Diss The Person Above You...
 

Exactly What The Title Says...
6 Lines MINIMUM

Note: I Move Threads Once They Reach 10 Pages.

yo sp4de is gonna dig you a whole new grave//
Axe E. Um better watch out 'fore i splay//
and when i do youll know about it/ it will be comin your way//
your pure wack/ ya lyrics are poor,they lack every potential/
to ever make a-good-rap//
this aint my best/ but you should still be wearin a vest//
cus when my lyrics penetrate/ theyll run straight through your chest//
there like speeding buillets/ and theyll make you look more of a mess//
so take a guess/ and leave this an rest//
cus when ive finished/ youll wish you had the best/ and not stuck with the less.

shotgun blast to spades back/leave u no time to react/ur blood spills and fills in street cracks/ur body's smashed by concreate slabs stacked/u spit wack raps dat show me u can't compete/leave u lifeless blood soaked concreate/go ahead and spray/u'll miss while my shit hits everything like ultraviolet sun rays/ppl will talkin about dis hot post fo days/fillet u alive/from dis lyrical onslought u can't survive/u dead/eyes roll back into ur head/died by da heat/i hit u wit shots in yo sleep/u expired wit 15 holes burning threw ur sheet

fuk if I had "wackness" ..it means I "mirror-your-post"
an I see I got ya "crackin mo' bombs" then "terrorist jokes"!
starin a ghost, an can can't be seen like "cal n sino"
I got a machete' to have ya face similar to "al pachinos!"
you waving in losses an you no "swimmer-rite"?
fuk he must be riding dicks" his record looks like "blinker-lites!"(0-0)

lol

cannabars suffers from many anal scars/by far da worst cracks i've ever seen/especially when he has blood gushing out of his spleen/ur record may be 5-0/but my flow blows away ur rhymes like a rookie mc defeats a legend in his prime/da crown is mine/gat to ur head so i can blow ur mind/ur back collapses on my knee when i crack ur spine

Gunna XL Consider yourself on thin ice. If you post in this forum again you better follow the rules. You have just wasted too much time out of my day erasing your posts! Follow rules of the forum please!
~Bounce~

Bounce... He's Fine... If You Just Hit Enter In The Middle Of His Long Lines... He Has At Least 6 Lines Compared To The Shortness Of Other People's Lines.
-Axe

See you're a baller in ya sig, with ya wins as 4-1
but like ya skill i see that's fabricated, ya still 0 N None
this is fun, cuz i see this Gunna's really outta place
cuz he got XL in his name and all around his fuckin waist
take a taste you fat ass fuck, you can have my tootsie roll
while i leave scars all over ya face, like Al pacino.

^^^whatever...

Now u done it, its my peace u disturbed/
I think axe made a mistake when he called Gunna the herb/
big men in ur ata, when all u r is small/
U just a minor leaguer like them kiddies in hardball/
but im major, mutha fukkin "Houston" and "Astro"/
But u just the most hated, ur name Fiedel Castro/
U the kinda person, who Bow Wow could could rob/
cuz u the biggest fukkin pussy on RapBattles.com/


[No hate...lets get this thread goin...]

im sorry but when i spit you know its gonna never be lame
only benn here for a couple months and already get all the fame
its all good tho cause i'll need mades
you bitches know thats your life story you know the part where yous get played
my cds so hot you know soon t west wont be able to resist
with that i'd like to say fuck you come again when your ready to get dissed//

Time to black out this black guy
cause I'll 'pea' on him like a black eye
I'm formally chockin this punk like a black tie
then beat the color off'em and
splatter the murder scene with black die
have his hommies kneeling over his body screamin " Blaaack whyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!"

The sizz sux, an' his punches r "mediocre"
Seal in Pandora box, intell hes seein "ogres"
cans "stormin blox" rains in "sees it's chaffeur"
sizz's "doors on lox" opportunity "reads it over"
he's "endoring cox" like deborah CD's"
punches are full of shots' like Celebrities in teens"
leave "full of shocks" in a "electricity steams"
your flow couldn't rock" throwin "pebbles in2 streams"
step over ya "dreams", an wear ya "lower scares"!
till your dead in a scheme, all wite like "polar bears"
put lead in knees, so ya "caps" follow-way"
ya flows mo' "off-date" than "calender on holdiays!"

