Diss the person above you...
 

man this ain't batman and robin/
the only riddle there is, is your riddlelin problem/
yo got to right to be called a mc/
your lyrics and punchlines sound like u got it from mini-me/
Austin Powers GoldMember if u didn't watch the movie/
I gotta use this explicit content so if u want just sue me/
I'm gonna be fillin box offices and ticketmasters 1 day/
while 1 of your bars u couldn't hold down ok/
you got no wordplay or no lyrical style/
u need a beatdown so I'm bout to stomp a 8 mile/
I'ma put my soul in yo ass so keep ya meat down/
I weed fake mc's out like broken condoms/
if u get busted then its just another problem/
for you not for me I'll put the fear in yo eyes like Paul Bearer using a condom/
whatever u got to say just save it for another day/
save ya punchlines up for ya next rainy day/
u can never compete wit me it won't meant to be/
you like romeo you'd die tryin to get closer to me/

you damn right this aint batman and Robin/
and you got Riddler problems Lil Slippa here to solve em/

just because you in the wrong place at the wrong time I got to diss U/
I would kill you cause Im sure no one would miss you./

Just typing my rap I can say a verse without a cuss/
Im taking yall rookies on a adventure like its the Magic School bus/

Im in da game and hittin mo objects than a ping pong paddle/
Next person Under me type summin had be ready to battle/

yadda yadda yadda Kraire's just talking
shit, fake ass should just start walking
last thing you can talk about is pill popping
if you can't flow at all just stop dropping
got some anime shit goin on his sig
next thing you know his car has a "racing" gig
next time try to convey, some hurtful thoughts
think about and delay, when you make further drops

Lil slippa, I found giligan but wheres the skippa?
where you from cashville tennesee?
dude put down that henesse,
never won a battle to strattle the sattle,
hurdin your whole crew like cattle,
I'm too cold hearted so dont get me started,
bitch i'll slap you retarted,
off your chair, pullin out your hair,
My lyrics are sendin mad amounts of fear,
that'll put an end to your entire career.

FearBeta u are the weakest link/
stop beta testing and get my fuckin drink/
punkass talkin bout flowin/
the only flow u know is the flow of your period/
while I flow everyday but some mc's can't handle it/
FearBeta u suck and u should know it/
your blowin off hot air soo much a bitch coulda wrote it/
don't fuck wit gangstas/
you couldn't even win the hating award for bein a wanksta/
try to diss me 1 more time and its a rap/
I'll have u runnin off the board while Slippa countin tracks

period jokes, i thought you were better than that
obviously not, you are clearly wack
hot air rises, its taking it with me to the top
no suprises, when you sit there and just flop
laughin at you from up there high in the sky
i let out a sigh as i say bye while you die

You dissin the one before you that's fine
But back yo shit up, u 2 had no decent punch line
And why I'm wasting my time battling this foo yo
Just look at his name, what the fuck is a Krairo
I Read you lines but nothin in it is a big matter
Could have an easier time understandin what's on ur banner
This bitch should be exiled from the entire rap nation
Send his ass to Japan and start a cartoon animation
"Krai-hoe" thinks a hookers clit sounds really tasty
Not paying for sex is this foo's "final fantasy"

Check out deze battles yo...

WestBanka u suck so bad I ain't even gotta diss you.
You proved your skills right there in that post u suck and btw some anime is cool.
pz work on your wordplay or pick a new career

Let me get this shit back on track.

Sam dont give a dam he's drug free,
from BHAm thought he was hard until he met me,
he said he was messin, dog why you stressin,
quote for quiote you be droppin,
you sink not float when i'm poppin,
dig the moat never stoppin.

ayo revan ama female, get it in yo~hed,,,
w8 wen i c ya blud, fo sure ur gon b~ded,,,
i aint unda no stress, buh i'll put u in~sum,,,
u chat shit geeza, daymn y u so~dum???,,,

(((hey am nu 2 da syt so dnt b 2 sly.. lol)))

