nigga com'on dog u kno my ryhmes are always goin esclate
like ya avater ya ryhmes suck u the 1 who needs 2 elevate

cause ya ryhmes a joke like a kindergaren drawin wit colorful crayons
nigga u fuckin wit blacq-ink my words is dirtyer than ya sisther used tampons

qiuck one... lol

black ink this for you boy...the gorvernor has sent the K.G.B



black ink i'm the baddest
austeeno why you go easy on the faggot
You supposed sharpen your axe and let him have it
He'll get his ass kicked
for being softer than fabric
elevate you must do
You did'nt sneeze
But my lines have blessed you

Rip you apart With My hands..and make this Kid Carlos BARE - it..
Like a trama in ChildHoods..I'd Kill your scripts while you Stare-in..
wack at lyrics and shitty in Audio..Your a Front of Hardness...
Just Like Fabio..your justa Side Kick Like LuiGie, I'd be Mario . . . .
you get no dates Similar to Phat Hoes..
Bones weak Like your fuckn LACK- TOES..Of milk and rymes you lack flows
your justa a Begginer shown by your One syllable rymes..I'm past Those...

You think you "killin in Cali"? I leave you feelin badly, When I shut down your "board games" like "milton bradly", You dont deserve this, They say It's split and I guess the Earths his, Burn you quicker than when herbs lit, The outcome of these punches is a couple burst lips, Unable to measure what my lyrical girth is........

Spittin' Headache ......
 

this dude vision is impaired, splited by fear/
seeing doubles? then u shouldn't type on here//
Guess What? there's a thing called Glasses it's something that you should have/
a perscription on those will help, cuz ya vision is that BAD :shocked: //
all blinded by the punches, u lyrically suck kid/
i entrall kats like you, leavin' em disfunctioned//

You think you split visions? well i devide site
Wack verses talent you first im secon got it guy?
I trickle down punchs, but these arent rain drops
these are falling fist that go up to make ya head bob
now dog le me see 50 cent to show you howda rob
fucka pop gunny ill make you faint ima heartthrob

Switch up
you bitch fuck
but you dont wemon sex
Thisa style You WISH you could see connect
dont unda stand yet?
lemmie get you facen facts
like i show court cases
have your letters fallin liek matrix
spike bars so whenya bite it flows taseless
lacking flavor when you spitten try salt
punchs get you a splitting heahache - mine or your sigs fault?

outcome came in last and out the closet
wearin mamas dresses and fuckin the bathtub faucet, i got a salad, wanna toss it?
a rare one like t-bones undercooked on the skillet
your minds half full so no fear for you to spill it
bite rhymes like pitbulls and vampires
tiptoe around my lyrics like acrobats on high wires
less word play than scrabble, i control mics-you dabble, i speak ill-you babble
you need to change your diaper, come back clean, hit up the next cypher, you're two minute, i'm a lifer

R-o-u-x, i see the info at the bottom to know what it means/
but dang why u gotta get a brief discription that long,to be seen?//
a book worm, who wanna know everything, tryin' to educate/
i bet you still a kid, packin' a dictionary to elevate//
faucets, thatz just sick, u mentally twisted/
i see other heads on this site, with rhymes they dish out is ballistic//

word for life, i'll stop this mid-wife mid-line before she starts a crisis/
she never tryed 'bis, don't let her avatar make conclusions on whos-the-highest/ (look at her avatar)
she aint nothin but 'BAD-NEWS', like a 'OBITUARIE'/ (look at her location)
when i give the 'SPICE-to-GIRLS', im not talkin about 'GINGER-or-SCARY'/
you aint down with a blue-crew, i could give you a 'PAW-PRINT', and you still couldnt have a 'BLUE-CLUE'/
im-through-with-you, you just-got-ripped, but it aint nothin-new-to-you//

another keystyle, no time put into it.

You may be illest-rated, but that means you're cartoon,
Which means you're for children who'll be growing up soon,
That in turn means that you'll quickly run out of fans,
Leaving you with only mickey mouse and daffy as your mans,
And as for rated the illest, that be out of who?
Because so far all i see is your ego and you...

