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that was the worst newbie spit ive seen/
i coulda hadda betta spit aat u shit at u when i was thirteen/ im thirsty for blood tricks and chicks flippin this sick spitten script, over on ethics im spittin conflicts cuz when u spit u mumbelin from all them dicks im leavin u lookin like farmers n hicks wit bad tans spit some shit again ill show u to clash hands |
You kids kill me still drinken breast milk
Fuck with the dutchess I'll make you hit high notes like silk Why you keep callen, you still a baby You ask if you can give me face and I tell you mabey Lately all I been seeing is Newbies tryn astomp with tha big dogs This ain't no Cliford movie |
i really don't know wat u were thinkin today/
my big dogg for some reason had u chased away/ u talk about babies when u still a lil preteen/ oopsy, mama won't kiss ur boo-boo? it's cause u seem green/ even to tha lady that gave birth to u/ long term's eventually run out, urs did afta i was done hurtin u/ lift up ur skirt and there wasn't a single pubic hair/ and tha sad thing is, neva once in ur life did u shave there/ |
Oh Oh... Angellica is talking shit....
I can never tell your not a female... cause from the back you look like a chick.... And the motion of your neck.... cause your always sucking dick... So your a feminine little bitch..But no one really cares.... Under chases skirt he mad young... Cause you got a mouth full of pubic hair.... |
Wheres Your Rhyme Scheme It Must Of Elevated Before You Did//
I Krush Blind So Don't Blame Me When I Step On Top Of This Kid// ready to take it again here comes my fucken stainless |
Ay look, its the rabbit humping frog!
Damn that's worse than my dog humpin a log!// Is that what you do on your free time, or do you always work on that lame rhyme?// Man your so fuckin' funny, your just like that bunny who is being offered milk and honey// I'm jus' laughin my ass off, not much to say, too bad Hermit only jacked off, cause he'd be alive today// |
HAY YO.........
you got no rhymes bitch im full'a bars..... poor ass lives in the streets, ya from sunset bullevard.... fuck this cat......i straight shove mc's....... i gotta diss you........but you still aint above me.... trust me, no respect you get no love...... smoke ya ass easy cause i always snatch a dubb..... |
billy spits lame rhyme thats why hes 10 and 15
i'd throw some hard punchs but that be 2 mean take this double team just so the odds are fair Truth.. tell us what you really got down there cuz by the way you spit im still undecided cuz we all know your a bitch you just cant hide it.. |
dont they say that gays spittin wack lines are fags..trust..
u too weak to bust..make it better, even kill urself if u must.. BOW DOWN AND KISS MY ASS..he will cuz im his crew leader.. this guy must be a mind reader..cuz he left when i dissed him.. read my verse 100 times over and it might expand ya wisdom.. spit gay lines thinkin u funny..dam dawg u must be the bunny.. when against me u dont SPEEK EASY ur too busy running.. |
Bitch you dont belog here even if you a leader,
IE sucks tube steak so i'll call you a beaner, Ur rhymes to weak to try spit against me, Offend me, like a hoe Ill bust you with a punch then leave you with a twenty, Cause you need cab fair because you only fiffteen, Your rhymes arent phat they off the back of lean cousine, So end you off with a punch that could never miss, I'll give you a lamp just to tell you can wish, |
yo with 954 posts, ya still suck ass-more then most/
this whore is a joke, get up with ya crew-i'd rather take a saw to my throat/ ya not just wack, from ya avy man-i wuld say ya was an alien/ waivin ya hands-ya look like an urban ET-but dun't point the finger/ or i'll break it off, and throw it at ya-ya thoughts stagnant just like ya flowin-stature/ ya aint growin-phatter, kidd ya just skinny and talentless/ cut will damage ya ribs, if i was into homosexuals-i wuld be grabbin ya bitch/ |
Angellical cant create shit, thinking he's dope\\
Even newbies say nope thats whack why you talking smack\\ Im gonna make it slow in killing you\\ First il ejaculate on you so my cum is filling you\\ Then il slash u with a knife and rape your wife\\ put you in strife hang your ass and watch you die\\ Put you in a grave and seal it, put the murder weapon in the river and conceal it\\ Nobody will miss you at all, your fall unheard of\\ |
Let me introduce myself, Bounce creep ~N~ like the Stealth/
Emerge and smack this Punk ~N~ Mouth, my style's 'deadly' to ya health/ G Funk thinks he gots that spunk, texting like a rapping drunk/ My flows will beat ya through ya trunk, 'banging' like ya Mamma's 'junk'/ My puches hit while your's just kiss, my verses blaze while your's delay/ Ya shit's not hot, so please just stop, they wouldn't 'POP' Fired from a Glock/ Your weak wack and that's a fact, just like SHIT that fly's attack/ Just step back cuz skillz ya lack, and everyone know's It's SHIT you pack/ G Funk, take's it in the back, we know ya work that Anal Track/ Lisp~N~, Queer~N~ take it in the Rear~N~ cuz ya lyrics no ones Fear~N~/ |
bounce whatever the fuck, what the fuck?
