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Diss the person above you
Exactly What The Title Says... 6 Lines MINIMUM Note: I Move Threads Once They Reach 10 Pages. Go ahead kid's start with me! :shoot: |
bouncydoggydog you from la
playa get the fuck out da way you act all big and tough thinkin you a thug nigga when u cried when u got bit by a bug you think you can get chicks nigga u need brand new kicks nigga ur a fuckin slob i'm gonna kill u wit my mob |
Mc_Merc ... sorry to inform you your skill empty jerk!!
Tempt me worth ... I have you sent beneath the earth ... Just registered .....under 15 posts tryna get ya game up But it's easy to see other things besides your name suck! Your flow is off .... structure could be tweaked here & there.... Who am I kiddin ... you aint even got a punch here nor there... Simplistic rhymes ... Leave you sick like Lime ...I'm sick wit lines Rip your mind, brain stripped in time ... only the gifted signed.... If I was to depict your grind .... it's daily dick ryding for no point ... Cuz you wouldn't win one battle if you gave voters a joint .... We dont like herbs ... but we do be smokin them trees .... With the right words ... even the wrong I'm chokin you please ...... |
technitons origanal he's in for repair/
this bitch so poor he don't got a dime to spair/ how can i repair sumthing that ain't there/ n i ain't talkin about pussy hair cause it's there/ wait ur verse is half good and have bad wiat i jsut fucked up it's completely sad/ so bad it's makin me mad / how can ne body call this mc rad/ |
I saw ya battle versus freezapop, good god you suck
If I called ya out in bitchslapped ya ss would proly duck Bitch jus anutha newb tryin ta rep with the best Put a bullet in ya chest, leave ya wit nuthin less I kill you so fast you be dead fast And gas you cause you dun have a mask |
I beat your spirits ...like a waiter I seat this this Lyric ....
Skills disappearin ...I'm not a magician ur just not allowed near it ... Not dope enuff to smoke this stuff ...IJL'S hopes are crushed... They had faith till I spoke this rough ...hell's ropes are touched Why u front I ghost wrote ur bluff ...Haven't toasted holmes enough Burn'em like an ant with a magnifying glass ...straight scorth his ass I support the mass ...people at this site dont like u we deport you fast I could compile evidence like this was a report from class ... Why waste a while wen is evident so u should get on forth wit the past ... |
Tech go hang by your neck your not even see as a threat..
You think your a vet i got respect but'll slice you cross your neck.. maybe pull out a tech your your avy's only got a hand GUn... you'll get hit and left layin on the land son shoulda ran some.. to get out of my range but i release anger on my page.. Takin out Tech with a gage...Takin techknowledy to the next stage.... |
Take this as a note, In battles ur too shit to get votes.
And why the fuck do u have a wack verse as a quote. Your too shit............Every punch you throw misses. And what the fuck is a technician doing writing disses? U could never flip this, Wins from noobs, Dont be proud. The reason why u never shine, Is cuz ur from a cloud. Your a discrace, You giving me a loss? No fuckin Way. You Tried to throw me some punches.... ...................But they came back and broke Ya Face. Edited- This was ment for Technician |
Method couldnt be less blingin if he drove in a car wash
i kicked this guy so high he finnaly found out what a star was i spit like tattoos i permantly mark feelings and ya flesh i mean when ya suck oxygen in ya breathin still aint fresh ya battle record dont say shit cause half them beaten was yurself yu come in second n e way and went yu enter..yu greetin yaself |
u talk mad shit yo punk ass ain't real
up on dis bitch cause u can't get a deal yeah ya rap style is whack if i ever see u i'll put a gun to yo back cause i'm MX lil nigga known for holdin da chrome find out where u live den run in ya home |
u say kats is on here cuz they can't get a deal
well i guess we kno what happened wit ur rap career they said sorry but your wack,oh and umm.. plz don't call us back so u say your known fa holdin tha chrome but in the end u'll be runnin into your own home so sit back relax put up yor feet, cuz most will admit that ur already beat, once i find out where u ya sleep |
yo
this is gonna be quick
my rhymes theyre so fly they click like the sound of my glock when youre runnin down ya block you actin all hard like you wanna say somethin well you can quit that baby shit you can quit mean muggin ya i said it was quick and i meant what i said so if you wanna talk shit just write back yo biz |
you rhymes is elementary like quotes from sherlock holmes.
