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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. Start with me! :slick: |
Gotta diss Bounce, though I've always been cool with him...
Seen ya pic, Shady CD's are the only thing about ya that's slim. Oooh Man, I know that hadda burn some, remind ya of pissin? Cuz ya might be sick, yo.......but that's ya dick that's spittin! So jump on board, my dawg, and let's get ya to the hospital... We gotta surgically remove ya whackness, otherwise it's impossible. Just gettin it started, my friend... |
Yo, but eventhough you might be da best//
I still see you as a st. reject// a computer nerd, only good at battlin on da net// over 2 thousand posts, how could you write that?// but the real question is, where is ya life at?// ... just keepin it goin... |
Damn this kid must have rose from sudden death
Reawakaning like Crack heads switched over 2 Meth I'm putting this infant to rest like S.I.D.S. Unlike the syndrome "Down" is your 'Lids' Expossed to eternal flames your eye's now rest in pieces Nervous like college kids working late on a graduate thesis |
You scarin these kids, Bounce, they ain't got the nuts ta diss...
I bet if ya dropped ya pants, ya ass they'd line up ta kiss. So I'm not really dissing you this time, Dog, naw mean? I'm dissing everyone who didn't drop in here, respect's lean. Cuz where ya at? Why did this one room get ignored so... Someone's suppossed ta get dissed, and feel a barb in they ego. So here I am, faggit bitches of RB, grow nuts and diss away... Or am I gonna have ta wait...a whole nother goddamn day? |
i was born 2 kill/
lyricalvess gotta ma grill im invincible ive got this appetite 4 smashin the mic destroy my enemys destroy my enemy a haunt u scar u 4 life I kill you nuttin special |
MC aines, man who the fuck let you in the game
i'll kick you wit the lyrical verse, my shit will put you in pain wit them weak ass rhymes, ya puttin yaself to shame lets be honest, man, fuckin wit me, death is all that's promised forill (foreal) I see you tryna come at Born to Kill that nigga will pop ya ass, like a damn advil pill as for Young Black, I will kill mc aines, standin still |
your advil im vicadin, stronger dose for a veteran
i'll cut your head with a plastic knife and hand you some excederin im a gentlemen, if this was math im greater and your lesser than learn a lesson then, and get experienced with your medicines you can call others out but cant mess with me only way you kill standin still is with an SBD its hard to believe your avatar is gayer than YOU are if i was a nazi, i would show you exactly what jews are oh shit, he said, jew....now he's gone too far |
This herb stands out in a crowd... like that centre line in his text
Oddly it doesn't rhyme.. from an odd kid tryna.. it makes no sense Take note kid.. try words that sound similar.. like those above If ya still comin out wack.. try XLG.. they'll show you love! I mean MC Aines for example.. how'd this chump get seven square Basically, without the crew votes.. the victories would be rare.. |
i couldnt read what you said when you spoke so speak clearly
you werent feelin it, when i talk you gotta hear me it sounds fine, rolls off the tongue like a fine spliff does your "verse", makes you the woman in a gay couple....missus when you pause and start a line again, you gotta be in person your words are in critical condition, and i hope your condition doesnt worsen.... |
Witebred gettin sliced, guess that makes me the best thing...
