This trick "Hot clip"/
spit'n so relentless,/
no need, anyone your battle'n theres no contest/
LIke tix-tac-toe, everyone you know puts an X, across your chest/
Call'n people wannabies/
He roll's deep, his crew called the teletubies/

Dis nigga will never learn dont play with fire, you need some work/
I'll have your mom bendin over you with "40 ounces" of blood on both you and her skirt/
Once I get you in my grasp/
you can't break out Im like alcatraz/
X's on his chest for the clip thats hot/
Better than havin 0's for the wins you got/

Hardhitter, you came up with that name 'cause you was bitter/Sick of seeing yo' ass whipped round beat down like a clown.

I swear I saw you on the ground when you took some of that hard hitting, you run witha as much style as my little kitten. You know the one that I cooked up in the kitchen.


Im sick of fake mc's like you bitching about skills and deals and whos the real.. Whats the real deal? Are you for real or just some fake mc who wont reveal that he's a fake ass muthafucka who constantly gets smacked down by another brother. You really black? Or just claim to be from the hood cause you smoke crack and your life is whack.


Woah that went better than expected, My first ever diss nothing personal guys just playing around.




2nd reply:

Lock:
Yeah he wont learn to play with fire with your skills, your rhymes just to work/
Why you interested in his momma, you like that kinda stuff. I guess your the key to her lock/
Once I get you in my grasp/
Your rhymes will no longer laster as I stand back and blast/
I'd prefer to hear rhymes from hoes than the skillz you got/

Read the disclaimer above. Just playing guys.

This is a Rap Show and i'm the host, and big up to the kid with only 3 posts! Y'all say ya wanna blow up like Jay-Z! Well let me tell you something! Y'all niggas is lazy! If this was the bible, I would be Jesus, and you'd be my follower! You better believe this! OR maybe you'll go Big like 50cent! Shit! That's money at the arcade i spent! 50cent! I'll give you a dolla! HOLLA! Gimmie my money back and i'll see you tommorow! Today we find out if i'm ya daddy! or if it was the German Shepard in the back of the caddy!

That was some slaw you just spit and you can second vote it/I hope to hell it was a freestyle cause it'd be bad if you wrote it
If you was an E-Bay product you would'nt get any bids/you suppose to be hazardous but get played with by kids/
I'm something like a theif through the night thats up to no good/You compared to a boy scout group that jack around with woods
It's a minimum of six bars but I'll leave with eight/I roasted you but I want butcher to chop the meat on his plate

Ah Shit!


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Big Maze, quit your day job. Cuz ya already in a Daze/
Ya Crews WTC? I blew all them cats up like da World Trade/
Listen to me dog, this aint MTV, and Ya Just Not Made./
Raps All ya know? Figured that, ya dropped outta the 3rd grade/

Ya Jobs a Hustler...But you dont know what to do like R.Kelly in an Orphanage/
You dont know the first thing about macking, so STOP FORCIN IT/

yeah they call me the gay rapper cause i'm the paper punks unwratte/they call me black majic, cause my weed is abracadabra/they call me black out cause when lights are out i blast/the call me money machine cause i counts hella amounts of cash/they call me the a-virus cause i'm fire in the hole/they call me the good man above cause i will crucify ur soul/they call me awesome in fact these are the facts/call me any thing u want i'm not a stick cross ur ass so don't call me wack/ Bitch Boy, not to be take seriously, Next

Lets start this off easy/
Dan ya not the man/
and ya rhymes just corn-cob-cheesy/

Your 7 years older, and still cant rhyme back/
You work full time, yet you get less change then a '50-cent' sound-track/

Dan, Stop, Just dont cypher/
Im so fast~you cant see this/
Dan, Quit, ya not a fighter/
Your pussy ass Punk from Eatsville, and you cant beat-this/

Your structure was weaker then that of a tee-pee/
Shiba, shaba, aba, me me, you couldnt defeat me, this is a cyper, not a guilty plea/

You couldnt smoke if your name was cheech, and i was chong/
Your rhymes are empty, just like ya bong/

You didnt diss once and hardly rhymed in that entire verse/
I'm just a newbie, but your lines are 10 times worse/

Your shit was all good a week ago/
Cuz your old, and wrecked, i destroyed ya pride~along with ya ego/
Listen to me go/i can flow/in more ways than ya know/ask ya mom, i gave her 3cent for a blow/

So in closing, i like to say..../
Pimp ta Pimp/
Dont Hate the playa, hate the gay.../

Fo' heasy/
My rhymes flow day and night, its easy/
Fake ass rnb thugs their rhymes are greasy, coming outta your mouth it sounds cheesy/
You not the man, your rhymes I cant understand/
Some decent rhyming, lyrical tenacity is what I demand/

Yall act like your ahead of me better than me, like youve actaully commited a felony/
But in real life you dont make no strife you dont have no wife you dont have no life/
Learn to rhyme before your brag about crime/
Brag about doing time, brag about how your living yours in this day and time/
Dont hate the playa, hate the lame/
Hate the hattrick, hate the dicks/
Hate his lyrics/
Hate that fake shit hate that sly shit/
Wait until you see my shit/

Just playing guys.

