hay fool its "diss the person above you", not "diss who you want to".

Simple
 

\\It says, To diss...tha nigga above me/
But who's he? I know its not tha nigga above me/
\\Nigga, you were right about takin it without tha rhymes/
But what did you take? Here...You want mines?/
\\Have it, Keep it/And get up on some Street Shit/
I dont mind to help you out/ From being tha weakest
\\Ya Flow? I just 'Smoked' tha shit/ But didn't 'Enhale'/
I dont fuck with tha bammer/Nor' that bullshit you sell
\\I'm goin' against a wack dude/I don't believe it
Your like a 'Free Post'/You'll soon be deleted
\\Battlin' you is like a man without his 'Watch'/I have no time
I had rather, 'Battled' ya bitch/And 'Beat' up her mind :hump:

Nigga...Move! :nono:

To that bitch world war! WE PAST WORLD WAR 2! I got lil white mothafuckas better than you! You say i'm killin myself! If not me than who? Bitch you're stupid i wasn't talking bout you! Talking shit and don't do shit! I'm the king of the clit and you Queen of the dick! Newb try to talkshit with bullshit ass rhymes, Bitch don't show me ya watch cuz punk i take time! Mothafucka mad cuz i stay reppin Philly, and you got the nerve to say my rhymes are silly! Look, do i have a smile on my face? or are you just mad cuz i rock tha place

king of the clit, first try to organise your spit
lissn up, it's hard to read, when you write it like shit
nice punches and i'm feelin ya
but your flow connects like real bad diareea
so be carefull or you'll be dying of thirst
of course that will be much beter then be slayed by my burst

Shiryu, you've only made 2 posts and now you wanna boast?,
Your lyrics are shit and thats why i made this post,
Coz you're such a dick for even tryna rap,
You talk crap and deserve a bitch slap, or get capped,
Man, you cant spit, even if it was to save your life,
And with that ugly face of yours, how you gonna get a wife?

Razer, how u gonna call shiryu ugly or talk about looks
when ya faggot ass looks like ya belongs in tha backround of shawn desmands shook
and u talk bout his rhymes but yours is nuffin ta brag
u from london? sheit go suck on a fag
i pissed, so im inserting tha mag
common razer its time ta play lazer tag

Razer, I'm gonna leave you alone and jump up a couple posts
And cook that Philly kid like a pound of pot roast
I think it's funny watchin' you get hit with this lyrical backhand
I'll bombard you with verbs like a hysterical madman
Adjectives hittin' harder than a round of buckshot shells
I'll keep pumpin' this vocab till Lil K swells
Say, don't you claim to be reppin' the Philly
But you don't rep shit on the down right nitty gritty
How old are you? Have you even hit puberty?
I'll strip your lyrics bare like the sight of pornography
"Oh mommy, tell him to leave me alone"
But I'm poppin' of clips, takin' chunks of your dome
But, I think you're right, this isn't a homicide
Cuz with your kinda lyrics, you've done checked into suicide

World War

Just some rust & dust in the back of site.....on the web
No War, just so mental thoughts in the back of his head
Just a another soar in my ass, named after a war way before his class
another brother unsure of his class, so we'll just call him "mic" trash
Just the screen in front you,beggin mercy, but i never will i take a "P.O.W"
kill you strap-less, without a vest, no need for a "PRISONER OF WACKNESS"
Your revealed,cuttin war throats,now they know your whats in caps and quotes

Above All
 

\\Before I release this slug/I'ma release this grudge/
That I'm holdin' inside/For tha ones above/
\\Yall does a lot of talkin/Like a bunch of fools/
I know this is a cypher/But pleez use it as a tool/
\\Tha only way yall rising/Is by postin' posts/
Keep fuckin around/Ya gon' be rising with tha ghosts/
\\You! Fuck a 101/You need to Define a style/
Get off WorldWar's name/We all know, there is no 'War' in tha chlid/
\\There's no reason to use tha .9/For wat my bitch's .22 will do/
To simple & pathedic mu'fuckaz like you/
\\That threat just had all of you runnin away from tha chrome :help:/
I got lilkdogg1988 mad as fuck :banghead: /When he found out his mother been domed :laugh:/

PUSSIES!

Fuck them, I'm goin' to a Real Battlefield! :shoot:

Yo talk about shit that you even don't know and once again bitch ya mom is a ho! Damn right bitch! I tell the truth! Yeah i spit back bitch put me in the booth! You say you daywalka but you hide in the dark! I'm about to blow up and you just caused the spark! Lil K Dogg or LKD! either way bitch you can't fuck wit me! I fucked ya mom crazy and she screamed out... More! Excuse my previous statment, Ya Mom is a whore! I have you runnin like fuckin Biggie and Pac, cuz you ain't rappin bitch all you doin is talk

lilkdogg your rhymes are so damn basic
you wont ever elevate so just face it
you try to talk like a gangsta just to be black
i think you spent too long playing with your nut sack
if you didn't you would realize you dont belong
yeah you might be back but not for long
you could be a star on rappers gone wrong
you suck give it up your career is over
look in a mirror your just too sober
you cant flow and you dont make sense
your raps are old your just past tense
with your style you would make a good shop clerk
congradulations you made a fool of yourself good work!

