look who's floundering over beating on some bitch
another trick and you'll be dead feeling the dreadflul stitch
this here rappers got the itch he cant stop grapping his own balls
of wait stop, my bad, this kid's trying to be biggie smalls
not a close competitor, this battle cat's superior
received better rhymes in the mickey mouse club, you way inferior
drop to the deck another neck sliced to death
ya better stop studdering for i take out ya last breath
deceased on stage, too much nerve riveted the cage
sily rapper knew he had enough shots only out of rage
so quickly turned on the page the homo god been appraised
vanished extinct bye the fumes of boo's that himself had then raised

check it,...u claiming you was intoxicated in other wordz u aint sober...so imma leave ya brain daglin' out ya skull and give u a "hangover"... put my dick in ya mouth since this actor likes playin a gay person....im nice with a scalpul, but now your the one feeling my "brain surgin''...id call you simon but only cause your simple...your raps reveal the fact that you got more "gay bars" than sanfransisco...hes camouflauged in the bushes...so im assuming he jetted...when i find this cameleon imma make him play russian roulette with bullets he sweated........

yo the only way u can win a battle is by magic,
why u talkin bout suckin dicks u must be a faggot (faggit),
who u frontin talkin like u a big-man,
man stop bein a tryhard u aint neva gunna be big-man (biggie),
u aint no rapstar u aint no gangsta,
i know u like gay men thats why u talkin about sanfransisco,
u about as much of a gangsta as sisco, yo rhymes mo out dated then 70's disco,
i know christmas times is hard fo ya thats why u had ta get Crisco,
payin a dolla per week, yo technique resembles yo punchlines WEAK

you spit like a 9 mil past 50 yrds, your way out of ya range/
if you had a stair master in a sports arena.... you still couldn't step up ya game/
trill aint shit change, i still claim that you lame as shit/
basicly, what im basicly saying dogg is get back to basics/
face it, ironicly your phsycologicly bringing down my self esteem/
the only cure is for you to hit ctrl and alt then delete ya screen/
go to the wack E.R, and tell the doctor whats wrong/
you told dude he's like sisco, but you aint fit to wears sisco's thong/
take this ass whoopin as a lesson cause clearly you've been outclassed/
my ryhmes way over 100 tons, so your simply overmassed

yo dolladimez
stop makin rap luk like a crime
n invent sum different rhymes
coz we all kno that i can defeat u mentally
kik ur ass physically
n leave u speechless lyriclly
so move along ur yesterdays news
dnt quit ur day job bein a preacher in da pews
n stop rapin 13 yr old boys
n usin their diks as ur own personal toys
ur rhymes r so full of shit
u mutha fukin hypocrit
sayin otha ppl r gay n we shud b singin pop songs wen all ur finkin bout is sisqos thongs

ok look here son, Daddy Dimez gotz himself a gun/
keep ya fingerz off ya keyboard, before i leave yo ass with none/
little one, your not a big boy, just keep on suckin ya bottle/
before i put my 45 in ya mouth and give you hollow tips to swallow/
Bravo! you've just became the worlds worst rapper!/
i would give you an award, but really it doesn't even matter/
"mc_killaBeats 4 life! hollaback if ya hear me!"/
maybe if your ryhmes was a bit louder, i could hear you more clearly

TopDollahollaDimez remember it
the only reason i remember u is coz ur rhymes r so shit
45 wat? millimetres
if we were 2 go in2 battle mode i'd beat ya
coz id hav no problem knockin ova a wannabe
coz i iz an mc
so dnt giv me shit n dnt mess wiv me
wat u gna do wiv dat gun?
put it 9 inches up ur ass n giv urself da runs
n the only award u'l eva win
is 4 the most rap records thrown in da bin

ok now i get it,.... your just mentaly challanged/
the way your bars flow, i swear you type with your desk unbalanced/
or ya heads cocked to the side, like many confused dogs do/
or maybe thats just it! your just verbally confused aren't you?/
ive seen some bad spellin in my life, but nigga ive got to admit it/
your the 1st rapper in history to kick lyrical hyrogliphics/
you wanna knock me over, now your just being pathetic/
thats like peewee herman runnin full speed twords jerome bettis/
i can see ya little ass, wearin cleats and shoulder pads/
gettin rocked by elementry kids, gettin ya chest cavity smashed/
deafeating you is simply just the easiest task/
why are you on the computer, aint you missin your spelling B class/

I'll lay you flat like a tire prior to lightin you on fire
your rhymes are sloppy and you need an organizer
I'm comin with flows way wiser
your rhyme's lookin like a gay bar flyer
I'll bury your flows in gravel
your words don't travel far cause you babble
read your own rhyme and maybe that'll
teach you not to hop in the rap battle saddle

chameleon what u some kinda animal,
on the mic i eat u up raw like a fuckin cannibal,
nigga i'm ruthless with puch lines that leave u toothless,
n leave yo gums bleeding u be on the ground pleading,
how can i forget-this, beg me as much as u want fo yo forgive-ness,
yo lryics foul n got bad taste like guiness,
u sound like fuckin richard prior,
compared to yo rhymes mine will always rein higher,
u get popped like a cheap k mart tire,
that sorta resembels yo personality,
u aint no gangsta rapper u just a scared boy too scared to face reality.

what the fuck was that
your fuckin bitch ass can't rap,
you light weight motha fucka,
ya fuckin sound like chris fuckin tucka,
i'm just spitting this shit off the top of my head,
and i'm still rappin better then what you said,
you probly sat there and thought about what to say
and i still don't understand the shit you display,
your rhyming skills aren't gonna get you very far,
cause you need money, to buy a fuckin car....

Feelin the verbal vibe, makin you bitches hide,
I don't gotta say much to Krem cuz I already wrecked his pride/ :)(beat him in battle)
no effort needed to push my weight over his might,
batter his brain mentally, the docs say its a scary sight/
fuckin wit fake gangstas like Trill an Chameleon,
all ya'll muthafucka is wack, whose lyrics are you stealin/
go fire ya ghostwriter and put his bitch ass back in the zoo,
ya'll should know better, havin those monkeys write for you/

Ok Excuse me.....but shut tha FUCK up...hahaha


Pair of Lice You can get shells from my techs I'll make ya squad lose vets\\
My lyrics, a bruise fest, audio cats lucky that I choose text\\
Dont deal with pair dykes losers so who's next, who wanna call me out\\
Without a doubt I'll wipe u out and put u back in mommy's mouth\\
Swallow hard, I rep tha squad that really reps me well\\
Nervous so eat nails, biters, only write when they email\\
Respect is like oral sex so you know I get mine first\\
Rivals see how tha nine burst results is they spine jerk\\
Each of my lines hurt, ya pen dont write hot, I think mine's work\\
Tha new addition to this coalition, its a wrap faggots\\
You wont stick together like after u clap magnets\\
Aint nobody takin a stand versus Tha G Matainenance Man in cypherin\\
Tha Janitor decides ya flow's too garbage for helpful recyclin\\
Am doin big things you too but with midget means\\
Am good at lockin shit down like Shyne's defense team\\

NOW WHo' NEXT.....

you aint ready for Spaghetti, Spaghetti...Spaghetti, Spaghetti...Spaghetti, Spaghetti...Spaghetti, Spaghetti...Spaghetti, Spaghetti...

man ud luv sum spagetti wudnt u
so i'l get a dumpster full n watch u drool
u fat retard from new mexico
aw shit were did ya spagetti go
ur gna start cryin
tears multiplyin
yeah ur jared did we wna kno dat
is that ur pic u fat twat