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Chameleon...what's worse, that verse or your battle record?//
Now prepare yourself, a serving from c0zmick the lyrical mad professor// Check the profile, that fucking proffession makes me laugh you gratuitous slob// When I tell you to go fuck yourself.....that means you're just doing ya job// Bootin ya off, now watch as this whakk ass geeks tossed// Already killed your ass.... go grab your thirteenth loss// |
this kid says shit about arsonal wen he always freezez up the mic/
if i said anything bad to you youd go and tell as if you were a tike/ must have liike 5 diffeent aliases all with losing records cause he sucks/ told him i wanted a battle but every time he ducks/ might as well cluck, fuckin chicken come outta ya moms pussy/ i'll "shoot ya nine times" |
this kid says shit about arsonal wen he always freezez up the mic/
if i said anything bad to you youd go and tell as if you were a tike/ must have liike 5 diffeent aliases all with losing records cause he sucks/ told him i wanted a battle but every time he ducks/ might as well cluck, fuckin chicken come outta ya moms pussy/ i'll "shoot ya nine times" dont think im joking...come on just "push me" |
ya aint evil kid i'll step on u fair-fight, say summin bad about u- and that was ya last-line/
ya rhyme looks like crap out the ass, i'm poundin ya drafts-killin emcees-but ya dun't even count as half/(one) droppin this turd he'll neva-learn, with spits that call for more of a joke-then referee's with low-sperm/ 1, 2 check the mics in, i got a light-in-findin grim's weakness-and it's not just in-writin/ free-agent no wonder, ya nuthin but under-my skillz'll burn ya soul like drinkin alcohol in the summer/ |
Comon dawg yo spittin is so whack//
you sound like a retarded Can-I-bus on smack// you lack the intensity of lyricist// when it come to the rap game y'all can call me the imperialist// taking over like J-hova// burnin holes in rappers like a supernova// so ayo homie listen the fuck up// just coz I'm doper don't get all worked up// so y'all can step up and get served one by one// all you on is some bullshit son// |
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[QUOTE]Originally posted by Lucid~State
[B]Comon dawg yo spittin is so whack// you sound like a retarded Can-I-bus on smack// you lack the intensity of lyricist// when it come to the rap game y'all can call me the imperialist// taking over like J-hova// burnin holes in rappers like a supernova// so ayo homie listen the fuck up// just coz I'm doper don't get all worked up// so y'all can |
Originally posted by Lucid~State //
Comon dawg yo spittin is so whack// you sound like a retarded Can-I-bus on smack// you lack the intensity of lyricist// when it come to the rap game y'all can call me the imperialist// taking over like J-hova// burnin holes in rappers like a supernova// so ayo homie listen the fuck up// just coz I'm doper don't get all worked up// so y'all can suck a dick son// |
Stop Freeposting We All Know Your Shit Is Whack//
Didn't Have Anyone Diss You Doesnt Mean You Should Come Back// Fuck The Attack You Couldn't Take Over If I Gave You The Mic// What You Write Is A Terrible Loss Like An Hot Dyke// Now Turn Around And Walk Out The Door, Cuz I Dont Fuck Queers// So Stop With YOur Gay Shit Cuz I Aint Afraid To Buck Queers// |
WHAT DA FUKK COMPELLED U 2 SPELL EVEN DA FIRST SENTANCE OUT,
YA WORDS'LL NEVA AMMOUNT 2 DA BIRTH OFA RECORD SHOUT OUT, YA NERVES DESERVE A SURGE OF MY STEAL,MACHETTES REGRETTIN DEY EVA HIT UR CEREBELUM, U AINT READY,CONTEDIN,PRETENDIN UR ANYTHING BETTER,BITCH JUS RMEMBER, UR NEXT 2 GET STEPPED ON,DEM LAYERS OF TEFLON GET SPRAYED N FRAYED,JUS 2 SAY U AINT SPECIAL, GET OFF DIS SITE KID,BAKK ON DA PIPE IS WHERE U BELONction like your dead you should get some rest, get the dicks out of your mouth, ass and just get dressed your flows are naked, another fake kid, make'n gay pornos to sick to be even triple x rated outski's |
Y U KEEP TALKIN BOUT GAYS B,ID SAY UR VICE PRES.ELECTED FOR DIKK~CHIN~HE'S (DIKKCHANNEY),
NOT EVEN GOOD ENOUGH 4 SPers for the handicap and i'll still take the crown i'll leave ya like the sky, turnin blue n black, n u be levitatin your gettin shit on so much u turnin constipatid ya rhymes fallin apart like cookie crumbs cuz i eat ya rhymes like dough n chocolate chunks bring what ever ya got cuz i aint sayin hello pissin on the above and shittin on whos below |
For the comedian.. I mean chameleon...
