yoh lil nae 2 u eva think of usin more than 2 sylliboles/
ure rhymes were so watery they were distilabol/
u thin that u can spit ure 9-5 record don't mean shit/
u went to ure doctor and asked how did i get it/
cause in this lil rap lil nae has been overdone/
you've been cooked well like u were on top of da sun/

You see me like Jada... on the track parkin....
I melt whitegold then sell it on the black market
dont even post in the cypher you've never won yet....
get this... the kids a newbie and wants to son vets! :laugh:
I'd show respect if u had sumthin under ya belt
but you aint got no balls ta step,
..no wonder you fell!

kill the kid on his own street~both feet reek of offbeat beef as i beat his life line weeps mine to keeps~fuck peace his team dreams they'd see their home boy breath~pickin up mah shells whilst ur mother pickin up yah teeth~ as dental records identify this corpse torn lungs hung on this long war gone god jus lost it son settin for the deep~one concequence i see for takin it with me//

^I aint feel sorry for you kid, I'm done witta repentence
cuz that shit wasnt rap it was a run on sentence
get out this shit, fore i let these punches pound u kid
around my crib?, see me on my street we'll surround ya bitch
stop pretendin, you aint got skills or fairy god mothers
.....take whatever skill u have cuz i fairly rob brothers

hate to rap wit rappers in a moment of speech//
hittin heights in rythme~u try~ its like standin on giants~tryin still this bitch cudn't reach//
see mah style u eyein~in highlight don't defie~this man wasn't born to fight till death with a lion for life//
u boys ploy deception in tryants~they vibrant in silence in violence i try once to leave these 'brothers' left to stack like a pile up//

First off maki...your vocals need lessons//
but before you learn to spit wit perfection//
ma toungue's complexion, 'll warm u up like aerobics sessions//
colder than a ghosts ressurection...like your slaughter//
i come with more torture, than mute kids on the corner tryin' too survive their lyricless disorda//
but you dun' kno this mans got more flow than water!!!

look at dis bitch tryin ta spit beef if he lucky i wnt knock out all of his teeth,
ima lay him out inda street with a bloody materase and a hole-y sheet,think before u speek,i aint talkin romance but fuck wit em and u'll get swept off ur feet,or knocked out of dat lyrical seat,thinkin u wearin a crown ur jus a original fuck up and ur mum looks like a clown,i hate it wen u people go agenst me i a lost soul and ur pissin me off so i mite jus av2 stuff ur face into a telephone pole!!!!!!!!! MOTHER FUCKER

I can see i've bin put to da test, battleing this chick....with no BREAST,
talkin bout battleing a chick,fuck u talkin bout,she gota DICK!
now a red dot on ur head means u in mid-range,
a red dot on your chest will open up ur rib-cage!!!!!!!!!!!!!
,it'll make u shudder,wen it hits u u'll think u bin struck by thunder!
It takes a second for me2 leap,i keep my weapons in reach,
,i don't even give u a chance to speak,
go against me and you'll get swept off your feet,
so just imagine,i get the lead and start ur head crakin',
smack ur door down and start givin ur mother a fukin good smakin,
ill leave wires in ur mouth, or reach in and pull ur fukin skeleton out,
ill put a bullet between ur eyes, sit back and leave u there bleeding till u DIE!!!
i can see that ur scared of me,its time for me to leave u inda RAP CEMETERY!

