I dont even gotta say how fucked ya flows is
dont have to say ya career's 'getting shorter as it goes on'..
.................................................. ..........your structure shows it!
Drop on this board n get killed, you dont need to go forward, for real
cause when RV looks at ya verses,
it looks like there was an X-tortion...................of your skills!
I'll leave your verse bleeding
from now on, dont post anymore verses unless its worth reading!

^Chump.

Smeh.

That shit was wack,I should shoulder a punch that'll knock ur joints.
You talkin bout structure...
......<---when you use those to get ur point.
Ur style is played,Shiiit you drops stay soft.
Aneroxic lines get pitched..
.......................then get pop'd weigh off!
Wordplay is decent,but faggot cant hack a vet.
i mean if you spit fire..
...Then why havent I cracked a Sweat?

...beeesh.

Against me, theres no doubt this kid get slain, plain
I get my point across like this "......<---" ..?
............................sucka, you did the same thing.
Dont dare step to my stage, remain in the crowd
your lines are ok, but how you dissing me?
...............................when I gave you your style!
Dont think you're nice just cause it happened to be
cause remember, you stole ya whole swagger from me
You faggot with keys, nigga, I built you
n the reason you "havent cracked a sweat"..
cause "only the living can sweat, and I been killed you".

If that was ur best,Wow..You just blew it.
I would show you the window of Op...
...........But I rather throw you threw it!
^Thats^UR style,Then I pursued it before you.
Now sayin ur ^...
..Well I guess Dope wasnt suited 4 you!
Ive been here for a while,You can track my style.
^After that..my punches'll will Shatter an crack a smile.

.Lmao.Ur pretty decent.

If you're driving for the best, better re-arrange ya direction
instead of changing ya font, u should change ya profession
Start takin some lessons, nobody's feeling ya bars or yo rhymes
even when this bout started...
'you came out not seeing me' like you were 'born with no eyes'
All ya flow's lies, beatin me? You cant do it anyday
if rap was illegal, you wouldnt be breakin the law...
............................................cause you cant do it anyway!

.Lmao. Thank You! You're not bad yourself ..

RV's inactive..Buy the look of things,makes cents.
You couldnt spark..an idea even if you changed the Flints.
^Meh,but still beats ur drop by a mile..so go away.
Breakin the law?..
.. know you did,but how many bars did you steal today?
Ur concepts been done to death,plus ur wording is weak.
Yeah you got Deep thoughts...
..Cuz I Shovel Shit an Burried it Deep.
Now plz,Peep that an keep it at ur wording punches better.
I elevated beyond the clouds...
...Cuz This punch put u under the weather.


.Ben Dope.

I'll bomb this child, theif, you palmed ya style
I killed you, n ya soul levitated to heaven ..
...thats the only reason you're "beyond the clouds"
Please, this dude's worse than he say he is
I 'ripped Ben Dope to shreds'..
...................so he had to change his alias.
Dude, stop, cause I aint even begin to bury clowns
n fuck "under the weather"...
enough talkin and you'll be 'under cemetary grounds'
Ya whole shit is fake, you far from what is real
he 'put his ability inside of a pencil' ..
.....just so he could be able to 'sharpen up his skills'.
Try to beat me, you already know the outcome (I'll win)
you dont make sense...
how do you try n diss the dude you stole ya style from?

ha.

Me I got Plenty of styles,You cant keep enough.
Fuck gettin down to the Nitty Gritty..
.............Ill use ur face to sweep it up!
An me using ur style?.Ha.Come on Diddick you kiddin.
Ur Style!?!..
...Now I need to go to Memisis an tell'em You bit it.

^Thats just as bad as it gets,an thats prolly the best of ur spit.
Thats been slept on...
..Im gonna exercise my Right to kick the REST out ur shit.

