lol....young ass hell....that is so horrible...

First thing, currently is spelled correctly//
So bitch respect me, I'm your fucken mentor//
So rest assure, I leave you dead in Baltimore//
Stupid bitch, looks like hooked on phonics didn't help you//
My spit'll melt you, and oh yeah, it's MERAZH//
The nigga that'll strap the heat to ya back like how you wear your bra's//
Hollow tips blow through ya shit and leave ya body wit bigger holes than straws//
I'm gutta and raw//
I'm sharp ma'fucker, you can call me a saw//
Catch me in WestMoreland, PA when you in the arcade at the mall//
I'll shit on your fucken flows like I was sitten in a stahl//
I have no flaw, your flow was funny so thanks for a good laugh//
Next time, learn how to rip foreal so you won't look like an ass...

Dumb bitch..haha..

Razh

What does this cat know about gats ^, his wack material hurtin, i turned the stat to code red/ stamped a big "rap veto" smack dab on ya fo' head/ "theres more than one way to skin cats" and i'ma chafe ya pussy/ create friction wit fist to face if u still wanna push me/ its gutter and gushy/ minus the "ary" you straight "dick-tion"/ pulped like fiction when these bold flows nuke you like fission/ dash his victory predictions to smithereens, ya dick ryderz on restriction/ case closed end of postion, and jury dismissin/ whack rappin conviction/ aborted mission like ya moms shouldve done on ya conception/ uesd a coat hanger on ya fetus and really "C"-sections/

I'm going to skip Big J and get at maz.... (whatever) that fool
Battling was spelled wrong so go back to school
sorry you can't be my mentor clown
Keep on playin and I'm stomp you into the ground
You can hit me wit shells and u would still be soft
I'll get shot down get up and walk it off
Your name sounds like you ugly u get no girls
Talk bout u looking for nuts so call u squirrel
U clown u probably like Nelly so u wear bandaides
The only way your spit would melt cause u got the aids

hahaha your back and aparrently you didn't get any lessons//
cause your fuckin gay ass rhymes keep makin me guessin//
i don't like maz either but he spits better then you//
go get those rappin lessons cause your spittin is off que//
i'm done with this guy who get his name from dbz//
spit back when you think your better then me//

so this kid from canada/ well fuck the red white leaf/
faggot wishin he was me you're too easy to beat/
flee and retreat, you got bed wetter rhymes you still pee in yo sleep/
your rapbattles respect is gone, i can see them thanking me now/ you like chinese food delivery, im taking your ass out/
i'll beat faggots who got no pull like weak magnets/
eat half of mobb deep so when i fart i reek havoc/
and you're alone now man no one to hug and kiss on/
so u underage, call me r. kelly then, cuz u fucked and pissed on/

i know u like r kelly is that why ur a petafile,
u aint no juvenile, u aint old but u sure as hell seniel,
ur in deniel, mutha fucka,
u aint no rapper u just a sucka,
i shuld gun buck-ya u dont reak no havoc,
fuckin faggot this game fo straight people only u cant have-it,
if u got a piece grab-it, make sure its loaded,
i got mine unfolded i;d give u the mic but u too scared to hold-it,
the game aint meant to be sold so i told-it,
now listen before u start disssin,
fuck with con-proff n u soon ta find yoself missin.

Damn fo' 14 years what ya been rappin/
shit off of nysnc and brittney spears/
man u garbage...retarded the masked faggot got me ending his life/
hes made more bitch moves then me bending his wife/
im'a make u say uncle like scared nieces/
i split more wigs than half price sales on hair pieces/
im taking control of your bitch cause she like chokin on dick/
i can dig wit skully like fox mulder and shit/
signing you aint worth the signatures/
couldnt drop a good bar putting holes in bags of herseys miniatures/
now your ass is rattled peepin my past battles/
i dont just shine on the mic i cast shadows/
trill? off of mj? not jordan but mike like jackson/
im'a stop askin...cuz just like him u like playin wit lil boys/
showing off ya "mike"... end if discussion/

