Think u real competition? Nah, u SHOOK WIT DA REST
u don't have to look further if you LOOKIN FOR DEATH
if you ever want beef, you better LOOK FOR A VEST
i'll 'blow ya lungs out' n' make u LOOK FOR YA BREATH
i'm PUT AS DA BEST, u just another ROOKIE IN TEXT
how you leave heaven cuz u need HOOKERS FA SEX?
talkin hard on the net? U ain't a CROOK IN DA FLESH
your cellmate'll make you COOK N' UNDRESS
As far as this rap shit, you never PUT AS A THREAT
u wudnt 'BE HOT' even if heaters was PUT TO YA FLESH

please, you're just a bitch, now i'm gunna slap, choke and whore you
they call you sonny barz, yeah cause your dad probly wrote em for you
you're shit man, it doesn't take very much to beat you
punchline champ? you're not even in the league dude
and if you were, i could tell ya right now you wouldn't make it far
why would you, you CAPS LOCK the worst part of your bars
fuck it i'm serious, straight shots, like i'm pounding a sixty
no one wants a taste of your punches, like somone spiked it with whisky
bitch please, accept that you're shitty, just dont get bitter
cause you still wouldn't sound good, if your bars served liquor

This is a member of the fam so i'll point out trey methods!

they call u trey methods, the meth head of ethics/
ethics bein u nigga on the ground arrested/
i pump breaks a bullet in ur chest will get u tested/
i heard 3 weeks ago u was on the street bein mallested/
im invested wit lyrics that spit the truth/
i am a real g/ i have been in the booth/
this textin shit i call it nonsense,
cuz u dont cum wit fire anyways im the best there ever is/
i'll hunt u down pump u up fill ur gurl wit gizz/
i hate niggas like u all up in evryones bizz/
dont u got sumthin better to fuckin do/
or u jus choose to cum into cypher and lose!

wow thats bad, you sure fucking waste your time on the net
i guess they call you clova, cause you need all the luck you can get
come and write a whole bunch of shit, and think thats how its done
but you couldn't get lucky if you somehow fucked a nun
now i do this for fun, and i don't brag to any body
but you, last booth you were in you made a phone call to mommy
get your pre-teen ass outta here, stop splashing gibberish
if you aint got a gift think about taking that mic of your wishlist
its not talent bitch, its just loosening the fingers dude
write your name a little bigger there so people know not who to listen to

Germ that a parisite aint it,
that all u are to this site is lame no fame bullshit/
u need to take ur wack ass off this site,
if im so wack stop rappin and jus try to bite/
a.k.a ur bark is real hot, till u cum into my chamber,
and get ur bitch ass popped,
it dont matter how hard, money over bitches,
sick of fuckin rappin against sum dumb ass wishes,
thats all u are is a wish that will never be,
u need to take a chill pill calm down and fuckin breathe/
u aint shit to this rap game i'll beat u like a suckin leach,
got it bitch its time to here me fuckin speak,
300 J.G. calm down and i'll let u see,
the way we runnin shit is the way its gunna be,
cum bak and u will see u lost this cypher to clova, ME!
Everyone says the same stuff when the go against me,
ur names clova well ur luck has ran out homie,
well fuck that cuz i dont use luck to beat u,
i use fuckin tech nines and knifes to fuck murder u,
u need to get off this site bitch, take a fuckin walk,
keep cumin at me and ur body will be outlined in chalk!

to Sperm i mean Germ

Hey clova he a fukin bitch, He havin a bitchFit
i would of thought he was dat white bitch from White Chicks,
i read his stuff n it looked all dah same,clova leave him 2 mi mayne
im like dat hard hitter in hockey i just tryin 2 take dah best out dah game
I hav 2 git rid of diss germ, mah gun like proactive it's wat im givin 2 u
I must pop dat RedGerm quik like it was a fukin pimple
i'll muder u,Dats not a threat it's a promise
ur a fukin slave 2 dah game n slavery already been abolished
he's like fukin shyt cuz he always in dah toilet

