i'll spit a 6 line diss to mix when im done my homework
hey make a thread in front lines with u v me, and u drop your cypher verse, then i'll drop mine. Young, we can edit before we spit aight?

Yo, aight, lets go
look at yo avatar, and you rep that you part of Da Nati "mix"(^aboveme)
dawg you lookin worse than 8Ball, yet u call yo face collections of "sexy pics"
you reppin baseball, it's probably a white kid with a twisted life in his "society"
homie you pullin pounds twice yo post amount, you cant handle 5 feet "subriety"
man yo spits sound like diva concerts from Lizzie "McGuire"
with those rhymes, it's best u go back to singin like B2K in tha school "quire"

You sure im pure ur raps are whack like kirby
You a dirty slut why don't u just go to the dirby ahahah thats funny and Dope


you see that may be whack but its dope be cause it came out my mouth OWNED..

And dont talk shit get ya hole clique SLIT BITCH.

na i just made a edit to the last line

Integra,fuck wit da mix and you'll get ya dome merked trick
dis rapgame aint fa you so get back to ya homework kid
Bitch,put da mic cause yo lyrics need talent
or is dat just da fact dat you just lyrically challenged
Mayne,it dont even take much for yo ditched linez
cause when I spit rhymes,in six linez,dis bitch mines

Young Mix

nice spit, set up u v me in the Front Lines section since I dont have 20 posts yet. then i'll drop my cypher verse I wrote, and u can drop either one of the two u wrot.

lets be serious nigga,yo, lets go

dawg, your style mimics Guerilla Black, and u want the audience to call that Akon's "ghetto"?
Look at yo muscles nigga, it lookin like a piece of contaminated "jello"
Man you rep yo self in somethin thats not gangsta like the base-ball-"mix"
only way you make punches is from listenin to PBS's "ma-gic-tricks"
the only way your able to wash an "integra" is by grabbin niggas "dicks"
my lyrics come out "sick", Da Nati? No wonder this nigga rocks the 02 "kicks"
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it's 9:52PM here, so yeah, this spit aint the perfect diss, feel real tired.

like chris singing "fat guy in a little coat" in that tommy boy flick
im left to dissin on this kid more than it seems fit
how much your online your prolly still a lil virgian
he posts on cyphers as much as he's jerkin the merkin....<(retarded)
only thing he knows about jerkin as a matter of fact
this cracker's cuttin slices of cheese tryin see his chedder stack

no one really fuckin understands me// except when i say your ass is wack then i got people to defend me// and to rape you ass in a battle is what i intend// see simplicidy is the name of the game// thats how i roll give you pain screamin in Vain// Mental capsity can't Maintain youv'e gone Insane// youve gon crazy your a nut job// you need money so you given out Nut jobs

so ur names Ebonics? another baseball avatar, ahh, i'll diss u when I get back from school.

whoaa.............................................

Yo, check it, lets go
Who you think you foolin reppin the name of "Ebonics"
the way u wrote yo verse sounds like you learnin off of "Hooked-on-Phonics"
Instead of rappin, like Jackie Chan go back to readin off of "cartoon comics"
Da Peg? That city doesnt even have rides rollin with "hydraulics"
Against you, this freestyle battle sounds like a Barney "concert"
Even if you were female, your an embarrasment to lookin at KD "Aubert"
Homie, you only sayin "Ass" in yo "rhymes"? it's online the only "times" where this nigga "cuss"
The best ride you gettin is ridin everyday on the "Magic School Bus"

