KKBugz rymes R disgusting, Mentally unfit/
Dr. Sues resurrected to RB, too bad he sounds like this/
U a chicken headed nigga, and Im here to pluk Ur feathers/
Talk bout structure, U used scotch tape and still could'nt hold together/
U should apologize to these kids for thinking U could write/
Ur respect list almost as long as your funiral invites/
And quit bittin, I'll choke Ur lil ass wit Ur dental flaws/
then kick Ur hermapherdite ass in your rental balls/

Dissing him
 

KK BUGZ MENT-Gay-A-MON and EyEdEntdy

Mental First


Yo Lets Get it nigga u poor and im wit Mer-cades...
Niggaz So Weak He Only Can KNock Out Ladies...
MAn Mental Got Cards with Holo-Graphic Covers...
Such a Fag
So Dogg Dont Even THink u Murked ME...
Cuz Kid U neva Seen me Realli Spit i never will against u fake M.C...

KK Bugz


Yo Nigga Dont eva Spit in here again Bugz...
Cuz Comein Around Here And Only thing in u is "SLugZ"...
So I Provide And Decide that u should just Hide...
In-Side Out-Side And Now Today u Die...
I Think That i Came Out Enough and Spit Right...
Its MY Delight im Tight u sHould Leave This SIte...

EyEDeNtDy


Yo I Should Take U on iight homie Fry....
But For U Fuckin Phonie i aint gona try....
Like I Said Homie Im Tight im Fly....
Im Not Shure EyEdentdy Are u a Guy....



/this is none of my skill at all juss spittin

yo complex.. too simple to be a symbol..
got your lyrics from the back of a movie rental..
worth a cent..not even a dollar...
too cheap for spent money..check your rank pacement and roster...
you a newbie dude ...so am i..
you rap till your friends amused..i rap till i die...

Fatkap your simple then a child 'doin raps'
u 'movin gaps' but u still cant battle shit with out'soother crap'

i 'split yah soil' and u get 'flicked in toil'
wheni kill yah soul in a 'inflicked coil'

i 'dance on yah mind' and 'lance words to yah spine'
so u never forget my 'defence rhyme'

i blow 'gats and clips' foling yah brain into a 'mats and shit'
so i see u at jennys gettin 'fats and cliques' like t yah moms house getting 'gang banged more then nicole kidman'

Tolerant Level....

Yo nigga i'll have da Glock in his eye ta pop ya...
permenent disfigurement will have ya rockin half a mask like da phantom of da opera...
nigga i kno atleast 1 person knows kamakazes regulate....
i'll strap a time bomb unda ma trench coat n hug u till it Detinate...
when phantom spots all dese fake cliquez...
bettah be able 2 dodge bullets like da matrix, I take 6!...
Niggaz u kno When PHANTOM i'll out....
Rhymes so offensive..even PAC will tell me 2 chil out....
Ma brain should hold its on info-mercial fo how it thanks...
u cant be safe im copin Tae-Bo wit billy blanks....

Phantom...dog, U kewl and all but dont Use Crookid I's raps to get ahead/
Here, why not use the tip off my dick instead/
Uv been gettin ripped and laughted at, eversince I joined RB, kid/
I made U not wanna rap again, like Eminem did/
I'll bring U to a screachin halt, like worn out tires/
U wanna be hot? I'll turn the heat up and watch Ur biqini catch fire/

dat boy eyedentdy sounds sexy, like dangerouseMynd/
but he's prob tyred of phantom, he wanna hit DM up wit pik up lines/
he sounds ill, the way he moves elucivily thru U/
and his style is hot like a nigga catchin on fire from haition voodoo/
and he repin an aveture thats ill in all sence/
His pants sag lower than phantoms Iq when he failed the written part of a drug test/
I heard he was ill, I mean U should hear him rap in person/
he made me leak thru my panties like strong detergients/
but Im tired of talkin about him, lets talk about me for a while/
fuck it, lets get back to him and his picture perfect smile/
I'll write about it later, right now I gotta sniff his draws/
and leave him more milk and cookies than I did for santa clause/

sorry, I got bored, its still cool though, I also got on phatom so its still counts right.

