ok ill do it hold on let me think first

albi this is for u

albi what the fuck is wrong with u/
dissin a man bitch know your place and clean my shoes/
lick my sack as a matter a fact u got lines on your tounge like u been strokin a bat/
bitch come at me wit some more of that weak shit to get me heated/
I'ma leave you hot and drippin like a bitch I just beated/
open your mouth a little bit wider/
maybe u can get 2 cocks if your mouth if fuck your supplier/
u must be on drugs to have lost your place/
when my semen hit your tounge I left u cravin my taste/
what ever it takes that what'll I'll do to embarrass u/
how the fuck u gone call me a fake what about u/
albi sounds like a hillbilly name or an iraq common/
u fat bitch looks like u took 9 shells to yo abdomen/
how the fuck u get rolls wit a fold/
U took off your shirt and gave the doctor cold/
u need mental guidence or parental advisory/
face it u wet your pants when u caught the sight of me/
please don't even post back just face it your out/
I'll leave your face blankless like a manican wit its face out/

this could be a problem


Only dickriders post above me in cyphers givin meanin to the fake Idolatry
call your shit wonderful when it's more like public bathroom poetry
givin u death with key strokes just call my verses armageddon
have you thinkin its winter the way your family tree shedin
couldnt even kill gz if you did a drive by on crenshaw son
sweatin bullets is the closest you ever gotten to holdin a gun
now you wanna run knowin the eagle showin any minute
and put a hole in ya head so big that fat joe can jump in it
im the savior of rap so under your loss colum just put Jesus
okay you got talent .....You should.... your a rappin FETUS

wow you got a serious problem

u can't diss me so don't even try it/
so why don't u write a book then buy it/
I got u shook like Madonna comin out wit a children's book/
u doin the harlem shake before u even get hit by my troop/
don't think your somthin hotter than fire/
I'll go more than 2 rounds wit ya and have u singin through the wire/
u inspire be to become a writer or a sysdystic criminal fumbling wit a lighter/
spray ya tires wit oil sheen lit it like a torch/
when I shift gears in my game its too rugged u can't handle the torque/
so pick up pieces of wats left of ya dreams/
matter a fact just stand and lean/
and get hit wit my beam this is reality son when u die u never seen/
u imaginary like the line called the equator/
my bites hurt worse than Dirt McGirt shit ask my taylor/
I don't wear suits I like throwbacks better/
u say I'm a fetus but your just a caterer/
u bring niggas they food like some kind of waiter/
except u get your hands stuck the plate like a chronic masturbator

*I fucked up a word so don't think I added a line*

^ stick to audio cause u aint fuckin wit me kid



Kid Write Bars On His Forehead an couldnt Make Head-Lines
Could Pass For Bustas Aerobics Instructor way ya Stretch-Rhymes
Ponderin Stats Complexity's Dilemma Fuck A Krairo no Quandary-Raps
Scared to Throw in the Towel like Paranoid Peeps in Laundrymats
Got Em Sweatin Bullets Perspirin Shells through His Skin-Pores
Dude is battlin Wit Alzheimers he dont know What Hes In-For
Looch got the Element of battle while you continue to Bore-On [boron]
like Dummies Usin Facial Cleansers Krairos merely an Oxy-Moron

E Looch stop usin complicated words/
I like to keep it nice and simple so take it easy on the inflexible verbs/
don't try to school a nigga in grammer and shit/
looks like u could write a story so go ahead bitch/
I see your heavy on punchlines but u must spend alot of time/
u prob got a book full of punches waitin to be put in a line/
I know your type buts its ok I like to think straight off the head just a flow or a freestyle/
your kind gets picked over more than used lifestyles/
I don't care if u got more punches than me/
I come like mahammad ali and sting like a bee/
E Looch u ain't no sheek louch so don't get exasperated/
I'll leave u so tense u walkin around castrated/
legs bound to ya head even if this is fabricated

I ran the muck, the minute Krairo stood up...
And made a fuss like throwing and stuff
Raise the knife in cut'
and kill enough people to fill three bus's up
Till Krairo gets a real name that aint made up and stuff
Rather then me making you up via blood to cuff
Viable like when Librarians sigh at you
Hurl him off a cliff to inspire the moniacol.

Its WICKED the WAY i split this gay...
Da only way u'll hear hot shit is if u pay.....
Wicked ways? dats stands for da wicked way ya mom fucks u...
Im jus postin dis shit i dont give a fuck dude...LMAO I SAID DUDE!
i like pie when its bein bittin...
but unlike that gay ass guy under me my shit aint written...
ma flo is exclusive its suntin u cant cop...
Yo nigga under me im beatin u now whose on top?!?!!?

