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god damn you cant even count numbers//
prolly take it in the butt from cucumbers// motha fucka your rhymes are bitter// too bad for our sake, your not a quitter// your shit rhymes are driving us crazy// not even 6 lines, damn you lazy// go buy you a cheesecake?// what are you talkin bout? your punches are fake// you talk bout shows on MTV// talkin bout black shows, shouldnt you be watching BET?// what's wrong wit a white boy who can rhyme// better then you, your worse then shower grime// you can't handle my white boy skills// cuz im the white billy from the hillz// so next time atleast take your time// and actually compose a rhyme// |
i douse this little lizards* fire without even sayin bitch please
bitch nice? lose softly like u always do then we see whos nice [me] Grab a mic first than preach to these bitches, rewind gotta read wut i wrote lizards mics and preachers oh shit u know its dope my lines are sniffed more by crack heads cuz they dawned it "SUPER DOPE" *spyro=little dragon from spyro games |
in rapping you dont hav a clue..theres no life for him to persue..
Insert who?..ill rip you a new ass for u to stick ur rhymes into.. Ur 2 wins must of came from ur other alliases and u think u cool.. go back to school..the only time u spit is when u sleep and drool.. ur hole verse was halarious......but i was laughin at you.. beating me? no chance bitch, so please just pass-through.. |
Look at this bitch, his avi reflects the opposite of him//
A skinny and black guy, who does have bling-bling// Don't think im trippin, i know him in reality// As far as battlez, his ass is his only casualty// (D/R) In 2 crews, cause he has to much time on his hands// So punches come slowly, im off-life by the time one lands// Biatch... |
Puglist, a new rapper in myst
Better stay away from my fist Your a geek and never have been kissed Microsoft is were you should work For that big mother fucking jerk Go back too your bin Or die too my sin |
Damn its simple son...You mad dumb.
How difficult is it.....SIX LINE MINIMUM... If theres beef you can bring it then. The cum gotcha voice box clogged spit now or stop loitering.. In my face chokin..gaggin..actin like your spit is bangin dammit.. your shit sound like the type you curb and baggit... Im dirty......If you turn your back I'll stabbit..I done haddit..... Turns out I made this murder thing a habbit.. I slappit....Your open mouth when you yabbin....I'm grabbin.... The Mic...One two testin and I'm Rammin it... Down your throat. The Aftermath come afloat in the delaware by a boat....Hope... Is all you got left you cant cope.....Nope... It's over you dumb dope... Next time spit six lines like the first person wrote..... |
......wow......lolz......
check this........ I didn't know motha'goose was in the aftermath-But look above' Fuk flippin a Bird, i toss this kid a dove-Who'd of thought.. Math an 8-mile shared such Puppy Love- I could fit dis kids strength of spit on the plain side of a triscut'- I even tried to call this Bitch out-an 411 slapped bak at unlisted- talkin bought lyrical droughts? dawg u lookin quite constipated- u want my style? i'll even laminate it- can't stand a kat perfomin free-hand masterbation- dun reply or pm....jus consider dis ya cyhper education..... |
Dj Jet thats what you need to do just bounce/
i heard tighter flows from Danny Tanner on full house/ i'm a treat you like alter boys and fuck you real hard/ give up emcee'in to rap you've been barred/ talk about education look at your grammer/ your bringing back rymes from vanilla ice and hammer/ you little faggot ass pussy its just a suggestion/ keep learning these lessons built on viewer discretion/ |
Co fax get taxed for his dress with ruffles
2 teks get taken out the duffels....The nozzles got muffles.. I can fuck you up with both hands behind my back.... Like when cops cuff you... Ruff you up with rymes enough to... hit the right nerve and effect your muscles... Hang tight cause your jaw hang loose... I stickin move with the rymes shift and bruise... with your mouth wide open you choke and lose.... And the rymes I spit.....Is the only tools I'll use |
krushblind what are you supposedly tryna be?
