mhmm lets call dis 1 check mate
im tired of rippin dez niggs give up 4 god's sake
im a send u 2 jesus soo dah church wont hav no1 2 wake
im invincible u dump ass fool
ur vocabulary sux u probably think dat mean invisible
im spiitin flames
u like a fukin bitch wit hot mouth,u give hot brains
nigga u must b insane n dah membrain
u lil wild right now diss puppy i got tamed
im dissin him n i dont even kno his name
Sin-Scere u dont want 2 mess wit him
u say u a grown man but dawg lyrically im older than ur children's children
dont spit at mi neva again
if u cant write fire give mi dah pen

I told son i'll dump u n a bin
he looked at mi n grind
he dah christian type,he said killin iz a sin
i said i dont care K-M
he soo delarious he wasent aware wen dah revolver spin
i started bussin at his head n chin
he was left n dah blood pool 2 swin
fuk im dun wit him
i stomp u unda mah feet wit mah tims
u''ll git beat up lyrically,im stocky u slim
i dont expect 2 hear from u again
little tim


ezzzzzzz nigga wat u hav 2 cum bac at dat Cant Murder mi

let me uppin the flames a bit....


time to murder... with my rhymes i serve ya... my lyrical lines with hurt ya... i'll leave u faceless bitch/
elevate a bit...watch me demonstrate this....created diss....that will leave u fadin in the wind/
im violent like ultraviolet rip threw tyrants like u man/
this pirate will leave u threw man my flow detonates while yours is a cooling fan/
i'll leave u with a loose tooth call me the evil dentist/
then i'll brusie u and i wont even splint the fracture on this patient/
i'll just let the discoloration stay in turning into gane green/
like a trojan i'll infect into your hard drive and erase your circuits of rhyming/
i'll send u to a butcher to show u how i chop up this beef/
u a homo so the only beef u like is tube steak.....u quick to drop on your knees/
like shinobi warriors loyal to japanese shoguns.... i'll stab u with a sword in my path/
u a problem like trigonometry and i'll divide u in half like math/
its so sad that these wack punks come in and start running mouths/
i'll treat u like Nato do insurgency and gun ya down/
so watch out cause lyrically im advance while u stay basic and simple/
i lay hits and i blaze fist u better not say a diss or be left cripple/
i'll surround u on your own territory like indian tribes did general custer/
then like compactors in trash bends i'll crush ya... lyrics like bubonic plague struck you/
im worst than the red death and the pendulen.... by a clock sharp to cut at your skin/
compare my rhymes to stomach acid ....cause its a must that they burn your lips/
in order to shut u up for good stop coming with the hard act/
this isn't a hollywood movie script be real ...and no u not large with facts/
im stronger than 400 gladiators fighting barbarians in german wood areas/
so change your decision to fuck with me... or feel the fever upon u like malaria/


trust me im just warming up....~1~....

wait i got a little more.....


sin-sere u not ready for sharp machettis to insert in your abdomen/
u a flamer liking homo action from ass on men/
i'll leave u cold and frozen like carcus meat in refrigerators/
im the emcee annihlator choke u in the air by your neck like darth vadar/
u just a little worm fuckin with a vulture scavanger i hunt for the prey/
so like scared deer running from car lights u better stay out my way/
i'll treat u like sidewalks/ cross walks and walk steps all over you/
cause u not a soldier its true that im bolder than you/
u wouldn't know how to be on top cause u fall off every cliff/
while me i run threw hills while u stall and cough holding your chest/
u could were a protective vest but it still wont stop my lyrical penetration/
cause when i get under your skin its like germs ruinning your immune system/
be glad that im just tossin words having a little fun a bit/
but i could take this serious and pull all my stunts kid/


lol ~1~ :shoot:

