ayo

Your {Sir Cum Stancez} leave Blankz like ya win Column wit {Men Masturbatin} while {Standin}/
I kill at Random, so ONE Man cant escape the killin that im Handin/
Thiz man'z band keepz gettin flipped like lyrical hand standz, thiz Tranz planz to keep Bandz appart to {FOUR} FIT like Grand SLAMZ/
My bulletz will be testin ya Brain capacity if you can withstand a Shell Wound/
until Hellz Doom, ill keep Runnin Across Bitchez like you till my Brailz Broomed/Swept away


quick key style

so played that was like a rap from a packet.. no punches to back-it/
so shit by lookin at-it cant tell whats what.. had to show flow with brackets/
full of it, no fun... threats full of shit so i wont run/
how ya gonna attack with bullets but no gun?/
just a wanna be... i think the game gets to ya head/
tryhard textcee... who spells plurals with a z?/


shit i dunno what the hell im doin... lol... ive gotta leave in like 2 mins for work

peace

One Man Band and One Hairy Hand. From masterbating over many many men.
Try stir shit on a rap Lan. A fan, of the rb local area network.
Diss you systematically like shift work. Code B-rad. Red Alert
Call Nate and ring the alarm, your palm has just been sited.
Hairy and receeding, raps are recited. Now I 'got you all excited' Or
Did someone say steak? You joining RB was your biggest mistake.

Brisbanes biggest bum boy Brad, a sad cunt
If you were 'be'in 'rad'ical I guess I'm bein' blunt
try and smoke me and I'll blow up in your throat
palms? you turn tweezers into fuckin fur coats
Yea I'm australian too but you put us to shame
Make me burn a flag and piss on my own name
Fuck alarms I'll break your arm and ring your neck
Go to cut off your balls but this fucks been de-sexed

Probably got into raps after hearing insane clown pozzie.
How could you call yourself a ozzy. Your a blood sucker, a 'mozzie'
Eatn bats like ozzy.... oz-bourne
Because i will make you burn
Your probably a manwhore from mel-burn (melbourne).
You should learn..
Some respect, before i bust-a-rhyme and break your neck
Got two dildos stuffed up your freck. And your wet and your visssion
Is blurring. Go give a blow job to Steve Erwin


48 posts and your still shit

I been listening to rap since 2pac released a track
and all you listen to is aboriginals ballsacks slap
swingin' back and forwards, four words
SUCK MY DICK BITCH, you heard?
If you would learn to know me you'd know
to toe to toe me would mean you're like Steve-O
A fuckin' jack ass, kiss mine..homo

Ozzy you should quit rapping and go back to Gay porn/
Fuckin with me i'll have you fucked up like Ozzy Ozborne/
you the jackass with a Capitalized J and you ain't knoxville/
but you got dick all in ya town as if you lived in Cocksville/
stop trying to down pills cuzz ya lived life as a fag/
Ya Face is more greasy then Jermaine Jackson Has/

You claim you got skillz they must be transparent...
Im treating you like nothin... like im your foster parent...
I'll give you a chance dawg let me see these skillz...
thinkin you shit fire, at the same time give chillz...
Make up your mind dawg how can you be both....
Strecthin your lines like your penis, hopin for growth...

BLAH, whack.. but I dont care...

first off man i looked at ure verse it had no rhythym or rhyme/
is it to much to ask for somethin that makes sense at least one time/
cause i'm sorry but u know u gotta elevate/
i can merk u for ever until u desentigrate/
i'm like a magician who can make myself levetate/
only my magic is to kill bitches like u, isn't that just great/
u give me the perfect chance to fullfill my mission/
it's funny, i'm screwin ure mom...and still gainin commision/
u better stop rapping and just start to listen/
ure like a dull chain and i'm like one that glistens/
it's over though i've put u into ure place/
like part of ure name chalk u've been erased/

White gold and your lyrics are far to old. Your just trying to fit the 'mould'
Talk about fucking mums, them lines have been long past sold. So elevate or
Stick to porn an masterbate. Do your boy-friends hair and perme-nate. Its great
To c a newb like me on the cypher. But your giving us a bad name,and im no liar
You stink like a tyre on fire. But your not smoking, believe me kid im not joking.
Props for dissing a rhyme implement towards the crime syndicite. They rhyme
Like they are impotent. No strength or direction. No length or erection
This site is democratic like an election. I chose you 2 for a easy mention

