Diss the person above you
 

Exactly What The Title Says...

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Note: I Move Threads Once They Reach 10 Pages.


Start with me!

L.A tha land of dreams and broken off palms
Torch ya sleeves kid so ya can show me firearms
Quick to stun, and throw this dog throw tha door
Crack hit tha floor quicker then clubs full of whores
Ima question ya sexual pref w/o paper or a pen
Mods worried Dogs more then his man's best friend

*EDIT: See you can post the right amount of lines, so from this point on I better not see any of your posts under the limit or off topic.
~Bounce

ima destroy this nerd, hes a pal on his patients
with shit you'd prolly hear in salon conversations
your abombination to the site and your career
liking up the ass, an yea Axe is ya but-humpin peer
oh queer, don't go near a flow that's strong w/ frees
cuz how u raisin above can, always on ya knees?

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haha whateva

Bitch, halt ya punches before you break a nail
Oh no continue, I'll drop shit on ya then an anvil
Upon ya coffin, hell ya need plenty of thought
Ya still can't drop quick likes w/ all those bites ya brought
Sought those equal, but found a femcee lost
Out of ya element like whales bathin on a coast

Look D.Silver you like to boast about shit you thought you knew
That's before I decide that I would come over and slay you
Stay the hand that comes up demanding to be voted
I'm your teacher and I flunk you in class like your demoted
You say you'll drop an anvil on someones head
I hope you do that before I leave you dead
I don't have anything else to say right now I'm new at this
It's okay though because you blew this
I think that's all there is to it this time
So I guess that I'm done spitin this rhyme

Blaze kids constant, pop shots flash fo a moment
I lay Vans on racks like those in shoe departments
Wack kid, well suited w/ it, outshone those wacker
Ya can't carry ya own weight like rich back packers
Seen tha worst, though i know you won't elevate
Quit play w/ soft guns, kid holdin a piece of cake

Talkin about holdin a piece of cake
Shit I didn't even eat that at your wake
Talking about wacker rhymes fienden
Comin up lickin up siemen
It's okay though, I'll just say hey hoe
Leave you lickin your chops
Smack you back to the shops
You work for me now kid
I went to the auction and had the his bid
I won your skeezin ass at auction
And then treated you like tupac's son
You are just like him you were never there
I left you in the street twitchin in your underwear

wtf is that^^

ur rhymes are basic face it ur wack/
give up rap..ur chances of elevatin is like micheal jackson returning black/
the fact..of the matter is i crush newbie kids who try to rhyme/
roll up on nerds like u before they try to shine/
didnt catch this one tho ur the herb that got away/
but i smoke more herbs then xzibit and Dr.Dre/
basically ur rhymes are long and pointless/
the chances of u getting laid are ifffy like coin flips/
u mate with ur hands like ur in heat,hotter than the son/
and the only vanilla at midnite u see is...cum/

What's up w/ tha diary?None wanna hear it
Compare you to a Boxer......w/ tha shit on it
Talk of auctions ya head wears a price tag
Hang ya from tha ceiling like a punchin bag
Bold little rat, ima drop knowledge and bodies
And nigga you straight suck like baby's dummies

whats up lil nigga? you cant even rhyme
your shits wack..... why even put in time
i said nigga but you aint black
you a lil white fucka smokin crack
i blaze fire.. can you cope with that
you hopeless man.. why you even wrote this man
you aint drop knowledge no bodies or nuttin
you should quit tha game why is u frontin


not racist

tha past~two was trash~too// swing left get fast~bruised//
eclectic as fast~food// dislexic in raps~fool//
I question your rap~dues// your method is crap~to//
who left you to patt~dudes// you fixin a madd~stew//
I'm chompin these catz~through// cause both of them lack game//
its over like that mang// come up wit a bat swingin//

MC Bass, your pass over-due..Now your known to face-it/
Because you have more-old-news than homeless basements/
Break your bones and remove you from your own-skin/
Usin your own-moves, your a noob with no-kin/
Please let me hold-him...by the neck till he pores-and-bleeds/
because you hold more magic stickz than women-sorceries/
This scores-with-me, an you look like a goalies jersey/(double 00)
with your bottom more ripped than a bag full of groceries/

blah..feelin wack rite now..

look at the avi...is that you r sum Fake-shit/
Like the blond at yer sigs with sum Fake-tits/
17-1.. Spectator must be mistakin/
yer even woser then..puffy's Band in the Makin/
Let me unzip my flyer.. and piss on Her Barz/
Bettah yet change ya name to Can-i-Fartz/

