k-nine has a greater meanin
grade 10 is where brains beat'em
education like it was 1912
got through junior high and fell
dropped out as a freshmen
read his shit man and you can tell
sorry man, i ain't more harder
and i ain't the mostest bader
or the more smartester
say what you will but i don't give the biggester fucker
dumb ass, and authentik is authentikly
bitten the shit put down by me
circus tricks, who already cracked that joke b
tell ya whats funny is when i put that lipstick
i got it rubbin lips wit ya mom
dropped the bitch ten bucks for the fuck
so she go out and buy some rock

yeah, easy enough for you to be wack branson//
you cant rhym, your a lost cause like marylin manson//
at least make-up guy got some lyrical talent//
you need to go back on your ink and emparchment//
homie? wtf nigga?, talk shit like ''george w bush''//
at least he got a bitch, you cant ''affort a tush''//
you need to stop your wack, you aint gettin nowhere with that name//
like ''richard 'Branson'' himself, your a 'virgin', you got no game//
hes got fame though, he can affort all the pussies//
but you got no do, all you got is your three pussies//(cat)
too easy, you got that right, you must have a speech impediment//
dont bother holdin that mic you'll only choke, save yourself the embarrassment//

this dude is a sig maker
but he cant rap he's a faker
look ya cant mess wit the best
you a man dawg why the hell ya wearin a dress
you cant think of a come back u aint gt the power
i bet ya like pink and nice smelly flowers

six lines you gotta come better then that/
cause out here these dudes'll pull out the gat/
and when the metal clap/
it'll make your hairline sit back/
like my 350 when i step on the gas/
we treat your girl like a blunt she get blazed and pass/
i get paged in class from your mom wanted the pipe tonight/
and you mad cause im in your crib telling your brother its right to fight/
and we might tonight if you dont watch what you say to me/
and if you dont like my lyrics so what just play the beat

you disturbin MY peace nigga //
a duel you want?, il be da first to pull the trigga//
i'll pop one right between your eyes//
yeah 'pink' is for pussy, you like fuckin guys//
i bet this wreck took 1hr to write 6 lines//
rhyms comes from minds, yours just annoyin like door chimes//
'rb' dont allow rookies, its a fuckin crime//
fuck this, your too easy, finds some punchlines for you to borrow//
your minds hollow, dude i'd even get your 'mom's seven digits for a dollar tomorrow'//


note: last quote is from the 8 mile movie. just so you know. gotta giv credit to the rightfull owner.lol

Yea
 

Haha, look at this cat, acting like he deserves fame/
Your untitled because your not good enough for a name/
Talking about rookies, well looked who walked in/
I'll push my gat right through you like a piercing pin/
Don't put your mouth at where your money ain't playa/
You'll be on ya nees in a chapel saying ya prayers/
What you need to do is take your fuckin' time/
And stop commin' at us with those 8-mile rhymes/

biatch needs to get his specs examined//
your a faulty letter that needs restampin//
rookies you say, your rhyms tell me all//
im surprised you got 4 wins in your pocket, i thought you'd lost all//
im untitled cuz i dont need name for fame//
wtf does your name mean?, did you typo before you enterd this game//
its shameful that your name is just random alphabets//
you must be desperate like one o those suffragettes//
at least they have pride in what their doin//
your pollutin this forum with your wack writtens//
i bet your a pc geek tryin to be a hard muthafucker//
after wipin those specs o yours, your just another choker//

This nigga try to rhyme, he ain't even got a name//
Lil WHite Bitches be fuckin up the rapgame!//
Only one white rapper and his shit on top//
why, cuz white mothafuckas scared his album will flop//
I don't know who you are but you got a nice flow//
Who knows nigga in 10 years You'll be doin a show//

i never hold back..lilkdogg u should know that//
cuz u better than me ? i couldnt picture that wit a kodak//
ya not realisin son its easy for me to speak and hurt you//
this nigga go in chats and type in pink and purple//
dont worry i usually dont shit on lames yo//
cause ya game is so-so..still rappin wit the same flow//

flow intelligent, i took your word for it//
didnt know the flow on your rhyms were so shit//
why da fuck do you think your great//
your straight, but you march on the gay parade//
you took took the picture but there was nuthin on it//
your an ugly muthafucka, the cracked lens proves it//
next time you diss someone dont forget to say 'cheeese'//
i'm picture perfect, get da fuck down on your knees//

you on your knees fuck it i shit on your needs
gaping mouth beggin please nose on these n u t's
fuck a text kid, i smack this bitch with my cock n shit
have him lyin there cryin to his mom n bitch

