defcon u soundly like a fuckin pockemon
whats all this shit about bread
is that all u care about why dont u hang out in a shed
and all u talk about it sex, becuase u did it once with yo mamas girlfriend
and now u sopposed to be a fuckin tufff guy????
pull yo shit outa the game becasue yo wak and dont know how to rap
so ill clapp ur ass back

Swingaway, go ahead you still can't hit the fences..
Be like Barry, hit the roids then the bench presses..
From San Francisco, but you'll never win this game..
You could hit 700 home runs and not get in the hall of fame..
You may try to play against me, don't you'll just fan out..
You planed this game from day one, to bad it didn't pan out..

Ok, Ima bout to diss vanIlla-by-midnite..|
And I'm gonna do it without a fight..||
So, I'm gonna have to start buryin your barz..|
You beating me is like finding life on marz..||
Couldnt think of a good closer, cause your not worth it..|
Cause dog your spit sucks, and they look like shit..||
But here's a good enough bar to atleast knock-ya-out..|
Like Aflackt wrestling, bitch you should start duckin' bouts..||

die bitch....as i impale needles through your eyelids...
..record labels cant buy u..'chuz ur wackness is priceless..
try it..rap give it up dude...
and you were right when you stated..."Nobody could touch you"..
wants you?...sure kid..rap is easy every one can do it...
but you... vibrater's your VERB..its what you do... blah what a herbish cypher

I'm sick and tired of pretenders coming and spittin' bare minimums
Your rap skillz need salvation cos there's nothing but sin in them
I'm like the Angel of Death, serving this fool like Tomy Roma's
VanillaByMidnight, BounceDogg, Futile Mirage are all in comas
The last two - you're time will come, for now I'll deal with this other clown
Such a shyt name, got no game, what good's ever come outta T-Town?
If you know that I was coming, you'd have sold your Dell time ago
I tracked you down on your phone number, 1 800 (dash) Dial-a-hoe
Before u say it, "Oh Proliphik can't get girls without paying cash!"
Man, at least I f*ck pu$$y, while your d!ck's always drilling a$$!
You kick in many more back doors than the FBI,
Looking for iffeminate men just to be your "Bed Me" guy
Get the f*ck off the net, you're just a plague of locusts
Coming 'round us straight folk, co yu waan spitroast us
New to RB? You're new to the rapping game period
You're wack as hell, fool, but the brother ain't hearing it
You need to count yourself lucky, on you I've gone easy, son,
But as far as foes, go, you're a relatively easy one

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a bit late wid da reply......

Screen name complex rhymes hardly even compare to that..
....Dropped almost 20 lines just to prove he's really wack..
To be quite honest, i never took the time to read ur shit..
..........Cause censorin' ur words show ur just a little kid..
This is just killin' time so i'll call you a minute, u've passed..
..U've done great, considerin a minute never lasts..

Quick, should be adequate

straight ace i dont think so.... ya rank low in the cards
ya aint no royal flush... you've got no flow in ya bars
is far's a can see... not one rhyme hits the mark
jus as its bout to fit... the line ends... another one starts
and why ya quotin marvin gaye... ya aint sexual'y healing
ive had bites off a gnat... that punch'd with more feeling

bounce-doggy-dogg wit a name so soft, are you confused or maybe lyrically lost/
you jus got got, participating sittin waiting masterbating "n" hating/
the thoughts of being young and why your cumm wasnt spraying/
my raps infinate, treated like slim, your ken keniff, i get fine bitch's, yours got dented titts/
i invented hits, my 10'' inch dick, slowly slipped in ya girls pussy,you, your a cunt thats been ripped// " defend this"

calls himself baby blue cuz hes to childish to run with crips,
me n caitlin 'kicked' it the way the sex made er cum WITH backflips,
stacked clips n the bust is a must like balloons on cactus,
you need to pay attention, maybe get your ADD treated,
open your eyes, not to mention it might help to read it,
becuz the garbage you dumped was 5 pages late,
n your flow is more choppy than a high tide wave,
n might i say you couldnt get shit hoppin if you spit on Easter Sunday

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Proliphik, you can call yourself that, doesn't make it true..
You could call yourself knowledgeable, wouldn't mean you knew..
Prolifically write lines that make other people ask "What the Hell"..
You write your lines to a fruitless end, just one punch will ring your bell..
This is like a fight between Mike Tyson and that fat kid Butter Bean..
One punch I throw to your chin knock you down askin "Why you so mean"..

Vanilla Ice by midnight, nigga what the fuck is that??
u look like a fake Butterbean...on crack,
I aint no Mike Tyson, but I still murder u son,
matter'uh fact I still beat up ur mom's,
U should know by now what I do to u man,
killin' u in cypher wuz just part of the plan.

bakerkid89 suck my dick till ya learn ta rhyme,
if i blow it in yo face then you outta time
and wtf man where the hell is altoona
i fucked your mom last night and she smelt like tuna
probly made it up just like all your little friends
do the world a favor and bring your life to an end
don't be dissin flows when you can't flow on your own
write a diss on me and i'll smoke your ass like the grass i've grown
beeeaaatch

fukk wrong with you defcon?
walk my street, get stepped on, i reign with you dead & gone
nikka i got lead & bombs, i run thru ya whole fam, except ya moms
just so i can get head while you lay dressed and embalmed
i'm the big dog, besides my self, ya'll mostly fleas
and trust me kid, i'll put u on the shelf, like groceries
keep twin semi's blowing
type in ya chest, wounds'll look like semi colins
Never lose a battle, ballin all for delf now
i stay in court, even when my spalding's on the shelf clown...

Leave before it gets ugly. And hurry.

proliphik up there talkin real greasy
like a nikka from white plains can't put him in a coffin real easy
I too am new to the website
but my lyrical sting'll leave u bruised like insect bites
so, my friend, on u I must shed light
i bring it to you, let something lay on ya chest like neckties
I can't even try to befriend u, u wack
ya rhymes need structure, bout to go to the studio, & send u some tracks
yeah, HOLLIDAY spits--- u don't want me to rhyme wit u
so u can get "ate" like ten minus two
but g'head, I want you to mention my name
I'm the truck u just a bike---we collide I'ma bend up ya frame
Nikka please just go back from whence ya came
Thought cha was hot, till the H came and drenched the flame....

Don't MAKE me go hard. That's all I'ma say.