your a weenie, can't see me, I drink wine and chew up your raps like bri you look like shit, words from every chick get, you have to leave cause your rhymes are bit from a sesamee street skit, your like a shaved clit I hate fags like your kind, I was gonna diss but never fuckin mind cause you diss yourself with the cheezy rhymes you struggle to find yeah your signed, to a gay porn label where people can catch you on the gring fuckin dudes and suckin dudes, my rhymes are heated like international feuds you stink, like a pussy stuffed with tuna and a dead minx what you think? your rhymes are flat and cold like an ice skating rink damn I'm fades the fuck ed |
kill u on the dime, cuz krushblind missed to switch hit the sides/
and I know that bitch can't stick with the rhyme, but he's not the one to diss this time/ instead I got this bitch with the freaky eyes/ lookin out at both his sides, cuz he afraid to look straight to stand up and fight/ instead he's like "I lost the knife", so I'll just cut ur rhymes slice by slice/ bitch u to nice, cuz u spit with ice, couldn't breath fire, even if u ate every hot herbal spice/ an christ got u locked and chained, crucified by ur own ppl cuz u a shame/ and u can't feel the pain cuz u insane, and u ain't got the brain to bust the rap game/ so now I'll juss end this straight, so just creep away/ must be y u named urself chameleon, so u can just blend in and sneak away/ |
I dont swim in ya toilet so dont gene in my pool,
I could put you on ice and you still wont be cool, Cause i come with the punches that will crush any vaginal wall, The closest thing you get to pussy is makin cat calls, So let me tell you this so you'll understand in lamen terms, Your a mistake, ya mom jumped in the pool only to tread upon some sperm. |
I'll bust you up really good, Make you knock on wood,
Go get ya hood, None understand ya is that understood.. You must be coming played cuz your name is played, You could go down hill in the snow so you'll get slayed.. Diss you in fron of a parade, I'll finish you off real quick, Dont care blow me off because i already know you suck dick.. |
So why you tryin to dis when ya punches dont work,
Only reason why your here is to find out if other people will circle jerk, So dont be quick to come the played conclusions, All you do is spit smoke cause i can see the pollution, So heres the solution, stop with ya posts cause nobody wants to see it, Cause i rip you so hard that i'll even make ripley believe it. |
Lets cut to the chase, You would never win in a race,
You aint holding ground like pulp you'll lose ya base.. I'll punch you in the face, This kid must be going cold turkey, Even if you had a gun i wouldnt be affraid of you hurtin me.. I'll crack ya back and make it like a domino effect, And your mother is bang bang when it comes to tecks.. |
I already ripped you once now you comin back for more,
Ya faggot, you got popped in the eye too much thats why ya raps are such and "eye sore", Cause i make more punches then the koolaid guy, So you jack off to my rhymes like you from american pie, But dont sigh, cause i'll finish you off before you start, Now all ya raps do is show that your brain farts, |
Lets start off like this your jokes are lame and corny,
Check this out i dont get off your rhymes but your the one thats horny.. You couldnt think of anything to rhyme so my brain farts, I'll crack you up and the'll have to start to name parts.. You cant maintain in this rap shit, So dont attack this, Your a peon your nothing but a chump that attract hits.. |
Why are you even here ya raps shows ya dont belong,
My raps before made you a rememberence like girls tan lines while wearin thongs, Cause the only time ya post is when you can bite off my lines, You act as if ya tuff, but only if you in pantomimes, So bitch get off my sack, im here to show you what you lackin, I'll even bet you'll post after this, like the rollin stones you cant get no satisfaction. |
Bitch shut your trap, I got guns and i'll bust caps,
In real life you wouldnt stand a chance and thats fact.. I'll crip walk all over you and snatch ya spine and say i got ya back, Yeah try and flip that jack, Your name say it all cuz your wack.. The only time you playing with balls is when swallowing my sack, Im burning this hoe at that, Im choppin ya head off to cut some slack.. |
I have verbally assulted this bitch with all ya rhymes,
Ya shit just gets more wac with every bar and line, Ya try to be "rap friendly" but oddly the numbers are all stacked, Bitch i'll rip ya spine out just to show you i got ya back, But otherwise stop postin i'm sick and tired of sittin here with this trick i'm roastin, Cause all you are is a "pain" (window) but now your all broken |
^^^I CANT DISS THAT DOPE VERSE BUT ILL TRY..
***************************************** u are shit...u smelll like someones dick when u spit.. i am it...ur de-elevating like fallin in a pit.. i am dope...u got no hope.. ur hanging and im gon cut ur rope... i have skill..u dont!!!! izzle lmao |
Let me take a guess now you say your tha "shit"?