..haha.

the first thing i say is fools display thier scores
and yours is like 5-0 so just gets ignored
line for line you'll find canna's barz are incomplete
in inverted comma's "should i arrange ya first defeat"
cos with those skillz ya got the word hot ya not
ya sub-zero, frozen in time at.. A WRITERS BLOCK....

yo deva im here to try and releive ya
u say u can rap and honestly ma i beleive ya
not.. how can i... i would be lyin, tryin, to be nice
but its not my style even a bitch will get the slice
throw the dice throw a double u rappin on thin ice
now u been deemed to the darkness where i play
better get on ya knees beggin for a saviour when u pray
im gone now just make sure u try not to decay
i will leave u ugly as hell so u have nothin left to DISPLAY

look at his punch ...error of "spelling occured"
you couldn't deliver a punch bein a "pelican bird"
im "sellin your words", so ya "hart is defeated"
an "compellin u herbs" in the "garden of eden"
look is this fag from "uk", in to vets passes
ima "dis-locate his career" cuttin his' "internet access"
your cyphers r mad ugly, ima degrate ya wig'
an drop ya numbers har' like ya "matrix sig"

yo u think ur rhymes r hott but them shyts r not,
them shyts are whack them shyts r lame make ur bitch scream my name,
pull the trigga on a nigga cause im scarya,
u cant see this area, cause ima barrya,
6 ft deep juss cause u got malarya,and H.I.V b cant u see me when i roll through the city with sum weed an a phillie.\
u niggas wanna be juss like me sike u's a broke ass nigga wid out a mic. ~1~

the resemblence of hottboi to ass is too uncanny
cuz it's the truth that hottboi is the picture in his avvy
I got savvy, N for this shit i got game
while i leave hottboi's face all red and blue just like his fuckin name
think i'm playin?, dude ya disses are weak N nothin less
N all ya punches steady gaspin, like they're fuckin outta breath
you need help, lyricall enhancer for this hot boi
N put his text...keyboard and computer on rhymin steroids

730, what the fuck name~is~that?
He thinks he's tight, but his game~is~wack
Fuck this brainless~crap, where the real MC players~at?

Ya worship Jay Z, crazy bitch, I could pound~'im
While I leave your eyes "Black", just like his final album
I've ripped you limb from limb, so here I ask what now~scum?

Look at little boy Fury posting his first post...
And ta even do that, he posted with a ghost.
Didn't even write that crap, yet claimin it's his...
Don't know why, it sucked, ain't fit for tha biz.
Hot bitch avy, only here for you when ya online...
Cuz she ain't real, and neither is ya talent with rhymes.

yo u fucken 34 year old skelaton head
ur finished,yer cousin n the right is also full of lead
get a fucken life,all day and nothing 2 show
this kid couldent rip even if he was on blow
shit cowboy,u from texas,y is u tryna b the hexen
ur done,get a new hobbie,maybe in the electric chair n lexen
my bad,this fake already been toasted and been there texen

skrawni your punie your rhymes flow right thru me/generic as i thought those rhymes are sold and bought/ everyone knows that your fake/you shouldnt have made the mistake to test your fate/now your done with no expression cause when i hit you its like a 6 foot erection/im ready drop right on your face a fucking lyric thats so outa place/ im a rappist and your my bitch im giving you everthing from herpes to syphillis/thats what i thought your wacker than me/ oh by the way heres some hiv

stfu u suck & belong under a spoke of tusks
stick 2 audio cuz kid u suck at text,u fucks
cap u and stick ya corpe in a ratio of gear
then make it a gear ratio,ur done sit back and stear
fuck im tired as hell but i merked you in less lines
niggas bars so stretched,had to ad / jus 2 finds

you merked me yeah rigt /0-3 yeah thats nice/im eating you like uncle bens rice/you think your ill and i think its true/but fuck even a 11 year old can merk you/so intelligent with the basics/your just a dictionary lets face it/thats all i need to say im done/ but its cool this shit was fun

barney style.....that sthis cats terror/
he bitch like lipstick....eye liner ......and mascara/
blow ya ass away like ash , past the last era/
get ya homies to jump me....ahhhhh thats betta/
now we gotta fair fight/ i spit darkness and scare light/
you shit pants and stare like/ " damn i just got dun"/
beggin for the mic back like " geezy i just begun"/
" you aint gotta get all serious, it was just fa fun"/
" I know im wack and just a dumb/ cat rappin to catch da funds"/
i spit hip hop with true passions defined/ while you behind/
and need to do kat,chup like HEINZE/

geezy you need some elevation, actually dawg more then your hair...
you not just wack, your a flamer, who gives a fuck if it's fair...
i'll sadly execute you, use a hand saw and plyers...you culdn't get on the cream if you were fucking bryers...
i'm not a fighter actually i am, break you in ten, easier then bench pressing chinks...
your battle raps are probly older then the kinks...
skills is none, i'll fill this gun, spray you with water until your grill starts to run...
by the way what's your name, oh yeah geezy should call your self bleedy just like a cunt...

