Only fools get caught free postin, in person youd get roasted
your the chosen one hand picked to get dissed imma spit this shit on you and onto your baby sis, yeah im talking bout your family tree your the kind of grime who stands in line just to smoke some seeds, a made up fein is what i have you labeled you watch catipillars grow cuz you aint got cable, your wear paper bags on your feet cuz you thinks its handy, a spray of banaka in your mouth and you think its candy, Xeed you need to get on your knees and beg me to please not make you bleed with a heated key stuffed in the whole which you use to pee. Posting in here is not free you either diss or get embarrased like the time you mom shit in your baby carrage or the time your dad cheat on his marriage and used his asshole and some soap for LEVERage

I would grace you with a diss, but you would probably say i cheated,
I had wrote something so hard censorship shows my *post deleted*,

*in a friendly mood* lol.

you rock speedos for the banana hammock effect
so imma make this wack ass diss direct
you talk about gracing us with a diss
yet you to busy facing your moms pussy lips to spit
i dont care if you cheated or got censored and deleted
im fucking heated so i assure you will be deafeated
i take a dump on your chest just to watch you eat it
your probably a fucking midget trying to stack your digets
Imma cut your damn legs off just to watch you figet
then rip your head off and play a game of cricket
Aint no point in rhyming we all know your WILLOW (the movie)
your probably so short you use cotton balls as pillows.

i know u heated cuz ur rhymes is weak/ u talkin bout defacing, nigga i'll shoot off ya beak/ u bird ass nigga "an u hope" u neva see me again/ u won't all u'll see is that revolver spin/ and if dude said he got censored and deleted then u should've 2, so beat it/ i'm a nigga sayin i'm concieted, i gotta reason/ its murda season holla

no witnesses see me piss on vinceness's purr ty dress
so gifted is this spit its lifted us all except wats left
another wack lyrcists makes an ills attempt
to dethrone some guests thinking he can best
those who let tests show whos pro and whos just slow
Anu hopes this deala folds to any battle that he throws
rub elbows with they who know how to throw low blows string emcees
like hobos drunk n dancing to gogo deala you a bozo
getting stirred like coco dont post against me loco
or you'll find yourself in a choke hold truth be told im only 9 years
old and i got your post iced cold like the north pole

Bury you & ya unknown bitch, to die inside a cold-ditch/
His raps like gunslingers use napkins, they unfold-quick/
Soon as the drum-roll split they brain, one horizontal-slice/
Pour quarts-of-light liquor, give respect to a former-life/
After that, spit-in-ya-face like cobras, blindin-ya-eyes/
People say crack-cane-hustles, not so stylish-this-fight/
Bastards back-pay double, contracts, he signin-it-twice/
Get face bagged, stashed into-the-ride, I Shock minds/
Most confident niggas figure, dial the suicide-hotlines/

Well, I run text-on-punks and rip kids with my scripts cause I got the best-of-em//
extraterrestrial-lessons-done cause with or without X, (extasy) i get bitches.. hell X-is-one!

You not a soldier, instead, you have all the qualities it takes as a fag
how can RV ever 'take you serious' ..
..........................when your avatar is a 'donkey shaking his ass'?
Face it, ya trash ..i'll smash ya keys dramtically, they'll massively break
you might as well keep that avatar...
........................cause for you, thats the only ass you'll see shake!

Before ropes tangle-ya-neck, I progress, kidnap ya bride-first/
Too difficult for dangerous-rescues?/ I suggest you write-her/
To your closest fam, have ya kneecaps removed-frpm-a-package/
Flows got so many dots-to-stretch/ I confuse it wit rat-shit/
Empty handed bum serves pennies when beginnin-to-wager/
Why his avatar make it seem like, he pinned-to-the-paper/
Endin-you-too-major/ Get at least ate-he years, killin-minors/
Ya still-a-writer?/I shit on ya scroll like being filled-wit-fiber/

its not a compliment when i say he got the baddest bars, yall
so you being sick is 'hard to understand' ..
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . like ya 'avatar', dawg
this faggot hard? Naw ..you really nice? you prove it hardly
when will you realize...
no matter how many posts you get, you'll forever be 'new to rv'
you'll lose ya heartbeat ..
yo existence is in my hand, i could make a fist squishing ya world
you should've 'joined next year',
but u 'came at the wrong time' like 'catching a cold before kissing a girl'