MOTHER FUCKER!!!

ya come second to me, like against nike some ascics..
how you spittin "complex" flows, whenya rhyme scheme <basic..*
i just read that damn verse and can tell you the typa-ta..
spit a wack bar, and get ripped up in this cites cypher..
get slapped in the mouth with ya own c-d, you taste defeat..
if it wore contacts that verse still wouldnt see-me..
man he spitts hollows, but the tip is dull and dont pierce..**
drinking some gatorade only way this herbs fierce..
bitting styles only leaves ya mouth tastless..***
call em dr satan, cause he spitts dry like hes faceless..****

* <basic means less than basic...
**gatoradfes new advertised drink
***its tasteless to steal or bite, plus they prolly taste nasty :P
****dr satan was in a movie house of a thousand corpses i think.. he cutt niaggas up and took they faces and shit...

explanations took longer than the verse did lol

Dayam nigga that verse was so bad I gotta thump you//
The only hoops u eva got were the ones u jump thru//
or swing around ur hips like a little school girl//
I sippin neat Famous Grousse, while ur lickin strawberry swirl//
I whirl on fools like you like a cyclone//
Im the killa bee, while u just a drone//

Whats happenin BuddhA, i cant really tell
it seems you slippin, didnt serve that last cat so well

Dont take this personal man
but i dont really like you

Yous a sucker mc
and i might just have to bite you

You could say that im wack
but thats the sound that you make

Sitting on the deck with your g/f
playing paddycake.

*Word up BuddhA no hatn tryin to up my posts
yo go back to my battle it seems you didnt vote*

Just from that it shows what you spit is shit
Bitch my rhymes scary enough to make you twitch
Your rhymes are worse than that movie Lilo & Stitch
Shoot my rhymes at Hoops and you definitley hear a swish
I'm citrus cool like Mountain Dew or Sierre Mist
I'm the most untouchable lyricist
I compare myself to MC Hammer cuz you can't touch this
I aint gonna compliment you in this chyper
Your rhymes are childish, reminds me of when i was in my dyper
My rhymes sweep you away faster then the accelleration of a viper
That was only 10 lines and i bet from this shit i spit you won't be able rest
My rhymes are way too much for yo' ass to digest
I want you to TRY to top the best while he is on his last 7 dayz of house arrest
Your rhymes won't match, bad like the CD that was just released by Kayne West
From your rhymes...i don't consider you an MC...you on a level much less
Right now i got you in check...like we was playin chess
You can't counter it so i put you in check mate
Probably left yo' ass spechless, i bet you aint got shit to say

fuckin ruff dick ridah from akron ohio, we know you aint gangsta so why you tryna lie ho, actin like you hard in ya bars you a fuckin studio G, with simplistic lines you a bitch and I mean that literally, so back down with your wack sounds and soft lyrics like cum, you should think before you spit and swallow the wack ones, action you ain't bout it but you about alot of talk, think you a gangsta cause you know the crip walk, dressin reds n blues nigga be yo self, if you wanna see albums with yo name up on the shelf, i don't think it'll happen not with the way you actin hard, i got 12 young niggas in blacks n grey dickies ready to pull yo card,

wassup wit this newbie thinkin he can ride and shit??//
When he prolly the nigga on some hard nigga dick//
Nigga you joined in 03 what you scared to post in bitch slap??//
Record still 0-0, nigga this site aint for free posters its for niggas that rap//
Go back to Orlando and have fun at amusement parks//
Dont try to get back at me bitch or the tools will spark//

all the shit U said in 24 hour cypher, better cut it in half/
U'll catch a stab wound to the left side of Ur ass/
oh shit, now who the fuck is gonna put B-more on the map/
lights go off when U alone, turn back on wen I make dat jaw clap/
stab U wit the same pen U gave me to write U an autograph/
spit beer in Ur face and let it get burn like Hi blood pressure/
U should be sitting in the bullpen caochin ur team on how to take loosing better/

haha, u made me laugh, every line of yours was shit
worse then the smell u leave on the mic after u spit
i shouldnt be mad at chu, i should be mad at ya momma
bitch shoulda got an abortion when she got pregnant off her brutha
eyedentity, u should really try n get a new one
cuz id be embarrased if i was u, it cant be fun
knowin everyone is laughin behind ya back
take my advice, stop rappin, n do sumthin ya not wak at

by tha way, i gotta though another fuken diss at shadow
come out n tell everyone where u got that first line of ya battle hoe
u been watchin 8 mile, yeh the fuken dvd! the added rap battles
where u got that line G.. top of this page, u no the one that cant rite
im just pointin this out cuz it aint cool to bite