fuckin lame ass newbs with one battle and 700 posts dude your not gonna make it so just give up stand on the corner spittin your shitty raps holdin a cup people will feel sorry for you and might give you something only thing you'll get here is a traditional newb bum rushing hushing, that's what you should try cause when you say you can spit it's an obvious lie you can't write you can't spit so this isn't the thing for you dude shouldn't be here I think you missed your cue you mentally challenged cock suckin no spittin ass phony your just shit why the fuck you think no one will be your homie your finished it's over you'll have no luck tell me this how many dicks has your girlfriend sucked? she cheats sayin she needs a real man, so steppin the fuck up is the pimp ass chameleon she che |
Aimmed @ Chamelleon, what?
Fuck you Chamelleon and your whole inbreed crew/ Claiming the westside, but we all know it's more like ya gay-pride/ Talking shit while licking the same off a dick, face it ya sick/ Opauqe to see thru, your invisable to me, like rap is to you/ Thinking a net record brings fame, that shit is so lame, ya killing this game/ When my lyrics will tame, mame and drain, leaving ya thoughts on the sidewalk in stains/ You beat me, not even if I was gay, wana battle, lets do the audio mayne/ That way all RB can hear, just how Queer ya sound shaking in fear/ Elevate to my 'level' before ya get burried in 'medows', ~N~ bitch slapped liked Barney stealing Fruity peebles// 5 and 11, do ya need some exceedrin, cuz ya head must still hurt from loss number 7/ I blaze flows while ya 'Drag-on Style' like Cum through ya nose/ You gots to be stupid or childish like cupid, to step to the Dawg cuz ya know I'll rebuke it/ I'm a surgeon at this, while ya just spitting to miss, no fire to ya flame, just a limp wristed shame/ So here is the 'EXIT' just like ya 'SEX-IT', there's the back door, now step out the game... |
listen man, ain't no rabbit want u, trix/
silly kid, didn't u know dicks were for chicks/ figures though, now that u back u'd only spit 3 lines/ when there's some new rules for this diss rhyme/ must be six, or u'll get ur ass kicked out tha cypher threads/ but that's o.k., nobody wants u here, u'd be better off dead/ |
oh damn, aight, bounce...
biggy eat ur heart out, there's anotha copy cat out/ all tha dawgs in here, raise ur hands and shout/ "get off tha stage" or we'll just boo u like tha appollo/ BOOOOOOO, oh no that was not too shallow enough to follow/ like ur whole spit, Reefercusionist, tha only thing u smoke is a dick/ tha script u claimed u own, was ova afta 1 and o, gawd damn and shit/ |
Theres absolutely no doubt...
In real life I'd pull the switch blade and cut angellica's face out.... Carry it in a damn zip lock... So everyone can pull they dik out an put it in his mouth... Slap em if he shout... This a bitch nigguh with a bitch figure and like a bitch gettin his ass reamed out.... My rymes explode his insides and come out his butthoe... So when you look at em from the back... You could see the back of the front and you think 'HOLY MACRO'.. * * * WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEN TO THIS ASSHOLE * * * |
Aimed @ Angeleica or what ever his bitch ass name is...
Ya wana come at me with that shit, sounding like your tounge is a clit/ Numb from the lick, and raw from the dick, your flows dribble like broke prick/ Your just a PAWN IN THIS GAME, weakend like the immune system of a firery flame/ Your preference for boy's puts ya father to shame, wishing he had pulled ~B4~ he 'came' in that dame/ Ya wana call shots, cuz ya swallowing glops, like the 'Village' Cop/ You waste of skin, concieved by two hill billies sin, both with one tooth to each grin/ You call that Rap, well most call it Whack, lets coin a new word and call it a 'Wrap'/ (whack+rap=you) Let this be your very last post, cuz to RB you're already a GHOST/ |
bounce doggy dog.... bounce bitch
I'll castrate your ass make you rap in a high pitch all you suckas can get the dick, I'm sure it will fit.... in your loose asses you think your lyrics are hot get some fuckin glasses chameleon trashes these little basteds my lyrical trash compactor mashes brains and faggets like you, get cut in 2, black and blue, how your leff think you rap hot well then you deff, take your last bref I call you out like a ref get off my sack, I'll put you on my lyrical pimp track throw you into the loser stack, how you gonna react from the impact your jacked and broke my punches fuck up your nose like coke my flows leave you drowned cause you only know the cock stroke it's time for your death appointment no need for ointment I cut you too deep for everyones enjoyment stay silent, I'm violent give'n your bitch excitment, nuttin in her mouth and given her trident know where I went? in her asshole, you like a little rascal cause your just a kid, you should of hid, now I got your nuts on e bay you gotta bid you takin acid if you think you can get with me I mean your flows are so fuckin sinchy, punches, you got any? extensive harm, you smell like shit like an expensive farm I'm on the swarm, sting with the quickness your unable to sound the alarm |
Oh shit..Chameleon...Disguised himself as old shit...
