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diss whoever you want
aight this goes to j@yhull
J@yhull you fuckin bitch ass nigga, go out back, and pull the trigga, shoot yourself in da head, make sure your dead, i'll come get ya, and throw ya in a basket, cause you to poor to afford a fuckin casket, no one gives a fuck if you die, no one would even cry, no one gives a shit, about a wannabe rapper, who can't fuckin spit, |
pair-of-dyce
hey yo sup, i think this little nigga needs to shut the fuck up, he goes on and on about how he's the best, poor guy can't get a girl, he resort's to incest, what a sick little bastard, man your just a rappin hazard, you think your so fuckin good, but i can rap better then you ever could, i'm not even fuckin tryin, and this spit probly made ya start cryin, that's all i'm gonna say to this faggot, fuck you buddy, you ain't ever gonna make it, |
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wtf is this?
You got beef nigga. That shit ain't even flow, what is it a speech? C'mon kid, if you wanna diss me you gone haft ta do way better than that. So when you find skill, or when skill finds you, meet me in Bitch Slapped. |
dyce will eat you yo!! lol
wasup playa, long time no see! |
LMAO!^^
he already did.....
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Yo take that finger with the 1 on it and shove it up your ass/b4 my tek 9 be, sluggin up your ass/you like CHARMIN bathroom tissue, you soft ass shit/yo Dyce get this WacWallyGreen nigga, off your dick/b4, I hit him in the mouth Nisquick/you punk ass bitch/
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BLACK FIRE
that was one of the wackest things ive ever seen.....
and thats my diss! |
Krem u gonna die
"For a bitch"
If art truly imitates life yo face must be breakin mirrors// I hope my last attack left u nursing "Burns" like "Mr Smithers// Im dropping bombs with rapid pace Hans Blix declared my style unsafe// make "Jokes" until my "punchlines" tattoo bruises on ya face// This pussy's been fucked more times on 2 rhymes than Annabell Chong// Watch him swinging from Pac's nutsack like a phallic Donkey Kong// Its time 2 burst ya bubble Imma leave ya senseless inna sentance// "I feel sorry for...." shit y'all know the line in Menace// My "flows" simply 2 deep Imma leave you treading water// Shoulda took a vow of "silence" now this "lambs" off to the slaughter// My metaphors are like a hangover-you wont get them til the morning after// from now on call this fool Ja Rule-cos he aint no fuckin rapper// |
to mcleevers
man you can't spit, i didn't even read your whole shit, if it was on paper id be lit, my my zippo or somethin else that could get rid of it,/ come up with somethin better or you should just get out of here, i'll bet you a hundred bucks that you are a fuckin queer!!! |
dont like to name names so ima diss the fucking board
a whole crew bag of fake emcee's incapable of delivering more ya'll think you got the answer to gay disses and poetic rhymes shove another dime up your ass,quick fast,retrieve grieve off your mind tired of phony rebels thinking they got answers and holy metaphors why you think you lost to that boy who couldnt calculate small little decibols and for all the rest of you who thinking the chance of improving will do split your personality in 2, then you and your mom'll be less of an issue |
this is towards Illuzionist (cuse i really dont have no beef with anyone in here)
yo whats ur rap name illuzionist, u aint no real emcee u just an impresionist, i slaughter u on the mic cuse i'm that lyrical arsonist, now u know yo flow wack so why presist, u embarrassed yo ass so badly now even yo momma wishin u didnt exist, now its known for a fact nigga u truly wack, Illuzionist writin shit this site gettin dim-again, u aint from detroit stop tyin ta be eminem, u get used once n thrown away like a tampon that resembels yo personal life cuse u quiet feminem. |
now let's try and say something real quick about this little bitch
quick little trick'll get us through another day of listening to him he signs trill up in this joint, lets pay respect dont stare and point cuz its clearly another case of gay emcee with fake exploit these homosexul embryons step to the mic with the force of many cuz the shit in his rap style's plenty,you'd think he changed 2 balls for a pussy now ima show you these 5 cents, fore your wack set to just reset unwanted fumes from toe to neck make anyone around you reflect and now its you who's lost the bet, the final game is taking over by a greater rap warrior, who's got no need for treasured clovers |
your name is illuzionist cause you squat when you piss,
you can't come up with your own shit, reading a book of other peoples rhymes when you spit, that is pretty cheap man , only losers sink that low, go back to what you do best , suckin dick for blow. |
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Techum the Emcee.......