U spit, but aint Use to me abusing these metaphores brutally/
so I'll slice U In 3, now U only 1:3rd the clown U use to be/
Integra needs to take Allegra or get wet up the second he/she pops its head up/
Even If I left U quadroplegic for life U still wouldnt wanna step up/
Now get up, whipe the dust and blood off Ur bust ass Fubu Gear/
rap Verses seems to be getting shorter this year, thats why are U still here/
U need skills, and this aint the training course to find it, sorry/
Go pick up gardening son, cus this just aint your kind of hobby/

im male, not female

quit freeposting son, learn the rules this aint the place/
I understand Ur a guy now, but u warent always raised that way/
U an ameture, battling still aint why U was molded/
I'll wreck ur whole frame and leave Ur brain rearanged and destorted/
U aint never battle befor homie, Ur micraphones collecting dust/
I hope U kept the reciept, so U can take that Kareoke mic back to Toys R Us/
Im the essence of skill, born to kill like Drill Sargaints/
U might as well hijack a smell tinted bus if U gonna act retarted/
Im the advacate who'll slam shit till he damage it/
wait till U collect Ur thoaghts then blow Ur state of mind on Paint Canvasis/

Damn he got you man

Yo,yo,I dont think you said dat shit on purpose
but how you call him a clown and you da only one at a circus
Damn,Im salty you shittin on his Fubu Gear
cause they probably worth more than da shit dat you do here
Dis bitch isnt a middle weight,you just some shit on da side rap learnin
and his rhymes cant FUCK wit nobodies,so you labeled as a rap VIRGIN
You abusin what?abusin metaphores brutally
nigga you da wackest in dis community,and dat statement is true ta me
Eyedentdy is da da type of emcee dat place modesty way back
Yo ass is one of dem ill rappers? You cant honestly say that
Dis is dissin in black and whtie,call dis a racial duel
and only way you was told "you ill" was on April Fools

Young Mix

the beginnig was tight but then U sort of lost interest in it.

Im the clown? U the one droping make Up on the pavement/
Just to be half as ill as me, Ud put ur life as a down payment/
Ur skill aint nothing new to me, Ur records speaks for its self/
Right now its silents ass fuck, cuz 3 to 7 is just bad for Ur health/
U an ok rapper, But ok means U garbage/
If beef was Ur main goal in this cypher, then U must be starving/
cus nobodys into U, I'm holding Ur only chances of winning for ransom/
Young Mix? Your rapstyles old enough to have a grandson/
cus eversince 98 Iv been on the block reppin/
cus eversince 98 You've been on the block wit 3 to 7, so U who Testing?
This the part in the battle were Ud spit blood, and write Ur verse down/
but Ur IQ's lower then Lorayns Bobbets husbands spearm count/

You aint impression nobody dawg, you just "repeatin yo self"
I can't even rap at my best, cause yo breath smells like u put"grafitti all ova yo self"
now I got you on "stealth" joggin 106 times across the play "park"
look at yo avatar, it sounds like you fail at hijackin six-flags's go-"karts"
dawg you embarrasse yo self in every MC Battle cause of the sound of yo "farts"
You worth as much a bucket of civic parts, it's easy for you to get thrown around like those sharp darts, but all the time u blowin up like those heated "pop tarts"
There nigga, I just exposed your faggot "identity" like wrecked "shopping carts"

Somehow this bitch thinks he's somethin special//
But the only thing special from you is ya rectal//
An if the sex ain't anal, it's 12" in the mouth, oral//
It's oreo like cookie dough, don't ignore me cos i'm informal//
This ain't no poetry recital, I'm here to keep it real//
Go toe to toe with me you gona end up as my meal//
The deal is this, so don't misinterpret an miss as I insist//
This verse consists of a diss directed at you, cos i'm pissed//
Drunk as fuck ready for you to suck my 12"s of cock//
Hard as rock no need for a sock cos you gona swallow my spunk//

Faggit.