what a dawg doin rappin. should be somewhere slobbin on bones. come on now c-dawg-lady you tell me you must be ugly. mistook for a monkey when you folks pushed you round in a buggie. how you get that monkey in them clothes a teach it to walk. got passerbys havin wrecks. tryin to catch grown gorillas talk. i would gone in punch but i aint got the strength to fight primates. just throw you a bananna packed inside with razor blades. swallow that main. so they cut your insides up like box cutters. knowin yo life is now ending. you get sad your heart flutters. i'll be convicted of cruelty to animals by the a-s-p-c-a the judge will say in court don't treat animals that way. |
Dallas rap ain't nothin' but crap you should go back and smoke crack cuz ya verse is wack
I don't gotta try, but I gonna lie, you should be embarrased by ya battle record cuz ya already dropped two I know I have two, but at least I've won more than one, When I'm done youll be run That's right run outta town, cuz my verse is down, I'm a killa clown fuck that I ain't IJL I'm PSA, Fuck a-s-p-c-a, I'll k-i-doulbe-l-y-a, Leave ya resignin' like Marino in M-I-A Why do have a avy of a hand grenade, I'll pick that up, throw it back, Wait... BANG Bury your body parts with a space, throwin' ya gut, Smokie sum crack, Wait... DANG Your dead, it's over, sorry ya neva even got head, I'll treat ya like a jew and put ya in my oven |
Yo ua rhymes are garbage
You spit real retarded Look at my rhymes and the shit you started I'm so dope and your broke, goof thing you never battled me Cause it wouldnt be close, I win easy Foe sheezy, record 7-2 your still suck I kick the village pimp in da nuts. Whatsup |
You say not to fuck with you, shit don't get me started.
Lyrics come out so soft, they sound like yo moms just farted. Come harder at this King of the Jungle, because in this cyper, I'm not even tryin'. I'mma murder you, cuz i'm a battle cat, and you know I'm not 'lion' Whats so special about a cypher dissin this guy above me? We all know this cats talents belongs down low, and i'm not talkin below the sea. |
Kyto, how the fuck do ya say it? Fuck It, I grab the mic from and and spit it/
Another ill verse, and watch i'm Amazin', Your the worse from Utah, and I ain't playin'/ Cuz The only thing in Utah, Is snow and mountains, You got everyone lookin' at you and sayin' Who Dah?/ I'm like the rap baracuda, I rip ya limbs from ya body, keep fuckin' ya up till ya don't look like anybody/ Leave ya bones and blood all in a river, Fer Shiver, that's what they be sayin' up in Salt Lake/ It ain't even a city, It's like a township, ya girl ain't got no tity, whatever it is it gotta dick/ |
Villiage pimp, stilla a middleweight and shit
YOu only win when ya rhymes are bit...froma clit Your gay, cause I said so Biaaaatch Dun Fuck with me or you'll die like lilo and stitch Im bout ta call you out in Bitchslapped cause your beefin wi me Think your a reall MC? Haha giess we'll see |
Oh... your a dumbass, I already got two battles goin', I guess you'd never know, I'd know cuzzo/
You don't battle cuz ya can't flow, typical of anyone from IJL, I bring ya lyrical hell, ONly one way you goin'/ It ain't the straight way, It curves up ya boy's ass, Plus that, Ya been doggy stylin' ya doggs ass/ You like crack, And I ain't talkin' 'bout the drug, You do that then you go butt-fuck a pug/ Don't be mad at me, Your just a wack MC, You can call me out, I won't give a fuck about it/ I'd Rip ya stomach out, Make it flip flop, let the butterflies out and let my gun pop/ I'll shoot you, while ya watchin' lilo & stitch, gay ass bitch, That movie can't entertain your 3-year-old bitch/ |
This guy must be "phat" cause his lines are stretched...
