ur verse was an embarrassment like wen u pissin and u hit urself
were u dissin the guy above ur cuz u pretti much dissed - urself
ur wins were to bitches and ur losses were peeps from my crew
if u had a million posts ur still a newbie cuz no body likes you
ur gettin lyrically owned and u couldn't beat a retart wit no hands
if u sold a record ud be a MC wid no fans...ur wack..& it still stands
got his battles in his sig cuz no one would take the time to peep
putting u to sleep...ur verse wasnt for a battle it look'd more deep
u got no chance beating vets...u gettin burned like cigarettes
u struggling to live like a family going on debt...ur life was a regret

BOOYA...

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INFINITES MP3'S

You ready for battle? well with me its a death-match
Steady servin 4 free, and i jus cooked up a fresh batch
of hot rhymes,only thing you got skills enough ta do is drop dimes
i spit so quick i stop time
how can you allways ride jocks and then try to block mine
me an yer girl agree, I'm sportin a fat cock
check between zanys legs you swear he was Matlock

I~destroy~this~herb spinnin n slashin like his wax~n~vinyl
Deployin~into~thirds im transformin pain till hes wacked~n~final
Droppin~more~shells than a rejective turtle my spits~rip~ya~thin
Bringin~all~hell i burn ya vocals when my blade~slits~ya~skin
Manipulatin~minds like sadamn my rule leaves ya broke~n~battered
Prevocing~lips~with~rhymes these hits got ya smoked~to~tatters

Yo ill merk this emcee so hard it'll be called a cutastraphe
I'll leave him blind w/ nothin to see when the bright lights shine off of me
I don't know how this chump won 4 battles with rhymes like those
It's prolly cuz he's a fag and has a bunch a dickriding homos
Fukk him he's done and dead so i'll leave w/ one more rhyme
When I kill this fukkin kid it will be called a duty not a crime
-Kemy$t

the duty is done, sent not a crime, cuz kemy$t be gunned/
and I'll just be witness to his own suicide/
when I rip that fine line, with rhymes so hard/
spit shine, when I punch this fucka in the eye/
watch yo ass sit down and cry, complain to rights/
cuz this bitch ain't man enough ta fight/
u ain't no motha fuckin emcee, quit the dream/
cuz u only be actin femcee, when u streak, and a dick caught between ya teeth/
listen to u plead, soon as someone comes beef/
u spit harda then me? bitch please/
u betta off just steppin down to take a knee/

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<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=red)>Atmosphere - inspirations of following in the footsteps of story tellin rhymes</table></center>

<center>Corrupted Visions</center>

<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=black)>Giving Sight A Third Eye</table></center>

yo dawg get up cause entering your dreams
I duck tape your mouth so that you can't scream
and bam crack you with my bat and make you bleed
bury you body like planting a seed
guess what this aint no dream its real
Im the guy that no one can stop like the terminator
i dont solve problems but im the instigator
and shred you like a paper shredder
so bitch bend on your motherfuckin knees
and run cause i catch you in three

Yo u say u like tha Terminater//
man get back to American Pie: Sherminater//
u like cheese and i'm tha grater//
slice u to threads, lay uin ya dirt bed//
take a sledge, and pledge it on yo head//
leave u dead wit dark red blood shed//
u say u an instigater, u an impersonater//
like Sherminater......

u talkin bout 7/11 and ak 47's
soundin like u a paki
u like cum'on dada tap me on my sacci
u say u GIVEN?
i'ma b GIVEN u a bouqet
and the fillet u, and put ya on my grill
sprinkle sum dill, eat and chill.....

wut are ya doin man, it's like ya cravin an L/
if this was a battle forum ya'd just be breakin ya-self/
nobody like ya, oh too bad ya got ya one-fan/
who joins ya in sun-tans, and let's ya hang at his plush-pad/
the fuck with that shit, kenoras i'm bustin ya lip/
and rubbin ya clit, cuz ya more pussy-then a hundred of kittens/

This fools like anger councilin tennis..straight wack
N like exploited africas ya neva gon get any feed-back
Its a cutastraphe how like washington ya names beggin fo capitals
N like steve erwins been fuckin wit me my only intentions to snap at you
Imma pull in ya eye balls so ya aint sein whats next
As i burst out flamin from that hole in ya own chest....

Spittin acid i rain causin ya structure to crumble
Derangin ya name cus like my sig ya just waitin to fumble
Playin dungeons n dragons this kids outa his Age
N while ya dad reads ya stories i make ya flat like the Page (page = character from DnD)
Ya lyrics flow freely when they get up n leave
Them tryin escape is ya disease makin ya heave

haha

D Abyss Carryin More Balls Than The Bitch In His Sig
Buryin Him In The Dirt Is The Only Way He Could Be Digged
His Avy Has A Pic Of A Guy In The Laundry Room How Wack
This Cat Couldnt Get High Elevation If His Lines Smoked Crack
Look At His Flow It's All Off Like Nile River Corruption
Looks Like His Worldwide Fusion Is Havin An Eruption

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Respect is all I'm after.
Prime effort is all you can expect.
Perfection will be promised in time.

The Creation

Jus remember one thing kid whos gon b winnin tha battle
when ya flowin around dead with no motor or paddle
I pull out ya brain to prove ya not thinkin
When ya fuckin wit me by scribin that ink in
Still wearin ya dypers ya white n still fulla shit
Bein pasivvly smoked n ya still takin my hits

im new to dis but dissin u has to be easy/
i could post my picture up and u still couldnt see me/
ill have u mad, da REASON is u UNABLE to be me/
ya arms to small to box wit God and ya hands to little to beat me/
defeat me neva get off of my dick/
treat u lick dat rabbit "hey silly faggit dicks are for tricks"/