Since what? I'm tha origin, and Bred's gonna feel tha sting. Cuz he's horrible at rap, and can't defend himself with words... It's a shame how RB today, is gettin overpopulated with herbs. But that's ok, it's a public site, you're allowed here regardless... Awards ain't even here yet but ya already won...most harmless. |
it appears you are illiterate so ill try to spit simple
im like a bull when i hit the mic waitin for someone to scream "pull!" my rhymes are unstable like a roller coaster i like my bred burnt time to plug in a toaster these flows are more frequent than a radio waves sent through your brain filled with gasses and propain thoughts derranged fill this head up worse than glocks aimed with intent to kill and vicious plans to spill blood all over the ceil- ing .. ding ding! whats that i hear? Its not a gun? Oh shit! the "Breds done!" |
lol...really think y a hard?this kidd is bluffin
tha cat is a "jive turkey" lyrics is hollow//he ain't nuthin butt "stuffing" up in ya room swearin u da god but if i took ya pale ass in tha sun//witebred would actually be hard whack ass cat leave tha cypher//I'm sayin you banished I'm tha real "hero" in this here//you ain't nuthin but a "sandwich" |
you must be lost in tha matrix dun/
cuz im spittin psalms fa fun//1 lyrical napalms killin ya mind now/ tha skill you have deep down, we wont find now//2 you spit like abitch, walk like a bitch, talk-like-a-bitch/ i betchu get dick in ya ass... artificial cork-like-a-bitch//3 lol PEACE!!! ~1~ |
Ok kids, its safe to come out now have no fear
The park ranger is here look its smokey the bear I hope you have a backup plan instead of rap Like getting lost in the woods and looking at a map This shit is sad im not even tryin hard I hope you learned your lesson never fuck with Scar |
(Aimed At ScarNflictR from the hood...LMAO)
Damn can you beilve the lyrical whackness... It's like trying to be a man while sackless... A lesson I learned, 'Scar' is what's left after I verbally burn... Intense heat melts flesh from bone as I direct fire full blown... Decimation is your realization once my thermal excitations Ravage your damnation of lyrical wit... NflictR of shit... Scar your memories with penitrable Hitz... Slapped down like Back-hands from RB's population of Pimps... Crippled your Movements like... \/HERBs Post Below\/ ... SCAR's just a Gimp... |
Moderader, sick enuff to shove bouncin dogs up his ass,
Just another enobulator, Beating down weaker kids, why'd he ask Before all these mc's need contacts, Maybe born addicted but he's lyricaly wacked His rymez deserve to be covered up so there lycialy masked, Only bothered to win one battle - So were are those posts from And he'd get more suporters if he posted a pic of him gulpin cum A'iight leme stop with the profanity Thes ice cold daggers hit u so hard, Its more than temporary insanity |
Herbish tendencies lead to your message board lunacy...
Jixi's jus-playing net-balls, like hookerz shopping @ Strip-malls... Like an online record your meaningless to this site... Like ugly church chicks, your Cunts the only thing tight... Lyrically out matched like bic's to a lucky strikes... Yeah I meant burnt, crisp charred and flame broiled... Nice attempt at rap suicide, but your punches missed fired like cheap oil... |
Check it...
Bouncedoggydog...you will neva be Snoop...so don' even bother... Befo I rip ya apart...Ima tell you like Vader to Luke..Im ya father Tha bitch tha' had ya...was hotter than fuckin' hadies... But she didn' wan' a babie...especially one wit rabies Ya...ya in fo a life of procrastination... it's a good thing I left 'Cause ya as ugly as a dog...I guess ya motha is ugly as death W/e quick spi'...who's next???? |
Just look at the name... God must owe one Gangster a brain...
Dead cells clamer around emptiness...Open minded never meant pennyless... Cuz without thought in range... Cranial cavity's might as well house change... Fumbled lines don't define lyrical shine... Busted styles like grapes... Hung like a vine describes your tired ass rhymes... Talking bout quick spit, we know your lady only cums via clit... Like your shallow flow with no depth... your manhood's also got a bad rep... What? |
Let me get em for you...Bouncedoggydog
I only got one question, whats wrong wit dis picture? u can call me the maintence man, cuz i'll fix ya i know you, yous the one that neva could rap always had a mishap, of where ya hoods at i'm not DMX, i'm Young Black, the nigga dat you asked for next i understand you a softy...in the rap game...and when you havin sex |
Hes young black, fat, got a dick touchin his back
Hes used to other men puttin objects in his crack Im young white, ill hit ya mom right If looks could kill id stare at u all night cuz ur rhymes are whack, i aint even half black this cat wants to run a train but cant even lay a track |
What the fuck.....