Magician 7, loving bondage religiously, in submission seventh heaven//
You learnt magic when dad dissapeared your virginity when u were 11// (ouch)
Ghosts and magic are Hoax, you changed ur host name because u spat wacked posts//
B-RAD spin'n rims & rhymes like roast.//
Everyone knows Malibu's the coast with the most//
So spit some more shit about u pack nines an the hoes u sleep wif. But remember//
You look like a kicked in pie, or slipped in a-lit shit//
Make me think, what circus your dad travel with?//

B Rad G from Brisbon But he's litteral to down under...
Can't punch, ill son ya. A tundra with thunder
Pack heat with mass beef, shoot past like old acting
Fuck being a ghost,
Im blasting fast, you'l die in a dam sheet
DOMinate any fight when im drastique.... :P
Slam quick,
sometimes i stick buttons and press plastic

Whicked Ways Stays Quiest Like "Detention-Holders"..Im Throwing More Strikes Than "Professional-Bowlers"..
And Im Not Talkin About "Shampoo" When I Say Ill Dislocate Your "Head-And-Shoulders"...
Its Obviouse Like A "Gay-Dawg" This Fuckin "Bitch-Is-Queer"...
As If I Got You "Insultin-Friends" The Way I Make You "Dis-A-Peer"..(dissappear)

Listen, mr apostrophies, going on about silly atrosities
My ill philosophies got Jesus watching me..
Xternal sound like he's born from some cable monogomy
Just aint toppin me soon as i drop a beat
On this pussy, stomp his feet to a Catastrophie...
Aint no blastin me, I clasp the rasp and assasinate
With darts to procrasonate your heart...
Till it masticates apart and drops out your arse.

Sorry i forgot, i't's' so's' ''ill##'' to~~~Wri''t'e' L~i''ke Th''IS.

This kid thinks he got wicked ways
British queen gettin exposed like xrays
Your's truly...sirsuckalot bloody bastard
U already gettin brused and plastered
Prolly thinks he dohpe? what a disaster
....Next time address me as yo master...





blah!!

Yo..
When this kid rhymes he puts on more acts than a telvision...
When im done with this cat ima leave him with a true "deadly Vision"...
Warnin ppl to think before they talk. like hes reall bout sumthin...
till it comes to time to spit then he gets more Corny than a muffin..(haha)
i couldnt have found a person easier to diss....
Dealy Visions just gave me so mmuch shit to work with....

I Can Tell Nope-Suck Cuz He Don't "Fuckin Work" Like A Broke-Slut...
Don't Get Ya Hopes-Up We All Know You Gonna Choke-Punk...

It's A Fact-That This Kat-Wack, He Go Hand And Hand Wit Bad-Rap...
And The Only Wieght This Joker Holdin Is Books In His A Nap-Sack...

Don't Tryin Re-spond, Cuz The All That's Gon Happen Is You Gettin Pee'd-On...
I Spit Flames And Scorch Everything I Breathe On So Raise Up And Be-gone...

Lights, camera, guess what? action sucks
U pissin grown men dawg, God,WHAT DA FUCK?
Golden showers, grown men ann gay porn rentals
you ain't battlin shit, ur just menstral wit a pencil
Don't get angry, im just tryin to learn you
U spit fire but likely cuz ur girlfriend burned you.
Im end it off right, no censorship.
Id tell u to suck my dick but you'd probably like it

Yo son/
you mentiones gay ish, and dicks/
one too many times for you to be playin/
I'm just sayin/
It makes me think little JOHNNY is the one they've been rapin/
I wonder if it was b/c of affirmative ACTION or b/c you're ASAIN
either way dawg, change your name to of the "fruity persuasion"

I got schemes and had dreams of putten Johnny boys head to a red beam..
He got no game let alone bein' on a team..
I get the money like C.R.E.A.M..Cash to tha ceilin..
52 in tha deck is the only time this kats dealen..
I'm a hustla, banga, slanga slash killa...
When Johnny boy's sugary sweet..like coconut vanilla..
At first I was slappen'em, jacken'em..and rappen on'em sick..
But now I'm wrappen'em in a black bag..senden'em to the grave yard shift..

.Nise.