MCAK today you gon see what its like to pay the price/
Don't know what it'll be till i see snake eyes on my dice/
Head itchin like infested with lice, like ya house is with roaches/
Blow down ya entourage coach by sabotage encroachment/
I look down on you so you can look me in the eye/
If only you was as big as ur ego you might have an identity/
See you on the range, in amongst the cattle with hand outs/
Even if you were a black dot an a piece of white paper, you wouldn't stand out/

Ok...let me get it straight....your name is Riddlemethat
Shit sounds like a name that is really fuckin wack
Your rhymin skills are bad...that is somethin you lack
When i say you can't rhyme then that is a 100% true fact
Your rhymes need to be put back on the rack
Your rhymes are pure hell
Well i think they need to be put back on the shelf
They aint no good...they aint hard...i'd say they soft as lard
Soft like cotton...shit can't compare to the rhymes i'm droppin
75 posts and 1 win is all you've gotten
Your rhymes are ugly, hiteous, gone bad, and rotten
Your rhymes are worse then the clothes you buy when you are shoppin
12 lines and i know the tables are flip floppin
My rhymes are like fire they burn
My rhymes are flip floppers cuz the tables have turned
Hope you got somethin out of the lesson you learned

lol...i aint really that new...i just stopped comin here cuz i got busy with www.dungeon-productions.com it is fallin apart so i came back....my rhymes sucked when i got here first but i guess i elevated a lot....i really wanna battle someone... (long time since last battle) so if you wanna battle holla

who the fuck is this retard nigga tryin to diss
u might as well av walked up to that MC n blew a kiss
get off this board if you keep with that style ya aint smart :huh:
u should go back to dungeon productions n... fall appart
if u said the word 'rhymes' again i think id go beserk
rappin with a 1 word vocabulary, it doesent work :banghead:
dont tell other MC's to put they shit on the shelf
u weak bitch nigga, ya own words a danga to ya health :nono:
fuck u, im bout to have terrets on ya ass
MUTHA FUCKEN BITCH u better be gone before i pass
if this cypher had votes, id give u a thumbs down
im laughin in ya FACE bitch, while i drop u to the ground! :thefinger

bang bang there goes my gun
fucking wit me is no longer any fun
ya didnt see me unlock and load it
i pulled the trigger in ya face and then it xploded
now ya dead no more crap rhyms coming outer ya hed
now i flip ya off in french and translate it into english
ill make ya momma be like 'this is good who sings this'
ya say the tables have flipped but i flipped em' right back in ya face bitch

my rhym was 4 ruffridah187

what the fuck was that bullshit about flippin tables you strange
only think you flippin is couch cushions lookin for spare change
you got fifty post and still you haven't learned how to spit
you raps should be wrote on toilet paper cause nigga you aint shit
disturbing the peace til a real piece gets pointed at ya face next
you ain't disturbing shit but, the parents who have kinds in ya complex
child molestin' gay rapist named ROBB he think he from the projects
only thing he disturbing is the people who have kids in his complex

are u stupid? this wacked parrot just said the same shit "twice"
how bout make your lyrics more complex, that would be "nice"
talk about stupid, u retarded retard and fuking "clue-less"
trying to tie his shoe lace, hasnt realised that hes "shoe-less"
i gots reaspect for the niggas that can rhyme real "tite"
as soon you stop the copy paste shit, we can be "aite"
and quit it with all the gay jokes diallo "see"
cus your the only fucker in here with the "HIV"

ayo im bout to do one of tha poem jawns on dis boal yo haha....

