Aye yo id love to diss on ur name but i cant even pronounce it/
just follow the bouncin ball cause ima go bounce it/
betch u cant even chief without coughin/
u diss on dude bout a record but whens ur shit droppin?/
and for real u need to change ur habitat/
u cant even write a punchline without usin all caps.

Don't make me attack until youre missin limbs
you can bounce the ball but you can't spit no hymns
and if you try to take shots you be hittin rims
cause your raps just cruddy like some Busted-Tims
It's spliviticus bitch, and i'm just bringin it honest
if you can't understand try hooked on phonics
You rap worth shit so make me a promise
you'll stick to slingin purses to pay for ya chronic
Get outta here bitch, youre just not wanted
Look at the records on this page, I got the only win on it.
OOps I beat you too long, I'll put down the belt
Sorry, when pussies try to diss I can't help myself

hey get off tupacs dick/you probable look at his picture licking ya lips/one hand on da keyboard da other in ya pants getting ready to spit/admit it ya a faget spliviticus/u couldn't get girls to ride u if god turned u into a buss/your a faget guy/just 2 wins u better eat some humble pie/when u read dis in anger youll squint ya eyes/ya fronts just a disguise/you study other peoples lives/ research an revise/maybe youl get wise/ to realize 2 wins doesn't make u da shit just a fly

your lyrics knocked me out that's why i didn't post a hit
i misunderstood you bitch your worse than shit
keep your thought off of spliviticus's dick
you got your hands in your pants watching gay porno flicks
if god made you a bus it'd probly say this
'homosexuals only, we eat dick and swallow piss'
your rhymes are weak like bitches go eat some humble pie
realise you revise a gay playbook of rhymes
if you a bitchslapper you need to fuckin slap yourself
if i ever met your parents i would smack 'em with my belt
matter fact i met your mama, she was on a street corner
some needy faggot in spandex was fucking her for a quarter
i was about to blast 'em both cause they looked so bad
but then your mama turned around and shit, she was your dad

listen up deceit im better than hodini i got all da tricks/i had ya mama licking my nuts while i poked her vagaina lips/wit tooth picks/then we switched to chopsticks/while wewatched bruce lee flicks/she was screaming wa ta wa ta while i nunchuckerd her tits/ya mamas got swollen pussy lips/my sperm marks still on her hips/after i finished wit it 9 months later out of her pussy my son deceit she spit/yes im ya dad ,remember when i put 5 whole potatoes in ya mamas crotch an she spit out a bag of chips/then i peed on them shits/ an u an ya mom ate em like home made tortila chips using shit crumbs between her ass cheeks for dip/an u had shit on ya lip/ wit a got shit moustache smiling saying ya i live like da rich/so deceit before u get mad/just remember youll never be able to out rhyme dear old dad!

yo son why you thinkin this a game/ we can tell you is wack just look at dat name/ boy you is corny/lookin at pictures of yo moms prolly make you horny/sittin round da house lookin at ya pops gettin hard/talkin like you can spit but you ain't been in da be a few weeks/you is still an infant/laughed at da instant/i heard you spit your shit/talkin bout faggots/ain't dat da pot callin da kettle black/and to tell da truth ain't enough room in da wackness emergency center to point out all da shit yo rhymes lack

