shouldnt be talkin u just freeposted right there...

anyways

DIMENSE

writers block :D u got lucky ima say garbage

workers union, earnin some cash to pay off ur well-fare bills?
fuck you pay me? u only wanna get paid cuz ur anal kills? (..after anal sex..)
take out the I and M it spells D--E--N--S--E im only stretchin the truth..
im hittin ur mom every night like a baseball bein hit by babe ruth
have u dissed someone yet? its not worthy cuz your 0-2
mess wit me, im 1971 ALI, ill make ya eyes go black and blue

You talking about welfare bills, yo you need to work on your skills!
Ali's done and over, he couldnt even beat up a gurl.
I leave you looking for your tooth if if you try to stretch my truth,
Your probably as sweet as the candy thats named after ruth.

What the fuck is dis about day in and day out
all you hear is this shit please jeneric put the mic down and quit
I aint neva heard of candy called ruth and thats the mother fuckin truth!
So its my turn to get dissed next right? well heres a few things ill say to the mic
Yip im from Ireland pround to admit and i am white but i can still spit kinda like em
but not so good and wat the fuck is MC AK talkin bout when he says theres no hood wat the fuck would he no he's probably a rich bitch that owns a gambling casino acting like he from the hood if he wants he can come get more
He's just snapping cause his gurl is a bitch and his mother is a hore

Bobo blade shit sounds like you straight outta a mascarade//
Guess you never heard of a Baby ruth bar, too busy playing with your cascades//
And if you never heard of them niether they fucking colouring pensils//
The type you use when your writing your rhymes with stencils//
Yea you from Ireland, thought you sounded whack//
The only reason your white is because you fell asleep, face down in your crack//
So bobo heres a lesson for you//
Think b4 you spit, cause you seem to be dribbling on your shoe.

lets all take a long hard look at everglade
nigga get yo ass bak to the sandbox n pick up a spade
fuken juvinile raps bout openin doors with the keys
how bout i kick yo door down so u can see sum real G's
seriously, sumthin must be blockin ya vision
have faith dog, u now talkin to the god of your religion
u only rote 6 lines, and this was ya first post
any cat with half a brain can tell u that u toast
ill cook ya ass like i cook crack, infuse u with baking soda
next post, dont boast unless u got the skillz to make the quota

MC AK, this niggas neva seen a gun in his life
He cried fo three days when the snitch stole his wife
He wouldnt shoot one shot to save his momma
This nigga is scared to cause any drama
Aethiest bitch thinks hes god, ran away when he was fightin rod
MC AK? you gotta be kiddin me,
its more like j/k, wouldnt hit shit you see

flow crazy?, your flow is through/
that's prolly why when i look at your battle record, it's O and 2/
your just a loser, your rhymes are nothing super/
quit while your behind kid, your undergoround and i dug your roots up/
to tell the truth, i thought that you should know/
you do flow crazy, and your crazy, thinking you can flow/
so just bow down, i got the crown now/
when it comes to rap, your lost and all the way out of town clown/

The truth, you cant handle that,
It'll hit you harder than a mo'fuckin bat,
You shouldnt rappin ur shits as tight as a whore,
u should just quit ur makin people snore,
This aint no folk lore, its a legend,
cuz i wrote it, it aint that hard to comprehend,
Ur days are numbered, ur lifes almost ova
U should retire, like ur boy Hova

Flow2crazy more like to crazy2flow
Your shits so wack homey i dont know where to begin yo
Talking about about hitting dudes with bats
while in stomping your shit like fukn door mats
Comprehend that? Nah you too busy living in fairytales
In a game of sonic you still follow me like tails
Flow2crazy this one here was for you, think your
bullet proof glass but i can still see through
And yeah i mentioned sonic so what man fuck you.