Bitch I'll rip you with no sympathy cuz I show no empathy, you think you're shit is tight, but my punchlines bash it plentif'ly/ you came to make enemies, fine cuz I came to lose friends, between me and you it's obvious whose got the dividends/ I'm sick of the sight of your name, what is it Techum?, when did you come up with that? while licking somebody's rectum/ kid check the color spectrum, I'm all over it, where are you, you nothin but a colorless moron with nothin better to do/ fuckin sentence fragment, no talent havin, ugly ass lil bastid, you couldn't be slick with your lyrics if they were covered in plastic/ my method is drastic, bomb on your ragged shit wit consice diction, I'm elevated to vivid desrcriptions while you still writin fiction/ look what you missin, nigga you don't wanna be startin beef wit me, do this gay shit again and I'll be dissin your ass even more frequently/ fuckin homo, wit your gay ass barz, leave me alone............ |
to techum da emcee
i don't know what the fuck you think you doin/ i've seen better shit come from peoples mouths when people are spewin/what the fuck do you think you are gonna prove by comin in here/stay the fuck in your gay bar you gay ass little queer/you spits are about one tenth of what the two dice can say/ why don't you look somewhere else if you wanna get laid/cause there ain't no homos in here, so stop peepin/go home right now befor you fuckin start weepin/don't deny it you sulkin little baby/ cause maybe, ya crappy ass disses will anger me/ cause i am like the incredible hulk, i'll kick your ass/ be lyin there 6 feet under the grass. ThUgZ 4 LiFe |
timaluned????
How the fuck you gonna say somethen, when ya can't pronounce ya name// Thugz 4 life is what you claim but now your maken it a shame// Stay in ya range, go rap wit the handicapped// Your flows are like masturbators, they straight wack!// You showen slack, for you theres no flow attack// Fall back, I read better rhymes in a fairy tale story// What kind of wack faggots like you am I gonna see before me wit no glory?// Lines that rhyme don't mean your sick// Just remember that until you reach my level, yous just another punk bitch! Razh |
another lightweight feather for me to trickle on
use the tools to abuse and let time unravel on with sickle tons of fiddle ones, i lace out the biggers puns cuz your out in a second just thought id give you one more hum the production's fake, looks like a can of worms half ate the stench of this bate makes him clean up three times a day some more lines derived in quick time like great fine dime you making me look twice as good and i have yet to even look at the situation in hand, another fiend's glands to hand drop that thought there aint much point, if you here him you'll understand |
merazh, what kind of fuckin name is that you punk ass little homo/
i'll kick your ass so fast you'd have to watch it in slow-mo/ now why did you have to go and start shit usin my name/ the stupid fuckin part is you probably think this is a game/ but you went and said shit about me and my crew/ the worst comeback you got is "hey man fuck you"/ you should read a dictionary to increase your vocabluary/ or maybe just shut the fuck up like a cryin little baby/ now if you want to keep your rep and even parts of your face/ you better shut up you stupid sissy b4 your ass ends up in space/ a reminder that if say shit about thugs 4 life/ you'll wake up the next mournin sayin hello to my knife. thUgZ 4 LiFe |
Merazh, you just jealous you aren't a thug, you just a pile of dirt, underneath my rug,
you can rap, atleast you claim, but your rhymes are so fuckin lame, you ain't ever gonna see fame, fuck man come back when you get some skill, don't bother comin back, until you claim to be from westmorland, but you so dumb, you don't even understand, your rhymes are just a waste of my cache, sorry man, here's a tissue to wipe those tear's away |
Lol @ this becomin a diss the person above u....
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DANG again PAIR of LICE
Listen Kido im flowin first class while you rep down third class// thinkin ur a princess wit sassy but i'll soften you up ta wipe my ass// i'll fuck u up so fast you can't even count the linez that past// you cuz you rap like ur thrown out in the trash so feel my wrath// you're a queer a h0e that gets a dime each time you blow// one of your grampz and that goes ta show taht at diccsuckin you tha pro// i should let you go and not waste my precious time anymo// im anticipatin tha you slow and you can't even fuckin flow// step up into my contraption that'll cut wordz into ya and make ya into tiny fractions// your words ta me cause a distraction and have no meaning wit no real action// my flow'll drum on yo cheap ass 25cent crown from kmart like a percussion// makin ya not even wantin ta participate in this discussion// who you think you bein wit yo fake ass implantz and surgery// it's plain ta see that you aint' even fuckin halle berrie// but who are you kiddin fag you're fuckin illiterate// try hooked on phonicz or goin ta skool you really should consider it// from coast ta coast i'll still beat ya up and burn ya wit spitz like you're burnt toast// cuz ur ass is gonna fuckin roast and it's you who i fuckin discriminate against the most// i feel a burning sensation im gettin closer to god in a tight situation// so take these rhymes home and think it through// cuz the next rhyme i write might be about u....// enuff........hahahaha |
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adapt... is wack.