U Spitted some liquid that normally come out of old dicks... ***And Fuck Flicks*** Your neck between my armpits.... Squeeze tight until your necks breaks...You need a neck brace.. I indent your skull bone in.. I inject your bloodstream with rymes and flow like heroin... If it was you and all your boys in a room..... I'll still be running in... Level it out and fuck up all the carpeting... So fuck your trash compactor... Check it....Thats where I dumped your mom after I smacked er.. You been warned..I disable your swarm... And imagine there'd be no more alarms..... ***When I unload and drop bombs*** |
I'll crush your mind krush blind you better hush before your harder to find than your dick
***prick*** thought you were slick? I'm excentric electric flows omit from my mouth when I spit it's the dreaded chameleon leavin krush beheaded treaded on your face pissed and wetted on your moms waist with haste, wanna taste? you'll get nothing pussy stuffing, that's what I do with your girl man I'm not bluffing hand cuffing, she's traped to my bed 20 inch dildo straped to my head fuck her till she's dead, pussy bloody red, jumped in my cut and sped down the strip, lookin for this phony ass hick, kill him just for a kick talkin bout carpets, and armpits? where do you get these fuckin shity ass topics? I bet your in jimnasticks, with the rest of the faggets put the knife to his throat and slice when he panics don't talk to me again, you won't win, it's 45 min. before ten my punches hit your chin, take two steps back to see you on the ground and then I grin.... bitch |
chameleon betta change color, befo i rearange his blubber/
wishin he was a-butta, ya can't spit with a crew/ i'll give ya thunder-no wonder-ya not hot even when ya stick ya dick in the stew/ bitch shulda knew, now has no time to get with it/ just to get ripped in it, cuz ya always comin up short-liek the head of a midget/ beleive it, and come back anotha day ya fuckin-gay/ i'm just spittin their aint no bullshittin-just tell em ya fuckin-age/ befo i rip out ya heart in rage, just messin i'm a nice-guy/ especially when i feed u 50 cent just to end ya life-line/ |
pro must have a mental problem, dun't think that ya real/
especially since it's ya second post-anotha herb toasted dear/ ya betta off as a ficioneer, slice off ya manhood dun't bring that diction here/ i got this vision weird, think bout it and ya'll be strugglin/ plus i think i'm drunk-cuz i just beat a sceptre without buggin/ dissed his ass with a viscious class i never suspect get wit the business blast/ ya betta wish it last, still i'll visit ya on ya death-bed/ cuz ya gettin back to rhyme is me gettin back to the bed-rest/ |
Pro should've been a no-show the glow ah stretch his vision..