Yo! Check this newb! he mad as hell! Don't hate cuz ya mothafuckin album sales SUCK! YEAH I'M BLACK SO THE FUCK WHAT! Yeah nigga go pass the buck! Cuz you cannot beat what you cannot see plus you a lil bitch who wanna be me! Yeah You say you bad but all you do is boast! Yo Punk ass only got 12 goddamn posts! Damn! I said holla at ya boy! Not it's recess young'n Go play wit ya toys! You say you hit me so hard i'll end up skeptic! Please you on a train and it ain't even left yet! Yo end this battle Yo ass is going down! Turn that white ass,cheesy grin to a frown!

this guy gets offensive over a battle
man you act two years old here is your rattle
your wack man you dont know what skeptic is
you think your black but your as white as gizz
you need to give up rapping because your raps are wack
a huge elevation is something you lack
your rhymes were blazin but they burnt out
they saw me coming and suddenly went out
oh man you a gangsta you thug
your wack man you need to pull the plug
next time you talk shit bring your best unless
your ready for the real shit no test ill put you to rest

skeptik//
ima leave him with his flesh-ripped//
cause im talksik, even vets-get ripped-quick//
my styles hectic//
i rhyme precise, with perfected-methods//
im well respected//
unlike skeptik, still in the gutter being neglected//
and rejected, like kids who are STD infected//
this kid talks about whack, he should look in the mirror, cause he reflects-it//


BLAHBLAHBLAH

To the bitch before me... Kill the bitch above! You so damn ugly, lil babies won't show you love! Yeah my rhymes are ill that's why i get paid! Your rhymes suck worse than LilRenegade! Yeah i'm dope i'm well respected too! Take ya fuckin tooth brush and clean my fuckin shoe! Forget a battle on RB.com! Eww! You nasty! You ate out ya mom! YES! I'm the best with out a doubt! You a forest fire bitch and i stomped you out! You still a virgin who will never be kissed and there's no mothafucka who can rap like this!

oi this bitch above sucks more dik then a slut with HIV,
his ryhmes are weaker then a a pimp that has a scaveys,
look at his persona that i rearrange perspectivly,
he couldnt twist paragraph like a bitch about to be Derranged Permently,
i bring Intimidating Wepaonary,
ur ryhmes lack like a dog Wanking Exceptionally,
if i had a battle with u i would kill ur verses like a Fanatik murder spree//

Off the Heesy!
 

Don't hate dogg! You can't play Dogg! If we had a battle wit no time you'd still be late dogg! What you think you Neo! You think you the one! You say you got wepons... yeah a fuckin water gun! Did you hear my joke bout fuckin Al Roker? This dude gonna spray me down with a SUPER SOAKER! Damn! I'll just cut you a check! You be like a lil white kid screamin " What the heck!" I got that flow that make ya move ya feet! I'll still spit to you! Shit! Don't need a beat! You just man cuz my rhymes are blazing! Hence the name! 1/2 Man 1/2 Amazing! :gfy: :flipoff: :flipoff:

Off the hizzy for shizzy, KDogs rhymes are shitty
They might of been good back in the 80s with Eazy
Always hollerin' "I'm black, I must be better than you"
Well guess what, I'm a whiteboy runnin' you through
For some reason I picked you as my target to punish
I think it was your lyrics, you know you ain't bustin'
Sittin' at home, claimin' you hard where you from
"I'm a G'd out thug, always packin' the chrome"
Sounds like something your silly ass would say
Punch lines like "Whiteboy"...'oooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkaaaaayyyyyyy'
You need to think of something better to go on than the color of the skin
Cause this 'whiteboy' is back and murdered you again

your lyric might be off the hizzy for shizzy, but in truth,
your lyrics was wack, you need to work on your flow, when you go back to the lab,
lil white boy, u aint from the hood,you might be a G'd up thug,
but you just ran outta luck,stupid computer kid,jealouse cos the ladies dont give you no luv,ready loaded with guns,to come and get ya,go back to your "mummy & daddy",cos you aint no battle rapper,you more like ja rule, but he gots his paper,stupid mothafucka,pretending to act big, but you still wearing your diaper,you just a fake ass wannabe, learning to be a gangsta

