Yo peep this rap animal, more than biter hes canabil
lyric think he is a "village pimp" neither could spit hot if tongues held a candle
knock you with punchs, but like your sig there spinnin around your head
this cats inbred, comes from his mother n two cousin at least so the metaphor said
never touch the president of aggression, get my ad-vice, like banners in lower sections
punchs weakness, frail like bones that rot n decay, at least thats what his punchs say
divided your face in half, just to show ill clown you twice as much
its like multipilication the way your wackness keeps addin up
come on fag have you had enough, racen poor people the way you get bum rush

I dont think ive met more wack MC's on one site...
I acctually cant get creative...Like your damn life...
How the fuck are yu lot even classed as lyricists...
Vannila my ass...Ive read aloud..And cant believe im hearing this..
This is just a fucking cypher...And im peddaling beatings...
The 'Outcome' of these shits will come straight after tha meetings...
Listen..Ive finshed ya lives cause my lyrics devise...
And its like im fucking sacred the way yu hear it and rise....

Wow cat that was dope.. to bad your talents mixed into wack general
wait thats a real nope^ act like world war two be a jew n outta row
flows basics child ya skills a no fuck live fire, your gettin kilt with a keystyle
quit acttin like your hot shit, your shit aint hot your to afraid to spit mild
This fool is clownin himself just look at the way he rhymes his verse
im not trying to call you bitch dog, but will your sig include a purse
your a poor type, wack rhymen lyrics, wanna be........village pimp
and thats fuckin pithedic, cuz who the hell wants ta be him ^

Hell its a key style ima use to unlock your wackness
off-beats for shear phatness to indulge my satisfaction to prove your fat-less

Screw it... wicky wicky... wick wick wicky

village pimp? no i think your not,unless you tryna talk jockin cock
make me stop, like your talent when ever your punchs take a shot
ive created a vaxine for your lyrical sickness its simple.. quit rap
your pretty ill, in a reverse meaning your infected with wack
Kansas? who the fuck there raps? dorthy an the wizard of oz
you spit a blizzard be-cause your wack the same reason you fizzle applause
never try an act tough son its not your image, hes like a new ja rule
but im sure all yall knew,hell even michael corleon could work this dude
fuck it while im spitin shit, i might as well come off wack like fatal lyricZZ
you two should collab, if the ghoast writers can stop fuckin each others spirits
grab Dr. suess rip him out the hat and place it on my new cat
I would take shots at M-sixteen, but face it.. he's not a real gat

Kansas fuckin city, well ima roast the roster crispy so call me Kfc
Wait.. if i were there, then i might be as shitty as him lyriclly
"You must Kiss-Ass to Kick-Ass" thats witty so i wont take shots at jixi
half you jump off dicks start with 50, or be a village pimp an stay shitty

Yo yo...wicky yo....

Outcome's a jackass, fuckin dumbass, who's whackness is pure...
The kid couldn't wait ta diss, and that's not all that's premature.
Cuz the ladies say he's speedy in bed, like Gonzalez tha mouse...
Arriba! Arriba! He fucks like tha dead, it's why he's got no spouse.
Say's "Rare One" under his name, kid's refering to a good day...
Cuz he's always gettin shit on, I mean, look at what his posts say! (the lame raps)

unleashing the illness...
 

What is with the avatar, is that what you are about,
I came to bring the pain and like Mike, I knock your ass out,
sit there and talk about coming from the streets,
but somebody kicking your ass is how you get your beats,
GI born to kill, real american hero,
you may have won the war, but the WMD scoreboard still reads zero,

I know that wasn't fair,
but I'm canadian and our troops weren't even there,
we didn't care,
instead we had protest rallies saying bush was unfair,

but enough about me, I'm here to hand you your ass,
snap your lyrical neck and throw you through plate glass,
or have someone else do it for a briefcase full of cash,
either way the undertaker gets to pick the glass from the ash,

I've got nothing else to say,
rapped myself out of lyrics to play,
getting a big headache,
got to lie down and pick up this rhyme another day.

Edge is a pussy, weak ass faggit with an equally weak bladder...
Afraid ta drop against me for hours, cuz he knows his ass don't matter.
Then when he did, he went off and wrote a book as a tribute...
Proppin me as a soldier, I think he's gotta crush and I wanna puke!
Named after a broke neck wrestler or some kinda Irish U2...
Fuck em, you can keep em both, and they can fuckin keep you!

