This is RB bitch, go back to North Cacalac/
Step up yo skills and come with real battle raps/
Call me out, I'll be like you fuckin, "Cum in a Minute"/
I "Bust Quick" leave you rusted, I'm runin you bitches/
I'll end this one fast, Ain't got time for herbs/
Go to Lyrics.com..............You got some rhymes to learn/

Well let me dismiss this bitch quick, sit'n watch'n him spit lyric after lyric of gay shit. Let's hope ya get the jist-of-this, your rap style is like hit-and-miss, only time peeps want what ya rap is at christmas. You an enygma? Ha Ha, you wish trick. You a clit get'n fucked by everybody's disses. See its Da Vinci and know that this is, your last sentince, i wipe you out of exsistence. Look I and I didint, have to get off this sylabol this bitch. Cause you ain't even worth it.

Lets see if i can paint you a picture so you can Comprehend...
My lyrical Prowess is represented when you Get to the End...
In one big box my force is packaged and delivered...
"Not all that Fragile" read on the side, 'Nuff to give you shivered...
I only need to send one black dot on the mic with my Name...
cuz then you fucking know, Jixi'z here to bring you pain...

Toon is a goon,
The one u like to spoon,
the only way ya rhymes won't fall is if there on the moon
on earth theres too much gravity
all i hear ya saying is bitch dun laugh at me,
Ur so mixed up it's a fuckin catastrophy
got back to school so u can learn what a meta is
fuck go pre so u can learn what a letta is.

u got gunz for ya picturez now u think a nigga scared
my flowz so real u startin to think a nigga there
u really aint no renegade
cuz i heard through da grape vine u been afraid
2-0 record and u still a loser
dont believe me? somebody give me a plane ticcet to Altoona

first off, jixi, if u reply to this rhyme without a legit reason,/
Ill seriously challenge you, 8 posts till you get eaten/
even reading just your two rhymes got me screamin/
not fright, right when i saw em i laughed at how ya schemed em/
i know you were just tryin to get your skills ferocious/
and although im postless i can tell your shit is atrocious/
last word rhymin is definilety not a good way to go/
ya raps trickle, while mine never fail to over"flow"/
ya punches tickle.. like ali, mine always K.O/
Shit, i could kick your ass with one might blow/


Da vinci, u alright, least not as bad as jixi/
but Da one and lil renny, ya rhymes just screamin "diss-me!"/
fuck with-me, i dare-ya? spoonin goons? the fucks wrong-with-ya?/
one-man-band beats ya ass like a drum while playin the har-mon-ica/
"da one" you never should have started rap, u make me laugh/
i could crap, and sit a mic next to it and itd be betta then yo ass.../



Peace

a yo fuck that this dude need help/and if we battled u wouldnt beat me if i handed u my belt/ so u a one man band i belive u need a hand/cuz my flows a eat u whereeva u stand/ boy u useless ill leave u toothless/ and afta u read this i know u gone be a nusense/ like caution um feelin ya rhymes/ i feel sorry for u boy u wanna borrow some lines/ fuck it lets battle since u claim u a soulja/ um bout to 9 eleven yo ass sou know its ova

born to live and you a nigga ready to die
I tote that steal and keep a nigga ready to fly
You talking, but all I do is pistol sparking
I be the reason, late night
Them fuckin dogs be barking
4's be hawking
leave a nigga cold in the garden
You talking bout chicks in your rhymes
but like a trained dog /I can smell the dicks in your lines.
and niggas like you get hit from behind
I'm sick with the nine.
and straighten up lil bitch
U got a twist in your spine

This is Lyrical bitch...Are you only here to cause Net-Beef?
Fuck i wish this was the real world, i'd be knocking u off both feet...
Stop Freeposting in this thread, Fucking stop Posting in the forum...
no on likes you, its not cool to be hated worse than 'Em...
You cant type SHIT to fucking back that ugly ass of yours up...
You must be 30 years older than me, but your still the fucking Pup.

