this guy's talkin bout structure when his own is plain trashy
you couldnt murder me if i was crippled,tied up,in the backseat
just like ur name is how i'll have u forever
dead cold and silent body floatin down the river
0-3?that shit makes me wanna giggle
and u still talkin trash like u was the shit dude?
u think u'd get a clue,but it seems u must ride the short bus
silly rabbit,tricks are for kids,the rap games for real thugs
the 204?more like 90210
beverly hillbilly everybody say hello to jethro

sorry that was for silentz this ones for vicious 1

vicious?more like a fly stuck in a jar
ur rappin is lame today,try ur luck again 2-morra
it aint ur day to shine,it's mine,i claim da thrown
ur rhymes will never impress me,not even if i was blown
they kinda make me wanna cry,for fucks sake their just that bad
why do people who cant flow try it,do they think its just some fad.

yooo pill boy...why u write shit like that and risk it?
what are u...half canary...half man...i dont know wether to tell ya to shut up....or give ur ass a biscuit!
a tisket...a tasket....after this post....we will have to carry ur whinning bitch ass out in a casket...
ur the one that must think this is a fad...shit i can tell ur new to this shit....cuz ur rymings bad......but hey...really pill boy...its okay....nobody really gives a fuck about what u say anyway....
remember.....this isnt ur day to shine...its mine....dissin people cuz they wrote 4 lines instead of six...bitch...go away...this site donT allow TRicks...
i tell ya what pill boy....go outside...put a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger....cuz i dont like punks....post me a message back bitch...and ill put ur ass in the trunk!

you couldnt blow me away if you was a thick bitch suckin my dick in the wind/
you ryme like an anerexic, nigga your shits that thin/
your not on my level cause im just off the meters/
yes sir mr beaver you'll get done with meat cleavers /
you aint ill if you had skill youd still be laughed at/
the only thing you pass is blunts cause in class i bet you 've been held back/
your grades is below average,so its ok to say that you failed rap/
you just got clapped at, dont react instead just fall back/

beaver got alot to say/ but structure ain't his game/
be talkin static in between each round he's gettin trained/
he takes it like a veteran/ but neva takes a break/
he swallows all he's given/ mommy said to clean his plate/
his wackness got no boundries/ though he claim that he tha shit/
but see him face to face/ an all he asks is WHERE'S THA DICK....

mr bass:

u say i talk static..its called english
u know..AMERICAN TALK/
the same country where bitches like u get outlined with chalk!/
u say wackness/i say stop posting and practice/
dont waist my time/i hate replying to lamers that cant ryme/
get a life/beter yet take the one u got with a knife/..........(please)
ignorant fuck/takes u hours to reply cuz u suck/
hurry up already set up a battle/imma verbally rape u and ride u bare back..fuck the saddle/
stop dissin me with lame shit/its a rap site so make it ryme a bit/
u'll never make it in rap u have no hope/ find a tree and hang ur no rymin white ass with some black rope/
ur brain cant think/it must be broke/ya got no talent bitch ur just a joke/
writting rymes like beaver and cleaver like ya always do/
try ryming my name with something else...or do ya need someone to help u with that too??/
there's no point/ud fuck up thier rymes /ya cant do nothing right/ur always messin up/if u gotta drug test ud piss on ur hand b4 u pissed in the cup/
please take some advice/quit...iam seriose/ya think u can rap but the smell from ur stinky ass gots u deleriose/
what the hell was ur mom thinking when she had u..iam curiose/
ur to stupid to change...ull always be the same/u should crawl back into ur momma's rotten pussy from wich u came/
no crew will ever let u in/ud be an ambarresment to thier name/
its hard to reply to ur post..u suck...even iam ashamed/

p.s have a nice fuckin day mr mc bass aka mc that likes it in the ass

i see this man W talking about this site bad, but the rookie goes to it/
when he flows im like 'constipated' men, i just dont 'give' a 'shit'/
this bitch cant rhyme, it was clear in his rap, but i got confidence and reverence/ he thinks his flow's 'recipe' shows skill, but doesnt have a 'dash' of 'evidence'/ he remembers this, but even retarted kids laugh at him/ its common sense...even 'broken boomerangs' 'come back' at him/
i make your head spin like those toy tops doing fifty/ (mph)
like bad elevators, his flow dont surprise or lift me/