hahah

this 'bitch above' has 'stiched his heart' cause he bleeds more then periods
u 'hitch yah cum' u suk like a 'leech on drugs' but yah sex drive is ridiculous
ill 'slash yah wrists' and 'smash yah fists' when i stick it up yah ass
u 'mash yah clit' while i 'stash my dik' i yah mom throat buy the mass
yah 'hopless flow' is for 'dopeless hoes' that cant read or write
u 'flawless blow' is for 'whore-less moans' that yah sister never gave u for a FIGHT

tolerant level lookin for tolerance
spitten shit that ain't worth two fuckin cents
act now and maybe you can repent
but christ himself'd dump you just to watch the consequence
you can think you bad all you want bitch
but there's a reason you live where people get ditched
big fuckin island big fuckin outback
here's the part where you get bitch slapped
little wannabe, thinks he can rap
like one of his islands part time inhabitants
what i say, figure it out, you can't
spell it out 'fore you bust a vein and shit ya pants
you a tourist, simple as that
1-3 would confirm that
'blow' and 'hoes' and hear those 'moans'
if relate these words, it means like it in the ass

I can picture manifest in a dress cause he be spitten lady like..
'smash' all his 'potatoes' cause i'm that smooth 'gravy' type..
Don't wanna war, wanna run away, don't want no gun play..
So I suggest you start to flee, before I spray..
Count to 3 then you dead today..
Think you gainin' ground but you ain't even covered mid-way..
The docks is watched by hawks on digital clocks, all day..
I'm hot like them sun rays, see my buddy's red-beam then clips mold ya body like red- clay..
You like 'Daniel Son' and I'm ya 'Sensie', Mr. Meyogie..
Skills is camoflauged so theres no way you goin' spot me..
This bitch can't even see my rhymes let alone watch me..
Nise got more bling than steel blades on ice playen hockey..
'Moshpits' is how you 'rock' B..
Manifest on my 'dick' for 'sport' thas why I call'em a 'Jockey'..
Leave his face looken like the 10th round of Rocky

I'm ..Nise..

enough about Paris Hilton, keep you're family problems at home/
you're rappin' aint fillin', however, I'M hungry for more/
no one can step to me, not Dragon or Hazard/
i am one of a kind, a lyrical find, lined up to wind up the hoes whose aligned/
you are a Hazard though, i'm trippin' over you're rhymes/
That's cos they're all over the place, not even in time/
I am lost in you're rhyme's, what goes here, what fits there/
i don't even need a rhyme, i'l turn you to stone with my stare/
my glare will destroy you, you better quit bitchin'/
you're itchin' too be matchin' ma flows filled with passion/
in the end you'll click on you're just out of fashion...

yo people come on and do exactly as buzz does,

Start off slick and lose punches quicker than u pick up slaps,
losen up those slacks, I think their gettin to tight,
and quit flappin ur words before they up and take flight,
how many rhimes can you fit in a line?
this dude sounds like a five year old but without the time,
his raps are more like the "fat cat sat on a mat with his rat fur hat"
yo come on people, give this mans back a pat,
he tried, and with true style, he lied,
sayin no1 can step to him, funny i thought he said "no 1 had slept with him"
sorry, yo, i should'a kept that shit in,
oh well, its out now and I apologised,
lets see what the next dude has to en-analyse,
actin like im the fucker who he dispise,
well i'll grit my teath, ignore the verbals, close my eyes,
laugh out loud at what the next fucker tries...

hey remember me, i played you alittle while ago/
my level of rhymin, well, you gotta little while to go/
my skills are unmatched, like two niggas dna/
since when you pull triggers nigga thatll be the day/
you ride around with your friends act tough and wild out/
but in a fight your face is open like a hungry childs mouth/
you say your eyes are red cause you high, so nigga why they swollen?/
you had your poker face on before so nigga why you foldin/
cause you soft like the lining on your old leather jacket/
you ride with your bb gun when you was told never to pack it/
but now i pull your card like a magician at the circus/
you talk shit and act big but really you have no purpose/
no reason for being so why should i let you live/
and if it came down to the hands i bet you'd give/
cause your not the man you claim to be nope not even half/
so ill leave two shots in your thigh and 1 in your calf/
you slow grind like a raggae tape but nigga you only half black/
but even in the club if i gave you the thunder you wouldnt clap :shoot:

so you think your it/but whem your ryhmin all i hear is a bunch of sh*t/boy get off the website you sound too white/for you i think the lightz alittle to bright/cause all you do is sit there and write/alwayz thinkin your way is right/your not a leader you jus' follow/it makes me wonder if you spit or swallow/aleast albi admits she's gay/so go home cry to your mamma see if i care/so now that i took my time to share/you can breathe i didn't cut off your d*mn air/ so mr. branson you think you won/oh god watch out he's goin to get a gun/sure whatever he can't shoot me so he shot himself/so i started crack-up laughin to myself/then he's family blame it on me/i'll look at them and say what i'm jus' 13/it not my fault he's mommy don't care about him/she might even thank me/maybe we both can agree/that your jus' not an emcee/so get off the web a be saved for the debris

