~ See I don't whip backs..I strp macks blast cats like nick-nacks who talk back but skill- lack is most fact...

~ My impact is high- track, leave your face a bloody-art like abstract.

~ Willingly I see he who deny me, frightenly they reply-me but I lay-lines so un-kindly...

~ Insane be how you define me, your moms bed is were you ind me.

~Suggestion you keeps steppin, like wreckin-rocks I'm effecting all standing...

~ My mind keeps expanding, your defeat I'm demanding.

From the looks of it, It looks like your rhymes are stranded,
Kid get it right your wack and you have no punches landed..
Ya mind gets branded, Your nothing but a two bit chump,
You missing all your punches I can tell that you hit a slump..
You take it in the rump, You bust pimples i bust caps at cats,
I'll lay my verse on ya stupid ass because i'll put you under raps..

Jecht you get stomped~quick when this lady devil bomb~shit
Matta fact you `SUCK`; if freestylin is yo `moms~tit`
i throw punches n personals thats hurtin~you hard
you couldnt write `fat rhymes` if you carved em into `3 pound bars of lard`
leave you scarred wit SARS, punches stick to you like tar
anotha bitch boy merked n `driven off` tha site like a car

fuck jack fuck proper ill burn ya both wit 10 lines

these lil immature bitches tryin to set it off and battle
why dont yall both dickride each other with a saddle
yall cant see me wit a telescope im invisable
coudn hurt or merk me wit an army im invinsalble
quick to spit shit but yall tricks cant hang like an asians dicks
between da both of u u have sucked on zero tits
zero clits clownin on ya just for kicks yall fags by this
principle if the glove fits so yall shoud just fukin quit
im a ridah an insida u want to fight then lets collide uh!
fukin bitas ignorant bitches always acting pious

Aimed @ May jane

The Bounce-A-nomical's gona prove this lady's nothing more than comical/
Althought I love ya name, ~N~ ya lovely frame, for ya lyrics I can not say the same/
Five and 0, must of battled nothing but newbie ho's with substandard flow/
I'm elevating and generating the 'magmas' flow's that set the Core ~A~ Blaze ~N~ heat it to a glow/
Prettly lady this is just a cypher dis, not a token of respect or the fact the most crawl on they belly and hiss/
Word play lethal cuz I spit what I spray, intice ya thoughts ~N~ leave ya lyricaLLY Played/

(no beef just a cypher, I'm blazing on out!)

come bouncy why didn u fukin pounce me?/
fool u gotta diss me or are u scare lil "G?"/
ill make this easy for u and spit half assed/
still i pass wit ten time more class than u lads/
u use nads u fukin fag if i saw u id empty three mags/
u lag behind me incredibly all eyes on me keep em steadily/
im ready "G" bring it will utter full authority/
cuz u just got jacked by a mutha fuckin minority/
yea keep blazin on out u lil homo my style needs no promo/
u coordinate more retarded than steve bono/


steve bono - some sorry ass nfl quarterback that blowed dick

HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA

Herbal ya couldn't handle my verbal execution, have ya spread out on ya back like ya practicing prostitution/
You beating me is more than an illusion, its like an oassis in the desert heat, a plain and simple delusion/
Now thats the conclusion to your lyrical exclusion, cuz there minus the heat unlike your anal friction from meat/
Mutha fucka recognize I'm a southsider til I die, I'll slap ya newbie ass until ya Mother stars to cry/
Herbal you've been reduced to nothing more than another queer FILLING GERBALS w/ fear... caught in ya anal-sphere/

Bounce doggy dog bounce...You ain't even a light weight, you half an ounce//
I ain't gotta count to ten to show how I knocked you out//
Your real bitch... ya lil'rhymes will never harm me//
I'll embark wit certain sparks and shoot you calmly//
Have ya head ringen like Mr.Rodgers trolly//
Treat ya face like a skateboard and perform an ollie//
Your hardly...tough enough to weather my skills//
You fake while I'm real when it comes to dealen wit kills//
When Nise step around your peelen them wheels!

Nise

^^who this man? fuckin boo this man, he won't come out on top like a cripple in quick sand
is that what you planned? to bore everyone with your lyrics till their too tired to stand
you should get banned, your creativity will never expand
your gayer than a 1 line battle, your so damn awful
I'll give you a jostle when I spit lyrics their so nutty and hostile
you spittin decent's impossible, your lyrics and a pile of shit is comparable
your so damn terrible, just quit rap cause every line you spit is just un reparable

westside? mothafucka what u know about the crime rate/
u can hide all u want but u cant make it through this climate/
this bitch gotta tail between his legs, so sad it grows back/
with all them colors u sportin, just invite every gang to peel ya wig back/
yeah bitch, go ahead mahfucka blend with the trees/
battle me and u still could'nt see my fatigues/
im suited and booted dude, ready for war/
i'll slice u up so u can blend with the gore/