Yo! heres a news flash misses lyrical bitch//
you a prick the truth is you aint lyricaly shit//
you got alot post for being on here for such a short time//
heres a warning to close your eyes before you get past this forth line//
you gotta alot of time on your hands whens the last time you got fucked//
here call this number lyrical bitch i got a dick for you to suck//

# 810-421-3829#

is it just me or do all u bitches worse than me lack intelligence?/
Your irrelevant punches, urgently need some development/
dumbasses.. by the masses... caution:/
go back to the newbie forum take some rap classes/
if your crap-then its understandable for u to not excel in any areas/
but i cant handle some bitch tryin to diss himself.. thats kinda scarin-us/
i mean, what the hell?? and the second verse that hes written../
its so different from his first, anyone would think it was bitten/

latin kitten, knows what im talkin bout... ... he laughed at em/
now im gon run jixi down... ... cos she rapped at em/
hows this crap happen... what feeble minded individual would talk shit like that, i hope u got a home to back to/
her words dont rhyme, they aint in time, caution might lack in evidence but who asked you/
i know its rash-to judge the girl *slash* book by its cover/
but its hard not to, she wrote 3 shit rhymes one after the other/

gambino! my brother! you didnt think id forget-ya?/
sure you dissed jixi, but u really aint much better/
ever concidered reading some good lyrics, cos ya know../
usually the line above relates to the one below/
your all over the place... no good, and you dont know good/
it aint a dope punch to say he sucks dick like a dirty hoe-would/
and it aint none of ya business, talkin bout gettin fucked../
s'not like u have... with ya five word vocab, how gon' pick up?

all of ya = flamed............

peace

Now mostly, I call these people pussy's outta pitty,
But this miss will be dissmed quick by bring'n lyricks that ain't that witty,
"live'n-da-vi-va-loca"'s style, diss dem self's now ain't that shitty,

She try'n ta make fun of someone else who's already posted twice,
This bitch must be tounge tied cause her post was just one big "SYKE"
I didn't call her shit, it was her lyricks that made her out as the dyke,

You got 34 posts and what-to-boot?
On line of mine blow this bitch away like "ha-ha-ha-choo"

one-man-band by means of consequence
like you really got shit to say, one-man-band equals one-man-wit-no-friends
no fuckin’ surprise at all you fuckin’ shit-head
“you must not ‘spit’ unless it’s spat in conformity with what I’ve said”
fuckin’ cocky commercial textbook rapper, originality to you kid, it’s dead

no shit to hit with, shit you spit kid, someone’s already played it
call your style mo’money, one big collaberation
of ‘been there – done that’s, nothing new, 2 hours of damon wayans
“play you like a harmonica” what the fuck are you sayin’?
WOW, I’m impressed, you’ve got the skillz we need to keep on breathen’
Keep it up, 10 posts, and someone gonna get left bleedin’
Only kind of freestyle that needs skeemin’
Is shit that comes from a pad and pen and lotsa readin’

i would tell you flow iz wacc but that might be a compliment
what da fucc are u doin rappin i heard u was a opera kid
and im not gonna tell ya buisness cuz u new to RB(fucc it)
i heard gave head in da bacc of a RV
like Mr.T i pitty da fool who tryed to rap soon as they came
out of ele-men-tary school
so dude stay to ya self
and n-stead of prayin for Iraq u should pray for ya self

Freepostin faggot get a life im serious/
your not gay, but i bet your curious/
read about this guy and get the fuckin picture/
then take this scripture and shove it up your sphinktor/
this is the rap culture and not a phat alter/
your not the fighter your like a black volture/
hovering around youll never land-on-this/
well i sit back and rap with my hand-on-cris/

peace bitch

faggot + your not gay
equals supliah ain't got shit to say
this volture beats your beast ass like voltron
ain't landin' cause your ass way past carrion
presence like the clash of 10,000 cymbols
big fuckin' noise, couldn't outspit 10,000 bimbos
mind spits, suplies this shit 10,000 times less than nimble
and a weeeeeeeeee little dick, 10,000 times less the size of thimble

ok lets start from the beginning if this were a baseball game you wouldn't get past the first inning how many times you gonna write ten thousand in one verse
I thinkin you probally got distracted taking the make up out ur purse
it's ok tho keep trying you'll get it soon after you finish your birthday cake and play witt ur power ranger balloons compared to you i'm the king you probally try to come out with sean john sporting a plastic ring