OK LET'S DANCE BUDDY BOY, I'LL INTRODUCE YA TO MY CUTTY TOY, LOCATED IN MY MOUTH, REPPIN' THAT NY TO THE FULLEST BUT DWELLING IN THE SOUTH, WHOEVER JUST WON THIS BOUT' IS ABOUT TO BE KNOCKED THE %^&# OUT, LIKE POOH IN FRIDAY, MY DAY HAS ARRIVED TO SHOW YOU EMCEES HOW I FRY PLAY, WITH KIDS LIKE YA'LL IN MY FIELD, THIS RAP BE REAL NO FICTION IN MY SKILLS, JUST SILENT KILLS LIKE A MUZZLE'S ON MY THING THAT MAKES YOUR CAP PEELED. WHEN CAN I ADVANCE PASS YOU ROOKIES, CAUSE NOW THAT I'M ON THIS COMPUTER SCREEN A LOT OF YOU CATS WANT TO ACT LIKE 5TH PERIOD AND PLAY HOOKIE, BUT I'M GOD SENT SO I'M BOUND TO CATCH YA, AND ANYTHING YA'LL THROW BACK I'M GUARANTEED TO MATCH YA, AND IF YOU SPIT ANYTHING STUPID BY MISTAKE I MIGHT REACH THROUGH YOUR KEYBOARD AND SMACK YA, DON'T GET MAD BECAUSE YOU LACK THE, ESSENTIAL NECESSITIES TO TOUCH A SORRY ME OR A BETTER ME. COME ON KIDS SMILE BECAUSE THE WAR IS SOON OVER, AND GUESS WHAT FOR REAL THE WAR IS SOON OVER, AND WHILE YA'LL LIGHTING UP AND TIPPING UP I'M STEADY SOBER, AND THIS WORLD ONLY NEEDS ME & MY MIC BECAUSE THREE'S COMPANY AND I'M GETTING MAD LIKE MR. ROPER, SOMETIMES I HOPE FOR A SCOPE TO VIEW YOU FAR FETCH RAPPERS, BECAUSE THE LIGHT WON'T COME ON FOR YOU FAKE GANGSTAS WITH OR WITHOUT A CLAPPER, I'M BACK TO, MY BASIC INSTINCTS, NOW I UNCROSS YOUR LEGS LIKE THE LADY IN THE WHITE DRESS SO WE CAN SEE YOUR TRUE COLORS CAUSE MANY OF YA'LL ARE PINK WITH WHAT YOU THINK WITH, AND IF I DID'NT KNOW ANY BETTER I'LL PROBABLY WINK WITH, MY LEFT EYE, OK LET ME CALM DOWN BECAUSE YA'LL ARE NEW TO THIS AND I DON'T WANT YOU TO SWEAT GUY, AND SINCE I WROTE THIS ONE WITH NO BLUNT I'M GOING TO LET YOU CHUMPS GO BACK AND GET HIGH.

thats a lotta rhymin
waste of timin

get me my man must ave been climbing/
but u no im shining

thats the worst shit i ever heard
stop rapping, cuz you can't rap one word

Shut the fuck up Zuluen, YOU coudlnt rap with 40 lines!!!//
Fuck 40, Ill give u a 100 and ur raps still couldnt be better than mine!//
FUCK EXPLICIT ASSASIN, u cant even spell the word RIGHT!/
I could tie both my hands behin my back and still rape u in a text fight//
And to the person who raps under me, I'll kick your fuckin ass too/
Choke you neck till ur eyes pop out and ur face turns redish blue/

you sound like shit like a bowel movement//
with lines like that how you pay the rent?
flow all bent vocab sounds spent

weaker than a ten year old soft like cotton//
throw you in the garbage cause your words is rotten

A FAGET IN DA CYPHER SOUND DA ALARM BING BONG! BING BONG!BING BONG!ZULUEN'S GOT A PICTURE POSTED OF HS DAD IN A THONG.... OH CHECK OUT DA PICTURE UNDER ILLUSIONIST'S WACK ASS RHYME IT SAYS THUGS( THUGS STAND FOR THE. HERMAPHRODITES. ULTIMATE. GAY. SYNDROME.