and i don't mean tha cool way, and i didn't mean ur muscles flex... all i was tryin to say is that ur so wack and retarted... it took 4 lines to make a "bar" and tha party's already started... this guy don't pimp nuthin, he's a village idiot period... he called himself on his cell askin directions on how to carry it... talkin bout lil bitches, you got a choice, be one yourself or be a pedo... and he chose both... A: Mentally and B: literally, watchin his daughter through tha keyhole... |
I Leave THis Cat Rated "R"...He So Behin In Line He Thinks He Far.. DOnt Matter Cuz I Take This Kid And Rip Him In 6...If He Was Glued TO a Peice Of Paper He Still Wouldn't Stick...After This He Be Shoutin Wait...Ready Or Not Here I Come Shootin Ya Wait
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If you'd get off the played lines it'd be nice, Cuz I can't be VI More than 3 hundred times twice/
Angellical ya ain't lyrical your more literal in the sence that ya verses are hell Then butt fucked in jail/ Did you order 'em online and get 'em in the mail, you should be offline, cuz ya embarrassin' the site/ your an embarrassin' sight, I think I'm about to go blind, Now turn around, Let Mike Jackson in ya behind/ My shit is blind, It's delivered on the spot, I'm anghellic like Tech N9ne, Fuck bein' angellical/ Ya verses are clean, I think they sung by my church quire, I'm hot it takes one shot to romp/ Get a easy victory, Trow ya away usin' a trajectory, That was lame, I know but ya hole verse was lame/ |
So Slow Dissed The Wrong Man....He Prolly Livin In The 50's Playin Kick The Can....I Leave This Kid Like Cereal Raisin Bran...Rip His Arm Take His Life...Break His LEg And Take His MiC |
my "hole" verse was lame when his came out his ass?
quit talkin about fags when u in a sleepin bag wit Everlast... your a post too late cause it took a minute to make... mines take about a good 10 secs 'fore your know your fate... fuck-a Kansas City, born and raise Tech N9ne dicky rider... this is wat happens when you face an actual lyrical figher... talkin about old, only winlist current victims on his list is Whitelightning... tha rest were just noobs who came online to practice typing... |
fatal lyrics? oh hell no, supposed to spit 6 lines...
if your not banned for that u'll be banned cause you can't rhyme... and that be all that's serious like historical flow-time... enter tha Matrix to copy my lyrics since the oracle knows mine... that pic is so big it must account for something... and i don't mean your lettering, it's tha thing you use for nothin... except to maybe take a piss but u use your mouth for that... just like tha village idiot, you don't know where tha hell it's at... |
It Was 6 Lines Are You BLind..||
Read The Periods ANd Lines...|| Talkin Shit But he Aint Backin It Up..|| He Cant SMoke But He Askin Postman To Pass The Puff..|| Is Dat Linx On Yo Sig Cuz You Only Link My Dick Thru Yo Mouth..|| He In Da East But I Throw Him In Da South..|| |
i don't know who tha fuck you was tryin to hurt...
i guess it was your invisable AIM buddy you were dyin to murk... you missed my heart by so much it was like you was shootin in tha dark... and that's just something interesting: like being high when you fart... but you wouldn't even know wat that shit's about... still in tha dark so he puffs tha lit end and burns his mouth... your in de-nile and ur lucky you don't drown cause it's been tapped out... so raise your voice at me but watever u do just don't SHOUT! |
message to a fallen angel..
ima make this pussy produce more liquid than a sex nympho pull my dick out swallow my semen like drinkin a white milo/ listen to pac shit but still ya ass continue to crawl you came from the devil..maybe satan is a pussy after all/ so i order ya to stop as i staple ya lip together if ya ready to die i can torture ya so even ya soul can remember/ |
hes done wasted all his skill on one fuckin cypher/
better come back later, when ya have something that spits hot like a lighter/(yeah right) not really, but just trying give u something to boost the one gram of confidence u got/ stop, drop and role, cause this shits getting hot/ im not gonna wast 7, 8 or even 9 lines/ about u, cause this is the only shit ull ever see about ur ryhmes/ |
K-nine (woof woof) good boy now sit
While I diss HYPER-ACTYVE Sup 'dog' you suck like a baby sucks its thumb Real dumb, no fun for the love Really I hate you tho like a dove gettin shot No peace sign fo you 67 posts my ass I'll murder you yo, can't mess wit me and my G's please Yo my goal is to fill your hole like gay jokes my rhymes not straight |
well thats great, how u confessed that half the shit u say is gay/
