look at your record 1 -3/
and yet u still think u can compete wit me/
Ozzy take this as a lesson not as a diss/
my real name's Chris but I've got no alias/
Ozzy what a punkass name/
what are u a osborune or a costume/
don't diss me no more wit your fakeass fame/
you playin games while I'm playin for keeps/
get the fuck off the forum and sweep some fuckin streets

Battle me n take the tally to two to three Christie
Beat you so bad it'll make the next bitch bleed
Like virgin Mary when I popped her perfect cherry
Father of Jesus, pray to me I'm G-O-D
little faith n you'd a been born with a penis homie
unlike you're parents ya bound to spend forever lonely
Not a 'costume'... you'd put me on along with perfume
Run to the gay clubs poppin' extacy with valliums
Wake up with a raped ass smiling about the value
Cheap ass hoe, make breakfast and get the vacuum

bitch shutup you aint G-O-D you G-A-Y and it probably runs in the family/
talkin bout raped asses you would probably know/
your concept for life is to get money you have to be a ho/
half your shit dont rhyme not includin your fucked flow/
ozzy let me give you a tip do somthin your good at like assist and blow/

Only way you get a vote is if you have a D/R
You choke on your own rhymes, time to give you CPR
I keep hittin and spittin, cause I'm pissin on your shitty writtens
Let me be the first to tell you, if you win it'll be by luck
Cause my god CPR man you suck

Oh just great, look who I'm dissin again
I'll spit so loud you'll feel it in your limb
You can read english right, your vision ain't dim?
Hey one day we should battle.. in a gym
With a gay guy checkin you out, named Jim
If he looked at me, I'd run and claim I win

damn wat happened to da cyper
we need to get rid of des whack bitches so it'll be hyper
dis muthafuka named krez is 1-4
and he think he doin good ill kick you out da door
you can tell dese bitches is new
im not just talkin but jrad i talk bout da 3 of you
yo rhymes is so whack it make me sick
i threw one punch and da 3 of you got hit

it looks like ur 2 easy to get sick
ur a girl so no wonder ur rhymes sound like a chick flick
stop wasting ur time, peep the words of mine
ur strongest line sounds like a typical bitch whine
just wait for ur wedding, or for your wedding ring
cuz that might be the only bling bling
u will ever have so diss me if you can
and my advice is for you to work on your tan
this aint no shopping mall so please stall
it's better than breaking ur nail after I cause your fall

this kid comes to battles wit gloves to try to fight nice...
...he gambles when he battles,thats why he rollin wit white dice
this guy fucks wit arabian knights to earn labels...
...then got the whack avy,cuz its the only way he could turn tables

ehh^

ehh^ quick key******* but yea.......someone diss me

much oblidged, to have this kid scared-to-death/
like a upside-down cross, i'll reverse the meaning of bless//
with a lyrical-casturation, i'll leave you subliminal-blasts/
in the era of the criminal, you sweating more pounds off then slim-fast//
as a lawyer of rap, i open-n-close this case/
spray mase in ya face, tie strings on you, and play you like tapes//
you think im done wit dis lame? na,, im just beggening by faultin his frame///
you couldnt be hot if you fell in a puddle of lava/
rhymes weak like placid penises, and to slow to compete in java (text)//
to bad ya lit-er-acy, is so far under my beat, you see?/
this tight lil verse that i spit, you might not be able to read//

holy shit that was verse was "ill".. man that bitch was killin it/
nah im serious, must be "sick" or somethin cos this dill spittin shit/
flow was holy... truthfully... there was holes in the whole-thing/
all the cat does is rap with hyphens... miness the multis/
pre written and bitten... "dribbles" as the *original* mc rehearses/
worthless... hoops no doubt "double dunks" to steal his verses/
i spit curses... im on top-a-this, i rock the shit, he makes fake promises/
confident, talkin bout knockin kids... man youll be scared when you catch my carcophygus/
spittin from beyond-of-this world, not only hot on the mic im hot with the girls/

shit i gotta go... im gonna have to stop there...

peace

You dont want to fuck with Slippa cause i spit from coast to coast
Yo mom f***in niggas older than ya posts

Like 2 pac i aint no killa so dont push me
Dont blame all the boys cause yo favorite food is pussy

mY scope lock and load matter of fact it is stareing
my heat take out ya meat and make yo digestive system a vegatarin

