pine-cone you should know better then to challange the real MC.

yo bitch assed pine-cone, go give some guy the bone/
and mabye he'll moan, and you might just get that loan//
cuz more then likely you'll be stoned, after that guy gets boned/
and we don't need to be cloned, even know they phoned//
i just listen'd to D12-devils night, and now i'm up for this fight/
and i don't know if this shit is rite, fuck this shit u can go fly a kite//
we all know that eminem hates fred durst, cuz em's uzi will burst/
i'll just go get some thing to crave my thurst, and fred will be in that hurst//
and we all know that shit can happen, it's always when i'm cappin/
a hole in ur ass and when i'm rappin, i don't wanna make you start slappin//
so you must know that i don't wanna fuck you, i'll never get through/
fucking dissing who?, oh wait pine-cone you know that i say boo//

uppin for a vote against the pine-cone i think that he doesn't have n e thing to say to that lol he must suck.

well mike, thanks for the advice, but i dont have a bike, and u i do not like/

you thinkyour the REAL mc, well lets see if your up to this cause i'm bringing my army/

cause i'll keep uppin, fuckin, your motha chuckin/
i'll bring out the big knife, take out you and o.b trice/
fuck you, your a tool, no wonder your still in fucking school/
grade 11 if i remember correctly, i'll fuck you up so you wont never forget me/

make you fall, in my hall,/
on the way to my bacement, base you head in the cement/
and while i'm sittin there playin x-box, there will be your mother, my dick in her box/

so dont you ever foget this shit, ya prick, and while you at it you can suck on manny's dick!.

uppin for the vote againt this so called mc, but all i see is a poser, like vanilla ice, look i'm tryin to be nice, give this shit up while you can , or you'll end up with a bullet in head, just like dan.

yo mike, you too scared to reply, just be a man and fuckin die/
see, unlike you, i cot a crew/
me and my boys, playin girls like toys/
fuck'em and chuk'em/
some like it in the bum, just like your mom/
heather. damn she's fine, i gotta make her mine/
no matter what it takes,even if i have to kill all you fakes/
see i'm a fuckin p.i.m.p, not just another g/
i'll get my 3030, pop you in the head, and you'll die, shurly/
your just like eminem, i'm sick of him/
same as you, so fuck a cow and make it MOO/
fuck that, al;l i need is a pellit gun son/
it ain't got much power, but i'll still give you a shower/
of lead that is, thats what i said, i'll make you fuckin dead/
no form in my raps, man dont make my get my caps/
i can rap circles around you, and all your crew too/
yes they call me pine-cone, and i condone that you suck/
so fuck, gimmie some respect, /
mabie someday if i get some time i'll teach you a rhyme/
but till then back off, or blood is what you'll cough./
pine-cone

what the fuck is this, mike is taking the piss. you posers cant rap for crap i take a nap and rap better than that yo you two need a life hell you'll never get a wife tryin to be like obi trice whoever the fuck that is
are you two still here cuz now you got somethin to fear MC Raph8ta the famous playa the rapinator gonna own your ass like the terminator

you fen sucked strumpets go munch on a crumpet theres something up your ass crack looks like a trumpet get out the dictionary; to advanced? play pictionary i own you guys solitarily you better team up cuz im from queensbury you cant handle this , yo , you can wish, yo mama tried she took it up the ass and died- oops i lied. tell your mama thanks, but damn shes rank, i ate her pussy and damn it stank. if you trim her pubes maybe next time i wont refuse. you bunch of christians, soon you'll be wishin for audition for gay homo mag , second edition.
well i gotta go
your moms a ho
sorry that was a low blow but your moms a good ho i dont mean to diss her but i sure wouldnt kiss her have fun rapping in between strappings and lashings and such, i know you like that, ive seen you guys touch
im out wiggaz

