stundent of the game well dont quit school/
cuz rhymes u bust out seem so plaine and worn out/
and dont fuck with my name sayin j so gay rhymes with any ending words that sounds like a/
you lightweight, im one too like roy jones knocking niggas out when i step in the bout/
contenders....mo' like hicks with no class aint no one gonna seem to remember/
and yo cobra, cuz u just a mustang highest thing u is seems to be a gt/
im a porche...gonna poor all my energy with all of my force/
with any remorse if this my last flow im'a show all the world/
that it aint bout hackin ya down cutin ya leaves grabin ya branch and makin ya scream/
im about showin my skills sendin trills to niggas who feel/
waitin fo the next nigga to reply ta my shit/
cut my ass down and ima be next..../

little j must be the mascot for his peewee league team/
they must be called the crack pheans,so that means, rap is your pipe dream/
you say ya next in line like im supposed to be scared/
its not hard to beat an emcee who still pees after he has nightmares/
cuddle next to ya teddy bears, cause now the boogie mans back/
leave you detach with ya legs on the floor,with ya upper half on the rack/
smash ya thorax, with a simple kick from my steel toes/
make ya throat collaspe, tie ya neck to a sheet then toss ya ass out the window/
you aint no porshe, your more like a pinto/
ya constantly broke, ya style been played out 20 years ago/

i aint gon come to some shit ya done started/
someone call the special ed it think this kids gone retarded/
man u a joke, cant handle what i rattle so ya peepin my past battles and ya choked/
deep throat hard cocks like the pussy ya ass is, resist to glocks and shoot fists and ya miss/
no luves no hugs no kisses, fullfiln ya wishes with hardcore disses/
aspiring producer, thats a good way to get ya feet wet when you postin shit that makes niggas wanna quit/
doin what we love, all this shit is enough to drop bombs/
but he already gonna do that, deploy overseas fight for our freedom/
something aint worth fightn fo when bush is in command/
cant step outta his dads shadow so thinks he owns this land/
but i aint here to diss on him im here to attack ya ass/
last bar i spit cuz my girl on the phone, im'a go get me some pussy and ima hit that ass/

im the best in rb
pleaz be
its hit.z
the best from the d
im rappin with nothing to lose
ill have you in the corner singing the blues
ill have you counting yo 1s and 2s
im sorry i have news
yo mom & dad didnt go on a cruise
the left you Bitch ass at home to live by yo self
fukking wit me ill leave you w/ ill leave you wit bad health
nigga im ridding out in stealth
so nigga you cant see this assin
when i shape up yo body i turn into a craftsman
im an all star at rappin
rap is some thing yo are lackin
if this was pool im like you the loser get yo ass rackin
when i rap i come louder
you ever herd of aby powder?
i got to get slappin
im gonna put this battleon the side
after you read this you cried
hur up and get yo post replied
post so we can go the second rou nd in this battle
all my Shit is played like mattel (a toycompany)

some 1 post against taht so i can post against it

man u about to cop mulitple hitz,
i'm a taclke u on the tack like nfl blitz,
now stop rappin cuse yo shit aint gunna happen,
what u clappen not gats or glocks,
what u puffin not weed but cocks,
u aint nutthin u aint no gangsta,
now this site's shit thanks-ta, u only u aint no homie,
nigga u dont owe me cuse u dont know me,
now idss me back if ya wont,
(sniff sniff) what aftershave u wearin FRONT!!!

sniff'n on guys this nigga a regular pee wee herman/
what you learnin... in qld, make a nigga wanna try ta diss"hitz"/
shit its easy....detroit and the 14 year old make livin so cheesy/
and im the knife gonna slice ya up in different pieces/
put ya on bread with all that balony and ham/
damn im just freestylin....still betta than yours/
you coming cold so tap the rookies for a coors/

Diss Person Above You Cypher...
 

Diss Me...And Ill Ring Ya Neck

Dont Make A New Thread Like This One...THis Is The One...

get fucked
I'm a bull and your bitch ass is gettin bucked
fuck every mutha fucka on this site
yeah I said it, y'all wanna fight?
alright. try to get up with the chameleon
I'll kill the first 1 to step up and the next million
I despise nightdemise and I'll rip out his eyes
rise on the forum killin by guys

I'll be back to post somthin better when I'm not so fucked up
what y'all know about drunk?
oh man, I'm spinnin
I'm drunk as a fish swimmin in paul masson
that's what I'm drinkin on I'm gone

the guy that posts under me is just a fag who can't flow

It's the Drunk Monk
kickin that Shaolin funk
U got alot of spunk but U still a chump
Don't like the MC's on this site?
Get the fuck out
I've been itchin for a fight
Thats what I'm all about
The guy who post above me has no idea
I spit rhymes that are sick
I'm ILL like gonnorhea
Talkin this and that but U have no clue
NYC is in the house now what U wanna do?