.... :thumbup:

I'll chop ya in sections, leave you slaughtered in seconds
abolish ya methods, no need in wishin of prolongin ya presence
Rip you from heart to intestine, ya mind n thoughts'll be seperate
offer ya death quick, theres no need for you droppin ya text shit
Stop n perfect it, snatch skin off ya chest to lessen some layers
cause you 'cant stand in my league' like 'fired professional players'
You addresed as a hater, you wanna be called dope so bad?
well, I'll treat you like dope, when I 'chop you up n put you in a bag'

...ha

In dirtpiles-ya-struggle to get free/ I make sure ya style-is-muffled/
Post death-poetry so much, lawsuits being filed-by-russell/
He's not hardcore at heart/ Plastic foam in the center-of-his-chest/
Remember me? The-best/ S dangerous as rabbits injured-in-vets/
Flows that ya show/ Happen nowhere on stage like elvis-pops-up/
Erase-ya plans battlin/ Take-a-grand from this jealous-author/
Bitch can go bribe his teachers/ Still he'll provide himself-no-honor/
A shame people write for you/ like anchorman to teleprompters/

^^Tryna copy my style too? Face it, your style is basic
I would come at you with better lines...
........................but you're just a waste of retaliation!
You'll never stand as worthy competition, you're the worse
'mention my name in your rap' ..
...thats the closest you'll get to 'sickness in your verse'
You far from the hottest, quit boasting yourself
cause you'll be more appreciated if you keep ya post to yourself.

Ur lines are stretched...I'll leave ur spine in hex...now ur rymes is next....
Im redefying u vets...U ran this cypher till I made it so they cant find ya legs...
now it time to rest....u just a joke and a laugh....
I'll blow a hole in ya ass and leave Mr.D broken in half....
now whose ryme style is basic?....seems like U need to face it....
he aint bighting u...cuz even ur best lines is tasteless....
punchlines aint waisted...my struct like latex...
the case is...I hit u wit more bars then braces....

not bad for my 1st post. hit me up if u wanna battle.

This guy's pussy/ Annoyin til ya clean his clock/ Now he cryin/
Heat up his silly life to a clothes/ like being around-the-iron/
The secrets-now-arrivin/ Beause of me, they noticed-a-fool/
That needs avatars & signatures/ So we can focus-on-you/
Otherwise, you nothin but scraps/ Feastin wolves-ran-thru/
Put ya girl on wax against ya/ Stuffed with whole-candles/
No-channels you could surf-thru/ Ya style's easily hurt-too/
After I bruise-you/ You pray for chance like cults in a circle/

Dude your weak wit them cheap,diss's dont try it
If the game was on a self your broke ass couldnt buy it
You aint shit,he tryin to take my style why you hatin
dude couldn't do x tortion to me,
........wit my whole life information

Snitch-named-bricks/ Quickly-fix ya grave/ Ya packed-in-buried/
With your bitch, cause it's strictly-business like halle berry/
Without your mobb-deep/ Along ya pants you lockin-the-pads/
Fuck this debate/ I snatch your 3-0's like robbin-weedman/
Face-down on the floor/ I cock the hammer back, shoot ya knees-fast/
Know ya flow old as dirt/ Who the fuck'll name they crew dreamcast/
Even prodigy & havoc look at you/ Like why the hell you lying-for/
Think-twice, before you sink-like/ Junkies caught trying-to-score/

who taught u grammer?...ur lines is stretch like giraffe...
plus I make ur blood rain like da numbers on ur av...
and just for that weak verse...u need to choke urself...
write that u did it on a thread...then quote urself....
cuz I'll make u sink like black holes when u get close to it...
the hottest thing on ur verse was....when that bull shit was finally over with...lol

We got anotha nigga runnin his mouth from tha south/
we got anotha nigga we gotta put dirt in his mouth/
naw, we gonna do somethin different to him/
like dismantel his body by puttin bullets thru em/
no need to choke urself, i'll do it 4 u cuz/
sting u with tha glock, with tha yellow and black jacket, buzzzz

wat the fuck was u thinking?...u must be on something bubbly....
I cant follow the cypher...it say to get at the nigga who's above me....
and for u...its not possible...unless u jesus himself...
its too bad too...cuz ur rymes needed his help...