u think u nice u shud make ya record glow den B...
Talkin like u actualy nice? when ya fuckin record is 0 n 3...
Da kid is usin chinos rapz but who cares he might be wack...
but fo u ma punclines r gon hit u fuckin hard like SHAQ...
I hate havin 2 diss on dese fuckin wack ass cunts...
he cudnt of got laughed at when u joined r.b. U joined in diff months...(DUMB ASS)
think ya flow is nice but u kno its actualy NOT!....
u prolly from Florida but u still aint hot...
u prolly got fired Dey dont want u so u wont get ya job back...
I might not be from 'Charllote' but i still Weeve n 'Bob Cats'.....
so keep ya fuckin weak raps to ya self....
Before i got ya ashes in a vase on ma shelf.... COWARD! ~!1!~ and Phantom iz me HOLLA!

yo magician, I got a trick for ya, come around my house/
I just wanted 2 know how many bullets fit in ya, fuck it lets find out/
and I aint usin chino, Im usin your mom homie/
she keeps me warmer than flames on those nites that eyedentdys lonely/
I cant beliave ur still alive, ur hard to kill Ill give U that/
last time I saw u, u was gettin sprayed wit raid and layin on your back/
this nigga aint magical, he just sprinkles dust like a fairy/
playin too much Final Fantasy got this lil kid thinking he's scary/
U aint at my level, but think U for tryin/
Uv lost more then U won too, so I can understand why U cryin/
but you aint ill, U a G-Unit reject/
dont fuck wit me, Im strong enough to lay out wit a postrapedic/

P.S. Im kewl wit phantom, Its a battle type of situation remember?

I kno lolz..if its a battle its all out no holds bars na mean


iight eyedentdy afta ma blows imma ask u how u been?..
dont talk about records... when u dont even got a win...
trust me dogg it aint hard 2 beat sumbody kid....
i mean look son even SPikey2k8 did....
im sorry dogg but dont talk about ma fam son...
u a poor ass nigga ya flow is ya son, an u sampson....
His flow is maad borin like He high....
im serious dont be scared 2 click Post Quick Reply...
da magician 7 is sexii he's da sexiest man alive...
i shud join a beauty pagent and win a prize.... LMAO HAHAAHAHHASHSAHSADHASHDSAIDHASashfkjshflkashflkdsh flskhfaslkjflkhwdkjlfhaewfiujchwerubfisuhgfidluisF GHSAJKLHFSDLHGKLJEWAHASDJIKAFSBNCSAUIFNDLIU3QBF43B VGIUYBFYUWAKYUEFVUYASDVBKJHDASKJHBVADJDGSABYUQdvAD US DZVIUKVZSDKYDVKHGVKJGFJKVFDGKSAVDJHDBV JHBVHJBFVKDBSKJRBDFSILJHBGLIKFBGLKJREBEIUBDYFLKFBH BGSDKLHBGSDLHGBSLDHGBSLKJFBSDJLDFBSLJLAJFBSALHBDFS AFBVLIHEJBVAIHLERBFLAE3HGSRBVDFSIHBGRSELJHVBFDLGBV HJLLKJBVSDFBLSDABFALSDFBASLJ

ok. ha ha ha. its on like Kurk and Spawk son.