I'll SLAM THIS HEATHEN, who is this MAN DEFEATIN'
even da leader of ya crew got BANNED FOR CHEATIN'
ya WRITTENS BORE, you never been SICK BEFORE
peep his sig.. we see da hoe in u when a DICK IN YOURS!
i bring a CLIP TO WAR, let da sig SPIT WIT GORE
shots like 'CUTTIN APPLES IN HALF', it'll SPLIT YA CORE
i'm DISSIN' WHORES. spray clips at ya WHIP U FLOOR
it ain't a LAMBORGHINI, but i'll give u FLIPPIN' DOORS
if you dont wanna GUNFIGHT, we can GET DA SWORDS
and when i'm done, you'll be chillin wit da KID SHAKUR..

All of you are nothing more then shitty copies of 50 cent,
Hope you know that the gangsta cards spent.
Incorrect grammar and spelling mistakes,
The sound in my ears, worse then gravel and rakes,
At the sound of your rhymes china shatters and breaks.
Rap could do without a mistake like you,
I don't pretend to be gangsta, look closely its true.
So I pass the mic to my fellow cypher, rap like you mean it
But please, no more of this gangster shit.

Did my post make you mad?
I’m sorry if I hurt you so bad.
Do you see me standing here mic in hand,
Tell you the truth your gangster shit is sort of bland.
Who do you think I try to be?
Fuck it all, you’re just a buck toothed bitch from Tennessee,
What motherfucker, trying to start some shit with me?
You don’t understand,nothing more then shit spewing from your mouth to the mic
Get your fat ass from the couch to a bike.
Can you see what I mean?
I tore you apart, seam for seam.
Now get it through your fat fucking head,
Cunts like you are better off dead.

Theliving'sped' must be havin a fuckin dream
Cuz his lines run off like he gave em all 'speed'
If I could smell text, your rhymes would be sewage
This kid looks like he doesn't know what he's doin
Whackness is a narcotic, I think this junky's usin
Plus, like a club-girl, this faggot prolly moves it
Cuz I know whack rhymes in his kitchen is the only thing thats brewin
You ain't never held a cal, so lemme show you how we do it
You whack as fuck the fact is 'nuff
Said' like 'Stan Lee', so lets 'wrap-it-up'
My raps is tough
Most cats say you don't rap enough
Zero in all three archives, proves how whack he was.

No I haven’t held a gun,
But when I rap bitches like you go on the run.
I don't pretend to be gangster, give me a break,
Your lies are raw like steak,
I'm not make believe, motherfucker you're fake.
It seems rap they don't make brains a must,
Same with you're lip they verse was a bust.
You go around singing 'I'm so good'
You’re nothing but a bloody stain on my hood.
So, I challenge the next rapper,
to pull the mic out of the crapper.

The simplest rhymes I've ever seen by this herb
You ain't backpack, kid, I'll leave you verbally disturbed
Stop actin like you spit fresh cuz ya bars ain't dope
I 'hold up' this whole bitch like a 'bicycle spoke'
Stop replyin, you'll realize this is your life, I hope
'Spit you out' like 'mouthwash', and leave em on my 'Scope'
Kid's gettin gay, I think you on the E like a chord
Keep fuckin around and end up under the floor boards.

Speaking of herb, I could tell you you were high by the third line,
I have had enough of your gangsta you're like'It's cool to have a life full of crime'
Busted, you ain't shit in this field,
my rhymes hit hard, use your arms as a shield.
pretending you're a man, sayin' 'you suck'
man coming from you thats funny as fuck.
I don't know what else to say to you,
reading my rhymes you must be so scared you're blue.
I'll say it one final time,
stop infecting this place with your self praising slime.

Funny is fuck? How the fuck is fuck funny?
I fuck up and get gully on fuckin fucks like you, ya fuckin dummy
Fuckers like you could pass as fuckin shit cooks, leavin me fuckin hungry
So I fuckin turn around and fuck you like you fuckin owe me something
So fuck the rest, fuckin faggot emcee's like you as green as Gumby
Fuck flippin famous, I'm fuckin nicer than nice, so I'm fuckin sweet like fuckin honey.