Yo, KKBug who you think u rappin bout?
Branson or CHEDDERBOB from 8MILE,
Rappin bout shootin himself - cracked me a little smile,
And Yo damn, rappin bout me bein gay,
well thanks for the comment, but you got it wrong dawg,
c, im bisexual, meaning im highly sexual,
this rappin is easy when its textual,
I guess its slightly more for the intelectual,
I guess what I mean to say is BUG's rhymes are far from impeccable,
Infact their easily wreckable,

here, here, watch this...

*chough, ahem*

I'm KKBUG, and i get bugged by rappers that rap to white,
when in real life, im rap so white i gone pop,
like britney spears except my lips are pussy tight,
I rap about myself at the top, cus the only way is up, right?

^^^^his rhymes resemble a bounced check so dat's not excepted
dis bitch's rhymes are coming up later than AL-I-BI's due on credit
York is my favorite kind candy dat's packed sweet with no doubts
my tounge is burning from da shit I'm spitting is Listerine in mouth
I'll give guns in PM's to see how many lines Albi can spit to steal
he should change his name to jelly donuts cause his rap is all filled

you suck, you just suck i can't really diss you
cause your raps speak for them self dude
all you do is throw inefective punches
you got a good tutorial here on their misuse

dren i agree completely but i still gotta get at you/
your harsh words'll get your body permenantly stiffened up like a statue/
im a rap battle veteran/
reminiscent on a nas lyric "yall already know who im better then"/
his name is dren he's the rap games bill atley/
bill who??........ exactly/
your a nobody go to bed get a new pen and pad/
cause for lack of a better word all your other shit is bad/
how bout trash, sanitation, anything but good/
you try so hard to rap, so now you think you hood?/
stick to the suburbs, join a boy band or something/
and tell your crew to keep quiet, cause ill kill your man for nothing/
you wonder why im so angry, we never met a day in your life/
cause i had to pay for an abortion, cause i spent a day in your wife/
i could keep going but what for life is over/
and i bet youll post some bullshit well before the night is over

you suck, 'bug' sucks, 'ak-mixa' sucks dick//
you fuck, dead ducks, this wack above me cant speak//
yet alone spell wrong, 4 lines thats just poor//
he's been here for almost 2 years, someone give him a tour//
its 'ineffective' retard, try to spell right before you think your tight//
actually, try to rhyme instead cuz your punchlines dont bite//
sayin you rape someone in your signature AINT a plus//
you put up a fuss tryin hard to join in wid us//
you thought there was only 2 chapters in the bible named 'genesis' and 'exodus'//
your attempting the impossible, it's like flyin pony//
where the fuck were you in 2 years, your a fuckin fony//

edit: directed to 'dren'

Young, ya call yaself untitled cause you forever remain nameless-
Not one text battle I've seen of your, you must be shameless-
You textin wack ass shit, use ya head, you cant you brainless-
Dumb niggihz cant think, oops my bad, I forgot you that same bitch-
That wont test me like you scared you got aids-
I'm positive that you wont dare cause you afraid-
You know you cant spit thats why you stay in the cypher-
Another niggih lost to the game, I take out my lighter-
2pac and Big was the best, untill the rest of the emcees like me in the game-
then come sorry foolish kats like you fuckin up the fame-
Cause we gotta sit here and post after these comic strips-
But intentionally my intentions is to make ya stomach flip-

Holla back in a battle, stop all this damn free postin in here, cause yall cant spit, QUIT!

