Uski smells musky and thats not the reason why he stinks..
Just see how quick Imma shatter ya pulse before you even blink..
You pink, cause you a little loose pussy..
And the reason you ain't Tight is cause you're Fucked like a Gay wussy..
You wouldn't be Loved if yer name was Lucy..
You couldnt call yer Rap's tight cause you spit too loosely..

^^^ something quick

Hmmm...What...No...Never...Blah Blah...Rhyme?
Kid, That Filler Was Doper Than Ya Punchlines!
Ok, Timeout..........Fuck It, Enough Spaces Already
Light Slaps Kill Ya, Like Ali, Ya Hands Unsteady!
Word Of Advice: Quit Now...We Wont Think Less Of You
Its Like I'm Draggin You Along...I'm Always Ahead Of You!

MAN, U CALL URSELF N LITENED/
UR RHYMES EXPLICIT AS BARBRA STISEND/
YOUT BATTLE RECORD AINT BAD THOUGH/
BUT YOUR MAMMA IS STILL A LIL' HOE/
YOUR DADDA'S GAY AND YOUR A HOMO/
UR RHYMES AIGHT BUT YA AINT GOT ANY FLOW/

Another dumb motherfucker who can't read tha rules...
The minimum is 6 lines, bitch! They teach ya ta read in school?
No, they didn't. Otherwise your dumbass woulda spit 6...
Spittin 6...
Like when he's in the middle of a circle jerks of dicks!
Callin yaself Saint, well, ya probably are far from a sinner...
It takes backbone ta be thug, and everyday yours gets thinner.
Shrivelling away, cowardice eatin that shit like acid...
Similar to the way, ya tiny little dick grows more and more...flaccid.

BORN TO KILL...UH...MAN I'LL MAKE YA TRIP LIKE A PILL/
WOTS THE DEAL...I'LL GIVE YA BODY SHOTS TILL U SQUEAL/
YOU'RE A OLD TIME VETERAN FROM HOUSTON, TEXUS/
MAN, IM TELLIN YA NOW, U NEED TO VARY YA LEXUS/ (MEANING LANGUAGE, NOT THE CAR)
YOUR AVATOR EVEN SHOWS THAT YOU'RE KILLIN RAP/
MIGHT AS WELL TAKE A GAT AND BREAK YA CD'S WID A CAP/
PLEASE HOMO-BOY STOP HURTIN N SCOULDIN MY EYES/
WITH THAT WACK SHIT THAT ALL THESE EMCEE'S DISPICE/

The best thing about that shit, was the pic in ya sig...
That girl's got ass, dawg, you just are one, dig?
Typin those CAPS, but the meanings backwards...
Like that bitch's hat, or an ass that sucks turds.
They suppossed ta drop, like ya rhyme did, but didn't...
That shit fell, yo...like ya dick does after one minute.

Damn, son in your last 2 posts you sure talked about dicks a lot
Your spits come across like they’re the gay version of sir mix-a lot
Born to Kill? Yeah right, this artist couldn’t murder a verse
That last kid’s post was garbage, but your shit was worse
There’s a difference between being a veteran and being old
There’s not 1 cat on this site you’re better than, truth be told
Sorry kid, don’t mean to disappoint you and give you a loss, but fuck it, you’re dull
I guess to get my point across I gotta do like your av and stick this shit in your skull

~1~

High Ku spittin crap, with a brain that can't even form real lines...
Thinking he can rap, but his verse was NOT intelligent by design.
And neither was he, a mongoloid and retard fooled around...
And gave birth to him, but he even let those parents down.
That stupid siggy makes perfect sense for you, like chasin ya tail...
Cuz, dawg, ya punches wouldn't arrive if ya put them in 1st Class mail.
So go! No one wants ta hear bout tha life you've led...
Cuz he sucks somethin fierce...why ya think his sig pic is a HEAD?

This kid gets done in and fucked on the regular and dammit he loves it
Take a number we're bout to have the second running of the Houston 500
You dumb shit, clownin’ heads when you got one as your sign
The difference is, attached to mine, little coward, I got a spine
A brain creates rhymes the are designed with intelligence
Kill gets fucked up so much he wished he’d stayed celibate

you need to calm down and take a chill pill/
no.... wait...eat at a talent buffef and take a skill pill/
when you got the flu is the only time you feel ill/
you a wack mutha fucka and thats still real/
i got experience and skill unlike you /
shut the rap shit up , go home and writ a hiku/
cause i dont , they dont, and not even your keyboard like you/
ill chew through your flesh, cartilage and bones when i bite through/ you should practice, rewrite, retype, retry to /
come sick/ i aint even gotta hit submit/ to know i won this/
go against geezy and you friends like " you dumb bitch"/

for sheezy my neezy, this shizzy here is off the heezy..
that language's played,
N that's the same category u findin Geezy.
please B, put 2 and 2 together you get a brainer
but put my dick to Geezy's neck, N i get a brainer
no namer, N you'll never have skills I assure you
cuz
he was half way up to good, before it threw boulders on you

Ok you got a demeanor, in the charts, you top-loosing
This kid lays so much weak tracks, sonic stop-moving
Hot dude' an theres just no way, lyrically a newb to me
Ok grab a bat, swing it like sosa intell you hit puperty
cuz duke!, I see your wackness has gotten the top-of-you
kid's gettin clowned like Ronald Mcdonalds prostitute!

