your not talented, weak styles is all you demonstrated
you talk to fags on concepts you related
your weak as a cellophane wrench
the only style you omit is stench
If I had to describe your style from an animal it would be a fench
cause your fragile, and I'm agile, I kill you casual
I'm drunk punk so don't say shit about my spellin
I opened your girls puss and you fell in
a tight style skeem is what your dwellin
but that's all I'm tellin

CHAMELEON u fucka, i jus dont get u
how can sum1 with so many posts spit shit like u do
u think ur good but ur heads swellin badly
beginnas r pickin on u too easy n gladly
ur a simple target, a sitting duck wit big wings
bet ur scared of the fone every time that it rings
makin u jump like a girly, screamin at mice
cookin n cleanin, ud make a good wife
so fuk off now bitch, go tighten ur pussy
work on the streets like any normal hussie

aight j u sucka i got somethin ta say
while i spray this verbal ak like a semi auto or my guage//
u got me pissed so now u r dismissed like i saw through shit
thats all thats it there goes my brand new hit list
wit a gang of fists from all these lil bitches get pissed//
speak lisps ..small words get lipped or chin checked
it aint disrespect it prophelatic saturation while im mentally masturbatin these lines like droppin dimes i tell u one mo time
u need not look ta find i split ur fuckin mind like i jus dropped this line//
i think thats it i dont need this time ud get crushed

Alright Kid..you blew the candle out/
amount to somthing different cuz your spittings out of sound/
no ones listening to you/ your shit is out of tune/
heres a stapel for your face to leave a signatured wound/
fuck staplin your face with a stapel/
Im stapelin the whole stapler through your face at an angel/
then runnin your remains over with an extra terrain wrangler/
im leaving this one short cuz the rest is for my boy/
go ahead g, leash on this fake ass and deploy....

tag team action, muthafucka we packin/
some real serious shit/
to spit at ur spit/
shit on this KiD/
and dropkick while he's whackin his dick/
to OZ, wait pause.../
hes fightin with fists, but Im like Wolverine fightin with claws/
frost is left up in gawze/
thats it, thats all/

sorry if we broke the cypher rules....but if Kid wants to be a hater in the first place...get the fuck out of here

12 cent hooligan or 12cent whore?
i fuck then bitch slap yo moma n she asks 4 more
dont think u shits got ne rap in u
102 posts and u still rap like a shitsu
shit u, aint nuthin, my dog can do better
he can hardly bark cant run jus good 4 chewin sweaters
u gon diss ne1 then please try me
i like it, its a fetish handing out these beats
now go on this is ur chance 2 make it
hesitate or get distracted n ur history will get faded

another 12 cent diss, how old can this be?//
this next lesson by me will be free.
3D is weak like cheek to cheek freaks//
no paddle in this battle straight up the shit creek
the only "fetish" you got is the one ya mom's bought//
at the gay porn store called "dicks galore"
come outta the closet man, it's alright//
i anint homophobic like your shit aint tight

what kind of gangsta comes from ohio/
ya shouldnt be here, ya dont fit the bio/
we see past you, ya dont have to lie dude/
but since we're dissin im gonna get rude/
are you retarded or just cant conclude/
what the fuck happend to ya hairline,
you look like 1 of the 3 stooges...

lilsmokey im not gona say much about u
ur rhymes stink, ur shit.. and then thers roux
u can diss all u want til ur hair turns gray
but u int insultin ne1, u put rappin to shame
tryin it on wit 3D like u dont wana bone him
its obvious u wana suck him off then lick round his whole rim
all this "dicks galore" is just in ur imagination
u homosexual cunt, get off at this station
ur not wanted here, u drag queens cant rap
none of us need any of ur shit spittin crap

i still gota meet a human being hu dont want me
either 2 fuck me diss me or copy straight off me
but sleazy jus hit a whole new low
only including me in dat weak shit is enuf 4 me 2 blow
i aint gon rip u though like i shud do
coz u a new boo, a screwed fool dunno wat u gon do
but word of advice 4 u a muthafucka witout a life
b careful who u talk bout coz i put ur life 2 a knife
and we c how it stands 2 it
diss again and i mite get influenced 2 use it
hit it and leave bruises this is how i do this
dont b foolish from now till death do u part
leave ur lyrics at home dont battle b smart

three dimensions of divine intervetions
your rhymes less than perfection like broke contraception
lies and deception prove false like intentions
you lost all your weapons and oh did i mention
3DEEZ NUTZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I see your a Bad Boy like your little Cartoon..
I'll eat your Chunky ass up, fuck the fork with a Spoon!
I'm new at this shit, they call me a Light Weight
By the time I'm through with you, You'll be my Bitch, My Mate.
Here's a little lesson I'll make it sweet & Quick.
Whats it feel to have a Little-Itty-Bitty Dick?