LMFAO.

Overusage of a word,
don't give a fuck what word it is, don't care if its an adverb,
It's just fucking dumb,
and then some.
How is fuck funny? let me elaborate,
the fact that anyone would fuck you, no matter their state.
You turn around and fuck me? some mighty wierd longings,
I'll just let you know, I'm a womens belongings.

dont know how to diss u
aint shit worth saying... cuz he know he a bitch to
but i'll cut ya fucking arm off and shove it in ya ass
blow your top off and replace it with glass
smash ya top down and rip ya brains out
then pull a knife and slash out u'r entier mouth
place on the floor like i do to your whores
then squeez 6 in... like im trying to save cash in a snaker store.... MOTHER FUCKAH....

I love how you try to spell right,
now comes in your fight or flight.
Talking all about 'Snakers'
My rhymes throw off sparks like broken electric breakers.
blood in your mouth,
you ain't big enough to be a rat, you're a fucking mouse.

ha....

this dude is lame...
i'll hang ya poster up.. then smash it to show i'll run throu ya frame
u aint worth a single cell in my brain.. so relacks
like trains delays... i'll brake ya tracks
your carrer like a whore on the corner.. getting fucked cuz u SUCK
cuz like them doller lottery tickets... i'll scratch u off like lady bucks
so there no way that u'll ever see me playa
cuz u'll get burn like a cd player ... mother fuckah....

im laugh at this dude....
keep elevating thou...
u have slight potential....

Ya know whats important? education,
You can't be a doctor or lawyer, or be in any kind of federation,
because you don't have a third grade education.
What the fuck do you mean, relacks,
motherfucker fill your hole back up with some tampax.
How much more of my rhyming can you take,
if i keep this up your back I'm gonna break.
Not worth a cell in your brain?
You don't have a working brain in head, I'm just sayin'
Motherfuck lean back and chill,
Of your rhyming I've had my fill.


Dude, It's relax lawlz

why you keep opening ya mouth ??

ya lines played out like sega
if we battle the title would say.. ransum about to rape ya
fuck u want? you little rat basterd like splinter
u think u the best cuz u copy u'r style like a printer
if u want air-mail then bullets what i'll send ya
think hes rolling like wheel... but i got'em coverd like a fender
u wouldnt be able to beat me with lyrics that i lend-ya
dude thought he was better...,
must of have mix thought like hes brains in a blender
fuck you and u'r style and who cares if i ofend ya
i wanted to.. like ya moms when she made ya
in college... sucking dick to her was like a major
i was a head-in-class... cuming up.. to never be a failuer... MOTHER FUCKAH

yo, fuck livingsped ,better yet watch'em get grilled instead,
he'll think im boot camp the way he gets drilled in the head,
your pathetic verse was a waste to read, so pace ya bleed-
from here to the galaxy........ so you got space to breath,
bitch please, so your talking about school and education,
they could be your parents and there'd still be no relation,
look kid, you got no skill or wit, fuck sped still need a hint.?!
just 1 last hit,.... bitch go back and read the bold print.....
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..
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DAZ :thumbup:

This place should have their no retards rule renstated,
Motherfucker were your parents related?
That probably went over your head 'cause you're brain dead like I already stated.
You seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time,
dumbass take off off the italics, like we we won't catch the rhyme?
In case you can''t count this is the sixth line.
lyrics coming on the page, fingers tapping on the keyboard,
and of course, they're leaving me board.
You are proof that you can live with an IQ of twelve,
IT seems that on this fucking board you dwell,
You facing me is like your living hell.
D-money's got this cat in the bag,
You're worth less then a filthy ass rag.