face it bitch you can't rap, and all of your shit is crap/-1
and for one thing for need a slap, then all your gonna hear is wap//
holy fucking god damn, u might as well cut off ur hand/
because that is my demand, and i don't hear ur band//-2
well well pine-cone, as i said fucking go give rob the bone/
i'll beat ur ass with a phone, and throw some fucking stone//-3
by now you should know better, and when its cold i won't give you a sweater//-4
i will send you a fucking death letter, and don't come crying to heather//-5
god man even obie trice, will beat your ass with a vice/
oh wait you better make it twice, and give you some spice//-6
and mabye slim will help, and make this shit smelt/
or even get all this ice to melt, and whip you with a belt//-7
and one more thing pine-cone u can have ur x-box, and ur damn lil cartoons on fox/
or you can get on ur knees and suck some fucking cocks, and you already know that i'm the one who makes this rock//-8

god damn you cant spell, does the word "dumbass" ring a bell? I was going to stop, im already at the top but i have to clean up the competition so i'll get out the mop while you listen to pop (Eminem, D12 etc) You both better practice and remove that cactus from your actus, I know thats confusing, and i know im misusing, but who's gonna notice? you two are dumb as a pack of lotus but im sure you know this. go watch your television while your getting your circumcision and while your watching your mom use your x-ray vision. i think this is over you lisp like grover go back to your drugs you fucking stoner

well mike, go get a trike/
and on the end there is a cycle, well isn't this a pickle/
and your mother you can keeper, cause i'm the grim reeper/
i'll cut your hear off with a syth, and then i'll stab you with a knife/'
u got it wrong, go beat your slong/
cause i'll beat you with teh phone, you hurn down into the bone/2
and beat you head off teh wall, you be dreaming about the ball/
and how you'd like to go to the mall, get on your knees and crawl/
why dont you go see manny, he should be handy//
if your lucky you might get a hand job, you fuckin slob/
well golly gee thats dandy, u can play with his handy//
i'll give you a coxcone, make it a loan/2
dont fight with me man, i'll leave you there, right where you stand/
does that sound like a plan, i'll get my clan/3
ok man, my clan vs yours, and after i burn you, u'll have a tan/3
see this is easy for me, me and lil G, i dont even need a d/4
cause you see, this ain't nothing to me/4
peace out mike, you suck

uppin for the vote agains this clown, he is goin down/
how could he think he couls take me, why can he see, i'm the real mc//
what a fuckin knob, slob, he likes to give guys a hand job.
so peace you fuckin fruit, i'm givin you the fuckin boot

apariently this guy has nothing to say, aint got no shit to spray/.
right no he is sittin in school, fuck, what a tool//
i'm uppin for the vote, but i dont need to sell out/
cause i'm the the only, pine-cone, i ain't no fuckin drone.

Pine-cone's rhymes consists of a diss he thought he could insist/
the_real_MC’s flow persists of a reminisce with hit's that neva miss//
Me sayin you're ill and you have skill is a complete contradictory/
After this battle I'll feed u my medal so u can say u tasted victory//
It's like this bitch is raping lyrics the way his verse was forced/
He could add glue and tacks to his verse but it wouldn't be reinforced//
I'm quick to make your thoughts of winnin vanish like a magic trick/
This pussy couldn't put pep in his step if he used the devil's walkin stick//
You should join the army the way you showed everything u could be/
Which compared to me is nothing more than a wannabe...whack emcee//
You couldn't put a spin on your shit if I handed you a rolling tire/
This faggot could swallow a pack of lighters and still couldn't spit fire//
Optimus could attached a pic of Mike Tyson and still couldn't show punches/
His odds of winning are less than Etheopians recievin good lunches//
It's as though I'm battlin a kindergarden child the way his style's played/
You're out-weighed as you displayed, wouldn't attract viewers if u entered a parade//
You wouldn't be dropping bombs if you were comin with an air attack/
You lack, it's now a fact, couldn't hit me with energy if u were a power pack//

Nice rap, you piece of crap,/
to bad that aint you, the only question is who,/
you think your great cause you can copy and paist/
but the thing is i own a dictionary, and on the contrary, i dont suck
i'm the one with the million buck, girls everywhere who want to fuck/
all you got is a lawn and a rake, for goodness sake/
have some decency, even that hockey player, what was it, Guy, he can see, that i'm the real fuckin MC/
so peace for now, go fuck a cow,/
mabiue next time your write your own rap, you sack of CRAP/
pine-cone uppin for the vote against this sack of shit