@iLLeSt RaTeD

Nosfer now, as hot as a fosfer round, makin u drop to the burial ground/
Illestrated doesn't even know about nouns, and i'm gonna sell his flesh by the pound/
you shouldn't even be on R&b if you consider it//
Cuz ur barely a man, ur still illiterate//
But aslong as your here i'll rip on you if i must/
the only way your the highest is after u smoke that dust/
If i were you i wouldn't check the Obituaries in that paper//
cuz you'll be there tomorrow morning after this new caper//
i know your runnin now cuz your scared of nosfer's flavor//
I'd be suprised if she even looks at ur dis, but u really can't blame'er//
your a lame herb, i hope u catch an aneurism of this, cuz R&b would be alot safer//

Kid your Really just another Example of an I - Net - Nerd..
Afraid to Battle cuz your Wack..shown from your Record..
Your bitch is On my Nuts and you scared to Admit I'd Fuck Her
Your Un Experienced..Not Knowing the Diss when i Call you a Clucker..
Mutha Fucker's Like aflack you a DUCKer..I'd fuck your Mother..
but i'm doin you a favor and Keeping you An only Child, without a Brother.
your a Sucker..and wack as shit..R.b's Hoping you Dont Post Another..

@KiLLa_CaLi

First thing off you ain't no killa, cali/
The only thing u've killed is your game, milton bradley/
Your nothing but a toy, you shouldn't even rap for fun//
How u gonna bring up battling records if you 0-1//
You dont even understand half the punches i will inflict/
my girl would never get with you, cuz u dont even have a dick/
are you calling me a chicken or duck? i dont understand//
And u couldn't get my moms pregnant cuz u lack the prostate gland//

Now who is this Nosfer..your Hopeless Lke a Legless Kick Boxer..
And yeah Your Bitch I'd Rock'er..While you Play Sweety Leavin Flower's In Lockers.
Yeah I'm 0-1, but you Winnin me Is A No-son..Your faker then Chuck-e-cheese Tokens.
Im sick of weak rappers who dont Know Me..Your hands Your Only Friend without Him your Lonley, your Dick you Dun Shown Me..
it's Short Like your Skill fa Real..Swinger...Pull you around and Away Like a Wind-Mill.
Still..My wins against you would be Over the Hill..Over forty Fuck your Homies..
Wack is what they'd Show Me..Claimin there Thugs then Playin John Elton Oldies..

@KiLLa_CaLi


You really wanna know who nosfer is?/
you have come unarmed to a battle of wits/
Why the hell would i show you my dick?//
Maybe your moms showed you how it fit//
I'm going back back to cali cali/
If i ever see you i'm gonna drag you into an alley alley/
I'd take your jacket and your shoes but your style is phallic/
so instead i'd just put ur life in jeopardy like i was alex trebek/
I'd say you as gay as Elton John Gets/
but ur just played out like benny and the jets/

Just look at the lack of talent...
Kids posting crap acting vallent...
My lines cut like swords thru your brave heart...
Like Mels hand in contrversial films... I'm through this Pop tart...
Toasted creme filled... Yet your contents still chilled...
Crumbled your structures when you test my erupture...
Scriptures couldn't bring you a peice...
Then again you'd just resort to... Sexing ya neice...

so you sayin now that you're tough..oh please
i've heard a much better flow soon as i sneeze/
nosfer must be laughin as he read ya soft diss
even though you listen to X you wont be back in one piece/
you got sword..i got this chainsaw so test me
now all this cali weirdo pretending normal in RB/
you moron..LA dont need this false prophet
you must be in shame treated like a sex puppet/

Look at this pup trying to piss on my leg...
Dawg I'd flip your script and beat you with nine canes...
K-nine's the name but soft lines are your fame...To RB ya just lame...
Maintain ya shit stain, before I hollow you with spent grains...
Embed your frame like I did your dame whilst she screamed out my name...
Man's best firend... Establsihed in the way that you bend-rover...
Your Style folds like doggy... Or your girl in my presence... Bent over and groggy!

Bounce Doggy dog, this cat must be out of the loop,
up here soundin like a.... fake ass Snoop;
I bet you bite his rhymes, as hard as u bite dick,
he aint from L/A, this bitch is hick;
Makin up his life, he's just a cunt-see,
how you duck strays, bitch you live in the country;
This faggot does chores, on his dads plantation,
the people in his house equals half his citys population,
try and hold ya concentration, nigga i know that its hard,
got me feelin bad, for battlin a retard;
you cant hide it bitch ya Fear is a Factor,
I can picture this nigga, doin a drive-by on his tractor;
He gots a computer, oh shit... a red-neck dork,
talkin bout "fuck wit me and Ill... get my pitch fork";
Name brand chlothes, shit his mom made his shirt,
you know ur a red neck, when ya main ROAD's are Dirt;
Damn dog now I know, why ya posts are so slow,
I got high-speed, he still gots aol 2.0.