GameTime...

foo u cheap bastard ure record is one to none/
ure about as harmless as convent nun/
just ask 2hot2handle u cant fukin touch me son/
even if god helped u touch me id be fukin numb/
do not try to match up verbally cuz herbal/
eternally will always be on top of the creams of many crops/
hahahaha u see that shit ill spit it very elemen-tary/
and still burn ya ass leave ya like 6 deep in a cemetary/
ama diss myself so that this can be suspensefull/
im so stupid that i actually took time to diss this fool/
there now ure caught up lets take this into O.T./(overtime)
ure such a bitch even fagget clown you like moby

Ya verse is straight up wack there Herbal...
I should beat you wit a staff like Donitello tha Ninja Turtle//
Ya more sour than 8 month old milk that'll curdle...
I'm bout ta' show you a "Dark Man" way more furocious than Earl//
I'm serious though, ya like a baby tryin ta' walk...
Tha only time you step is when your guided by someone above//
I'm way higher aloft, you came into tha game retired so theres no need for me to bully n' boss//
Ya truly a cross...
After I floss I have ya family laying roses n' cards//
Let me flip up n' toss, make receptions like Moss runnin you off//
Why don't you get off this post....
There's no eyes on you, Pac would diss you tha most...tha Flyweight's no go//
For real bitch I'de like to see you saddle inta' my seat...
Because after battlin me you'de be pickin up teeth, I say ya strictly a dweeb//

jay hull is an "A" hole, his sexuality is unstable
why the hell is his baby ass out of his cradle?
his jig is up, the only way he'll make money flowin is if he cums in a cup
what's up? your afraid to eat some muff? geez that's tuff
anyway, many say your gay and all about anus play
ok, so your lyrics have gone astray
that doesn't mean you have to spit that whack shit and make everyone pay

chameleon but u dont change skins/
u gonna pay for all of my sins wit fins/
eaten up beaten up straight up im wicked/
anus play? i bet id stick my dick out and ud lick it/
its ku u aint gotta lie to kick it or pick it/
ure sorry really weak like newborn crack baby/
dont trip wen i mack on ure baby/
it aint fun unless all the homies can have some/
fuk ya bitch till u pay me a handsome randsome/
bitch

.........................holla...................
...........herbal..............wattt///////

this third rate linguists lacks the skill ta diss
he sounds like he just got drenched in piss
look the played out gangsta era is through
so now find something new to do
you verbal skills=0-15 ya negative bitch
looks like you type while on a sedative trip

i drop harder shit than u goin through constipation..
u and rap have no relation..like white and chinese kids..
u'll neva have any elevation..im closin u like lids..
u wack as fuck and it seems ur gettin worse..
when droppin a shit verse..then u expect to get wins..
u betta learn first..imagin the wackness if u were a twin..
smith goes to DRASTIK MEASUREZ to find and bite lines..
u verse is shit compared to mine..i got more skills..
ur still shit wid u and ur crew combined..my line kills..
i've had enough of this bitch so ill kill u softly..
u cant even make a hit, even when using prewrittin shit..
u wont be livin bitch caue i'll leave u for dead..
ur blodd is spread..u lost..cause..but u were neva even in dis..


mary jane i u see dis add me on AIM : ZanySkillz

u fine fine fine fine ;)

this kid shows off for dimez like a crackhead for pipes
his shit is half assed, barely rhymes is misspelled & typed
you claim to be lyrically unique but edit ya posts?
pre-written is word of the geek; shut up you're to soft ya boast
you can't be constipated ya ass is more used than worn tires
wack lyrics as hot as waterlogged and soggy fires
compared to your lyrics mine are sacred scriptures written
you couldn't beat me if ya fake ass encrypted ya rhymes bitten
i leave you broke and bloody in a fuckin pile of ashe smitten
so please be quiet stay home and jerk off in front of ya pc
cuz as much as we know you want to you'll never be me

werd smith your style is fake like a myth
I got the gift, a big dick werd smiths girl couldn't handle the width
you sorry sack of crap, fuck your little jack off rap
I'll flow better than you when I'm takin a nap you silly sap
come on, you know you suck penis for quarters in a public john
I'll smoke you like I do a pound a week of chron
be gone, you've been here too long, and you still are herbish
I'll leave you swimmin in my endless flows like you were fish
a large mouthed bass, this werd guy can just eat my ass
you'll never pass for a rapper like you need to take a lyrical class

haha, punk ass mutha fuckAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

five hundered plus post and your still so simple
I cock one two back and give u a 50 cent dimple
Brake your neck in 6 spots,And fil ya home with Red dots
Bust ya moms up and sell her rocks
Its a shame that came and set a flame to that thang you call a rap
Put you in Boston crab now bitch tap