This dude's from Cali, Probably claims to roll wit fat cash/
And we know he can't slash back, cause he forgot how to backslash/
It's obvious he can't rap, well maybe he might sing/
He's called socialscorpion cause he's known to like Sting/
I'll give you such a scare, It'll make ya words ghost/
No wonder this dude sucks...............This is his first post/

ok enygma lets not get shit confused your the weak ass rapper thats about to get abused
scare me now thats a joke the only person you could scare was casper the friendly ghost
step down little boy this shit is about to get tense you can't even get 2 dimes n a nickle to make 25 cents
you wish you had it like me see the rookie came in and knocked down your whole tree
I step a way for one minute and you get in it to win it but what ever you throw out I'll knock it back down time infinite
By the way your real quick to trash dumb azz doesn't even realize he's using a forward slash
so go on lil kid and if you want some more i'll come back with some new raps and bust out with the encore

im the newest person to hit this fuckin site, but ill be tha last person to hit you before i take you life
make your eyes close shut ill make you go to the light, i make you scared and give you insomnia so your up all night
ill leave you black and blue, batterd and bruised, you dare battel the Kon your bound to lose
my crown with jewls is platinum plated, my reighn on top is poleticly debated
politcly hated, because my styles raw, if you try to spit like me you end up breaking your jaw
my mouth is the gun its about to bust, ill hit you with lyrics youll end up taking the short bus
rushed to the hospital, prosacute me, im a fuckin con ill excape jail thats how im free

if your gonna try and spit it get it right cuz I'll just bounce right back and take the spot light
i'm not tryin to be analyitical but how you gonna bust out a rap and can't spell political
don't lie about your crown you know you got it at ross
bitch I bet you can't even tie your shoes well
let alone escape from a prison cell
you tried to drop your name like you were the hottest cat but your shit was weak
i could write better raps with my eyes closed typing while fallin asleep
all this talk about reigning on top you don't even got enough power to light up a parking lot

speakin of fallin asleep, im crawlin bawlin to peep/
these lyrical unsurtanties ,with grammar deformeties/
using old school Conformity, rap errors are enormity/
Not close to exciting, your rhymes need rewriting--get wit it
you shouldnt be writin you should be biting admit it/

peace biatch

ok look you petty bitch this is the first and last introduction
I almost fell asleep readin ur theatrical production
crawlin bawlin stallin is all your doin come on sentence please
I think this bitch is to busy slobbin knobs on his knees
come on kid I stand out from the rest cuz i'm an original playa not a muthafuckin test
youz a fraudulent playa don't even think you can start this
and everytime you try n dis me it's gonna be a swing and a miss

instead of u bein born yo momz should of had a abortion
instead u was born and you started callin ya self socialscorpion
but really you aint stinging shit so take scorpion off
and sticc to singin bitch i'll shoot and leave a portion of ya ballz
thought i wouldnt send it down ya alley cause you from cali (shiiit!)
full of cripz and bloodz
i'll send u a autograph then send some clipz and slugz

list dumb lil fuck, get ya weak ass back/
ya is full of shit and ya fuckin raps are wack/
matter of fact, it is illegal 4 ya dumb ass 2 post/
just call me a toaster cuz i'm bout 2 make toast/
R you rappin or talkin cuz i cant tell da difference/
get on ya fuckin knees bitch, N ask 4 repentence/
ya girl is a freak, she told me ya problem/
she said its fucked up, but ya tryin to solve em/
it aint my place to tell ya business,, but dis wat she said/
da reason i'm n her bed, cuz ya both produce eggs/

KeepItReal? dawg your style is decrepit/
This dude stole a wack flow and said he gave it back but really kept it/
Go ahead little bitch and cry to mommy, go get your blanky/
I'd literally murder this dude but his family just might thank me/
You cann't rhyme dawg, not to mention you're breathless/
So i'll keep it short and sweet.................like your sexual preference/

damn this little girl tryin to knock me
I 'll drag your bitch ass up those steps in philly like rocky
commin at me with a side line it's time to hand ur freestyle card in and resign
shit you aint no kind of competition since round one i've been on a search and destroy mission over there tryin to cast rocks cuz you out of ammunition
so now that this is over go get my slippers n my cigar like the good lil dog you are
cuz as long as i'm writting posts your just a second class star

u ant shit like rocky mr.t or the scorpin king, i'll have ur head fallin of like ur watchin the ring. and and 7 days later ill call u and hola, come out the tv and pop u like my colla. u'll be so scared u'll shit ur pants, the only smooth motion is in ur hands. u number 2 star out of one, u ammuntion but no gun. i through ur body in the river with rest of the young puns. my guns got more bodys than a bow flex comurtial, and my lyrical killings are contrivertial. get out of cali take a hike, and stop swinging from my dick and swing from a mic.