biatch, whatthe fuck are you blabbin bout now//
how you think cypher aint it and front lines the style//
speak for yourself, you should check yourself 'thoroughly'//
what has your lighter gotta do with a nigga?, (another wack that rhymes randomly)//
ask yourself this question, can you really be that tight?//
bath yourself in tan-lotion, you must be fuckin white//
thug wannabees, just talk shit bout poppn caps on a nigga//
im the revolver, your the cranium, i'll repeatedly pull the trigga//
see i dont need words like 'wack' 'dope' 'fame' and 'game'//
if i did use the 'same' 'names' 'frame' after 'frame' you'll soon get 'maimed'//
vocab alert, this guy needs it soo bad//
worse than a crackhead tryin to steal bread from the triad//
like you said, your a fuckin noob and always will till you die//
tryin endlessly to win a battle cuz he thinks battles are fly//
dude its only text, you can edit your vocabulary//
try and battle me face to face with the mic between us//
choke you would, cuz mr michael jackson here's gonna cry to his mommy//

enough of the shit spitn 'real thorough', seriously you need to practice . i aint pickn no enemies, but you need improvn. so do i but thats not the point.lol

peace

hold up hold up this guy dont have a name well 'mr. untitled' get ready to taste the pain-
the beat starts your heart clots you choke,your such a fkkin joke i dont even know where to start on tearin your ass apart with my rhymes-line after line of the same shit,the main shit u cant tame this. Part one is here and two is comin if i see your ass u better gettin runnin like the gangsta you claim to be who faild to see what the fuck hes what hes got comin-
this rhyme could be endless but im runnin outta time just enough space for one last line-nigga i want your diss right under this rhyme...peace

reign on you? i`ll shit on you look herb i`ll buss your ass
you aint fucking around with glocks , this is murderous mask.
hilarious laugth , when i`m battling a newbie with small posts
fuck how do you explain beating me , huh do i have to boast?

yo yo yeah,

tha type of nikka that a smack u wit tha shoutie//

when it come to killin u dudes it reverse,though tha a bobybag inside ur body//

yall dudes got wax on, butima wax u off like im mr.meigie//

murda catz wit sublimenal hit 2 da face//

smooth criminal, no trace//

blowup ur concert, and everyone in ur home state//

im a that reason tha flamethrower was invited//

cause, catz can't get in advantage,//

when i spit//wether a clip//or in bars of 1-6

let know niccaz and hoes can get broke like twigsz// u stuip fuccaz


GAMEOVER

haha this dude had to go use the yo yo yeah
it's aparant ya flow's shit like skids in underwear
go head and stare at these lines you wish you wrote
your style's plain broke not even worthy of a joke

(dissing lyrical03, i wrote a while ago, and posted too late)

gameover? what kinda game do u play chump?
ur style is basic like mario back in the day "binnnnng, *1Up*"
and what's a shoutie? is that some kind of small shotgun?
smack ME with it and get a duce barrel aimed for ur toungue,
that 2pac pic is a disgrace, just how u measure to him with those line?
STUCK! i'll blow ur brains to ur mouth and have u speakin ur mind...

your 10 bars sucked, where's ur skill at homie?
i dish it out to u, and F*** the fool below me.

You finished with "Fuck the fool below me"
You are the type to fuck a fool from below and behind for a fee.. then leave
You dont blow brains you blow loads, all over your bro's not hoe's. You are all show...
I will drop you on your arse with my verse, i know it hurts, but now you learnt...
That my rhymes are tighter then your dads bums when your licking it.
Are you feeling it or smelling it? You are a gay mardigra M.C and your talking shit...
Insidious or incenstious you rep dirrty south. Lick up auncle dads cum in your mouth.
No time to pronounce your love affair with cock, a dollar and ounce....


Sorry HOMIE.

bling bling here has issues with cock//
ring ring, this is a delivery, its a fuckin frock//
you rhyme well, but your sentences arent makin sense//
trend setters wear tight leathers, who tha fuck you talkin against?//
repeat after me: 'try your best despite you bein shit'//
you just dont realise that i'll 'fry your vest spite you pussy clit'//
break times over now, get that lighter away from you 'bro'//
dont you 'know' the word 'hoe' is an easy way to 'go' if you dont 'know' how to rhyme?//
'mic'-usn trap yer face between his fists you 'thief', that'll teach ye not to steal his dime//
i'm in a good frame of mind , but you just have to ruin it by talkin wack//
your not the only one, thers 'kkbug' 'branson' 'thorough' and your uncle jack//
next time you type those werds in, check if you made a fatal error//
cut 'insidious' sum slack cuz the shit you spit is perverted//
maybe your the fuckin cocksucka, wouldnt surprise me since your an 'anal erector'//


biatch

untitled again? who is this fuckin 'chump' i geuss we gonna have to 'bump' headz again kill u with my lead again or just use a sedative to knock you the fuck out you know what im about i got 18inch rims on a 20grand beamer you nameless bitches couldnt get much weaker with your little double slash (//) what the fuck is that? can you spell pussy? P-U-S-S- why the fuck am i doing this you aint worth my time,bring on the big catz who can bust a rhyme...