First off, I never claimed to be thug
So watch how you word shit when it rolls off the tongue
Secondly, I stay on city blocks
Where it's a common occurence to witness gunshots
And last but not least I'm never G'd up
I stay with Levis and t-shirts, so shut the fuck up
So now you wanna try to battle me?
Rattle me? Get your thoughts straight, and stop all that babbling?
And I never said anything about becomin' a gangsta
I witnessed that first hand, so I'd like to thank ya'
For playing along with "Reversed Thoughts in the Mind"
Congratulations, you're 'Da Greatest', here's the grand prize... :gfy:

you claim you stay on city blocks/witnessing gun shots/nigga/you stay around city corners/begging you suk mans dick/for a dollar/u aint got no J.O.B/so u turned in to a propa H.O.E/nigga you aint smart/you thick/and yo mama's a dog/i treat her like the bitch that she is/on the down low/yo mama's on the ho stroll/you dont know the meaning of the words world war/when i see with my glock/i'ma put you 6 feet under/u so ugly/when u were born/ the nurse slapped yo mama/cant deal with the pressure/so put down the mic/cos you already lost this/as soon as i stepped up with my rhyme/
you might think your rhymes off the chain/but if this was a propa MC battle/u so wack you'll be thrown off the stage/dagreatest remember the name as you head the other way/like the saying goes/fuck you and have a nice day

6 Goddamn posts for the bitch... World War! Come to my crib bitch! Shut the Door! You say i'm wack! Yeah I'm black! Black and Proud! Scream it out Mothafucka! Philly Say it LOUD! I don't give a damn if your white or black! Mr. V.I.P mothafucka is back! Yeah ya boy here rap about race! I don't but dogg you about to get faced! I rap about things that i know and no i don't always say your mom is a ho! But... Keep ya mouth shut cuz i didn't say anything about being a slut! Now i rap about me beatin yo ass! Smack ya bitch ass up and put you through Glass! Better yet i'll put you through a wall you push me back bitch but i dare do not fall! If ya get ya ass beat and it's startin to get lame... i'll pull out my gat and leave one in ya brain! Now you lay dead on the Philly streets slain... Your fuckin death is my personal gain!

look at this fool he think he ALI think he dagreatest bitch,
he make martin luther weak and he dont even make a fakest switch,
when i pull my gats and clips i devour ur soul,
if u had one i would rock ur brain cells to fluids and bury u hole,
ur mind state is tempted when u was morged in the cold,
stop! think about the traumer, ill killed ur bitches like hotter then a sauner,
u a better slut actor then demi moore, i just rocked u on the mic worse then Al Gore,

i was going through my day/minding my own business/now that aussie mothafucka mentioned my name/i tried to resist it/tryna stop anotha mothafucka get slaughtered/you fat fuck you should have stayed humble/you dont belong here fucka/go back to the jungle/thats were you deserved to be seen/hanging out with animals/cos u aint a human being/so shoot me in the fucking head/with your gat/but that aint enough/i'm back/guarantee you your body will hit the floor/when you hear my guns clap/tolerent level/what the fuks up with that/atleast i'm in greatness/where the fuck you at/only visualise men doing you up your ass crack/i come out with all the fat tracks/shhot you down faster then/you can shoot bak/but fuk it/an aussie like you aint clever/but into some dumb shit/your life aint worth living/a stupid fucka like you/should just step in front of a bus and get hit/thats if you aussies know what a bus is

I just joined...and I'ma be straight ~rippin this place~/
my punches will knock ya tooth out...I'm just ~givin u space~/
this kid think he's skilled...I don't deal wit ~gay bandits~/
calls himself dagreatest cuz I'm givin him ~brain damage~/
(Ali is "the greatest"...he's got brain damage)

homie learn your place, you lost ur konsept
try rap out ur mind, you'll be left deff
you rap out ur hart, that lesson is for free
this isnt deff jam, the place is rb
i always make the money, it never made me
berck me, take me, you kant see me
back up, take a pen and paper
go write something and dont be a hate

This dude's a disaster, ain't a master of shiit/
Got him too shook to respond after I spit/
Sacramento King? I think he's more of a princess/
Keeps it in the Family, He was born into incest/
This dude ain' dope, he's dopey like the dwarf/
And I'm startin the mob for this monster, Go ahead and light ya torch/
Just like a weedy garden, this dude just got hoed/
This battle ended just like his lips..........CLOSED!

Speakin of the seven dwarfs ya flows is plain like white snow/
Ask your self one thing "Are you better than me.".....No/
Enigma's your name but I really dont care/
Ill make you change your name and move from Philly to Belair/
Cause I was that dude who was startin no good/
Now you in a rich spot where you call it your hood/
After this flow you be gone dog so good ritz/
Yeah and this battle ended cause you cant say SHIT!

hey Lock, u cant rap, change your name dawg/
suck a cock, got the clap and had to go to see the doc/
and now i'll sock your fat ass with lyrical heat from my glock.