Last time it was your turn you claiu bleeding from a diss.. |
silentz,aint no point in tryin,denyin u dont kno what a ryme is,
i krush skulls n blind men,defient each line dividin 2 save yall time dis, isnt a game kids,feels like im babysittin ashley n marry kate,ashes burry ya fate,slashes make hard 2 stare at ya face, my scripts is acid rarely need a bass 2 keep me active,leave u actors 2 dazed 2 rephrase da same shit u gonna spit anways, in any case,yall hit w/ da wrong time n wrong place,equipt w/ da wrong ryme n wrong page, betta stay up late memorize ur notebooks,neva wrote hooks yet fellaz coats took, u still dont kno?look,i sever rooks no lettas could sho da barettas betta proven methid of correctin ya best textin,undatood? weather in mines or ya own hood,pleasure ur minds n show ur da kind,when u get outta line u correct ya own foot, it dont matta how i type,caps or flat my raps is fat dasa fact,n its own style, sho ya domosile open n close like i fold envelopes like da snow piles,i leave ya dome filed in da files of lost n found, u think ur hard i leave u softer ground,dis alter bound by my flawless sound~imag |
"Hold the presses we got a recall !"
Cuz this nubie is slow as hell and he can't count ya'll This kd thinks he sweet now i want that in writing Trust me lil daddy theres no use in fightting Cuz i'll just rip u apart Rrip out ya heart Dismember ya face and burn down ya place should I start ? |
lol^ this bitch must get fucked so much that her eyes be distorted,
you wanna be a femcee, your so butch it wat to me was reported/ she the long term femcee, that careers short like shrimp legs, your like the remains of a E,in da morn in my stomach u the dregs/ and the only reason that you living feel, is for the emotion pain, like snoop dog.. u havin ya last meal, you gettin lost down the drain |
you think that u a fly ass woman that all the men wanna chase,
but i evision you at home, a spooty white girl with brace-s/ your life mabee an oxymoron, but u shud take that suciside pill, i think ur ryhme style is borin, stop tryin to convince ya self u ill/ you think that i run from fights..ha.. bitch, im the instigator, im the type, to make ya see lights, you wack ryhme perpetrator/ no hate girl, |
Frozen with heat, hear that horn, it's the sound of Retreat/
Run for the Hills-Billy, cuz my lyrics will tenderize ya like Mallets to Meat/ I spit at true Zero degrees, where electrons cease to flow, ~N~ blood coagulates at the Knees/ I'm like the Factor of Kelvin, when I unleash a super heated flow, yours (flow) like a tractor... Clunky and slow/ My sytle's excite thermaphiles leaving you miles of deniles, call it your lyrical trials/ If you reply please remove all tears from ya eye's, cuz my heat will definalty boil your each every try/ Absolute Zero and a superheated infernal, contrast like ya imaginary life @ www.whackrap.journels/ Frozen with heat, is the herb I chosen to beat, cuz ya Contra-DICK, 'terms' like 'collegent' Faggots in heat.../ |
Oh Mr bounce your spit was almost had us convinced/
but using big words sure dont make you experienced/ first you need to check that your vocab ain't gibberish/ then go back to class, learn to flow, maybe make a wish/ when you come back you'll have one more chance to grip/ but dont drop the mic when you get slapped like a pimp/ |
this kunt is grabbin at something that will get him merked
Fasta than how iceberg finished his fucking lines ::INSERT::// ya self into my rhymes cuz this thread was made for you its NO DOUBT that your ill self just Dont Speak cuz it aint you// Crew? not present cuz this game "moved" out the same room as this fool Couldnt even set down one card, or role a die if it actually got him ill feared// Your Shit dont got the stuff to make it "Rise", elevating as much as Nick from 98's career. .inserted |
No...! ! ! Fuck you...
