M'CO IF YOU'RE WASTING TIME THEN LET ME WASTE YOUR LIFE, INSTEAD OF TYPING LINES YOU BETTER EMBRACE YOUR WIFE, CAUSE YOU NEED TO BUST SOMETHING CAUSE AIN'T NOTHING THAT YOU SPITTING HERE, MAKING MY DOGS MAD WITH YOUR LYRICS SO I GUESS IT'S TIME TO START SNIPPING EARS. AND TALKING ABOUT LILO AND STITCH, YOU BETTER OFF ON A CORNER SELLING KEYS TO GET A HIT, BECAUSE YOU ARE ANIMATED, AND AFTER THESE FEW LINES YOU'LL PROBABLY NEED TO BE CREMATED, AND BY THE WAY YOU KNOW YOUR SENTENCES WILL NEVER GET RATED, I HATE IT, WHEN CATS SUCH AS YOURSELF THINK THEY CAN START TO COMPETE, IT'S A GOOD THING THIS IS ON SCREEN CAUSE IN PERSON I'LL LET YOU GET THE REAL FLAVOR OF SWEET DEFEAT. AND IF YOU MASTER YODA REMEMBER THIS IS YOUR LAST EPISODE SO MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU, CAUSE IT SEEMS THAT YOU'RE LOST AND THIS IS A HARD COURSE TO GET THROUGH. PICK UP YOUR LIFESAVER AND PRAY FOR SKILLS, CAUSE ALL THAT FLIPPING AND WACK SPITTING MIGHT GET LAID FOR REAL. YOU MIGHT LIKE THAT THOUGH, SISSY BOY! STAY AWAY!

Ice-Berg,you ain't shit,sounds to me you on DMX's tit.
Your name is unoriginal,just like your rymes they half digital. Me,I'm slippery like dial,and just like Mcdonalds says,I'll serve you with a smile.
You're a crook,you took your name from a Ruff Ryder book.
I guess you have the Exit Wounds soundtrack,cause if you listen to the last song you'll know Ice-Berg is wack.

He sayz serve wit a smile cauz he wants his dick up ur ass/
gotta queer noob here who posted his first but aint gonna last/
big nick is inverse to his stat of small dick/
he just a trick bitch wantin a quik fix from his fag clique/
u can call this ur fischer price my first post/
but u got da chinese made imitation cauz ur ass is shit broke

above me:r-cypher...jus clownin dun...



yo,r-cyphers seems to me like hes got a homosexual fascination//
cell block veteran,you rverse left you a big openin,well more then usual//
its crucial you drop your cypher coz elevation of your skills is futile//
you like the dun out the crucible,get decapitated,mad hated,an dissed-as the biggest ass pirate rapist//
fisher price dont want your shit...you scare kids with that shit,got yo face masked//
one glove on prancin round a kindergarden lookin for ass to grasp//
yo soundin like somethin outta a 70`s horror movie,cept im readin your shit,an its far from groovy...
your skills took a vacancy,like you receivin compliments you manly//

....blah to battle raps ahah.....

atetrack must've bought his rap from eckards
like a fake thug runnin his mouth with no records
you keep spiitin your flow while you tryn to be boss
I'd give you more respect dog if even you had a loss

mystahbiggs refrain from rhymin homy why'd u even post it
u couldnt be a guest on any rap show let alone host it
fuck da pit ,bitch, its on da leash ill just let these rhymes eat u
ur rhymes are like u they suck i bet Baby "Birdman" would beat u
im da rookie but i come with heat these punches are the tech
i dont think u notice dog u have only one win what makes u think u gettin respect

lol... clown

what the fuck you talkin bout? that flow seem to just drag on
Damoon is the place that mind seemed to have land on
I can't believe you had the nerve to call me out by name
if you had a show it would be called "the losing game"
I must admit I was wrong tellin atetrack what he should be
cuz your a one time loser and you get no respect from me

You call yourself mistah biggs but my flows are contagious/
Just one bar will stop you from postn' up on these pages

new nigga..

you thought you could use two lines to speak your piece..
you softer than that bitch standing in front of your leaf..
i don't need an avatar/ or an image in my sig..
i'll just burn you/ and leave you with my position when i spit..
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HOLLA BACK BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dumbass kid forgot the YED at the end of his name, HE's DESTROYED
you justa wack bitch, get off dick NO-ONE really WANTS HEMROIDS
weak at ryming, SLICED the middle of ya BODY ya week ass DYING
only chance of beatin me is when you see OPRHA Winfree FLYING

weak flows and wack punches, this kid's embarrased,
the shit you spit here shows that your style is "Kareless",
i put sickness in ya life kid, dick in ya wife kid i'm the next to drop,
you couldn't write four lines if drawing a box on connect the dots,

connecting dots that's the wackest bar i ever heard/
you were kareless when you wrote it cuz that shit is absurd/
yes im about to analyze every word/
in the dark side of my mind above an ignorant nerd/

assassin is nothing more than a slim jim
with two asses in his name for him to stick in in
his lines are based analyzation
but how can he read without an education?