Predictable as ya sigs, split your dome til death's-pictured/
Only thing we about you is, you 'still' can't spell 'nigga'/
Fakin religious like witnesses claim, he say-the-best-dropped/
When he talks Jesus, he refers to slaves-in-sweatshops/
Complain to me like you preachin somethin?, It's no revival/
Walkin all his whole life, all of a sudden, he owns-a-title?/
Mad that we know you like blades, clingin to-the-hard-meat/
Acting wack as robin williams, no wonder he's new-to-rv/

now if u was hood....ud know how Im pronouncing it....
the only way u steaming...is if u get found in shit....
Ur whole verse was sweet...bitch u clogging arteries...
and ur rapname...is as played as ur line about the RV's...
and u know me like blades clinging to hard meat?....
WTF? Im like ur little ass dick dawg...hard to beat....
cuz I dont need titles....I beat net thugs for survival....
Religious? Iv seen harder verses written in the bible....

Liquidfy your corpse when beef-stews, trap you like campbell's steel/
Why hassle with this false battler, hot as snow on lambeau field/
Why should I take ya serious?, you compliment me the whole-verse/
Only reason he's strapped on the shoulder, brought his own-purse/
Postin our battles like flyers, wishin one day that somebody-focus/
It's because of the sorry verse you created, why nobody's voting/
Bite-the-hand-that gave you health, I gunbutt ya with the handle/
I leave-you-lost-free, you feedin-off-me, don't mix-the-scandals/
Think you got an advantage in here, by just postin-ya-best-raps/
But I'm Fresh, you the pitbull getting shot, chokin-on-beltstraps/

WTF?..are u for real?....no-one want to merk em?................
X is killing the mic.........when the batteries stop working....
u should quit while ur a head...bad enough I let u spit.....
u actually wrote 10 lines? WTF?...cant u summerize that boring shit?.....
dawg....I didn't even read it....just the 1st line....wow....
if thats the hottest shit u got....then I just stompped the fire out....

cant some one else get on this....that whole back and foward shit get rediculouse for real...get some one new on me.

I Got 6 Lines To Show Cas The Fact Im 6 Times Better Than King
See I Keep Raising The Bar, But The Bars Still Wont Let You In
Meh That Shitz Played, Probably Already Been Poted On This Board
You Claim Ya Punches Lift Cats Off The Floor, Mine Jus Leave U Floored
Is That You In That Avy? Never Mind Rapper You Look Like A Backing Dancer
Bit Self Glory, Im Terminally Ill And No Raw I Aint Talking Fucking Cancer

Meh...

ok...wat was u thinking....this my stomping grounds..u cant fit the shoes.....
it must be coincidence....I just came from ur moms too....
ok that was weak...but I'll whip u till ur back burst...
Mr.rapverse can get his ass perched on the sideline...wit the rest of his wak verse....
I attack first...take ur ass back to church...were hedons who dont believe in
Raw king get they ass merked....

w/e

fuck a raw king, i'll smash hes head in with door pins
you about as know around here like a couple of orphens
you wanna talk about money, nigga start extroting
befor this nigga ryde on me, i'll be know for given raw king a royalty abortion
close ya mouth, or the 45 i'll help you keep it open
i'll rip ya corney ass flow like a Tee on hulk hogen
this faget ova here tryin to diss,
while hes ss behind a computer chair even scared to pound keybored with a close fist
i'll put a gun in ya mouth while u watch ya bitch blow dick
she was able to blow six, so befor she left... i give her the rest of the whole clip
so dont approuch me unless ya monkey ass wanna it for-real
cuz when u resive this bannnana, dont think its gonna peel.... for-real! BRRRRRRAT!