Five hundred and fourty nine posts veteran who??? Whatever... With rymes like that you bound to get booed.. Im bound to get rude... If u get 2 post five hundred and fifty times and still aint improve.. Your face'll get chewed and nawed off... Butt in the head with the sawed off and spitting up blood like a bad cough... Break you off in chunks and your limbs'll get tossed... My fingers is crossed. If I hit your front grill right you could forget about floss... |
get off the net newb seriously ya define wack in every post
i dont even have to see what im typing to get my ass chose// your name must be a premonition of this little cypher we have cuz once we start swingin what you ever kept in ya mind for these times will be had// Its sad really how newbs like these dont even know who they swing at When really im "seein" "krushed" pop instead of rap// |
listen up....
you the one we must be callin newb too, go ahead start cryin i wanna hear some boo hoo// Fuck i got plenty of shit to diss you on, your fuckin worse than Ghengis Khan suckin my shi-long!// Why you makin fun of his name, when yours is full a shame// I know, I could let my dog insert it and then he can squirt it, hell he can even reassert it// Let me give you some advice, be more precise and dont think twice before you stick that mechanical device up your slice// |
k-dubbs disgracin this rap game that we try elevatin..
when niggas spit he's left waitin behind the competition.. listen this bitch is a compilation of freddy and jason.. he's only hard in dreams, and to get bitches he rapes-'em.. im gone laminate him and debate wetha to deface him.. an start contaminatin this bitches brain case-in... |
L..T..D..Stands for 'Little Tiny Dick'
And on top of that this nigguhs rymes aint worth a shit... He deserve ta get slapped and split his lip... So when he talk he slurrs with a hiss....He spit and he miss.... Like when he takin a piss... His little dick dribbles so who he trying to diss... It's really rapbattle time and space this kid is wasting.... Don't even know how to end his ryme.... * * * * What The Fuck Is 'Brain Case-In' * * * * |
my lyric's-blast-beknow you bitches-lack-reprose
like your location, reputed? this fag's-unknown!! with strong-lines, i create "black boards" when "dust" rhymes call me "An indiscriminate ass-kicker"..the way brainsurgeon'll crush-blind!!!! barks from the fo'-hand, as a MASS-hacker "expose-pound" if this bitch owned a pitch, he couldgo jack off D cause that's the only thing you do well now get off the site before I send you to hell |
im tearin u up like wild dogs left wit infants/
not even surgery could save your inner contents/ u could perform surgery and remove my brain/ but i'll still leave ya bleedin in the back lane/ im runnin u down like semis hittin crossin deers/ like a runaway train anythin in my way gets cleared/ |
this dude from canada, tryin to tell me to be quiet/
when he tryin to rap, but dont know nothin about it/ take pac out ur name bitch, u excuse for a Man/ bout to leave ta leave u cheek swollen, wit my dick and my hand/ ur fuckin lyrics dont mean shit, the fuck are u thinkin??/ like u dont mind eatin pussy cuz, ur breath is already stinkin/ fuckin bitch ass fag, get the fuck from round here/ go back to canada bitch the fuckin land of the queers/ |
names hardcore but ya only receivin dick/
n only reason breath stinks cuz its ur girls clit/ go back to canada bitch?shit never left last i checked/ rippin up newbs like this cuz they always tryin to be hectic/ ya suck, ya shit never looked good on the net or paper/ u wouldnt even win a battle if jesus was your savior/ leave ya body in the streets, kids pokin ya wit branches/ your fallin down faster then xzibits tracks-is/ HAHA |
Seriously that shit was funny 'kids pokin ya with branches'
But that shit aint me son.. I blaze nigguhs like that shit that ignite matches.. Wonder what happen?..to you or the next man.. Rub 2 of me together is like the atoms they dropped on japan... This is all black n white like no name brand... Simple enough for nigguhs like you who dont understand... I set punks back to where they began.. |
Who this bitch be ? talkin like he can never be touched -
you only called blind cause your eyesight has be krushed// only thing you really bust is nutts on the butt checks you speak on- This only some text and what they say about you is "he's gone"// topic was "Diss the person above you"- and i am, you a fag that only other fags will love you// talkin about you puttin 5 in a temple, nigga pleaz i only four- im the one make you fall out, fall asleep, all you do is snore// |
.this idiot is statetin the obvious every fuckin line
cant even dig deep to set up some complex dope rhymes// times be changen bitch but you be stayin planted in ya pot Herb? Yup ima eraticat ya ass and smoke to get some "sick shots"// And Beilieve im hot like my sig on a silver platter holdin a fork And I have ya Thoughts Bottled up with my minds holy cork// ...inser.t |
Lucky This Is A Cypher Even If It Was A Battle I Wouldn't Fear//
A Good Punchline Only Possible If I Were To ..Insert.. Here// Battling Here But Skills Over There, Left Like You Lost For Daze// Don't Blaze, Searching For Wordplay But Still Only On A's// Caught In A Lyrical Maze Don't Know If Your Coming Or Going// Your Style Is Unknowning If You Had Skill It Definently Aint Showing// |
comein from a guy whos title is Im kermit ill really give a shit
With a strap on, lube and 3 girls ur verse wouldnt be comin quick// SO reality is get ya wack ass out this thread before i introduce the term SmokeAHerbAllity Smile Back at me? bitch ill cut another mouth from ear to ear feel me b?// See to me ya shit is wacka than the bitch slap thread You'd be stranded and starved even if your ass fed// THats if we ever battled.biatch. |
3 wins from 3 gay fags that u payed to throw the win away....
