You got no response..Got happy..Thought you were untouched/
I'll turn you into a game..Get walked all over..Your now double-dutched/
Sayin where you reside from what you thought we cared?/
Thinkin maybe you'd get a call from some bitch that you scared/
With those weak ass lines i just cant see that happen/
Just spit your line to a full house..And your the only one clappin/
Talkin about computers..Usin big words..Then say your not a nerd/
My vocab might not be as high..But you've lost..I thought ya heard/
Hearin others praises..there really just mockin you/
Talkin about you off niggas..Then whats stoppin you/
Come see me anytime and ill prove that's not true/
You might reside from 213 but u cant fuck with 9-7-2/

^nice flow
So ya think cuz your ryhme was...mediocre//
Ya trying to settle for a draw...this ain't no game of poker//
Your vocab might not be as high, but ya really saying Mr. Bounce...,"I'll never be as fly"//
One and only ya got some skillz, but ya have more chances at a win with... a roll of a die//
When I spit I'm not thinking of the words I infuse, I'm only ripping MC's, for some verbal amuse...//
I'm elevating this game, while most I riddle in shame, ignorance is
ya claim, my words are slicing ya viens//
You can't see it happen? Now just think of all the peeps who are laughing//
Your silly for fucking with this, end up on Mr Bouncers dis-list, what's next? from this site your dismissed//
Ya just a flamer from the 972, the home of steers and queers, by the way the latter is you//

Complimentin my flow..Too bad i cant return the favor/
Just like some overchewd gum..You've lost your flavor/
You should nickname my rhymes God..Cause im now your savior/
You come off of no win..So you get this loss to savor/
What were you thinkin comin back..Comin so soft/
I'll off you..Put you in a tomb that'll get raided..Like Lora Croft/
Over 200 posts still a 0-0 record in lyrical clashing/
Want a loss?..I'll pretend your gay..Come see me for the bashing/

Ya wanna battle just set it up, I'll inundate ya and turn ya brain into muck//
You pathetic little fuck, when I verbally bust you're just too stupid to even duck//
I'm spitting at absolute zero degrees, bringing your sub atomic activity down with such ease//
I'm the kalvin factor in the realm of subthermal degrees, ya just a bitch bleeding out his ass on ya knees//
I'm a military deffense professional, rekon and survey where ever I go//
You don't want me to drop these non-conventionals, bombing ya nuclear to atomical//
Disenigrating ya down to your sub particles//
Radiating your fucken tiny testicles//
My centerfuge is ignited and ready to flow, just start up the battle and I'll enter the nuclear code//

(I'm ready any time any place any where any way, audio, text, poetry, mutha fucken sign language or beat production, lets do this shit, ya fucken village idiot)

Using such big words..Bet you can't define half/
I'm like the fat cow in the field..Your the dyin calf/
Talkin bout scientific matters..Im now asleep/
My snores come out rhymin..So i beat you in my sleep/
Wanna see me in front lines?..Ill serve you your first loss/
Because beating me is impossible..Like a carnival's ring toss/

(Go set the shit up then..If you can't compare in Cypher you wont in front lines..But you'll see that soon enough)

Wow Bounce who knew U could rhyme so well dawg/
I guess u had plenty of time to write rhymes when u was fuckin wit them jail hogs/
Ya fat slob, I see why they call ya bounce/
Ya fat ass is fulla gas gettin more bounce to his ounce/
Bounce Diggity soundin all rick-et-y, u gettin all fidg-et-y tryin to guess muh de-liv-ery/
of a bomb, that I left on ya front yard/
Stong enough to blow up ya house and ya bodygaurds/ (Ha Ha)
Then I'm back on muh route to deliver the next/
Packaged marked "X" for B.A.D. R.A.P. and his "Text"/ (Lyrics)

I like this thread..... trash talkin and dope verses............................................ .........

I was the person above you..yet i wasnt dissed/
Like Shaq doin a freethrow..I guess i got missed/
Maybe the real reason is you didn't want humiliation/
You should get a new way to use your mouth..And do oral penetration/
Next time you step up..step out..and step in/
Although if i was in your shoes..I wouldn't want to vs me for a win/
Just like the rest you've proven that your skills are unmatched/
Cause there loose not tight..Like a door thats unhatched/

(spelt loose - lose)

One and Only, Ya Phony Bologna, Idiot/
Tryna fuck wit Ice Who nice wit this gritty shit/
Bitch Talk what ya wann we can get down & Dirty/
Have U feelin this lyrical ass whoopin Until U turn 30/
Jerky, I merk thee and leave ya lyin in yon pool/
Take Thine woman fuck ye bitch, Break thine face over a stool/(Ha Ha)
C'mon dawg I think my point has been made this time/
If ya think's ya can fuck wit it put up on da frontline!!/

You've made the challange..I accept..Ready to lose?/
Your skill comes never..My rhymes come in two's/
See me in front line..I'll do you worse than in here/
I'll run you out of business..Like the MTV show Fear/
Talkin like Shakespear that dont enhance your wordplay/
Go ahead and prove your weak..Get your fifth loss today/
So if your really serious about losing to me/
Make the thread in Front Lines..And we will see/

awww iceberg, an advesary worth talking about//
I'm tired of wasting my structure on one and only'z weak mouth//
Dawg your incoming falls short of it's mark//
and your bite is far less lethal than your bark//
I'm intercepting incoming threats, I greet them w/an explosive effect//
Just another sucessful intercept, ya know I shoot'em down with no regret//
Flipping verbage and diabolical dialect//
shreading through your limited intellect//
Instead of yakking out the side of your neck//
Fire up a jay, and pass that shit up on deck//
I am never taking your threats to be serious//
Instead I think he must be stoned and delerious//
My lo'cal, is here in the heart of the 213
Where we riot for fun, just to take shit for free//
It was never about the treament of Rodney//
We're used to them pig's trying to sweat a G//
So berg if ya know who I be, I'd slow my roll b4 ya get smoked like some tree's//
Or better yet you can mail in your protection fee's//
187 from the mean streets of the 213, address it to dem true fucken Gees//
Ya really wanna see me, I'll be killing the mic this week at the club with a key// (Key Club sunday night on Sunset)
I'll be the the master of ceromony, surrounded by true MC's not ya phoney bolonies//


(I'll leave your name iceberg420 on the guess list, bring up to five people including yourself, I can even get you on the stage between set.s if your ready to rock something other than these cyphers)

U spit first Twirp, Ya ready to get Merked/
Ripped to fuckin pieces Parts layin in the dirt/
This will be my first win my "One and Only"/ (Name of my win)
Just this one time homey I'ma leave ya sad and lonely/
So yeah...........Sure I'll set it up/
Just know before hand, that ya record's gettin fucked/

I wont even waste my time responding to that..Your suppose to diss the person not talk about random things..Post a real diss if you want some..Otherwise ill let someone else take at ya --refering to bounce--