Go home kid, im send u bac home badly "BRUISED"
im pretty sure if u had a choice 2 battle Sin-Scere u wouldnt choose
u gettin lyricaly abused,im a strip ur pride n yah take those shoes
u talkin bout retards, i wouldnt even of metioned dat if i were u
but in reality if I were U mah rhymes would b nothing but "DOO DOO"
who dah fuk iz u, niggaz kno mi i chop niggaz up like i kno "KUNG FU"
the living sped,u like a fukin zombie 2 mi da way u rhyme so im a call u "THE LIVING DEAD"

at last..... finally.... a qoutable...
so im a go ahead an do what im soppuse to do
(w)rap tight.. cuz i got this in the bag like a disposable
grab the 45...,
and let it shyne in the rain like the head-n-shoulder do
im a bit different then what everyone is showing u
skill's talent and proof... all together like in got sowd an glue
punches like payment.... guess this verse was ova-due
trash jack ram... then daz... it still wouldnt be ova dude
punches u force more then buying 2 size smaller shoes
im a big-mac... without the fries and the soda fool
pop at ya palvis... so u can be the image of HIP-HOP qoutable
im a soildger that rules...,
an ya style have no princeple like he never enrolled in school
most of ya niggas talk about the impossible
im a tell u what i see throu my opticals
a 45... straight aiming to pop at u
for trying to get in my lane claiming to be an obsitcule
im trying to see green like the factory of mountain doo
straight beating the game sorda like what ya momma do
tell the truth he wack... hit u with the duce or t-mac,
my Gun game like the rocket crew
im a window of oppatunity....,
so i open 2 doors like i got out the coupe
to straight smoke ya niggas like i got up with snoop...
MOTHER FUCKAH....

just a freestyle real quick....

cypher diss against u ? not even worth my time....
but if u still wanna speak on mic i'll "attach the gernade to your throat"....
.....just to "burst your rhymes"....
u not hurtin mine dont try to come back with worthless lines......
this foe getting his "mouth split" like your "backs spine" ....
.....cause anything u say i leave "paralized".....
i continue to consume this kid thinking hes hard but its an act....
your flows under construction......
.....but even when complete still wont be large with facts......
forget a gun im taking a blade to your neck.....
one slice will speed up your living compacity for a fate to be dead....
when i roll with 300 warriors its a wrap for u and your entire schemes....
cause i penetrate deep into your territory and devour your empire clean......
........

now i'm all for the ladies, i can see you have no game
cause i still wouldn't like your lines, if you had an 'i' in your name
smacking ya fat ass, i attack n crack backs of the whackest cats
seriously, you couldn't keep it fresh, if ya covered up in plastic wrap
faggot ya crap, dumbest cunt, nothing but a fucking dunce
fo real man, it takes 3 lines just to get to your fucking punch
but seriously, i've had enough of ya, you and your sloppy nonsense
cause i don't know which is worse... your played style, or your retarded concepts

..........

u absolutely dont know what u getting yourself into back off fast....
cause im equivalent to toxic venom....
....so fucking with me will get u put in the ERs strapped in a body cast......
in a flash i blast u with an attack like military targets in afganistan....
your rhymes coming soft as tendered fish meat so i'll leave u for the markets....
u shouldn't start shit....especially with me....
.....cause im known to put wack emcees into a state of fear enough to make your heart skip!.....
i spit bars while your styles like poker games in veges getting flipped like cards...
i restrict veins and scar treat u like drowning victims.....
...... the way my blows to your head leave your brain starved......(starved of oxygen)
with the flames i burn u like tar u need to quit the hard act man.....
i give this wanna be star a back hand introduce u to the dark side like batman.....
and forever you'll stay in eternal torcher feeling the torment....
like forgotten lost souls in hells land.....


..........

u ACTIN HARD, til I pop da GAT FROM FAR
n' you'll be 'RUNNIN' more than ya AVATAR
Your lines just scratch, my RAPPIN SCARS
so its nothin to fight if we HAVE TO SPAR
You talk robbin me, takin my PLATINUM CAR
but 'stealin rhymes' is da only way u JACKIN BARZ'
If u wanna bang, I can't WAIT FOR DA FIGHT
ya 'MIND is K-OTIC' for THINKIN YOU NICE!
i could be here all day just SONNIN YOU
but u a waste of my time, so im DONE WIT U