aight BITCHSLAPPER was that diss or a compliment cuz atleast from people to you they dont get sperm sediments//callin you self a bitch slapper explains ya name in all//the reas you a "bitch" is cuz u was born with one ball//haha gay sindrome why do u just say "fagrapper"//i bet if u had a chance u would put a camera in the craper LOL that shit was just dumb but oh well

yeah ali1o1 you were right that whole thing was dumb
you aint usually that excited unless you swallowin cum

is this a play ground all i see is little kids//
young fools with no talent like mystah biggs

i think that not having any sex has got your mind all misted
maybe you should smoke a blunt to get your panties untwisted

mrs.biggs, a disgrace to a makaveli face//
change yo av to nelly, cause you predominantly white raced//

whoops i thought this was 2 bar diss.....lol....

emcee abilities, where is your abilities//
sars, aids all that shit, you got the deseace//

zuluen is lookin like he caught up an im speakin boolean
like napolean i take u out at waterloo
neva know what this kat ice'll do
ur whole crew is poo an it doesnt matter
like i said before a white boy gonna end this lil matter
like pitter patter his brain r gonna splatter
done left the room filled wit remains no room fo mo clatter

KiDz Frost, i'll take my Hatz-off, i'll melt you in the summer like tha snowman jack-frost, Back-off, yo raps-soft, melt you with the heat you produce when you Jack-off...

MYSTAHBIGG, MYSTAHBIGG, YOU NEED TO STICK TO SINGING SONS WITH THE ISLEY'S, OR RAIDING 14 YEAR OLD SLEEPOVERS WITH R.KELLEY TO GET THEM OUT THERE NIGHTIES, BECAUSE YOU AIN'T NO REAL MR. BIGGS JUST ASK YOUR WIFEY, WHEN SHE FEEL LIKE PLAYING GAMES & GETTING TICKLED SHE MESS WITH YOU MOST LIKELY, BUT WHEN SHE WANTS THE REAL DEAL & GROWN MEN SHE INVITES ME. HOW DARE YOU TELL ME THAT MY BARS ARE TOO MUCH, BECAUSE I MADE YOUR LITTLE SIS A WHORE WITH A BIG BUTT. NEXT TIME WATCH YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU APPROACH A LYRICAL ASSASIN, BECAUSE MAN AFTER THESE FEW LINES IT'LL BE A MIRACLE IF THEY LET YOU BACK IN. YOUR STATUS IN THIS CLASS OF ELITE PROFESSIONALS IS UNLISTED, BECAUSE THE DAY THAT GOD CALLED US FOR OUR LYRICAL GIFTS YOU PROBABLY MISSED IT, AND SANTA NEVER BROUGHT IT TO YOU FOR CHRISTMAS, AND THE GENIE DECIDED TO SCRATCH IT FROM YOUR WISH LIST. THAT TELLS ME THAT YOU'RE NOT BUILT TO BOX WITH MY TROOP CLOWN, MAYBE AFTER YOU READ THIS YOU'LL BE SMART & RETIRE TO KEEP YOUR DUKES DOWN. AND TO THINK I THOUGHT OF NEVER RETURNING TO THIS SITE, BUT NOW I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER ME EVERYTIME YOU SIT DOWN TO TYPE. MY LENGTH IS MY STRENGTH FOR DROPPING THESE RAW THREADS, AND IF I WAS IN PERSON WITH YOU I'LL SHOW YOU HOW IT FEELS EVERYTIME YOU SPOKE BY POPPING YOUR FOREHEAD, YOU SEE THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL A FREESTYLED TEXT & FOR YOU TO TRY AND STOP MEN YOU GOT TO DRAW LEAD. BOY LET ME STOP PLAYING GAMES WITH YOU AND ENTERTAINING YOUR YOUNG MIND, CAUSE' I'M TIRED OF TELLING UNDER DEVELOPED CATS LIKE YOURSELF THAT I IMPREGNATE THIS HIP HOP WORLD TO SON RHYMES. THINK BEFORE YA ACT NEXT TIME BECAUSE YOU'LL LOSE IN EVERY BATTLE, BEFORE YOU RIDE ON A PONY INTO WAR WITH THE WRONG HORSE SHOES AND A LOOSE SADDLE, YOUR RHYME STYLE IS LIKE SWIMMING UP STREAM WITH NO CANOE AND TWO PADDLES, AND MY SOUND IS OFF THE HUMAN WAVE LENGTH MAKING DOG TAILS WAGGLE. AIIGHT MAN I'M DONE WITH YOU MR. LOSER, THIS TIME I'LL JUST SLAP YA NEXT ROUND I'LL MAKE SURE TO BRUISE YA. CHUMP STOP COUNTING.