You think you were born to kill, MOre like born to spill
Spill ya guts on the concrete, Cuz All you is is Talk Cheap
Pickin' on wack MCs with only 8 posts, Your fuckin' ass ain't got shit to boast
You ain't merkin', more like makin' ya boys twerkin', With dicks jerkin'
I know I don't try, But I'm gonna be in you like ecoli
You betta hope you can catch my deseise, Cuz Village Pimp is Iller than any MCs

village pimp? more village people,
homosexually speaking, he has no equal,
if there was a film called gay, you'd be the sequal,
you're styles child? purely foetal,
from kansas, bad films and gay icon dorothy land,
you're the brainless scarecrow, get back when you understand,

How fuck Pimp get 7 wins? Must have offered free clit...
Cuz it sure wasn't good rhymin that got ya that shit.
And it wasn't no ho pussy you went and offered up...
What ya really did was hit dem knees and eagerly suck.
Cuz you ain't no pimp, couldn't order a dead cat ta lie still...
It'd cold defy ya then up and kick ya ass, just like Born to Kill.
So fuck off with sayin I picks on newbs, cuz now I pick on you...
Village Pimp more like Village People, and they were even whack back in 82!

b2k...nice.
 

hey waddup born to kill, I just jumped up,
just thought I'd tell you to go and shut the fuck up,
even worse when you break it down it's b2k,
and like them you purse-carrying bitch you're fucking gay,
call me a fucking faggot, you can't even spell it right,
just proves how the american school system can't get it right,
I cut you up like a machete held by the viet-cuong,
if Canada had fought, we wouldn't have lost Vietnam,
I hit you like Pearl Harbour, like the kamikaze pilot,
bludgeon you so hard, you'd call me the innovator of violence,
You don't stand a chance, so don't step to me son,
I'm an airplane and you're the Pentagon on 9-11-01,
I'm not here to offend or be a racist,
but born to kill your rhymes are like your mother's cooking TASTELESS,
you wanna talk about locking yourself in the basement,
I put the final nail in your coffin with my statements,
Born to kill, you think that your name makes you sound tough,
where I come from that kind of name would make someone wanna fuck you up,
you don't wanna unleash on me, because I spit fire,
and when I'm done your bloodied carcass burns on my funeral pyre.

Born To Kill, Dawg your shits been played, Village People is the shit your CD Playa just played
Dragon is in the same boat, I ain't gonna gloat, But damn ya'll you really suck ball
But Edge is on the edge of my nerves You ain't straight ya sexuality curves
Reppin' Canada ya fuck ass bitch, Ya gotta keep on the light switch
CUZ YOU SCARED, That Pimps gonna leave ya de-haired, cuz I burn it all off
Cut ya dick off shove it in ya ass and laugh rip ya lips off and then kiss my ass

I'm a push tha Village Pimp, right over tha Edge, cold fallin...
But I looked and he was already there, doin a different kind of ballin.
Couple of queers, all kinds of gay thoughts now that they a tag team...
And they likin me, those couple of peaches hopin I'll supply the cream.
But I won't, just issue merks, to whoever dares take this to da Lines...
Dick suckin faggits know better, cuz they know they can't rhyme.

less born to kill, more born to fill,
line after line with a ryhme you steal,
been here since may, and you still talk gay?
nothing more original with which to play?
a gay diss, hmm, you're so unique,
you're the stagnant hip hop of which we speak,
when we say this scene is going nowhere,
yet you still repeat, without a care,
they may be tag team, but your solitaire,
the lonely one with a life of despair,

aight Dragon I, u from da UK? well IM da from VA/
it's BadNews u messin with the NUrsey Rhymes, lookin like it's Brick Laid//
if it wasnt for Slick Rick, yall wouldnt be into no HipHOP/
actin like yall feeling the vibe, grinin' when his ALBUM dropped//
he more american than you, DRAG ..man dont you got it BAD/
I drop more explosives over ya head than soldiers over in IRAQ//
oh but wait a minute! i got the blueprints stripped better than JAY/
the sketch i got will nicely place ya rhymes in the GRAVE//

yo blue mami,

hope u can stand~pain, feel my rampage, delete ur shit off this damn page/
i see ur pants staind, get off the site trick, this shit's a man's game/
pray~on, ill bury u hoe and put u in ur grave~long
with those basic rhymes im wonderin if u write em with a crayon/
im stunnin heat that'll leave u teary~bitch when i feel my fury~itch/
and ill have u 'runnin heavily' like the first day of ur 'period'/