From his first bar i could tell Johnny asia was wacker then disney fantasia
The first musician in malaysia. Not doing hip hop any favours.I have got day - jar
Vu. Nothing you spit is new. Just reciting old phrases like a jew. Few
Rhymers know how to step to this. So dont attempt
Because you will be left with nothing. Only contempt. And exposure
For the poser that everyone knows ya. But more over
To the point. Smoke you and all your crew like a joint

Yes we all seemed to diss the same fool

I'll rip U and toss b-fag onto the wind like dirty pussy/ when U say Mali, "I say shut the fuck up and go sell girl scout cookies"/ Im nastier that the hair undernieth your arms/ while U Go Pick up your girl from the Dairy farm/

let me see which gun will it have ta be/
cuz when i rip this fag they won't know his eye~den~tidy/(identidy)

What you Dumb-Nigga? I got Semen for this YOUNG Kum Drinker//
Givin this Cunt-Fingers, u like a ARMLESS PREACHER, u jus cant TOUCH-SCRIPTURES// lOl

^^^lol dat shit did not ryhme dunn

i know u hate me coward,cuzz i only give her 15 minutes i dont give ya lady hours-
while suck me off she not gettin "gifts" but she damm sure gon get a "babi-shower"-

Im laughing at this, marvolous and royal sickness all brother-less. Unless
I send them to hell without address. Send them to hell still in their dress. I profess
My hate and might to every say your the sickest on dis site. Maybe
Thickest and not bright. Maybe wackest and never tight. Set NYC up a lite all pritty.
Tay G Sincity still fucking you like j.lo and p-diddy. Dont be shitty be brave-hearted
Cause im slapping your bitch up when i put it in her dot when she farted.

Fool, ya rap like my mama on crack,
go back to yo "hood", ye back to yo shack,
you outta take yo rhymes n shuv em up yo ass,
makin 5 bucks an hour workin at Petro pumpin gas,

well well "B-Rad G",
ya betta hope ya dun run into me,
its time 4 me to go bang yo bitch,
includin all da chicks in yo family!
__________

you say mali, I say SHUT DA FUCK UP AND PUMP MY GAS BITCH!!!

White Power forget it. You couldnt even make any sense after a edit. You regret it?
Your hill billy roots are pathetic. Your mums your aunty, im sympathetic. No class
You dont pump gas you pump ass. So fast, your gonna blow on your dads rum flask
Bask in my glory. Talking bout your racism is a whole another story.

I will go easy because its your first post. Chances of picking me, were remote.
I boast, being a rhyme veteran after dark. Its rubbing of on everyone like bark
Take my lyrics back to your trailer park.


You say hitler. I say SHUT THE FUCK UP HE IS DEAD YOU WANKER

You call yourself B-Rad,if you make me Mad,
i'm a slap you with my Maxi Pad.
Give it up you can't Rap,you
rymes is handicapped perhaps,
your brain collasped.

yo ya rhymes arnt even near topnotch
stop where ya are, set ya stop watch
in that verse ya made no sense
heres tha keys to a herse, be ready to commense

yeah man, his didnt make sense and yours did/
sure kid, stoppin watches 'll give u a sure-win/
your rhyme is twisted.. only one punch and you missed-it/
so short, cant even flip-it, the kids flows non existent/
so damn distant... the whole thing was really out in the open/
the fuck you talkin bout notches... im so good my topnotch is broken/
your rap careers over, you got nuthin, i already told-ya/
I have never seen any line ever that was worse than ya closer/

one-man-band what instrument you play
prolly tha flute, aint you fuckin gay
im tha power of rain, and your dryed-up
nah im the fire and you need to light-up
that last pathetic line, i didnt understand it
im leavin smoke in ya face, while you second-hand it

what the fuck look at this noob... the bitch aint even battled anyone yet/
i know what u'll say.. "but u lost your 1 battle".. only cos i challenged a vet/
I'm actually not new to the game.. u r.. my last line what is there not to get?/
you know? a closer?... u probly dont... cos only place u rap is the net/
lets u an me go audio, ill give u a rawt and show/
that u an ya keyboard maybe should give rock a go/
cos somethin aint right, ya lines plain as day-night,/
ya punches are played, ive seen so many of the same type/
the rule is u caint-bite, ... and we might not see shit in the same light,/
but i think youre shit, and the one u bit off aint-tight/
u might wanna stay away from my name, i dont play the flute, dont call me gay, rap humble/
next time re-read what u say, u call yourself C-quence, when your whole verse was a wack jumble/

