D kid what you come back for
Didn't you here your mom's a crack hore
Homo? Is that all you can say for yourself
Jesus why don't you try somethin else
Control handles you must be talkin about games
Shit that lines gona put you in the hall of shame
You gona put persistant heat to my lungs huh
Only when I jack you for pot leavin you stunned! duh
The only pressure I'm feelin is that of your crappie lines
The only sun that's up is the one seein you when your diein
Van Illa dosen't melt anywhere at all I thought you knew
Mabye I'll have to come back again killin your crew

Your funny man, comin through like a bunny on easter
Sittin there gettin bloated out large like a feaster
Like Randy Johnson comin out on the field to play
After I cut you, you'll have to sow yourself like hay
I'll have you layin there like the whales of august...beached
Since your my dog well go to the old school doctor to get leached
Dont worry, you don't have to be like Michal Jackson with me
Cause it doesn't matter whether your black or white.dont you see
I'll leave you with your mouth wide open..Like J-Lo screaming
Or just leave you wondering like I left your mother fiending

VanIlla, you chillin' there like you somethin' neat
Sit right back and have yo-self and somethin' sweet
I got more styles than your mom, your dad, than your whole damn street
Betta wait up while I rock this screen,
You be cryin' all night if I get too mean
No matter, I'll let you off light tonight J...
Before I say somethin' rough and make your hair go gray.

Come on Captain Tall, don't make me show you how to ball
I'll come at you soundlessly standin over you makin you small
You may try to play ball me cause your the captain of your bunch
Like crunch, that's the sound of the cereal I'm eating for lunch
You can try to rock the screen, just let me get right to the point
I'll make you transparent, like the smoke that comes from a joint
I'll cry, look here son, no other emcee ever had a dryer eye
Like maytag I'll have you spinning around cleaning up pie
You'll let me off light tonight, well that's good man that's okay
Because I'll come back at you heavy like those kids from NWA

Cot dayum Van, you still on here tryin rap
Perform to my gun, n one of two claps
Yo im done w/ you wack chaps, bah bye
I'm leave ya vision 50% cos im Pop eye
Oh gotta go, enuff ammo on dis mammal
like mimed waiters, ya bring nothing to tha table...

You thinkin' I be lyin' bout yer cryin' man I'm gonna do some fryin' of yo ass if you be tryin' to step
To this
Son
Get yourself some help to bed for I knock you in your round-ass
Head
You just crunchin' on your cereal wishin' it was porridge
Like Goldi Locks who was diggin' in the fridge before the three bears came in
This nursery rhyme won't end so well for you
Cuz this time the little girl won't make it thru
You'll hear the key hit the lock before the bolt turns over
You're best off now under the couch with the family dog Rover
Too late, Papa Bear's here and he ain't munchin' on clover
He's tearin' of your head, nothin' left to be said
VanIlla Locks screams and falls down dead

To D. Silver
I don't get you kids talkin about your guns clapin
It's like your sittin with your mom's your toungs lapin
Your suckin on dicks..like your names J. Edger Hoover
I'm huggin your sisters curvs like a porsche tryin to manuver
Talkin about chaps, is that what you wear over in Auckland
I have you riding a roller coaster like your from Park Land
Your Pop eye huh, then why are your punchs so weak
Didn't get enough spinich in your pipe so you could tweak
Like mimed waiters huh? that must mean I'm not talking
And if that's the case then why are you rocking
Yeah, I said case because I took it Like my name was Mason
You know the one the guy named Perry hes the one your facein
I'm done with this guy with wack rhymes and fake crimes
I don't know why you rap, I guess your family fell on hard times

To Captain Tall
Look you need to put those fables to rest kid, put them in storage
Yeah, I'll go through the house forage and eat the pourridge
Talkin about three bears, that's okay I'll treat them like three hairs
You know like rabbits, like Rodger acting like no one cares
Man look, I'll leave you there dreading.... like locks
That you have on your door before any one knocks
I'll crush you... like rocks in a gravel yard are done
The pebbles I'll make from your body will lay in the sun
I'll never fall down dead, I'm just making a death deal
Like Satan.. look up at the big red guy and hear his laughter peel
I know what your wondering, can you make a deal with the devil
Well look, we can speak on that when you reach the next level
Speakin frankly, you'll thank me for slaughtering you now
This way at least your family won't have to wonder "How?"

Your name speaks for itself..it's creative but double-back..
The rules&terms..shud be 12 lines..just to add what u lack..
Kid..claims alcoholics..proves it's all talk..no reality, a fake..
Make him wreck his brain..litterally..
(Ur currently expierencin' wordplay)..ill make his skull break..
^Observe..it's somethin you'll never posses the wit for..
This man is pathetic, he hit rock bottom..& fell thru the floor..
...Last two lines..they resemble the end of your career..
Want to avoid it? go a few pages back..by clickin right here

witebred, that bastard, he did it again, DAMN HIM!
your the man? you only did a little better than kazaam did
collapse your chest "this is the big one" mr. sanford
to be able to inable you to stop usin ur life liquids
is somethin i take pride in, some think im a dickhead
but i can tell ya this much, i'll throw a discus at your back disks
usin stealthy ninja shit, combat word tactics
backflip on your adams apple and snap ya head backwards
its a natural occurence that im a natural disaster
take it from the first line...now YOUR callin me a bastard

this was like 2 minutes of nothin, i had to go to work....someone rip the SHIT out of this please....