suck dick or eat clit, which would u prefer? neither, cuz instead u spit shit/
how do u expect to diss someone, when ur talkin bout semi's smugglin punks?/
but ur just full of pre-played puns, replayed to the gun/
cuz u ain't got the brains to run down someone/
shit this ain't no fun, takin shots at such a defenseless cunt/
so y don't u jsut take a walk, cuz I ain't got the time to give chase to hit u up around the block/
minimul cash paid, gettin laid 3 times a day with only 50 bucks to help pay your way/
cuz that's the only way your gettin physical with any of us today/
so just stop with playin the game, and keep it that way/

nuttin personal

gene pool where did you learn to spit? probably from a cowboy chewin tobbacco and shit
you should exit, you sound fuckin retarded man I think your dislexic
but I don't care about that, let's talk about how your lyrics are stoopid'r than a mickey mouse tat
your like a house cat, pussy, the only thing you can rap is a dick for your tooshie
I don't want to sound pushy, but you need to go now
stop rappin cause you don't fuckin know how

bitch, who u think u dissin, when u suck and fuck more dick then clit/
shit got u gripped so tight that u can't even piss/
so juss break u down with a good pistol whip cuz ur rhymes mean shit/
dick all, just prop u up against a wall, and play target practice with ur balls/
to pussy to snap crack open jaws, so u stick with spinnin ur weak spliffy riffs/
thinkin that u on top of this, but I'm the one to always make the hits/
like I'm Babe Ruth up in this shit, while ur sulkin in ur own spit/
so sick, that u cough up blood, yo buddy! LAY OFF DA DRUGS!!
the mush that u so love, the coke that u won't give up/
and the smoke that u always choke up, makin it hard for u to bust a nut/
so sterile that u can't wake that shit up, bitch u impitent as fuck!/
hey yo, I'm sick of u ya fuckin chump, so just step off, and let this rap be your loss/

Gene Pool<----what the fuck does that meen fool..
i kill u wid my spits...BUT I DIDN'T MEEN TOO..
u spit verses like u in a battle and they still wack..
skill is somin u lack..so take a trip to turorial..
dont bother postin back..or my verse will be ur memorial..
u say in ur sig that u can kill..but u lost every battle u had..
gene u betta be glad..cause im killin u before u lose again..
ur verse was hella bad..ill make it quick to ease the pain...

lol...i aint even tryin

You talkin bout his genes but you the whos a mistake,
Theres more drag queens in your family then on ricki lake,
Your lirically fake, tryin to be a real mc,
the only time you pop a cap in me is when you workin on my teeth
But ill stand ova ya grave and probably take a shit,
Cause after this rap your neva gonna come through it,
You blew it, ya opened up ya mouth and thats bad enough,
Even if you spat for ford you still couldnt be tuff,

im killin u wid viscious spits..and your barely spittin hits..
'L' <----can u remember this..its a loss and theres more coming..
u aint a bitch, u genderless..get ready for this sonning..
i spit dope rhymes..& ur punches arent there like u got no lines..
crackin tidos spine..but he likes it so he can suck his own dick..
u a waste of time..u could buy my life and u still cant own-me..
before u even set up the battle he lost it..tryin? i dont have to..
he can only drop shit..like his avy when he in the bathroom..

i come wit that hard shit that make TEK go off
ya like ICRE cream in the sun, u 'nice' an soft'

you dont wanna spit against the new amabasador of rap/
u better stop rappin, cos u get smacked, more that pop fans clap/

im like a full speed train,...... no rails........... unstopable/
before you met me ya thought ya style was unconquarable/

he yells-anthrax couldnt rock the mic in a derailed Amtrack /
make this bitch stand-back wit his flows that couldnt be sick in 3-gel Tampax//

Brain-Freeze neither hot or cold wit flows that r sharp enough to Stain-Tees/ (flow- blood, stain tees-blood stain on white tees)
insain-bees stingz n makes ya brain bleed u couldnt be sick if u on the corner n stayed-free//

rocky mics couldnt make your flow hard ya line n bars dont go together like two shopping dikes
head locking-pipes wont toughin bars more bitchy then bitches on they cycle while they try stopping bikes//


new style jus testing it see if it works

ya avatar look like u..................... wit a dik in ya hand/
ya failed the test u set........... ur new style is bland/

from the depths of hell u came, an still u spit no heat/
u sit on the devil... ridin his dik... usin ur tongue.... u cant speak/

an the chances of leavin me finished an disminished/
bout the same as a role reversal, wit pupils dismissin/

creeped-up-wit-lead to blaze my hair couldnt make u heat-up-my-head /
leave-it-win-said I'll toss ya bones in ya casket so i can say i beat-up-the-dead //

freeze-ta-death cuz im not hot im cold so i can releave-ya-breath /
sharp hooks to release-my-left..rounds pop n whatch him sleep-wit-seth

