This is just a little warm up, ta get the day started right...
And since kid's whack, I already know tha outcome of this fight.
Me standin over him, lookin at my knuckle marks on his face...
And him flat on his back, having been put back in his place.
Cuz he's clearly lower level, even manages ta be lower than dirt...
Cept his mom keeps gettin mad, for gettin that dirt in his skirt.
Cuz despite being young, it's predetermined he'll end up a bitch...
So don't bother prayin for balls, kid, no way ya gettin that wish.

This kat from Texas where they hold guns...
funny part bout is this man don't own one...
he was born to kill? then why is he dead?...
leave him lookin like acidic bone-marrow head...
and that doesn't need to be saved for 40-year old detention...
merked 84 times over dick-ride for a hundred eleven...

fe fi fo fum, this dude has a simple verse and a wack one
verses crap son, ive seen dumpstser with better shit for bums than that one/
get the point? your avatar tells it took a long tyme,
Dr suess taught his rhyme, combined bombs an lines after he saught to be mines/
so i took him, sed fuck a bomb, instead i shook him, took his talent an crooked him
they saw his verse jump out his pocket and start bookin/

screw it.. whos next????

Bitch what the fuck are you doin in front of my post?
gettin your ass back down here, like talent on the east coast/
rhyme? dear lord no dont, promise me you wont, lord im tryna have hope
but you keep sending me no talent skill like puffys boat/
this cat thinks hes tough with what he wrote...
think your getting a style as good as above? thats a fucking joke
and that shit wasnt even close to full talent... sort of like everything your post

always sayin nursery rhymes. cant make a good one on your own time
talkin fe fi fo fum come on man i know you got at least one
You askin god to send you a good dog to rap on but you get what you get
now you got me now you gone need ta pray bout standin up when im done
Ill knock you off ya feet, so fast like a correctional beat
you be like dum diddy dum that was good...YUM
Now you gonn be rappin some young rhymes tryin to diss on this dude suess after all you stealin his lines...........

erum.... eh eh.. erum, eh eh, erum eh eh era-aaaaaahhhhh
Look cat my text beat boxing sounds better than Yaaaaaaaa..
But its like first (bullshit) post so ill like it gaaaaaa
wanna keep it raaaaw? you cant handle that much beef, so fuck it la di da
watch me yall, i moak dee's cdaws glady, like he was a fag G
this dicks got nuffin on me, including nothing on nothing
son yru nothing, weak wack.. your weak and wack...
fucking trying i just let my grandmother type that

hey good put down.......nursery rhyme
maybe you should check your own stuff sometime
and realize you just commited a rap faux pa
ironically you did what he did with less pop
you gotta getta better skill cuz yours is sedative
maybe realize that you are fuckin with veterans
cypher is the name not story time, we're better than
anything you write, your so bad i need excederin
my head hurts....how do people read what they write?
go over it a few times and say its aight?
put it in a place that it doesnt belong anyway,
thinkin they did good, a rappers hemmingway
go back to the lab, start with a new mixture
try different combos till your hair sticks up
then come back and write it down for a sighting
so everyone can realize, its MY style your biting

Wite bread sucks dick, and he loves to fuck gay men,
his ass has been here since november, and his posts are only ten;
Come on dog 10 posts how hard could that be,
I got 6 times more, and you were here before me;
I wouldn't try either, if my rhymes were that weak,
his old ass computer lets him post, every other week;


:shoot: :gfy:

If you could do math you'd know it was 7 times more, But you're a fuckin' Idiot, so I attach this bomb to your door/
Pick it up and ask what it is, then you shake it like a salt shaker and It blows up in your face/
You sound like your new to this rap biz, You rap like a 3-year-old on coffee and choke when someone in ya face/
There Ain't no bad news in V-A, unless VP is in ya town, When I enter the room it's like "EVERYBODY GET DOWN!"/
You're isolated from crew so no one can hear you scream, You claim your a Pimp but you've never seen Peaches & Cream/
THeres A reason I'm called Village Pimp ya stupid fuck, It's because I get the women and Always It's a successfull fuck/
You got a custom title because of a fuckin' glich, But never claim your somethin' your not or you'll get ripped stupid bitch/

So your the villiage pimp, nigga i'm the british bike
You ain't got shit on me dogg better run for your life
I'll cycle after you, kicking your heels
Knock you off your feet and place you under my wheels!
Fell this, you know i'm a be the realist
I don't envy the person who has to diss this!

haha... British bike, c'mon we all know that your the British Dyke/
Maybe Zach's pimpin' someone, and I guess that someone is you/
Claimin' your Poetically beautiful, maybe true, but is that hiding what everyone tells you?/
Tellin' you that you ain't a hot one, maybe that's why your bitch ass ain't got none/
You don't have to fuckin' envy me, Because you fuckin' obsessing over me/
You lose more battles than you win, To me that's gotta be a sin/
But then again what do you expect if ya from England, Your a poet I'm a rapper fuck off of my pen/

Fanta Zee

Dont spit...swallow, fantazee ur no emcee...
Poetically beatiful? yeh on your knees....
please, Im not feelin the above diss one bit..
Havent u heard?...RB's not a place for Tits...
Be-gone like Chrit AKA Trapt wit, Blonde Bitch...
Keep that pose goin...an Jet'll make that ass Rich

if i had a dick, you'd be sucking on it,
Its a case of, 'FanTa dissed you, so you get mad at it
Claiming you rode a bitch, er..no?
Look at you, you couldn't afford a 2 dollar how,
Or maybe coz i'm English, i should say two pounds
If we went in a ring, i'd kill you in the first round!
I listen to your voice like, 'Shit wheres the sound?'
I'm on you like burn 'Smithers, Release the hounds!

Hey Fanta maybe you and Carson get together, Maybe you can add Zach so Jet can get it up the tail feather/
C'mon don't hate you need ta learn to appreciate, cuz every time you back at me I re-dispurse the hate/
Blah blah yeah when I speak where the sound, obviously you fuckin' hearin' it cuz you know you got clowned/
The mind of a motha fuckin' Genius? C'mon you serious, I can't believe I'm hearin' this, just should just get on Jet's penis/
And don't think Carson that I'm not comin' after you too, you suck so bad you have to multiply yourself by two/
I don't think that you can really be proud of Boston, you must be goin' broke cuz I know how much my hos up there be costin'/

da boys offical, i can git ma whole squad 2 hit u, put ma heata 2 ya face let da tech 9 kiss u, n i suggest u wear a vest wen im cockin ma glock, aint no point in tryna run wen im poppin ma shotz, i got heat 4 lil niggaz who try 2 blaze me, put holes in um now they gotta change clothes like Jay-Z, n u betta git ya man now 4 i have 2 kill um, ma gunz have niggaz frontin like Pharrell Willams, ya flow jus stop it, can cop da rocket, n leave ya brains on da side of ya benz in ya cock pit.
Da boyz Real