Hold up lemme write it down as a judical writ// And you say you got skill dawg ya must be mentally ill// Now imma be tha one that'll be hopin u aint gropin ya own ma' instead you'll be mopin' her boo-tah// Now I'm through with you, that is only a little of what I can do now ima make ya get on ya knees and say thank you// |
K Dubb Sux, Let Him Think That He's Hard -
Then Leave Him Scarred Off Of Sunset Boulevard - Fuckin Retard.. You Think That Shit Was Worth The Post? - Merked The Ghost, Soaked And Demote His Oath - Hoaxed N' Broke.. Actin Like Hes Got Class - Fag, Take The 32 Posts And Shuve Em' Up Ure Ass - |
Calda's Punches Are Like Walking On Gasoline,Your Hits A Trip-
If Battling,U Could Be A Waist And I'll Still Doubt If You're Hip- Tricks And Flips, Don't Mean U Flip The Script- On Stage You're Probably Wack,So Instead Stick To Scripts- I Got Pricks To Rip,Forget Mod I'd Probably Hop To Executive- I Could Defeat U So Bad Your Winning Record Would Drop To Negatives- Peace |
I'll tell you one thing Killjoy,
right after I let my son play with you like a little toy// First things first, learn ta' rhyme with a different line each time, or else you will stay unsigned and drop behind in tha mind// Before I tell ya another thing Imma flash ya with my bling bling diamond ring and knock on ya head and wait for a sting// Just to let you know, Calda Merda hasn't won a match so unless you can repatch that, imma make ya grab my snatch.// |
i neva new 'crack' lyrical 'retardeness' was in 'existence'..
Your 'wack' rhymes are 'harmless' but atleast you got 'persistence'... Your 'defence' has been depleted an your open to 'contamination'.... 'Hence' the 'explanation' of the 'inflamation' you'll be 'facin' afta my ruthless 'interegation'..... You reading in 'amzement' has left you 'complacent' with me standing 'adjacent'...... Makin sure im the last nigga you 'playa hatin' while i beat you to death in granma's little 'basement'....... |
Fuck those big words that your usin, for an uneducated nigga like me it got me in a state of confusion, after all that wack shit heres the conclusion your rhymes are jus noise pollution, heres your solution, check yourself into an institution and diagnose yourself with repeated symptoms of dellusion, call me carnival the way i'm cruisin through these lines, showin you wack cats how to rhyme, witout no beat its ok accapella is jus fine!!!!!!!!!
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Deeni, do you know what the fuck you just said?
If it weren't for ya nationality I would make you give head// Just think 'bout what ya gonna say, okay, now lets find anotha way for you to be gay// To let you know, I hate the alcoholic, just because it's symbolic to the melancholic// Unless you got a good rhyme in tha right mood, don't say nuthin or else you'll be rinsed and reused// You say you write in accapella? You make me feel like a damn arcella// |
that wasn't even close to spittin, It was like vomit
dawg gone it, I'm talkin about your verse man get it gone quick click on edit and erase the shit write I'm sorry and hit submit just admit your shitty style and lack of wit get with it, like you probably do with crack your slippin like your moms horse hair track dudes gay and doesn't want to diss me, probably'd try to kiss me he's in his room right now bumpin britney, I flow unbableivable like ripley's beleive it or not, your whack man I think your a cop undercover tryna stake out my spot, study my lyrics and bite like you do a lot k-dubb, what do ya say bub? wanna battle and drown'd in your own blood? |
Talkin bout deletin verses, your shit was almost as worst as his, you should stick to fondolin lil kids, cuz thats probably the only thing your good at, this aint magic you cant just pull a verse out of a hat, face it your wack, it aint skills that you lack, you jus got no talent, your lyrically challenged, its like your lines lost their balance, their trippin, your time is tickin, you dont wanna play chicken and try to come at me, cuz i'll murder you jus to make your family happy!!!!!