All of a sudden, any no-name bitch can become a mod,
thinkin you sweet dissin these rookies but it's just a fascade,
I'm a walkin commodity, jive-talkin cuz I'm a prodigy,
your rhymes are so full of filler that each line needs a labodemy,
bouncedoggydog ya name's straight from the eighties,
I could rob you and walk off like you was a group of old white ladies,
I got rabies in each and every syllable I spit,
my bites leave streaks on your ass like your draws is smeared with some shit,
face it I'm sick and you've been played more times than my Atari,
jus be quiet and call yourself Ruben cuz your rhyme-scheme is "Sorry"...

blah on same-time posts.....

...

Pink-Panther and we still think this Kyd aint Queer...
Jeez, You still have atari? I suppose its PS2 you fear...
You wouldnt Come across Strong if you were an metallurgical engineer...
Jixi's much more than a Volunteer...Im the fucking Persivering Pioneer...
Rabies? Old Lady's? What next this Jungle Kyd will quote Shady...
Peter...No wait, Marsha from the Mother fucking Brady's...

Jixi, what a joke, sucks so bad has to hide his name//
Fuckin' lame, after this merking ya gunna need a new game//
This cypher I own, you spit just trying to be known//
"New to RB", you gunna stay that way till your old//
Just look how he spits, so fucking new to this bitch//
How can you call yaself gangsta, still wearing Abercrombie and Fitch?//
Dude, just stay outta the cypher, im too difficult to dis-cypher//
How can we take ya seriously, when dicks make ya hyper?//

Golly gee, pardon me, I didn't notice you even existed,
you two good lines outta six, so letme hurry up and fix this,
you must have it twisted cuz I'm not livin in the past,
my vernacular is in the present and it's currently kickin your ass,
I done caught me a live one, a real fisty textcee,
you couldn't be on my level if you was standin next to me,
but I can respectfully look past this little incident,
cuz it's parallel to you Jixi, and your little pencil dick,
I've seen way better spits comin out of a dugout,
now I'll finish this deeble bitch by sprayin him with bugout.

god damn you people, letme respond! :cussing:

:laugh: my bad man..

I think it's cute, representing a cartoon//
Let me guess..ya hang out at the park, selling balloons?//
That's aiight though, a fagget dude just trying to get by//
Or get high, after this spit the doc will recommend suicide//
Or rather leave the sue-aside, sueing me ends in cutastraphe//
Yo straight blasphamy, cuz what i spit is masterpiece//
Call it art, call it skill, call it whatever you like//
You prolly dike, hiding behind the shadows of the mic//

Now it's Paradise lost, his word's are left at a loss
Nigga sold out at cost with the last dice toss
Who says "Golly Gee" wait shit now it's prolly me...
well at least im not as fake as you and dat bitch Dolly P.
Ya white trash whore frontin as if he's J-ville's hardcore
accordin to lore I tapped ya momma n she screamed "gimme more!"
"gimme more! young man my son just couldn't fulfill"
I said "that's just sick maam" then I left her wit a bill...

What this nigga writes is wack, not even worth a Magnifi-cent//
Your shit is old school, i tear ya up, you'z as good as spent!//
Nice av, you're rhymes blow so you try and look tough?//
All bluff, you easy as marijuana, all i gotta take is one puff//
This aint story time kid, this a cypha, a diss battle//
After this diss, watch him run to his mom and tattle//

i burn you and sepharoth.
best go and bless a cross.
leave you in a desert lost...
beggin me to "wet ya broad".
ya think ya angelic...
but just can't smell it.
till i take ya down to hell and
burn ya flesh till its smellin.

What a sad rapper, no structure or wordplay//
So gay, trying to get 100 posts the fools way//
Writing gay shit, prolly freeposts to death//
Unless, he's just natuarlly that inept//
JoeBird, any relation HoeTurd?//
Run you OvEr, like a fucking SteamRoller?//

blah..

