i aint even in the mood, but i still crack his gramma like a english teacher..
you cant handle my truths like i was the bible n he was a faithless preacher..
ya arms are stubby, you not above me, cant even climb with rock tools..
dumbass baught glass, sold it for less, and thought he had copped jewels..
last bar is boasting,cause in ya own defeat are you roasting,to a black ember..
i didnt need ne punches, a structure, not a opener and definatly not a ender..

stating other cats can't ryme,jus take a look at his avatars 2 last lines,
ya ~not nice~kid,gettin tossed like ~wedding rice~ya life outta time,

this kid lays for'periods'at the end of his lines in hope ta fix his structure,
his tampons are bloody like his chest after these words give him a punture,

his 25 posts are prolly worth jus that~he'll never 'buck'~with barrettas,
kids outta luck,he's ran outta 'threads'ta sew his name ta real"sweata's,

the next cat can try ta diss me as best as he can~so i say goo'luck~,
cause you can't eat me even if ya stuffed me in ya gut for a tummy tuck,

Ok.... let's start with "Hardwood"... what are you? some sorta homo
Even ya sig is tryna tell ya that ya life-style is a no-no
I tried to school ya once but it seems as if ya getting dumber
The rules are stating 6 lines ... I guess four is his favorite number
ya disses don't offend me... matter fact i kinda laughed
how this kat get 10 wins outta 18 when most of his shyt is ass?

chea ima diss calamity again jus cuz everybody doin it lmao....

plz kid, ya say the same thing about everybody/
u couldnt spit hot shyt if u was in seven's-body//(seventhird)
i aint ja rule dawg, plz believe i can clap back/
u should 'play' a 'train conductor', how u 'act' on 'tracks'//
ayo im fo real, n u jus playin-tricks/
i'll bend ya body outta shape like paper-clips//
ya flo is weak, mines smooth as velvet/
i put tha 'eagle' to ya 'head' like 'McNabb Helmet'//

~1~

Yall sit and worry bout structure,look at ya rhymes first.This is text but yall should really recite ya verses first.And I don't know which is worst ya fuckin name or ya raps.6 ta finish,I'll be finish before tha 5th slug even connect wit ya hat.Ni99a you wack but I'm sure that you use ta hearin this quote.You must have a hundred hands cause you tha only one feelin tha shit dat you wrote.Sayin you dope,I don't think so its ya drug habit that is,garden of Def,I don't need EVE ta remove ya ribs.Who is this? 6 hes alright if like half azz poetry.Ta get hit all you gotta do is say yes like Floetry.

Calamity

You such a punk all u can do is spit in cypher
Seen a Bitch wit a Gotee and a dick and this dude liked-her
now thatz kinda poor and Lookz aint diceving like that
niggaz so in love wit Animalz he fuckin raped his cat
another Disgrace to life can't do right i spit all night
u spit wit all mite,if u wear a XXXX-Small shirt then u be tight

fucka marv/
a knife in a face is how i carv/
hes shit, and was the bitch on noahs ark/
knock em out, shove a gun in is mouth/
then red dot his nose, cus he got clowned/
whooooo

u sure kept your word on keepin it 6 lines minimum
u couldnt match words if u tried using synonyms
smiling at niggas, saying "u might get raped"
i got no respect for this NETS kat, he's a fake
i could get on your record, but mines the same
imma catch u and sleep u, shabba ranks
aint nobody caught sleepin, but are u still breathin
when u got a knife in yo neck, J DOT's the reason

J Dot chu wanna battle
yo shit is commercial
I'll beat yo ass
Like Oprah beat dem niggas on "Color Purple"
Now you can battle back
Battle as hard as you can
But I swear I'm a rip up an spit chu out
An leave you dead where you stand.

yeah orright


with static i rupture, spittin n blastin holes in ya chest
more bold than the rest, aint seen nuthin as bad as ya structure
watch out for ya grill.. my writes smash with excellence
its like you had a test to miss, the way nuthin about ya is ill


WHOOOOAAAA get ya domes round that rhyme scheme!!!!!!!!!!!!

ill break a one man band...there aint no stoppin me/
this hes nice, but sound more like a cacophony/
eat that, kid u wack/
you can get bitchslapped/
and ill make u take a nap/
and put ya brains in ya lap/

whooooooooo

comeback
 

yo ok i blast and leave ya brains all over roads like tire prints and or yellow lines......... you need to retire ''prince'' b/c i cant stand how this fellow rhymes...... i ahead of ur times.......... comeback me going easy

AYO i could WRAP this nigga SCRIPT WITH "RUBBER-BANDS" and it still WOULDNT be considered *TIGHT*........
i would PUT MY FIST UP but why BOTHER cuz MY Punchlines are just ITCHING TO *FIGHT*.....
NOW im grabbing A CHAIN TO STRANGLE YOUR BRAIN SO YOU can look retarded JUST LIKE YOUR NAME...LMFAO
ima BLAST-YOUR-HITS and this NIGGA perfers MEN'S ASS-THEN-TITS...LOL
I SHOULD just replace the "C" WITH A "J" AND HAND HIM OVER MY NAME CUZ this bitch is a JOKE....
AND just BY looking at your 6 LINES I KNOW YOU FUCKING BROKE....

J Dot up in diz bitch gettin Cockey neva talk bout da Netz JerZey Holla Right herr Repsent

Look

Yo i Rarley Be Rappin think i joined in May
Fuckin Indian Got a Dot on ya 4 head lookin like a J
Nigga im Sikk u messin wit netz and shit
Fuck Knicks if u reppin them like them uz a Bitch
I Rip Clitz Fuck bitchz and rep for Jersey
u Got 2 Metal Piped wit 1 of ya punches in it still didint Hurt-Me

Your "Complexity" lacks intensity to hit with precision//
Ya style reps crayola while mine flows nuclear fision//
Any common bitch can make beef begin//
But it takes a real champ to bring it to an end//
Improperly performin' curses in distorted verses//
Ya crippled flow has ya style leavin' in hurses//
Sure ya boys got ya back performin' massive gang rapes//
Seen 'em on the net in R. Kelly tapes//
Its clear and explicit that ya ass is illicit//
Claimin' you joined May when ya stat says different//
You's a bitch lookin' fruity, suck dick and lick booty, while i hang long wit' my caramal cuties// ( 05 )