era era wi wicky wwe wickidy whoa


I push you all to the edge, then kick your asses off
Start chewin viagra cuz all you dicks are spitten soft
No wait thats R&B, good thing no one heres B2k
I cripple dragons with fire spit then dare um to fly away
I'd diss the village pimp, but he could check the last page
born couldnt be classified "hard" if his label was ran by jay
Fuck a rock, ill take over a country an alphbet startin with A
im before BC so only dragons lyrics have somthing to say
to bad half the shit i read was basic old or over played
ill bump all those into one catagorie and call it b2k

I would mention you but in general your lyrics have enough to say
cuz like homosexual born dragons both flame with words like "im gay"
they must of hit pause on scrabble cuz neither finish there wordplay


eh eh eh era eh eh eh era eh eh eh errrrrrra er shcera

blu miami an 9 mile? when did eminem an will smith do a record
its like a cross between white an black, are you two michael jacksons pecker
Ones a bitch ones on some ones dick then we have some one tryna be wil smith
both you together are like visions of garth brooks turn pimp, its fuckin sick
in 9 post you two worked half the shit theses other cats had to fuckin spit
now i now noen of them are pimp, but for what yall said, ill give you credit.
then max you out like teenagers that discover machines accepting atms
these two might go again, so ill stop drop an fire ice like my tongue was a gem

this cat above me is bout to get dissed on/
i know if everyone had a choice hed be the one to get pissed on/
do everyone a favor and stop posting here/
i dont think anyone one likes to dis a queer/
but i do it cuz it has to be done/
feed you my lines and have you die of obessity like big pun/

Im proposin a battle between me and dr.seuss and da one and fatal lyrics reply if you accept

killjoy a killjoy like comin to a b-y-o-b without the liquor
you shouldn't posted shit lil dog cause now the mob is comin to get ya.
you proposin battle in a cypher you's a newb who got no brains
yo name says it all. you go to spit. niggas get mad cause yo ass is lame.
people was happy and shit listenin to me and real niggas go at it.
keep fuckin up goodtimes like white people you gone get yoself blasted
how you gone challenge niggas and you only got like three posts.
you probably need help written like puffy who get his shit from ghosts.
but thats about a wrap like diet foods from that dude atkins.
this dude just a whack muthafuckin being hard so he actin.

You claimin i gots no brains but i still rip this wack cat wit no game/
Your rhymes wouldnt be 'dope' if you was spittin out cocaine/
I might be a new Mc, but if we battled youd still lose to me/
This shit aint nothin new to me, your as hot as 2 degrees/
You could never compare to Joy or these rhymes im rockin/
Your punk ass is about as hard as a ball of cotton/
Droppin dope shit, this cat aint toppin my text/
Im a man, yall got me out here dissin on the opposite sex/
The way i spit, you'd get ripped up in detail/
I'd jump thru this screen and hit u but my moms taught me not to hit females/

Let me just say that Killjoy isn't very happy..
Every line he spits is a bad movie, just to sappy..
Not getting that diss another doesn't mean self props..
He won't even get on this chart, let alone the topps..
His rookie card shows expectations shouldn't be high..
Every line I see, I want to puncture each and every eye..
I just don't get what part of the story this guy comes in..
His chapter must have been cut short, like gone with the wind..

yo peep it...
Itz tha Don and you know i came to blaze this fuckin track...
So dont take it personal but i gotta merc this flyweight cat...
This dude is whack, and i know he dont want no title fight...
I can't wait for 11:59 cause its bout to be a murder after midnite
Or high noon...for this cat it dont really matter
a few lines from me god and his ego shattered
this bitch couldnt be ill even if he H.I.V.
iT'll take 10 of his ass to have tha skillz to come and battle me...
FAtaLity is what its really gonna be
I chop his head off and leave him bleedin in tha fuckin street...
No touchin me...luckily he's gonna die quikk..
but im finished so now yall can get off my dick.....

Don Blaze likes to fuck gays in ways that are in the anal phaze
He does this days by days, He neva change until he in my sight range
Put his ass out cold my gun told his brain to hit pain and be slain
He's on a level I'm not on just because I'm above it when I'm on
Shit even when I not on you get shit on my verse has ya gone
Since February, oh shit today, You been wit a gay, So enjoy the obituary