Diss the person above you
 

Exactly What The Title Says...

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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