I ripped U dawg, so why is U still comin back?
U know U gotta be atleast this tall :thefinger for me to whoop your raggety ass/
I battle niggaz in the dark like we swingin sharpees/
this nigga wanna ride, but he cant even find his car keys/
I supprise U quick, like Ur brothers 3rd nipple/
the only way Ur album launches, is if I shoot it wit a missle/
2wins 3losses huh, hold on let me get U another tissue/
this aint a battle if the other persons wak, so dawg forget it cuz U gots issuese/
and it aint my fault my lines is stretched like crackheads sniffin tables/
Samson?, I dont know about U but I got digital cable/

if u want ur mom 2 love u she has 2 like dikes 2....
i'll be suprised if ur fuckin rapper even likes u....
ur rapper is hyper because magician is rippin ya splean...
hold ma punchlines in ma hand, n u say Wutchu gripin is Mean...
who da fuck is kurk and spawk B?....
i think u be watchin to much Dragon Ball Z....
if u was authentic u prolly would be Still Fake...
im ghetto i'll drown u wit a milkshake.....
u kno ur wack n u thought u was fly doe....
i got good news...I jus saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to geiko....
talkin bout lets ride nigga u dont have a car...
da closest he got to seein porn is my avatar....


there u go its fuckin 3:30 and we goin back 2 back AHHK! lolz ~1~

I dont care wat time its, I got more than just time to kill/
U could switch to Geiko all U want, Ur still drivin just a mufler wit 3 wheels/
He got weezle runnin the exilaree tank/
His shit so old, .........its gotta fukin crank/
the thing had an oil leak and he almost sank/
now what U think, that I wont come wit Ur steerin wheel in hand to your front door/
my animal inctincts tell me ur tiered, U dont really want no more/
Ur rapper says "shoot me", cuz hes tire of seein me use U to wipe the floor/
I doht ldfjgl.zzzzzzzzzzzz.zzzzzzzzzzz.zzzzzzzzz/
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaahhhhhhh...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz/
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzz,zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz/

fuck dis, Im going to bed, Ill chek in later/
I hope miss. Magician lets me sleep, Ur moms into being naked while I paint her/
But Im out of juice, Like the first U had gay sex/
I'll make Ur water break, Like u got pregnant from unsafe sex/
U dont know this young shinobi, I'll use U again and again like im feending for latex/
like I was saying, its 4.06/
the only thing longer than my battles, is the tip of your moms dick/
its late/urly wateva, I dont know were Im going wit this/
Ur mom stupid, and so R U................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ........................Bitch.

This fuckin' idiots so confident he disses himself constantly
cuz they come as complements offending only like love poetry
talk about gays anyone could say you got fucked in the face
gap between ya buck teeth lookin like Richards(dicks) parking space
Quit livin' online go out to the corner have some freestyle fun
Boy you'd cry battle rappin me like you were unwrappin' an onion

learn ozzy, your nothing your shitty lyrics are making me dizee/
specially when you got your name off osbourns period just bein lazy/
masterbating over kelly osbourn who's a minga, wid big boobies/
stop ur fantasy, gonna turn you ugly makin u wear jacks glasses/
Suck dat up in ur ass ur such a wigga, n painted urself to be a nigga/
wid ur mummas shoe polish, to lt make ur blacker look like ya somet burned-ya/

it gotta be illegal the way i put an end to niggas that tried to muder-me/
mad scientist, put tha steel to dey brain like im conductin they last surgery/
steal they life,soul, and they future, so i guess its purgery/
after i rip this glitch, his ego denies hes heard ah me/
ima leave you with wit more holes in ya flow, than some swiss-cheese/
got ya heart poundin and scratchin more nice than a Dre beat/
skip spittin against this dude, actually ima throw it up/
if i strapped c4 to ya future, you still wouldnt blow it up/
its funny how all these no talent, weak bandits /
are drawn to this cypher like fat people and food magnets/
oh im sry, did i get personal, i didnt mean-it/
id throw u a punch, but im afraid wont see-it/
catch my drift? elavate then holla back/
if i put a gram in ya hand, ya punches still wouldnt be crack/

dat shit was fire i like ur rhyming style 4 sho i'm offering u an opporunity 4 us 2 join up & lyrically annhilitate dez wack azz prankstas on here