Yo fro-z, ya new names cracker, you fuckin slacker, shit chop you up in bitz n peices, as if you was ritz bitch the old days are ova, ill will kill u wit da whip cuz i love to hit white boys, here em cry when i spit believe me, ya jus anotha fake wanna be only hip hop you know about is hoppin like a wallabe jus admit it, my flow style is better cuz my shit is too hot for ya daily forecast weather wigga, you need to turn ya hat around cuz if i catch you in the hood, we'll turn that smile upside down fuckin bitch, Wigga you ain't gansta i'll put it this way, 50 tell em', this bitch is more like a wanksta :gfy: |
Shit youngin, that aint no smile, its a smirk
keep it on dat racist shit an ill put ur ass back to work take yo azz to dentist everthing out ya mouth is hurt young black ill let u pick da cotton out my t-shirt! Can u spit? NO! U aint even from tha hood if you are its from a hood thats been misunderstood one thats in tha 'burbs wit all the white folks Im guessin thats y u aint got no good white jokes |
my man you jus woke the sleepin dragon
young black, always will be and always has been faggot, this will be my final warnin post bullshit like dat again, and you will be banned from this forum you pretty much, that type a nigga dat i see on the corner In this RB you pretty much a foreigner you look like the type, that drops the soap on purpose i see you in the big house, tryna spit those weak ass verses jus from gettin bendova, you bitch, u love how they work it Biatch |
This ho keeps comin crazy, but I cant get mad
Especially at dude soft as maxi pad i kno he cant take these rhymes dat i spit dats proof rite thurr dat young black aint shit Ban me ho, kick me off dis "RB" site U be a sore loser to a boy dats white Color aint got shit to do wit it, dats just how i spit it Just how ur mom spit it, b4 she let me hit it uh oh i jus woke the sleepin dragon hes spreadin hes butt cheeks wide waitin to let another fag in slide it in bitch, dats all u got in life ur weak ass rhymes, an ur right hand, cuz u'll never have a wife HO |
HA-HA...I see ya comin wit some betta jokes, thats good
but my man i think ya stealin em, from the handbook of the hood sorry homie but this shits too easy ya flow ain't real we call that shit style cheezy fuck you dawg, you weren't shit to begin wit, haters don't prevail nor prosper fro-z, you betta off singin lead in gospel fuck wit me you bound to get mirked what you put in a year, i put in a days work bitch ass, i 'll smack that smirk off ya face cuz, bitch you trailin, in this mothafuckin race |
Shit dawg, if dis was a race you's a snail
He got somethin long hangin from his ass but u kno it aint a tail Rather read from the handbook of the hood, than handbook of the bitch this cats a fake 50 cent, but he'll die tryin to get rich Catch me singin gospel is like catchin me in a church an catchin me in a church is like catchin u witout a purse cuz you's a ho, yeah i'll scream it like luda By the way you flo i can tell you an asshole intruda go pray to buddah, cuz god cant help yo faggot ass next time u get a chance to battle me, you'd better pick PASS |
strictly speaking, though ur dick is leaking, u get the shit ur reaping, bitch believing/
witch or heathen,ban u?bitch ur leavin,chuz u cuddle balls like vick on weekends/ ur hits deceiving?ur tracks leveled recently, literally i think u wanna peice of me/ frequently u claim to draw heat and see(sea),on da boardwalk pictures of da beach for free/ we decree that ur dont run ur mouth just wait/ claim ur tough..only chuz ur the fro that cant be combed "staight"/ a pun^^can u handle it?nah keep it real/ RB is the site where feeding just aint skill/ |
yos white and im that race to/ but that dont mean i'll hasitate to waste you//
i aint being mean but showin disrespect/ im bout ta erase this kat and he aint got a record yet// man you is laim on that gully shit/ what i spit is like shells dat make ya skully split// you a newb so i leave you in wonderin pain/ its comin didnt you read under my name// i murder kat and dats a fact/ this bitch could get pussy every nite but hed stil be wack// |
Directed at Dialect:
The way i spark my rymez, You'd think i was an electritian// Speakin in differnet dialect, Wont change the way my key strikez the ignition// Technition, This bitch for real, coming with a new mission// To ryhme this tyte i must ask your God for permission// Dialect your the oposition, and i got a proposition// My lyrics Burn, But accept the #1 point, blank, New Edition// Dangerious to the fullest, when u still Drive by and Hit-em// Im a Face ta Face chalanger, cuz thats the way its my ass you are kissin// Im STILL strait up dissin, Thats it, You killed urself from your own lyrical-Malnutrition// BLAM! :P |
you followed my weapon cypher and killed with the cd plastic,
your as wack as ur screen name "bitch" u need an astrix before and after, wtf does it mean, i see through u like casper, u do bring pain to this forum, but only in the form of laughter The J is for jerkin cause u pulllin my dick, I for imitation cause u prewrittin' ur shit X is ur mark for trying to spit at technition, the last I, is Imagination, cause you beating me, ha u wishing |
This guy B.Panties, I heard he sucks dick,
he just mad he gotta follow a bitch that murdered his shit; I don't blame ya,dawg, I'd be pissed too, how she gon' win ya'lls battle, an she ain't even diss u; I can't talk bout ur rhymes, them shits wuz tight..... Huh..tight like a whore's pussy on Friday night; My bad dawg, just a little sarcasm, these lyrics hit u in the chest an make u death spasm. |
Zach da Ripper, only rips zippers of male strippers...
