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YOYOYOYOYO
*Throws up weside sign, rips out his 9mm and lets several shots inthe air, then wipes his sweaty hands on his dada jeans and eminem shirt. methane is toy changed his name from colin to elroy YO YO i swerve my car i leave textees scared and burnt they call me methane i have more rhymes then urine sheet stains *points glock at screen and starts bustin shots. BOUYAH |
^^^ Should I really respond to that ?
"Get off the net" are you given your self advice I'm the type that bust through and have your whole famly tossed like rice How nice a newbie with some heart, you don't need so why don't I rip your ass apart Lets start with Image of you haven fun Playen with your self with a fucken water gun Stop tryna be hard this ain't OZ And jus like that homo shit youv'd be cancled cuz |
Sorry bitch your just chase-in a dream
Your 0-3 now its easy to ream You'll want to scream when I rip your tits off Stick up in ur pussy like a guy turn your head and cough Ur done ripped in just six lines i wont waste no more Come back at me there will be more in store for this whore -KeMy$t |
How Are You 2 And O What I Tell You About Ripping nOObs//
This Bitch Shouldn't Reproduce I Should Tie Your Tubes// Take Yourself Out To The Field And Hold The Gun To Your Head// Bust Off Some Lead, Leave Everything Even Your Boyfriend Ted// Cuz The Only Productive Thing You Done Is Expirement With Corn// Don't Think Sticking It Up Your Ass As Experiments Constitutes Porn// |
See this picture in speek ez's space
Thats what it looks like before his mom cums in his face Fukk you, ill rip anybody i want to ive been taken a break But u fukked up bad that was a total mistake I'll show u fukkin corn fields thats where i'll leave you dead Fukkin bust out my mishetti of words cut off ur head I'm the fukkin KeMy$t, ill decompose you like breakin chemicals Get inside your head, react, and blow up ur elementals You tested me now im pist and i rip out ur heart U should of learned before my rhymes had to start The only thing to be prepared for comin is ur moms cock Instead of a mic u like to smoke on her rock Its over now ill leave the punishment as it is Talk some more shit ull kiss my ass when i run the biz -KeMy$t |
Im harvestin this herb... like sickles in cornfields
the effort u put in is 100x more than the pathetic yield// 'Fuk this n fuk that'... c'mon dawg less of the cussin u need to 'GetOffTheNet'... thas why them fingers is rushin// 6 lines exposed a pussy... now the cunt is blushin 6 9's exposed ur organs... now the blud is gushin// |
This Persons on top of me and i can see her wrinkly-ass,
Didnt Shit, but your style REEKS like some sort of stinky-gas, ud get in my face then get knocked out cause u got bitter-breath, if i dont plug my fuckin nose i might have to consider-death, lyrically rippin you till it seems like your losin your intestines, its a mad riot whenever i spit or Invest-lines its my contribution, i think u better stop frontin cause ya fillin this website with lyrical pollution, so hears my fuckin verse the most probable solution, |
Provocitive provocked me so now im gonna kill him
Grab inside his head pull his body from his skin Leave him exposed like the day he left the closet Got that shit on camera lets show ur mom and pause it You need to dissapear from this site u hear Before I have to put down my beer to kill this queer I'd pass you a beer only if you werent a fukkin bitch Thats alright u had the surgery and now ur gender switched -KeMy$t |
Yo this guy talks about murder but faints at the site of blood
Yo' ask him mom the last time he was on the rag he hit the rug You've used to the Doc cuz your dicks always hurlin This kids been been burnt more times Than a African Virgin Learnin the art is something you can't master I'll spead your ass every where like ya moms legs or plaster |
Talk shit chase...I place 2 slugs in your face.
