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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. Go ahead kid's start with me! :shoot: |
"Born" Addicted Only To Addict Dicks\\
I Bet If His Dick Was Extended It Wouldnt Still Flip Shit\\ You Move It 10 Pages Cuz You Skurd You'll Lose\\ I Got Him Red,Blue,Then Lyrically Bruised\\ Cant Hold A MIc On RBattles\\ I Spit SO Hard GOt The Walls Rattled\\ |
Kid, only one dyin by ya lyrikz is you...
Ain't fatal ta no one else, and tastes like ya shoe. Foot in mouth is what I'm seeing, bad situation... I gotta handle on his brain, but it's mental masturbation. Cuz his mind's always in tha gutter, next to his talent... It oughta look for his stamina, cuz this kid's always spent. |
born to kill your battle record is 107-83...
not much of a veteran battlin on RB. comin in this cypher lookin to diss the one above you... now im here, gonna leave you suffocated and blue. sayin ur merkings will occur mon thru fri 8 to 5... last id seen your battle record took a dive. |
Takin a dive? I've got 24 more wins than losses, ya sick?
Guess you were falsely named, cuz ya sure ain't usin Logic. Only posted twice, so either ya new or a faggit alias... Tell ya what, I'll guess, you can wait and hold ya breath. There's tha blue ya talked about, must've seen ya own reflection... And since ya 4, I guess ya already, been cut up inta sections. |
U wa s "born" dumb as fuck, postin in dis forum//
No wonder nobody likes ya shit, its cuz ya bore em// Bored as fuck, waitin fa u ta punch// ya face lookin like i jus threw up my lunch// I hate u a bunch, it aint carpet u munch// Its da butts on da back of dudes dat u cant wait to touch// Diss tha person above you... Well shit its you... why try// Look at ur battles , from laughter my eyes cry// battlin newbs u still thinkin ya great// tell ya mom im involved, dont need a new bitch she can wait// |
In the process of elevating... for which, ya must be plain waiting...
Cuz i'm not seeing none, if it's in that rap^... Kid ya lyrically done... Dissing a Vet, when to RB, YOUR ears are still wet... In other words you just committed sucide by text... I mean damn, how many kids still diss a cat's Mom... Shit's played.... Even more than MEMBERS with palms... |
malice from nati, i guess ill agree with you some...
but not about the part where you talked about his mom. here on RB i try to only spit the true rhymes... im not here like you to make up shit just to fill lines. 71 posts and you claim your elevatin?... seems more to me like your de-escalatin' |
fuck dubsax03, cos you're dub sucks you see,
new to rb, little dunce from cali, west side? if you're the best the west's on a slide, probably gonna dick ride, instead of abide, and wait, steadily gaining recognition, well, my mission complete i've given u tuition |
British kid comin through his drunk ass plastered..
I may be an alcoholic, your still the dumb bastered.. Enter the Dragon, but Bruce Lee your nowhere near.. Takin you down with a sword and a lance, have no fear.. Sir Van Illa, the Knight on his high horse saves the day.. Nave, little common kid, a dragon? I have to say Nay.. Crushed this little lizard with the heel of my metal boot.. Tried to blow flames, the flicker just reflected off my suit.. His fires quenched, he will never blow his flames again.. A dragon in human form, killed at the tender age of ten.. |
shut up the fuck up kid i'll make u bleed to fill buckets
slit wrists bleedin with sick spits to the point u drown from it You dun it....congratulations u fucking herb..i shoulda called it the idiot who picks that avy and then assumes hes an alcoholic Kid you so herbish...consider your self smoked. if i was you i quit rhymin and shove a shotgun barrel down my throat |
Aim3d At Phoeniix
yo.. Phoeniix,..ya suck dicks, I ain't even playin'// Metas, to hard for ya cuz im betta, get what I'm sayin?// Dawg, we know your all talk, and what's wit paraGone?// More, like para-b-gone cuz i tore, ya limbs til they sore// Phoeniix, quit bein a bitch, freepostin up in here// Watchs, shows about guys crotchs, and says he aint queer// Kid, cry to mama and run to ya crib, I waved my magic wand// Cursed, you wit a spell first, oo yea P.S. please don't respond// |
bout to get fucked assassign cuz im blastin ya text fashion/
ya pre made battle raps aint shit, NO WONDER YOU AINT LASTIN// but wait, take a look at this fake emcees registering date/ january 04, his new years resolution was to turn straight!// cop this sad flop, so he would finally stop/ givin admins more handjobs than them manicure shops// |
Assasins, their "S's" not 5's
I'll put up three fingers you can read between the lines See I get sick and throw up ill rhymes I'll hit you with verbal wood thats ply M-a-g-n-i-f-i-cent, would be leavin you dead Cause you c-a-n-n-o-t pour salt on slugs in your head I'll flow a little somthing different You flow like bush just keep glycerin |
whuts up reese?
im amazed..this little retard know how to spell here's mine b.i.t.c.h i'll see you in hell/ the only reason your a killa is when ya commit suicide you must "reese" in peace coz this faggot's affraid to ride/ a piece of plywood a got the chainsaw to take ya head off ya nose go longer wit ya wack lies but still flow soft/ |
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