Is this bitch 4 real….I’m gonna eat this bitches spit up, like I woz Jesus havin the last meal!!



You sed your lyrics were infectious...* That only coz your spittin hepatitis B*

So when your spittin(actually spittin) on the mic* They need another 1 for me to mcee*

This must be a fairy tale to you * Coz I’m the dream master in command*

You as good as peter pan, wiv a gat and your lyrics * You can never never land*(never never land)

I’m gonna knock this bitch up * Plant the lyrical sperm to start fertility*

You got as much credibility as a bitch wiv H.I.V * Your diseased with inability*(ooohhh)

You stick to a nigga ass* like fly’s around your shit* (her lyrics)

Sittin at your computer undressed * coz your clothes resist to fit*



So I blow-back(blow your back) shooting* Sink you in a blanket of leadin*

I deliver low blows *which are as dirty as a hoe's unwashed beding*

Who’s your man coz I need to say * Your Bitch is stallin

This aint your job bitch, is it? * YO whats that? your kitchen’s callin*

my lyrics are as ill * as a fine nun that puts out*

You’re a virgin in this game * without a belt under you, or even a good bout*

Look bitch, I got skillz* that you seem to lack*

So when these lyrics kill ya, *next time you’ll be unable to write back*



Do do do I hav a st stu stutter, BITCH I don’t think so, vocals as sharp as wire cutter!!!

My liquid infested wiv intelligence, I’m natural like the elements, my mind makes me go crazy, like common sense has no relevance.

So were toe to toe, flow to flow competing in this battle, man to hoe. Ill never leave you leave this lyrical immortal dojo, keep you trapped without the chance of parole, like an afghan P.O.W!!!(prisoner of war)



So little 1, knowing that you’ve lost already * can pop your brain cell*

Your rhyme woz as perververse as a * toilet and a George Michel*

I’m gonna thrill ya(thriller)and kill ya wiv my flow * But yours energy is old like a Saxon*

I'm gonna verbally rip out your mouth * leave you to get plastic surgery like mike Jackson*

You are realllllly shit aint ya bitch * bet someone’s told ya that a few time’s*

Your like a wanna battle newcomer wiv no clue * Ill send your ass packin to the skool of rhymes*

Shit I spoke to ya man yesterday * Sed you a hairy bitch, wiv a years pass to the Barbour*

I'll drop my napalm fire shit on ya * light your ass up like the japs did at pearl harbour*



(last four bars la di da di da)

Your spit should’nt be posted on here bitch * it should have been put in the bin*

You just not getting anywhere and fuckin yourself * Just like pissin in the wind*

If you woz married to rap * I’m pretty sure it would want a divorce*

When I battle, I don’t come marchin wiv my army, * I’m get inside you like a Trojan horse*

I’ve wote all this shit without reading it back * or taken a breath*

I bet this ill shit came as a fuckin shock * like princess Diana’s death*

I enjoyed makin you read this and * thinking of me makin you squeal*

But like I sed in the beginning * I gonna eat your spit up like Jesus eatin the last meal*

this is a very simple diss, so dont judge to harshly

nice wordplay n use of the infections n shit.....sounds u kno from experience..lol..I liked the flow of this piece n the rhyme scheme....7/10

That was hot yo. Crucial ish. Nice puns. keep up the good work

Yeah this was alright....just watch the line length on your lines there, almost all of them seemed stretched out though, also dont space out the lines like that, but it was alright....you had some alright flow in this.....had some alright multies...overall a alright piece...keep at it.

that shit was confusing~