im dropping anvils on this punk like he was a villian on looney toons/

kstroyer give it up ur rhymes are like a bag of pennys useless//and u flow like one of those bitches from clueless/i dont think u can do this// so give it a rest and find a new site// cuz the shit u flowin will never be tight

Sunshine I gotta agree, kstroyer is a wack emcee
He mine as well hang himself from a tree
but this flow ain't 'bout fags, its bout old school gags
so here's a slap to the face wit my girls used rag

you aint shit aint "nobody2me"//
2pac and tha goverment got all eyez on me//
waiting to see if ill make a move to murder this emcee//
wit verbal dagarz and metah knifes to make you walk wit a stagger//
looking like Screech or Steve Urckle...skinny pocketz while mine fatter//
suprise ya wit stylish elementz...pissin yo' self cauze i ruptured yo bladder//
like roachez and im light....when i show up ya scatter//
and tha only time ya burn shit is when i toss salt in tha wound//
like this was pre-mature ejaculation...ya death is cummin soon//
aint strong enuff to break out ya cacoon//
so im blasting shots while you still in tha womb//
as if i was Mr. Cleo i got this cat psyched out//
rich as fucc let me prove it as i pull tha dirt bike out//
dont know how to act...scurred to fucc ova like it was your first night out//
Closet bitch let tha dyke out...eating pussy is highly probable//
2pacz prodical like i was jetlinnahz crashing my style is un-stoppable//
historacle fuck tha oracle my heated spitz melt ya soul//
slow like eternal fire metling ya stomach system//
ya plummet wishing you didnt fucc wit ALPHA//
in tha highest position king of HIP HOP From tha Big L cristen//

shit it would koss u less to get out before u get ripped/ bitch ass ho ridin tupacs dick// man leave it alone and let him rest in peace//i know this sandiego ho dont want no beef//cuz my rhymes are potent like the marijuana leaf//if u think u ready then holla back// but i would watch out u might get bitch slapped

This
Kid makes
threatz and still ain't ill/
his gutz gon spill/
trying to spit gangta and still ain't real/
The Zen master like Phill/
three peat with the beatz/
hold heat and murder three peat on the streetz/
ya whole scheme is illrevelent/
need some more growth and development/
spit like you're a hard rock but a newborn delicate/
simple subjectz and predicatez noun and verbz/
my worst shit still astond this herb/
you all bat with no swing how you're gonna combat with the king/
Sunshine is bearly a smoke screen/
you aren't Hot like KRS/
I'll put the AK to your chest/
and sizzle your guess/
and lauch missles to your flesh/
image grosteste/
expose this little faggot/
you ain't gutter you just a little too hyperactive/
I smack kidz/
and hold it down/
it's over now the G.O.D. molding this clown/

ok you molded that clown but you need to mold ya flow
you poppin shit like you ill but who told ya so
but ill admit that ya bold ta go, at somebody's head with that wack crap
you though what ya dropped was hot ya betta back track
you rap smack, the spit you spew is bellow the par margin
you talk about other cats rappin tough but you just barkin hard jargin

**Rips Tha Cat Above Him**

Don't hate
on the elite flow/
Zeno/gassed up like a can of beanz yo/
I'm a grown man you better fuck with them teenz yo/
spit that mean flow/
savage jurassic chop off ur head leave you body in some plastic/
get ya ass blasted/
for the lies you broadcasted/
I got this shit mastered left you at birth and labeled you a bastard/
you're fabergasted/
at the king of thread/
Arm Leg Leg Arm Supreme head/
you desigue rap/
spittin them wise crackz/
catch a missle right between da eyez black/

I put an end to dem wack cats wit bad behaviors...
so theirs gonna be no fuckin around when I come on at this Savior....
I'm "razor"...
This "butterknife" would love to write the experiences of my life...
But instead ya fed up in ya head, wishin death cause ya lifes dull...
You'll always stumble n' fall cause that Bibles stuck in ya skull...
Ya preach tha printed...
Every other word is religion every other minute...
Ya forced by my reach to allow me to teach...
"Check Statz" be "Tha Kat" that had Mose's beached...
Ya just gonna come back n' ripp me, so enlightin my views...
Or act Que'd cause I'm gettin atchu'...

