here is some of my dissin' work, I'll drop a few lines though.



This little bitch, wanting to mess with me,
But he's like a fucking pussy cat, hiding way up in a tree.
This kid ain't a man, he's a braindead queer,
Even if you were invisible you couldn't Diss-A-peer.
You're like a deer in the hedlights, scared stiff,
I could beat you without pressing enter or shift.
I'll kick you down the stairs,
you ain't a motherfucking rapper, keep selling your wears.
I'll cut your throat with a razor,
come get your textual euthinazia.
Like I told you the first time, I'll tell you again,
I'll kick your ass, It doesn't matter were or when.




Here, I'll come up with another rhyme to show my skills.



I'm bobing my head as i hold the mic,
I'm a senior rapper, back off tyke.
I can spit all the shit that I want, I can rap and fight,
Just seeing me you know that my shit is tight.
So let me join the very B.E.S.T crew,
I'll rip your opposers assholes anew.