loose cannon your stepping to a loose canion,big enough to blow-u 2 peieces/
you got the worst of all deseases n ur brain rates slower-den-ur-beno/
i rip into you like chainsaws masicar sever-your-limbs in a mad temper/
Uot shit shouldn't be on stalls cause half da shit is balls n an't-practical/
it an't tactical n its far from atractable like a watching fuckin paint-dry
my words disinefect, detecting from how gay you are and always will be/
like a hermath wid one testical , barking up someones-tree/

no wonder ur 3-10, but who the fuck did you beat?????/
iv seen some bad stuff, but thats worst that iv seen/(really)
that verse couldnt "sly" by, if your whole verse was invisible/
your words dont lie, like pinochio they want to be real and physical/
im still bobled, on how you gained the title of "Flyweight"/
besides being wack, i guess you'd have to get your rhymes strait/
i bet you couldnt steal a kiss, from a def bitch on a blind date/(blind folded)

Im spittin at this cat right here named hoops/
"Should i ask him some questions?..., Nah Shoot/
Next time u see me im on the Beef DVD/
After a nigga turn up dead,R.I.P./
I dont give a fuck call the P.D./
Cuz I told a nigga betta not fuck wit me"/
But cats nowadays just aint try ta listin/
Thats why they got the milk cartens sayin they missin/
3 weeks later they found down by the lake/
I got caught, but only cuz ur homie done snitched to the jake


Wut up my first post. Hell yeah fellin tha site

are you kidden

This kid is not jus bad but awful, nah playin, but actually
he' da worst on this site right now, so my tendencies to blast gullys
i'm just ackin, this gat this kid is packin, is minimal like the caliber
of his style of hip hop, but i don't hit women so i'm just gonna get mad at her
seriously though this kid is nothin compared to me, what erks me most
is this bitch is completely hoppin that he just got merked after his first post

Yeah, caliber is awful, but ur ass is worst/
this nigga writes his rymes on tampons dat he pulls out his perse/
and yeah u heard of me, so hot I'll melt the mic off ya hand/
so swift I'll swipe your girl at home, or were she works......at jigglez durin a lap dance/
I'll beat U wit out even gettin blood on my dealing shirt/
I'll make U eat my punchlines, cuz U on a diet from eating dirt/
Ur accomplishments dont go past a PG 13 basis/
one day ur mom accidently flashed U, and U lost track of were 1st base is/
plus my hit list is longer than a "Clinton-out of office" petition/
I already beat U befor, Ur just adverticement for newbeez lookin for eazy competition/
I spit so fearce, it'll snipe U from 1oo mile distance/
My hits inflict consistant shit, that'll flip Ur bitches whip into a vertical possition/
Who the fuck gave U the make and said U could leave the kitchen?/
My punchlines leave no finguer prints when It splits Ur wig/
I'll spray U like a fuckin lactating tit/

Knock you down one hit to ya crown, frown
on the ground wonderin' what the fuck went down
sounds hotter than a dog on fire I'm a lair?
more truth here than words spoke by Jehova
get fucked up more than that man Ben Dover
then run you over in ya own damn Land Rover

yo, stick ro "rock", cause you cant "roll" wit me
Wack niggaz like you, can never flow with me
And thats the way it will always be
I hit "numerous distances" without the use of a "chain motor"
You stay on "land", cause you aint got the "range rover"
"dawg", you cant touch me, im "hotter than fire man"
Fuckin wit me? and i will hit you with the "iron man"

Devin:

I'll be on yo mom MILF style while you're with Mickey in Disney where he marches
Rhymes verbally abuse you makin' the cops arrest me for pedophile charges
Battlin me? in this battle your more lost I remind you of bad times at malls
Talkin-n-spittin like a man? Please, you got more hair on palms than in yo balls

Ya Pale piece of shit Stiff ass nigga like Wood...
I Mean if i asked u to battleing is like im saying ur accually Good...
See im to nice No Body can fuck wit me ur juss plain wahck...
Man UR Life in rapping is like ur Freestyles it need's a Tic-Tac...