'S' is for dis shyt dat dis nicca claim he do/
'M' is for the multiple times he repeatin it too//
im gittin bread in stacks n u screamin "Mo' Pay!!"/
not even on sum prewrittin shyt could this kid be 'O' 'K'//
'E' is all he poppin gittin him shot like Ja Rule/
'Y' hes his own fuckin idol, cuz kid... ur not cool//
'JOE' speaks for itself cuz he jus another in a crowd/
you only 15 posts in so GIT THA FUCK OWT NOW!!!//

You say you're da finish but i don't even wanna start
When you spit,see no emotion,do you even got a heart?
If you have one, you're good at disguisin what you feel
A genuine man shows what he's got,but i guess you aren't real
I've noticed you can only count till SixX
You've got some issues in your head you'd better fix
I'm not gonna waste any more of my precious time
So bye bye,keep frontin' and tryin' to rhyme

i dont wanna diss u but...
 

ayo u iight so ima go eazy on u..

miss jess... lemme be polite.. FUCK U/
u needa go git sum skillz n fix ya fuckin attitude//
bitches always talkn shyt like they can rune wit tha guys/
but its SixX im masterin dis shyt, leavin ya tongue-tied//
im tryna be nice but make my point to tell ya "stop bitchin'/
n wat u doin on tha computer? u should be in the kitchen!!//

lmao hahaha... sike naw we still good baby like u said... its jus for tha cypher...

u claim SixX? lemme see: must be your mental age
like that lame-ass mushroom man pussy on your page
I rage; and bust sixx phat shots from my gage
fo'sho they shoulda never let u outta yo cage
so I engage you in advanced lessons in my art
diminish da finish; I'm gonna finish what he start

popseus? what kind of name is that/
on the mic your skinny, meaning you ain't phat/
sit back, you don't have a cyntax/
i'm about to give you whip lash/
yuk your breath stinks, get a tic tac

nigaa useing ryhme like that on the mic u will get slayed-on
thats why u face remind niggaz of a toilet the way u get shitted-on

like a class of kids i gotta keep yall straight, dog dont ever get out of line
cause wit the 9 milli nigga i'll have u in check like the fuckin nike sign

Aw shit, you callin yourself the Blaq-Ink?
with shitty rhymes like that you more of a Wack-Stink
now let's think: ya can't rhyme, ya got no flow,
Blaq, you can't even spell rhyme, it's time to go
even so, you say respect you cause you got 9-mils
but that's just to cover up yo lack of lyrical skills
get off the mic - hell man, get offa the stage
get smart; come back when yo brain's engaged

iight...........lol..........dis popzeus thinks hes a rap genius....
nigga u a dreamer...cos u a wack SLIM SHADY dick suker.....
nigga ya lines are more like a knock out's.....
ima tag u as d "new fucked up slacker"...
check dis.....
with my rhymes i burst niggas like u with no pity....
nigga you aint even half of my radar.....
in every hood you'll never get a quatar of d respects dat im offered....
so now,u d 1 to leave d site.....
cos u so outta sight.....
herre take a pencil and a paper.....
go back to ur room,practise......and come back later.....
yeah cos u being herre now.....shows u a big time mistaker.......;)

ayo XxXtasy take the keys of ur car & roll out ...... uz on D sidewalkz suckin dicks
thats what it all about ....dont take this shit ova to ur job ......uz illegal rite here
all u say " want a blowjob " ..... how u feel with dem nutz in ur mouf ......
that all u bitchz do at the dirty souf ........ aint u got nuthin else 2do instead of
fuckin all day ....... oh u dont kno shit bout it that y u try to run away ......
betta go check into a Ho' tell ...... put ad in the paper when u got ur ass to
sell .......

You niggas can't handle the poison/
yo, look at hellrazors picture, he's canibus' boyfriend/
you are a waste sir, your flow is Lone like the ranger/
to tell thetruth battling me is danger/
you can't even control your pet cat, i'm a lion tamer/

first of all dat was a bunch of weak ass fraky lame lines.....
if therres some1 runningway dats u DA DUMB GAY
nigga in a war font u'ld be d first to die.....
cos,i no u,and u as weak as a fly......
tho i aint a bitch like some1 u KNOW
but i would neva come to give a BLOW....
you suck and u stink...
.....so would ur 1-inch dick be....
ya need a surgery down therre....
cos even kids of 1year got it BIGGA DAN YA HEAD.....
nigga even if i fuck all day its my business & i do it with d opposite sex
cos i aint a faggot ass fuck like u
dat be giving head to DE SAME SEX.......for example 50cent or Meth.....
so quit ya attak cos u aimed d wrong spot......
and im done with dis wimp..............who's delivering d next pac?