better call child services because theirs no excuss/
to be that wack so fuck No Abuse/
I watch this ho missuse rap like it toilet tissue/
so I got an issue with you that's why I diss you/
put your ass back in that closet and never miss you/
cause those are'nt soldiers those are mercenaries I sent you/
look how scared you are but it's time to get deported/
cause that weak shid is foreign and I'm here live to report it/

damn i just read it/
i was too slow and got beatin to the punch by red sizz/
but this one is foe no abuse/
your shitty style and sissy lics are the reason no one notice you/
take em back dawg, i aint jealouse they just bogus dude/
you crews aluminum/ mines a golden crew/
you the prototype wack mc they molding new/
a confused fag going through/ sexuality confusion/
you chose to battle but lose,n/
and catching a swift sick ass kicking/
he better than me this cat trippin/
so let the session begin/
he act tough but his blood types is estrogen/
alright, ..... of all the dirt mcees you the best of them/
but you'll still get put down like the rest of them/'

WHAT THE FUCK, THAT AINT GO A FLOW/
YOUR WACK LYRICS ARE ALL OVER THE SHOW/
I TOLD YOU BEFORE, BOY, GET OUTA HERE/
YOU MAKIN YO'SELF LOOK EVEN MORE QUEER/
ASK VERSACE WHAT HAPPENS TO FAGGORT BOY GAYS/
THATS WHAT IM DOIN TO YOU - KILLIN YOU IN MANY WAYS/
THIS IS VERBALLY, NEXT TIME IT WILL BE MENTAL/
THEN I'LL PHYSICALLY DESTROY YOU - FEEL MY POTENTIAL/
JUST LOOK AT YOUR NAME GEEZY - YOU SOFT/
YOU GETTIN ME VEXXED - REAL PISSED OFF/
WITH YOUR NEWBY ATTITUDE THINKIN YOU CAN BRING SUMET NEW/
MAN, I'VE GOT BRICKS IN A BUCKET WITH A BETTER FLOW THAN YOU/

Gazanova, this kids like Hussein hidin out in Bosanova
a pussy assbitch whose show is ova
It'S Young Black, ya worse nightmare
i kill niggas in my sleep, and without a gun i'm feared
i roll wit a army, murder faggot niggas like this bitch above me
jack off to ya picture, and the sight ain't lovely
this shits to easy baby
maybe you'll win a battle, naw man i'm crazy

Young Black is weaker than Kunta after his whippin...
No breath in him, so it's only text when he's spittin.
Never met a mic that he had anything in common with...
Doesn't cheer tha Eagles, cuz winnin...he's allergic to it.
Another dumb kid with Pac in his avy, dick ridin tha dead...
Never knew Pac's work when he was alive, ya praised Nsync instead.

Yo let me get as this bitch name YOUNG BLACK/you're a pussy, you fuckin young cat/ya dumb rat 4 postin on the cipha/the mention of my name will make u shit in your diaper/I'm hiper than ROWDY RONNY PIPER/I'll bite ya, poke your eyes out when, I fight ya/light ya, ass up like a HOUSTON ROCKET cause, I spit flame/now answer boy, what's my name(BLACK FIRE)/So, don't you forget that/ if, u spit at, you best believe, I'm gonna spit back/
get clap like a dick in bad pussy/ you fuckin rooky/

whack as shit his names black fire//
the kid wus never real so he cant expire//
i spit it at u like daffy duck from looney toons//
after i eat cherios im bout to murder u with my spoon//
mutha fucka heres somethin u understand//
throw u a little lube ya mom said use ya hand....//

du' spit grams' wait for ya call' n "carry the booth"
your 2 deep, your wins a lie.. "i burried the "truth"
u dudes' creep" ..he's piss-poor "can' rob tha nigga"
cuz 'only time u blowin up' is "head jobs to triggers!"
ya record is terrible, for th' posts that u twig'
so i'll leave holes' in ya..for each "vote in ya sig"
im hopin ya big", cuz this win is in th' "tarots hav' spoken"
you can't bite this "bugz" mi' fukkin "karats" r golden!