Willi-bob my 007 style beats slackers so i say im killing-slobs
willing-jobs keeps him eating..cut his throat so i can say he flows but hes spilling-odd

yo ya 6 lines was alright till the last two which spoiled it......

aiight check
u dont wanna test cos i spits rentless agression/
leave ya defenseless i spit gire from all directions/

wats wrong wit this cat, lets wen ya battle, ya shud expect 2 lose/ ur like a bitch wit a dick u jus gettin confused/

maybe ya stupid goin at me, its bad decision making/
u left exposed like a drunk girl, wit virginty to be taken/

jesus i hope all emcee's on this site ent as bad as you...



aight..

Kid this is street-hop' not a 'fuckin-debate',seems like you battlin ~elton-john~ cus u doin anythin butt' ~fight-straight~, this homo's increasin the 'crime-rate', yet he spits SHIT an wonders why ~'above his head'~ it still says 'lightweight.'

Ya ego's outta space, need to get ya ''mits-to-ya-face''(boxing gloves) but kid your ~'ears are sweatin'~ you shud get ya ~'pits-into-place'~ so now you got ya honour to-erase,kid u ~'fell short'~ like ~'steven hawkins'~ reachin ~'third-base in his NECKBRACE'~ LMAO!

that'll do kid.. i dont wanna kill you so soon into ya career..

peace.

L.p... the future best text batler...

oh wow L prophet thats his dick now get off it/
oh wait there still some semen in ya throat? go ahead and cough it//
Now you've been 'right'ly bitched so ive 'left' ya for dead/
Cuz u been 'duckin' our battle like my avatar got to your head// LMAO
Must I continue? Ill hit this, till i leave ya shitless/
Only time you hear 'L Prophet' is when im callin out the bitch list//
oh lord 3 is enough

yo turbulance u spittin drama an romance/
take a glance down a guys pants n inhance ur vision/
lookin atta weiner thinkin hmm i shoulda gotta circumcision/
touchin weiner to weiner like a head on collision/
im usin division to slice u in two/
hoppin threw a mans ass like a kangaroo, turbulance, goin turbo fast, in a gay anal screw/

history has to have told u dukes usually got shot/
but ill began an end the war wit the arsenal that i got/
i bet u kno bout gay gettin ya shit tossed/
but spittin that i see why u got no wins an one loss/
get tha fuck outta here if u think ya nice/
an if u think ur on my level..stop an refrain to think twice//

Listen up little boi, u aint nice,
and you better think twice about some of the things you said,
cuz cats like me will leave your ass for dead,
your rhymes are bogus like bill&ted, whats goin on in your head,
u must be mixed up, i could eat you while gettin my dick sucked,
leavin your heart stuck at one beat, gettin hit by my pistol from pete!!!

deeni, the way spit is the opposite of genious/ nigga, you will never come hard, you're an oldman penis/yo, I got something for you, that will make you stiff like your legs when, you jackin off/and thats 40 cal 4 you MR. CAptain soft/that'll stop your ass 4 wackin off/

Yo black fire, you should retire, you ani't spittin like me//
I throw 8 at ya chest like a Kobe jersey//
You need to rehearse, and edit that shitty verse that you shot//
You ain't hot, and you talk about the penis a lot...//
And when you spit your little bullshit, it ain't even felt//
I'll piss on black fire to put him out before he can melt//

I here ta' put ya ta' rest, Tsheff be less then tha best//
Weak ass fool, gets picked on by more dudes than Ja Rule//
He's from Eeeni teeni weeni little Cincy, this kats real names prolly Lindsay,fag...isn't he?//
I slay more gays in ways than your average day, I bet you even wanna bang my balls like a game of croquette//
Head back to tha Ruckers Sucker N'go get ya brothers from under ya mother in her covers//
Sharin mothers wit ya homies like ya be sharin Colt 45's, now ya feelin bad like ya drunk n' all hype'd ta' go drive, end up smashin through signs//
Ya fake faggot tha faults yours Hull holds tha high score...
N' I say your more poor than tha Ravens commin outta Baltimore//

Like P.Diddy and those whack ass niggas from Makin the Band//
I'll slap you quick with the back of my hand, you aint in demand, now here's the plan// Go buy me a cheesecake and dont keep me waitin, Or when you get home you'll find me on your bitch masturbatin// YOu know its kinda funny to think your name is Jay.. a white boy rhymin cuz the only black movie he ever seen was Kid n' Play//