Yo, in this rapgame your a freshman/
looking up to freshprince/
followin his footprints/
but ill turn you into meat-mince/
without leaving any fingerprints/
so the police wont catch me/
ey Lock holla back at me/
When you think you got the skills/
to come an battle-rap me/
your jealous, bitch, you envy me/
you got a sick dick/
you need a remedy/
your a beer and im a hennessy/
the sickest MC to appear this century/
If you respond Ill chuckle, laugh at ya/
u bus' a line, i throw it right back at ya/
you couldnt flip shit if you were playin in the toilet with a spatula.

Peace

u cant spit ur shit dont rhyme
u an herb u cant step 2 mine
will a peer crush u wit 1 line put u 2 shame
dont bother lookin 4 him he gon' change his name
i mean come on this dude spelt his name wrong
man i told u u shouldnt sniff ur moms thong
this fuckin kid doesnt know up from down
u belong on the ground i b takin the crown
only herbs use the same word 2 make shit rhyme
come on u think that shit could surpass mine?
cause if u do u've been sniffin 2 much crack
u the dumbass who bragged about tappin ur moms ass
fuck it that wasnt the best cause u rnt worth it
take advice from a rea; mc drop the mic and quit

will a peer is first 2 get clowned
wit this gangstafied shit
mad N spittin lead
shoulda tried 2 override this hit
when i was the 'cool clip'
I spit lead from the back of the church
2 da pool pit
I emit so much dead in this
jesus wouldnt wanna fool wit it

get kilt, hot clip in this shit

hot clip bout to get a whole clip from my berretta...
my shits so much betta, you aint a contendah...
you emittin nottin but filth my rhymes are lyrical pressence upon oneself...
you takin nottin to da pool pit, wit yo fool shit, tryin to be cool shit...
you spittin in da church cuz yo rhymes are nottin but bible hyms...
alter boy taken more dick than cardinal sins...

get this corney ass fool out my sight
its like this nigga see'n the after effects of this dick in his wife
get over it
get some rehab
get ur mind right
Spit some sensible shit
if it aint dispensible like cold clips
u tryin to flow is like blood clot goin thru an old bitch!



nigga u don't kno me u only on a 'hunch' like a dirty whore
shut yo ass up nigga get some boxers out of that panty drawer
if u got some in it...get kilt

cold clips ur rymes stale like old chips
u like jay z with big lips
it take 1 rhyme to pop all the shit that u said
i pop my gun n fill ur head fulla led
u got no flow i kill u in won bar
it hurt so bad feel like you got hit by da 2 ton car
i am the illest emcee by far
i slit ya with my blade n leave u with a scar
u joined this month and already gettin laughed outta rb
no wonder this bitch felt inclined to get a pussy

Hot clip, you better grab ya boys, tell those bitches to hold ya steady//
My nine hits ya so many times, ya new name gonna be confetti//
Hot clip talk'n alota bull shit, who you trying to fool//
Only time this bitch see'n a hot clip was attending beautician school//

Break ya face apart/
and make you put it back together like a Leanardo "Da Vinci" art/
I make you so clueless you'll be starvin in a grocery mart/
You'll Get pushed around more than grocery carts/
I'm like the tides you like the Joan of Arc/
If you had a flashlight you could't see me in the dark/

Well you call yourself a lock, thats quite fitting really/
My lyrics are the key, what you think'n go'n agaist Da Vinci/
I can paint the perfect picture, which means you gonna lose/
You stuck and stunned in disbleif cause your homeboys chose me too/
This is just a nursry rhyme of mine I thought it would be quite fitting/
Next time you step up to a mic, don't, and just keep on sitting/

yo yall niggas amuse me annoying my wrath
I'm breakin in houses while ya wife take her bath
spit reload this hot clip wit bullets
injected with staff infection
yall 2 soft lookin for a battle nigga
I'm the rough road....wrong direction

i'll kill yall all day

You Think Your A Hot Clip, Haha Maybe A Hot Clit/
Your just a fuckin' pussy, and you shouldn't push me/
I'll load up my own hot clip, Let the clip pop, rip/
Through ya head and chest, And the only thing you good at is insest/
You Should invest, In something to protect when i bust the tec/
I Lyrically wreck your verse, It's a curse, Your the worst, I put you inna herse/

Can I get a fuck you?

Ya shit is no competition like 'trucker hats' against some 'fitteds'
nigga I'll fade u away like J's on the ballin court in a 'rcura'wit 'tinteds'
fuck this i aint goin 2 flow no mo'
cuz if I did he'd b banned 4 sho...

sorry ass muh fucka... unfuckwittable