Cannabarz avatar is him after his mom farts
U couldn't have a sweet mouth if ate sweet tart
This is just a start my madness weakens ur knees
Leave u cryin again when i smack u, bitch please
You talkin bout prostitutes cuz its the only pussy u get
Oh i didn't mention ur mom, how could i forget
Whatever kid im out, I give this Brooklyn Kid a shout
Step like you madness, and I leave u in doubt

I had to erase your topical cypher drop, it's a ten line minimum and should be a complex poetic type drop.
~Bounce~

Take this sunning, fucking fag gets multiple concussions
he got 5-0 record, what? from fukkin 101 of your cousins?
oh, and your punches not that great for I'm mendin-lit!
I like your avy, How would you like a O at the end-of-it?
That's a k.o, so please say-no or disregard
because you got flow like cable, but it just isn't charged!
an wack drops, just isn't "bars", or anything close an
you couldn't bomb your drops, with massive palms of explosives
in doses, you couldn't be sick .. so check a dentist
because a man without a sick flow, just isn't a "chemist"!

CannaBarz...

Watch as I crush Cans-and-ur-Barz
Your Lines look re-cycled because
you stay typin garBuage. Watch as
Knock this flyweight out with my
Lines and break threw ur barries
of rhymes. snaping ur scripts with
my mind tricks and canning your
bars with your own alias..

first time here, looks like the red dots on "Bio"/
gotta ask, you really a chemist or are u just "bi" yo/
ohh... ya killn me wit my man pun all up in ya sig/
surprised it aint a pic of white transvetite rock`n blonde wig/
you got me think`n this site full of blind kids/
how bout next time ya post at least try an rhyme bitch/

your punches are to fucking terrible to resemble a twist mans//
becaus the closest your gettin to an "ill punch" is bein a "wrist band"//
this, damn...you just destroyed this cypher wit' your flow as bait//
so I'm happy when you dropped, you didn't drop more than 8!//
this whore ain't great, I've seen sluts but this one is weaker..//
because i told him to drop the beat, but he didn't know the proper Persey - jer//(procedure)

haha...lol.

brooklyn newyork, bitch you lyan'/
you've never even seen a baby momma cryin'/

you've never been to the streets, face it period/
your rhymes suck, but mine rip, i'm serious/

when you hear this, you're gonna be as mad as your avatar/
you'll go to your incest family and ask back your big guittar/

Oh shit this fool think hes knows about crime//
He probably does, figuring hes too stupid to rhyme//
I hope ya know writtin lyrics wastes your time//
it'd be better to take vocab and try to climb//
its about time to be done with you//
shit so weak, might as well come with a new debut//

Cuffs'll fall, when i rip his arm N break his left knee
N cut him with a hack saw, like prisoner escapies
ya great? please!, H's on his way to be a super fag
So i'll take him up the path of greatness...dragged in a body bag
ya body sags, when I kick him in the back of the chest
until his nipple's at his knees, like talkin bout his momma's breasts
you don't impress me, unless B you truly quittin rap
since u can find a handcuff, usually behind a niggas ass

oh shit...my computer froze up and i couldn't post in time...this is for drizzle.......

on the real that shit was the weakest shit i saw
N ask for drizzle bein wack, shit when it rains it pours
you whore, you get raped one bar at a time
which means all 8 of mine, and ya nursery ass lines
N don't wine you get tied with a turnicate vine
with spikes that find N intertwine with every link in ya spine

^^key...

well itsa little past the time to hurt u/
its 42 after nine past your curfew/
you nearly 3 hours late thats gonna hurt dude/
i could rap in sign language and merk you/
my bag of rymes is ANDRE GIANT/
yours couldnt fill the soc on a SMURF FOO/
just be ya self and walk around in a skirt boo/
thats right im pullin ya card/
and flashin the pictures of you in the girdie/
ill smack this cat so hard he'll spin an do
SEVEN THURTY

yo dawg, you seem to keep gud track of tha time
den u shud know, wif shit like dat u wasted it
my rhymes like weed wif bit of extra flava laced wif it
life is wot u make of it, u keep spitting and u wasted it
im juz trying to get it through ur thick skull
my lyrics dangerous and quick like tha blast of ma pis-tul (pistol)
i cud be blind and still get enuf personals to diss u
and shoot lyrics like a bullet and still not miss u
juz to tell u, u got a serious mental issue
my lyrics rip u, like a piercing doz to da tissue

-1-

I cant find words to describe you..
your like a cheap shampoo..
used once then thrown away..
Look at you now giving it 2 ya dady up the butt, you must be gay..
I never planned to battle a faggot like you..
Judges plz give this mug a boooooooooooo..
Haha look at you in the corner trying 2 hide...
Im sorry but you must be the uglyest man alive..
So leave me alone famoose be gone..
Get up off my jock, go beat-off with chi chi chong
Damn your rhymes were weak..
sniff sniff.. you musta queefed..
come back again you might get hit with a brick..
Get out of here you cum bubbling prick..

You fucking faggots
think rapping is a game..
all i know is you can be with the maggots..
i keep my game in tip top shape to survive this thrive
playa ill keep a cnote with my chu-low cuz thats my past time..
You sorry mugs, holla back at me for a prolong thong
lets go some a argeele so u can someday debut a bong
cuz i smoke like chi chi chong you dumbass bitches
holla back ill like up a cig in your kitchen
you momma be licking all over when im pissing
mother fucker im getting my dick licked and yo momma be hissing