B-rads a disgrace to the game, brings rap names shame/
callin others lame, old... when pretty much every verse he stole is the same/
bitten shit ... gets more boring than arithmetic, im surprised no one has ripped the bitch/
i platinum hit every dipshit that steps anywhere close to my big dick/
thats you, wannabe nigga goody two shoes... i aint never seen anyone dickride like you-do/
problem is nobody root you... nobody recruit u either, dissin the syndicate but wheres your crew n leader?/
no one will take u cos u bit-shit... verse so unco its like u proclaim that u did it/
and fuck , so ur a noob.... but do you really have to admit-it?/
ya rhymes are out-there and old, .. and i know you probly out there to show/
that u can outstand some bros... but least use a better name.. "rad" went out years ago/
really ya rap skills are cold.... u got the basics down right... still dont sound tight.. /
u start but dont know what to do then, u know the techs but dont execute'em/
u know it should sound like... you can last word right... but your rhymes lack lack the right cites/

just testin a new flow..

ya sick,no1 wants to get near ya big dick,
the only big dick is you
ya say that rad's raps are cold
yours must be freezin'
your rap was not pleasin'
ya rap was so crap i almost startin' heavin'
ya better be beleavin
that this is me,the supa mc
ya probably no me as r,o double b
im not as good as sum on this sight but u were just not tight
im sorry one man band dont even try
u r the weakest link goodbye

boy your rhyme scheme is confused
so I know you didn't pass english
retarded little punk
how you gon post some shit that aint finished?
Go back to class, learn how to flo
then come back and replace them weak sentences
coz u gots to come correct when u up against verbal menaces
you say other flows are cold when urs is below subzero
I see u up there trying to rap manic
but ur iceberg flow coudn't sink my titanic
My style? bruv, u know you cant manage,
ur some degrees below average ,
but everyone know Furious flows satanic

^^^lol

i keep a gun in my jeans so i'll just flash and pop period-
dunny u'z about "ja rule" size u just "fast" u not "furious"-

Unwritten Hazard//
u bashfull bastard//
they forgot to mention u when they introduced the masters//
u not a threat at all thas why nobody wasted their paper//
subtract digits off ya hand like a pocket calculator//
U ripp dragon I, but what does that say//
Canibus is my n!gga, he's given him a bad name//
I saw ya weak bars and had to post this one up//
the only time u see wet pussy is in ya grandmother's tub//

damn boy... i know you probly didnt mean to do it, but thats just plain stupid/
why the fuck would you diss a vets verse when all you bring is bullshit?/
all there is to it... the chance of finding a mil in a rich bitches purse, that aint spent/
is about the same as finding a line in ya verse that makes sense... can the fucker take hints?/
yo... get out of rap... thats as bluntly as i can put it, it aint for you so why the fuck do you do-it?/
youre a cyber poser... and i bet you when you started to mc you knew-it/
try to spit true shit... but youre verse is full of unbacked facts that contain no punch it turns a good verse wack/
try to pull a fast on us sayin u down with canibus... but ud drop an run if some fuck asked u for proof of that/

still fuckin round with this new style..

Nice to know they still admit retards to the battles//
Boy u sound like u bin out all day fuckin dead cattle//
Fuckin with another nigas style, all the while, all yours does is crackle//
My shit sparkles sho bright you fade to grey behind a midgets tackle//
My methods for makin money come easy wen I battle bitches lilke you//
There ain't nothin to get at cos all that eminates from you is the stank of poo//
Your verses are messed up and barely even rhyme in time to the rhythm//
Treat you like jus another bith that I pimp an up-side they head I hit 'em//
Boy you weak an your rhymes are whack meanin they comprehend the issue//
All you ever do wen u sit down at your computer is grab a hand of cleanex tissues//
You masturbate over my verse wishin you coulda wrote it, but u can't cos u crap//
I'm tellin you this now, because everything I got your ass seems to lack//