Disaster Master, Come close meet da Master Blaster...
cuz you aint shit but a faggot in a plain WHITE RAPPER...
talk bout da Cali when sactown does nottin but backdown...
but in detroit we blast anybody..scorpion king shit i still lay da smackdown...
you about to swing from a tree..then get put under six feet deep...
gotcha lookin for answers on how i put rappers to sleep...

ha ha ha! oh my god that'z so dumb! this is gonna be easy.

trade in your mic for a saddle/start to ride horse and bring in the caddle/you mother f*ckin g/ you ain't got sh*t on me/i battle b**ches like you for somethin to do/i'm a mc/your jus' a wannabe/your mad because you wannbe me/the bad thing is i'm only 13/now i'm gonna stop because i'm afraid i'm gonna start to sound gay/but we listen to you so i guess it'z okay/

plz tell me your not over 15 because that crap that you wrote (the person ahead of me)jus' sucks. what'z wronge with your head.

ok...so i wanna be you,well fuck u
oh should i have used a asterix,in this rap ya gonna get ya ass kicked
im gonna kill ya...is that ok kkbug
im so quick off the mark ive already got ya grave dug
i maybe not the best or the sartest but im the worlds best KON-ARTIST
yes u betta stop before u sound but really there ant much more to say
so ill end this with a big FUCK YOU and have a nice day

you think your bad because you live in the world of detroit/u use the f word like it'z expoit/you really can't rap/you need to be slaped/i really did think this was a rap battle board/till you came and wanted an award/ha ha ha you think your a kon-artist/ i bet you haven't done anything to prove it/because you ain't got the wit/to do it/why won't you listen/it's called comprehenion/and this is all about the tension/oh did i forget to mention/ that you if you want to diss someone make sure there not going to diss you back/out

Bug u believe dat dis shit was hot//
Dis flow is bigger den dis nigga own cock//
U must of wrote dis wit one hand cause we all kno u beat yo meat//
My rhymes is hott dey bring nothin but heat//
If u was blind before my rhymes make you see/
If i was gradin u flow i have to give it a d//
At least one line in dere was actually decent//

Dis trick don lost her mind talk to me//
U said dat u was a grl u surely fool me//
All call her out she was to scared to reply//
She kno i would merk her so she ran 2 hide//
She walk around smellin like fish//
Da funny thing is dis bitch got a dick//

did you really go through jr. high/because i'm here to tell you that you jus' might die/i'll take your rhyms and throw them in a stew/it'll start to bubble and there they flew/put a 1 year old and a smart a** together and came up wit you/you came straight from the zoo/i'm gonna get my crew/and there coming after you/you say i smell like fish/have you ever met me/ i don't think so no/you ain't got no flow/or any glow/and the truth is we all know you blow/if i battled you/you would be a no show/if you don't be careful you'll be six feet below/

yo how you gonna rap and blank out every curse
your a weak ass rapper that needs a parental advisory sitcker on every verse
this kid trying to rock it on a playground near the swings
i'd take all of your bitches and cop your rental rings
see this shit's to hot for your eyes to see
you ass couldnt last long being up against me
you can't get thru one round how you gonna do three
every time I hit you were a verse you'd yell out referee


*yo dig up that hole and put urself in it I finished you dyke*

sweet dude you can curse, but at least i dont carry a purse
and thats where you carry your rings your shits not hot in fact i think i got frostbite, your goin down and the time is tonight
my ass is still lastin i know whos gettin bust
i dug up that whole but its you thats fussin have fun with this rhyme dont bother tryin just sit and lust

what hell is a yeti
im betting that you cant even spell confetti
if you dont carry a purse then where you put your makeup
i was with your mom on friday and i found she wears a c cup
i'll warm you right up with a bullet straight to the chest
i know im not much but just wait heres tha best
i dont remember the last time i saw you with a chick
so i think i speak for everyone saying you can go eat a dick

Hey man
 

yah hearin those one sylabol rhymes/
and those lines that have been said like a million times/
I cant hear it, i wont hear it/
its like your driving a boat and cant stear it/
your makin me sea sick i just wanna puke/
but them i realize your a yokohanna fluke/
(fat sumo wrestler (BIG))

peace goof

Dont even let me start off your an idiot duke
I pity your crew,
talk about his lines but your rhymes are 1 syllable too
your the only rapper on the voard with a post count higher than his IQ
youd be inspired to get a vote
diminish your feeble hopes
when everyone realizes your skill is just a hoax