sonny you're played, so BITCH PLEASE
anyone can smash you, just hit the SHIFT KEY
just a quick key, cause i'm a head out, go watch some soccer
cause you get tossed around more than freshmans into lockers
fuck it though, i'm busy, but i'll still bring it for fun
cause your verse has more crap, than hobos shitting at the dump

tell this COCK QUIT, cuz you never ROCK SICK
u knew it wasn't HOT SHIT, so why'd u DROP IT
i ain't tryna KNOCK IT, but u should STOP IT
and a new stye? u should immediately COP IT
my verse? you should feel stupid tryna TOP IT
usin them played ass punchlines u ROCK WIT
peep ya name? u don't come OFF AS A THREAT
why would i fear someone who TALKS WIT A 'S' ?
u part of 'the establishment, but u ROCK WORSE
how?? you can't even establish a HOT VERSE!
u say i'm played??lol.. dats wut u CALL MY RHYMES?
u wud kno played...cuz dats how girls leave u ALL DA TIME!

You Know Ya My Boy, Sonny...But You Poppin Off Ya Gums//
So I'll Spit Ether To Melt Bars Like Chocolate In The Sun//

haha...get back at me kid...

ha but u gotta go at least 6 lines. thats the rule. they strict here.


u got FLOORED QUICK, now u talkin MORE SHIT?
you must feel 'GANGSTA' comin from 'WARWICK!?'
WHORE QUIT, i'm not da one to go to WAR WIT
cuz 1 bar'll get ya career 'SHUT' like DOORS GET
i talk to ya WHORE BITCH, n give her MORE DICK
cuz she keep complainin to me bout YOUR DICK!

You couldnt make sense if I filled your face with pennies then curbstomped ya
You the kinda kid that even your mother don't want 'cha.
I'm going to, fight your corruption,
Some down town bitch needs to be took down like some sort of gangsta reduction
You cling to life like a child to a leg,
when I'm done with you, your life you're gonna beg.
Because your rhymes come at me like a fucking paperwieght
you didn't know? I'm a fucking heavywieght.

^^^ LMFAO....... AT SOONY BARS....

that shit was funny.........

ignor this... before its a raging war and ya whore slips
on the floor quick... from gun shells.... and blood drips
B.E.S.T of the BEST... yea i know.. cuz i do's this
u only know about it... cuz its ya crew name... tisk...
thought cuz of ya name we fear'd ya... fucking lames
its like im taking queer shots... since all ya think its a 'fucking game'...
what a fucking shame....

Talkin' bout 'Gun Shells'? U don't let da WEAPON POP
only 'SHELL YOU SEEN' is at a 'seafood RESTAURANT'
I'm scorchin' like da sun, u ain't even NEXT TO HOT
u need to go 'BACK TO DA LAB', da one DEXTER GOT
My bars is real!! like it was COMIN FROM BIG
but ya lines are 'FAKER' than da GUNS IN YA SIG..

your punches are a joke, so now its time to die punk
you couldn't drop a decent bar in elementary high jump
you're shit is just weak, i know you wanna be me, whore
cause you have more played junk than used cd stores
so don't act like a pimp, i'll simply slap ya harder than cement
you couldn't get a girl, if you promised you'd never talk again
probly still a virgin, i have this hands down, his are down to beat it
sonny couldn't get laid if he met a girl, and she had the penis

Boom boom, du rag..
Bang Bang, big fag.

^ wow u elevated!!

i would just easily take your spleen from u
but thats da best verse i ever seen from u
I mean, earlier ya verses were so trash
who knew you would elevate so fast
u stopped bein a newb n became advanced
if u drop like dat in our battle, i aint got a chance!

Sonny Barz

reping ur crew dat aint a prob,but callin it dah B.E.S.T
onli thing hiz crew best at iz takin hits 2 dah "CHEST"
ransum hit him n I hit him now whos "NEXT"
sonny barz aint tight,yah "RIGHT"
without dah T u just muthafukin "IGHT",but neverthelesss
sonny so dumb he would fail his Bloodpressure "TEST'
now tell dem who actually the best,Sin-Scere n dah crew is "STUNNERS"
B.E.S.T always muthafukin runnin from those 300 JUNIOR "GUNNERS"