use anologies n shyt n jut rhyme bout killen peoples mayb the person above u or who ever make this hot...holla bak 1

peep my steelo,i got mad rank from killin people//
i'm evil, like the dr. in dat austin powers movie, i'm discietful//
give it up or i'm a get cha,hot shit burnin ya flesh when a bullet hit u//
stay wit sharpe knifes,cuz i like da way it look when u cut human tissue//
i stretch da issue, not some books but bucks//
shells enter ur chest, but fuck up guts//
i ain't all da way there i'm missin some nutts//
ofcourse i'm crazy, for bitchies i stick barrels up they butt//

nigga u best dodge and weave, cause these bullets are flying right at u/
100 miles per hour of pure hatred, u putrid motherfucka, i'm curious about what colur u bleed/
should be red, but u're so much of a coward it's goin' to be yellow/
like a hoe i'm goin' to make u suck, but not dick just on bullets, so get ready to swollow/
i'm a killa emcee, so that means i'm a emcee killa, my bullets will leave your Cerebellum leaking out your skull/
smack u on the top of your head with a hammer and make u small/
u mexican midget, i'm the grim ripper who rocks the cradle to the grave

as i cluch the pistol i got ma finger on the trigger/
your hair stands up and ya pupils gettin bigger/
you talken way too much/
bitch dont you know you can get touched/
ill cut you with a knife or a knights blade/
then again i could plan a bomb on you, then hold on to your life like a grenade/
the bullets fly out basically sprayed/
you hiden more than wychlef in his album "masquerade"/

aint no mo games played and aint no time to talk/
cut yo fucking skin off and dump yo body in salt/
I aint the type to kill you fast I like to see a nigga suffer/
like going over yo face a million times with a buffer/
or I might cut cha, just useing a butter knife/
that shit aint even sharp you'll be screaming just take my life/
at the end of the night like Pac said die slow/
somebody will find you the next day with a rope around yo throat/

i fuck wit people till they die like the angel of death/
kick yo fuckin' ass tough bitch while i strangle ya neck/
and as you try to wrangle ya breath spray you wit teck/
wrap yo ass around a telephone pole wit barb' wire/
drop pages of your shitty rhymes around 'n set em on fire/
while i spit gas on you bitch ass, and piss your eyes/
lisp my i's, but you must relize this diss sure tries/
to fuck wit me but all yo come backs is wack redrick/
i got a metal-dick, platinum wit dubs for my nuts/
i got clubs for you sluts, who wanna fuckin play/
call me fuckin gay? i dont need yall stanky pussy anyway/
dont push-me anyway, lest yall wanna get dead/
get fed wit lead, but chill bitch i jus wanna get head/
btich, paint my dick white with your tongue/
lest you wanna get hung, or fucking stabbed/
but i just wanna get strung of that vicadin i had/

So called killa mc's u must beware/yall just freaks that belong in tha town fair/ u just fill lil children with fright/ face a real nigga n u bark neva bite/ your lines leave me sour like lemon heads/ run u over like gravedigger, just leave treads/ cuz i've elevated the game beyond your reach/they say those who can do/and bitches like u just try to teach/ so i'm goin to leave yall tryin to educate/cuz yall ain't real just a masquerade.

i didnt kill anyone, my arm just spazemed, jeeze..
the knife was in my hand cos i was cuttin my ham and chease/
having a pic nic, i was in the wrong place at the wrong time/
yeh we had beef but i never ment to hurt him he just dun died!/
and as for those other 'mishaps', and kidnaps i already said/
it was my evil twin his toast spreads, butter emcees for bread/

that was good^

BLITZ...IM THA NUMBER ONE FO' VIOLENCE//
PULL A GLOK ON A FUKKA U BE SWORN TO SILENCE//
PEEPS TRYIN TO ARREST ME,COZ I NEED A WEAPONS LISCENCE//
FUKK ME WOT BOUT THA MIGRANTS//
FLEETIN THA COUNTRY,IN AN ALLIANCE//
2 BE A GUD KILLA U NEED A GCSE IN SCIENCE//
COZ I STAB U IN THA DIAPHRAM//
N U CHOKE,COUGH UP COKE,DO I NEED TO SHOW U A DIAGRAM//
THIS IS MA BIO PLAN//
IM A SNEAK UP BEHIND CLOK 'IM BEAT 'IM N SNATCH 'IS 20 GRAM//
BAR...BARHUMBUG,U LEFT WIT A SCARE//
N I STROLE OF PROUD TOKIN A CIGAR!!

my ass been branded with a license to kill/
glocks, knives, pipes, as long as its stainless steel/
killing aint a science, just give me some piano wires/
u get stangled in silence, but this is peace compared to my viloence/
I'll slice ya leg off at the knee-cap, and beat u to death with it/
then roll your bloody ass over with your own leg and kick it/

Ima do it like Biggie and "Kick in the Door"
Only Im not waving the four-four
That dump brains on the floor
Im swinging the deuce-deuce
So please don't call a truce
Cause each slug wraps around ya fuckin neck like a noose
So MCs get lyrically lynched
Cause Im taking rap away like Christmas was taken by the Grinch

this mothafucka MonsterL say he gonna TAKE-RAP
really, HE-BEEN-WACK, he need to get a CHIN-STRAP
with the quickness, ill bring you straight to your DEMISE
you won even be able to see your life flash before your EYES
like and a with a eagle i SPREAD, so much LEAD in his HEAD
he was DEAD for i even saw somthin RED
but i aint stupid though, so, before i FLED
i up an purt a 'kurt kobain letter' on his BED

-1-
Anonomous

anonamous im gonna hit yo head wit a bat like sammy SOSA,
ya hidin ya idetity but ya final moments gettin CLOSA,
ya rap was WEAK-LAST WEAK n id beat ya ass wit one hand BLINDFOLDED,
this aint ma first POST, "EASTCOAST" gonna make ya ass TOAST so don't think im a newcomer this time rapbattles gettin EXPLODED,
ill gouge out ya eyes wit a CORKSCREW, put my fist THROUGH U in U give ya bones to ma dogs to CHEW, drop the remains off a boat at TIMBUCTOO.

eastsida...............................
ill tell you why im anonomous - drop bomb-spits, causin conflicts
that flatten your esophagus an put you in a sarcophagus
im droppin-kids with no respect for their better
my rhymes are sick like i put anthrax in each-letter
fuck you up like a bleached-sweater, inside-out
ill drive-south an have to pull a nine-out
an ride-out, straight to mexico
cap you from there so cops cant flex-you-know
this sposed to be a killin cypher but what-is-this?^
if you was a hitman youd be out of business
an just cause you got the drug life image*
doesnt mean you live-it, forget-it

Anon
*the gas mask bong picture if you cant read between the lines

anonomous ya verse sounds badly translated, ya didn,t read what i stated, cause ya ass is uneducated,
my shits highly rated and accoladed, ya melt like cheese grated when ya c what i demonstrated,
constrict ya till ya face red, fill ya ass wit lead, dont mess wit diss skinhead unless ya wanna be bled