i meant juss like ur Breath needs a Tic-Tac lol `1`

now i c y ur called outsider cuz ur puzzy & got a record of 3-13
dan nigga u know ur shit in battles & provoking me is not going 2 get u a damn thang
but an azz whipping u can't take dat will determine ur fate
den have ur fam & friends standing their crying at ur wait

2 all ur hatin azz bitches on here u might as well grab a shovel & dig ur own grave
cuz i'll kick ur azz worst den a slaveowner does 2 his own slave when dey misbehave

Seems to me you better get down on your knees/
95 posts, no battes, an a runnin mouth, BITCH PLEASE!/
Slow ya role cos you'll find ya knees buckle, I'll chuckle/
A muckle of bitches roll up on me, But they fall to my knuckles/
That includes you cos to me ya face is like silly putty/
You be actin nutty cos ya baby momma pregnant by Earl Cutty/
I'll kick ya ass from here to Baghdad an at ya head I'll clap/
Cos to me you nothin, so get off ya computer an go look for a wanted ad/

Complex:

I lay silent bombs waiting for mental defective idiots like you to set'em
Threads full of the bull you fed 'em, my spits make sense, you jus don't get'em
I destructively 'crakk' yo Mic with my 'diss-charge' of uncontainable blasphemy
That fluently suffocates your decrepit rationale that's about to blast-for-me

Man you seem like the idiot tryin to use big words
And the only thing complex about that is u recyclin a bit verse
Tell me who was u dissin? Invisonin a person before you
Truthfully the only thing u rip was the paper cuz the pen tore thru

Mizz_Uastood:

The only way your flow will be profound is when you're 6 ft underground
Wont' be long since my rhyme kills you by grabbing your weak technique shakin' it around
Your lyrics in my mouth can't be cos while mine are astute, your "shits-dumb"
I expectorate heat, you "spit-cum", stop tryin you makin a fool out yoself like a "sitcom"

6 lines ai'nt a lot, but you still can't seem to hack it/
Forget elevatin, you down for the count, just admit/
You battle record be smaller than a half of a decimal/
My style in higher decibels, like rebels eatin revels/
I don't really like you as you can tell from the tone of my voice/
I'd let this one slide, but I decide i'd rather win i got no choice/

he wudnt of posted if dis nigga knew i was next...
how can we hear ur tone of voice? when dis is TExt...
How dumb can u be? u can do less den 6 lines....
he made a new record fo hiself, 3 bars and 2 rhymes......
got his ride shaped as a dick cuz he a scooter feind....*dick rider*
he thinks we can hear his voice, he prolly yellin at his computer screen....

This fools been laid to rest before, like a $5 whore/
Wanna learn some more, ya heart I tore before you swore/
You didn't even have time to whine, let alone dine, you a swine/
Like a pig in heat, check ya sig its worthless, that was thru the grapevine/
I got no time for you, I got bigger fish to fry, I slice ya style like sushi/
Spit on you while you lay in the street as i drive by in my Mitsubishi/
Unlike you I got no dick to ride cos I don't need to but you do/
Its obvious from the way you write, cos u tryin to be that magician "Can-DO"/
You should give it a rest and put ya self up for a change cos u can't entertain/
You ain't no magician, you a clown, turn that frown upside down you jus vain/

finaly.. sumthing to spit against....

ima leave this bitch broken, twisted and limbs missin/
have em more divided then colors and cracked-prisms/
id smack you wit lines,but really i like nines/
like sean paul, bitch gimme the light/
id hate to get violent, but damnit this kids worth-it/
wrote this verse perfect, in which that hes getting murked-with/
i bet you coudlnt flow, if inflated with hydro/
easily un-armed hoe. im thinkin its case-closed/
you couldnt run miles in my shoes, even if i gassed you before you left/
even if you was a scientist you still couldnt calculate my effects/(my arsenal)