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this to techum da mc
yo i aint 12 year old but dont go lookin up pictures of 5 year olds on the internet you remindin me of r kelly yo you rap worse than nelly get that bandaid off your face its about time someone put you in your place stop mentionin other rapperers names its about time some one reminded you how all your lyrics are the same not mentionin any names but you were a molested child no wonder yo disses be so mild |
this is for all the fuckin people who talkin the "gangsta" talk, man i'm just showin how fuckin easy it is to talk 'gangsta' and plus this is a fuckin freestyle (yes this is in open mic as well)
when the nine starts cockin hear niggaz walkin, lookin fo trouble its like they want beef, fuckin in my hood dogg it aint gunna be brief, homie compared ta trill yaw sound plain, i aint playin when i say i'm a let them clips spray, i aint playin when i say i'm a do what i say, what u want i got it, Now a days rappers aint bout it they just bought it, heat i brought it, sent my coke mail po's aint caught-it, how am i gunna live hmmmm i thought-it, up n i know how i'm a surive how i'm a stay alive, there's a sayin scratch my back i'll scratch yours, there's another sayin get bolts on yo doors, sensors on all floors get cameras on po's, get yo whip bulletproof get yo glass house rock-proof, bitch yo pussy aint cock-proof aint yo man aint safe neither cuse he aint unda no roof, homie hear what i'm sayin i aint sayin nuthin, expect fo i aint bluffin when i say i'm a get yo ass one-day, roll yo bitch ass one-way, get yo g4 off my fuckin run-way, fo me the week dont start on monday, it starts when eva the chedda come-in, nigga get yo ass here i dont wanna here i'm comin, stunt if ya want lets see how ya react when we start dummin, shells be sprayed every direction, my flows be like a picaso piece perfection, block off the intersection, frontin stuntin rappers only bout deception, now time fo u mutha fuckin annisiation, fuck up n get caught up in yo own assasination, and wat u facin is beef from the Q-L nation, we pack toast every ocasion, i couldnt give 2 fucks if u black or cocasion or asain, feel that burnin sensation when the hollow tear ya up inside, now yaw gotta abide by my side, crips with clips 24/7 we dealin with chips, if it wasnt fo the chedda i wouldnt have a berreta unda the sweater, come on pull it nigga, kill me n watch the plot get thicker, we pack toast n supply it round the whole coast, hear the D.eagle blastin stand back gaspin, gotta get yo head straight sallow on some asprin, why the fuck do u think i'm talkin about a desert eagle, if i didnt flip it on yo people, now its like my whole life illegal, yaw need ta speak the truth in the booth like sigel. mutha fuckin people talkin about they mutha fuckin gat what eva oh pull the strap on a nigga, fuck up seriously, check the lyrical contents that took me less then 8 mins --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- son that was hype, keep yo flow tight, u got yo game on right _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ **>!<tRiLL\[S]/eMcEE>!<** |
Ya'll is nothen!! Weak ma'fuckers... (Krem & ??Timaluned?? still can't pronounce it)....haha...I'm a say it like this....