so...um...a verse doesn't have to ryme huh?....fuck..I guess sum1 lied to me....
fuck the prez...I'll send you to meet the dead poet society....
and U here every time I come to shit on some one....what the fuck?
your lines are stretched ass hell...next time u type...atleast take a look....
dont be so quit to press the send button....spell check ur broke letter...
it helps avoid words like avetar...that shit make you look like u dont know better....
how many times do have to destroy u?...let sum1 else in the cypher...
Iv shitted on u some much...Strobe told me to me to sport a daiper...

damn nigga....let some one else in the cypher dawg....I think Iv spit something on you like 4 times now. if we ever have a battle Im a just say fuck...Cut & paste...cut & paste nigga.lol

well, i gave em a chance ..

i can tell from all of the drops you're bringing, you wack
and yeah, ya verses are supposed to rhyme ..
.......................but yours just never seem to do that.
i delete techniques ..stop dropping, your keys stress me
we figured out your Eyedentdy a long time ago..
..........................................you'rre a weak textcee!

you joined december 2005,
and you got 50 posts, nigga are you even alive,
ill take that pen and stab you right in the neck,
status offline forever, and i collect the check,
you could never get darker then this,
you bound to get wet like you in the dark taking a piss,
ill leave a fag in a bodybag,
big toe taged,
bloodeir then a girl on her rag

how you gonna make fun of someone for not post-whoring, though
i suggest you stop counting posts and try the sylables in ya flow
i should do the same but, stay true to form, because
in all actuallity, YOU spit the norm

Ring around the rosies, burnin up posi to ashes ashes and it all blew away...........

All ya'll niggaz weak, but posi's in this rhyme that i chose to speak
Lil bow wow ate u up when he was 6 and u was at ur peak
Since u know ur numbers count how many shells is flyin
Better yet count how many rv mc's are dyin
These niggaz records look good cuz they don't wanna rap
They talk shit to coward they ain't bout no real scap
But back to u, ur flow is easier than tyin shoes
U a r and b nigga and don't know the rap rules
So how can u school somebody and u got no wins and no loses
So i'm steppin up in the bitch tell n ya who the boss is
So if n e body wanna battle come get me
U can either get fucked up or u can fuck wit me
I ain't gonna waste my punch lines on this thing so i'm leaving
But Posi, your flow would sound better if you closed ur mouth and stopped breathin

i'm relentless towards vinceness, ya stupidity's indispencible,
thats just what i was dealt, you're vinceness, but i'm invinceable//
Yeah if yall say he's a 10 then best believe that i'm a joker,
THe only time you wet folks up with gun's, is bustin super soakers//
Nigga's bustin nursery rhymes, your like twinkle twinkle little star,
the underscore in ya name represents ya flow...sub par//

Twinkle twinkle little star, is Kkkemistry as whack as I heard?
He said something about Super Soakers and now he flips birds?
His diss sounded like everyother rapper would say,
Czar Bishop, Ghostwriter. KEMISTRY NEEDS MY FLOWCAB TODAY,
You talk about he thinks your joking, well I do too,
If he ate that MC, he threw him back up like the Bird Flu,
If you give my lyrics an autopsy, what you will find,
Is a flow sicker than Jews when Hitler planned Genocide,
This is too easy. This ain't fun, Kemistry,
In fact, I'm done with him, I'll go to the next sucker MC thats gonna post below me,
Thats right this is a first, don't post wannabes,
I make suckaz like you run the track, sprintin' next to me,
So stamp up your envelopes, and mail it to the sender,
Cuz I'll emerge from lyrical rubble as the Number One Contender.