I don't like spittin at no female but, I know the ho swallows
them fuckin lyrics is like sea shells they look hard but, they hollow
the vagina monologue is the dialouges in ya raps freestyle or written
throwin punches like shadow boxin and aint' not one hittin

gwaaan diallo biyatch yer learnin ta hit~bak,,,
ur jus mynah blyad, ere fo yer i spit ~bak,,,
fyuk net dissin, biyatch it nuttin, fyuk on~line,,,
ayo dis sam drugeee, am bouta break yer~spine,,,

only thing breakin is this hos spirit and piggy bank
she stay smokin rock and stay tryna jock my rank
gangsta lyrics don't work unless your a real G
and so far all I've seen is wack bars from sam drug-eee

i dont kno if i should read or find another site cause was the wackest verse
that and ya body needs to be killed and be pulled in the back of a herse
cuase u rappin like a P.W.A a pussy wit a attiude
but what im packing will lift ya lil body in lattiude, and of corse when ur corspe land it'll be layin wit longitude

let me other throw this nigga who writin text with blaq ink
he another fake thug whos lyrics might make you think
think he could be real spittin wack shit I could feel
if I was blind man readin his text in brail, point unrevealed
conceal ya secrets you that homo thug nigga lovin other thugs
I'm more potent than raw coke, you weak like OTC drugs

nigga u worth less like tick tack i'll mark u out wit a slash
my words im punchin will ya lip sollen fatter than j.lo ass

give it a rest this kid just comes back to get festively digested
like bad trafic, ya lines cant be directed to anything highly expected

so i suggest go back to ya pen pad cause ya words need to be reloaded
mines is on piont so i can aim at ya head pop it like a volcano exploed

damn kid you still breathin believin you can defeat me with weak text
I'll rip ya blaq ass back to half past dead and ask who's next
words so diverse have you lookin every which way in ya space
multiply my lines times two and that's a double blast wit a mace
injectin venom in my lines so I'd be sure to leave you paralized
the velocity of my text too fast flash past a pair of eyes
leave you blinded and binded to ya book of lyrics n wack words
you couldn't defeat me if I had hands tied and had to spit lyrics back wards

Diallo cant follow, with my tips full of hallow he cant swallow.
From orlando dont got the wealth, quit rappin kid for your own health.
never will you spit again, now close your eyes and count to ten.
askin lots of questions but never get no answer,
puttin you out of commision and leaving you with cancer.
damn I bet you got a story to tell,
you would be decent if you could spell.

Dis nigga aint got shit wit all da advice i Gave him....
u can tell he a preteen, he cant even spell Raven....*Revan*
So next time sumbody tells u dat u nice wit a mic....
Quit before u start be smart and think Twice....
Cuz da way u flow it looks like u cut ya V-cords....(vocal)
Da fact is dat when u dissin HIM it makes Me Bored...
forget da way i dissed u and practice on ya flow....
he aint brave ITs dat i posted afta and he didnt kno....
All his rhymes are wack and all dat shit is written....
he woulda took his post away if he knew i was gonna diss him...


~1~

You’re lyrically in-comprehensible. One syllabus no flavour its condensable
Your name is contradictable. No magic, its tragic. So dam predictable
Illegible and basic. Your one bar rhymes are complacent.
Just face it. Your wack. Getting Cole sores from your dads black sack.
Sometimes its like this and that. But your just historic and pre-historic
Pre-mature and rhetoric. Pre-tenses are over-played like super-sonic.
Think your snoop with gin an tonic. But your just another lil bow – wow
You aint Bronx your queens like the Nanny singing “hey now brown cow”
Hit you over the head with Dow religiously like seventh heaven
Because I am Christian I don’t believe in hoaxes, are you still eleven?
Fuck anyone who is dumb enough to call themselves magician seven

Fuck brisbane ... Adelaide's better

|...Your punches are basic dawg wheres the complexiy, Theres no way you could stand next to me, Your missing the cut like doctors who dont know how to preform vasectomies...|

Your not worth more than one bar

Let out a welp when I put you to shame,
it would help if I could pronounce your name,
From the vastlands, kickin trash cans,
Makin lots of plans but still aint worth a damn.
Who are you kiddin dont front,
you'll get rolled up and smoked like a blunt,
dont even begin with your weak ass shit,
someone cuts up and you through a fit,
so just go the fuck home and cry about it.

Dont Rappin, It's Clear You Dont Mix.
With The Simple Fundamentals Of Tryna Spit.
You Cryin Bitch! I'm Ruthless Wit Words.
Severly Smack & Make U A Toothless Herb.
I Boot Chest Of Herds, Dont Fuck Wit Me.
I Look At ya Reflection & Still Dont See A Mc.

unwritten hazard u thought u were spitin knowledge
naw ur rhymes r slow learning like hook on phonics
i run tracks around u when i rhyme just like my name was sonic
da only thang ur good at is really shaking & twitching like a god damn ho
now i remember ur 1 of bitches dat'z eager 2 dance when ur at da club on da pole
i got diz shit all unda control so either roll wit me or or i'll roll up ova ya bitch