So I'll attack his heart, leave em RB's Jack Tripper. Seized up, like he does when it comes ta rhyming... He could own Big Ben, and still somehow lack timing. Cuz Zach's a hack with a streak up his back... Not wearin slacks but slips when he tries ta spit black. |
Lordy Lordy, Not another Rip-Off//
Canabis Already Ripped Jack, Imma seal this shit like a zip-lock// And you still will drop it like its hot// I may be hipocritical about you not battling, But maybe i have fought// anger me, when u say ur something your not// Rip you like a plastic bag, Zack, Ya looking down my glock, cuz ya gona be shot// Thats just lyrical crap - Dealing with u is just a forthought// |
Bitch shut the fuck up, get outta my cypher,
hoe's tryin to rhyme, the shit makes me get hyper; Who u tryin to fool, u aint no Bad ass bitch, Tryin to joke on me an u new to this shit; bitch keep talkin shit, i'll pull out ur extensions, whoop ur ass like a pimp at a hoe convention. LMMFAO @ the MY Cypher line... Kids are funny as hell! ~Bounce~ |
Rippin mens cracks thats our little Zach/
Diggin his dick into the hole thats all shitty and black/ Seduces his boyfriends over the phone/ The guys more backward than elton john/ Smoked a blunt, got high, put a condom on/ Got in a car, drove, raped a nun with a gun/ |
^^you're the truth really dude, best believe you're the man
Not This guys thug mansion looks more like a garbage can.. understand Liba Dee is shit...N so is his flow My punches havin screamin oh oh like Lumidee's video oh no..you ho you blow N i don't care for this shit blah blah blah....wah wah wah....you suck alotta dick....blah |
For Dee Liba or whatever the fuck his name is,
Dawg, I dont know what the fuck u talkin about, but u can get bitch slapped, just like Steve Stout; An I aint no Puffy, except when it comes to ur girl, ask that bitch how i told her to sit an twirl; But fuck that bitch, no pun intended, it's just a joke dawg, dont be offended; Nigga u steppin to a God, its time 4 u 2 repent, U need to check ur rhyme, that shit don't make sense.....or dollas nigga,fuck u |
This man zach the rippa funny word play I got it
OH and your punches to funny as shit fgt abt it I hope you noticed the sarcasm bitch, dont flinch Change it up real quick if your a god im ur archangel Yeah that's right im the morning star lucifer Leave 730 girl alone seems ur not good enough for her If you really want punches how bout u eatin dick for lunches Boys Boys all types of Boys,u bring em in by the bunches They come in men but leave flaming faggots Your dicks rotting from this shit infested with maggots You a dirty motherfucker {- I mean that shit literally Alright im satisfied ill let you get back to ur sodomy GO AHEAD SCREAM "COME ON MAN GET IN SIDE OF ME" :laugh2: :thefinger :laugh2: |
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