Comples Illness this ones for yah ya bitch!

Aight you tryin to diss me wit only 4 lines...
Imma bout ta rip this bitch and rip out yah spine/
so ya back starts to recline....in a way like tha kama sutra/
Yo yah need to practice rap wit ya tutor....see this cat imma nutor/
Yah need to get yo ass off tha computer...this guys juss mediocre/
Imma blaze up leave ya lungs black like a smoker....dissen me look at this joker/
This dude get played like a board game...does anyone even know this name/
COMP...lete reterded homo....Imma rip this shit so u understand, in slow mo/

Come se me wit the fist... dogg ull never fight again
ill fuck up bitch.... like i was just about to do to my FREIND

Now Lil Bitches like ya'll.... should be put away
Put u out like a Cigarette on and ashtray... And now i found out ur gay
u wanna do it bitch ill kill.... ya ass QUick
Now imma call u chili never hot rhymez... and u allways suck dickl

dissin hard hitter(person above me...)
 

:cussing: ColdSteel remember the name
they call u hardhitter cuz u get hit hard an like swallowin thangs
probally a ole fag use ta scene
use tha battle sites ta pick up young boys greeting them dressed up as a queen
i spit lacerations bars scar like belts
ur style's like masturbation u only feelin ur self
i spit the truth the answer take the spit farther than you
u soft i seen shit in baby pampers harder than you
hardhitter or better yet u a limp biscuit
im far from a vet but dont get this shit twisted
every punch i missed it or looked pass it
ur lines are waterd down like a romance book passage
beatin me!...... stop it!!u aint foolin wit this
defeatin me u bettter off playin pocket pool with ur dick!

-ColdSTEEL :shoot:(i dont know why my post jumped over here..but it was aimed at hardhitter) :cussing:

cold steel more like hot shit
wit flies and stank on top of it
get off the boards give it up
oprah has a better chance of doin a sit up
im playin this shit is weak
but i coould beat dis kidd anyday of the week
im killin time and cold steel with out ryhme
even in slow motion this boi waiste time
your new but thats no excuse to be hard
thats why your computer has a perental advisory guard

Truth be told, but really. It's not like you can help it.
We tell you keep it in your head, but you don't wanna be selfish.
Looking at you, you couldn't possibly get any worse.
You so fucking wack, drunk bums wouldn't recycle your verse.
You have alot of nerve telling somebody else to leave the thread.
When we'd see a better improvement with you leaving instead.
Follow my advice here. Don't me see you post again.
Or I'mma have to battle your ass, post first and still win.

I throw punches at dis dude, dat will definitly make ya head hurt...
u talkin like u da best, when u dont even got a record....
And plus u cudnt beat me even if i allowed u to bite....
u make no errors when u type, i can tell u definitly white...
If u think u so nasty go and battle da numba one vet....
I aint even a newbie and u prolly cant beat me yet....
wuts da point in u talkin shit when u cant even back it up....
getcha ass puffed in a mata of seconds, so wuts da point in actin tuff?...

I love doing this shit. Love it to death.
 

Thanks for making this easy. I appreciate the help.
Calling a Jamaican white. You love to embarass yourself.
Don't you pay attention? I don't battle fags like you.
I'm here to have fun. It just so happens I can spell and write, too.
But you can't even get off your one line: "You can beat me, son!"
My lyrics crush feeble minds like yours, and I'm only having fun.
You take this far too seriously, that's why your shit is wack now.
I don't make requests. I order you to lose you rap clown.

ima be nice for now and be easy on you
you have to make your own cause no crew wants you
central conneticuit were the real thugs come from
get the fuck outta here before i woop dat ass son
you beat me in a battle sorry kidd never happen
thats like dame dash rapppen
im talkin to you ryhme and reason
while you text battle i stop you from breathin...
pm me if you serious wanna chance
but this is a handicap match..
cause you aint got no legs and tryin to dance....
hol at cha boi-1-

This kid comes from the bean, well your area matches you.
I'll place a verb in your wackness... cause its what you do.
Judging by your text, you must be friends with Osama Bin Laden.
Because like the twin towers, your wins and loses equal destruction.
My punches'll leave you shaking in fear, leave this pussy calling his record.
..........because these cat's verses are square, like the boxes in checkers.

fuck hardhitter...nigga landin soft shyt
u love rapbattles....but u always getin ur ass kicked

damn trick.....how u gonna diss a newb on tha site
ur record says ur NEARLY tight....but im sayin that you just IGHTE

despite....tha fact that ur repeat urself in your ryhmes
take ur elevation and tymes that a coupla tymes

it woul d take an ocean current to make ur ryhmes flow half as good as myne

December 21st, 1988,
Lets curse the date, his bitch ass mother opened the gate,
I meen, her pussy, and let this son of a bitch escape,
Checkin his profile, he says he likes rape,
My bad, It says sex but I figure rape is the only form he gets.
...What you have a thing for barely dressed men?
Look at 50cent, that poster screams "look at me, im bent!"
Yo dawg, I'm not talkin bout fiddy, Im talkin bout u!
Yeah, I holla'd at cha', boy, now whatcha gonna do?


edit - aimed at LyrikalGladiator

why you wanna try and rap, you dis wit no style
your so weak you had to get your first line from his profile
maybe you was lost in translation along tha grapevine
1st of all, it dont rhyme plus you wrote too many lines
you from tha UK, dont let down your devoted scholars
b4 Killas and gladiators come to snatch your eurodollars

aimed at ALBI

You tha type ta get robbed fa ya killa and won't do shit,in ya pants you do thoe,so I guess you are tha shit.I can smell it on ya text,you pussy through most of ya life period.And ya raps is like text battles,ain't nobody hearin it.And you think I'm fearin it,folks you smokin too much.So what you out tha Chi common sense should tell you suck.And as far as givin a fuck I do,and you can't,I fuck all day while you play wit yo hands.And when you wave at yo fans,you jus lookin in tha mirror.Can-I-bus,ya chick know cause my dick be in her liver.

first of all stucture ya text foo ya aint the best
this guy like a target, bullseye shooting ya chest
can't blaze shit, i say hell ya you suck at this shit
ya punches hit like you's got muscle pain, not even a hit
he cliams claims he is the earthquake, but I got his ass shook.
He couldn't drop hot rhymes, if he fell in love with a poetry book.