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Yo Nfamous
I dont mean to spit my-down-rate but ya rhymes is weak, they couldnt lift a five pound weight You as sweet as a cinnamon stick only name you known as is the Nfamous bitch Young Mix |
HEY EVERYBODY I JUST HEARD SUMTHIN IN THA MIX!!!
Its more than likely true.... Young Mix likes to suck dicks, And play with pricks get on his knees and give em a lick, But the only problem is this bitch come too damn quick, Ya see dawg thats a diss, Not some shit about cinnamon sticks, This guy thinks he's slick, have you ever even been with a chick, Probly not... but the biggest mistake that was made, Was the fact that you were born not aborted, now bitch behave. |
u diss this kid when u waz probly popped..
call him gay when u the one who likes the cock.. u no biggie, ur lines are small, short, and shittie... every weekend u wonder why ur gurls are always busy... no way out of this ryme, dont run when u know ur trapped... the biggest mistake u made was that u thought u could rap... |
i burn fat like stacker two
cause i drop shit sicker than the stomach flu ripping this kid from head to toe call me a klepo cause i steal the show |
:shoot: okay look son you steppin to da kidd and when we squirt that heat we coming out wit red you pack handguns i pack supersoakers and when them shells come that shit gon merk ya if you fuckin wit da kidd and you a fake mc i have ya body parts scattered across the concrete
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:shoot: okay look son you steppin to da kidd and when we squirt that heat we coming out wit red you pack handguns i pack supersoakers and when them shells come that shit gon merk ya if you fuckin wit da kidd and you a fake mc i have ya body parts scattered across the concrete
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Verbal abuse
man gurl ya a virgin ya sexual life suck it do and dat lady in ya sig she definitly you u sayin u top my future and u aint even good u put da sweater hat on ya head datz da only way u hood i flip sqriptz kick bitches make niggaz n hoz start twitchin pussie u be lickin pussie ridin duckin hidein i start plaugez cuz my skillz iz sicknin u got da bobo shoes shitz so fake aint even got a shoe lace and verbal when we 'get scared' dat fa sho only when we see ya face |
Next kid
:shoot: :shoot:
Flawless you think your diamond. I cut you so bad i forgot i heard a siren. Motive better yet a cock tail because i burn your ass leaving a foul smell. Flawless kid thinks he's a perfect circle...shame but all i see is obtuse game. Equalateral i come with even angles and cut you in half square. Poverty stricken and poppin your moms drumsticks and eatin her like chicken. Genocide take you out by numbers and let this be a lesson to your brothers. My rhymes are deep so fallow if you can, but water levels already to ur chin. You cant swim, your not a big fish rather a minnoe. Jaws cumin thru swallow. Tuna your ass canned and processed so sleep with the fishes. B. Wall made you his bitch now shut up do your chores and clean the dishes. :spit: :spit: |
ya ass aint poetic ya ass is pothetic
and if you think you can proove me wrong then go set it i have no fetish going against unlyrical lines quick spittin those pitiful lines that god cant help you wit even if you got a consistent spiritual cry this literature of mines i practice 24/7 compared to ya miniature grind |
I dont know who you tryna say just cant spit
cause if his linez pathetic, then you just ain't shit Yo, ya rap is just small right when I spit at ya brain, you gon feel da pain all night you dont have skillz and ya neva had it and its a shame ya practice 24/7 and still ain't got betta at it Trentorican Young Mix |
With a 4 loss record bitch I'd keep to my own,
You couldnt 'call' on me if you was usin a 'phone', So now fuck off homegrown you have jus been owned, How does it feel knowin that you'll never see home, "Quick someone call tha press, this bitch is in a dress And he's feelin depressed and now he wants to confess, To bein the reason why the game has died so suddenly, Cuz people with wack ass skills keep comin in and buggen me, But now you lovin me you want a picture to keep in ya wallet? And if you post a verse here in reponse... we know you stole it |
I think dis nigga dumb so Ima set it hard
you couldnt pay for ya life wit a lifetime credit card You spit nonsense words like O-U-A Nobody say nothin to you cause they know-you-gay Ill sell you at a hot price den Ill kill you and say you killed yaself cause ya not nice Yo, you can beat me, heres ya chance now cause only beatin you know is when boys pull they pants down Young Mix |