cannabarz he thinks he the definition of illness, (sig)
cept he uses ghost writers my rhymes are the realist//
this guy thinks hes a fukin boxin ninja robot?, (sig)
I think he needs to get his game together its not hot//
hes half the skill of cannabis n can only spit half his barz,
he steals his rhymes like jackin' running parked carz//

bugz bunny ill kill ya with a mic/
instead you jus hide behind this site/
you would never step to me in a real fight/
if u did u'll be fucked worse than ur mom last night/
leave ur face lookin like freddy kurger/
ill snap ya back like lex lugger/
tell u to suck a dick while im pissin/
i didnt even read ya shit to see what the fuck im dissin/
if u ever wanna battle again hit me jus listen/
when im thru with u u'll look worse than a man that jus went on a sucied mission/

well considerin i aint getting fucked im laughing/
cause i was with your mom last night giving her passion/
thats whats happening/ stop the bullshit/
i was sent to halt your rappin/ and all your gassin/
your just flyweight/ a punk pussy/ a chump/ no my weight/
you got about as much rap as last minute gifts/
while i got more than christmas presents/
who the hell let this guy in here/
ill shoot the bouncersjust for letting this chump enter/
see your pretty much garbage/ this shit you just spit disregarded/
harmless/ you softer than clothes washed in downy/
try praisin rappers instead of clownin/

yo wyte assassin, whack mutha fuka who bites off dre
cant think of ur own rhymes, dw i got dis shit made
ur rhymes are shit and will slowly fade
like ma screensaver on ma pc
i'll say ma shit, and fly off like e.t
yo homie, not one wud wanna suck ur dick
fiesty shit, juz like ur mums clit
i aint evn gotta try to spit
but its still like acid, burning through ur shit

yo wyte assassin, whack mutha fuka who bites off dre
cant think of ur own rhymes, dw i got dis shit made
ur rhymes are shit and will slowly fade
like ma screensaver on ma pc
i'll say ma shit, and fly off like e.t
yo homie, not one wud wanna suck ur dick
fiesty shit, juz like ur mums clit
i aint evn gotta try to spit
but its still like acid, burning through ur shit

this cat bout as fresh as the dead skin on folks with lepracee/
withoutthe use of lotion/ without truth you hopeless/
you another one/ why wack mcees flock to this site like locust/
im wonderun/ why they let you submit/ that option should be erased/ put you back to guest faze / and only let you visit/
im the shit while you only smell like it/
hip hop emergency!!!! this cat needs help writing/
my styles flyer than kites n/ brighter than lights when/
the parties over/ so can that shit/
and leave peacefully b 4 i smash ya shit/ ash ya shit/
no more heat no more smoke/ clean you out like my life/
no more weed no more coke/


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Oh My God! Geezy, do any of your lines rhyme --
a think u shud proof-read each line every time --
the way ur goin, ur gona get a bad reputation --
u spend more time on the fuckin animation -- (smilies)
your an embaressment to this site, the whole of RB --
disgrace to this industry, when you call yourself an MC --
ive already ripped you in 6 lines, should a carry on --
yep, 1 last thing, ur a good fuck according to Elton John --

huck too-u...-spit dis bitch to oblivian-from Birmingham-
rip this ho from his eldoradoe-like a livin son of sam-
hand-n-hand....i'm fuckin da freeman wit my dik in Sand-
Got the plan?...Run...-I pack a punch that always Lands-

Freeman?....more like Busted seman born wit less Meg'd Ram-
Brain molecules D'plete'n....if this was Battle...I'd be D'feet'in-
Slap-n-Smak turn his Dome like his Avi Scratchin Bak-
Free's the Kinda Bitch I spit an whip right inta Back of Cadillacs.....

Carson, my man, changin names again ta play this game...
Like you, my loss record sucks, but at least I ain't ashamed.
Cuz I got backbone, stand up to tha haters, and you can't...
Ya spine's weak and brittle, from takin too many backhands.
Bitch Slapped literally, till spirit's gone and replaced by a new CarsonJet...
Ya tha man of a 1000 names, too bad not one of em's been talented yet.