First off..for "Tiny Tim"aluned... Merazh is the name, the image you'd see// In the desert before you pass out when I spit this heat// I must admit your spit was weak, but thats ordinary everyday// I dunno about slow-mo but I'm a murk ya ass and show krem the instant replay// I Think it's a game??, nah, but you wasn't even apart of it// Atleast now I know where wack emcees came from, cause you started it// I got hotter hits, ya flows are false while mines is true// Stupid Punk bitch, I wasn't dissen on ya crew I was rippen on you// But now since you brought lil'krem to party I'm a rip him in two// Timaluned's soft, getten scared when someone screams "BOO!"// He's the type of toddler that still looks up to Winnie the Pooh// He got no ice, but rocks them velcrow shoes// I'll leave this faggot red, so theres no singen the blues// See'em outlined in chalk at 5 o'clock on the daily news// Barely knew, that i'm not new to the game so bitch get a clue// Razh so sick it's like he sticks wit spits like the flu wit glue!... So bitch theres no you!.... Lil'Krem?...ok..here we go... Kid, you ain't even from the States, so stop the wack verse// You's a bitch, so I wouldn't fist I'd have to slap you first// Your rhymes don't make sense, like from birth they was cursed// Popped balloons is how I burst, a purse and high heels will suit ya// If ya'll some thugs, what you doin at home rappen on computas??// Sound like ya some losers, tryen to be hard// I didn't know lil'krem was 14 and his mom's a retard// That explains the flow, young and slow// Go'head and admit, ya'll just don't know// Krem your skills are small, no chance to grow// Ya bitch friend Timaluned is a 5 dollar hoe// Ya'll ain't thugs, more like some Sloppy Joes// Bitches copy flows, from kids in 2nd grade// I can't stand ya'll pozers, ya'll be acten gay// I'm the suns rays, got Lil'krem nervous of the spits i spray// I pop nines, while he pops zits and pop-tarts round his way// What more can I say?, death is what I'm handen ya// So step the fuck back off my skillz before I leave you dead in Canada! Ma'fuckers are young....jus stop Razh |
what the fuck are you doing//
your rhymes made me start sprewing// man i was just playin before// cause you were rhymin like you were four// but now that i see you can actually spit// i'm not gonna take anymore of your shit// now shut the fuck up and listen// cause if you don't, blood will be what your pissin// i'll hawl out my gun and won't be missin// cause faggot ass Merazh, who i be dissin// my mom's a retard, your mom's a whore// i fucked her so hard, we fell through the floor// your just a wannabe emcee// your like a flee compared to me// i'll crush you with my spits// i don't need to use my fists// but fuck you nigga i'm done wasting my time// hit me back when you can actually think of a good rhyme// so fuck you bitch i'm done// go kill yourself, here you can use my gun// |
Oh my....WACK.....
Damn!.. I didn't know garbage could spit on the net, shits rare// Since that's the case, I'll go get my trash can just to make this fair// Got this nigga on my dick sayen how I can actually spit// But what Krem don't understand, I'm the one maken it big// He's known to be small, like a pair of a midgets balls// This faggot must be Alicia Keys cause his flows are starten to fall// C'mon yo, you can't rap with the sun's son// Have Krem beggen fo mercy, but Razh has none// Leaven'em done// Tears rollen down ya cheeks as you choke on my gun// I'm dissmissin Krem like I'm careless// I spit wit heat that'll singe his skull an leave'em hairless// Punk faggot can't compare to this....Krem, stay in ya home// Razh got that rabie flow, he don't spit he fomes// I'll have the heat brush through ya hair lik piks and combs// Ya structure is made of brittle bones and I'm hitten you wit stones// So quit tryen to reach my level, and stay the fuck away from my zone! (if you really want it....quit posten in this cypher and post the thread and battle me bitch...) Razh |
LYRICAL_GANGSTA
^who are these people always botherin me?? Ok this is the last time I'll be in thread cuz everyone is jus talkin shit now.... First off I don't know you and don't care what you can do, all the time you took to put together your lil verse, I coulda wrote two/ apparently you new to this place and you don't know not to tempt me, you got gangsta in your name but your gun is rusty and clips empty/ cancelled like Ren & Stimpy, I'll amputate your legs and call you Limpy, I must be one with Pastor Troy, cuz I'm the only one that can pimp me/ you talkin in circles wit no personals to come and diss properly, you "From: NEXT TO YO MOMA'S BED" cus I rent you my property/ there's no stoppin me, I'm Leathal like Weapons in sequels, stop tryin to be like me kid, cuz my Dyce(balls) have no equals/ you Beans like Seigel, people eat you just for Shits and giggles, ask me if I liked the content in your verse and I'll frown an call it fickle/ your name shows what you wanna be, but never can achieve, I feel sorry for your brain cuz stupidity won't let it breathe/ rip you wit ease, please nigga I got you life on the bottom of my sneakers, I'm always the highlight of the show, you just a guest speaker/ |
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This to techum the mc or watever the fuck his name is