oh my god it's incredible wen rappers in they rectobate mind
dey thinkin dey dah shyt even sayin deh 1 of a kind
Diss aint a card game fam, but mi i dethrown kingz like a hired hitman
diss iz as easy as 1 2 3
shut dah fuk up pussy u cant beat mi
how dah hell can pussy beat dik man plezz
but watch peeps how dis dik gone beat dis pussy
i'll beat him up wit mah uzi
i told son lyrically u cant push mi
u like hott food u need 2 kool down b
im crazy i rap rymes from A to Z
mah aim's so acurate wit dah ak i leave niggaz wit acupuncture's
By dah way by time u figger im beatin u dawg u already blown away
diss was like a swords fight he said on guard i said tuchay
Fuk diss ryhming clout,i fuk u up den run n up ur mama's house
U kno wiff dah fukin shotty out
dat bitch a snitch so i put mah gun in her mouth
just so she couldnt holla out
but listen punk fuk diss rap stuff reach mah hood a bet u git shot up
how dare u roll up wit ur shine out
u didnt grind in diss hood,u act gangsta but i hav mah doubt's
U a trick u bitch u a snitch u a fake
fuk u kid right now im dah lion n u dah stake
but he's like a swift snake, he movin so sneaky u cant hear dah sounds dat he make
but im dah mangoos ur life i will take
im confused,he keep letting out weak lines i think he got a blown fuse
I think it's beacuse of summ of dah hard words i used
naww i dont leave niggaz bruise i blow u off dah thrown right out ur shoes



Bitch how much timez do i hav 2 defeat u b4 u realize im 2 good

Sin-Cere? Never heard of this queer, but I'mma knock his face in.
Fuck it, I'm takin this 'Sin' away like I went to Reconciliation.
Nigga I'm a mastermind & you gettin' whooped like I was yo father.
Comin in a cypher weak dude, you be lookin at my feet like a foot doctor.

Nuff said.

lol......this to sin-sere



first of all your punches are off scale like the misspell of your words/
learn how to spell and read go back to preschool and learn/
sounds like u mad right now stop the net thug act and be real/
your bars are like acne pimples on faces messy....and i dont see skills/
if u weren't illiterate then maybe u could beat me/
but your brain is a vegetable so believe me... competing against me for u is stupidity/
u claim u real with rhymes.....u cant even pronounce the words u try to write/
i could put my arms behind me locked with cuffs... and still beat u in a fight/
dont care what hood u from u only talkin shit cause u on the net/
but i bet if i ran up on your set... you'd piss on your self scared shitless/
im the hannibal lector of freestyle beat u down till your shoulders dislocate/
u better develop faith... cause when i awake... death will be your fate/
who u defeating not me its just a fantasy u make in dreams/
u a fake to me...and i hate to see weaklings like u try to counterattack me/
snipe u out from balcany like if this was a game of splinter cell/
i send souls to there place u a sinner sent to hell/
the fact is your repetative raps are wack become literate with education/
then you'd probably have a chance at a win with a celebration/
i spit the sick shit sicker than inflammatory diseases effecting livers/
treat your rhymes like a lobster and shrimp plate meal... the way i eat em for dinner/
i'll put a phone cord into your mind... hoping to connect some truth into u/
cause your skills are like obeast people trying to be healthy....u need to improve/
u at the bottem of the food chain while like skeelo im on top of the stairs/
your drops flop and seem scarce u cant scar nor can u compare/
like having no sperm in testicles... your flows insufficient and wont satisfy/
beware that im on the rise to treat u like human experiments.... till u fall to your demise/

Aha, fuck outta here bitch now your just pressing my nerve
read a few grammer concepts and learn how to use a verb
absurb man this fucking coward thinks he's on another level
But i'll just help him reach to the top in my tower of terror
error, wait a minute this kids plain wack to the straight fact
but i'll have to son him old school, with a wack to the ass.

Hold up bicthes wait in line
alot of niggaz want 2 git at mi but im da devil in diquise
all u niggaz lines u need 2 revise
he soo far from dah ghetto,u couldnt si dah hood if u had sniper scope 4 eyez
tell mi y ya'll fear Sin-Scere so much
iz it dat he in dah driver seat steppin on da clutch
im soo tired i feel like im battlin everybody
I respected K-M b4 but iz rhymes sound like he tryin 2 tell a story
be4 u git 2 ur point dawg u alredy bore mi
im filthy muh fukas im from dah slums
i bet if u ask half dah peeps n here how much dey gettin out their grind they'll reply nun
but i anit madd
im actually happy,y dah fuk would i b madd
y git madd wen i can send u 2 pappy raped in a glad bag
u say u fuk niggaz up.i guess u a fag
stop wit all dis fake talk bout yah i'll empty mah mag
im soo great
i make all of em cross their fingas n wait
just readin mah linez,i determine their fate
ya'll r migits n im dah giant starting dezz earthquake's
yah i make dah earthshake
naww fat muthafucka im not talkin a milk shake
u need 2 focus
because if u dont watch mi closely u be stearin at dah barrel of mah toastas