IM wrote a novel that bored me to death//
long as hell if it were spoken he'd run outta breath
this guy is like "Longfellow" only short where it counts//
tiny mind tiny dick tiny rhyme tiny bounce.

roux is still here an as queer as "luganis"
ass hole stretched out like someone playin in his anus
its a mission to mars extend for the stars
wit lines like those u cant even spit at bars
thats about "par" cause ur head i bash leave u seein stars
glancin an starin my ryhmes can impair men
dispare them into dissarray utter disdain i procreate
like this kid masterbates cant think strait til his "mind" he has raped

i come through to disable-Gs, who don’t favor-me//
like a dj is how quick I “turn the tables”-B//
no ones the same-as-the- anonmous-one//
no crew, they still aint phasin-the autonomous-son//
with words synonymous-dun check the dictionary//
my bond-with-a-gun is: father-an-son playin pictionary//
when im fightin, always stick-him-where-he, cant take-blows//
when im writin, always sick-an-scary to fake-hos//
your products aint-fat, like you make-clothes, in-fact//
with them 1 inch rhymes how would you get em back in-tact?//
trust me dogg, your fantasy aint gonna happen//
you wont be tappin-janet-jackson while shes wackin-one-of-hanson....

Anon

anonymous i beg that u stay hidden
writin' a four page letter aaliyah?.....forbidden
i mean damn this is just a mess around cypher
no one asked for 12 lines of ur lyric decipher
watch how i put together this very last line..........
ummm........can u at least make sure that ur flows rhyme.........

you about as I.L.L. as chicken soup and ya lyrics kinda droop//
you reat ya self so much i thought you put a s-s-s-s-stutterer on "Loop"

ROUX YOU STEPPED INTO A WORLD OF DESTRUCTION, CAUSE MY LINES ARE LONG LIKE MY COCK WORDS LIKE ERECTIONS AND I'M GONNA LET YOU JACK TO GET ME BUSTING, CHECK THE FONT BRO NO CUSSING, JUST MENTAL ILLUSTRATIONS OF WHY CATS SUCH AS YOURSELF SHOULD REALLY START PUFFING, ON BLUNTS OR SOMETHING, NO FRONTING I CAN TELL BY YOUR TYPING DEMEANOR THAT YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A MUFFIN, MORE LIKE BLUEBERRY AND FAR FROM ENGLISH, BECAUSE I DID'NT UNDERSTAND ONE WORD YOU JUST TYPED SO ARE YOU FROM VENICE, STUNTING AND WANTING TO BE AN AMERICAN MENACE, HOMEBOY AIN'T NO CAIN IN YOU, I BET EVERYBODY ON THIS SITE CAN RAIN ON YOU, I MEAN YOU SMELL LIKE CRAP AND YOUR WORDS PROVED MY POINT THAT THERE'S A STAIN ON YOU, AND FOR YOU TO STEP TO ME LITTLE ROUX WITH SAGGY DRAWS A SHAME ON YOU, AND SINCE YOU DON'T DRINK OR SMOKE IF I WAS YOU WITH SPIT LIKE THAT I'LL PROBABLY BLAME THE BREWS. COME ON KID YOU'RE IN THE WRONG ARENA PLAYING GAMES WITH AN MC THAT'S A MVP, WHEN YOUR STYLE IS MORE LIKE JV YOU'RE NOT READY FOR THE BIG LEAGUE, YOU'RE A SEED TRYING TO GROW AMONGST THESE BIG TREES, A GUST WIND TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH THE ROUGH BREEZE, AN OUNCE OF WEED TRYING TO SELL TO A TRUNK FULL OF WHITE KEYS, MONEY PLEASE YOUR STYLE MAKE CATS SHIVER WHILE I COME THROUGH AND FREEZE, YOU WANNA GRIP A MICROPHONE AND I'M TRYING TO MAKE IT BLEED, YOU SEE YOU'LL NEVER SUCCEED IN THIS RAP THING YOU'LL NEVER COLLECT FEES NO ROYALTIES. I RAP LONG BECAUSE MY POINT OF EXPRESSION IS BROAD, NOW HOMEBOY CHILL OUT SO I CAN GET BACK TO MY JOINT AND CARESSING YOUR BROAD, AND YOU CAN GET BACK ON YOUR KNEES FOR STEPPING TO ME ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS AND MAKING YOUR FINAL CONFESSIONS TO THE LORD. CHUMP!