yo, somebody pull this cat off the stage he aint go no street credabilty quickly, cause he dont have no ryme capabilty hi rymes are the most simplistic i eva heard its okay to laugh his lyrics be obserd Con proof tryin to get cats like u out u betta hurry the fuck up or do i need to shout |
this is to big J mutha fucka dissin me cuse a my age
fuck big j who the fuck does he think he is, so what i'm fo-teen thats nun a yaw biz, man u cant keep up with my rhye complexity, the only u was gangsta is when u was playin GTA VICE CITY, my lryical capabilites rippin yaw wack emcees, nigga u cant finish me or dimish me, now listen faggot rapper who u tryin ta be, u just another dumb fuck stayin home all day n buyin shit off TV, man i heard there's another sale at EBAY, na man dont fuck with big J, cuse he'll take it too literally that nigga he-gay, now what u say, dissin me about my age, haha that was funny now i show u a fraction of my rage, i flip the page to a new chapter, on the mic i devour u like i was a fuckin raptor, but i aint no mutha fukcin dinosour, big j who u tryin ta bore, its a proven fact that for every 1 dope emcees theres 9 wack ones, u aint got no funds bitch so how ya gunna buy guns, now what u wanna start sumthin, man cock is the only think u'll eva be pumpin, n loads on yo homies is the only thing u dumpin, bitch this was just a sample a the hate compared ta what i can really do this is nuthin. |
This to big j
i dont want no affilation wit this cracker yo i splatter u and ya cru make ya wish u neva tried to become a rapper make you wish you were neva born youd fit more in place if you were listenin to Korn i won more battles than yo bitch ass has lost and thats a lot you need to pay more respect its ok i already no you got a fake intellect you dont no shit u be better off lookin up a dictonary when you walk in front of this fag best be wary |
big J u too scared u aint prepared,
u the wacked emcee i eva read, yea i wanna battle ya u heard what i said, man to me u sound plain, homie i aint playin, when i say that dissin u aint worth-it, compared to yaw shit mine sounds perfect, u a punka fo real u just a G on the surface, i aint no bazza like u so dont ask me where the surf-is, on the mic i get u ripped n leave u blood splattered, yo spleen shattered yo skeleton battered. (treach P i didnt diss u fo real on that cypher i just had nuthin to do) |
i get set trills up next to pull a fast one, im lyrically connected to the dots then i blast one/
now who wants action satisfaction my lyrics remind treach and the 14 im everlastin/ forever laughing/ takin ya both off my nuts cuz u drownin in my semen/ hauntin these bitches, like i was there worst fuckin demon/ beat me... yea dreamin/ cuz rhymes is somethin ya asses is lackin/ ya need a wake up call so im'a give u a good smackin/ 187 is what ima put on ya ass/ sayin ya ready nahh you girls aint ready fo the task/ like a comedian, after i spit im'a get my laugh on/ then watch my lyrics bleed on ya both like a tampon/ u need to notice that im an all star and ya still a novice/ im tha one, who nobody is ever replacin/ so stick to ya lame stations/ cuz like wal mart jerzees, ya both imatations/ givin ya a brain freeze, leavin ya eyes hazy/ faggot asses ima call you both miss daisy/ call me vince carter cuz im just fuckin amazin/ tryna battle me you both must have lost it... damn its a shame and u teamed up niggas......hurry up and respond so i can diss ya niggas again |
i aint dissin yo age im dissin yo rage/
no spark no flame...guess u just in that stage/ fraction of yo rage multiply by two/ couldn't scare the whole cast of the cartoon scooby doo/ so u from 88' or 89' it dont matter its a hit from the past/ u didnt even know your mom when i was hittin that ass/ and ya never rocked the microphone more like a phony on the mic/ shoulda put stock in the xylophone, at least you beat it right/ like a thief in the night, i got you and that phoeny azz treach owned/ yo mind body and soul, and a tall glass of ya ho/ this be the last bar i fire, damn i made a mess with the heat/ so now i put you out tha pasture with the rest of my beef.../ |
Big faggot J//
your name is gay okay// i haven't even read your rhymes// i see your name, and i know i'm just wasting my time// man you a disgrace to the rap game// you ain't ever gonna see the rap fame// when i spit, you wanna cry// you ask yourself, why can't i spit like this guy// cause you sound like a piece of shit// your faggot ass can't spit// so just give the fuck up and quit// ya fuckin dumb twit// stop posting on my thread// or you light weight ass. will end up dead// |
man your mothafucken name is trill
you know what that rhymes with grill which is what you'll be when i'm done this spill everyone here knows you suck the cock of every little boy who lives on the block just because you think that you rock well guess what i think your a fag and i hope some dog bites you in the bag and then fall down and break your leg then maybe get hit by a car why'd you let your words go that far so now your layin in the ground there is no sound but that my friend is good news for you cause when you were alive all you heard was boo's |
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