Stop it with the puff daddy ryhmes, hes probably your idol/
We aint playin instruments hear so quit doin a recital/
Are you really rappin or is your disease really vital/
Your flows is gettin cold minz heatin up like my breathe was pyro/

Dogs a fake.....

Thou shall not lie and its in the ten commandments/
Quit reciting the pledge of Alligence cause you lost your "Independence".

Stop the half ass attacks/
Stop making yourself sound whack, stay off the crack/
Maybe you need a dictionary/
Look up lyrical wizardry/
Youll see me, flowing this shit metaphorically/
Puffy's not my idol, but you need some guidance/
Vital/
Your flows getting old, begining to get some mould/
You calling me a fake?/
Maybe you need a break/

You just broke your own commandments/
Good lyrics im demanding/
Lies im not understanding/
You need a backhanding/

Listen to me Im-pen-dance/
Your stuck in a daze, lost-in-a-trance/

Your name is a spelling mistake/
Your life is a fraud~homie ya just a-fake/

Stop cyphering here, go-home-man/
Homie, your a fag~go work at MJ'S nevaland/

Wow, what a fag~calls him self a wizard/
You homo, you blow more than a fucking blizzard/

Listen dog, i pitty you~at most/
WHY ARE YOU HERE!? WHY THE FUCK DO YOU POST?/

Lock! I bust you off! No wonder you get worked cuz ya rhymes are soft! Damn! Really don't no one care! You so damn pussy, you like cuddles the bear! I'll tell you what the hell i got on lock! Ya mom bitch! she won't get off my cock! Oh no! yeah i said it again LKD and i'm back and i'm bout to win!

138 posts for writing Lukewarm lyrical Shit...
Gay is when you fuck a Girl withought a Clit...
Yes the rap bitch is back on the new RB...
Representin' tha First lyrical flow - Just to EZ...
Ok step back, Leme stop talking Nonesence...
To late...I aint even botherin' ta Change my Content...

Hattrick mate get off the dick/
Your attempted lyrics are making me sick/

Your lyrics impede your flows/
Blow your chances with hoes/

Hattrick, sounds like a master of the dick/
How you Know so much about MJ and his location/
Did he give you testical aggrevation?

Listen mate punks are like a virus and your the host/
Your rhymes im hating most without flow without mo' they just dont go/

Your rhyme style is just really pathatic//
Lyriks look'n like a rapping parapalegic//
Can't scatch that itch for a win, cause with your style, its alergic//

what you talkin bout rats and cheese, im the rat you the cheese
and i capture this false hazard faggot wit ease....
dont even ask for it..... cuz if you ask for it
i gotta passionate ass kickin wit a bat attached to it
ima ~state this here~, ~make this clear~, FUCK YOU
you better slide, hide, jump and duck too!

im the cat standin above the rat with the cheese
expired last week and now you got a disease
stomach pains were the diagnosis of this doctors mistake
didnt see this comin when you served up ya life on a plate.
this mouse was too far and his pains fate was a sinner
lyin dead on the carpet cuase this mouse is my dinner
for the sitter, is a new mess in my kitty litter,
she couldnt clean it up because too soon i bit her.
when i say he got shooted i can talk his words fluent,
cuase when i tack nerds on the wall, yall included.

man ill flip your shit wit TWO COUNTS
of the verbals sense that has a NEW MOUNTS
to demolish ur fairy tale of the RAT SCRIPTED SHIT
that aint even the right fake puch cause u played it wit a trick HAT ENCRYPTED HIT
cause ur ryhmes werse then ELIVIS PRESLY
i siing better then u cause u get rap behind the PELIS ! NEWBIE,
ur aint worth my lines i would MERK UR SOUL
ans then i would piss on ur grave and SMIRK AT UR HOLE

Yo check this...
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Listen you a fag aussie, listen you my bitch~time to~train/
Your a homo, your whole country~ill wrock all of Bris~bane/