riddlemethat, riddle me this... how can a bitch, that by your shit i can tell rides so many dicks/
possibly diss a rapper like me... so many punches none of em hit... it aint simple to miss/
a sample of this, you say i use your verse to wank... but how mnay rappers u suck off to get the verse u got?/
biter... my verses are on porno sites they so hot, playin in the background of the hardcore vids that you watch/
you dont wanna start rappin with-me... poser like you... you aint black, so dont act so philly/
niether am i... but i rap out of love not cos i heard some dope tracks fresh off pac and biggie/
my rhymes deserve a snag and sticky... since kids like you learn off of other guys rhymes/
problem is times changed, back rootwise mcs wrote orginal... look at mine... uniqueness found in the lines/
Every newbie that steps to me, its a matter-of-fact, i splatter-they-clone,-bitin ass/
spit punches that smack, verbal attacks shatter the bones in they back/
I dont lack... its plain as day my rhymes are better... your rap so random... shit gets worse by the letter/
my flow gos smooth my punches bruise no doubt they get-ya... read your verse, then mine... it all comes together

Take a look at your track record the only failure here is you/
I'd wanna spit another verse to mak you feel more of a fool/
You a nobody tryin to step to my flow, so out the door u go/
You a joke, a fool, an inconsistancy who couldn't step toe to toe/
I'm simply better than you, I don't even need to read ya shit/
But I still rip it to bits an feed it to retards havin fits an sit/
You beneath me like ya mom while i'm givin her the sausage surgery/
You a ignorant little bitch who can't meet, hear or even see me/
So sit your ass down back behind your computer you a failure/
Before I reach for my four four my machetti, hair clippers and 9 iron/
I'll lyrically pummel you to death with ease, but thanks for tryin/
Now shut the fuck up and get your ass to diein/

...lol?

''Riddlemethat'', that was wack, you need to quit the rap..
I'll give you a C and correct it.. It looks like you're (C)rap..
27 Posts, My intention is to make you not see twenty-eight..
You beatin me would be rare, like an anorexic with an empty-plate..
My momz always told me to be polite to retards, but your being disrespect~ed..
But I've only been here an hour, and you've already asked me for cyber sex~kid..
Trick, Don't come at the illest, this is a caution..
Not even ya momma love you, you're just a failed abortion..
Reading your rap sent me to sleep, It was like taking a ''sedative''..
I sent your rap application off bitch, and it came back ''NEGATIVE''...

First drop on here. Diss away bitches.

Repping The UK?, Better 'Step-In-A-New-Way',
With The Name 'Bootylicous', Gotta Be Checking - 'Are You Gay?',
Soon Be Throwing Your First Strop, I Mean I Know Its Your 'First Drop',
But Thats The 'Worst Flop', Since The Arrival Of 'Kurd Pop'.

Tight.

so your name is sh@t-a-shot
by the look of your rhyms i think you been on to much pot
you think you're good but you really not
so are u a gurl or a guy it's makin me wonder
you better be careful or u'll be 6 feet under
so are you a whore or a ho
i really want to know
like the wind in the trees you can watch me blow
i say pick it up you're way to slow
when i come thourgh you better lay on the low

yo u new to rb
u can't handle me
i kill u and yo damn family
leave yo brains dangeling
bitch u hopeless
if rappin's all ya got u gonna be homeless

Take a look at ya posts, you newer than me/
Quit the hostility or this'll end up hospitally/
With you in the back of the van on life support/
From bein caught in ya lung with 5 holes I thought/
You'd be more of a challenge wen you was talkin big/
But ya sig signifies you weak like the fonz you die quick/
Take ya ass back to the diner with ya worn out white music/
Cos jus the look of you an ya rhymes got everyone on here fuckin sick/

we all know ya gay and into anal sex
ur the guy who possed for goatse.cx
your spitz are wack and pre-writtin
whick of vanillas ice's lyrics havent you bittin
now riddle me this how wack can you get
replying to this is gonna be ya worst bet

This bitch above me should be underneath,
I could bite his rhymes, without even using teeth,
See i don't need to make no sense, to diss this bitch ass fool,
When he heard the gangsta's talkin, he bought a spanner as a tool,
He knows shit about shit, While i give hit after hit,
Hittin bitch after bitch, Loadin clip after clip,
He could shoot from point blank range, an his dumb ass'd miss