EZZZZZZ I Sin-Scerely Appologize 4 dissin yall im just doin mah thing niggaz dont hate

ya keys are shit, nobody alive wants to see you spit
so i'm bein 'SIN-SCERE'... when i say you need to quit!
dis chump suck, don't let these dudes get u pumped up
cuz ya rhyme scheme and verse structure is fucked up
shut the fuck up, don't even say a word to somebody
it's funny, yo wack ass think u really merkin somebody!
I call you a 'NOBODY', cuz u ain't worth a 'somebody'
u never writin, you prolly stole that verse from somebody!
u wack with bars, and u broke, u still jackin dawg?
the closest you got to 'BLING BLING' is your avatar

lol...another one to sin-sere


yeah im tellin a story of this wack guys life/
with every strike i bring when i write....its close to seeing u cry in site/
dont even know why im wasting time with this rookie of the year/
cause i played ghost of white noise and took sin to fear/
u dont spray bullets to end foes/
the only time u spray anything is with glass cleaner on mirrors and windows/
and the only barral u hold is the shit that holds middle eastern oil/
and your written raps fold and crumble easier than aluminem foil/
u dont got mags(magazines) to empty.... just a whole lot of rainbow pornography to read/
and u dont shake the earth....just your ass when its sittin on sausage meat/
u dont toast anything but bread and butter for your morning breakfast/
so dont talk about guns u dont carry one u stay defenseless/

all right thats it im done....~1~

now im dissing artistic

first post on the site i see so its time for the hazing/
take u threw the rugged basic training.... your eyes better not be raining/
have u in pain g from the intensity of the verse i create to brawl/
talkin bout u got masterpiece like leonardo de vinci...but i see none at all/
i'll break a record from your beat machine on your head then leave u bleeding/
a classic attack obseen it be more classic than your beats be/
putting down a diss on your first post wasn't a concept so smart/
and dissin sin-queer wont get u anywhere u know he dont go hard/
i'll put u threw the test like taking the asvab to pull out your real skills/
u better show me the real deal something sick that will make one feel ill/
till then u just another herb on the list i smoke quick/
i'll put an obstruction down your throat....just to have u choke when u read this diss/


~1~

Nice K-M respect yo- "dont even know why im wasting time with this rookie of the year/
cause i played ghost of white noise and took sin to fear/"

But listen b4 son started spittin.........
Mah crazy rhymes already dismiss him
im a man n dis battling children....
dey would call dis shyt assault
but critiq's diss shyt aint mah fault
but 4 real tho dez niggaz older than mi
i aint lying i kno i sound mature lyrically
diss right now iz like Freddy vs Jason
Y would Sin be scared of u wen im cousins wit satan
it's obvious diss battle iz just time wastin
because onli in his dreams he could beat mi
but right here right now jason just chopped u up lyrically
dawg i havent even got warmed up yet,n u already using ur best
it's obvious 2 erbody u aint a threat
sit down son dont type summ u gone regret
but ight ya'll listen dawg lets make a bet
but by time wi done battlin he gone hav no money left
K-M y u like talkin bout thingz u neva will do
ur rhymes stink,could b compared 2 doo doo
im doin mi so dawg do u..............
i wasent talkin physically doin u
u damn fool
u dont rap on tracks.u just stand n droll
bet afta diss he gone run home n say mom sin-scere gave mi a boo boo
dawg u rhymes soo frezzin cold i think u got dah flu
soo b4 im done here im a hand u a tissue.................


PCE i got respect 4 u homey. W i can go wit diss 4 eva i neva run out of real shyt 2 spit ight git at mi No Backin Down.... Sin-Scere

How the fuk artistic git in diss
Dis grown people shit kid u dismissed
u a dumb bitch..........
how dare u battle dah best, oh u didnt kno this
slap u n dah face u damn liar
b4 he send his second post i a make him retire
go to church homey go join a choir
i looked at him n said liar liar pants on fire
quit rapp,Mikkey D's lookin 4 summ 1 2 hire

EZZZZZZZ KID Run Along bitch