What da fuck is dis!
 

Who you supposed to be, I'm sayin what da fuck is dis//
I guess your kickin metaphors like you were ludacris//
Da chances of beatin me are 1 of million//
I spit cold fire which will fry da chameleon//
You probably rapped longer than me but I'm lyricly tested//
I will never be a rapist but I'll leave yo rhymes molested//
What type of person are you Gee to think you are so sick//
You couldn't beat me at rappin if I was yo own dick//
You spoke those nasty verses like I was some hoe//
You said more nasty words like you were on da Howard Stern show//
You thought I wasn't spittin man you still ain't learned//
If you play wit cold fire you still gonna get burned//


I thought I told you Gee//
That I will choke you Gee//
Arithmetic spit bullets that will automaticly fold you Gee.

You ain't heard shit yet. I'm jus gettin started.

ok, im jus gona skip the last 3 posts
go straight to 3D cos he thinks he knos
wot hes doin on here, wit his virtual knife
but no, hes a sad cunt who needs a nu life
hes all talk, a fucka wit a fuckin big mouth
but if i c u, im gona go round ur house
n take a gun to ur brains, to ur heart n to ur dad
then take ur mum wit me, n fuck her bad
betta than u used to, betta than ur dad could too
id fuck her up big time n make her more loose
so if u get a stranger knock knockin on ur door
hide, take cover, cos itl be this sleazy whore

sleazy_j Yor a Sick MotherFucker
But I got beef with another CockSucker.
ArithMetic....You must be a Chick
Cause all I hear is whining from your bitch-slapped lip
Mathamic you can count, no doubt
Here's some simple addition: You + Me = You KNOCKEDOUT
Then you go on about spittin Cold Fire
Here's Some Physics MotherFucker,When your HOT you rise higher
As for rapping long? Yo, I'm new at this shit
The diffrence between you and I is I'm Talented bitch!

yo mendz,
i dont know what u tryin ta do with yo style but ru tryin ta start new "its cool to be wack trends",
u only been on this site fo 14 posts and so far u got no friends,
u a ho from toronto, eh?,
now what i say, is u cant rap and yo styles is cheap,
get of this site this wasnt made fo emcees so weak

trill who u tryin to drill
u nothin but a homo who aint got no skill
please tell me u werent tryin
that shit u spat its got me cryin
so how about u get off this site
because everythin u spat is a lot of shite

See...it's lil'herbs like you that get me laughen//
tRiLLs spit got you cryen?? How the hell could that happen??//
I think it must be cause your soft.....a lil'girl maken up words...//
sayen 'shite' for shit?, oh so i guess you'd say 'bat' for 'birds'...//
I'll split you in thirds...Tare out ya spine from ya back//
Shoot threw ya knees and hear ya bones crack//
I got my chrome strapped, you just felt the evidence//
So pubsy stop the ''Fronten like you hard look" and take a look at elegance...//
I'm the closest thing you've seen to mean wit a taste like peppermint//
Wit rhymes that "stomp heavy" on "turf" like "athletic elephants"....

Razh

who u shittin ta talk bout muffuccin elegance??//
u d one who's bitchin n talkin bout them elephants//
why u braggin bout pudsy peed his pants lyk ya neva peed urs//
guess u juz one of 'em retarded kids from rkelly's decendants and whores//
splittin shits in third hah..u a nerd??//
laugh out now at urself cuz u too is a herb//
rippin u off is like spittin senseless verbs//
Merazh stop believin ya got rapper blood lines in ur nervez//
kid u aint worth my time ....//
honestly..u rap like u aint worth a dime//
hol 'on a minute imma finish u off on d spot//
although this cat is a beginner i can handle a 12 gauge and release a hot shot//
leavin u helpless on d ground unconscious//
nobody would kno until they release results of census//
Fuckit imma stop cuz if i dont u would be insane//
strapped with strait-jacket like Saddam Hussein//

I just fucked shiznit in her ass and came on her tit's
she has no wit's, that pussy smelled like arm pits (eww!!!!)
she's nasty but I still dicked her down cause I wanted to degrade her
I ripped her pussy up like an alligator
to every one of my need's she loves to cator
she say's, "chameleon I love your penis, will you let me choke on it?"
I say "yeah but you also have to buy me chronic"
she say's, "I'll do anything for you daddy, I'll show you my pussy gladly"
but like I said "it smells badly" usually I get pussy smellin like candy
I fucked shiznit at the beach and got her uturus sandy

