its comin for u thats why ya mummas begun to cry//
u better go ask r kelly how ta believe u can fly//

now isn't this sumthin, what has this board come ta,
u bums been exposed, stealin flows from tha dumpsta/

If you"Jacked' off" to a picture of "Jordan" you still couldn't bust on the "mic"//

my rhymes are a sliver// the stab and infect//like a needle intact and inject//mess wit me and be wrecked// ur insults are a defect

'Reks' attacks are 'Thin', like Crakers, ya 'Writz' are Weaker than, Holy Fields 'Chin'....

Fuck Text You Cant Run Shit, Even If Dieareaha Hit..

livin' decisions wont b made cuz i'm gonna kill u wit precision usin my fuckin words as my blade

That wasn't apunch dummy... a punch is like this
GridLockDaFelon challenging me? This dude sucks
Closest he came to a "free-style" was complimentary hair cuts

cameron if u knew betta u would sit down b4 i begin tha hammerin'//
this rappin' kid dont kno shit hell cant even spit anything close to this rip-n-diss//
miss ya mark as i trample ya head causin tha concrete to b stained a nasty-red//
said enuff i think i did becuz i got this kid's death certificate ready an coffin ready no get in so i can shut tha lid//

Uh... yea I didn't get the punchline
U mite be "B.R.E. 4 lyfe, but u won't when you die
SO I'll take ur B.R.E.-ath away leave when try 2 freestyle
Taking it back to basics like as in hokey pokey, in a game-of-multies
I'ma "spell it out for you" like a rapper's version of HORSE
even "up north" u can't come with force, because of course
ya source of rhymes is starving so I'll give u some food 4 thought

yo you want food for thought well lets give you a full course meal/i'm handin out lyrical tip so cats will know the deal/what you speak is weak shit u couldn't elevate if u was on an elavtor/i'm da realest boy u just an imitator/originator of da punchline u couldn't spit heat if i set u on fire/u couldn't stop me if you was brakes/so please stay off the mic for heavens sakes

//no heaven here cuz Grid is about ta commit tha "Seven Deadly" sins i fear//
//spear ya first then pack u wit lead from my nine as i am about ta burst//
//curse ya i dont need ta cuz ya rhymes so whack ur personna decives ya//
//"Eagles" stop at nothin ta get what they seek n like a bird-of-prey ur my victim feasably weak//
//streak internals about ta run cuz no need ta try Grid's numba one//
//pun in ya words no rhythm let alone nouns-n-verbs i merk ya ass on a tank of lyrical gas filled only one-third//
//heard ya desperate cries for help tha police arrive ta find ya hangin' from a noose barely alive//
//thrivin' off tha dead i kill i come back ta severe ya head but u died in hospital from "shock-trauma" they said//

why ya'll posting useless essays, read the forum,this aint the frontlines
Even tho ur crappy raps make me laugh I don't see any punchlines

ive had hardert disses/
from your fat missus/
while she was washin the dirty dishes/

think you harder than R. Kelly at a childrens playground,
you aint nothing but a lost dog from "Homeward Bound"

This fool thinks hes a gangsta he needs to take an Ebonics Class
Cuz when we said we wanted crack he busted out his ass

bitch you look like you never heard-of-me,
you think your the shit, you couldnt be the shit of you were a turd-in-me.

the only time you seen heat was when you were taking a shit,
matter fact thats probably the only time you've ever mad a "hit"

yeah son what u said was cute/but to tell the truth i heard betta lines from mutes/

firesquadgansta you need to quit 'flowin'
your words are put together worse than a Somoans

i brung some weedkiller, a harvester and a book full of words/
to exterminate you faggot, you know why? you're a HERB/

nicca u remind me of bugs bunny
u know big teeth,big ears but wait...u aint funny

-1-

I drop more lines than columbia :)

Ya raps r like ya location dawg cuz there 'non Existant',
u talk about the future yet u aint even in the 'presant'//

i dont do lyposuction/ I am not a surgeon/ how could i be afraid of a big bad 20 yr old virgin??

crazy loco psychopathic u dont know your own mathmatics even if u paid a penny

your shit wouldn't hit hard if it fell off a 30 story building//
my verbs leave gashes like menstral blood spilling

ya talk about building yet ure always fallin down,
i should call u twin towa the way ure levels on ground/////

i'm "underground" nigga, like subways and artifacts//
you just commercial pop, nigga, pre written shit like" pre-pressed levis slacks"

nah kid whose really evil like ernie then say that u are/
cus i bring chaos ta rb like i was a superstar//

who really gets it?

it's called a "punchline" but you aint punched shit//
swing like hell but you still aint hit

Nigga you like Micheal "Jack-son"/
Beatin the rush to k mart cuz lil boys pants are half "gone"

nigga where u get this whack style from
u would'nt sell 2 copies if u made a double album

I see you "Just Don't Give a Fuck" well i'm gonna apply it/
you stole that bar from "eminem" and don't you dare deny it!/

i ain't deny shit bitch its a good punchline,
but not as good as the one I lay on u dis time,

"like a breach birth I'll tear your shirt apart"

that metaphore you layed was weak it had no relation/
and youre far from Dope like CrackHeads on vacation/

AYO,

' LOOK AT THIS-RUBBER-RAPPER, HIS LINES ARE LIKE WRAPPER
I KNOW MORE GEANS THEN U DO WEARIN A DIMPER
ON UR HEAD, U JUST GONNA BE DEAD WITH UR POETICAL
DISFUNCTIONAL DISPLAY, MAN UR JUSY GAY PLS USE UR LOGICAL
MIND, CUZ MY KNOWLEDGE WILL EMPHAZZE
UNTIL U RELIZE U GOT CURCUMIZE
CUZ UR LINES JUST AINT MY SIZE
OF VOCABALARY//

mystic you got no metaphores/
your punches are like your sex life...they dont score

what the hell is 'Iced6969'
alittle 'short' off the bat when it comes to crunch time?

unfire, that's cold just like ya lyrics//
your verse is like a "hanson" record, no one will hear it