Why you hating on elvis presley for~he da king of rock/
You, but on a bra~you can be tha queen of cock, ~ill hurt you and that cat above you~lock pop rock ya jock/

I read over all ya rhymes/
Truth is you couldnt spit if em wrote ya lines/

Listen im bout to hurt ya, so ill say sorry/
Your words are more played out then atari/

Fucking with me, ill make ya country a casualty of war/
Like a rotten apple~homie ya just aint hardcore/

Everything ya spit is from ya own gay expierence/
Your a nerd, not a thug~distinguish the diffrence/

im done with ya aussie ass LEAVE THESE FORUMS/
GO BACK TO MAKING GAY PORNS./

ur gay u spit to much usin symboles like This -------> ~ and such/
im to fast to catch and to ill to touch/n i kill the dutch/
u scored 3 goals " a Hat Trick" all u do is score with big dick/
I bust my gun quick if u touch my sons chick ill shoot off ya stick/
ill rough u ,you in the game actin like a tough jew/
you put your hand on your stick, and your keep it there with super glue/ so u can try to block ne thing i shoot at you/ I bust my glock on automatic skim ya hair so quick they casue irratic static

ok...so ure gonna cum out my stereo cuz u got i mic in u
i will stop talkin your bullshit and continue
so ure an electric fence and spittin at u is hazedous hey?
thats ok the electrics off 2day
and ill spit at u like im spittin this rhyme
the way u rap should be against the law and a crime
im dissin u line by line
im rippin u apart and im takin my time
ant this i shine!

my diss was for unwritten hazard on the 1st page!

Bust on R.O.B.B
 

R.O.B.B You about to get spanked! I'll fuck you up worse than i did mothafuckin Loyd Banks! Yeah i'm black bitch thank you very much! me and ya mom went from "how you doin?" To QUICKIE IN THE TRUCK! Or do i have to point out the bounce you come from where and you ain't smoked an ounce! You say you gon shine! I'll blow you up like the sun! Whose the Illist M.C. around? You talkin to him...One! But sorry dude ya rhymes are lazy! You dirt! I'll brush you off my shoulder like fuckin Jay-Z! OH shit so you say you want more! nobody want you! you like a old dog in a mothafuckin Pet store! Plus you say you are never gon die! One Question, I know you like dikes! So i ask you nigga WHY! :gfy: :flipoff: :flipoff: :flipoff:

dog u better go back to the pound, before i pull out a loui ville sluga bat and pound on ur crown. then expose the brain i fownd. then i will explain it, 1/3 is just his ego, the other 1/3 is a burnt buritto, then i found loyd banks bustin stupid crazy rhymes like evil canivle. Did he come from a man or just a carnivle, u look at me and yo dick just shriville. you cant bust a rhyme if it was handed to you, with a instrumental. You like to spank the dudes like you was a pent up criminal. well heres a life sentence to me, because it'll be the last sentence you'll ever see.

unwritten hazard fuck that ima write off this bastard
he think he can spit but ma spit hurt faster
he ain't shit fuck him cuz i'm tha master
ya gunz iz fake them shits iz all plaster
i'm tha master of disaster
i do this fa occupation
and tha nigga afta me will b doin nuttin but hatin
well i guess i'm out back to fite against Satan

Im new to this but Im shootin YoungStar/
Your rap iz weak more or less U sub-par/
Without even thinkin Imma beat U by far/
Big'N iz steppin up to the plate/
Lets go fishing nigga, U's my bate/
I'll see U wiggle like a worm jus wait/
Talkin about U tha shit, U tha master/
Im tha Boss, U at home shittin your pampers!


:shoot: :thefinger

hold up hold up, is this girl lyein
my gunz are fake?
her spits dont his faster thats all im denyin
your get too upity beter know up place
ill show you my gunz are real by putin 2 in ur face
ur spits are faster well mine sting like mace
so young star im disaster in this place
paint the forest with ur blood wile making not haste
i may not have a dad but you have nether
your a test tube baby, with off the chart crak metter
look at ur big eyes nothing can beater
grow some titys and then were a wife beater

Wow sounds like Disaster Master couldn't be faster?
What tha fuck he thinks he the master//

Grow up kid learn to type,
maybe one a these times you'll get it right
but tonight your rhyme sounded like shite//

Man i heard those lines so many times
their bad as mine when I was humpin' a lime for dime//

Will you please get a life, and once you do get a wife,
then you can stab her with a knife because of strife//