Look at the person above me, must be retarded
Rules is 6 lines, you new and jus started?
Don't come back and this board 'n try n Start Shit
Becuz I mad fun of you, unless you want your face farted -
-on, I'm crazy enough to do something like that
Now flee person who can't read!, Don't come back!

this dude weak, im clearly on a whole different page....
ill rip this dude in 60 seconds, an be gon like im nicholas cage....
u a table wit two legs, don 'stand' a chance against me....
ya simply, a bitch, goin down in lame history....
i ripped u wit 5 lines, cuz you cant fuck wit me....

ayo poison itz 'bout fuckin dissin here
with linez like that aint no1 gone show sum fear
uz a weak muthafucker
this aint no history erry1 knoz uz a dick sucker
doin that shit errynite
u cant wait 2 take a bite
suckin like itz fuckin race against time
thatz what supposed to do take a diss in a rhyme
i c u suck it in 60 secondz
that shit'z ur only weapon
u gettin tipsy , u aint like j-kwon
itz bout gettin tipsy in D club
wdf ur bf callin he needz a hug
u full of shit with nicolas cage
fuckin that bitch for a minimum wage
take a look at this shit
this is the rhyme i spit


im still runnin this game
HellRaZoR still spitin dem flames

i got plenty of rhymes, call it Galore...
this niggas says he's a "hardhitter" but he rhymes soft core...
your rhymes did nothin' for me, cept leave me a bore...
dogg i should let u kno...im a money maker..striclty green papers
u aint shit...just a lil' faker
S-DUBZ= the real deal, son
HARDHITTER=um, sorry i aint got none
yous of no significance, so u could jus stay a distance
yous irrelavant...ima shut u down like the Pisitons...
but fa real though...im a jolly good fellow!
hate ta tell ya dogg...u softer than marshmellows...

Fuck You
 

Four three two one :gfy:
You remind me of William Hung
The idea of you doing anything with music is just plain out dumb
Your rhymes suck...they corrupt...might as well call um' a jaw dropper
I am bein fuckin serious and shit that aint at all a shocker
The shit you spit :spit: aint compared to the ones i shoot :shoot:
You don't believe me you could ask that dude Hoops
Cuz the shit i spit leaves you speechless
The shit i spit hits so hard, it leaves ya teethless
I spit my shit at you unexpectedly
To get any pussy i bet you have to give a girl extasy
To prove im' the best, shit aint nothin to prove
I aint lyin...i'm tell the 100% truth
If i wanted to i could diss everyone above you
Cuz i'm bored and you aint nothin...just don't have anything else to do
And if what i am sayin is pretty much leavin you dazed and confused
Just leave it to this...FUCK YOU :thefinger:

no skillz is not always enough to get U rapname, he's living proof/
Ruff ridah 187, that means theres atleast 186 niggaz that are better than U/
Nigga got smileys everywere, like he was Mr. Rogers/
Ur rymestyle was childish, U should be on the soundtrack for Harry Potter/
6 post, one for each shot U missed wit/
Im a ryming misfit, while Ur punchlines just missed hits/
U aint elivating, gravity and talent has grounded U/
all my soldiers love pussy, thats why they surrounded U/
Non lyrical, like U sighned up wit badboys/
This niggaz got shit :headbang: going on, like an MTV fratboy/
Leave ryming to the proffetionals, this harsh life just aint for ya/
It'll coas U to go into hiding like Saddom, while real Mcs dystroy ya/