GangGreen------It might not b all bout economy, but it'z all bout equality/So u say all dez wack mcs is makin G'z don't bother u, sounds like ur a hata dat like da situation betta when a playa like Ike Turner smacks ur dumbazz wit his shoe/ & last u say honestly, is ur # 1 policy is quality, but i think u fail 2 realize muthafucca in diz game it'z really all bout quantity, & probablity bitch

I'll spit a simple piece at you constructed by elite designs
something you can understand n comprehend with your feeble mind
I see you think you got skill but, you lack more than talent
you just keep firing off at the mouth like you a loose canon
all I keep hearing is a clickin sound like an empty hand gun
now you may got a lyrical weapon but, you lack ammo to cause pain
while I'm spittin witt like hollow point shards spreadin through ya brain
infectin the cranial capacity and leave you with a mind sickness
a pain more intense and longer lasting than the effects of syphilis

Nigga quiet rappin and join da ASS rappin team....
da way u flow it looks like u a Losin feind.....
ya flow is see threw u might as well Be bottle....(be a glass bottle)
nigga u a dumb fuck...u cant even spell Diablo...*diallo*
Leave Scars da size as mars in ya face....
in between ya place I left Space u wont win say ya grace....
his flow is weak im tellin u dats beat....
nigga if u farted u cudnt clap heat....*butt cheeks clappin and Gas comin out* lmao
dis dude is a pro at losin hes like da orlando magic....
I destroy wit ma rhymes My Flow go Tragic.....
even da smallets punch will have u scard.....
Niggaz punches couldnt hit hard...if he was related 2 his avatar... iight ~1~

fuck da magacian should make ya own wack ass disappear
all I see is weak lines and nonsense I know my vision's clear
When you speak my name you should what what you talkin about before
cause hos like you come a fuckin dime a dozen at the dollar store
same place you got ya lines and ya whole lyrical design structre malfunction
they way you spit lyrics is like that cats stuck to windows it's all suction
and get the bullshit right you know the name is DI-A-L-L-O
kid so shut the fuck up and just fall back slow
makin yaself look stupidn everytime ya mouth opens n words exit
You got kicked outta the gentlemens club screamin about they sexist
just keep your two fat ass lips sealed n I don't mean the ones on ya face
pussies like you get they caps peeled back n layed in back in they place

dissin da person above me
 

lmao iight look

u talkin bout guns? if u didnt ya rhymes wud still be beat....
U live in florida but if u was from miami...u still couldnt be heat....(miami heat)
Think before u speak cuz ya whole wack flows will leak....
2 bullet whole in ya eyes dump u off at a creek...
So when magician step up nigga u betta jus get steppin....
nigga prolly wearin a Miami Alabama shirt..he dont kno what he reppin....
ma punches hit hard nigga ...yea i kno u'll get hurt.....
Nigga joined in december and still dont got a record...
nigga thinkin whoa nigga please hurry n merk me...
leave 23 bullets 2 ya chest...like a michael jordan washington jersey**....



michael jordan in da Washington and on sundays dey wear derre alternate jersey and its washington Bullets...iight ~1~ no beef jus dissin da nigga above me d-i-a-l-l-o- lol

what you laughin at.. your "diss" was far from phat/
why you actin black when you probly whiter than a laundromat?/
you talk, and that, but im sure when it cracks down you fallin back/
talk is cheap, so you wont make no dough from that/
ima attack ya person, cos man, seriously i aint seen worse than/
that verse-and you get so cocky, but none of your punches are hurting?/
just cos you say nigga five times and talk bout how gansta you are every line/
dont mean you can rhyme, in fact, the time i see a wannabe get props for rapping crime/
is the time my punches come wack and my structures misdesigned/
its just not gonna happen... your raps depressing like the thirties/
a punk kid... always saying "merk me" but aint got a clue what merc means/
usually biters bite from skilled mcs? those lines aint tight.. mighta been til u heard these/
dont take it word for word, please? and next time u battle make sure the guy aint heard me/
soon as this kid steps off the net, my bet is he'll get totally fucked/
cos if ya sig is ya best shit, rest ya mic, cos sorry homie, it sucked/


peace

U talk about depressing but your shit is so 3rd world it’s oppressing
Im confessing, you couldn’t sound holy if the priest gave u a blessing
Teach you and all your homeboys a lesson.
Get all you to bite the curb while I stomp. Your skulls are compressing
So..
Call a lawyer. Couldn’t write anything decent if u were Tom Sawyer
Your crying, im annoying ya but im only a baller.
Your ol lady met me. I lied. I wasn’t falling for her.
So
Stop repping ‘Rahzel’ we know your fake. Its easy to tell..
Your trying to be heard like a kid in a well. Well
Im the ringing the church bell. So u wake up and learn to spell
I have been to hell and its smells…
Like me burning you.
One-Man Band your earning to have me learning you