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Yo deenie do you want a beanie?
where tha fuck is ya weenie?// You think you the one who know how ta rhyme, damn that's worse than mine// If anyone was to see ya skill, they would think u just took an ecstacy pill, damn i aint lyin, that shits for rill// You make a rap like your messin' wit a dildo, i make sure to give ya one at my next show, be sure to be tha one in tha front row, although, your prolly too slow to make out wit da dough// Damn my time's up, your lucky dawg that i didn't throw up.// |
deeni's a weenie dawg, and his style is shitsu
don't diss me again cause I'll fuckin hit you he saw my style and was marveled, startled harder than if the bitches car rolled quit sayin you rap cause every ones far from sold rave'n and rantin, to show how small you are all I got to do is start pantsin girls laughin, they'd take a glance'n start gaspin sayin their sorry for your shame, you should go to the doctor get a implant and change your name |
Great, it's tha fuckin watermelon man, dont ya got a betta plan,
you aint gainin no fan, damn Man if i can diss once, i can diss ya twice, this time ill make sure im very precise once i put ya in a elastic device, that would be very nice. What, you sayin you wanna buy my rap? How bout i buy ya a bat and you can stick it up ya ass crack? What? rap, bat, and crack dont rhyme? You must be outta ya mind! Dont fuckin talk shit, if ya got no worth sayin it, god damn your a fuckin nit wit. |
First off how you gonna come off, wit all your wack rhymes, ya'll bitches is soft, i'll fuckin kill both of you for no cost, you both like gettin your salad tossed, i'm the boss of this shit, ya'll niggas is just here to ride my dick, both ya'll niggas is makin me sick, i got mad weapons that i could kill you with, take your pick, if its a gun you know i'm emptyin the clip!!!!!
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oh no he didn't just start talkin bout artillery
that's lamer than stayin with your cheatin spouse like hillary you better re try sir, cause your shit's gettin tossed in my hot flow's like a deep fryer I'm a seller your a buyer, quit tryna sell your flows cause they is way expired your fired, pack up your things and vacate, and your little attempt to diss was way late check mate, this game is finished, your diminished, another dead punk to add to my win list |
(This is for Deenie)
Oh my God, Dog, don't tell me that wuz da best you got... I almost forgot, ya sound like a malfunctioned ro-bot.... Sure i'll pick weapon even tho' your trippin', ill flippin give you a whippin, you diggin? You gonna empty a clip, is that your best trick? Hurry dont go too fast, dont wait for tha clock to go tick, tick, tick. Shut da hell up, i aint got none to say ta you, cept maybe...............moo, moo, moo, yea thats to you foo! |
Tick. Tock. Let The Cock Back Then I Let Your Body Stop//
I'd Tie Bricks To Ankle Just So You Can Have A Deadly Drop// Just Take Your Lyrics And Stop Cuz Who Rhymes Wit Moo Moo// I'd Have A Harder Punch If I Said Your Lyrics Smell Like Poo Poo// Only Time You'd Bling Bling Is If I Left My Diamond Imprint On Ya// Kid's Just Like George I Just Have To Let Him Find The Dubb Ya// |
speak dawg speak, sit down and roll ova,
now i got you owned, so see ya later, nice to know ya, ya punches dont connect you off like disfunctional telephone services, BITCH ya better come correct cause i come with punches that disturb domestic disturbences, cause ima rebel, you look at ya life and the devil, then see me in the reflection of the knife and its beveled. |
HOLD UP..wat the fuck bitch..u aint werth waiting for..
no wins or posts for u anymore..cuz ur hopefully gettin banned.. K's gon wanna even the score..by makin me vote him by demand.. well if so thats the only time u'll get a vote..u got no hope.. lyrics cuttin ur throat..cause my punches are sharp and hard.. u can use my verse as a quote..CUZ U WONT BE GOING FAR.. the only time this fag is gonna be shining is in his avatar.. wearin a superman suit & a star on ur hed is wen u gon be a superstar.. my words are somin u cant translate..cuz u only talk crap.. u gonna stay a flyweight forever..cuz u jus plain wack.. |
i'm not like tha others who use mirrors to rap/
but i will for u so u blind urself, and that's a fact/ so much bling bling, musta cost all ur ching ching/ zany's now a hobo wit no where to go-go and nothin to bring/ he talk's bout superstars like he be a supernova/ but u must be a black hole, u collect otha's raps and say them ova and ova/ |
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