why did u have to come and sign up, go away damnit, do'nt bother us,
u should switch names with "untitled", or better yet, remain anonymous,
learn how to type, learn how to text battle at least,
before comin in here with ur next rap, that'll be-
i'm mr. reign, i roll on 18's,
every word outta my mouth wipes u clean............
u just don't have any skill, doomed to be with all the misfits,
with a lifetime supply of twix...u'll never be "in the mix",
oh and u KILLED me with that, oh, what did u call it, "lead", sure....
ur a dumb mother upper who's never even SEEN a beamer.

ur a noob so i tried to lay off the hard text, I,
would like to send a happy FUCK YOU! to the next guy :)

*edit spelling

Ok Ok sorry I had to destroy you last time for being a fag. No need to get upset girl you sure your not on your rags? Maybe loosen up your Du-Rag an stop being a wigger. Take of that tommy-hilfinger and get that cigger out of your ear. I am the only one you should ever fear. You an your G's sharing a 40' of beer. Didnt you hear? I am revered for bringin tears from little white boys who drown eminem into there ears.

Go get your mum to drop you off at the mall to hang with your crew. Turn you 10inch sub up when you drive past the few girls who think hip-hop is new.
Spend all your allowance at the ARCADE, you better FADE silently back to the car because all the real g's are laughing at your BRADES, not corn rows. Oh shit son you did I mention you also got no flow, its restricted. Limited, by your pre-school, pre-historic, pre-mature proverbual pretences that make no sense. So go turn up some 50 cent and never forget your a wigger who regrets ever signing up to rap battles to prep for being a fake-home-dawgy dawg rep.


You cry now but you will laugh later

there was no 'punch' in all those lines, what the F about...a fade?
ur shit is fruity still tho, it must've been...'minute made',
u imply i'm'a wigga with lines that can't stun a nun,
the mall? 10inch speakers? money.....pshhh, like i HAD some,
i AM white u no steeze wannabe mothafucka,
so tell me this,
how am i able to beat a "tru G" hands down?
here's the list-
u suck. :D

lookin back i realized i never finished readin ur rhyme,
watching the "bling bling" guy is a better waste of my time.

*reads the rest of b's rhyme...

i read half ya rhyme, started to type without even reading through,
i spit have the lines, went back...and mine? it's easy to see i schooled u.

*edit (nothin personal dawg, but i want a quick win, u down for a battle?)

Insidious by name. Incenstious by nature.
Impotent by game Transparent by flavor
Exclude yourself from the hip hop community
Collude and in love with your Boy Pop fraternity.
Your drippin in my legit spit. You having seizures and fits.
Get yourself a permit for claiming you’re a cryp.
You’re a wigger wutang. Belonging in a “Gravel Pit”


I pm'd this poser asking for a battle and he replied saying he wasnt interested

So i thought I better humiliate you infront of the crowd one last time.

first off, don't try to make ur self look better by lyin,
i done told u i'm all ready to let the shit start flyin,
ur recycling shity words like incenstious, whatever the fuck that means,
if u spelled it right, maybe it'd be true, maybe ur tryin to be a "G",
verbal abuse just do'nt work, especially words from you,
ur verses couldn't make more since vertically, so i should introduce u to-
my friend, the dictionary, it helps to know what ur sayin,
and for everyone who actually thinks he pm'd me? he's playin,
i hit u up just now dawg, so just incase u decline,
i hope we can be friends, i know we'll get along juuuust fine.

:hump: :hump: :hump:
:thefinger

Insidious? So ridiculous!
my verse will make you pity this
continuous, you must be kiddin this
my one drop, will fuckin finish this
dont stop, drop another line bout bein thug when you not
if you ever came to my neighborhood and rep a gang...you get shot
my hip hop lingo will make your line of thought change
STOP!...the guinie, has taken over the game
who's lyin, im linin my baretta againts your spine and..
unloadin a roll of shell till you hit the floor dyin
vertical, horizontal, it dont matter which direction
ill end your life upside down if thats your main selection
in this game of chess ill have to aim for your chest
and cause death by the best, who could ask for nuttin less
hold me down as my pains rainin down like acid rain
and stainin your clothes wit blood looks like you showered wit razor blades
it all changes, yet it all seems to stay the same
till this day, whos to say
im the best to play this game
whos gunna lay my down and choke my throat till i faint
and wake up winnin battles like i do everyday
im finished i got nuttin left for me to say
so next time you start rymin, leave out the useless complaints...

just a lil sumthin from the new guy...hit me

first tell me what you think before the diss starts, i like the input...