bad-ace/
like when i turn up the stove and pot ya past-baked/
damn i can't hate, ya got some potential/
but first ditch the name and give those 2 verses back to rental/

so ima rip this nigga named cutastraphe/
dust past quickly/ bust ass then flee/
cuz i aint got no time for these weak mcs/
who speak empty/ and try n fight, bitch don't tempt me/
i aint scared cuz u got mo posts than me/
wit all the drops in the world, u still ain't close to me/

there's nunother than wannabe's in these cyphers/
tha only other vet is cutastraphe, and he's not even a biter/
this kat from cleveland could pull an all-nighter/
and still respect me n all other MC fighters/
u came back in tha game almost a year later of pickin out ur rap name/
and 75 posts is nowhere near being able to have any type of fame/
spider man ain't savin tha neighborhood n ur not friendly/
u couldn't use enuff spider web to end thee/
all i know is that i gave u arachnaphobia/
then threw in tha movie 8-legged freaks, been nice knowin ya/

This mutherfucka thinks hes some guardian angel,
i'll tie him up by his arms n ankles, and fill em up wit painkillaz,
then start poundin on his chest like he was some gorrilla,
man made heart attack, no angel is gonna bring you back,
your gone forever, comin back never, not even wit some wings on your back,
your lifeline is permanetly flat, now how you feel about that!!!!!

that diss was weak, dude, and ur name is sh!t/
165 drops... thats the best u came up wit?/
dee-ni/ gettin bust straight in the-eye/
this light-weight/ is quite jake/ he can never be-I/
dude i'm killa, u cant be me so what is the fuss about/
yes im a gurl, but u still stuck wit my nuts in yo mouth/

Deeni your talking shit about a guy who has more merit than your lies/

I am sure AgellicallR would hand you a K.O. ~2~ no ones suprise, cuz ya lyrics ~R~ tried/

I think ya fell off that *Ferry*~N~ bumped ya Head ~N~ now weary cuz ya whackness is scary/

With sorry pre school rhymes, pathetic is how I define, ya just a true waste of time/

Always texting like ya hard ~N~ inclined to damage our minds, but ya soft as a Dime/

We don't pay you no mind, cuz ya Bling is lacking the shine, ~N~ ya 'Sour Grapes' will neva equate ~2~ wine/

So fuck off and die, or run to mommy and cry, tell her bouncer spit heat thru ya eye/

yo look at bouncedoggydog
i think he a wanna b snoopdoggydogg fraud
i'ma erase ur ass as if u were a dot on my page
i'ma like a magical sage wit rage thats about ta end ya days
o my god, quit ur bitchen, and picket for tha gays
every thing u say, ends up as blah blah blah
look now, i think this foll needs first aid
his skin well its turnin a different shade
o, neva mind its jus tha color of a gay rapping fag

hey kenoras,glad to see ur here to play
quit messing with the doggs b4 you meet the AK
pretty lil kitten needs to be nutered,shes in heat
fuck this forum,i wanna fight u,lets take it to the street
battle rappin turned gun clappin,all cuz ur mouf keeps yappin
guess im gonna have to shut it,sew it up,grab ur neck an snap it!

your record shows your skills & you droppin fast,
in this RB battle league you end up last/
nearest you got to a 'native life' is when you 'camp-in',
your only hope of a vote is when you start dick riding/
your name is like ya sex life showin ya man 'ken-ur-ass',
next time you called out be like a QB & make a pass/

vote on this it's gettin slept on:

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...highlight=domN8

Aimed at kenoras sorry ass
 

Do you really think you cease the dog from speech? When ya clinging to the game like a leech/

With Gello flimsy bars ~N~ references ~2~ famous Rap stars?/
Please do you need some new scars? Another lose to go far?

Smells like ya Rap eminated outta ya Ass, along the way passing thru fermented Gas/

Ya styles booty like trash, in a spectrum of color along the lines of reruns from M.A.S.H./

I'll teach ya rookie ass a lesson, better aviod my Smith ~N~ Wesson/
Cuz when I get to spitting ~N~ Splitting my rhymes ~R~ Hitting not Quitting ~N~ ya gona need a blessing/

With a name like an Indian Guru, ya should know better than to fuck with a True Sioux/

Don't make defeather and tar you, ~N~ leave a trial-o-tears just to find you/

Looks like somebodys been listenen to a little obie,
cuz i saw a little similarity in your first line, or maybe i'm just losin my mind,
it must've been the babblin in your rhyme, you lost your time to shine,
now your shine is mine, robbin you blind of wuteva kinda skills you posess,
so come correct or dont come at all,
cuz i will be the one your blamin for your downfall, its your last call,
your last time to speak, uuppp time is ova now meet my friend heat!!!!

to think this kid has clamed the "skill"
had to go back rewrite and add me to his will//
kid been here for bout wat 7 months now?
he musta been postin in RR cuz there seems to be very lil posts wow//
flow all over the place you know i kno where he got those posts
wackness center should have this kid as its new host//

hey playa, you just been denied//
talkin like he fly high, but he sighs//
wishin he cood rap straight//
but u cant escape fate, like bill gates//
im rich with thots, but u smell like gym socks//
so go take urself to suck on more cocks//

kids talking about gym socks get shot
left to rot dizasterous bows before the boss
you ain't eastside i'll leave you burnt and fried
let my blunt ignite the angel writes too nice
get curb stomped and wiped off the nikes
don't disrespect of get sent to the light bitch

I can already tell you've never play'd to tha par//
Jumping dangerously in ta' rapbattles wit tha wrong avatar//
I should leave you wit scars, beat you down n' make you bleed//
But actually you see your just like tha rest of all these pussy emcees, prolly behind ya computer screen eatin cookies n' creme took in ya dreams, I'm here to scare ya leave ya wet in ya jeans as tha threat on tha scene//
Tha only light you'll send me to, is tha one in which sends shells right back at you...have ya feelin burn like tha jews, end up wit the life in tha news, so take that likin ta' choose while I'm litin my fuse//
They'll carry you off in a nice little carriage right with your parents
Bring you to death before marriage I'de be slightly embarrised//
Spit back fool so I can rip wit my tool..stand you up like a stool n' take you ta' school//