Sick-wit-it, you aint even as sick-as-tha-stick-fig-in-ya-sig-is //

illuminating the dimness of your lyricaly ability
your agility to drop silly is crippeling hip-hop stability
Only time you rip text is going from the bottom to the next page
And if i had to classify your music for a movie for our days
I'd have to put you up on the soundtrack for ice age
Get ripped in too,stretched out like a hard to inflate balloon
knock you off ya feet and leave ya ass read like a baboon

Hip hop..sonny you no nothing of the words you say,
50 cent and g-unit..in his mind that's reverand run and jam master jay!
Everytime I spit you can catch a punch,
Time for lunch, serve hard bars..all you hear is CRUNCH.

You need to back up off my nuts before slice ya wrist
So you can say yout put your blood in it to write hits
Ya think you see me eye to eye but really i lost ya
You aint on my lyrical level so ya come eye to eye
Wit my legendary one eyed monsta
Put da Ak to ya lips and fill ya grill witta bananna
I should of known after you stayed on my dick
You was fruity like da liquid drink tropicana
You spit ya best on the cypher
I spit my worst on the cypher
You new to RV or new to rappin period
Is somethin i just can't diecipher
I rocked so called leveled vets
You get rcoked by so called leveled vets
Get schooled every day by educated MC's
like you was a lyrical pet
I'll make you do back flips and forward tumbles
Till you right where you was on da lyrical ball
Till i smack you wit lyrical notebooks to make ya fumble

come on kid if you really wanna try and test me PM me asking for a battel and and i'll school ya bitch

Yo..you talk so much shit..your fukn texts r nothing..they don't even make sence..ya rhyme scheme is fukn shit..your vocab iss shit..your multi's are at newbie level..the little punchs that you have r less than jabs..your opener ain't even worth mentioning.."one eyed monsta" come da fuck on..be fukn real when you spit..young dollar? da fuck.. shut the fuck up faggit..school me? sonny you don't no the basics of hip/hop..

watch dis you fukn faggit.

Young dollar..did someone call for change?
I maintain a criteria that blows..like you giving brains..
Catch my drift..i'm the cat that laughs at kids,
Cause you couldn't match my shit if you had the rite clothes to fit..
I'm sick and tired of this bitch thinking he at a level higher,
You shouldn't be playing with fire, specially when i'm covered in cast-iron,
and laced with black boots suited with metal-attire..
I'll hit you directly and infect you intensely,
I spit nasty lines..peep how the pic in his sig is Fuckn Ugly..
I'm illest..shit i don't need to try to win,
These punchlines will uppercut his jaw-bone and disfigure his chin..
Young dollar you fake..were da fucks niggaville?
Your from what hood? and street wise..you ain't ill!!!

it's time to pack you away like a lunch box
Your only skill that u got is jumping on cocks
You can't fight man you might aswell run away
everyones better den u you will never elevate
I don't think this guy's straight he's a rookie
ur so fat bitch just find ur jar and eat ur cookies
you think ur special but ur just a demented freak
and ur dumb 2 cuz you can't even speak
ur way to weak so this is kinda an easy defeat
Your so fuckin retarded that u can't rap over a beat
Ya raps make people fall asleep with ur lack of skill
your just an easy target for everyone to kill

You's Whack, Bitting Off Emiem's Freestyles
Only Time You See Your Roots.........
..........Is When I'm Knockin Your Teeth Out
Cause You Barely A Legend, So How You A God
When Crhymes Got You Listed
................Simlply As A Technical Fraud
You're On A Losing Streak, Get Ready For War
Only Tim He Get's Strapped.........
..........Is Pulling Bras Out Of His Droor

Your spits don't effect me cuz mine are more deadly
Your just a chump bitch so you ain't ready
I'll shread you into peaices you fucking desease
do something creative get ur ass out and leave
Ya brain is missing cells so thats how i knew u fell
Your best locked away so we can't see u in ur cell
Fucking faggot ur face looks disfigued in ur picture
I'm gonna find ya bitch and see if my dick will fit her
how are u a legend when u like to copy my name
that just tells me something you really don't got a brain

His face in HIS picture? stupid..don't you understand?
you must feel dumb..for thinking he's method man..
Technique who da fucks this saposed God of war?
Heavy stones thrown on deck..the way i rock the board..
Spitting riveeting raps..fuck you and your thoughts on lunch box facts,
Cus me? i'll eat your food..and have ya smashed pack'd with seran wraps..

Finally my turn to beat up on the Lunch Box Kid
If I was ya mom, Ida killed you and said you died of SIDS
Beat ya ass up cuz you know, You elementary
I think I seen ya name before, In a"I'm Gay" documentary
You say you "Rock the Board, You ain't rock nothing but dick
Just like ya lunchbox, Ya ass be all full of childish shit

I'm gay documentary?..spic your imagining shit,
You the mexican guy..all fruity like the banana he ships..
"Beat" the lunch box KID..faggit, i don't swing that way,
"Blast text all day"..using metaphors, punchlines, and word play!..
You a waste of time like throwing clocks in the garbage,
On the real sonny imma be honest..out of all the cats i've faced here..you the softest..

Anymore RV cats wanna come..

I Know i'm ghostwriting for you, but just don't take advantage.
Put the diss together, so how is it hard for u to make a sandwhich?
You the one with the lunch so lemme ask who bites?
Cause the closest you got to a beat up was in a food fight.
I be reading your shit empty like your head..... But instead.
Why is it when read between your lines I get a bun and a bread?

watch me and learn as i step up n tear the mic-apart
n if i get a "pair-a-miks", i can rip them twice-as-hard
rappin bout sandwhiches? u must be hungry cuz u bit-that
i aint got time fo this riff-raff, show me where a good spit-at
u admit u ghostwrite for lunch box, n all his shit's-wack
my rhymes go right through ya, split you in half like a kit-kat

this dude whack and he aint xplosive like a fuckin spetatacular
and he suck worse than run tryin to become fuckin dracula
you for some reason why the hell did yo ass even drop a verse
you cant be king of rock unless you want to end up in a herse
snap back wit the glock as ya soul rise up through the ceilling
then everyone praise as i say:"whackness has left da building"

Paramik;

Thuganomic? i'll school you with mathematic precision,
Spit 2 lines, multiply body counts..have you lessoned without division
You keep talkn bout bread, i see your struggling with dough,
Ya verse is 'sloppy'..you ain't elite..you just the average 'joe'..
You respekt'd? bitch in my book faggits like you are neglected,
Here let me brake it down..like def people doing good, your defective..