Aimed @ angeliicallr faggot ass! What?
 

(you asked for it angellicallR, So set the stage or run in shame)

Keep riding those Flase wings close to a solar C.M.E. flame/
An ancient parallel embedded and shrouded in Wax fame/

Like an Angel falling outa the sky W/A Blasphamous Tear in his eye/
Jelous of I and I, unworthy of glorious skies, decitful in nature ~N~ Endless like Pi/

Casted down on all Fours like a hedonous whore eager for the Soddomites ~2~ Explore/

I'm sick w/diss, schooling Whackz Children like the father of Icaris/

Enlightenment is not your equivalent, it's more like ya Fearing-dis/

Cuz like a Canine-Bite from Ancinet-Plight Warring Jakels serving ya last rite/
Shreading you on sight, devour and Scauer leaving no remnants of ya last night/

Your nuthing but cranial Fluff, leaking that pre-write stuff, not ~2~ mention puttin it from the rough/

So fuck an AngelicallR, I'm leaving ya neurological scarz, ~N~ hacking your sloppy barz/

Damn Abak, hold up, you're about to get blasted
Your lyrics are more fucked then even your ass is
You just crashed kid, you're simple, don't understand what rap is
Must be sick, here's some Vagisil to put on your crabbed lips
I don't pack clips, I clip packs, leave whole crews on their bitch backs
So you need to get some recruits to try and step to me real fast
So here, take the mic, and try to speak loudly
"My name is Abak, I'm queer and I say it proudly!"

...nicely done

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka Infinite aka The Real One~

if u were the real one, how come u still spit through tha CPU/
look, u see these new shoes? it's a simple n easy clue/
to tha fact that when u look back ur purse was stolen/
i'll leave everything u own blazed, u, ur ashes and tha hearse u roll in/
nervous? u should be cause ur verse is that of rookie/
u need to redial ur bookie, switch it up so u can battle a Wookie/
then maybe u'll have a chance to win an actual battle/
since them hairy things do nothin but shriek n babble/

Angel stop spittin, keep the saliva in your mouth
You get fucked till I cum, with no thought to pull out
Second bout, ring the bell, keep your hands on the ropes
It's the only way you survive, but you're bound to get choked
I blow smoke while I battle, the fire I create torches you
So you walk away with your head down as I still torture you

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka Infinite aka The Real One~

I'd do more lines, but I don't really need them...

It's like I Got Servalence Equipment-U Got No Tactical Skillz||
I Factorly Kills, Im Dasterdly Real, Punchlines Hit Lika-Baga-Thrillz||
Its Like I Gotcho on Wheels How You Make Me Look Better||
I Was Taught, Get Cheese-U Moma Told U Velveeta Cheddar||
I Empty Heat Up In Yo Leather, Like Bikers On The Beach||
Who Called Some Black Dudes, Nigga, And They Was Like 20Deep|
...............lol................................ ......1st Cyph......................

Bitch u need ta be smacked upside yo head wit that lame spy equipment/
peepin on these little kids trying ta check out their equipment./
bag of thrillz nah...more like a sack of sperm fillz /
only skill is fuckin drunk streetkids wit the use of date rape pills/
just anutha gay biker dressed in leather n pink feathers/
every mc on the site can see through ya cum filled stutter/
not a muthafucker, this boy be a fatherfucker, /
tryied to get the last spot wit Regis on Who Wants ta be a Cocksucker/
so good nite to Mr. Queer dreamin of being a female marre/
trottin through a stable getting stiff horse dick up in his reer./

biatch!

that was ur first post so maybe i'll take it easy
on second thought,i think i'll infect u like e-z(eazy-e)
my flows the equivalent of the well known aids virus
beatin down ur white blood cells,as if they were billy ray cirus
ur a circus clown buddy,you make little kids laugh
they're laughin at you, not with you,just remeber that

pillboy take n e name u want
dascarecrow, d nasty n e more?? guess not
u cud call urself eminem or pac and still cudnt beat me
u type on hard on da net but i bet u scared to meet me
if u seen me, i know u'd run
bigger dan u, tougher dan u
wtf, bring all u got and i'll smack u down muthafuk
lol i aint gonna go all out or ever near my best
for fresh as i am, still whoop u ass wen not trying or been put to da test
bulletproof vest, no protection for u
as a killer, i have an obession for u
thug living not givin in, pumpin and spraying
ahha and i aint playing

lol jokes, no beef

you kno what i see? is pac laughin' that verse thank god you got it out of your head' like bad aspirin
your shits a waste to contend with, but i can pretend bitch
and if you really are a fresh emcee well heres a clean death wish
as i distribute spitz, understand i might be new to this site
still i'm through with this dyke, who can't kick raps' and wears a shoe on the mic

wack name dawg, i read ya 'no abuse' & ignored it so fuck you,
ya saved ya worst post for first, did you write it in pre-school?/
go back to where ya came from cos you're not welcome like a bull in a china shop,
occupation 'pussy eater', the only pussy you eatin is a dead one wiv vagina rot/
let me give you some advise on what to do next; give up & quit,
how you gonna elevate when ya in the 'underworld' spittin shit/

dom n8 is a joke who owns lots of lubrication
u should retire rhymin & continue ur legendary career in masterbation
we have 2 thank u savin a lost creation
cuz u jack off so much that u have no sperm to make ur new generation
to end this i say thank u & fuk u tha same
no matter how u diss u'll always remeber my name

Dom-N8 is tryin to give it to NOABUSE...
but i'll give it to you and ya family, ask ya mommy her pussies loose...i got her chasing me in circles like duck duck goose...
so ask her to get up off me...i'm tired a fuckin her softly,
next time for her it'll be costly...cus i'll put it on her hard and raw, bounce her up and down like a see saw, while ya fuckin dads there beatin off...
just kiddin man, i wouldn't fuck ya mom...i'd fuck your sister at my next prom

Abak is back, but he comes with no reply for me
Rhymes corny, but still he tries to ignore me
You bore me, so please spit something at me
Tell me you rhyme tight, or maybe you pack heat
Fuck that, you packing lunch meat, put it right next to your thermos
Like a little kid giving silent treatment, cuz he knows he can't hurt this
Regardless, attempt it, even though you'll get shot down
I'll battle with no mic and remain to be profound

~Infinite aka The Real One~

Atrocity is what you cling to G, like static minus the Bling/

We're tired of all you Rookies ~N~ Wanna-Be's, to quote Luara Ingram,"Just Shut up ~N~ Sing'/

It's more like Johnnie-Come-Lately, cuz ya couldn't debate me so ya chose ~2~ just Hate me/

We just want ya to elevate, like when ya read our drops ya salavate ~N~ search for a style~2~Emulate/

Your lryics have yet to penitrate, making that classic mistake first ya crumble then flake/

Dig deep and release your verbage with heat, ~N~ find the Respect that you seek/

You NEED to Bounce Like Bad Checks You Cant Afford Embarrasment||
I'm Infectin' ya Lungs Like My SKill In Toxic Serin-Lint||
Like THC Hittin This Fire Will Leave Ya Inubriated||
You View The Hated, The Bad Guy and No Heros Made It||
You Couldn't State A Good Post travlin The Country Hittin Lights||
I Start Fights Like Mike, Gettin Off By Bitin' Dykes||