Ur~dethroned~like~bent~cones~toned~in~crome~2~ur~d ome~ur~lifeline~is~loaned
Im the collcecta~who~dont~respect ya already wrecked~ya here 2 get wat~Im~owed/
U made hiv look less of stds as u cried and pleaed over a battle which u lost~tha~lead
Fuck spitin in2 m.i.c.s replace them rattles casue ur like babies ‘easy~2~make~bleed/

$ik stands for "the Shitty shit that I Kick"
When you write a diss at least try to make it rhyme bitch
I looked through ya diss
Ya punches don't connect
You four years old
How you gonna be talkin bout sex
Muthafucker stop riding dick
Take too much paracetamol and then you'll be $ik
Thinking you the collector
Learn to spell
You weak like Hector
Out of the Iliad I give you hell
Thinking Hip-Hops a way to rebel
Not one of your records is ever gonna sell

I just wanna know one thing Kre-z, why are yu “Huggin~My~Cock?”
Oh well Fuck It, Since yur there, Keep on “Sucking~Don’t~Stop”

Lil Wayne Light Yur Legos On Fire now yu can say yur “Block~Is~Hot”
I could kick yur Ass Once, so now yu try to “Mock~My~Spot”

you one ta talk you stuck ya dic-in-ya-sons-be-hind/
you aint ill wit tha bills just sik-wit-a-money-sign/
my punches go straight to ya nose like sniffin-them-funny-lines/
you aint die for ya boys u always listen-ta-buddies-cry/

ayo

Who wantz to {Rent-A-Gay} cuz Bitchez get Squeezed like Lemonade/
Soon as ya Scent wuz Sprayed, I wuz Loadin teckz and i wont even Repent Today/
You get smacked wit a Pan Handle and end up Layin on da {Flor} for Weekz/
Cuz {Id} Freeze ya Streetz, and you will get Spun {A}round like a Discuz for Greekz/

This Dude Bl0wHis Sexuality Is Like Question Marks Thinking & Drivin He Really Not Sure Which Way To Go
Phisyques A Bitch & We All Know
Its Like Condoms Wit Lungs His Raps Are Known To Suck An Bl0w
Ya Brain Is RetardedYea He's Actually Known To Drop Hot Shit Right After Eating Hot Doritos When He Farted
This Cat Get Beat Then He Darted
Phisyque Cant Bring Tha Heat So We Can Say That Hes More Cold Hearted
Phisyque Has No Love Flings, Its Like Midgets Wit Testicular Cancer Sessions

new style jus checkin it in here

E-looch I get the easy cooch
I'm stoppin this game
Stop this punk from rappin
The bitch has gone insane
The money in ya avatar is fake
You wish
That you could five dollas
To put a chocolate on ya dish
Is E-looch trying to rhyme
Maybe I'm mishearin it
Caust it seems ya best flo is ya own worst period
I bet you a geek girl in gym
Callin ya self no 1
Bitch thats a sin
RoYal SicKneSS
Is that the name of ya crew
Cause if it is I hope that they sicka than you
Cause otherwise they should stop
They already lost
Go home ya weak bastard
Try to get laid
Watch porno and get tossed off
Tha muthafuckin stage BIATCH

dammit i dont even know why i came to this site/
the game standard might be the worst i ever saw in my life/
sure, some are skilled but the rest, u aint ill, u never will be so stop your vision/
in your case practice makes nothin, these skills aint learned, these skills are god given/
sometimes livin-your-best will get the women-pattin-ya-chest/
but y'all will never make it cos u only rap about sex/
I havent seen a verse yet in here that could fuck with the vets/
theyre all the same.. "your gay" youve seen one youve seen the rest/
after elevation, you thank the father for the honour/
"but i dont wanna?" these is the dudes hit by karma/
first you grab the ears, then you grab the souls/
first you let them hear, then you get they gold/
fuck those one-hit-wonders... more like one-hit-blunders/
one song then they back-under.. much dough, but u aint known so some fucker guns-ya/
may as well have stayed underground... thats where the real cats hang/
better sounds, better skills... ive found that any other shit is probly bout gangs/
bout bangs, you know, i fucked up some nigga and then fucked some hoe/
its purely for show most those mainstream bitches got wives an kids back home/

.. im gettin so off topic, back to this, well... i could be wrong bout u all.. so show-me/
things lookin kinda grim though.. you got that guy thats got many hyphens but no multis/
physique, another bitch conversin-to-crime.. looch packs another "u gay" rhyme.../
wrenegade could elevate, but kre-z... usually theres more than five words-in-a-line/

ah shit i g2g...
unfinished.. but whatever

peace