If your style had anythin, i'd give you some credit/
I'd say you were original, but i done already read it/
Your style is like a rash that shits jus plain annoying/
Don't take me lightly kid, cos I ain't pissin around, toyin/
You're right, your flow's too crazy for me so I'll say this/
"Your a real good rapper", oh wait, I'm jus takin the piss/
I hope you rember this next time im shaggin ya sister/
I kick you in the teeth an u jus look up an call me Mister/

Jeneric your rhymes r shit man
you should think about rhyming for a boy band
you still couldnt do it, N sync will probably come back and leave ur shit split
and whats sonic about ur just raging you couldn't blow flow2crazy out
u are offical beyond any doubt i've been looking at ur rhymes on this site throughout not 1 of them is good sorry if i sound rude but thats the truth bitch please stop relpy to these posts ur waisting your time every1 knows that you cant rhyme

Dude, come on wft was that
It took you all night long just to hit me with that comeback?
I diss yo ass b4 and i'll do it again
Your rhymes are so pussy you probly write them with a pink pen.
Saying i should rep for a boy band then you mention N
Sendind me those faggot pics
Of you dressed up as adam in E-den
Sucker punch you so hard it'll leave your chest bleedin
Bobo Blade so wack every1 in his show leavin
This is the way to your death clown and i let you lead the way in.

Y'all can tell dat Bobo is soft as a wet sponge/
Da only rapper he owns is GHETTO SHIT, but he aint KRS One/
His text record has more zeroes then a Detroit Lions game/
Maybe because when he battles, all his shits da same/
When he was in preschool, his nickname was Little Debbie/
But hes still dishin sweet stuff to niggaz, drivin more then Chevys to levies/
Just like da levy, his raps are weak and dry like a piece of paper/
I'll smack this Irish queer halfway to Australia cuz my rhymes are a sharpened razor/
Good'day mate, is what they say down there, but that shits backwards/
Cuz round my hood I'll turn Bobo Balde's face nerdy like a hacker/
He's New to RB and only on Level One, u aint a lyrical genious/
When your bitch saw my dick she was like "Mysterious Penis"/

Fuck you

It's a riot that you try to be an MC/
you nor any one else here can go against me/
i'll jack you for your ten speed and go to the house to drink some remmy/

u mofos couldnt rhyme if u was shakespears son//
do jeneric and I a favour and f*ucken swallow my gun//
better yet swallow ya pimps cum and get urself knocked up//
then go crying to your mom and admit you f*ucked up//

fuck this shit, new zealand? i guess your the lord of the ring
stickin ya finger in an asshole, for real thats just ya thing
you only wrote 4 lines dog, the thread said write six
maybe u couldnt think, mental block from suckin dicks
see even ya name implys that your fat with no style
u ate biggie smalls outta food, then u both staved for a while
u even caused that nigga to have thoghts thats suicidal
now i hope ya ready to die, cuz im feedin on your denial
sayin FUCK the rapper buddah, go back to smokin crack on new zealand isle

Fuck your shits weaker than your late nana//
u prolly from sum hicktown like alabama//
before you get a chance 2 ansa//
i'd have knocked u out with a rusty spanna//
Dis my fucken country? //
I find that hard pushed//
cos 1 thing I know for sure//
I aint sucking george bush//

Buddha,

This fat fuck lossess waight just from me slappin em/
thats why he came home and skinney and his mom aint understand wat was happenning/
I'll beat Up and take Ur lunch money like Im crazy/
I'll have Ur mom trying to fight U off me like Ur school lunch lady/
Special Fx in Ur sig aint shit just cuz U are/
looking like a fly that died while swimmin under a sonar/

lookin at ya verse, looks like a Hennesy spoof/
can't make a name for yaself, 'cause you 'eyedentdy Proof'/
I said it to you, 'cause you'll be the last to believe it/
took ya months to get a win, you think 'at last an achievement!'/
must peak another language, 'cause this boy challenged with rhyming/
need to refine your lining, 'cause ya punches defined no timing/

De is taking this seriouce, like when heard he first had aids/
U aint double edge, U a broken soldier wit a rusty blade/
Dreaming of getting wins wit Mary J/
My punchlines'll abuse and beat U, Like white people wit slaves/
battle and slaughtering Ur army wit swiftness/
then be ur mom to death for being a murder witness/
fuck fitness, I attack wit lyrical sickness/
thats worst than finding out ur parents made U back when Ur mom was Ur fathers misstress/