~BORED~
~Decides to rip Savior Allah~
Excuse me Mr. Savior/
Why such poor behavior/
Your rymes need help, try a life-saver/
Try takin one for ya stank breath-as-well/
Cuz when ya spit it has a digestion-smell/
Why u keystyle anyway Mr. Allah?/
Cuz when ya freestyle it's all blah-blah/
IM jus givin ya some friendly advice like Mr. Deed's/
So put out somethin people acctually wanna read/
NO BEEF! ~1~

"M-Body" could never "B-More" , stuck wit "forty four", I can afford to aboard...
I wash tha wasted ashore, I can't wait to release what I've had stored...
We got ya status now, Weak immature wigga...
You'de neva grasp ahold of the Queens Bridge Kat your an immitation Jigga...
Wait....it gets bigger....
Stayin home, created a zone thats thicker, ya own no triggers...
I'm stackin figures, ya lies linger...
You should switch ya name wit ya location n' B some[B]body , get it right n' do ya chores...
Rhymes, your in desperate need to "M ake-More"....

~about to sink this kids boat~

i dont know what storm shipwrecked this S.S. Minnow reject/
this kid thinks hes nice but hes really incorrect/
no disrespect this is just a cypha im only joking no harm in my word/

(p.s.)

i bet u cant wait to release what you have had stored.....
its called constipation.

and reading the shit u spit i bet your stomach was tore up.

the shipwrecked but the captains still here// spittn flows that will rupture u ear//this k stroyer gets destroyed// with lyrics that are void// this nigga makin makin me annoyed// so he gets deployed in this cypha// your a baby still need a diaper//

this bitch nigga savior allah think he got the authority cuz hes olda// well then u just a old nigga bangin that punk shit//while im bangin to the top fuckin up niggas like allah that dont no hip hop// and i dont stop grippin the glock cocked back and ready to rock// bitch niggas like u stay in stock// but regulated like hoz and stay on lock// with rhymes like a wanna be pastor //that gets rolled on faster then a corvette ridin in the wind//

EYO, SUNSHINE, IM A BOUT TO BLOW THE LIGHTS OUT
CREEP BEHIND LIKE A PREDATOR DEFACE YOU

this post is getting pathetic, i'm just posting so some unfortunate emcee can get slain when they reply...1luv.

Famous with that fag n' up in drag shit, thats why ya holdin Queens ...
I'm that thug rioting pirate atcha iris bustin feigns ...
creatin scenes ...
Ya see it's like your tha soft "Paco" and I'm tha macho
"Supreme" ...
Are ya following me? ...
Ya wack,a poet? ..ha ya can hardly even show it , ya not focused stop hopin ya critically going insane overdosin ...
I have tha ability to Dodge, because I'm in "Shadows" ...
You wanna battle? Or even grapel ...
I've been waitin bottled up like Snapple come get inside me ...
Have you bitches try to dick ryde me ...
Ya dream of being beside my team, thats a high goal I ride alone so go get a bone bitch!

DEMIGOD you must be smokin READY ROCC..
or gettin' dosed by STEADY COCC, they fucc yo ass on EVERY BLOCC..
and if you start to talk please let us KNOW THIS..
or fix that fatal case you got of HALITOSIS..

[COLOR=crimson]I have to...[/COLOR]
 

I'm ready to let Biggdz40cal inhale my lyrical shellz ...
This kat just a portion, I gotcha "grill" char n' fry ya well
Wack rap don't sell ...
Kat you can't come penetrate like Cassell ...bitch you ain't no Bonzi Wells ...
Get some help... stupid bitches get slain ...
I run tha courts lock in chains in this game ...
Dog ya pathetically unhappy ...stop tryin to spit trash half ass rap apathy ...
I'm like a bullet, cause I fit in tha chambers ...
Cock back n' spit flame that's dangerous ....
I'm tha one walkin the neighbors ...
I'm "Tha Kat" cuttin wit razors , endangered , protectin tha community wit my face in the paper ...
Ya scared to put up where ya from ...
Thats dumb I give two thumbs to us thugs in tha slumbs

I c how ya'll want it
 

wella.....
J@yHuLL...
It's time for you to HuLL out, cause i'm a show you what rhymens about....Never doubt, the skillz i obtain, I always remain insane while keepen niggaz in pain.....J@yHuLL, your ass is plain...theres no need for the scopes, cause i'll point blank range my whole aim, leaven ya ass in shame while i'm spitten the flame upon your brain that'll scorch your game....and you thinken you somethen wild when i can't be tamed....I'll leave your wack ass lame to where noone knows your name, to where you can't be claimed and i'll be the one to be blamed for the distruction of your name!!

~Strict~

this nigga rhymes like its 1989//
cant design a rhyme thatd be close to decent//
rip you to piece's, you fuckin chocolate ~ only with reesses//
ima cutten this nigga with glass ~ so he can see past his mistake//
style like a pre schoolers ~ fake like childrens stove tryin ta
bake//

fuck thats weak.. an it still ripped you, lol

one

this nigga rar one like verbal dicks(dictators) in his mouth// suckin on these words like bitches goin down south//its 4th of july so this bitch firecrackers up his ass// sayin hes havin a blast.........awwwwww fuck it im out

Lol shit ok then..