so stay away, cause obviously right now ur not feeling straight/ i like how in just a week and an half, uv added about 200 post/ u suckin too much dick, to get a post that high, unlike most/ u making me sick, cause u wont stop looking goofy like those clowns in ya siG/ (for the last time)U SUCK DICK!, so for yall fags, this dude can answer "How many licks does it take to reach the middle of a DICK"/ |
i didnt know a gay guy could spit straight/
this cat rather be in jail and be called fish bait/ if this cat spit out old fish he still couldnt be raw/ i bet hes one of those guys who goes to the sperm bank with a straw/ im done dissin this queer boy/ im gunna let him get dissed by killjoy/ to lyric spit by dr.suess |
yo hyper actyve spittin lines made by sisqo/
im pretty sure everyone here can tell your a homo/ this cat likes to have sex with guys so he cant deny it/ id smack you in the face wit a dick but im afraid you might like it/ i not trying to waste six lines on this fake lyricist/ if any gay guys want head go to hyper actyve, im serious/ |
let me tell ya dawg, u dont add up to dr. suess/
so as soon as possible, change ya name, cause u and suess are purely abtruse/ nothin alike........he's got better ryhmes/ and u stuck with the wack lines/ just statin the facts, so please dont get mad/ too bad so sad.......RAP, just somethin u never had |
I will kile you with a hat and a bat
and a rat, how bout that? Ina boat with a rope, while I toke Theres no hope aint a joke Nothin you can do man I'll merk your ass with green eggs and ham EDIT: meant fo dr. suess |
Man im fucking sick of all these queers lemmie start with hyper actave
slow spitter, eminem wanna be quitter mixed with crackhead Dr suess like your name your flows basic, an ABC style and taseless lyric i would diss your shit but it would affend clowns... An im not racist. Kill joy, ima enjoy this kill like credics when they saw millie vanillie wasnt real beating this talentless cat is easey like cheaps whores that trade for meals Oh NO! yo for real see it looks like this kid stole his sig from an icp show Lyric, we all love pac, but why does it look like you draw his porno? All of you was terribly wack retire your names then start over This way you guys could do one thing with out me saying you bite j-hova |
bite jhova/
I'll Turn into Gasses n Strike U w/ a white Nova/ Causin Nulcear Explosions, Outcome get Ripped in half/ For Dissin Cats, w/ written trash soundin like u got a dick in ya ass/ I'm Blazin hotter than photon lasers w/ frequency magnification/ Focused into a Beam n Aimed Directly at ya Brain stem/ Catch me in tha Set Dog, I Slash n Swallow U/ Throw u in a particle accelerator chamber n revamp ya Molecules/ OutCome Is I put A fuckin Gernade In Ya Mouth Dun/ N u still couldn't spit flames, Mubelin About Sum/ get that ass slashed in half, w/ the sword of Black Knights/ I'll Shit On all Ya Textcees n wipe my ass w/ ya wack rhymes/ |
Who the fuck is this cat? Ill use fatalitys to burn this cat like mortal combat
smack him back handed then hand a pre-shooler there drawing back since when was subzero green? its like this kid is starting to be jealous of me pure jealousy, you see i never seen any one hold such a lack of credibility your avatars the only fans you hold, so in reality id have to subtract three now you lookin like a real zero, sorry i cant lie its only honesty throw subzero on the think ice list, if your phat youll break through but this cats sliden all the way across like he had skates on his shoes |
Outcome's death
Outcome, damn dog, how fake 're you?
Read the last line, like skates on shoes? You're upstaged, raped in the room I'm like fuck gays, you're like I take the broom! Damn now I only meant it as meatphoric gesture... I'll leave you dead on a floor, or dead on a stretcher Don't talk, you can barely move or breathe top notch I can raise the fare or take a fee Don't gotta cock Glocks got carriers that'll move in and then squeeze On any moving human being, protecting me, cuz I'm not doing what you're use to seeing Outcome is snuffed out, done... ain't gotta 'come-out' with slugs Run now fuck a gun POW... your family gotta come up with funds Just to bury your mutilated skeleton, but hey when we feud or fight it's relevant We need as crews need to unite and excel again, they want us dead to tell the rest So I pick up the mic and yell AGAIN! They got me to kill a friend! Sorry Outcome I didn't whole heartily mean for EXTERMINATION But the Illuminati brainwashed me and then I turned to Satan!!!! JamesJr. No hard feelings Lmao (Just ran with it) |
Alright listen son, this how we do it were im from
you copy big tymers like number one, we just leave you ina stun apparently some one should grab this cat a TV the thug era is over, now its about preps on mtv Of corse neither are what you are, the truth is you do to rap what d12 does to bizarre take it either way wack is what you are |
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