does this guy realize that this is just a cypher?//
i think his real name is "marathon typer"

Kid can't rhyme, typer, cypher? yo, get ya dick outta Dr.Seuss//
A tendency to be aroused by animals, gettin hard? Coz, Look theres a Moose//

haha just playin man

meadskillz, your whack flow gets you the nickname "Menace"/
the only two people DRILL IN YA GRILL are ME and the DENTIST/

this motherfucker never gets bigger
he's flows are so whack, and he knows my shit is thicker

Im laughin while reading a rhyme from the hound/
must've picked up his verse out tha dirt on tha ground/
this shit that he spits aint music, just sound/
they need to lock your ass back up in tha pound/

I bring pleasure and incite fear/
so its quite clear/
the distance between me and this mic queer/
couldn't be measured in light years/(for example)
my bars are impressive and always lethal/
you battlin me is like Bruce Banner arm wrestlin his alter ego/

incredable schmuck, Shogun Assfuck//
you fresh outta rhymes i guess you shit outta luck
i licke dya like you toos my salad//
silly coward ya words is invalid
you might wanna go take a cold ass shower//
my lyrics hot like Solar Power

roux
 

this gay..oops... GUY above me just can't rap
so many spelling errors, when i read it I collapsed
he thinks he's a gangster but he's never "busted caps" (lol)
but perhaps...with a quick mind relapse
he'll get braces and get rid of all those GAPS//
in between his teeth//
his job at Burger King doesn't cover dental
so he's stuck with a lispe when he says "transcontinental"
he's gone mental...and loony in the brain
somebody tripped the wires in his superficial middle cerebral vein
cuz his style's lame and i'm insane
ROUX likes to chomp on testicular veins

it's pitiful skittles thinks she can flow, plus thinks she's the hardest/
"but perhaps...with a quick mind relapse" shut the fuck up, you're garbage/
rip ya face and the back off your head off and "blow out your brain"/
you got skills, please, the only think colorful about your flow is your name/

ya talk about skittles cause ya fruity ya ryme sounds like riddles
but ya lifes in danger ya might need a rescue ranger ta save ya
ya must have amnesia ya whole crew jus leaves ya
they finally realized if they hang wit you they would be despized
in all the real thugs eyes there is notin left ta say ya jus fuckin gay

ice berg i burn wack cats like you/ ive seen better shit on the bottoms of my shoes/talkin like u hard but aint paid your dues/ill have your head spinnin like the 1's and 2's/this ones for you/but i have no enheuser/so remember lil boy dis a mans cypher/actin all hyper like you got the skills/shit ive seen all u have u aint even got milk/so go sew a quilt w/all your bitch shit/u could empty a whole clip and still couldnt hit this/i hit so hard youll think my fists had fists/and now your names on the top of my rest in piss list

my bad ya'll i fucked up again put that last shit in the wrong spot so again my bad hopefully i get it right aint mean to fuck yall shit up peace