JUDOKNOW?

I'm insistant on killin rappers that are battle resistant
your rhyme is far from tight very distant
I'll take your flows out in less than an instant
you untalented useless idiot
your fuckin with the best rap battle affiliate
and standin up when you should really sit
the fuck down you ass clown cause your congruent
to a rapper missin in action of a battle bein truant
westside, I give a damn about the east coast
your innermost fantasy is havin a glass of cum to make a toast
and boast about eatin a guy's ass like it's a rump roast

doggie u talkin alota gay shit/
chameleons be colorful i knew u was gay kid/
congruent now u givin math lessons? well here is one for free/
divide ur self from the mic b/
tight and distant u fuckin degenarate/ get a dictionary /
cuz the way u write u look like a rappin dislexic/
u far from the best bitch/
u get broke fast and ill eat ur ryhmes for breakfast/

Hoods a bitch/ when i spit he better listen
or i'll leave him in a ditch / like a jack the ripper victim

fuck a jack the ripper victim im wearin a scream mask
if you see me down the street you betta get movin.....real fast
this aint a lyrical contest but you still got dead last

treach p anit no gangsta, he aint naughty by nature/
he's that transvanstite on the corner doin sexual favors/
born in the bayou, down under is where he's livin/
gettin stuffed by Dondee more than turkeys on thanksgivin/

when i jump on the track this shit gets alive,
yo raps about as complex as high five,
in this cypher yo name i rip-it,
man yo songs half the size of my snippit,
i aint no psychic but here my prediction,
90 percent of what u spit is just fiction,
just leave this site faggot do that to all of us as a favor,
man u as much as a gangsta as craig david 'what yo flavor'

when I jump on the track, you get dead worn out like tread
your mom said your imbred so refer to your dad as uncle instead
your not bashfull about gettin fucked in the asshole you cock rascal
I'll take you to an actual castle and hang you off the side like a tassle
strap u to the back of my car smokin a cigar and drag u far
meet your mom in a bar 5 minutes later made her a porn star
your gaspin but I'm laughin givin your mom drugs got her babblin
and ramblin bout pussy grabbin in a mountain cabin
her mouth would'nt stop flappin so I started slappin till she started crappin
(I slapped the shit out of her)

when i jump on the track the other rappers fall off/
but u step away instead so u could turn an cough/
are u qualified doctor or do u juss like feelin on ya balls/
but stop taggin the cat above u with what ur usually called/
thank god skills dont measure height cus u wouldnt b that tall/
i illuminate the boards with a flash light placed ta the side of ya head/
so u could imitate 50 wit a hole in ya face the light ta mouth an u still aint dead//

Ill be modest, your wack as hell and im being honest//
The bell just rang and youve been dismissed, its like you were never here, you dont exist//
Im on the sick list, cuz im ill as hell//
My sickness is oppositely contagious, come near you an ill ring the death bell//
Im the king of the track, now look whose off//
ill own you and your things, like im microsoft//

..Peace..

Ya name be drizzle, while my ass rains//
Put these shells to ya clothes and watch how ya blood stains//
My rhyme be whole grain and yours is zero percent//
I'm skilled for life while drizzle is wack perminent//
My flow, he couldn't fuck wit a third of it//
Merazh?....yeah I don't think this bitch ever heard of it//
But after I rip this fire he'll know how i be burnen it.....

Razh

if ya skilled for life.... then it must be a "short term"/
i got more talent in my nut sack every time i shoot my sperm/
striaght in ya moms mouth,fillin cavities, and coverin up all the plaque/
have her dentist askin: "Damb whats used to get ya teeth white like that?" /
dont walk alone, cause if i catch ya ass on the streets/
i'll crush ya sternum and pyss on ya jesus christ neck pieace/
im the black doc oct., with spiked sharp tenticles/
you'll have 5 stabbin you repeatedly, and 1 rippin off ya genitals/
your raps lower penicale, my pedistal to high for me to see you/
you'll get ridiculed, not even wynos wanna be you/
courts ajourned, your lawyer quit, admit you lost this case/
i'll hit you with shots that bang louder than clue on the mixtapes/