Keep it goin one luv

Aiyo Rhymon, tha comedian testin lyrical warfare
Please reverse ya decision before i cut you off air
Oh dear, losing ya spot light among all tha herbs
Fuck what ya heard, kid can't stomach eatin his words
Ya heard, like peeps cut in half, you'll lose ya turn
Take yours like agents and blow what ya urn

Aiyo, Wtf is Auckland, u miss spelled for oak?
With a Name like Silver, This kats rarely Get Soaked
Simon said, Bend over Bitch.. There-You-Go
Tryin to cut me.. But i Smack him off the Ra-di-o
This kats is known.. for givin Eye Lases to Young Boiz
This kats is broke.. Like 'Hello Mimi' with back-bone Toy//

Stupid kid, learn ya geography before a bout
Chop a old tree, watch Oakland above yaself
Your wack... in dictionaries Rhymons is ts definition
Push R around w/ one hand like manual tranmissions
Who ya kidding, no one is as wack as you
Ya a joke kid, and everyones still "Rhymon who?"

Why callin me Stupid, When we BOTH-ARE-NEW
Am sure stupid.. but still am few lvl ABOVE-YOU
What D stand for? is'nt That same as Dick?
O wait yer a Whore.. No wonder the Name Picked/ (AHAHH)
Yea yer right If am a Joke .. Ya must be a Game
Cuz my Rhyme are Comedy.. Like Dissin ya name//

Give it up, ya rhymes poor they practically broke
And ya lame i mean who laughs at their own jokes?
Thinkin online ya dope, bitch ya rhymes droppin clues
We're new?I'm Frontline ya headin autistic queues
Abort views, ya wack w/ keys and tha microphone
Faggots names carved on heads....made of solid stone

ok i'm in for a hot sec/ i shows no love walk in the crib takes loosey's out of ur pack of cigarettes/no what u gon do probably a bunch of nothin/u got the back against the wall, chest poking out talkin bout u frontin/they call be bmx cause i'm stuntin, and when i come thru blocks niggas they duckin/not wantin to feel the shells from the bustings/just clearing out the block/now stop bout i ain't hot/i walk in ya crib, take yo chicken and get some gravy out yo pot!

I aiyo wut the Deal?.. With this Fag Above-Me
My flo is so Attrative.. he might end up Luv-Me
U got me near the Wall.. But yu Bump ya Head
This Kis not so stupid.. He still can play Dead
What is this shit man.. i've been Spitin All Day
Sum are Straight .. But 99 Percent Are Gay//

And your part of that 99% while i ain't homie
Practising ya technique all day... but not me
I key w/ precise niceness, ya just tryin to improve
Bribed this nobody... dayum i got nothing to lose
See tha drama ya chose?Ya ain't classy Rhymon
Ya ain't getting high anywhere even durin sessions

I wuz born with Skill.. Not like u cuz am Real
Yer so fucking classy.. Gotta aim at head for Kill
Yer stupid man.. Yer linez reppin Wackness
Even if there's a Virus.. No1 is gona Hack-It
Am iller then Aids.. They callin me the Antrax
U aint have no balls.. So how u Cum-Back?

on that above rhyme i can't even comment on that shit/but what u about gettin fucked up and tossed in a ditch/layin by the bushes and the fish/too late to think to ur self i done made em pissed/

Ok kids.. Let start the night off with les-son
Yer line is so sad.. It needed a Bles-son
And wutsup.. with the line u talkin bout Fish?
U suppost to diss me.. Are you outa yer Shit?
Yer fuckin Stupid Kid.. Stop the Rappin, I'll kill you for Free
Yer nuthin but dicks.. that y yer name start off with Ds

Lines played from 'aim at tha head' to 'cumback' wordplay
You've been murkded kid, ain't ya head its D Day
I layin this cat to rest fo tryin to scratch a nerve
Shit on ya dome like Studium Australia full of birds
You'll never learn like 1st time drinkers dyin in a car crash
Should of expected wackness...tha warning is on his Av

Yer linez are shity.. Matter fact Dawg r u White?
Cuz only White boi.. will think they Linez Vocabally Right
I leave yer head balt.. Like Yer messin with Cancer
My linez aitn taht big.. It just hard as Jolly Rancher
Talkin bout my Av.. Matter fact where is Your?
The warnin sign.. it not for me it represent yer corpse

White?Ya far from tha truth and further from being decent
Joined recent, and bout to go w/o leavin ya presence
I'd say ya wack but its getting played out like ya lines
If what you are is illegal, you'd have enormous fines
Run behind ya shadows they bigger then you
And please onli corpse ya seen was on NYPD blue