EyeDentdy man you need to check yo self/
Tryin to diss Buddha b4, hoping to up your wealth/
Beating him up for lunch money thats kinda funny/
Prooves your still in school
getting rides from your mummy/
Talking about flies dying under sonars/
When you step to an open mic mc's are like "oh hell nah"/
Reping that thugs love you and bieng gansta approved/
When i seen you sucking dick at wallmart
for a fukn discount on your shoes.

nothin unique, you Jeneric as a spread of noobs/
they only rhyme with one line, n still be ahead of you/
BJ's get you dirty, the way you headin foo'/
makin an ill punch, you better off goin to the homeless n sellin food/
you was held back a grade, so you could come back n say/
"I gots more learning" 'cause now you finnaly packin weight/
but don't make tha mistake, thinkin it was a compliment/
after gettin teased in school, you had no friends but condiments/

Dude thinks he's dope
Last week DoubleEdge rolled his own pubes
And died from a toke/
DoubleEdge thinks he has two sides
but when he spits he's always in two minds/
Dissing me but really thinking Damm this dude is d-vine/
This one was simply just to add to my posts
you call me a noob while you singing it in high notes/
If this were a battle id still win hands down no votes.

hi dude, yeh ya rhyme scheme's generic/
I look down on you like you a schizophrenic/
You ain't a challenge for me, you second bottom/
I could clap you from England Nottingham standard/
If you had any sort of creativety i'd hand it to you/
But you less creative and productive than Mr Magoo/
I say it again, "Who the fuck are you!" on the bottom of my shoe/
You ain't an never will be anythin to me, but number two/

Ayo, Ayo, Ayo Check It...

I'll CUT-This-Kid Down-To-Size With Fluent-Riddles...
And Fuck-Terminex,-With My Crown-You'd-Rise About As High As STUART-LITTLE//1

I Leave-His-Record More Then Just Down-For-The-Count...
Cuz When I'm BOXEENG-It's-Best-Your Now Around,
I Throw More Then A 1-2 When I'm PACKING You Down-To-The-Ground//2

1:(His Avy Is STUART From Family Guy...But I Made Him Little And Said Terminex Cuz They Kill Mice And Stuart LITTLE Is The Little Mouse)
2:(His Record Is 1-2, ONE TWO PUNCH!, But Im BOXING Like Rapping A Box...And There Are 6 Sides To A Box Not 1 Or 2!!!And Down To The GROUND...GROUND SHIPPING!!! Dayum)

Lolmao...
Aiight I'm Board...
~One~

EDIT:Explanations

ayo ayo ayo, was sup G
ya rhymes so un-dope u had to explain it to me
i think ya heads cracky ill cook u with baking soda
cuz ya prolly get beat- rhymin backwards with yoda
think you really really shit i do, whats new
this thread was made for dissin faggets just like u
atticus, u shoulda never come out cha attic
your a crack addic, bout to get bust with the semi mattic
but nah, i think dog uve really had enough
this niggas in a panic cuz he knows he aint that tough

wtf was that? talkin of wack..
will edit a verse in in a min..
pz.

Lolmao...
Itsawl Good, Let Him Play Like That...
I Dont Need His Acceptance To Know Where Im At...
Thanks For Backin Me Though...
~One~

Wow man, your style and verse's are cool/
I wish I had that talent, maybe i'll drool/
Fuck that, thats the weakest shit I've ever seen/
To step to me you gon need a magic growin bean/
I have no need like you to explain some weak ass punches/
My style's got all the people in here feedin me like lunches/
You wanna talk about my record? where the fuck is yours?/
At least I can battle, and not jus hide behind closed doors/
To me you are less than nothin, smaller than a decimal/
So I'll lay it out simple, jus incase you're sceptical/
You ain't nothin, your structure jus proves that/
I'm spittin jus to let you know, you got clapped the fuck back/