Man my little sister could beat you to death with a feather pillow
youd be better off batin over pictures off justin timberlake
it doesnt take much to realise you are a fake
you just a wanna be gangsta rapper
a self proclamied cracker
you betta sshut ya fucken mouth cause u be taken by the grim rapper
look ahead cause you bout to meet yo maker
fuck with con proof and you bout to get smaked over
you may as well give up now cause this battles over

treach P u aint a real emcee u just a counterfiet,
withdraw all forces cuse its yo time ta retreat,
u aint in no con proof that just me,
so stop tryin ta be, down with-me,
we in 2 different leagues i'm like 50 n u like whitney,
yea houston u like faggots like micheal jackson,
u aint ready fo action, u stand back gaspin,
and stop askin, me fo help u aint no real emcee.

yo im sic off this fag actin like he a gangsta
truth be told he steals all his lyrics from that cat idea
yeah i no that is pretty lo but excuse him hes a queer
watch out or hell steal your lyrics to
lets take this boy back to the zoo
he looks like a fat gorilla
hes just a wanabe town
acts like he come from th ghetto
but he really comes from a small country town
when i hear his lyrics it just make me wanna frown

y is dis wannabe
pretendin 2 b an mc
n where da fuk is QLD
u betta open ur eyes n jus see
dat i iz like eminem n u is like hussain
rollin on da floor coz u in pain
cuz u betta get it ur membrane
that ma rhymes r jus a bit insane
whilst ur rhymes r jus simply lame
wen i run u ova wiv a lyrical train
so fink b4 u dis me 1 more time
fink bout da lyrics u put in ur rhyme

(killa beats)
QLD in australia,
nigga stop rappin cuse u a faliure,
now u need ta concentrate start to mediate,
cuse u aint even heard a the Q-L state,
man i'm tRiLL meanin rough street wise person,
and aint nuthin worse-then, unda-estimatin who u versin,
bitch who u actin gangsta u from UK,
faggot emcee u-gay,
yea in 97 been to blackpool the world's biggest whole,
u aint black u just rubbed yoself with charcoal,
now i solve u easier then a mathematical equation,
what u facin, is beef frm the Q-L nation,
i pack heat any occasion,
stop actin like a nigga u pomey try hard homie

so wat if im white
i'l put up a fight
n b ur weak spot jus like kyptonite
man stop u betta fink twice
b4 replyin coz i'l make u luk like vannila ice
so wat if ur a fag from dwn under
i'l hit ya harder than lightnin or thunder
jus quit da game
cuz i'l put ya name 2 shame
shoot u wiv a gun make u feel the pain
i tear u apart mentally
kik ur ass physicly
n cuz i got skill i'l say ma words lyriccly
man u a wannabe from QLD
which stands 4 queer little dick between u n me

If I had to say...your the better of herbs//
But how you gonna write a verse and forget letters in your words?//
Illiterate or stupid, but theres words he forgets//
But I'm think this faggot must have is own version of the alphabet//
Buck'em in his mouth and neck, shit's just not legibel//
"mc_killabeats"??....nah, more like he's "eatable"//
While I'm more incredible, Razh's styles be mystic//
Taken killabeats', twist it up constrict it, inflict it//
Wit enough pain to keep him restricted//
I'm slick kid, check how I move in my rhyme//
See all the letters in my words?, now your understanden my mind//
You's just another Eminem wannabe, so take ya place in line//
killabeats could be the biggest star in the sky and still wouldn't shine//
I'm ill with a nine//
So be aware for hot clipse out the barrel, cause they'll be burnen ya spine!

Razh

you beat yourself with your own post jackin it, slongs suffecating/ i dont need to "cum hard" this kids "beating himself"/ battelin me on the I-net, im still hurtin ya health/ word after word ya speak you just clownin ya self/ two teks pointeed at ya chest, steel penetrates ya vest/ pathetic...you get no sex ya life meets death, lying on the ground wit no pecks (i blew that shit off)