Dickless Silver.. Known For spitin Wack Shit
even if am on target.. Yer punch still would'nt Hit
Damn this wack kats.. when will he Learn?
leavein paper ..by oven is the only time yer lyric burn
Pop u til dead.. dawg Nobody even care to Concern
I'll be the only 1 at yer funeral.. Others will Turn

Dayum can this kid get anymore played out?
Retire fo a while, see tha wackness forum fo help
You need it, clearly ya wasnt born w/ talent
Aint ill... but I'm sick of ya wack fashion statement
Arrangements of ya death... deal w/ tha matter
Do ya thang I'll sign you off.... on ya suicide letter

bitch, i don't wanna hear you talking shit about death,
it's like you had 1 good, the you said, fuck the rest,
Auckland, please man, where in the hell is Auckland,
your punches hit like sock em' bopers is what you rockin',
you must be a big man to be dissin' rymon,
you got a easy guy, bitch, very nice timin'
~peace~

D.Silver comin of the top like he needs a new liver
It's okay though because he quivers like jello
Your rhymes don't make sense kid they done
It's like everyone voted and I'm number one
Uno you know it's so true though
I don't know why you keep talkin shit
I'm back at your house licking your girls clit
I don't know how else to explain it to ya kid
You seem to have this impression on your brain
Your style is so lame your flows are inain
You probably don't understand the words I throw
You step up and I seem to grow
I'm done with this kid right here
some one else come finish this quere

Ha lay off my dick i aint down fo a fuck
Punch ya?But like beaks, ya bound to duck
Step on toes, foes and hoes please swallow
When MY mood starts swingin, blades follow
Leave ya nothing above ya neck...what a shame
And homo always on cops ass... like ya name

Van stay singin tha blues, ya wack w/ raps
Ya love Mic's... spitting hard... in his raunch
Fists hitting nothing, zero bitch like ya stats
Your a complete waste like hips on those fat
Trapped in lower levels, how unfortunate
Ya talk shit... like ya ass switch roles w/ ya lips

D keep try to bling-blingin, the blues shit that's like your balls
You haven't had sex so long it shows like ledgens that fall
If my punchs don't hit somethin
It's cause your not there your nothin
You dissapear like a fairy wary beond belief
Just like you gettin a diseas lossin your teeth
Your talkin about stats just look at your own
There zero too like your girl says you are when you bone
I'm trapped in lower levels cause inbezeled your funds
It's unfortunate that your zero like your guns

Suggesting I ain't had sex in a while... thats true
Well i aint feelin ladies... ever since i sonned you
Look kid, stop suckin and blowin your done
Mention i got zero guns, i didnt say i had one
Nor do i need, my fists or axe have ya fallin back
Kid dont add up... like disobedient children in math

Didn't add up I guess I should quit
Oh wait that give you what you want
Another dish on your table
Man stop trying to tell a fable
Your like Mable from Mabury
Don't worry I'll hit you like a snow flurry
Or make that a blizzard
I'll cut you up and eat your gizzard

hold the drinks cuz ur too drunk to flow a punch
40oz to freedom but i already had u for lunch
^lightweight no wait u noteven a weight to begin
The End you with a banning, so i can watch you think
What i do Wrong? lost in thought cuz it was unfammiliar turf
you wanted to find ya self so i gave u a shit covered shirt.

Im that dark cloud over ya ego – a place it don’t rain much
The dynasty ends here Da0 you gonna get ya reign touched
Brain fucked with minimal effort while I puff that straight dutch
Im the straight such-u clutch balls like rod-man to get paid slut
Fate sucks when its goin against u like a penis and a menstrual
An wen the pigs investigate tell them this rape wasnt consensual
Begin to rehearse ya rebirth-and after this murda case try to spit hard
But blowin judge at trail the only way u could get honorable discharge
Im way to sick 4 ya dao its like ima lyrical-blur
ya doctors couldnt find out wut waz wrong wit me, so have fun finding the Cure//

turned into a lolly is the only time u gettin a treesome
some shit that u would step to ya end where it begun
you cheesy, a BIG PUN to stupid, you just cant connect
Stunt 101 is the only song u tried to rap to and u always on a breath
While ur trying to scrounge for food ive got lifes muff in my mouth
Mouth full for you, simple lines too strenuous vocab sending u south like trout

What a Dyke.. this lesbian act has been here since August
Went through twelve battles.. but yet still no progress
Be careful.. don't choke.. why'd you even become a rapper
Watch out.. this kids living proof that not every voice matters
Was merk you later.. I'll just do it now.. tha hell with patience
It's funny.. literally dosen't give a flying fuck.. not hi enuf elevation