Rules

First To 7 Votes
Max : 30 Bars Per Emcee
Min : 10 Bars Per Emcee
No Dickridin' Votes
No Ko Rule

no ko
first to 7

HoChIMoN..

muthafuackah you gotta adapt to my rhyme style/
dayum i think ive been trapped the crime isle/
and im the kingpin and these two are the worthless pawns/
mine and meance's rhyme will scorn and leave you two rockin bak n forth like your withdrawn/
from fuckin rectum, my rhyme-prism splits your shit in half like the colour spectrum/
leavin you read raw from the beatings maybe you think this shit is agaisnt the law/
but little fuckers like you deserve every beatin you get/
breaking your necks, twistin backs to make sure they disconnect/
now you threaten to give it to me up the butt/
but jus beacuse your a manwhore, your bent and yo mum's a slut/
it dont mean everyone else follows your family tree/
and now im burning emcees to a higher degree/
now your saddled up thinkin your a king coz you moderate/
i dont give a fuck if you sodamize or compramise your own safety/
just remember not to misplace me/
cause this is the fuckin emcee that never forgets/
i never forgot i see you lickin 'fags' like they were cigarettes/
onto that otha cat, i hope you feel the impact of my gat/
while im engangin in close range combat/
EL, what sorta name is that you spanish?/
haha maybe your spittin rhymes hopin' they will vanish and morph into some dope shit/
but battling Gareefa: you can't cope with it/

now ima let my lil homie Menace rip you bitch-ass muthafuckahs..

eL. Diss Verse

.eL. Who You Tryna Punch With 'Them-Wack~Lines'//
Punch Your Mum Till She Falls 'Then~I'll~Pack~Nines'//
Compress Your 'Spine' And 'Twist' Every Bone In Your 'Wrist'//
To Diss Your Style Theres Nothin' Much To Say But It's Limp
'Like~Your~Dick'//
Your Mum Told Me It's The 'Size~Of~A~Tooth~Pick'//
After I've Broken Your Neck You'll Have To Get It 'Tied~To~A~Stick'//
Your Rhymes Are So Fuckin' Wack There Like A Pedofiles
'Sweatin'~In~a~Nursery'//
Now Would Be A Good Time To 'Hesitate' Then Think About What
'Your~Gonna~Say//
Don't Come Near Me Or Even Talk To Me If You Wanna 'Live~Another~Day'//
You Will Be In The 'Hall~Of~Shame' While I Be Pissin' On You
While You Sit Against The 'Wall~In~Pain'//
You Cudn't Bring 'Inspiration' If You Had The
'Best-Crea-Tiv-ity'//(Creativity)
Tryna Get 'Amdmiration' But Your Only Bringin'
'In-Sen-Sit-ivity'//(Insesitivity)
Every Line You Drop Is 'Overlooked' Like You Name In The 'Phone-Book'//
I'll Take A 'Hook' Then 'Hook' It Up Your 'Ass' Then Slice Your 'Rectum'//
Dismantel Your 'Rib~Cage' And Assemble It With 'Chewing-Gum'//

Adapt Diss Verse

Adapt Gave Me Some Whack 'Lines' To Try To Make 'Me~Slow' But Which
'MuthaFucka' Gave Adapt A Mic And Said That He 'Could~Flow'//
Soon He'll Know Alot About Pain That's A 'Guarantee' Cuz Our Rhymes Are
Iller It's More Then Obvious 'To~See'//
Who do You Think You Are Fuckin' With 'Me' Bitch I'll Shit On You While Your
Body Hangs Lifeless From A 'Tree'//
Your So Poor You Order Cow 'Manure~For~Breakfast'//
Best Assure~Your~Awake~First When I'm Walkin' The 'Block' With A Gatt In
'Each~Hand' And Just Cuz Your 'Outta~My~Reach' Doesn't Mean I Can't
'Bleach~What~You~Have~Planned'//
'Understand' That I 'Demand~Cash~In~Hand' If You Don't Disburse I'll Drown
Your Face 'In~The~Sand' Like When We Take Your 'Reputation' Then Smash It
'To~The~Ground'//
Just One Punch Of Mine Will Make You 'Spin' 'Like~Tony~Hawk' Stop Rappin'
Cuz All You Spittin' Is 'Cheap~Talk'//
How Much More Must I 'Diss' We Got No Competition Cuz Every Punch They Throw
Is A Complete And Utter 'Miss'//
Got You Thinkin' We Didn't 'Exist' You Silly MuthaFucka We Will 'Persist'//
You Want 'Me' Put Down But You Got Nuthin' On 'Me'//
Don't Blame It On Me Cuz You 'Wack~Emcees'//
Fucked Up In The 'Legs' You Can't Even 'Walk' Down A 'Straight~Road'//
Smack Your Skull Off The Ground Then Make You Become 'Abate~And~OutMode'//
I'll Shit On This 'Wannabe~Emcee' Rip His Style Apart Then Choke Him With
'Apron~Strings'//
Stupid MuthaFucka, Go Fuck 'Your~Dad And Suck 'Your~Mum' You MuthaFuckin'
Control Freak!//