Sit down clown imma make u drown when im cummin' down right to ya town
and just fo you i be wearin' a night gown//

k-dubb dude wat da fucc is u thinkin rappin you might juss get stucc wit singing (laughin)
ur record is 1-4 i'll murder u and run and tell da copz wat im wanted for
u dont want it raw, cuz im to damn nice
and aint none of yall on dis screen ever blew man pipes (guns)
raps is older than dicc van dyke
u wacc kid haven't u looked at ya record
u need 2 get focused do somethin to get better
homey u need 2 learn 2 rap
my flowz iz hot they burn like i permed ya scalp

da one talkin shit bout dick van dyke
well u like the dick and your mums a fuckin dyke
ill murder u n ur whole crew with one bat
ill steal ur bitches n have em turnin tricks with there twats
try n test double c but u dont trouble me
i bubble in rowdy clubs, stratford rex when the shots gone off
i just blazed green n popped my collar off
now u wana test a man thats immune
im the man that will put u in ur tomb

Double c is truly the one and only,
rapper we talk about being so phony,
south borders of london? well ima-comin,
open your mouth so i can stick my gun-in,
if theres no struggle i promice you to heaven,
stuggle and ill fire maby 1 -7 ,
bullets in your face your chest and through your shoes,
ill make shure yah end up on every channel news,
so step the fuck off ya hear double C
your rappin carreer is in deep Trouble-See.


peace

This bitch should be homeless or simply retired
'Cause his wack as fuck lyrics make us wish he expired
The Suppliah?
You're like a bag o' marshmallows- soft n' white
Your lyrics are just as sweet- mine are often tight
You can make a fool out of yourself, or let me act one
I've packed~some heat with gats,~son, in an orderly fashion
When it comes to battlin', for your sake, this better be yo last one

Poision, how you call yourself this, boy your more like the remedy//
Cause anyone who's never won before, boy you'll be there remedy//

da vinci he hasnt been good
since he...came to this site
ill use all my might,to diss this fool damn right
this kid cant write to save his life
didnt u read the 1st page its 6 lines minimum
u start a ryhm and u cant finish em'
when i start i wanna continue
im wastin my time sittin here and dissin u
theres no point cuz with that ryhm u emmbarris ya self
stop tryin 2 ryhm and stay sat on the shelf

"Robb" Got "Shot" For Fuckin Wit The "Shop owner"...
and He couldn't fuck with real shit even if his name was Dick Boner...
Get a Life and Get Off the PC You Waste Blob...
And His Punches Couldn't "Steal" Me Even Tho His Name's "Robb"..
Robb Don't Want Beef Wit me He's a Feminem Kid...
You Couldn't beat Me Even If You Try'd, I'm Never Gonna Die
I'm Infinite Like Ya Sig...

Blah...NEXT!!!

Adept at what?
Dude you fucked that up
The shop owner shot robb the blob?
Sadly he missed his shot
Adept dropped to slob on robb the blob's knob
You summed it up best when you called it blah
Infinite just like robb's sig
That's the point ain't it
That sig is his
You a fuckin' parasite kid

note to you: 1 syllable rhymes dont make you look clever/
dont try battle me... .. maybe you should battle anyone... ever/
i have NEVER seen a personal crafted in a way worse than you/
my first impression was what an mc would see in blink 182/
just a punk trying to rock a mic, but i guess thats wat we all first sound like/
no this aint a friendship invite, i know this is my first post, but my raps are so hot they ignite/
only god can judge others... thats why i get to judge my adversaries/
if your so "cool" how bout you "manifest" some flow, and a vocabulary?/
i can see you sayin wait... this guys not better than me../
this is HIS first post and he questions MY integrity/
hes the punk mc, he only has one post, he must be newbie/
when reallisticly, it looks to me like you should learn ya rap abc's/

i bet i know exactly what your like, and the thinking time you spent/
deciding to rap was as easy as listening to some bitch like 50 cent/
any "n*gga can flip switches, roll with clicks and, pimp bitches galore"/
but it takes real rappers like the "last emp" to host a dope "secret war"/


Peace

One-Man-Band is the target of my Master Plan...
To crush emcee's to sand, And Corupt Fans...
Your first post doesnt need to be like 600 bars...
My skill is the sky but not lacking Fuckin Stars...
One man, Yes that means your not Supported...
'Cuz the next time at Band camp your Flo'red...

i got more bread than the aisle of Winn-Dixie
so hot niggas get pissy just ask jixi
i got more killahs than you do in da bahamas
i can crush ya whole career with one line with no problems