Ouch
 

Slippa you need to slow down, your lookin like a clown,
stop fallin on ur face, man you couldnt put shit to disgrace,
you keep on fallin like MJ, but im brand new so get outta my way,
im the best like kanye west, and i aint goin nowhere anytime soon,
so slip put on some super glue, or maybe you should tie ur shoe,
but im sorry bitch, there isnt any hope for you

man once again, im put up against soft noobs/
i thought i made it clear, to never compete against hoops//
more punches than a glove allows, mo' beef than inside of cows, ill have you flying to iraq wit no bonus miles/
you aint nice and ya style is completly incoherent/
if i had a say it in my text, then its written and its legend//
peep the flow, cause im tellin you, its impecca-ble/
iam DNA transplant, in ya skin and infectin fools//
my thoughts are these: you cant win, not with a mental limit like you have/
you might as well be babysittin, cause them goo-goo lines aint savin sheht//

Kid, My Punchlines Too Hype, So Prepare For Me To Just Destroy Your Rep/
Hold Up A Sec *Puff Puff*I'm Hazardous To Voice Like Ciggaretts/
Throw Up Your Best Bets, Cause This Kids Style Like Constipation..He Ain't Shit/ Hell..You With An Album? I Wouldn't Check Hoop's Single If I Was Into Online Relationships/ I'm Rocking The Kicks, While You Got Punchlines And Structure That You Lacking/
But Hoops Ain't Touching Quickwith's Punches Like Non-Violent Combatants/ Still Into Rappin? You Might As Well Quit, Cause You Can't Clash With Me/ Cause When Seeing Quickwith I Make people Watch Out Like Balconies/

the only thing u quick with is hittin an unstable paragragh/
ur shit was so bad it almost made me laugh/
yet whatever u said could never effect anybody/
u spit as if u were mr peebody/
i can hit u quik and u can hit up a different party/
rb is for people that spit straight and not dotty/
i will say that people do out of balconies watch u the most/
ure the joke of rb and it's only ure first post/
so who is this person who i destroyed easily/
i don't know why don't u tell me/
cause he sees through his ass and not through his eyes/
quick with a quick out and quickly u'll see/
this shit is a goodbye from rb and me/


no hate

White Gold shouldve known the rules about karma'/
High School is the last time u was inrolled with drama'/
So Imma bomb ya wit lines that'll take ur mind over middle east'/
Dawg u wouldnt have me on lock if u was the cheif of police'/
I fiest on this vet n Im only a fukin newbie'/
Wanted 2 kiss so I could lend him venomous saliva 4 his loogey '(spit)/
Verse resembles a prision in a open field no strong bars'/
Tears ya apart how I slowly infect this board n spread like sars'/
May aswell jump in 2 cars either way its a head on collizion'/
Thought I saw u on a milk carton the way ur always missing'/

2 quick 2 think,2 quick 2 blink when your bf blows loads up your cheeks.
Exploding like dantes peak. Get a rag out of the sink cause your gonna stink.
Now think, quick with what? your acting like something that your not.
Your not hot on the rhymes. I think its time you find another..... hobbie
To ban you RB i would sign a lobbie. Cause your a lyrical lob-ster.
And your major problem is crabs. Ask all your fags....
Not if they like to get drilled bad. But how many partners they have had

wtf were you thinkin??, not one bar of yours made sense/
your lines are whats stinkin, if i had the strength id impale you to a fence/
that shit was mad wack, and like a dumb cat, you cant land on ya feet/
my shits like a climatical movie, the way you on the edge of ya seat/
you coudltn spit hot if i branded ya toungue, then erased all the fuckin digits except numba one!/
that line allone left bullet holes in ya verse/
.50 bullets from my desert leaves ya face reversed/

You can't even survive one hour in a desert, hoops
After you find that no shrubs produce fruit loops

Newbie who gots fives posts but still no battle
Cuz you spend you're time finding something to tattle

Don't need to battle cuz fighting makes ur bones rattle
And you're only wish is to die in bed like a cattle

You getting slaughtered by a soldia really born in the desert
Don't need to think how cause damage cuz anything gets u hurt

nigga i dont kno but 2 me ya flow needs to be worked-on
cause ya face looks like a tolit, guess what nigga u jus got shitted-on

homie im not even worryed about what u spitten
if this was a freestyle i'll shoot my thoughts at u like it was paper as if my lines is written

meta-4 and lyrically concepts is what ya weak ryhmes lack
and wit a 12 gauge i'll leave u like a turtle nuttin but a shell in ya back

blaq-ink look like someone should of ran after u wit whiteout/
keep spittin wack ima knock your lightsout/

rappin like u cappin, only gauge u seen is on your dash board/
that keeps readin E, ease-up lil homie, u phoney snatch your voice cord/

just cuz i'm bored, have u keying in sign/
you blind panamine, ima take it and shyne/

Nigga The Why Dropin Ya Lines Looks Like U Shook And Ya Heart Is Pumpin Fear
Fuck Ripping U, I'll Swallow Ya Dream And Spit Back A Fuckin Night-mare