Traxik and Tragic and Tragedy, Disappearing your respect like magic and melody
Im Lath-agic in comedy and we are laughing. Your lyrics need a bath-ing.
Homeless people smell them and say they are passing. Rather starve an fast-en
So listern, elevate and clean up if you ever want to glisten. Roll over u in my Nissan
Ring Kids Help Line, your virginity is missing. Anal cancer in remission
Your personals weren’t dissing. The guy behind you is blissing
I am pissing on and burning you, and your about to peel.
Wind you back down to earth with a rhythmic reel.
Picking on you And you’re so called gangster appeal.
Just another fucking Ali G “keep it weeeal”

when you say "mali...", we all just 'BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'!!!//
treat ya like a 'baby sheep' in a trash compacter and crush 'ewe'//

dude, your more 'weak' than 'seven long days' in a row//
God dont like pussies, theres no 'heaven' where you 'dead' gays will go//

blaze me? you couldnt 'fade me' if you had 'electric clippers'//
your 'crazy', im a 'deranged king' fuckin' eclectic strippers//

this is just a quick freestyle, a 'killing spree' to this lame fake jamie kennedy//
dont forget, you can get 'clipped like bullets and planes do the late, great kennedys'//


(no real beef b rad.)
(viewers- yes this is simple. i just wanted to post up a quick freestyle diss. i had fun and thats all that matters. fuck it though like fuck it though.)

s.v. unbreakable..........big bad c.s.

look at this, looks like we got a villain/
yet wheneva he's attackin peeps like us is just chillin/
to think he could do damage on anyone is danger/
he's like the forest bear and i'm the park ranger/
i got ammo and i'm shootin this gun/
destroyin this villain is honestly just fun/
u don't mess with me cause i'm number 1/
i'll treat u like burnt meat, finished and done/
i look at u and theres no crew behind u/
except that little dick that tried to circumcize u/
ended up missin and dedickemsized u/
realizin why any chick would never like u/
so now i leave u cryin and ready to run/
like a true hero my work here is done/


no hate pzzzzzzzz

fuck that it aint like you number one i alone got less posts than slayer and rippin you like a red headed step son aint the fact hes a newb you had to write that shit its the fact you have to use that as an ending to a wack as spit you like a tranny "lenny to lisa" makin a switch check your shit know who's the bitch!

CPR who do you think you are
i'll stuff you like kareem abdul jabar
your shit is weak
if i was you i'd just take a seat
if we were to spit i doubt you'd take me far
because you'll be laying on your back waiting for someone to give you CPR

Aera shit what ever your name is
Ill just remember you by the lamest
Im like Master P dont make me act a fool
You must be the one who invented being a jerk in middle School.

iight hon i don't kno who you are/but one thing i kno is to be a star your way far/get off the site you're dissin us all/boi what'z wronge did you forget to stand tall/didn't your mom ever tell you '' if you can't say nothin nice don't talk at all''/NO sry forgot your mom waz to buzy f*ckin your uncle tom/god i hate peepz like you walk around sayin that your the f*ckin bomb/boy wat happined we must have shot you off in vietnam/go ahead say somethin back to me/but wat ever you say you'll never be me

Look here Slippa I knows you a fake nigga/
you the type that be hesitate whether to pull the trigga/
yeah thats right I can't stand fake niggas/
I don't know bout u but this nigga bout to kill ya/
I don't give a fuck nigga up here writin 4 bars thinkin its 4 stars/
nigga I'll leave u shuffled like a deck of cards/
man fuck that shit learn to write a verse/
I'm type that'll leave your body slippin in hearse/
You can come back and tell me that shits hurts/
but in this world u really gotta put in some work/
I don't like lazy MC's like Dylan and you/
how the fuck u write 4 bars I can't expect the best out of u/
thats like writin a sentence to a story/
u can't compete wit my style u really bore me/
just get a new hobby like blowin dicks in hotel lobbys/
come back wit condom for a stocking cap and try to stop me

Crushed four bullbars crashin into you from every angle
Stretch your neck and smack your head til its tangled
Like a noodle slash shoelace tied up like a hoodrats bangle
in a loop around a wrist but more twisted, mangled
Last person to talk about boring should be Kraira
Pussy bitch getting beaten, eaten by a bullterria
Freak on a leash n' my beast is hairier
You aint hit puberty but I aint waitin' to burry ya
die a virgin, atleast you got to jerk ya gerkin a few times
bullshit rhymes, homo lines, why I keep from your kinds