rugby got his flow from "wack r us"//
shit flatter than two kids hit by a school bus
vocabulary simple like retards on crack//
if writin rhymes was dinner all you is is a snack

Gotta show me somethen to impress the best//
Since you ain't, roux that faggot that'll get shitted on his chest//
Rhymes ain't worthy, best bow for you get broke//
Dumb bitch thinks of 'Cola' when I speak about that 'Coke'

Razh

fuck this screen battle i think u should worry about ya health
that wack shit u wrote-u couldnt sneak it in a song usin stealth
but i guess thats u fagget bitch yeah whatever floats ya boat
u aint got one grain of nicotine,homy, let alone coke
i aint even gotta see ya i let these rhymes choke ya throat
dick ryders and pussies yeah gon and represent for ya folk

your nonexistent son/ nobody believes in your flow..
flyweight means/ 'too light to even take note'..
think twice before/ coming to a cypher where ive posted..
your ass is pork or duck/ you gets roasted..
negative wins, negative sig/ your negative kid..
negative flow, negative typing skills/ but youre positively bitch..

i cant belive ya flow, u square, u worse than checkards
fuckin newbie, look at u i can make boobs outa ya record (00)
i kill with out layin a hand on u but i bet u gonna learn
u face hell when u come to me, guess its your time to burn
so dont eva come after my flow, bitch dont even try to battle me
ya rhymes are broke- oh wait u r to ya record shows ya salary (00)

talkin' bout records when your nil to one
motherfuckers like you defuse their own bombs
you're right about one thing it's hell against you
cuz your lyrics are weak still think your styles new
if your the moon bitch then here comes the sun
you reflect my skills cuz i'm number one
in case you can't count, you ain't a hero
your battle record suggests 1 comes after zero
talkin' bout salaries your skills can't make shit
bitches like you only make people sick
so i'll hit and i'll spit while you lick on a dick
you think your sick but your shit i toss you up in a pit
you think you ride or die, this coward just runs
with you tail between your legs like a bitch while my guns
blast at you, bullets harrassin' you
drop to the floor, you stay poor DaMoon who?

Now its my turn to blast Deceit,
this coward's so scared cause he can smell his defeat.
I won't say shit about ya fucked up ass spit,
cause everyone whos read it knows it sounds like shit.
You say you number one but ya sound like Ja Rule,
I guess thats what ya get from butt fuckin some other dude at school.
I say that shit cause I know its somethin ya like,
Maybe thats why there ain't no seat on ya bike.
Ya say you got a gun,well I think the saftey is on,
Maybe you should learn how to use it,cause I'm already gone.

I see you only have 7 post is this your first day
you think you the shit cuz you called a nigga gay
you say you gone well don't cum back
especially on that nigga's ass crack
I ain't say this shit to spoil ya mood
juust thought you'd might like a date with kooldude
i'm so uncuth when i step in da booth
to battle niggas who think they can freestyle
you wanna fight me cuz you saw 8-mile
lyrically speaking, ya mind is leaking
so get ya head right 'bignick'
n wen u do, you can suck my dick

M'CO YOU'RE GARBAGE LIKE EARLY MORNINGS ON MONDAYS AND THURSDAYS, I GUESS THAT'S A HERB'S WAY OF DISPLAYING HIS WORD PLAY, YOU AIN;T GOT NO HEAT FOR US THAT'S WHY YOU CURVED JUNE, MISSED JULY, AND SWERVED MAY. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GOT THAT RAPPER'S NAME EVEN UP ON YOUR ICON, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR RAP NAME IS EVEN ON THIS SITE SON, AND SINCE YOU SPITTING ALL THAT GAY TALK I GOT THREE THINGS THAT WOULD MAKE A PERFECT FIT FOR YOU SO JUST BITE ONE. SO I CAN KNOCK YOU OUT WITH MY FISS PLUS MY LYRICAL DISS, I GUESS YOU PROBABLY ARE BEST ON THIS SITE TYPING ONKEYBOARS INSTEAD OF IN FRONT OF A MICROPHONE MOVING YOUR LIPS. OH SO YOU WANNA TYPE CAUSE YOU SAW KRUSH GROOVE, I TAKE MY RHYME TO YOUR FACE PUNK AND JUST MUSH "KOOLDUDES". YOU'RE WACK SO CHECK ME OUT ON THE PRIOR PAGE, BUMP A 401 K PLAN I GOT 401 REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD RETIRE THESE DAYS.

