cant beleive you even posted.. every line made me laugh
got skillz that low, wouldn't register '0' on a cronograph
talking bout beans! rover! hamlet! wheres the fuckin punch??
this 'philosopher' aint socrates.. he aint even socralunch!
this kids got balls, says he's 'king'... 'the next big thing'
but ya aint going nowhere ..ya jus a puppet on a string

Fucka Deva, suck a dick, while I pump lead through your abdominal,
You nominated for obvious, idiocy, and being hypocritically comical,
Stick a dick to ya momma, fool, Snowman's not the only thing abominable,
For this bitch to speak, I'm intolerable, calligraphy amountable,
While this hobbit giggles under the table like counterfeit, not even hominal,
I cut ya spleen, pull your brain out through ya nose, like Anubis, now one less obsatcle.

You named yaself an herb, and I know why, Brethren...
Whack ass fuckin kid, wanted his name ta rhyme with veteran.
Hoping he'd be miskaten for one, and in a way he's right...
Cuz ONE's exactly what he is, all alone through tha night.
No babes for warmth, despite the fact that it's winter...
Cuz this kid is small, yo, not even a twig just a splinter.

Checked ya sig... Its true, you've gotta job to merk kids..
Gettin' caned by peeps as young as ya record difference is..
Tho' I'd be surprised for real, if you were anything but a vet..
Having 2000+ posts, 34 yrs old, constantly on the net..
It's good to have you here tho'... peeps know you ain't a fool..
Obvious insight, a good example - what not to be after school..

For a whack ass herb, ya throw a good diss...
But no one would believe me...
If I told em it came from Harlem's Finest!

Ya prop for the wrong reasons, Big L...
And if he knew about ya sig...
He'd tell ya ta go straight ta hell.

Cuz ya just trying ta hide the embarrassing fact...
Ya name's tha only thing that's big...
Unless we're talking about the yellow down ya back.

Wide as highways, cuz ya more pussy than fags...
With rhymes older than me...
Surprised they ain't got wrinkles and bags.

That should equal 6 regular lines, I think...

Hmm... Born To Kill... Thought up to induce fear...
Ya way too egotistical...
Frontin' a bigger dome than Sways head-gear.

I hate the way it seems I've donned ya style...
A blatant presentation sway...
I'm awaiting ya denial.

12 lines, or 6... my first reply still caned it straight...
Cos' ya first bar made impact...
The rest came hard with herb weight.

Ya mediocre at best.. I've peeped ya many drops...
Strange how most were in low Front Lines...
Kid... thats how you get ya props.

Kid? Please...I'm a vet at livin as well as these boards...
While ya similar ta carpet, the way ya always get floored.
Jumpin back ta the old style, ta show my versatility...
But jumpin ain't somethin you can do at all, stricken with disability.
Lookin silly, like bitches who get surprised with a ring...
And that's pretty much you, Harlem's Finest, nah...more like Miss Thing!

Born, shut the fuck up, you got clowned like 10 time here,
Your a chicken, your mom is too, breasts and thighs, cheers,
I'll rip that pen outta ya hand, and kick your shins in,
Till you look like a flamingo, you got killed, now quit bitchin,
We all know the real reason you only post in the diss cypher,
Cuz you want all the disses on you used up, so you can call people biters.

Ouch... caned by Brethen... thats really takin' some flak..
I'll leave you to fight each other 'cos simply put - ya both wack..
One straight look at ya drops.. theres not much more I can say..
Goin' back to the old style? Kid.. I'll cane you any which way..
Please... A vet at living 'cos you've just reached thirty-four?
Its obvious why son.. you don't step foot outside ya door..

Brethren? I only post in Cypher? Ya eyes are as bad as ya rhymes...
I've got close ta 200 battles...
But like purposely splittin watches, I don't care that I lose half the time.

Cuz this is just fun, dissing two whack kids like these...
And I gotta em on the run...
Breth and Harlem, like hungry rats after cheese.

But it's bang bang, bullets to they're backs...
Thou I hate gangsta shit...
I gotta spit to they're level, and that level's whack!

Slack...is what my effort is with you two...
Because easily...
Ya moms' must be fertile, the way I son the both of you.

It's been forever, no responses, peeps is left in awe...
Cuz I ripped inta these kids, and showed they're every flaw.

I'm like that it seems, kinda whack for playing with kids...
But I ain't Michael Jackson...
Sleeping with one eye open, scared his date will die from SIDS.

So whatever ya gonna say, I've heard it all before...
Diss my record and family...
At least I've got them and know tha score.

Cuz despite my whackness, I elevate and merk daily...
And if they give me shit...
I'm quick ta cream herbs, like my fuckin name was Bailey's.

another MJ an i'm not talking about your airness
i'm throwing punches at this bitch to test awarness
born to kill naw your born to die now weve reached fairness
i'll straihgt merk you but BTK can't compare this
I'm hope'ing that you stay mad at me
because your as gay as your siggy with a list of casulties..

Homie get the fuck back take a look at your self you been placed on the surbanite shelf
Know ur type u scream californ-i-a at da top of ur lungs but com from orang county n wealf
You know nothing about the classic blood you think ur hard cuz u might smoke bud
Talking about Faggots and Gays when you worse than richard simmons dancin disco
You got the worst lines never remind us of some of your hardest times the worst of flo
Any1 that wish to step to the mic tell me what u think im like ethnic back down u clown

the concept is to attack infact to rip the above into chunks
but your hittin like a pre-madonna against the drunken monk
its certain ya gonna flunk, 'clowns' went out with the 80's
ya probably heard it all before, jo jo, but i cant help but play the ladies
soon to be the undefeated queen of hip hip, it dont make sense!
ya either are or ya arent, dumb bitch, cant sit on the fence...!!

Born to Kill, born to get filled/
Bitch battle on line, cause wit that weak shit, get his shit spilled/
Ya punk ass cant be for real/
Comin wit shit like-I show they every flaws/
Yeah cause you stay unda tables, lickin hairy balls/
You bitch, you hoe, you reak what you soe/
I'll reak yo punk ass bloody, and leave you to cry hoe
Come on man, you know ya shit weak/
Thats what I was sayin, you battle on here cause you cant take that bull ish to the street/
You'll get yo ass smaked, and burnt wit the heat/
So you betta watch ya fuckin mouth faggot, cause it might be me/
Hang yo tired ass, from a tree by yo feet/
So despite yo whackness, you "get merked daily"
I know you thinkin how this muthafucka gone play me/
Cause you my entertainment, I play and laugh at you yo/
You be on some lame shit, they get mad but dont blast atchu though//
Next time, you and Wack the Bitcher shut the fuck and be real. Next time hommie, holla at me maynt. I'm ya boy right?