Lol............................................... ....................................

riddle me that riddle me this/ riddle me a diss/ your comon sence a lil dismissed/ when you should be playin a fiddle i insist/ cuz you aint good at this Rap verse/ i just hope that you your rapped your worse/ or get off here and to say goodby ill gladly be the first/ cuz when you see me you and your cronies should Dispurse/ now a reall emcee doesn't inpers//ante a gangsta or Battle champ// when your just a battle tramp/ who was the last vote you payed off// just thinki if i was ya manager... your so layed off//

Don't go tryin to riddle me no fiddle you jus shizzle//
You jus caught in the middle I leave ya mouth in dribble//
You claim to give me Nightmares but can't even spell it//
I can't remember no space in there, jus proves you shizit//
Meaning shit, like from the bottom of my shoe you beneath me//
I got nothin to prove to you cos you can't even see me//
You a flea, a bug that I crush cos you can't even start to test//
You fuckin 1-2 under compared to 4-2 up, who you thinks the best?//

Riddlemethat,how dare you continue lyin such
Ill leave dis nigga shirt more red than Hawaiian punch
If punchlines was fishbait,you probly would've caught fewer
but I read yo shit,YEP,you about as wack as I thought you were
As soon as you see Mix name,you try ta quickly act right
and if rap skills was money,you'd be da brokest on dis rap site
You not lyrically inclined,nigga you wack and some
cause yo linez are old enough ta have a grandson

Young Mix

Oh my god its that bitch young mix back with his bag of trix//
Talk about skill? your under by 7-3, man you make me sick//
You're like the midgit of basket ball, the T-rex of boxin drinkin toxins//
The transexual of prostitution drawn to the conclusion your skill is binned//
I leave you in my dust an watch your style turn to rust as I clutch//
The mic in my hand, I'm the paper you're the sand glued to my touch//
Admit you can't get enough of me cos you sit an feel my rush//
But you mean nothin to me, If style were Ice, you'd be black slush//

Yo rhymes are so far away from hip hop,they homesick
Dis nigga gets no girls so he winds up suckin his own dick
Dis guy is 18 and not made no accomplishments
and he has 165 post but neva got one compliment
Ill burn dis herb without even lightin a switch
and I aint in Womens Boxing but best believe Im fightin a bitch
Dis nigga is a punk and we all know dat punks soft
Ill throw you outta window and say you was bouncin from my jumpoff
Fuck 4 wins,you still not even a winner yet
cause remember,you 18 and still rappin on da Internet
When it comes down to it Im da hottest wit a mic
and rappin wit me,you'll get left like da opposite of right

Young Mix

young mix is decent wit his old rhymes//yea right!... his style been out long time//i bet you could catch Dinosaurse spiting that shit// so just take a rest thing your rhymes need a blanket and should just sit// P.S Riddle me that I just had Night MAre like that fo you to fit// now time to get really intence on young mix// yo this kid is a lil yong to be a cronic masterbater// but it hard to stop when his Crews his own instagator// yea i said you ya crew whole way of life it homosexual// how do iknow well i took one year pshycoloigye im intulectaul// well actaully i know cuz i once beat up a transexual// so know i can just tell when this chump squezzes his testical// that he's squeezing to a man or Somtin wit a kack// he may act like a palya but all he wanna mack is a creature wit a sack.

it'll take me a while to drop a 6 again
Im doin 4/6
Dissing riddlemethat

Yo, Yo, Yo, Lets Go
Freestylin aint for you, homie go back to rappin riddles with Dr. "Seuss"
Dawg u lookin like that? You woudn't even make it to be lil kim's "duece"(she's ugly)

Dissing Ebononics
Comon Ebonoics, like Tyrese, all you doin is actin a "fool"
Homie when you "drool", it comin down harder than Money lo gettin punched-out "
"cool" from Ludacris"(get bakc video)

Integra u dont stop dropping, youve dropped like sixty rhymes
Ima prolly have t tell ya as many time as u've droped..n dats like 50 times
Your attemp was perfetic, just let it drop coz you dont ever flow
Youll fall flat coz ya skills r like dead trees...they dont ever grow...
My punches including my structure be entierly massive man
n when ya spit ya stop so many times its like ya in a traffic jam
Ayo ya rhymes aint got no IntEgRa-ty, son you need practice
coz ya rhymes couldnt strike victory if you was a match-stick blllllllahhhhhhhh!!!!!