Boy, jus sit down or quit, lyrically you're shit//
An thats not jus a nit pick, It's a fact that sticks// People like you are played by players for easy wins// I see 4 people played you like pokemon, winnin's a sin// That's a nice Signature, how long did it take to contemplate?// You like a sheep, you do what you're told, we make fun an close the gate// I don't wanna be mates, cos that's the make of a condom that split// I said it in the beginning, now I'll say it again to finish, man you shit// |
Yo, ya names riddle me that, well riddle me this
If ya typed ya best work on this, it'll be shit And then you called me shit but my rhymes'll smash those only way you da " SHIT" is if ya came from my "ASS HOLE" If we both got bitchslapped, you'd get bitchslapped first cause da weakset bar I spit is betta than any line in ya mixmatched verse If Im gonna be known, Ill begin wit da mic cause if winnin is a sin, you've neva sinned in ya life Young Mix I lopst those 4 battlesa cause of disqualificatin |
check it
this kids 'mix' just got swirled and i take 'young's' world to the floor... make him look worse from dispersed bursts to his record thats 0-4... "please no more"said this dq'd whore who just got washed up shore... endorce the course of rhyming cuz kid you need some brushing up... ruptured your structure and this man got caught stuffing his cups...* shunned and dunced this 'elementary' youngin back to the 'alphabet'... stepped down nd let down the mic~nd give up writin cuz u got regrets... *meaning stuffin a bra to look like a girl |
Yo Streetryda dont beat more than his meat
yeah last thing I heard,you ride more than da street Then you gon start talkin bout my record 0-4 ya life is like da harlem shake, nobody cares bout it no more You wasn't even above me in da past I said " Please no more" cause ya tried to fuck me in da ass Ya purple bitch, you will neva be none as a Streetryda and I know ya gay ass cant beat me now, so keep tryna Young Mix |
aYO yung u keep droppin.. u've dropped like 3 spits
n everytime ya spit ya keep floppin so how bout leave it Just step out da cypher n walk da other way its established no1 like ya...so cum bak another day Look at all these mcees der just lunches ta eat He'll crunch n screech coz fact is all his punches r weak ya a wack mcee so leave da shit dats complex 2 da elite you'll heave as its your text i'll delete for even thinkin u could step 2 a beat this is over....its looks like ya death has come quick truth is da registers couldnt ta been soba wen dey sighned yung-mix |
Okay, let me tell how Im still on da-cypha
I spit nice metaphors, you just spit saliva Yo, you wanna be wit a nice team hater but ya soft, ya name even sounds like an ice cream flavor Wait, you aint heard, Young Mix is back I know you like" Why did I even fuck wit dis cat" I dont think you really wanna step you know cause when da registers signed me, they let you go Young Mix |
Yo, man,
yall get on somebody else cause Im tired of gettin on yall man jst think of somebody ya dont like and diss em Young Mix |
^dawg u aint ill, alls u spit is 'simple filler'
and ima throw out this mix like the 'remix is iller' |
Ma raps i'll take ya ta heaven n have ya tantalized
theres a heavn for whackness n dats where youllfind frankie five in dis cyhper i take out more den three pricks Y u talkin bout vinyls? is it coz ya rhymes need a remix I'LL have ya reputation stripped bare like adam n edith as ya flows like air wen u rip coz nobody can feel-it fuk doin 6 lines im goin ta seven coz i can tell these dudes wack n i aint even met em |
he's black.....well yeah cause i punched him///////////////////////
lalalallalalaallalalala through you in the rubbish bin.../////////////// screw you asshole lets battle |
Get that wack shit outta here u thinkin u a TEXTCEE? //
With that kind of verse, I'm thinkin his Text Record are fake like Pamela's TITIES ! // |
daw you suck
man your wack as fuck your a dumb pig but i like your sig |
Encore
Yo Fa' Real Core im realy juss tryna be nice Encores u get cuz itz da whackest verse people heard in dey life |
new method
ur new kid take a shit but i like tha worst and i loved ur verse mixed wit black white and pink virginz i like to lick when i drink out thru the night pussies allways fight Threw the Mid-Fog till the morning light i get in the middle solve a ridde and fart on their headz so the feal it a little my shit smellz like a skunk mixed wit gasoline vasoline xatine grass choppers and iotine i lie on my bed sittin waiting for the head dreams of badonkadonk get it by my ted (TEDDY BEAR) MHM... good good dreams are fer-filled and it felt good threw the bumpy roads and Dirt Hills Thank you |