fuck does shootin sperm have to do wit talent
fagat/
u rappin a whole lotta shit and it dont make cents /
u couldnt make a hit if i gave u a bat to swing at a record/
and just for the record u sweet like a candy bar/
matter afact i seen harder rappers on candy bars/
before u write sumtin make sure its hot and its goes together/
cuz u makin music dont belong like wearin long johns in hot weather/

whoa!!!!!
I dont fuckin know why this bitch even tries to flow
foe sho he needs to go
the fuck home before I crack him in his dome makin it leak brainy foam
this is the forum that you should'nt roam
what kind of name is dahoodsvoice
if weak rappers were cars you'd be a fuckin rolls royce
I'm gonna rejoice after I run you off this site cause that's my choice

skills? you lack by far not even close to par gay is what u are...
how ya gonna be hard? ya named after a pokemon card...
a retard its a shame to the game that you even talk to a mic...
gangsta? whats its like ya dyke punchlines like a fight...
kill you tonight and gouge out ya eyes when i knock ya off the site...

man i mite wanna mind the gap but u wuld wanna mind the rap,
that i'm bout to post against-ya whats yo name nightdemise,
nigga u aint wise yo name gets ripped in seconds leaving u no time to think or blink,
leave ya frozen and not chosen for anything,
the only time u was gangsta is with yo fuckin source pinky ring,
man i'm a real emcee u just a carbon copy,
i'm like cd's yaw just outta date like a floppy,
disk drive i drive u ova the edge with these punch lines these hitz,
leave yaw brain exposed like u been hit by clips,
but not from a gun from my poetic winds my cyclone,
i'm the original emcee u just another clone

earlier you was talkin shit to me ya dumbass bitch/
i've never seen a middle weight that had the weakest of diss/
i thought i was the newbie, but soon well see/
i challange you to Bitch Slapped nigga, i feel you aint betta than me/
you sorry lyricist, bet ya ass wont even show/
i got devilish tricks that satan wont even dare oppose/
i suppose your a female, when you spit you sound like ya bitchin/
get vaginal cream, cause i bet ya pussy is itchin/
on DahoodsVoice my ngga guess what ya next/
after i fuck this bitch, i'll verbally lynch you and break ya neck/

yall aint want none wit jint, mark the end of yo stint
at the last line you spit, hold what's that? rewind this shit
its over close the curtains on this fake flexin' war
when he ain't battle wit straps or be fuckin no whore
lynchin' cats you say, bitch you a racisit muhfucka
im like anthrax in the U.S. can't trace this muhfucka
can't outline or define my steez when i spaz on fakes
yo be dracula my darts be steaks, driven to ya heart
im driven by this art, to rip sad muhfuckas like you apart
star wars is probably ya life, along wit spittin lies
this be you demise, fuck replies, quit while you ahead
and gotta a head, fo you get popped wit lead
i stead, fast blow napalm bombs outcho fat ass
slice off ya dick quick, -have ya suckin on ya own shit

sorry bitch ass nigga, make up ya own ryhmes/
that rewind shit was first used by that nigga dolladimes/
u must be stupid, what u callin me racist for/
take ya ass to class, and get lectured on metaphors/
cause thats what it was, and thats all it is/
call me R.kelly cause im about to fuck you kid/
fuck meanin, cut you, also verbally slice you/
leave you whipped, so this whole site wont even like you/
u didnt mean anthrax ya meant to say tampax/
this nigga is pms n, I hate it when bitches do that/
tryin be like meth, but really you cant even hack it/
you smoke dick like blunts, you dumb ass faggot/
lift up ya mattress and i'll bet i'll find/
gay pono flicks, and a whole bottle of calimine/

aight here we go warlord//
change your name to gaylord//
cause the shit that you display//
is just fuckin gay//
just shut your fuckin trap//
cause dawg, you can't fuckin rap//
sorry to hurt your feelings G//
but you ain't nothin more then a wannabe//
just give up and stop tryin to be cool//
cause you makin yourself look like a fool//
go jump in a pool and drown//
cause your just a gay ass clown//
fuck here's a dollar//
dial down the center and give me a holla//

ayo, Krem, you fuckin feminine
ya shit couldnt hit hard even if the nigga writin was Eminem//
my lines blaze u, phase u, and u just mad cause your ass couldnt get paid dude.....//
your whack, ill shoot your outta the barrel of a circus cannon
you'll read this rhyme run str8 to ur notebook and start plannin...--for the next attack, the next tragic act...the only way u could diss me me is if u run into a MACK(your shit see)//
you talkin about niggas bein cool, and cruel nigga but you dont wanna step and to the plate and duel with Caustik, cause my plots this..--with my flows ima hit u with a punchline and get u with a multi ~ in the same line//
This shit dropped is a str8 dime, ya mind is racin', ill pop 2 shells and have ya body shakin//
after this you just gonna have to quit, thugz 4 life, fake ass nigga more like Caustik Starved YA LIFE