throw lead at cha like a pitcher ya get touch like the catholic religion.. probably get fucked in prison.. betta keep ya butt tucked..and get used to semen sippin...jailhouse barbie doll slut... you looked hard when U touch the streets... but they could tell in your walk was sweet... hahahahahah.......... |
NO Face...leave now cause I think your in the wrong place ))((
Without a strong gate I stroll in to devoir your whole race ))(( This boys Mase...an probably never had a real girl in his life ))(( Ya got problems now kid CLACK CLACK...say hello to Christ ))(( 40's nice...and I'm bout to serve you cats from ear to ear ))(( Stearin the Lear bringin the fear so prepare yourself for next year ))(( |
40 ounces of pussy gettin unleashed on a face-that-clearly-fears-me//
I want to wipe out your race , but your like michael jackson, your race-aint-stated-clearly// oh oh...flows unleashed his rhymes just-reached-at-max// you think your good but wut im -hearing-is-wack// backland's bitch, uh oh, back-to-your-block,rappin-whats-bought// gaspin-for-thoughts,he just cant so he copy-n-pastes from "tha block// your face-will-be-rott,clearly your race-isnt-thought,and 40 dont mention fags in ya rhyme cuz mase-isnt-hot// |
calls himself kaliber when hes never seen a nine
hes a wack rapper, a busta thats never seen a rhyme i mean this time, theres 40ounce hes gotta diss his rhymes are garbage, what kind of hiphop is this so im stoppin it, cmon this bitch even edited his wack verse like a micheal jackson backwards, albino spittin wit black words got a rap curse put on his ass, cursed by wizards he only deserves someone to come and sever his gizards in a blizzard, givin him a brainfreeze, leavin him iced u have already died once, but grim was reapin u twice. |
my style's nice, but this kid calls himself deep
when his verses are shallow floating up shit's creek technique readily applied to end wannabes murdering this fish like the alphabet leaving D underC step to god''s chosen assassin and catch homicide cuz my rhyme homily will reap all you other guys |
fuckin usin lines from 8 mile only get you laughed at/
o wait i forgot you got our OWN rhymes to do that/ pathetic emcee cant even think of new teqnuiqe/ probably a 95 year old comptuter geek/ goes online to harras people and whack off to members pics/ looked at de3ps aviator and his pant leg sticks/ Blah... |
fuc kind of name is grim evil,i like da stunt u pullin but u aint canivil,u a fuckin flyweight so u barely legal//
so what u know bout da solja wit untamed wayz,ima put u bac in tyme like a pair of retro j's,but hey your name says your goin 2 hell anywayz// 65 posts wit a battle record of zero,ima leave u sleppin wit da fishes wit your homie nemo,u a fuckin character 2 me like da childrens show teamo supremo// |
You worship-me-like-ritualisms as a matter-of-fact ya practice Art-of-Losing: Realism
Invert ya words like an optical-prism 'You Are Whack' is your best constructive-critism Like feces-aint-alive ya shit-is-dead an you cease-to-thrive to spit-failure-in-threads Takin a piece-of-the-pie like I bit-the-bread like grease-on-guys ya legs-split-an-spread |
willie is just silly, just another hill billy tryna be like sparks
I hate you marks, dumb ass can't rap for shit I ellevate out of orbit flowin faster than a corvette bobo, your rhymes are booboo, just like your fucked up hair doo where you get the idea you got skills? my lyrics will have you flippin cart wheels your a lame dork, your flows are rancid like old pork put a cork in them, stick a fork in them theyre done son, this dude sat on a dildo and spun your whack, please don't try to make a come back cause no one want's to see your shit jack |
Strap ya seat belt, make sure ya buckle's tight...
How you claim ya elevatin' when u're record's my uncle's height... Ya wack spits don't amount up to mine... Call me an alarmed lion the way I pounce on ya lines... Want fresh lyrics, put bounce on ya rhymes... but ya style still stinks... If we were contestants, you'll be the weakest link... |
who the fuck are you to talk about any one like that,
i think most cats will agree wit you battle record, you cant rap/ get ur bobo'in, booboo'in cryin ass on up out of here, 11 lines, 11 defeats, the only thing u shud do is 'steer clear'/ because chameleon, if you already black i only need to beat ya blue/ an the funniest shit.... is that an emmcee... tried to become of you/ |
wow sorry about that my diss was aimed at CHAMELEON, but i didnt see this cat post, i was interupted durin writin, so sorry about that
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FUCK...frozen wit heat has broken this beat..
He's chosen to cheat an his freepost is just weak... Look i'll merk you nigga...leave you chokin in da street.... Hey this bitch left a freepost, 44 drops..haha 22 at most.. Im gone kill you so you can elevate an see the holy ghost... An don't advertize that battle...there really is no need to boast.... peace...no hate nigga... |
how dare u post above me/
wit drastic mesures ur postin ugly/ you pose postin from a purgatory/ your wack "hellbound" nobody heard ur story/ your scared to make the first move like ur first date/ too bitch to be a man, thats why at the end u wrote no hate/(check his last lines) |
How The Hell Does This Kid Has The Same Record As Me//
Haven't Battled In 3 Months And Still Better Then This Newbie// So Sue Me, If Your Verse Is A Real Piece Shit// Just Look At His Bars Their Weaker Then His Spit// So Sit Back And Watch A Real Emcee Grace The Mic// If You Sill Think Your Better Let's Make It A Fight// |
don't speak cause like your raps your breath is fowl
you need to be left on a deserted Island like mr howl you spittin is somethin I can't allow junior asshole, like rice crispies I'll make your head crackle wanna battle? you fuckin lame wanabe vandal I'll be your eigth, punch your teeth out so you talk with a lisp I'm mockin this bitch, just get another hobby cause your fuckin dismissed |
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