only reason he dont post in here much is cuz there aint votes to sway.... and if u ever battled Speek he'd merk u without trying.... u fuckin dying....if u say that u can beat me, u know that ur lying.... throwing so many sick punches that people readin this get S.A.R.S... insert will think hes in holliwood cuz im makiing him see stars.... best belive that I.E is rippin you...makin u a good EXAMPLE (I.E).... my verse is flippin you...ive made u believe u wack, u betta be thankfull.... OWNED |
fOR CALLIN YOU WACK.... YOU CAN BLAME ME IF YOU LIKE,
BUTT NAME YOUR MEGAR PRICE, THEN i'LL CLAIM YOUR EAGAR LIFE DROPPIN SHIT FROM DEEP DOWN,COME OUT ON TOP O' THA CHART SO GUYS THAT'S WACK YOU'LL STOP IF YER SMART I REPRESENT BOTH MY NUTS,AND THE FEAR IN YOUR HEART YOU KNOW YOU CANT PICK UP THE PIECES WHILE YER FALLIN APART..... |
i could spit 1 line and u have a verse and u still couldn't compete in dis shit...
u must be 4 yrs old, cuz u coulnd't even spell complete in his sig... ur CAPITAL verses are more played than childrens toys.... he dont jus B.ut R.ape G.uys but he has just got into little boys... man u must be dum-kid...if u think ur good than ur still failing to see... did u have no punches...or wasn't ur verse actually aiming at me?... |
im ill, like wild bill
ur words aren't real, like a stuffed seal Dope verses, he looks at chrit 4 a steal get off my dick, stupid fish go reel monkeys are ill, so stay still Cause zany ain't fine, if he got a parkin bill pce |
i blast out
call you shit cuz you ass out b-kast will b kast out smash mouths fuck a where's the love where's the competition fists hit same spots wit repetition kill ya roster leave ya body twisted in yogic postures |
you nausiate-dames, get into battle sand straight up debilitate brains
i exhilirate fakes, like broke spectacles brainsurgeon'll annihiltate frames the destroyer of worlds, this bitch simply in constrast a creator of turd i implore skillz you wish you could handle like El Shaddai's creation of gods with 2 bars put the smack down on yo bitch ass if you had tuberculosis you couldn't breath a sick bar |
yo "brain" is a fuckin retard cuz someone fucked up his brain "surgery"...
stop "lyin" mothafucka u aint sweet keep sayin u hard but u commitin perdjury... you claim to be a pimp wit yo limp virgin dick you aint even smelled pussy yet.... i dont give a fuck if u have 760 post in my eyes yo garbage ass will never be a vet... this nigga is desperate he cant get pussy so he became a chronic masturbator... u lil nerd u bouts to be late for your LD mathematics class dont forget your made-for-dummies caculator... |
my glock will pop ya body like a bird flock //
all hands down i'll rip u like a clock without the tick tock // i'll roll u in the crew since u free and u will never rock like me // my lightning skills give ya frightning chills like electricity// i aint the iceman but man u suck worse than geogre gervin // run u ova with my swervin car and give u some chicken fingers rollin and servin // 6 linesso now it wont be erased like last time..... |
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