was that a joke?????? it took you like 3 days to write
but ya lines are so wrong like sayin midgets got height or is it soooo right to say that half ya verse was a bite are ya ryhmes really flawless or jus the opposite of tight structure was awful, an ya lines stretched times seven ya verse looks like a stair way but it aint leadin to heaven ...................................... ............................................... .................................................. .... |
oh yea your welcome
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Ayo fear me son coz i stay cold on da grind
n da truth is ya sigs bout as old as ya rhymes I write bold in da Lines n u bout ta get washed up coz your rhymes got less meat den fucking off-cuts n i'll put my saliva fluids on ya face coz its lunch-time n smacking ya note-book only way you'll hit it wit punch-lines I dont play by da rules as i'll put u inta over-melt He never won a championsip so how could i ever hit below da belt (ko!!!bitch) |
manhump
bum men's rumps |
this kids stupid n wack.... fucka dummy...nothin more to be said,
honestly look...! he doesnt even know hes in the wrong fuckin thread, . blah, lmao, edit you post yo... |
These silly mcees dont know that I work off every miss hap
his skill dun grow n this battle like dead pets coz i'll bury this cat n he must be short of brain cells for thinking he's a rap test He'll elapse next coz his game smells n like parentel control he shouldnt have access n only time kids ever had flavour was eating toffe sweets coz its like hurrincanes the way he gets swept of his feet All this competing has just made ya soft This kid im eating so like spoiled brats learn ta take-a-loss |
mackz well no it aint black well worst at tha game
comparein pre-school and him and well dey da same ur punches juss stink like a 79 year old takein off his shoe ur rapz do 2,so battle da 79 year old and you'll lose |
new method on da real shit
Talk about tight wtf kinda verse was that You're Whack and easy to kill like tha mouses and rat u lack skillz wordplay evry thing in da phaze go back a couple of posts u dick ridin on blaze I aint need to elavate u get bent, and even benter i know it was'nt just me but i did see u askin fo help in da Elavation Center |
heres a lil punch for New method
yo dogg Im at da top strong not light ho u still makein ya way to da top like u just got on nitro |
the only thing unpredictable is this kid truely being flawless...
newb dont bother replyin or you'll end up on my stompd list... six lines minimum, this newb cant even abide to these rules... drooles over making my crew...... ...........................with punches like that i wont be fooled... tooled ya verse to fix ur structure, instead i left u ruptured... flustered, i muster the finest together, so slick we buttered... |
lol tooled your verse... lol omg..
Listen Man I dont kNow How Gangsta You-Think-You-B But Ill Rip-Ya-Heartout-Easily Cause Youll Really Be A *Street Rider* When I Got Your *Face Draggin On The Concrete* =- Ya Whole Teknique Was Weak, How You Think You Gonna Fuck-Wit-The-Kid these 44's Make You-Duck-Quick Americas Finest? I Laugh Cause We Already Seen-What-Bush-Did =- |
look at this fake textcee he's hopin to have his name known, kahnshines...
refined rhymes couldnt combine times that this wanab claim to be confined...* find my mind lyrically inclined your rhymes just deprive you of your dimes...** rewind and strive to win this diss...you might if ya actually spit a line slick... i'd lift this dickless bitch but my spine might split and rip... .....................................even worse than what i delivered to this prick... *confined means to be held behind..as in behind bars **meaning i take his money |
My punches connect so they can really hurt to
You're afraid of ass so u got ur avatar to do it for you You're little fake blow up doll is the only thing u have sex wit You're punches never hit thats why u throw them when i least exspect it * Street Ridah Ripped * pz... |
blaza...thats a bunch of bullsit if i ever heard any speak.........
is you religious? cuz ill smack flames out his ass and bet he turn his other cheek! this newbie smells like a liar to me..check his links...... he'd rather battle fire then me!... thats why fiends smoke crack..to get "higher" than me! he a dead man walking his sigs there to remind us you gotta repent..die..and go to heaven to be " God squad's finest!" he drenched himself in gasoline to 'bring fire to rapverse" light a match and blew himself away! get off my dick..my sack hurts.............. |
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