Trash on the interstate, only times I seen-him-pick-up/
Can't capture this king straight, cause he's a-bishop/
Don't get jealous of flows ya sell-us/ I have-to-delete-it/
Masterpieces more fruity than a faggot-has-peaches/
No way he poppin/ In shootouts, he revolves-the-coldest-gun/
Your hopes-are-done/Way of life's Section 8/Call-it-low-income/
As I murder-you/ Ya personal crew's bringing the Ha-Ha's-galore/
Dump ya off in green-acres to ferment/ Now ya Czar-Czar-Gabor/

Your rhymes are hard to bob my head to its like the matrix code/
So I'm gonna get up with ur bobble head and make her spend that doe/
Why go all the way to green acres to drop u off/
When I could ice right here, just cuz u soft/
I wouldn't waste no gas on ya punk ass, i'll leave in tha alley/
You're wanted like biggie goin back to cali/
Thats fucked up, i extorted ur money, hoes, and ya flow/
Now its time to be cool, i'm gone 2 roll up that dro.................HOLLA

dawg u really need to fix ya style u embarrassin the chi...
imma smack u so hard nigga u get stuck up in the sky...
your rhymes be weak nigga its like lookin at 7 days straight...
ur a fag straight up u need to stop jerkin watchin gays mate...
i cant even pronounce your name after vinceness...
ya buisness is some bitch shit imma keep comin vicious...
dawg my days going pretty good but imma make urs worse...
If you think this is hundred percent of me... shit its like april first...

push zig zag's wig back, then choke him with tic tacs..
get bitch slapped, shove a shovel up your ass..ya dig that?
as ill as me is what you wish you could get, leave him missin with this..
erase all those otha quotes and put this in ya sig...
scratch you up so much you wont be able to tell where the blisters is stoppin..
the only game you got is the picture your rockin..
come on and diss back and will see how brave ya are..
do that and whind up missin like ya avatar..

I'm back like ghost's here to haunt-us
No wonder I put da 1 1 to ya rec like Isaiah Thomas
The gatz tracked you think you'll blast Back?
Send Capz fast, u got blood breath cuz i send mac-tac's
Talk smack u ack fast den da play start
Cuz my crew got more nigga'z den da M.L.K March
Step back, u aint got it when im flex-in-fam
Cuz den thangz can leave ya back-wet like a Mexi-can*

WET BACK *

the heat ul leave you toasted, too ill to not boast bitch..
fuck wit me and ill leave ya figure more fucked up then ya post is..
im throwin out records, puttin pressure on the back till i broke it..
ive spoke shit, to leave blaza broke down like vehicles on the side of the road..
put the scalpul to the side of ya throat, and proceed to cut..
act as a hungry pimp and eat this slut...

you shouldn't have posted that nigga presize ur thoughts/
cuz i'll send bullets at ur brain the size of chalk/
while blaze is trapped in the boz tryin to find a way out/
u gettin toasted for boastin bout them rhymes thats played out/
u ain't gonna eva have clout on rv/
I ain't even a rapper i'm a scrapper and u can't beat me/
u ain't ready for this drama/
cuz lyrically the bombs that i drop got me compared to osama

now this nigga here is straight from the chi-town suburbs
and as he chokes on his diss back imma stomp him so he suffers
tough words from a weak cat getcha knees cracked back
this isnt a nigga u wanna take three stabs at u be laughted at
trigga town sticks no ink just crayon marks on construction paper
you fuckin wif a real og homie i kill kids like u im an abduction raper
the way im fucking you with words you get it? if not u's a retard
you's a little bitch just a little kid in this game so why u beef hard?
but one last thing dawg before i go and forget it
Atcha funeral bro ill take your momma out to eat and hit it.

haha and thats just fuckaround shit nigga

CHI-TOWN is my heart, the BURBS is my rib/
The only thing u eva stomped was roaches in ya crib/
And everybody know that niggaz from gallatin, mo is some hoes/
I carry bullets that spray on/
I been carryin big toys since u was in preschool playin with crayons/
U like a weed head, hustlin a half ounce tryin to stay on/
Worthless, like a penny with a hole in it/
U just taken up space so I'll take ya head and put a hole in it

talking about rocking mics dis bitch got my clit
i tryed 2 mend her lines but she cant build a shit
i gatta use the basis for this nubee
.............so i dont get blames for a brain burst
u carrying big toys?..bitch dis aint disney
dont force urself on boys cos u dont wanna scratch d crust
trynna act hard?..to me u just a soft stash puss to xploit
by d time i give u jackie-chan style,baby u'd be destroyed



mayne i'm too high to be arsed..
......aimless talk u got,lol,indeed u dope..