This little bitch is easy to replace.. In any case you's a waste of space. Only 2 in ya face and gotta whole case to waste... Blow your eyesockets out no need for the mace... The hole in your throat straight thru when you taste... The lead from the shotty pellets spread on your face... Brain scattered in the place like raoches gettin chased.. |
6 lines or it gets deleted too fast 2 read
but shit mod thought a wack guy was in need to see what idiots become if you ever rap like enigie what the hell a sig be? woops asked the wrong herb to answer me A constant breed of wasteful beats and smoked trees to be? A simple white pop singer, singin "ive got love in my panties" |
Yo Insert,
Funny you chose to diss a kid that spits a single line/ You should chose a tougher adversary next time/ I'd be glad to do the honors, son, and serve you a loss/ But I'm just too busy now, your girl is hittin me off/ Should I make you watch me move, while I'm diggin her out?/ Or would you prefer if I "Insert" my fuckin dick in your mouth?/ Peace |
ur rhyme woz a 'twisted plot'
ur one of da newbs i got in stock 2 posts and u already picking fights messing wif fresh, ur lyk an enemy in sight got u on da scope and in range pull da trigger and end ur life wif a click of a frame daz juz a description of how my rhymes go rhymes furious like a fire u being curious, death is a desire dont take dis as a loss, but help to inspire |
yo fresh emcees are got be percecuted,
gon get stuck up, left like banks wen they be looted/ frozen with heat, is here ready to bust on these new cats, so admit defeat, cos i put alotta trust, on these new gats/ an wateva the weather, im hit u hard like gale force winds, im at the end of my tether, battlin cast, with only 1 win/ |
Holy shit this nigga don't know how to count to six...
He musta lost his brain when he was turnin tricks.. Feel the lead the stupid nigga said.. He never packed heat cuz he was to busy givin his dad Head. The rules said six lines fool.. you need to go back to school... Or the short bus with a helmet and a cup of drool.. |
look son you ain't realler than this ill lyrists//
you think your nice but you not like siffilles// how you gonna come wit those basic ass rhymes// your day job probly a traffic wardan givin niggaz fines// I'm a nasty nigga make you drink a "cup full of drool"// fine your mom and dad drowned in the pool// I'ma stop demieing myself by fucking wit this fool// |
Damn... no response... I gotta just destroy myself...
Decapitated from the shoulders... the blade is back on the shelf.. Im diggin in...and feel around so I can check out my health... I gotta grip on my heart and its made out of steel... Melted down carve out slugs and bustin shots at my heels... I hop around dont get hit so I could work out a deal.. But I krush see Im blind with these rymes I reveal... |
im stompin mc's, they tellin me im damn wrong/u aint on a pedestal, u the pedestal for me to stand on/if i had a choice i wouldnt even battle a bitch/cuz she gonna start to feel pressure like i sat on her tits/battlin me, this wack bitch cant be serious/i cut her face, look like her cheek had a period.......
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OK...that was just wack
Someone bann this cunt, so he never comes back. You need to grow a dick I'm fucking flowing better than fucking liquid. Posting here, thinking you're so cool I'm making and taking you back into the old school I'm rhyming fool I'm rhyming cool And I’m making and taking you back to where you belong Hanging of people’s shalongs. Every body no where the real rap belongs Where I come from I rhyme a dope song And I'll smoke all you MC's like a fucking bong. |
I disconnected corvix's cortex like your checks
Put you in hex, rack you worse that when luger was the lex Your wack, I rhyme better on crack This kids rhymes mimic the way he performs in the sack No flow or motion, couldn't get his girl off so she came to me I showed that fukkin bitch wat a real man is sposed to be U been here since July why u only got 3 posts kid Doing to much cid, bitch its time to take out the trash and get rid Kids talkin like he the best when he has to wear a vest So he aint laid to rest when i stick these slugs in his chest -KeMy$t |
OK, I stuffed up a couple of times
So now its time for L rhymes I infect the system like L signs. I'm going to hit you hard and straight into the dirt. Your so fucking fat, you couldn't even fit a Bonds T-shirt. Chesty Bonds, I'm spinning you like CD rhombs Spinning circles around you, Face facts I just clowned you. And if my raps where a river... I just drowned you. Hold you up A freestyle cut This guy ain't a girl He’s an MC slut. Rhyming all high likes he’s balls haven’t dropped. This guy took it in the ass by two cops. So all you faggots that post after me, You're all wack and will never be like me I'm the fucking best MC you'll ever get to see. |
u are bad...
