look at this emcee abillities
ill come with the killa-breeze
to sweep you off your feet, i drill-mcs,
make ya have to see a doctor in the phillipines
to fill-your-knees with titanium, an still-you-leave
maimed-for-life, til you cryin-to-christ
i got this guy-in-my-sights, he'll be dyin-in-nights
im flyin-to-hights, that you couldnt fathom
make you have a mothafuckin spasm
every one that hears my coherent lyrics has-em
if me an abilli was racin, id have passed-em an lapped-em
leave you shocked like a grandma havin an orgasm

Anon

The nameless emcee wasnt to hate on me, bitch
fuck you, you probably livin in the phillipines
anonymous, fuck you bitch get out of this, thread
you paralyzed on this death bed, of hateful regret
I should of known that you would hide like the cowardess sniper
as soon as you seen abili at the top of the cypher
and now you runnin like the arabs when the choppers started swoopin
are you mentally unstable, or is you just plain stupid
see my skills make you weak to your titanium knees
you want me leave, just ask so i can tell you bitch please
so im a leave, im a tell you in a way that is nice
get a name than talk shit, thats my advice

let me key somthin right quick

see you got it fucked up, im Anon cause you don know-me//
that doesnt mean im hidin or that i cant flow-see...//
maybe i do kick it in the phillipines.......//
was that sposed to be a diss? they prolly got the illest-greens//
i got a fortress for a verse, while you pitchin tents//
i know you broke as fuck cause you aint even makin S-(C)en(t)s-e//
as for your question, ill pick mentally unstable//
cause at any moment im able to shock you like a naked cable//
they label me as a lethal human being//
you better check your temp quick, must be sick, if you think im fleeing//
an that bar with swoopin in it dont rhyme right do-it?//
now tell me.......... which one of us is really stupid?-

Anon

what we've got on our hands is one big misunderstanding
anons the miss, and under abili is where hes landing
bitch i was sayin shit that just flowed, like naturally
why you tryin so hard, its sposed to come jus casually
im a let this clown bring out his pen and his writing pad
and if im lucky three hours later he'll reply, now thats sad
bitch you might think that you can rhyme, but it dont make sense to me
how everytime you throw a punch its in fuckin parenthases
fuck you, bottom line, thats the jist of my tale
you livin proof that all opponents of me truly will fail

yo man, just stop it,u think u gonna make a profet//u just live in ur closet,i'll just get ur gfs 7 digets,fuckin her like she was a miget//
u just a fagget, calmin to be the wannabe RABBIT, u just stick
around man just like a slug on a stick
suxin the "mans" dick, //
u call ur self a true emcee? well u got another thing coming
im rymin like mother goose, u just be so full of boose (booze), im comin off at u like "double 'O' seven", killin u,stabin u, murderin u is all the same shit, wheni have fit,i'll spit dirty shit at ur face, u wanan be race vs the white ppl here well u aitn nothin but a loose mother gooose, wannabe creator like her and i we just meat at the line and then surface slowy like a spellin bee was talkin place we'd all be quite, after that we would ingnite a fire rosting cow and snake u just lye awake, glazin at the stars wishin u were one ur self//

haha.. aight look

Another little rook talkin shit bout the crooks
Read a book up your vocab and then maybe you wont be shook
Ya name says it all cause when you drop you say nothing
trying to sound hard as hell but you bit yourself so stop fronting
Verbally tear ya heart out, show to you and replace it
Face it, your skillz can't hold a candle to King Chrit's
Now reply kid with another recycled verse
But in the meantime I'll just ready another hearse

Yo man u know the rules, even "ja rule" be headin in the right direction, look at ur refliction, u aint even a saint, this path u run upon, aint the right one, i jam my votes, like u just the "adam sandler" goat voice, i'll endruce the duce, when i produce this magical heat, u wanna battle me, then just the clan i'll kill ur "KKK"
wannabe white guys riding on ur ponys, u just a pure phony, like bowlony sandwich, u want me to dig u a grave, bitch ur just dead, ur 10 feet under sea level,
u aint got love for bitch, u just the slug with the earing bleed red, u just dead from ur insane rymes

LOL
chrit went an told free his vocab was loose//
you can tell he mad when he make up words like 'endruce'//
ill introduce you to some one by the name of quality//
it must be my shadow cause it always follow-me.....

abilli -
ill come with punches so ill don need parentheses to land-them//
even if you were SHORTER than my rhymes you couldnt UNDER-STAND-them//
3 hours later? lol, this took 5-minutes
my skills rating from 1-10 contains 9-digits....
i hide-bitches like you all across the planet
no time to plan-shit when i smash your grill into the granite...
im straight sick, cause ill run dressed as an alien
screaming DOOM HAS COME into an episcopalian
church, in the middle of service
i spot you in the back room with father john lookin nervous(hmm)
so i run up an douse you with gas that was in my thermos
light the match, walk away, an melt your whole epidermis.....bitch

Anon

I'ma get rid of you by droppin bombs like you a foreigner
Make it so really are anonymous
I rep Da Grove... Son you don't want war wit us
Them hollowtips will push ya wig back
Leave you on wit bugs
Leave you for maggots
I tellin you, you can have rap I keep the automatics
You ain't a killer or kidnapper
You a young whip-a-snapper
I stuff you in ya closet close the door and let the eagle blast ya

fuck guns i use my bare hands/take you to beach i rip your heart out and leave it in da sand/
then i come play you and grap a glock a erase your memory/then leave yo moms sobbin semtimentilly
bring yo crew and watch them get devistated/and then laugh win the rollers ay its gang related
little man you don't wantin wit me/ask anybody from la to da read sea/
whats fun to me is usin words to murder rappas like you in da first degree

Firesquad, bitch now you're getting fired on, you gangsta?
bitch like 50 told you aint nothin but a wanksta
the shit you wrote above this topic really had me thinkin
that maybe you werent think straight, is it the shit you drinkin?
"bring you crew and watch them get devistated," by what your keyboard?
or maybe this "gangsta" tninks he can strangle me his mouse cord!

emcee abilities? u must be kiddin me,
more like disablilties when i let him feel the killin trees
stupid flea get stomped on, like he a floor u get walked on

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Listen to this flamin' fool tryin 2 dis with miniscule illiterate drips of drool
Why don't u let me feel dem trees cuz I sure as hell aint feelin' u
Better pour out a lil' liquer on dat fire and get back in school
4 u try droppin' lines like dat again or else get ripped down like that flag u flew
Oh wait a minute u thought u were cool?
just a flamin' phagot I thought u knew
The bad man iz here right now
yeah bad rhymes in week lines
I'll leave u blind like squinty eyes readin' High Times
I hope u take it like u spit staight from the behind
da only Fiyah burnin' here iz anal hair cuz that ass iz mine

c town? wut the fuck is that? oh wait i herd of it, das where u can find the faggets at, at least das where dis fagget at, dont talk bout wut u dont kno bout, cuz wut u kno bout will surely burn the shit outta u u likkle batty man

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