I shouldnt even reply to the freeposting bitch//
You are Easily taken out like a dogs itch//
nigga, ill eclipse your sunshine, with on wicked rhyme to stop time//
youll feel my dick in your brain as soon as i begin to fuck with your mind//
dont even bother buggin other niggas, your ass is mine..

key'd once again..

one

Lol fuck it im bored..
 

A-yo honestly, this nigga must think-he-me//
Ill beat my own fuckin flow furiously//
Leave niggas bleedin, like a bitch menstruly//
leave rhyems that are upsetting, like an athlete that takes falls betting///
you think youll be walking away unharmd, only if im willing//
left studying my flow, got you longing for a new feeling//

kinda weak, but fuck it, lol its the forth an i gotta beer in hand

one

to rar one



rar one i'll burn u like a cigarette// when the slugs hit from the tek is when i get my respect// i chin check bitch niggas actin like hos//like rar one on the flo suckin dick real slow givin his dad a blow and suckin on his toes// this bitch froze when i walked in the dow// this bitch was runnin butt naked gettin shot at like crows// crawlin on all fows sniffin ass with his nose// this bitch on the corner sellin his ass like the pros

fuckin damn.. Your whole rhyme schemes terrible//
your barly able to come with a weak flow thats barabull//

im sorry ,but u cant rip me with to bars//bitch ass hoe suckin dick n a car

robbin stores
 

royal blue im hyrd0 the new mc disrespect me and meet defeat../in the street is where us gangstaz meet robbin licka-stores leavin cashiers at our feet../i rip the greatest mc's with ease have they momma on her knees i spit betta rhymes when i sneeze../seize the cash get out that store fast dont get caught here come the police../with greese they fuck each other in the slip in slide is what they call it../i rob lick-stores because ima alcaholic../draw the plan out with a pad n pen make it a song called the lyrical collaberation of the black skin

look at this kid, he just wasted his prewrittens
all for nothin, i rip this kid in one sentense
nigga i can tell you dont got ends
before i began, everyone say hi-dr-zero
your not on my level, i approached this battle wit a mic and a shovel
this battle is thru, you babblin fool,
in rappin you schooled, why battle this dude
he think this is blue(s)

So Serious!
 

Yo before you start preachin' let me be the first to stop it/
you ain't tellin' the future so how the fuck iz U a prophet/
the boy supanova spit nothin' but hot shit/ the gloc spit/ lets see this coward azz nigga try to top it/ but hold up let me get straight to the point/ u got 643 and u still a get yo azz smoked like joint/ yo style showin' me that U weaker than most/ that's why nobody wilin' anytime that U post/ U been studyin' me for years so I guess you feel that you a scholar/ Dawg but u only chump change, so stop fuckin' wit a dollar/ prophet tryin' to sound real but c'mon he from michigan/ How u gone come back when I leave yo azz missin' man/ lol Hollaback One!

i verbally fuck yall in the ass like a serial rapist havin a blast// but i blast wack emcees and bitch niggas with dark intent // spittin so much fire i make the devil repent//


shit thats all i need on yall weak niggaz ~1~

A-yo son
 

it just came back to were it hada start//
how you killin a nigga witha heart//
make your head catch when i throw a dart//
a simple shceme, to kill this feen, then lite a match after i mix you spleen with gasaline//
thats why your askin me to piss on you, well fuck you, only time you gettin sex is froma drunk jew, after this battle cats be like sun-who?//

one

rar one whatcha talkin bout son // the sun is the gun bout to cap u with uv rays// the hollow points in the desert eagle phase//

ayo Demigod try rhymin' for a change, don't even come back actin' like you in dis range, its strange, how ya'll emcees always think ya tha hardest, cats read these cyphers but disreguard it..i don't no you, and prolly don't wanna, truth is you wouldn't be rough if you had skin like an iguana!!

my b yo i didnt relize dere was extened pages i was suposed ta diss sunshine

dumbass newbie.....................................

yo bitch your name is "E" cuz u need to elevate//u lyrics are wack i give them a 1 on a rate// your late like a fat bitch tryna be on time for a date// juss not rhymin at all should be your fate

aint no sunshine in this song

bout to knock the fire from this wannabe sun/ shine his life b4 his eyes while he throws a verbal trantrum / cum on his bitch and make her my queen/ spit in his coffee make him think its just cream/ im just mean when comes to the microphone/ ya rap reminds me of the song "old folks at home" , aint no shining the sun is gone/