haha, that kind of sucked, but that was some good dissin still

whoa...looka hurr....some1's been talkin shit bout his mOmmA//
daWg qUiT teLLiN us hOw SmeLLy it Is cuz u caMe out fROm that FuccIn vaginA//
stop triPPin..u shIttiN mE..that u alwayS gOt SweEt canDy pussy?//
we all know ya only Get one'S liKe centuRy-OlD tOOtsIeRolls frOm uR owN pAintrY//
here ya fuccin chrOniC... ChaMeleoN//
he says.."thanKs shizNit ur wOrTh mOre ThaN a miLLiON"//
"fuCk it im out" I say as I go on//
"geT Ur mOmma Now so u would Have a smeLLy pussy to ride on"//

ho you'll get no play any day you come around my way
you got no game you lame, you'll just get fucked and left asray
your pussy is colder than an igloo, you smell like crap from an emew
your a inbred girl wearin panty's for your dad that are see through
I got the key to your house, when ever you see me you rip off your blouse
but then I say "gross!!!!" you got leperacy, your ugly naturally
the only reason dudes like to fuck you is because your ass is fatter than chris farley
you suck my penis while I'm smokin more weed than bob marley
then you say "am I a good fuck?" and I say "hardly"
every weekend you have a fuck party
and your the only girl there, you just crawl from guy to guy with no underwear
suckin and fuckin then you just keep truckin
gettin fucked makin sloppy sounds and your belly got's your belt bucklin
that's why when I bend you over I'm always chucklin
so just keep lickin this dick and mumblin and hummin
for my dick your alway's bumin like a ciggarette so your mouth I cum in

hello boys and girls im friggyt and im hard

friggy t is like "look ma im freepostin"
sooner or later all the people is gonna see is boastin//
jus fo postin ima stick ya to tha roasta have u crunchy soft like bread-crumbs in a toasta//
my lyrics leave u dumb, numb, wit a jizz-full shot of cum
might a missed an hit ur mum//
ima kick it make sure this shit in plumb(square like housin)
put u back in tha gutta cuz u a stupid bum//

kid frozta...u gonna get burnt by this rhyme like a toaster
ur rhymes cold as ice...u act queer like putting up a george michael poster
this cyphers continuing and i recharge and amplify
none of yall can even diss me so dont fuckin try

jambo i come at u like rambo strait in mud camo
break off this lil man yo//
toastin an roastin is the way im boastin those r my lines that
ur steady coastin on
hows that fo recyclin ur bitch made n bitin//
have me fightin..mad leave u in the wind like a fad(fading trend)
thats right bitch im the big bad..mutha beatin u worse than ur dad
look the newbie done got had//

this kid is frosted like grnd mama's hair
fall out ya chair when you hear i'm there
swear you don't care but you checkin the mirror
fear got you bare all filled up wit terror

oh look its roux that punk ass gay dude
dont u get tired of bein pissy uve wasted ur last 10 posts tryin ta
diss me//
after today ill set up a battle like the marlboro man ill herd u like cattle//
slap ur head strait make it rattle run back to ur mommy lil bitch so u can tattle//
ooohhhh whats the matter ur such a silly fagget ill splatter
ur head til the floor turn red fall dead end up given head to the mortition//
keep writin ur petition cause dealin wit me ull end up like my competition wit repitition found dead wit 8 in his head//

i aint religious but sweet jesus!
u sound like a fuckin pop star rapping like cartmans teachers
u make me sick i might regurgatate
i think u need 2 realise rappin aint da game on ur plate
but i can c y u think dat ur da shit
u got 156 posts and spend all day suckin ur crews dicks
2 u dis is da life n u made it
tell ya wat gather them all up and we c hus mouth i leave tasteless
all of ur friends from 7curse 2 mr.spit
although i mite change my mind u shits r 2 easy 2 diss
heres da thing yo, ima drop n leave dis rite now
i aint battled in ages and i can still make fools look as big as bow wow

Figure me out
 

Dis verse is not yo issue I can shatter yo tissue. I'll be burnin dis GEE MC till da end of time.

You probly ain't religious but you need it in yo life//
Da only god dat you have is yo lyrical fake vibes//
I've been hated by many and confronted by none//
I'm tired of you hangin off dicks like handles on a gun//
All of whos friends from 7curse 2 Mr. Spit//
You a 3D nigga 3 chokes or 3 dicks//
You ain't battled in ages lets not get excited now!//
My missionaries kill you and not Bow Wow//
You couldn't touch ma flows//you couldn't even come near//
But yo mamma was to close// but who cummed in her ear//
You gonna tumble up close// and crumble in fear//
But ma flow turn yo 3D down every 2 years//
You ran in dis game you shouldn't fuck wit dis beast//
I lay ma easy lead against you// and let you rest in dis peace//
And treat you like 50 cent and you might hit da streets//