Lolmao...
Ayo Are You Being Forreal???...
The Topic Is Diss The One Above...
But Now We've Both Returned So Its Sounding More Like Beef Sparking...
But Whatever You Want Homie...
I Just Spit What I Did For Purpose Put Out By The Topic...
~One~

Take a look ass whipe. Your fuckin post is above mine. so I dissed you.
Look before openin that gay ass mouth of yours.

riddle me that shut yo mouf b4 it got shut 4 good // u aint worth this rhyme if u think u from the hood // i give u 1 day then u gettin stabbed or shot down // rem this HellRaZor bac in town // i aint from D-block ... i aint double R // u sure aint a muthafuckin rapstar // bac off if u wanna keep it real with hellz danger // Bware this dawg is full of hate & full of anger // hol up im on the phone // this old dude wanna take yo ass at hiz home //

this boys name suggests that he's a 'Hell'ion/
maybe so, with a verse as 'fucked up' as 'belgium'/
as basic as ya rhyme scheme, still havin trouble with it/
ain't suprised, ya 'experience' don't even get to double digits/
what's with the gangsta shit? sounds like wigga fever/
if you fed ya gun pills, still wouldn't inflict 'trigga' siezures/

fuck'a double edge, i'll kill you wit one poke of the sword...
reputation?........ this fuckin kid is a joke on this board
i wouldnt battle you........ nor give you these lines....
but i logged on the fuckin site, n i was bored at the time.
i'll son you quick cuz i run thru kids, i'm done wit u bitch,
you won once to shit, put buns to ya lips cuz n u ass wen u spit
fuck'a verse, a couple lines hit you twice git u sliced,
shit i'm nice lift ya ice the old school cat this kid is mice
bitch you fight not rich nor bright elevate? your right,
i'll show you shit that you only see on TV tour flights!

u little homo faggot, i think u suck dick
i read the first post then went to the last to rip
this threads gonna go on longer than the energizer bunny
'register' into whatever u want, u still aint making money
no hard feelings on this shit, i just did as i was asked
when im done eatin u up, imma throw u in a hole wit rats

JDOT fake immitation of Big Bruvas JROCK/
Neither of you got what it takes to beat the block/
Fuck the fanny ass faggot comments blowin/
See u in Sacramento slash you down, gat gunnin/
See me pull up beside you with a bat an battle axe/
You know you really done wen u find out you dead through fax/
Sick of these fake tupacs and biggies, more like millli vanillies/
You can't sinc ya lips to me cos my style'll leave ya chilly/
I'm done with you, cos you ain't nothin/
Next time round, try an bring somethin/

im depressed, i read all of that, start to finish was WAK
every line made u sound like u smokin the CRACK
u sayin bring sumthin man? take some of ya own advice
cuz i aint seen nuthin yet, you aint bad ya fuken nice
talkin bout sendin fax's, u prolly work in an office buildin
lyin about the block n the weapons u fuken weildin
spit truth in future, you aint seen no1 in sacromeno
you aint slashin no throats or gat gunnin u fuken homo
let me finish this shit off by remindin u that u wak
stay in ya office buildin n keep smokin the CRACK

Okay, take a look at where I'm from/
Milton Keynes in the United Kingdom/
So glad to hear you already depressed/
Must be all that coke you conceal in ya vest/
You wan't me to spit the truth I can do that all day/
You can't spell, Ya can't read and you an illiterate gay/
I say that cos you seem to be happy in ya room/
Must be that love from Pappy, from 8am till Noon/
I'll bring somethin an so you know I ain't playin/
Watch what you say cos I can hear what u sayin/
Behind my back cos u can't say it to my face/
Give you a taste of what its like to lose space/
Between my hand, and your face/

wat da fuk man wat smokin the crack//
dis faggot thinks he's hott dats a fukin laugh//
dis illiterate nigga thinks he gon make it big//
funny thing is no one listen to his shit//
u a fukin waste of my time u not eve worth me spittin dis here//
how does it feel to get dis my a grl damn u a queer//