lol

yo, your first lines were a joke, lemme give you some principles/
just cos u know a few words, dont change topic every few syllables/
its difficult to follow and ridicule when your whole rhyme scheme is pitiful/
how is it possible flip punches when all the retart spits is drool/
you drop completely wack shit and expect us to marvel at it/
u developting some bad habits, u dont even know who rahzel is, faggot/
and yet you spat it, i dont rep rahzel, but u surely rep 50, u talk how he talks shit/
im skilled... one man band aint for nothing, im thrifty, i drop dope raps same time as beatboxing/
your boring... its always the same verbs, since may 3rd, ur first cypher, freshness is sumthin i aint heard/
no wonder you is slept on so much, your closer, thats sposeta be the hardest, ends with the same word/

whoa that sucked.... its 1am... night all

peace

hear to drum a bat is one-man-band..
your ryhmes are so weak not even an armless man..
would attempt to give you a hand..

who da fucc is a diallo just sum wack azz ho representing orlando
get a clue bitch & neva try 2 diss a real nigga again
guaranteed when i meet u in dez streets ur life is 2 cummin 2 an end
so next time think twice b4 u open ur mouth 2 say nethang 2 me
i'm b'in lite ur trick azz but next time it i won't b as eazy
i'll tell u like diz next time don't start sum shit dat u can't finish

Loose Cannon hittin' on femcees on the internet, didn't know VP done entered that
Ya can't rhyme worth shit, I done rendered that, I'll bag ya bitch and send her back
Cuz VP is the kid best in the mid west, No way you can be the beast from da east
Cuz LC is the bitch best in the insect, The way you can tea bag for the keys for the skeets
Is down right wrong cuz, I rip rainbow chasers like a leprechan does, And 1 sip of bacardi get yan buzzed
Ya think ya man, but can't grow peach fuzz, My rims spinnin' like a fan does, VP to good for your teenage lust

You’re a long way from Kansas Dorothy. I know my geography.
You are a bitch who lives on a farm, I watched your audio-biography.
Trying to marry my lyrics like monogamy. But I don’t dig the sod-a-me
So sodomize someone else village pimp. Get Viagra for that limp
Oh shit now your full of hot air like I a blimp. Now that isn’t nice
Click your red heels once. Click them twice.
Your wish didn’t come true. You will never be with Obie-Trice
Sorry to entice you so long. But I am the only “lyrical wizard of oz”
B-RAD G – Bigger then King Kong. Got all your mums in their thongs
Better get back on track im singing the same old song. Back to VP
I said it before, I don’t pack heat I pack beef. I am the only RB chief

whos tha fool that let this cat up in the cypha ...
RB chief ....... tha proof "Real fuckin Bad" writa ...

i cant believe im gonna waste time on this cat
the lyrics i breath will break the spine in his back ..
im a set a score for this poor ridiculous bitch ..
and his fetish for little girls and the wickedess witch...
he said it before " he dont pack heat hes packing beef "
yeah (lol)packing beef deep past the back of his teeth..
kid ya bin burnt packaged and served by this Canada's wonder
remember MC dont deserve hip hop in the Land Down Under....

Hit me up for battles ... taking all challenges

now i got diz pussy named village pimp tryin 2 diss a thug
but really ur just a ho who get pimped & get all emotional & want a hug
stop pretending 2 b sumthin ur not a killa dat'z not u
ur just a mosquito & i'm going 2 stomp on u like a shoe
get a clue trick diz shit here is mine
it'z my time 2 shine on rp & ur bitch azz is going ride da pine
i eliminate hoes like u in da game real easily
so don't overstep ur boundaries & start talkin breezy
u think ur a lyrical solida but really just a rolla
who don't want 2 get hit wit diz glock if i catch u on ne corna

this guy is rappin bout workin on corners... like he should be
Cause really the bitch is workin under me... for free
he gets some luck,earns a buck... and it goes under the table
This story is a loose cannon prostitution fairy tale fable
im sick of your shit and your sick of gettin slapped
so let go of ur peanuts put the mic down and step back

Ay yo this is my 73rd post on rapbattles.com!
i keep sitting and thinkin and rhymin all day long!
Don't you ever fuck with my skill cause i am the bomb!
And i love my lady K.C. even more than my mom.
Me and my father never really got along
Thats why i resorted to weed and bought myself a bong lol