ARITHMETIC, jeez u think ur mr tough guy?
pickin on 3D like a pussy, n makin the fucka cry
u guys is pathetic, u got no respect for no1
not even yaself man, chattin shit like u got none
u shud both jus shuttup now fuckas cos ther int room for u here
now run along little children, othawise im gona hit u with fear
gona slap u, murder u, fuck u up n slit ur wrists
hang ur head on a signpost sayin 'please take a piss'
ul b drownd in sewage like u fuckin deserve
n no1 would giv a shit, theyd jus kick u to the curb
so fuck u man, fuck u n this world
leave this to sleazy n his white diamond pearls

ay yo sleazy, so u got white diamond pearls, what are u Mrs.CLeaver? ima impale u with my lyrics then steal ur soul like soul reaver, let it go dawg, u dont got tha skillz, only bling bling u got is 1 dolla billz, so u say ur a murderer, do u do it for fun? wait lemme ask u a better question, HAVE U EVER HELD A GUN? u should take ur advice and go slit ur wrists cuz the more u keep postin, the more u get dissed, u drown peeps in sewage, otherwise know as ur pool u try to defend 3d so he thinks that ur cool but everyone can see right thru dat disguise u got no skillz its just bullshit, and lies

illizuon u doin nuttin but causin yo self confusion
too many big words urself u found was losin//
while im abusin n musin(laughin) cause all those lines u was usin was stupid//
like a oop(alley-oop) kid i do this from the three point stain
my lyrics leave ya verbal in refrain no end to the pain //
i brought down like rain wit hail like pain must i enslave
ur life n put u in the grave or a long dark ass cave//
my style be all the rage dont try ta cage my adreniline can end this case//
nah ill jus bash u up wit a vase spray ur eyes full of mace after i left my shit up on ur face.. 100 get at me lmao

this dude is a bitch, watch as i rip off both ya tits
and put em between ya legs so you could say you have more balls than me
you claim the best? well the accusations are false to me
the only time kid frost is hard is when i frost this kid
then i'll toss this kid, so he shatters all over and then mathmetical prophieciez would have to say they lost this kid....

I bet you think ya real tight tight, running with my crew//
Or is cause you pack a 9, ill put ten holes in you//
Forcing lyrics harder then you take a bitch to date rape//
But you couldn't get ya dick up ya had to use scotch tape//
Stright from my boy 3D-- Sweet Jesus//
You think you fucking hot--I can't believe this//
I think I'm about to be sick//
Cough up spit and shit shit//
Like you did when ya dads dick when to far down//
InFumUz muthafucka, you know we don't fool around//

o boy here comes another one spittin shit about "packin his 9" // why is it that all u wannabes keep using da same line?//
its aight tho cuz ur so inferior u best realize the one whos superior// whats this sudden obsession with the dick?// now thats tha kinda shit that begins to make me sick//
where is ur vocabulary? whats tha matta? did u lose it?//
dont post that shit on here cuz peeps will just abuse it//
dawg all ur worst dreams will turno nightmares//
when u battle wit me, and u die right there//

damn! is it just me or did you bite that last line off of benefit?
uh oh, i think i caught you....i bet this dude is regretin it
i'm killin this cat, ya return is indefinite
watch as i overcome this obstacle and turn this optikal iluzion
into a large mass of nothin which is obviously confusin
everyone laughs at you cause ya style is obviously amusin...

aight dawg good shit u caught me on that one FUCK FINNALY SOMEONE WHO LISTENS TO REAL HIP HOP!
but anyways back to the matter at hand
u think u standin on ground, dawg u standin on quick sand.
thats right its an optikal iluzion
and it'll send u through a vortex of cunfusion.
u have yet to understand that i rule with an iron hand,
or better yet a fist, battle wit me, ur ass will get dismissed.
and by the way homie, its kinda strange how u say u won 3,
but rapbattles says differently,
that dont look like a 3, that look like a 0 to me.
unfadeable huh? well that seems like a lie, cuz u already fading and i dont even have to try
-to describe how primitive ur style is
ur never gonna make it in the show biz
*props on your flow, that shit was tight*

unfadeable is a disgrace his mother his father cant even look at his face//
when he was young they misplaced him so they wouldnt have ta mace him//
his future growin dim like a fadin fade jus old enough i could be ur dad//
oh that makes u mad u upset cause he molested U?
put his shit to test made it rest in u//
now optikal is the next one callin me out
im pull the strap n show this nicca what im about//
no need ta pout jus walk away like a man
or get flipped like pancakes in a saucer pan//
u fucked up callin out the fam cause like "pam" i spray u wit non-stick to end this constant barrage//
this diss make u wanna take a "hajj"
cause as befo u cant escape my dodge//
run u down cant duck or dodge be hidin from the world like that homie Robert Hodge//