rexless huh..? nah u need to be named restless ya rhymes r tired
less will come when u bleed ill choke u by ya own mic wire(mic in sig)
lyrical miss R~S~S they call me and i Redirect Systematic Situations
a diss by me makes ya skills self destruct and heres ya demonstration
watch yoself i apply pressure insure pain drain tha knoledge from ya brain
take lessons im tha stressor no cure to tha insane ya hopeless like a recked train
wit hostility i stractch holes in skin make lacerations create fear in my associations
i send animosity but ya cant defend yaself cuz u aint x-man ur a low illustration

kid u no match for me like retierd smokers,
u'r flames fire hopeless, blood drains by the tiers on ya focus
lets name the best emcees who post up, REXLESS u jokester
rhymesosweet??, so he'll get hit with the thing in the hoster
i bring pain to emcee, your gas'ed in ya head and ya car on empty
i work hard thats why ya envy, am like a vest that deflects all the shots u send me
so if u wanna go to war i herd iraq looking for killahs
i walk the talk, u stuck at da mirra trying to figuer out whos REAL-LA
my punches are head-ach to emcees...When they feel'em,
The God of Rap, so when i put my hands on him its not to heal-'em
i'll stangle and angel my position to mangle this box-head whos about to get triangled
lets lango but mention my name-bro, and bee the one who'll get sting-so
u not wanted so u gots to go, stunt'in like u running the show
unless part of the marathon then we see how u run-in-the show
u so pussy we cant tell if he coming or going, but im dumbing and knowning
if u ever rip me, i'll have my moms put in work sowin... MOTHER FUCKER~~!

Ya ass kickin's evident as cheech & chong, advertised ganja/
Only thing you'll do before ya perish, better rap in christ honor/
Braggin-cash? He lacks-to-have exact change for the biscuit/
So he pleads his word door-to-door, like jehovah's witness/
Ya mamacita's lips guided, to deliver my head shots-this-tour/
Madly pissed but silent, this spic with attitudes popped-by-four/
Injured beyond healing, like his pickups, they're not insured/
Meaningless in your life, I figure, why hold this hostage-for/
His debates more petty than greg gumbel-bob costas-wars/
No wesley snipes involved, when these blades shank-you-too/
Mixing religion with mics, stealin more than kirk franklin-do/
Fuckin-disgrace, cock back the hammers to, bust-in-ya-face/
The best surgeons wouldn't get the motherfucker-replaced/
To push-a-T with malice, becomes his idea to own-just-clips/
Just callin him rex-less, cause his flows never cold-blooded/

Send ya physical-to-the-doctors, pain's critical as a mobster/
Whinin after he's bruised & battered, typical of a toddler/
I'm employed at KFC, & ensure chickenhead ho's-are-done/
It's like weed in this league, you can't receive an 0-for-1/
Complain, cause raw-kings are slaine, without special-teams/
Reduce to peasant, find it pleasant cleanin restroom-pee/
Split ya skull vertically on stumps, so that the lumber-divides/
Your rap position symbolizes, this verse's number-of-lines/

yo dis nigga spiitin like he cool,
prolly on his computer dressed to kill,
not knowin dat i fuck all his shit up once his blood is spilled,
we alll know dat shit was prolly rehearsed,
thinkin he rappin a ill verse,
dis pussy nigga dont even deserve a hurse,
matta a fact dis nigga dont even desearve my verse,
maybe we should hit him wit a still face and make his brains disperse,
den rape his bitch on top of his body and quench her thirst,
dog gon it i really wasnt gonna say shit
but when my trey spit
it leave niggas unidentified like space ships,
leave him more sour den the rocafella split,
dis nigga prolly wish he could kiss my ass,
so he can taste my shit,
given dis nigga ample opertunities,
read dis nigga like da davince code,
flames money and hate aint new to me

Still Dreamin ENT.
Holla Bac

u think u a crip wearin them black and blue.
but wut u dont realize is thats how ima leave u.
fool, u style sucks, quit now, cus its not to late.
u like a retarded person trying to test his fate.
u dont belong here, and no one would kiss ur ass.
davinci code, unfolds reading CRYPTIC IS A DUMBASS.
X got better rhymes, and he puts them to practice.
but fool u still got a chance to leave with out harasment.
some of ur shit is played. and ive seen it before.
but u got a jugurnaut as an avetar think u hardcore.
bitch ill leave u rolling on the groud gasping for air.
ill choke u with ur own mic cord till u see i dont care.