Ur footnote is fortune tellin & ill draw this prospect quick..
Cud cover ur words in vaseline & they still wudnt be slick..
Hardly directed punches, or attempts at it, at me, ur blind..
..Wite is out of his mind..thows weak 'fronts' like a behind..
Quick to destroy this Bred..this inbreed of a herb..disease..
..Ur last sentence..basically means..can i d/r you please..
Included more wordplay..then a dictionairy in a playground..
^Dont get it? get this.. Ur simply unworthy of a next round..

He's an expert by his own admission, in any given field...
And if I believe my own suspicions, he's an expert on tha kneel.
Blowin, suckin...I gotta explain that or he'll never understand...
Cuz it's hard ta pay attention, when ya got balls in ya hand.
So give up tha loss, Ace, it ain't right ya front dope like that...
Cuz the way ya give it all out, ain't no way ya gettin it back.

Additional rule; no feedin, cause thats basically all u did..
..I guess you ment to hit 'reset form' instead of submit..
Cause..no way you wrote that..& have 93 wins..no way..
..A simple remain of ur temp. FL field..you chose to stay..
Lost count..how many times now ive put this kid in place..
..Been here forever..
..This is the peak of his career..in the same thread as Ace..
Denial is futile ill recapture the moment like a freeze frame..
..Wack,simplistic,average..below par..B2k..its all the same..

^ Who is this straight ace?, avy eyeing me like a faggot,
I don't want you near me, this win? fuck, you can have it!,
8-0? what's that you say? i guess this RB's a shitty site,
Either that, or you bite, dick ride, cheat, AND prewrite!,
Avy represents it well, (I) see you as diseased and rotten,
Who are you to pick a fight?, make yourself useful and pick cotton

Nueromancer dude whats ur problem? - He's gotta chip on his shoulder cuz his boyfren lost tha condom/
Your New to RB n im sonnin dese infants, Its lik children to a grown pedogfile im looking for innocence/
Neuro acting blk wen he spits - what a lying~hoe, I'll give swords to mics n make ya wish u stuck wid keepin ur hands on vynle//(avy)

blah was bored!

neuromancer, new-romantics basically sit the same way
both tryna write... all gay... and all ya lines are played
coming onto the sight... start dis'n it do ya think thats right?
deception gets ya no where... ya'll beat no one, like a shadow fight
ya couldnt drop tight with a bungee holding ya weight
leave the lyrics to the men... go back to ya gay porn n masturbate

god damn what dev said makes him one of the illest heads
go on and look at the way he just tore that newbie to shreds
this kid obviously cant find a cat to pick on thats his own size
to afraid to battle the wise,so he destroys 150 post small frys
this cat gets no respect, his presence is a love hate thing
we love it whens hes quiet, and hate it when his ass sing

lol that was gay lol

MiddleWeight, just another canibus Rip-off,
Quotin linkin Park, I perform majik to make the room-rock,
Yeah, new, but 'n00b' is just another title,
The way i perform is vital, Your just another recitel,
They say pracice makes perfect, Were did you go wrong,
472 posts, still goin strong, I'll split soals, and thats were u belong.

aight Jix, ima spit this shit quick, n deliver it
put ya in a headlock with my words, and make ya submit
gasping for air in attempts of living one more day
you tried to dodge me, but didnt even sway
so while your on the ground, stiff and lifeless
i kick you your body off a cliff, relieving all my stress

tired n late... w/e

If this wuz a gay party, BlowNDro would be the host,
the only thing cool about dis kid is the picture on his post;
U new to this cypher, I can tell wit them weak ass rhymes,
didn't u read the rules, ur supposedta write six lines;
U callin' that nigga "cupake", when ur the one who's sweet,
nigga be lookin' at gay porn, feelin' his self like Tweet;

Who's Next??

Zach da Ripper takes his name form a london killa
he never killed MEN, jus women like this kid spitta
hes got play,d lines... jus go up look at mine
it closes with the same... without the 'sweet/tweet', lame rhyme
need elevation ya 'in the shadows'.. behind the light
ya avy's right... masked with a knife then you might win a fight

dev, dev, dev, first crack that leg, n break that mic arm,
no matter how you beg, you wont cause lyricist no more harm,
comin out cappin on a wanna be killa, no you aint no iller,
when on the furealla, u got cotex in ur ass as a filla,
watch this wig splitera, roll-up an hit ya,
no one wanna know ya, so for br's get the f*ck up outta.