Let me teach you how to rhyme, just don't get disturbed//
We'll start at the ABC's and move on to whole words//
Before we go to brand new subjects Y doesn't rhyme with B//
We just started the lesson, so don't try to get up and leave//
If you listen you might learn something profound//
No No No we're not done here so SIT DOWN//
I think I already told you, you should just try not to be wack//
Try writing with pencil and paper, otherwise don't come back//

lady wun, ur not numba uno, ur numba 3000 n 1!/
ur a poet wit a gun? oh boy, i think i better run!/
but forget all that, ur rhyme was basic, like arithmitic/
ballistic a flow to show u jus wat tha type of shit this is/
jus don't stand up, period, and don't think ur hilarious/
ur finished darin bitch? ain't got a care in tha world, cause ur, invisible, already dimished/

I got so many thoughts runnin through my head,
that i fill up the paper wit led from the pencil, spittin from in between the dental,
i could lace it on any instumental, you tryin to diss me your not usin your mental,
you couldn't draw up an ill verse even if you was usin a stensil,
me eatin you wont be accidental, you'll be hit wit torrential,
downpours of rhymes comin from my demented mind,
quick to leave you behind for dead, dont give a fuck about ya,
i know your parents could go on without ya,
i doubt ya'll eva be as good as i am, jus stick to bein real lifes stan!!!!

yo mic check...

deeni, if u was tryin to be a meany, u failed/
end of discussion, bustin u will put me in jail/
for knockin out a lil 4 year old so instead/
imma take two of ur age n put it straight to ur head/
i'll put up tha 3 most middle fingers in a rhyme/
then, when u look stupid, i'll tell u to read between tha lines/

Fuck the mic check cuz aint no mic needed,
stay flippin the versus when i'm weeded, help, you need it,
your last verse delete it, cuz that shit was weak kid,
you must've flipped your lid to think that you could go against the one and only,
your rap style is phony, my shit is authentic, you do this for attention,
i do it for laughs, a little amusement when i'm dissin your ass,
hold your place and if you dont know thats last,
your about to crash, like the stock market durin the depression,
who taught you how to rap?, don't get offended its jus a question!!!1

your like a pencil and i'm a frustrated cartoonist, i'm snappin~you/
with wack shit like that its not hard to tell, skills whats lackin~in~u/
your styles like loose pussy cuz i aint even feelin you/
if i had a gun to ya head u wouldnt have a clue ya deaths soon/
remove ya face n replace it wit ya ass, trust me im helpin~u/
just quit rappin cuz it aint workin,listen to what everyones been tellin~you/

Silence is golden, and you're not listenin to the sayin,
now your on your knees prayin, hopin that i aint gonna commit a slayin,
dawg i aint playin, i could either have words or shells sprayin,
hittin the side of your cranium, my versus are titanium,
cant fuck wit em, so why are you tryin to explore untouched ground,
now some of your body parts are in the lost and found,
how unorthodox does that sound, i'm a fuckin clown,
how you gonna try to come onto my field from out of bounds!!!!

yo watch my squad applaud at cha rappin/ oncore nigga when its da gun clappin/ lets start da funds stackin/ so empty ur pockets before i start snatchin/ whats rightfully mine/ i hustle play streets games and live in da grime/ while u livein behind/ ur moms dukes thoughts and ur daddy's old nine/ till u what u can hold mine/ but ur better off suckin dick just to blow minds/ so learn why you got bullshit/matter afact ill hand u a nine wit a full clip/ but i dont think ur can pull shit/ bitchmade to this game i beleive u afriad
u might lose it/ dont confuse this/ wit lil git words that u fued wit/cuz ive poped nough guns nigga i am da new risk......next

i don't mean to offend but i didn't catch a damn word ya said/
maybe u mixed up the order they was supposed to be read/
i think i caught ya sayin that u a fuckin risk/
nah bitch u just wasted space on rb's server disk/
says u frum Miami...u speaka da english/
in case ya hadn't notice this board ain't fo rappin in spanish/
so bye bye ta mr. 80
u just bin upstaged by 1

dik81 u aint shit to me son/ go and snort slugs if u dieing to feel numb/ so check me homie/ u really dont know me/but i got ur moms beggin to blow me/ and prayin ta god for science to clone me/ but ill take shots at ur dome and still see freedom like coby/u can grab guns but u fony/ so matter afact us da type to grab nines and blow heaters/ im da type to grab mics and thorw speakers.........

You call yourself an m-80, well i'm a blockbuster, quick to cut ya,
wit sharp lines that define what it is to rhyme,
got so many punchlines runnin through my mind,
dont no where to start, what to hit you with to rip you apart,
your sweet like a strawberry pop tart, if you was smart-
you'd try another hobbie, because there's no room for bein sloppy,
your flow is cocky(shit), after this battle you'll be callin me papi!!!!

n i though m-80 was bad...shit u just plain sad
let me re-define ya rhyme wit a little heat by design
ya supposed to have punchlines runnin through ya mind....
too bad none of em made it into ya lines
where ta start ...to rip you apart...strawberry pop tart?!
damn...i'm suprised u didn't follow up wit words like cart and fart
n forget the (brackets) nobody thinks simpler than u
i'm readin ya thoughts right now...u thinkin...we'll fuck u too

Fuck big words cuz a nigga like me aint got no education,
but i will be quick to give you a demonstration,
of wut it is to give feens true jubilation, from the cane and,
x, turnin blocks into sets, sets into g's, bringin in da cheese,
while you was still postin on RB, i'll fuckin scope you like lee harvey,
oswald spreadin blood all ova ya walls, and through your draws,
jus for no cause, you a computer thug,
jus leave your address in your next post and i'll come show you some love!!!

your flows are off and on like a hose being bent/
when u battle me its world war, left dead n a trench/
ya wackness is magic, losses comin from no where askin who-deeni?/(harry houdini)
ya shits forced like house wifes condenmed to cleaning/
game continues on like a high-way, but im bringin a dead-end/
your just like split-ends, ur cut out like failed new-trends/

your ugly ass pathetic, tupac wanabe, dont u get it
the only thing u need is a hookup with a medic
look at your posts-0-3, youv dropped nothin but bad lines
your from where u are, dissed 204 times
im a kill u, droppin bombs better than air pilots
till ur verse is dead, your dread in the....Silenz...