WARLORD:
hommie ur right...i do ryme like a anerixic...and the shit i spit is that thin!/ but if it wasnt for anerixic mc's like me to pick on and battle...U WOULD NEVER WIN!/I though bass was the only idiot on this site..untill u logged in/this is cypher iam suppose to diss u/
id say ur a flamming faggot but beeing the winning bitch u are..id have to give u a tissue!/so i wont call u names...ill pretend u didnt write what u did to me..and tell my self it didnt happen/
u should hook up with mc bass and practic rappin/befor the beaver takes his tail and gives u a good slappin/
ur no warlord/ur a dull sword/a real warlord could keep my attention... ur shit just gets me bored/
1 to the 2 fuck bass...and fuck u too/what u gonna do/tuck ur dick between ur legs a scaaaddooo?/fuck with the beaver u get chewed!/but not swallowed..ur to shitty to eat/id rather naw off ur feet/...and rip off ur leg and hit u with it..and let everyone watch while u get beat/how can the beaver be anerixic?/when iam eatin ur damn feet/

p.s comeback and see me warlord...that was fun!

You battlin him is like a bad dream,
Dosent anybody know what 6 lines mean?
whats your name mean...sir_Mister_Beaver?
You couldnt come hot even if you had a feavor/
you aint gettin none and everyone knows it,
Do everyone a favor and just dont spit///

sir_mr_beaver doesnt mean anything...its what iam a brown furry animal/...nerds dont get out much so u not knowing what a beaver is understanable/
me battling who was a like a bad dream?/why?...did that ryme about warlord tucking his dick between his legs get u so horny u blacked out....woke up...in a cold sweat and scream?/
yo..u are right..iam not getting none/thats why iam on the computer at 2:45 am talken shit and havin fun/
imma kick u in the head bitch ur shit is wack/...u ryme good...its the brain power u lack!/imma go ur no fun/stick a fork up ur ass bitch..your done/

Man Check Out Those Lyrics Your Bar Structure Is Crap...
Like Ja Rule The Way You Flop When You Try To Clap Back
Names Whack.. Kids Proably Never Seen A Beaver In His Life
In Nebraska He Still Wouldn't See Beaver Even If He Had A Wife
Gave Away The Fork So You Better Go And Keep The Knife..
Because Battling Me Its The Only Way YOu Protect Yo Life..

speek e-z?more like u shouldn't speak at all
your rhymes make me wanna bang my head into a brick wall
fuckin kindergarten shit,reminds me of finger painting
i was rhymin what u rhyme about in 3rd grade,ain't that amazing?
u fuckin xzibit washup,why u givin him a bad persona
he's better than u'll ever be,u should idolize jeffrey domer
he fits ur image just well,he's gay,canabalistic,and dead
got a broomstick up his ass,now he's in a 6 foot bed
he was just like you,hell,ur practicly the same person
if i was a director u'd get the part in his movie,keep rehearsin

pillboy d-nasty scarecrow, what the fuck is your name
how bout we call u faggot itll still mean the same
in third grade bitch you wasnt saying no rhymes
your flow earns you no credit, you need me ill cosign
you need 10 lines to say what you should say in six
bang your head in this brick wall a.k.a. my black dick

This cat is weak, rap simplistic, a beatin infant
seems your intent is to heal, battles must be relentless
You clown on names, and clown on game
But what the fuck is you, this faggot needs to be taimed
your lame, un-exusable an un-exceptable rapper
your words of harm, only cause laughter
this aint no joke, lets check the befor and after
your hopes WERE high, now low as u got captured

OUT

-High Class a.k.a Confusion

.....i'm gonna beat this pest without the first line rhyming the rest
Put the mic down son, get back in bed wit ya mum
If we met in the street i'd piss on ya like a bum
Retarded lines like u'rs will get u pinned to the mat
U say ur dicks a wall...cus ya whole area is flat
Teen hoe's pull down ya pants and scream 'where the fucks it at'
Xamine by doctors n u listed as a 1-6 billion stat
5 slugs to ya head, and u still wont get in the body bag
9 lines will do it through as i spell out ya fag ass tag