yall niggas is wack thats why i dont like to tell shit/
you half the dm cuz X dont sell shit/
So wat you gonna do is tryna make fun of my name/
Cuz my flow is wide like tryna fit big pun in a frame/
enough wit all that let me get at chu wit my scriptures/
Id like to thank XL for puttin me in the picture wit two of his bitches/

Sais you New at this shit, rappin on R.B
slap you once, you died way too EasiLy
hope you See your a WannA-be Me
exept your a fake like Ja-Rule seem to Be!

the way that i murder you will seriously be careless,/
ya flow will get hard only if you dipped em in Plaster of Paris,/
swell you like livestock and put yo ass on a farm,/
now you can't rap like Santa's helpers with broken arms,/

Im bringin all da beef, my tracks is phat like cattle
I got da meat supply from miami to seatle
You talk a lot of shit that just make me cackle
You Here for a year n you still afraid to battle

spitten in your EYES cant you SEE you RIDICULOUS
my flow stains your life kinda like having SYFILOUS
hit in the head witta sledge, or just PISTOL-WHIPPED
kill u, ya DAD and MOM cuz I play like HITLER-DID

KareLess you just a little kid//
You probably even hairless witta little dick//
I murder you brutally worse than anything seen in a horror movie//
Cuz I take out whoever comes sorta like your scenario when muthafuckaz nut in your booty//

I'm cuttin your cutie, you make me laugh speakin of me loosing
u spittin rhymes thats fruty, I kill emcees like its my duty
I say what I want cause Im just that bold
my dick bust icesickles cuz Im just that cold

You a gully muthafucka - laughing - cuz I wasn't even speakin to you//
You say what you want but it don't even effect anybody but you//
You probably even think your rhymes are tight - nigga 2pac wouldn't respect you//
He's your favorite emcee and you talk about bustin icesickles//
You just piss & garbage like ICP and Ja Rule//

somebody call a paramedic cause this guys shit is pathetic//
so goddamn boring with no aestetic it's like reading anestitic
blahblahblah like you got a mouth full of shit//
how's that taste son go rinse then try to spit

i was just spittin generic kid dont take it personal
u prolly jus mad cuz kareless snatched your purse and rolled
b4 you try n come at me you need to go and practice
your flow is flyswater cuz its comin wit the whackness

OKAY ROUX YOU WANT SOMETHING SHORT AND SIMPLE, SO I'LL GO AHEAD AND PUT A DENT IN YOUR HEART A LITTLE BIGGER THAN A DIMPLE, BUST YA HEAD WITH THAT LIQUID FLOW TO SOOTHE YA PIMPLE, KID, YOU'RE STILL IN PUBERTY TRYING TO FOLLOW THE BIG DOG, BUT THIS AIN'T NO GAME IN ATLANTA AND I'M LIKE A HAWK SITTING ON THE SHOULDER OF THE LORD, YOU'RE SCARRED WHEN YOU WALK ONTO MY BOARD, AND SINCE THIS IS A CYPHER I'LL LEAVE MY LYRICS CARVED IN YOUR CHEST SINCE IT AIN'T THAT HARD, MORE THAN 7 LINES IN THIS CYPHER CHUMP YOU'RE A QUEEN AND I CAN TELL BECAUSE I JUST PULLED YOUR CARD.

I'M HOLLERING AT KIDS FROM SYDNEY BECAUSE THE ONLY PARTIES YOU CAN ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE WITH KID N PLAY, MY LYRICS COMAE ACROSS AND MURK CATS FOR FREE MAKE CATS RIBS LAY, AND THE WAY I SPIT FOR YOU INFANTS IT SEEMS LIKE I'M THE ONE NEEDING A BIB TODAY. YOU'RE FROM ANOTHER CONTINENT SON SO HOW CAN YOU FIGURE THAT MEAD GOT SKILLS, MY FREESTYLES ARE WICKED SO IMAGINE WHEN MY LEAD'S HOT KILLS, IS ALL YOU'LL SEE ON MY SCOREBOARD FOR MY VICTIMS, I DID'NT ENTER THIS TO MAKE YA'LL GO WOAH I ENTERED TO MAKE YA'LL LOSE YA RHYTHMS. SKILLZ WHAT!

This kids too wack for details so ima be concise
His 'punches' are so weak that he had to 'swing' twice
He think his flows-be-nice, speaks shots tho lack game
he be like O-bie-Trice... he got no 'Rap Name'
So he postin wit initials, he reppin wit few visuals
His name be 2 letters barely strechin to 2 syllables

your flows is nice, but in 10 rounds ya no match
my attacks are deadly direct contact
they enter your stomach and exit out ya back
leaving all of your limbs unattached
Spliviticus gets ripped to shreds, with lead
is the news line, here's a new line
stick to the career of web design,
or I’ll end this one spitting cypher rhymes

Fuck S.J.I. I blow cold gats that turn yo whole staff to known whack and molten coals black/
With ya 100 post, you must been con-fronting most, cumbusting quotes that turn block to 100 ghost//

lost your dictionary? your spellin is scary//
your record is as empty as my white ass is hairy....