go suck off ur dad... ur shit do i make u glad... skills??u never had... whoever posts after me if a fag.. put them in a bag... and choke them to death... when u say im the best will be ur last breath... |
yo put ya fuckin hands down, all ya look like is fuckin bad-clown/
ya rap like oh wait it's just the cypher forum my record won't get ran-down/ ya nuthin but a dirty immigrant so get with it-lyrically unique? ya not even spiritually-fit-in-it/ so go get sum faith, then come back and give ya best-brain/ wit less-chains and that fake ice ya culdn't switch styles with a sex-change/ i got no regrets, i'll fuckin punish ya and whoeva else/ and it's not that im in a bad mood but ya'll get bad reviews befo ya drop like that damn ELF/(movie) ahaha feel me-----oneeeeeeee |
yo put ya fuckin hands down, all ya look like is fuckin bad-clown/
^damn...i was lookin for talent or skillz...but found nor and neither i don't even have to throw punches,apparently u don't either!... it's like leave it to beaver...cuz wally....golly to that silly verse... ^lol...no need for explicits when i came better wit a 1930 curse!.. truth hurts...u been lied to...look at ur own shit...get a hunch... no where in ur lines..kid...u couldnt even think of a played punch |
his ryhmin skillz got me suicidal, taking pills..
noone feels these blank lines, like siren drills.. 'Blessed wit skillz' why you struglin to pay ur bills.. like SMOKING KILLS you only state what's known.. ur style lacks backbone, you've fallen from your throne.. nigga go get blown, an tell ur hoes u been owned... |
L.T.D. it should be S.T.D.
ur sexual transmitted diseases when im done wit u say hi to jesus fate choose you no reasons my rhymes change like seasons L.T.D...like the dick you fuckin prick you sound like a trick a rabbit with no tricks |
you're the kinda dumbass who'd bring weed to a meeting in DARE
you from "it doesn't matter"... coz frankly no one cares as a flyweight, it appears 5 pounds is too much to benchpress youre type of idiot who'd rhyme a word by resuing it wit an S prolly lookin like a skinny ass tryin to be macho in a wifebeater eh, you have no wins... thats no surprise, either |
but really "GIVEN" to this, is a dick, for this bitch to grip with his lips/
yo quit talkin shit, or u'll be kissin the grim reapa when I stick u in his crypt/ u just all to played out, fuck the rewind/ cuz u just wastin all of our time, like records skippin now/ records skippin now, records skippin now, records skippin now/ u see how fuckin annoying that shit sounds when u speak it out aloud?!/ this shit ain't for lil punks like u to be clownin around/ u either spit real, or u keep listenin to ur beats with no bounce/ cuz u couldn't catch a high, not even off an ounce, or a pound/ of straight home grown, no THC, cuz ur beefs are dead as rotting leaves/ and obviously ur rhymes do change with the seasons oh plz/ cuz they just as dead and dried up as decidious trees!/ (trees with leaves) and that's it, u weak, just go home, sleep on this beef/ and next time bring somethin that's got heat/ directed at GIVEN |
Alright folks thats enough with the jokes
this cats styles are broker than a family of poor folks/ U mafuckas cant even read the six line minimum so how the fuck can u understand some complexible synonyms?/ Devour you bitches whlie stabbin you in ditches find u in the hospital and rip off your sticthes/ |
yo doc get with the program, ya just dissin out loud/
bitchin and proud, listen next ya'll need a be wishin fo a diction and crown/ ya probly the wackest nigga alive, oh my bad i meant-and in every-town/ holidays are fo relaxin, ya culd be a berry butt naked and not get any-attraction/(halle berry) ripped in every fashion, doc needs sum new flows-it's true though-peww soo battle me and end up punta/(ya kno wut it means) oneee |
Yo no beef catastraphe.....you were just the last in line....