run away
 

HAHAHAH......it so evil d waay i behead wack cats
can't imagin u call urself a rapper wit a verse like dat
so i guess i got to pull d trigger on u
now its another who don it story like christie agatha
I'm d one know 4 rippin faggots up,
leave em dead wit their dick in hand like this guys avatar
u really don't wanna battle me
d true epitome of a black mc
got ur back on d ropes now u pray 2 b saved by d bell
Knock u out jus enuff 4 u to shine my BLACK ass WELL

Ill bust so many many trix you wont have any moves left
Guess what?..i just read ya starsign n it concludes death
After ive drained ya body minerals son ya figure be soft
y da fuk u talking bout guns coz all youve dun is trigger me off
Whats da point in spitting, its best you be a no show
coz ya rhymes like drained rivers..they got no flow
Lol well at least you got them wack rhymes layed off ya brain
U shoulda stayed off ma lain...thinkin ya bad coz ya played of ma name
Im hyped up now son, n im dead in da mood, if i was u i'd edit ya shoes
this cats from nigeria so he shouldnt be beggin fa raps he should be beggin fa food

Yo check it Lets Go
Comon dawg, you reppin the name of "pieces"
You in Africa man, go back to attendin to your ugly "nieces"
The only pieces u put in is the ones in your gay "puzzles"
Dawg your as flammable to go out like Africa's gas "muzzlers"
Someone look at his face "burns"
They lookin like the size of Utah's tree "ferns"

Damn,lemme try ta give you some tips to inhance you
you wanted to retire but dem linez quit before ya gotta chance to
But since you tried,lemme gone and increase da favor
Now first,you need ta take outta pencil and piece of paper
Numba 1,if you aint hot,dont even make da comment
cause you wack,but yo meanin aint da one as I meant
Numba 2,When you new,ya light so dont think ya heavy whore
or you'll find yo ass in a heavy war dat ya not ready for
Numba 3,You is new,dont try ta be a stunna B
and dont think you at da top when ya way unda me
Numba 4,Kill da man fuckin labeled you tough
and dont say you can do shit dat you not capable of
Now dats it,but keep fuckin wit dis rapgame,Ill make you swallow ten
and heed my words cause I made dese rules,so nigga follow dem

Young Mix

Yo,aight, listen

Like yo profile says dawg your only a "light weight"
3-7? Nigga your worth as much as a piece of "fish bait"
Homie your young soundin like your in the soulmate "mix"
Homie u ain't postin yo "pix" cause your skin lookin like a dung "beetle"
Dawg your penis mimics the length of the pokemon they call "weedle"

Comon man, like the pirate's boat u "sunk", homie u ain't "crunk", your worth rivals headset "junk"

The only gangsta thing u sayin is Knock If U "Buck"

Look nigga,quit rappin,there aint even no punchline fa dat,just quit
you is garbage as shit man.Comeback when you as ill as me man

Not only will you be swallowin ten but you'll be swallowin dicks
and I came up wit rules just fa you so follow em bitch

see,just one bar done killed yo shit---Look again

Stand Back nigga,who you think you can buck wit dumb bitch
when you gon realize dat you just cannot fuck wit Young Mix

man nigga Im thru,quit postin back bitch

Yo, check it, lets go
Dawg you post cartoon gangsta images, and you thinkin you "trill"?
Homie, I've dominated this "thread"! Might as well call me King Of The "hill"
Look at the size of his "head"! It lookin as hideous as Bill "Gates"
Comon man, your in the gangsta spot callin yo homies "sexy schoolmates"
Rappin aint for you man, go back to playin with "anorexy playmates"

Why the hell you named after a car when you haven't yet hit puberty
I bet the only come backs are is what you wanna do to me
I guess it's hard for you to see you aint got hair on ya penis
Hold on what penis? your balls aint even drop yet, JESUS!
All you can do is read this wishin you had a good come back left
Even if you did you'd come weak, come see me when ya got hair on ya chest

ah more spitters, better ones, i'll make a diss Saturday morning. I'm too tired now.