ur gay u spit to much usin symboles like This -------> ~ and such/
im to fast to catch and to ill to touch/n i kill the dutch/
u scored 3 goals " a Hat Trick" all u do is score with big dick/
I bust my gun quick if u touch my sons chick ill shoot off ya stick/
ill rough u ,you in the game actin like a tough jew/
you put your hand on your stick, and your keep it there with super glue/ so u can try to block ne thing i shoot at you/ I bust my glock on automatic skim ya hair so quick they casue irratic static

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Yo LIL RENEGADE is makin his way up da ranks.
ya boi is back

ok...so ure gonna cum out my stereo cuz u got i mic in u
i will stop talkin your bullshit and continue
so ure an electric fence and spittin at u is hazedous hey?
thats ok the electrics off 2day
and ill spit at u like im spittin this rhyme
the way u rap should be against the law and a crime
im dissin u line by line
im rippin u apart and im takin my time
ant this i shine!

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DISTURBING THA PE@CE

my diss was for unwritten hazard on the 1st page!

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DISTURBING THA PE@CE

R.O.B.B You about to get spanked! I'll fuck you up worse than i did mothafuckin Loyd Banks! Yeah i'm black bitch thank you very much! me and ya mom went from "how you doin?" To QUICKIE IN THE TRUCK! Or do i have to point out the bounce you come from where and you ain't smoked an ounce! You say you gon shine! I'll blow you up like the sun! Whose the Illist M.C. around? You talkin to him...One! But sorry dude ya rhymes are lazy! You dirt! I'll brush you off my shoulder like fuckin Jay-Z! OH shit so you say you want more! nobody want you! you like a old dog in a mothafuckin Pet store! Plus you say you are never gon die! One Question, I know you like dikes! So i ask you nigga WHY!

dog u better go back to the pound, before i pull out a loui ville sluga bat and pound on ur crown. then expose the brain i fownd. then i will explain it, 1/3 is just his ego, the other 1/3 is a burnt buritto, then i found loyd banks bustin stupid crazy rhymes like evil canivle. Did he come from a man or just a carnivle, u look at me and yo dick just shriville. you cant bust a rhyme if it was handed to you, with a instrumental. You like to spank the dudes like you was a pent up criminal. well heres a life sentence to me, because it'll be the last sentence you'll ever see.

unwritten hazard fuck that ima write off this bastard
he think he can spit but ma spit hurt faster
he ain't shit fuck him cuz i'm tha master
ya gunz iz fake them shits iz all plaster
i'm tha master of disaster
i do this fa occupation
and tha nigga afta me will b doin nuttin but hatin
well i guess i'm out back to fite against Satan

Im new to this but Im shootin YoungStar/
Your rap iz weak more or less U sub-par/
Without even thinkin Imma beat U by far/
Big'N iz steppin up to the plate/
Lets go fishing nigga, U's my bate/
I'll see U wiggle like a worm jus wait/
Talkin about U tha shit, U tha master/
Im tha Boss, U at home shittin your pampers!

hold up hold up, is this girl lyein
my gunz are fake?
her spits dont his faster thats all im denyin
your get too upity beter know up place
ill show you my gunz are real by putin 2 in ur face
ur spits are faster well mine sting like mace
so young star im disaster in this place
paint the forest with ur blood wile making not haste
i may not have a dad but you have nether
your a test tube baby, with off the chart crak metter
look at ur big eyes nothing can beater
grow some titys and then were a wife beater

Wow sounds like Disaster Master couldn't be faster?
What tha fuck he thinks he the master//

Grow up kid learn to type,
maybe one a these times you'll get it right
but tonight your rhyme sounded like shite//

Man i heard those lines so many times
their bad as mine when I was humpin' a lime for dime//

Will you please get a life, and once you do get a wife,
then you can stab her with a knife because of strife//

Sit down clown imma make u drown when im cummin' down right to ya town
and just fo you i be wearin' a night gown//

k-dubb dude wat da fucc is u thinkin rappin you might juss get stucc wit singing (laughin)
ur record is 1-4 i'll murder u and run and tell da copz wat im wanted for
u dont want it raw, cuz im to damn nice
and aint none of yall on dis screen ever blew man pipes (guns)
raps is older than dicc van dyke
u wacc kid haven't u looked at ya record
u need 2 get focused do somethin to get better
homey u need 2 learn 2 rap
my flowz iz hot they burn like i permed ya scalp

da one talkin shit bout dick van dyke
well u like the dick and your mums a fuckin dyke
ill murder u n ur whole crew with one bat
ill steal ur bitches n have em turnin tricks with there twats
try n test double c but u dont trouble me
i bubble in rowdy clubs, stratford rex when the shots gone off
i just blazed green n popped my collar off
now u wana test a man thats immune
im the man that will put u in ur tomb

Double c is truly the one and only,
rapper we talk about being so phony,
south borders of london? well ima-comin,
open your mouth so i can stick my gun-in,
if theres no struggle i promice you to heaven,
stuggle and ill fire maby 1 -7 ,
bullets in your face your chest and through your shoes,
ill make shure yah end up on every channel news,
so step the fuck off ya hear double C
your rappin carreer is in deep Trouble-See.


peace

This bitch should be homeless or simply retired
'Cause his wack as fuck lyrics make us wish he expired
The Suppliah?
You're like a bag o' marshmallows- soft n' white
Your lyrics are just as sweet- mine are often tight
You can make a fool out of yourself, or let me act one
I've packed~some heat with gats,~son, in an orderly fashion
When it comes to battlin', for your sake, this better be yo last one

Poision, how you call yourself this, boy your more like the remedy//
Cause anyone who's never won before, boy you'll be there remedy//