nice try

talking about dope?..yah u iight to

u all are str8 garbage...like rats upside down in a bin....
If I wonder why ur here...Its cuz I cant believe u tryed to rap again....
I'll destroy u for the first, second, and last time...
I dont need my verse to hurt u...just read UR last line....
I'll cut you in half...now u twice the nothing to me....
I split up ur personality like the fucking fugees...
I move smoothly through weak punches and metaphores...
yeah u high now....but I'll be there when u hit the floor....

ur brail line is played...too bad...cuz ur shits hard to read...
I'll make it hard to breath wit punchlines doing crunch time on ur arterties...
u not the nigga u say u are...aint never met a Blaze I like...
so change ya rymes...fuck it...call strobe to come and save ya life...
2 bars and Iv destoyed u...u nobody in competition....
u left 2004...but 06 ur str8 out gonna come up missing....
cuz blaze...I'll leave u floor mat...bombs hit u were ur whores at...
so tell ur people u need help....ur still using the old Rapbattles format...

get the fuck outta here wit that weak shit.

wankers talkin like a gangster, you aint hittin glocks
and fuck you avatar bitch, you aint got SHIT on lock
im sick your not..you aint ever stoppin my lines
so il take a laser target and sniper rifle, and be sure to dot my iZ

6 line min, first warning
-Y's-

Dude I'll take ur sniper rifle and put u on a lean/
And have blood gushin lookin like a red laser beam/
U right eyedentdy ain't got shit on lock/
But now i'm makin a plan to run up in ur spot/
Ridin down ur block, lookin for daubs/
Cuz he was talkin bout them glocks, so i'll leave his brain on his dubs

find me on the path of destruction , jus look on your map...
wtf u doin dude, carter was traded...so vince no longer Rap(tor)
im the stronger cat, ya wack...phony, so ill give you a taste of real...
i fathered your ass..created you, literally made a Deal..
leave ya fade'n still, tryin to come at me with weaponrey..
ill destroy stair cases with ya face, so you can no longer step to me...

I'll 'nail your mouth shut', just to tell you 'dont speak'
you're garbage, if wackness was 'calories', then 'you'd be obese'
No matter who, I remove throats as I stab and bruise
your raps wouldnt be 'mean' even if you 'wrote em with attitude'

6 line min, first warning
-Y's-

Emergencies immense kid, I plead-the-fifth! I keyed-my-scripts and had you fleein-quick!//
so I don't mean to be mean-you-needless-bitch but I almost died laughing at "death poetry" just from readin-the-shit!

6 line min, first warning
-Y's-

fleeing quick...god damn...I need to stop reading this...
the only reason u speaking sick...is cuz u really just needing dick...

6 line minum, First warning.
-Y's-

Ya'll still lauderdale nigga
Well i'll put u in the trunk and take u to slaughterdale nigga
Yo niggaz is the bitch niggaz with the crack pipe in they mouth
I'll give u a new meaning of dirty south
Cuz i'll put u under the ground with dirt in ya mouth
I see u runnin around rv like u got clout
rest in peace proof, but i'm tellin the truth
i'll leave that nigga slumped over like they did u.

naw i ain't downing the rawest nigga in d12, but he got proof in his name (eydentdy proof)

Ok...that was a good try...shid...sike...
*grabs da mic* let me wipe off this shit you left on da mic...
I've heard all I can stand now thats enough lame....
Maybe if I give you some good pussy you can up ya game....
you probably even the type thats short wit da doe...
type a bitch put you on to be my street corna hoe....
Its fakes ass niccas like you I leave deceased...
Got only 3 words left for you...REST IN PEACE...

Sent-the-knife across your crib/ Ya rather live or tempt-me-twice?/
Your best attempts stay untrue/ like trina nicer than Mc-Lyte/
No way this pussy dangerous to where/ She smuggles-a-toaster/
Those cheap ass raps won't sell like hustlers-wit-mobiles/
I don't care-for-stupors like you/ Rip up ya apparent-future/
The effects in her sig/ At 1st, bitch was wearing-bloomers/
Advertisin pics/ So you can embark some penis-to-score/
Seen ya soul, Looked in ya heart/ All I see is a whore/