1

hahaha fuck feminem, bet you had to think hard for that//
man you don't wanna diss me, cause i'll beat you flat//
look your scared to post your location//
scared of humiliation//
i'll hurt you bad, make you walk to the station//
here i'll make you sad, you a waste of god's creation//
you better think twice before u diss me again//
cause this diss, is me playing pretend//
man you ain't got no rapping ability//
your just makin yourself look silly//

it's funny how krem rap don't sound like u could spit it/
like books kids just read it,na more like....control....alt....deleted/
me i was neva da type to read, just skim it/
he could wear army fatuiges, and still would'nt be no limit/
ya bars is a gimic,i copy like mimic/
me rippin ya ass is ya only contract ticket/
son forget it, i know u tryin to win it/
but u was to busy like ya gurls orgasims.......pertendin/

fithycalibur

don't bring my girl into this, or i'll beat you bad//
kinda like your dad did, when he got mad//
don't call me son, cause i ain't your kid//
i'll out rap you, o wait i just did//
those 4 lines are better then your whole verse//
you can't rap, your the curse//
stop spittin and begin qutting//
cause if you don't, your throat what i be slittin//

don't take it personal/
i'll snatch yo mom and leave her persue and all/
i love ta brawl,i thought i made that shit up but da truth u just told it all/
i'm known ta merc,^like web cams dis kid loves ta jerk/
oh my bad i said son , i know thats gotta hurt/
i puts in work,unlike u when it comes to rhymes/
i'll leave ur gurl out of it, cuz i promissed i'd only talk bout dimes!

man it seems to me like you wanna die//
you rap against me, your sure to cry//
sorry man, i ain't got no beef//
dissin you, is just a relief//
do you even read your rhymes//
if you did, you'd know you were just wastin your time//
but fuck i'm done with you//
cause your spittin like your two//

2+2 is 4 and 4+16, means u need 20 r more/
chances to be like me u need more glances/
u from uk,but it should be francis/
france,sorry but u ain't got no chance/
like nude beaches u walk round wit no pants/
so ya balls missin,think he bad wanna start dissin/
mom got paper plates fo thankgivin/
cuz u ain't got no dishies,only dinner u get is fishin fo fishes/

i'm from the UK, dude are you okay//
what the fuck did you just display//
check your eyes man, i think your seeing things//
i could help ya, but it's probly gonna sting//
i'll punch ya in da face with my fist//
get ya all pissed//
make ya start to cry, and let the tears flow//
maybe you'll finally see, that your a homo//
just so ya know, i'm from canada eh//
but yeh, thats okay//

this is to fithycalibur....

you are stupid i am smart/
i spell good and you smell like a fart/
i look good you look ugly/
i am wednesday and you are pugsley/
you are robin and i am wayne/
say shit to me and you'll feel pain/
why do you act like this sometimes/
please don't make me hear your shitty ass rhymes!

that was weak,open ya eyes now can u see?/
that i-c-k after d, is who u be/
try to diss,but got dissmised by a nicca that can't spell/
i'm 4th grade at typin,but preschoolers write ur shit so i'm still doin swell/
get punchlines that defines,wordplays wit multi rhymes/
and by that time,u might find,that whole round ya assline/

u wanna battle don't beat round da bush, take it to bitch slapped/
and get scrapped,liked old cars when i'm tired of have that/

Filthy Homo

I'll see ya later no time for tha *unworthy u *dirty//
fuck yo heat bitch probly never will *burn me//
my rhymes *off charts mad heat from tha *jumpstart//
u couldn't rip a verse if ya tore *tha bible apart//
damn *mis filthy my *shit hits have this bitch *strugglin fo breath//
battlin me is like cheatin on life cause then u *flirtin with death//
what's worse tha fact that he tried hard or tha fact that *I didn't
damn im rippin u and i only made this in *5 minutes//
fuck a *thug I don't even give it a *shrug//
u can cry me a river bitch but I'd rather swim in yo *blood//

Hahaha