I Own Faggets, Sellin Them, All Of They Heads Got Price Labels,
You Runnin' Blocks??...More Like In Circles Like Ya Avy's Turntables/

BTW..That Was To The Duke Wit The Turntable's Avy..lol

You need ta find a new skeem cause this one ain't workin.I heard you like ta use ya West Palm ta do late night jurkin.Worthless, I don't really have to say too much bout dis cat,look at his rap,and you wonder why you gotta use skeems ta get scratch.You broke as fuck,even ya quote sucks ass.You don't blow on dim green leaves,you be smokin dat dirt grass.Got guns wit no flash,you a cap gun nigga.I'ma street fighter,but I don't come from Capcom nigga.I leave yo cap gon nigga.................shit why try,you so wack don't nobody won't you,tha grim reaper won't even come get you when you die.

Its like im mowing the grass the way I'm dropping down blades.
and people do say "Hell Yeah!", once someone asks if your gay.
Your rhymes defy the universe, because your wackness infinate.
...........and you recycle more text, than that angry smiley image.
I'm popping this kid, like bladder control pills he's pissing me off.
Guess its time for another personal, ok, WHO THE FUCK NAMES HIMSELF SMOK?!

Smok

i got a hot 1 to hand out to u nigga
U chouldint Connect a Punch comein out a Trigga
Pull it quick talk some shit u aint sikk like me
Ask if im hard i Pull out a Fist the hole Club Flea
chea im the Greatest Pullin it off tryin not to Cough
Like A Women wit a Dick man u stay Soft

^look at this herb man, so now only the best will diss...
and theres no truth when u call yaself complex illness!
take the wind right outta ya....les say i depleat sails...
beat snails, leave ya fuckin mind stuck like beached whales
please bail.... cuz u got nothin for the illness i drop...
its just my lyrics.....wit a little bit'a realness on top.

Depleat sails?... Do you realize the word's out of context?//
Stupid ass... You and your lyrics haven't even formed bond yet//
I'm prefectly combined with mine... You simply suck and it's a fact//
I advise you kill... whatever faggots told you that you could rap//
Beat snails?... Can you pklease tell me what you're trying to say?//
Oh, I'm sorry... That must have been your weak attempt at wordplay///

GFX are you paraplegic? Cause where's your punches?//I barely see a combo, like fat camp kids looking 4 McDonalds on freeways hailing buses//Don't front for me, if you're saying you're down to ride// Then show up at my crib with your crew like Queer Eye's FAB 5// Put 3 dots on face like bowling balls or the like the ones in your rhymes// Beef with you is like Huey against the swine, (you'll be) Black and Blue// Anyone after this don't bother cause the only essays (ese's) you spit busted in your mouth in a 64 impala

Damn... You suck. And I'm serious now. You DO suck.

No structure... Not even a rhyme to say you had a scheme//
Plus you had no punches... yet you wanna diss me//
Next time you type up a diss... Try to make sense of it//
You could call your friends to read ya flow... And they wouldn't be feeling it//
Your are one of biggest disgraces... to your avatar//
What faggot raps in a suit?*... Stop trying to play hard///

*Pinstriped suits.

A major in screutiny, i speak 'thug' fluently//
I'm wearin' my armor, got my "Bitch~nigga~Immunity"//
Impunity ya gained spot~light b4 it faded//
What type of bitch writes a rhyme and then explains it?//
Sick of seein' GFX raise his own hype//
Choke up blood, cause i smothered'em wit' baby whipes//
Flowin' like a fresh brook runnin' through a valley//
My animality, beat ya like ya name was sally//
Only seventeen, and got 'em speakin' high like he's a singer//
How i write rhymes so nice?.. I typed it wit' my middle finger//

Hmmm. So you plan to diss me... With only one punch//
I checked almost every post in this thread... And yours was the worst of the bunch//
I'm looking at you now... like damn, what the fuck is this kid using?//
Beating me is like trying to get money... From Whitney Houston//
Your sig needs work... I never seen a wacker quote in my life//
You bragging in a diss thread...I don't think you read the title right//
Leave... Don't even respond if I tell you to on my own//
You just locked down... Like you trespassing in my home//

Call me ur highness cuz im the king of this site...
All these other pussies wanna battle me so they go n prewrite...
Wat kinda name r u using cuz ive seen better on a cereal box...
When u battle its like ur in water and tied 2 a sack of rocks...
Ur punches lack heat like a vegetarian lacks meat...
Ur flows obsolete cuz all u do is try 2 sound street...

Oh god... I lose. Pffft.
Listen chump... I'm gonna tell you once to shut your fucking face//
You came as a dinosaur... You lack the thought process of the human race//
You suck... So does your sig, but that really doesn't matter to me//
You don't wish to be me... You think I'm somebody that you HAVE to be//
Go the Nelly route bitch... Go purchase some talent wholesale//
Oh, wait even he's better than you... Oh well//

God yous a
Fucking
Xample
im the whole beat you only a sample
easy to handle
broke down and dismantled
see how bitch you is on the inside
you always below me like im rhymin on inclines

GFX...wat r u thinkin man

I wish i could think of original shit like u...
All this pretendin 2 b hard is easy to see-thru...
Let me guess ur next lines gonna b about micheal jackson...
Well if u wanna b hot make ur own punch dont go jack one...
I suck... nigga take the dick outta ur mouth if ur gonna say that...
Ur horrible u get walked on more than a fuckin doormat...
Ur more annoying than a bitch who wont stop talking...
Shut ur mouth or ill leave u on the ground so people start gawking...
Only thing ur gonna do when u hit me wit a punch...
Is make me laugh and gimme sumtin to talk about at lunch...
When im hungry i listen to snickers and i dont wait...
Hold on lemme count all the fuckin emcees i just ate...
Ur just another statistic waitin to be added...
To all the other mother fuckers whos rooms are padded...
So lets all take a look at ur wierd ass sig...
Its just like ur dick... not very big...
This was over before it all began...
This boys white underneath hes just got a dark tan...

Alright, now im about to step to the mic...
ill bring violence an knife...
an cut ur lights tonight...
now u bout to get smacked, jacked an cracked...
wit stab wounds to the bak cos ur rhymes are WACK...
so take a seat, u cant compete with the heat...
cos im from the LA streets...
ima make u shut the fuck up...
cut u up the butt an make u look like a fat ugly slut...
WAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!