Who the fuck is a cryptic, this guy's feminine as bright-lipstick/
I kick-his-ass/ So doctors stitch-a-mask on him like Ipkiss/
Sick of bitches-like-you, my flows'll clog & cardiac arrest-you/
For snitchin-by-two, you should've spilled out of test-tubes/
Too dumb to see con-artists wit green, buck-you-in-the-face/
Your skills-reachin high? He still-dreamin, a fuckin-disgrace/
Talking about chicks? It's my dick, your bitch greatly-honors, bastard/
The only pussy he fucked in Detroit, asks for eighty dollars after/
In ya hometown, ya better off dead, the way hoods-extends-proof/
I pay-my-respects, but really feel like, it should-have-been-you/

I'll stomp on ur mind frame....and leave the pictures blurry....
pull ur brains out ya mouth....u aint the south....just cuz ur style is dirty...
u a bitch....spitting long lines like a barber shop...
u battling the greatest...I spit them flat lines till ur heart just stops....
I'll X u out 3 times like the beer company...so why talk?....
cus if X writes the "jump-Off" that just means they scraping em off the side walk...

Either ya smacked-quick-or-shot, Raw King turns amateur-ho/
So even addin-those-dots, won't help ya characters grow/
Call me T. Soprano/ The way I see ya own flow, extort-thru-trash/
He use barbershop so much, Ice Cube needs endorsement-cash/
No wonder when your wifey, has my nuts seduced, she's taken/
Like bills, when it's dues in this rap-game, You refuse-to-pay-it/
Unstrap spines like removin-a-back-brace, Seen what he-made-of/
Dying on tapes like saw, Got ya wonderin, Where-he-take-us?/
No compliments, his lyrics uglier than a heavy bitch wit blue-thongs/
Flowin style as raw as saving food, they already been chewed-on/
Cold-tradition, even during prohibition, I was slangin-all-the-beer-too/
Dethrown this king, I've seen better crowns, hangin-off-my-rearview/

Son your whack.. im phat
i sat, heres a phone hold dat

LMAO PWNED

wtf?....Rey....u just killed the cypher....u fucking ass.....
6 line min....but thanks for keeping at 2...ur stuff is trash...
Its time u taken out...I bite ur legs off like the muffin man....
and do the same to any fake nigga who think they running this fucking thang.....
U need help kid...I write rhymes but I'll spill ur ink like a felt tip...(thats a pen)
U from toronto...but I Raw King'll still Can'a'thug for impersonating me like Elvis....

w/e

Gopha bitch, well known on text sites fa bustin kidz
let mah punchez hit, leave ya vision more blurry then ya fuckin sig
so like Canada I KNOW you dont want war dude
Raw King? wtf is that? tha nickname ya boyfriend made for you?
so screw dis fool, to fuck him up I dont need a reason
i'll overthrew this pussy king like committin treason

Gopha my nutts...u hanging on me like some one elses baggage...
dawg...aint u know Im a savage that'll ravage u faggets and leave u scarred in the chest like Saget?...
U new comer...I'll tiger uppercut u till u throw up....
then punch u in ur lil ass boy chest till it blows up....
and it takes year for fake niggaz to gather skillz...nigga Im the dream....
but If my sig looks blurred to u....then maybe u should wipe ur blood off the screan...

what a wack bitch..... you a raw king?
your wackness exposes the real thing.
fuck this kid and his fuckin mugshot pics.
only thing on rv you gettin is a post full of dick.
believe the hype man its tru you fuckin suck.
think your ego's blown up.. bt your wack shit still shows up!

wow^...ur even worst the before....is that really u? I thought ur were supposed to get better at this...not the other way around...a/ewayz

was that supposed to rhyme?...I guess not...atleast if its theory...
I turn my brain off to battle u...If I dont..I'll baffle u by mearly speaking clearly...
U wak like a nigga jerking off in his room....
talk about my pic? u look like RV's ganetor...drop the mic and grab the broom....
I'll put ur ass in a tomb...cuz Theory dont speaks facts....

If u dont beleave me...just read that^....
U'll never be shit...even if u came out the wrong hole...
and the only way Ur blowing up...is when I let ur lil lungs go.....