hahaha fuck feminem, bet you had to think hard for that//
man you don't wanna diss me, cause i'll beat you flat//
look your scared to post your location//
scared of humiliation//
i'll hurt you bad, make you walk to the station//
here i'll make you sad, you a waste of god's creation//
you better think twice before u diss me again//
cause this diss, is me playing pretend//
man you ain't got no rapping ability//
your just makin yourself look silly//

it's funny how krem rap don't sound like u could spit it/
like books kids just read it,na more like....control....alt....deleted/
me i was neva da type to read, just skim it/
he could wear army fatuiges, and still would'nt be no limit/
ya bars is a gimic,i copy like mimic/
me rippin ya ass is ya only contract ticket/
son forget it, i know u tryin to win it/
but u was to busy like ya gurls orgasims.......pertendin/

fithycalibur

don't bring my girl into this, or i'll beat you bad//
kinda like your dad did, when he got mad//
don't call me son, cause i ain't your kid//
i'll out rap you, o wait i just did//
those 4 lines are better then your whole verse//
you can't rap, your the curse//
stop spittin and begin qutting//
cause if you don't, your throat what i be slittin//

don't take it personal/
i'll snatch yo mom and leave her persue and all/
i love ta brawl,i thought i made that shit up but da truth u just told it all/
i'm known ta merc,^like web cams dis kid loves ta jerk/
oh my bad i said son , i know thats gotta hurt/
i puts in work,unlike u when it comes to rhymes/
i'll leave ur gurl out of it, cuz i promissed i'd only talk bout dimes!

man it seems to me like you wanna die//
you rap against me, your sure to cry//
sorry man, i ain't got no beef//
dissin you, is just a relief//
do you even read your rhymes//
if you did, you'd know you were just wastin your time//
but fuck i'm done with you//
cause your spittin like your two//

2+2 is 4 and 4+16, means u need 20 r more/
chances to be like me u need more glances/
u from uk,but it should be francis/
france,sorry but u ain't got no chance/
like nude beaches u walk round wit no pants/
so ya balls missin,think he bad wanna start dissin/
mom got paper plates fo thankgivin/
cuz u ain't got no dishies,only dinner u get is fishin fo fishes/

i'm from the UK, dude are you okay//
what the fuck did you just display//
check your eyes man, i think your seeing things//
i could help ya, but it's probly gonna sting//
i'll punch ya in da face with my fist//
get ya all pissed//
make ya start to cry, and let the tears flow//
maybe you'll finally see, that your a homo//
just so ya know, i'm from canada eh//
but yeh, thats okay//

this is to fithycalibur....

you are stupid i am smart/
i spell good and you smell like a fart/
i look good you look ugly/
i am wednesday and you are pugsley/
you are robin and i am wayne/
say shit to me and you'll feel pain/
why do you act like this sometimes/
please don't make me hear your shitty ass rhymes!

that was weak,open ya eyes now can u see?/
that i-c-k after d, is who u be/
try to diss,but got dissmised by a nicca that can't spell/
i'm 4th grade at typin,but preschoolers write ur shit so i'm still doin swell/
get punchlines that defines,wordplays wit multi rhymes/
and by that time,u might find,that whole round ya assline/

u wanna battle don't beat round da bush, take it to bitch slapped/
and get scrapped,liked old cars when i'm tired of have that/

Filthy Homo

I'll see ya later no time for tha *unworthy u *dirty//
fuck yo heat bitch probly never will *burn me//
my rhymes *off charts mad heat from tha *jumpstart//
u couldn't rip a verse if ya tore *tha bible apart//
damn *mis filthy my *shit hits have this bitch *strugglin fo breath//
battlin me is like cheatin on life cause then u *flirtin with death//
what's worse tha fact that he tried hard or tha fact that *I didn't
damn im rippin u and i only made this in *5 minutes//
fuck a *thug I don't even give it a *shrug//
u can cry me a river bitch but I'd rather swim in yo *blood//

Hahaha

__________________

straight faggits-ive had-it, Grab all ya rymes then wipe my ass wit-it...
you lackin hits and Like a Little Kid- i slapped you, now you cryin Fits...
suck this Dick, i know you can-thats wut ya perfession is...


blah...

that was a good rap if your brain dead or just retarded
I'm cold hearted, no one can fuck with me, my flows keep me gaurded
I can tell you just started
I doubt you will ever get any good at this
you know, peice of shit will always be your rap battle status
out of everyone, my flows are the biggest and baddest

Call me ya teacher cause I'm correcting ya flow
You spelled guarded wrong come on dog are you slow
Chamelon what is this Mortal Kombat gold
thats a girl name you sexuality you must have sold
San Diego there is nothing gangsta about about that
Now in Baltimore little kids carry gats
If they ain't got one then they got bats
and swing right through a nigga like you back
If they ain't got bats or gats they can box
But me I'll put red dots on your face like the chicken pox
Rookie go home you don't be long in the rap game
And if you right a comeback u must be insane

this is not it, you are not it, you are not my equal/
so when your battlin somebody behind their back/
don't look stupid,i got pistols and cilps that will quickly end you life
sequal/ blow yoe ass away and have your body parts scattered,badder than the space columbia crash in texas/
if i was president i would name texas its own country,and than come over their and whop your ass in baltimore and rename that texas (and start flexin)lol/
yea i am a cowboy,yea nigga i am a texan i rather ryde a horse carrage on 25's nigga then drive an escalade or lexus....


them just some warm up lines say? chamelon i got yoe back homie no double teamin broli