stundent of the game well dont quit school/
cuz rhymes u bust out seem so plaine and worn out/
and dont fuck with my name sayin j so gay rhymes with any ending words that sounds like a/
you lightweight, im one too like roy jones knocking niggas out when i step in the bout/
contenders....mo' like hicks with no class aint no one gonna seem to remember/
and yo cobra, cuz u just a mustang highest thing u is seems to be a gt/
im a porche...gonna poor all my energy with all of my force/
with any remorse if this my last flow im'a show all the world/
that it aint bout hackin ya down cutin ya leaves grabin ya branch and makin ya scream/
im about showin my skills sendin trills to niggas who feel/
waitin fo the next nigga to reply ta my shit/
cut my ass down and ima be next..../

little j must be the mascot for his peewee league team/
they must be called the crack pheans,so that means, rap is your pipe dream/
you say ya next in line like im supposed to be scared/
its not hard to beat an emcee who still pees after he has nightmares/
cuddle next to ya teddy bears, cause now the boogie mans back/
leave you detach with ya legs on the floor,with ya upper half on the rack/
smash ya thorax, with a simple kick from my steel toes/
make ya throat collaspe, tie ya neck to a sheet then toss ya ass out the window/
you aint no porshe, your more like a pinto/
ya constantly broke, ya style been played out 20 years ago/

i aint gon come to some shit ya done started/
someone call the special ed it think this kids gone retarded/
man u a joke, cant handle what i rattle so ya peepin my past battles and ya choked/
deep throat hard cocks like the pussy ya ass is, resist to glocks and shoot fists and ya miss/
no luves no hugs no kisses, fullfiln ya wishes with hardcore disses/
aspiring producer, thats a good way to get ya feet wet when you postin shit that makes niggas wanna quit/
doin what we love, all this shit is enough to drop bombs/
but he already gonna do that, deploy overseas fight for our freedom/
something aint worth fightn fo when bush is in command/
cant step outta his dads shadow so thinks he owns this land/
but i aint here to diss on him im here to attack ya ass/
last bar i spit cuz my girl on the phone, im'a go get me some pussy and ima hit that ass/

im the best in rb
pleaz be
its hit.z
the best from the d
im rappin with nothing to lose
ill have you in the corner singing the blues
ill have you counting yo 1s and 2s
im sorry i have news
yo mom & dad didnt go on a cruise
the left you Bitch ass at home to live by yo self
fukking wit me ill leave you w/ ill leave you wit bad health
nigga im ridding out in stealth
so nigga you cant see this assin
when i shape up yo body i turn into a craftsman
im an all star at rappin
rap is some thing yo are lackin
if this was pool im like you the loser get yo ass rackin
when i rap i come louder
you ever herd of aby powder?
i got to get slappin
im gonna put this battleon the side
after you read this you cried
hur up and get yo post replied
post so we can go the second rou nd in this battle
all my Shit is played like mattel (a toycompany)

some 1 post against taht so i can post against it

man u about to cop mulitple hitz,
i'm a taclke u on the tack like nfl blitz,
now stop rappin cuse yo shit aint gunna happen,
what u clappen not gats or glocks,
what u puffin not weed but cocks,
u aint nutthin u aint no gangsta,
now this site's shit thanks-ta, u only u aint no homie,
nigga u dont owe me cuse u dont know me,
now idss me back if ya wont,
(sniff sniff) what aftershave u wearin FRONT!!!

sniff'n on guys this nigga a regular pee wee herman/
what you learnin... in qld, make a nigga wanna try ta diss"hitz"/
shit its easy....detroit and the 14 year old make livin so cheesy/
and im the knife gonna slice ya up in different pieces/
put ya on bread with all that balony and ham/
damn im just freestylin....still betta than yours/
you coming cold so tap the rookies for a coors/

Diss Person Above You Cypher...
 

Diss Me...And Ill Ring Ya Neck

Dont Make A New Thread Like This One...THis Is The One...

get fucked
I'm a bull and your bitch ass is gettin bucked
fuck every mutha fucka on this site
yeah I said it, y'all wanna fight?
alright. try to get up with the chameleon
I'll kill the first 1 to step up and the next million
I despise nightdemise and I'll rip out his eyes
rise on the forum killin by guys

I'll be back to post somthin better when I'm not so fucked up
what y'all know about drunk?
oh man, I'm spinnin
I'm drunk as a fish swimmin in paul masson
that's what I'm drinkin on I'm gone

the guy that posts under me is just a fag who can't flow

It's the Drunk Monk
kickin that Shaolin funk
U got alot of spunk but U still a chump
Don't like the MC's on this site?
Get the fuck out
I've been itchin for a fight
Thats what I'm all about
The guy who post above me has no idea
I spit rhymes that are sick
I'm ILL like gonnorhea
Talkin this and that but U have no clue
NYC is in the house now what U wanna do?

JUDOKNOW?

I'm insistant on killin rappers that are battle resistant
your rhyme is far from tight very distant
I'll take your flows out in less than an instant
you untalented useless idiot
your fuckin with the best rap battle affiliate
and standin up when you should really sit
the fuck down you ass clown cause your congruent
to a rapper missin in action of a battle bein truant
westside, I give a damn about the east coast
your innermost fantasy is havin a glass of cum to make a toast
and boast about eatin a guy's ass like it's a rump roast

doggie u talkin alota gay shit/
chameleons be colorful i knew u was gay kid/
congruent now u givin math lessons? well here is one for free/
divide ur self from the mic b/
tight and distant u fuckin degenarate/ get a dictionary /
cuz the way u write u look like a rappin dislexic/
u far from the best bitch/
u get broke fast and ill eat ur ryhmes for breakfast/

Hoods a bitch/ when i spit he better listen
or i'll leave him in a ditch / like a jack the ripper victim

fuck a jack the ripper victim im wearin a scream mask
if you see me down the street you betta get movin.....real fast
this aint a lyrical contest but you still got dead last

treach p anit no gangsta, he aint naughty by nature/
he's that transvanstite on the corner doin sexual favors/
born in the bayou, down under is where he's livin/
gettin stuffed by Dondee more than turkeys on thanksgivin/