Pair a dyce, this nigga wants the mic
but this bitch is two pussy, like a pair of dikes;
Does anyone else see he's gay...or is it jestmee,
even this niggaz mascot's a pink pussy;
I made ur mom do chinups, that bitch calls me Sarge
u dont run shit, nigga,u give head to the "head nigga in charge'
Standin next to Jixi u put up a good fight,
but how u gon' be the negro in charge...when ur white??
U must be a fuckin homo.. u need to stop an think
u an Camron are the only two fags rockin pink

Wow dude, nice sig...ever consider "Zach the Wack"?//
Your black? Didnt think that was possible with me 'n ur mom in the sack//
But thats cool, skin color dont mean a thing, right?//
RIGHT? Black or white, Im bad news for you to-night//
Wow, whats the time? 1am and you're still up?//
Time for your piss test, now go pee in the cup//

..Thought that was all, just thought i'd write the minimum line requirements?//
you require-mints, and you should seriously consider retirement!//

You wanna see my dick soo bad.. he asked me piss in a cup,
its 1 am and him and his hand still makin midnight love;
His ass doin the C-Walk... like that shits cool,
rappin about history, u know his ass is still in school;
This bitch is on rapbattles cause he's deaf,
I might need a mint, but u got dick breath;
Bitch dont fuck wit me, i kill by all means,
how the fuck does ya mom put stretch marks in her jeans;
all u gotta do is stop rappin, while ur ass is ahead,
And hell no i aint ya pops, no matter what ya mopm said.

BITCH

Ill? well thats a front we know your not
quit son before you make another drop
Your just settin your self up to run off
waterfalls, what do i need to get T-boz.
now you lookin wet, do i needa get ya ma
you know fuck this pussy, he can barely crawl
still a baby, learning to rap, dont scare em
i guess good technique just isnt a-par-ent.
he's looking quite a bit fruity who knew guys
its godda be her way, pussy, g thats a surprise

This dude needs a life..we can already predict the OutCome..//
Talks about pussy when he hasnt even GotSome..//
Dude! I just thought of a name for this bum..//
Likes the dick so much, why not call him OutCum?..//

He'll remember this post the way i turned him back to newbish..//
Or maybe he'll forget the fact that he's been my fucking student..//
Face it, your complacent, your rhymes you prolly trace em..//
This kid is fucking hopeless, here, hand me your shoes again and i'll lace em//

well that was to Ill, but fuck you to zack
persistently wack, always forever will be crap
rip through your avvy to punch off ya mask
still a baby with no talent maybe it comes last
once you grow up itll come im sure it will kid
naw, not really.. i just got inspired by ya sig
sorry for the bad news, fuck you must hate me
um an for the record no you can not take me
my punchs dis-locate then trash your house
missy,if i saw your avvys face id spit in its mouth

why don't you just come out Out come?
we all know you daydream all day about bum (lmao)
sounds like you and Ill were meant to be lovers
or brothers, just keep ya incest under the covers
nobody want's to hear you ass rape each other
not even done proper, you can ask ya mother...
she'll say "Mag tapped this hag" and "Get lost ya little fag"
da reason i did her from behind is cuz she was on da rag
it's over now... im calm now i lyrically put the stamp on,
time to flush you and ya mom down da toilet like a tampon...

Magnifi-cent, do I sense jealousy in ya verse?//
btw, i meant no offense man, here, have ya purse//
I'm guessn the way you talk, you daydream about sex//
Whats next? still havent cleaned up from last nights mess?//

This dude knows alot about gays and lovers//
In fact, wasnt that you jackin off to a pic of yur mother?!//
You need to calm down, takin on to rappers at once//
You dunce, being "magnificent" is just one of ya fronts//

The last time we met, werent you sellin the blunts..?//
Fukin cunt, tryin to rap and pull off a 'bad boy' stunt//

BLAH..:laugh:

ALright listen here, you punk pussy nothing no bodie
I fuckin knock out your fatness like im winser pilates
your a puppet, now follow the rules you fake irv gotti
you dont breakdance, you just move looking stupid
my hearts in love.. with laughing at you.. it must be cupid
you dont come original, you see everyone else n loop it
i took it easy on you in my first set, i was warming up
fucking dumb slut, im at five percent, the way you suck
Why waste talent i know you wont make through climax
I connect back with words to have your face crack
well alright gunna punch then smack, fucka smack punch
i get you jacked n cryin like kids for there sacked lunch

the only out come here is that out come
will be out done, no need to shout son
i'm an established vet your a faggot shep
about the get blasted n' left on the side
of the street your entire presence is weak
i'll deaden your speech with a lesson in free's
cuz my keystyles will eat you mr. key with
no style, i'm bored as hell and writing this in
less than 30 seconds, .. so fuuuuuuuuuck you