Got 2 cats on my dick and they ridin it to da end
they only posted against me to hear me spit again
Akira think my flow wild... cant get enough to fill his thirst
He be studyin my profile after hear one verse
these noobs shakin in they boots when I spit non stop rhymes
They got 10 post between um n not one hot line
You aint ill enough to disease me but heres your prognosis
I'll combine the posts to infect Akira wit ((<sickkill>)) cell tuberculosis
My flows like hypnosis... Ill daze n confuse you
I'll sell you my diss song n make you pay me to abuse you.
I spit sick twisted flows like witches in black jackets
I already posessed your keyboard and surrounded you wit bracket
I had to take it over... these battlists lack grace
They typin every letter when they should be hittin backspace

the only thing longer than ya posts is MY DICK//
i spit shit quick, your verbous ass makes me sick

you spit yo flow quick and then you begin again
the only reason you quick is cause you a minute man
I think its kinda funny you claaen them verbous and lame
you makin fun of his diction I cant even pronounce ya name

Both yall are stupid why you try your luck
You go back and forth no one gives a fuck
A pronouncable name? Fuck both you aint got
Your flows are weak we doin wanna see you fought
That battle would be weak
Even if yall flows were at there peak

White chocolate's gettin melted, maybe then he'll have some flow/
he's just jumpin on tha rap bandwagon to see if he can have ago/
Get outta tha road, this a closed street/
only persons eligible for entry are mc's that can kick their beats/
My rhymes come in fleets, a battled hardened army ready to push you to defeat/

just quit your rantin and be quik to pantin
you a dog tpound i'll put you in the pound if not in the ground

Mystabiggs you dont got 2pac style
You been beat up so much you got a 3-tooth smile
And one of them teeth you stole from your dad
Hey just cuz im betta dont you gotta get mad

Yo White Chocolate... why you even speakin
Your wack little hits aint even worth critiquin
You got me straight geekin cause dis killas a fake
If I battled White Chocolate I'd give him Vanilla Shakes

used and abuse through and through like a 14yr old little hoe/
ya rhyme scheme is cheap and ya punches are weak so how in the hell are you 4-0/
now we could go toe to toe and blow for blow but you'd only be hittin air and steppin on my feet/
i waste no breath when i speak,im speaking of your defeat but i stelthly strike cause my words seem to creep

your words seem to creep? they musta creeped rigth past
if you spit from your mouth why ya flow smell like ass

why do hatas wanna diis on me like they box aint transistoring
if you aint heard it by now my flow has been makin some history
Imma give it to you straight I hope you don't get mad though
you gayer than the Castro you be ridin ginuwine's saddle
the ground that WC walks on is always cherished and hallowed
that was a joke similar to whitechocolate beatin me in a battle

check the stats my flow is perfect kid if you got it bring it namsayin

mista biggs what da hell is goin/u got da name of an RnB artist to yo ass home/what you think this is vocal battles.com/boy i'll have yo head spinnin like a cd rom/you spittin nothin bullshit from what i see/talkin bout you makin history/true you gone be the next liberacie/gay as a inmate with life and no paroll/but why yo gums so black lookin like you been eatin coal

how's life in faggotville fire squad bitch?
the best time you can spit is when you sucking a dick
wipe that shit off your lips then try to beat mystah biggs
your mother knew you were gay when you would play with other kids
your in the same boat as monica lewinski
coz your in the same pants of democratic politicians
by the way nice battle record, two to nil
maybe i haven't battled at least i don't get killed
you such a homo you pay to get slapped
you get anyone to destroy you whenever you rap
motherfuckers like you need to get some pay
oh that's right, your gay, you can't think fucking straight

by the way i just wanna say 3D's a bitch
speakin' my name get the fuck off my dick
talkin shit bout bein proffesional rhymers
i'm proffesional but your just an old timer
get some new styles bitch can't you see
that your out of date style can never beat me
won't even freestyle when i ask you to
you just run out of the forum and make an excuse
this is beef so prepare your lines since you can't spit
so i'd just like to say, 3D is a bitch

deciet got no record and only 11 posts//
"i'm a professional" is the shit he boasts
his "ass got burned" like well done "rump roasts"//
cause chipped beef like this i serve up on dark toast
you aint dropped nothin worth readin at all//
vocab too small, ya flow just crawl, if it tried to walk that shit would just fall

Deciet I dont know what teh fuck youre sayin
God dam these rhymes are funny i hope you just playin
Deciet "Deciet" i think not
I hope you ll never get fought
Cuz you gonna lose
You goin get str8 up abused

white chocolate dropped late like lazy a-bombs//
his shit was ghost written by his big ass moms
pre write all night still slight not tight//
your words is as useless as pacifists in a fight

Oh shit you think thats tight
Thats nuthin cuz my rhymes dark as black night
Haha if you got in a fight pacifists would still beat you
Come through my microwave so i can reheat you

while ya at it silly rabbit//
reheat ya verse it's cold and it's "had it"
stuffed like a bra your shit needs paddin//
go borrow genie from that kid aladdin

Bitch i am Aladdin and youre my monkey
My rhymes spunky, yours are funky
You rabbit rhymes arent for kids
Get some at an auction wit your $10 in bids

your rhymes are spunky your attracted to sperm
Aladdin and his monkey always get burned
you sell your own rhymes at auctions for 10 cents
cuz you can't find another way to pay your rent
stick to robbin' old women to pay for your drugs
you fuckin' with rappers get filled with slugs
your probly the rabbit, buck teeth and floppy ears
not to mention floppy dick cuz of your imputence

my heat makes ya melt, boy i'll take off my belt//
and whip that ass good till i leave ten welts
lyrical bludgeon, ya record i be smudgen//
keep you in the dungeon while ya verses all get sludgein

the only heat you got is from the blunt you smoke
you can't afford a belt i slap you til you choke
keepin me in a dungeon? you into s an m
i don't know about you but i don't like men
hang out with the living dead cuz you ain't got no friends
the white shit you snort is sperm stuck to your contact lens

Yall 2 stop! I gotta whore you
All yall doin is cloggin up da forum
There's barely enough space to speak mines
Cause yall filled up the server wit weak rhymes
Just stop postin... youre shit aint funny
I'm eatin a chocolate bunny cause I be fat an hungry
N after I got a sugar rush then I'll get the itch
to beat up a faggy ass straight edge bitch