connect the dots nah connect u up 2 connect four,
diss anyoe on the god dam page it like taking money from the poor,
thats all it is com on try at least string a few lines,
cuz u fagets is acting..worse than pantomimes

Pick ya game up son-your losing points through effect,
before i try to give you props u should least do a spell check.
I ignore your claims of thinking you decent your lame-average,
you and me in a battle would simply be RAIN-BATTERAGE.

so sick i spit that shit you can relate to
to pick up shit you leave behind makes me hate you
sloppy emcees post shit bout disease
poppy on my sleave, actors got me yellin please
veteran of war, i been here before
been retired so long this shit aint familiar anymore
but dont mistake me for, a coward or a criminal
if you read between the lines you see my message is subliminal.

PEACE

tryed to spit something we can relate to, yea right!!
When nobody believe you, the net ain't the street life
The reason you postin in the net, ya heat don't blow like closed vents
Think u a big dog moving in, rapverse don't allow pets
Wild bets with mild checks is like foul sex
In my set the 6 rep, cuz a splatted blood ain't no treat
So keep thinking anyone can relate, just mirra the image
You no criminal
An i ain't even use no metaphore to make it subliminal....

you pussy, which means all of your drops is Kotext
you aint in my wieght class,
im super heavy like your mom on a bowflex
you aint nice so im guessing all your wins are from dq's (dq like dairy queen)
ice cream bars,real soft and they sweet its like equal
1 more,
ima bring it hard to you bitch so fuck all the chivalry
guns blast ya,
this g will really have depth(g-dep) like special delivery

he ran-sum when in school getting his ass whippuns,i seen gibbons with more common sense who you kidding,you on some frog leap pad type shit but i bet if you stop and reread and listen you know a ransum is only good if the person still liven,so take heed you a dum fuck, trying to battle wen you homo like larry and chuck, hit the road man or all together just quit rapping, cause you flows aint sticking do me a favor hit the kitchen, grab butter thats the only tyme you cooking ....lmao

i walk wit tha skillz i built

My turn to bless the page, test the sage
Crazy skills having ya tryna guess his age
Im a young gunner but i win more than bronze budda
I love gold like the member but your stuck on that bronze, budda
Your a gone loser, please dont speak too crazy
Cause i'll get you throwned back, and i aint talkin bout the 80s

- Pariah

I got a tip you can have my friend,
add a R.I.P before the dash,
and never post a rap again! - Ok?

Ima let the world know you're a joke,
so you can make every word bold
but your verse will never be worth quotes

No fire but Pariahs a flamer of sorts
in short
hes the sum of the shame of new york!

how could you have a name like that,....its played out
cause what she really said was nothin, cuz my dicks in her mouth
that right, its like i took her mouth and started glueing
4 years, 6 battles, you must have gotten tired of losing
you sintimental dumb fucks need to savor the hugs....cuz
both you new york bitches get eliminated like the flavor of love

u got a deffo problem child, u should be chucked in the river nile
mate i hate u, u dumb bitch, i'll slap dat goofy smile
thinkin ya hard my words crush ya bars, with lyrical scars
ur just a phony retard spittin, technique fuckin pulled ya apart
and ripped ya heart.. my flow pumps through like adeneline
mate got u and ur crew running away on bikes peddelin.
blow ya fuckin empty brain with a pump action shot gun
let ur brains run on the carpet. leave dem ripped sun
u wanted to battle me reacently. but dude u aint decent g
so u keep makin dumb rhymes, and how leathal u wish u could be

Am tired of fake rhyme, a criminal with fake crimes
You in rapverse like imatation of gold the way I rub off ya shyne
Am telling you to forfit ya style probley call on the forces
After dude get shot severial times like a family portrait
You would lose just cuz of ya flow,
cuz like kids with anerixica each bar you forced it
With guns, you claim you can make it rain,
But they never seem to come out like closed foscet
Da problem child,

ur 2 scared to murder. u dont diserve the name
mate u couldnt' flow hard shit, with ur weak brain
all ur rhymes are forced. like ur shittin on a toilet
ur disses dont hit mate, its ashame ya rap ya spoil it
u aint takin the technique on leave ur legs weak
i always get back on a freak, bust ya till u cant speak
walk talk wotever, im bringing weather, stormy clouds
got ya girlfriend horny now everything u say bores me now
n u couldnt murder a fly.. i'll rip u so hard ud only be left wid 1 eye
u step to me u gonna get fried.. burnt to crisp like macdonald frys haha

this cock suckin dude claims he's the prime example
BUT DUDE, YOU CANT EVEN WIN MORE OF YOUR BATTLES
murdah face you,......just aint got it, rappin aint ya thing
the yapping that you bring, ha! you should rather sing
lines of yours are rarely felt......never often
so its a rap like mummy your just layin in a cofin

Listen,
think i cant pass you, u'll get ate like cashchew
you so weak, if a raper was locted there its odviously Bad Newz
online now prick?, then set the battle
been bored for a while,
an you just a retarted child who follow hes shadow
ya flow i swallow like koolaid, why bother with this jerk
if ya flow was in a soda bottle i wouldnt be able to berp

am bored set a battlle or something