This nigga IM whacker than tha dude he tried 2 rip,
You country bunkin don't be spittin that south shit,
Hush your mouth bitch,
Follow my path i'll tighten your style quick,
Wit my lyrical vice grips and tools,
Half tha niggaz here is whack i spit it sick for you fools

mr.mayhem, i'll slay him quickly, it's ridiculous you spit with no skill,/
shove shuffled cards down your throat so you can tell me the deal,/
to you it's hard to write, you can't see like Red Fox on Harlem Nights,/
you silly cat, battle me, you get one shot like gunfights with Barney Fife,/

docta prodigy spit flows weak like the common cold versus SARS
lemme guess...ya momma always told u to reach for tha stars
u talk bout barney like u r is bigest fan
u the barney version of 'Stan'....lil boy Dan
u prolly sheltere talkin about one shot like you evan got a gun
the only bullet u ever evan heard of came from the mouth ofbig pun
u actin like u ll droppin ya hottest lines in tha cypha room
callin for battle will lead to nuffin but ya doom
now go on then.....cry home to ya ugly ass mom
so she can call u a bitch then help u put your suspndas on

i've come to put you in slumbers, or a 3-day sleep,/
you couldn't get with Doc if you was a dude whit a PhD,/
cat's ain't feeling you like handless blind's and braille,/
I got mo 45's, and 9's than when your mom gets on the scale,/
this dissing you is best settled, dawg you're false hot like dead devils,/
+ the opposite of your name because you will not see the next level,/

Wut the fuck is this kid doin?is that a Matrix picture?
Say wut up to your mom cause I really missed her
And while your at it clean out the condoms I leaft in ur sister
But back to this lil faggot you bit your name off two really rappers
Doc Dre and Prodigy wouldnt appreciate this lil faggot actor
Who say he a rapper and act like he black but every1 know he white
My style is nice like Pacs yours is bitten like Big Sykes

Team Star Never Will Make The All Star Team/
The Closest He'll Get Too Fukkin, Is About His Mother In A Wet Dream//
Ya Verses Are Like A Lame Party, They Be Gettin Trashing,
You Must Be A Fag, Havin An Avator Of Pac Flashing//

how u gon' talk bout the guy above u bein a fag when ur a pedofile/
look at ur avator U GOT A PICTURE OF A LIL CHILD/
by the way the guy above u's name was teamsta not team star/
so maybe u should learn ta read before u try an' act all hard.

You Fly Weight? Im not one to hate, but nigga you light//
How you expect to beat a brother if your mother is dyke?//
And your name? Its bit, give the man a little air//
I'll leave ya life cut short like your avatars hair//

Un Skrypeted Is Like An Old Shakespeare Script, Thats Been Played,Knew All His Old Words N Lines-Equivalent To A New Born In fatness It Weighed//
This 11 Yr Old Net Nerd-Sits On The Net N Shoots Blanks When Coming,Ima Scare This Bitch, Similar To His Avator Ima Make This Square Start Running//

Killer Kassious shit softer than tha chair i sit on,
My shit is hardcore and nobodies ready,
Don't be surprised if you feel shots burn in your skully like a bad head ache,
Chill out unless you want your 6th loss

Next Time In Ya Verse Mister-Why Dont You Try To Rhyme,
Those Old Next Loss Thret-Is So Old It Had Grime Even In Its Prime.
16 Wins In 5 Lossess, At Least Aint Pussy To Not Battle,
I Play Ya Words Like A Game-Then Play Ya Skull Like An Instrument Just Coz I Like Da Rattle.

i've peeped ya style and...


your a dyke, a bitch, fought in ranks, its only right ya slid
shot with blanks, and ya disses are 'minor' like ya ike tha kid
im fast with rhymes, this geek is dumb, when i grasp ya spine
then unleash a punch, that'll crush ya head to half its size


lmao, im a fucking demon, get off me...

your name is all wrong, cause as u see your record is zero to one
u couldn't b the end if u were shootin niggas at the beginnin b4 it has begun//

YOU CLAIM U THA NEXT LEVEL / DOG PLEASE I 'M THA DEVIL / I DROP BOMBS ON U LIKE BUSH DID SADDAM / MAKE U CRASH LIKE U WAS THE CEO OF ENRON /

Ima Like A Priest-Ill Make Ya Deceist But First Ill Turn This Devil Holy, Got Wack Clotheslines For Punches-Just Like A Wrestler Ya Image Is Foney//

Dropped on some loser whose name is Killer Kassius
Played out "Priest punchlines..." raelly that's fantastic
This (w)rapper is see through so he should be called plastic
When the real rappers go at it, I'll give u an early vacation like the Orlando Magic
I'm T-Mac without the T, Grant Hill without the Grant H
I'm got the best flow so theres no need to debate

Ok wow that was really weak,
Saying your T-Mac more like Bimbo Coles freak!!
I'm like Jordan cause of the 23,
Inches that is, talkin bout my pee pee
I shoot better than Shaq at the line,
You're really cute, will you be my Valentine?

Kidding I don't get down like that, but I might,
I'm kidding once again, I don't fuck with a hermaphrodite:D

First off this cat doesnt even know how to rap/
it sounds like a whore stuck on crack/
if u had nuts i'd kick u in ur ball sack/
cuz im fucked up like that/
matter a fact it only took a buck to get yor mom in the sack/