So I Suggest U Tigthen Up Like A G-srting On The Ass Of A Stripper
Cause The Why U Spitten U More Loose Than A Flip-flop Slippers

If U Want Dog Heres A Fact,itz Simple That Im Hot And U Not
Even If I Was Burried In A Cemitary Grave Nigga I'll Would Still Be On Top

look at that... turn my back for a second.. and when i come back/
some wack fuck has dropped a wack verse covered with caps/
bad for the eyes so yo i didnt bother finishing its take too much time/
a rap of last word kind but the thing is the last words dont rhyme/
blaq is prob white, on sight, id say he the wrong type to rap tight/
some ass-wipe that thinks he rocks... but the kid cant write/
this bitch has yet to drop a verse that i think-could-get/
mic priveliges... let alone could be posted on the internet/
this bitch probably never seen a mic... the kind of mc i hate/
specialises in keys and "ink".. no match for my shure 58/
I stickit great... hit a flash to em... fast and hard punches/
I dont get songs off the net get up and rap to em.. like u fags doin/
record my dope albums... muli talent... rap and then sing the back to em/
while you back the track screwin... dont specialise in keystyles, freestyles/
are the way to go, rake the hoes.... i dont want to be gangsta... i stay true... love my roots/
not the same goes for you.. but stay home and you wont have a clue/
in the real world... with real opponents real shows and real bros that keep you on your feet when your game blows/
who you callin nigga... you dont know the guy... that was rhetorical cos ya defense'd'be wack/
im just compelled at the fact that this dumbass dont know blacks take offense at that/
now im white, but i have friends of that nature that dont mind if say i call em nigga when i ask sumthin/
but if some dick thinks hes king shit for listening to 50 "what up my nigga" theyd bash the fuckwit/
now i know you probably didnt know... trying to make an impression.. show us the way you hang/
i dont know why, bro, but it seems to me you wont win us all over by talkin in slang/
whats goin through ya head... why replace 'S' with 'Z' ... what lead you to believe/
seein caps in what we read, and changin letters would deterr the way youre percieved/

fuck im trailing off a lot..lol...

peace

yo blaque shudnt be posted on the internet
look i cant even beleive that you said that shit
i bet you thought that as a tight rap
but guess wot ya wrong that was wack
and ya no where as good as blaque
yeah maybe he didnt wright as much u
but guess wot that rapper shud be teachin u
well one-man-band i gotta give ya a hand
for makin the crappest rap ever
i dont wanna hear it again NEVER!

what you dissin the others for/there no worse then you ...no wait your a lil' more/don't make me have to get all bad on you/when are you gonna get a clue/no one wants your 2 cents/man you post again it's gonna get pretty intense/you remind me of a lil gurl/see a new game and give it a whirl/this isn't your type of game and we don't play nice with lil boys/they scream to load and make to much nosie/so get off this site/because the big dogs do bite/

ha ha ha see you learnt somthin today

check it

Yo niggas usualy sleep on me cause dey dont kno my talents....
its like All ma punches connected da way u lost ur balance....
KKBUG u ass u shud put ya whole rappin career 2 sleep...
Kuz da way i murda u ya body gonna be left 6 feet deep....
But u can keep tryna rap mabby 1 day u can actualy be good...
Uh SIKE! But if i challenged u ud run away like a pussy Would.....
If we was bout 2 be cool i kno u would say sumthin Dumb...
ur nickname is 'engine' cuz da front of ma car is da only hood u comin from.....
as for u down there i got u thinkin 'if i dis him it will come bak ta me....
as for da next nigga dat posts afta Spiky i gotta say u da next Wack Emcee.. ~1~

You say you're a magician but your in at number 7/
So there's either 6 better than u or got sent to heaven/
Ya style is as weak as melted plastic and i'm jus beein drastic/
The measures taken are placid, so u be comin out like a spastic/
My goal is to unfold the lies, you bold to say the shit cos it's old/
I've heard all your punchlines before from Barney, or so I'm told/
They like him, they pre-historic an thats jus bein metaphoric/
So I be sure make sure you die after all ya verses like Kenny Micormic/
I'm from south of the park where the alleys are dark waitin for shit to spark/
So bring it on bitches cos i'm ready to finish any fuckin thing you start/

i'll riddle you this, so why don't you riddle me that
i'm sick of seeing your shit and hearing your crap
your words are verbal distortion in an unhealthy portion
lyrical contortion, only way you could win is through extortion
are you still here! thought you would have disappeared
thought i was austere, but obviously not too severe
i'm gonna have to flash my piece like a bronx cashier