No help needed this kids gunna get ripped quick... Pick up this phone dial up rent a chick... "Hello cutastraphe speaking"...shit whats this... Your really a bitch?...Got a pussy and a pair of tits?.. "Of cource i do...would you like to see it"... Fuck off faggot...ive had enought of this sick shit.... So ill put down the phone and put an end to this bitch... |
no beef accepted and no beef intended--------
yo is that wish, talkin bout sum gay-ass bitch/ i didn't really wanna diss ya either way ya'll get ripped/ cut's the kinda cat that doesn't come gently, and if ya seen my last verses-i neva run on empty/ stab ya in the back with a fork, just to have a point about food of thought/ ya bout as true as false, the most fakest emcee-sorry i had to diss ya but ya gambled ya life this diss is fo free/ |
Its the second time you getting dissed by wish..
How bout you listen to this spit.. stop typing here bitch.. You keep on rhyming when your records 4 for 3... Still writing bullshit lines that are directed at me... Well i got some advice and some things to do.. Stab that fork in your chest..cause i'll always be better than you.. |
If I could make a wish I'd make a wish my bitch,
And when it comes true I'll scratch you out like jock itch, Get off my dick and take some time out to work on your flow, Cause your only stats that change are listed after the O, But check it out wish, the only way that you could cum true, Is if you went to jail and let all of the inmates fuck you. |
Take this kid from cincy and check em where his chin be...
First the chin check flex ma lyrix so hot and burn his ass crispy.. You swing like a 3rd grader and always fuckin miss me.. About 10 seconds is all it fuckin takes me... To disintigrate you to ashes... whoop your ass like slaves and back lashes. You pointing to your socks cause thats where the cash is... run you for your lunch money and punch you in the glasses. I take sheff his whole crew and let wish fuck em in the asses... It says krushblind on your paycheck with a percent just like your taxes... |
Krushblind think's he's dope..he can touch minds..
This kid aint got no hope.. dropping played rhymes.. Lets get this in scope..your structure looks like you type blind.. If he had a battle this kid would choke..left begging fo more time.. U sound like the pope..tryin to rap cuz his friends made him toke.. U aint a gangsta u aint even a bloke..fuck rappin ur rep's a joke.. |
ok d abbys/
ur name proly came from ur school for being the only nigga in the D honor list 6 straight years / at this pace ur unborn child ill get his diploma before u and ur crew get theirs/ ur shit was extremely weak/ well i dont blame u been on rb for 4 only a week/ keep ur ass off this site if u not a real mc/ ill crush ur ass once again like bone crusher did jd |
woa dawg, how u gonna spit that my man can't flow
i think your lost...your rhymes have no where to go take those 4 bars back to lyric school and learn how to write i didn't want to murder your words...but i think i might outa place? your rhythm is out of pace i just walked all over you and ripped apart your face now ur stuck weary, weak and without an idenity just quit dawg, ur lines come across without energy |
ayo this shit is with mad beef intendid...................
First off u want a battle, u gonna get one for tryin to blast me how the fuck can Doc Holidae lose to a rap Cutasraphe?/ And dont think ur good cause I took time out to mention , Its natural for me to look when a bitch is brought to my attention/ And this is beef on rocky sea's and Im drivin the boat I swear to God, fucken bitch if I find U I'ma slit ur throat/ P.S. Fuck Cutastraphe (fucken Punk) |
doc son get off my jock, cuz their aint no way ya can blast-me/
and beein that ya fucked this up, like ya life-ya shuld of been dissin-scrappy/ but i'll rip ya quick either-way, ya might as well feed from a page/ befo ya left bleedin in rage, wanta come sick start dreamin of cage/ or necro ya flows got no clarity, no vocabulary, it blows a goat actually/ so go get sum style, then come back with ya newbie-ass/ and try to diss me then and in every sense ya'll be TRULY-CAPPED/ |
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