speakin on trash an how that other dude smells//
well you cant rap either an it aint hard to tell//
this dudes just a bitch liar from akron ohio//
trailer park trash,neva put shit in yah bio//
ill use it against you an put you tah shame//
drop a casket on yah face an just bury yah name//
when im finished ill dice you up into pieces//
feed you to the pigs an watch em die from diseases//

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My Anti-Drug......Drugs
Anti-Drugs is when i cant get none...

ayo JayL u fucked up just like the rest
u a muthafuckin fagget called the pest
i kill muthafuckerz like u with my lines
killin peepz straight off in these damn rhymes
get yo bitchass off this shit
they callin u " yo dawg suck my dick "
life goes on muthafucker , when u erry1's bitch
earn sum $$$ suckin dicks aint gone make u rich
u look like sum muthafuckin homo thug
muthafucker u can't get a gurlz luv
i show no fear , u not a killa in ur rhymes
back off b4 i break yo muthafuckin spine

Hell, Razor, that rhyme u just spit some kinda joke?
If u razor sharp u better go slit yr own throat
All that "yo dawg suck my dick" shit is played out and spent
U say "earn sum $$$" - I say u frontin without a cent
Yr not tough, yr a weak ass belgian chocolate puff
U can practice all u like dog, it never be enough

I’ll take this herb in pieces putting him in a lyrical shredder
So u think using cuss words continuously
...Makes u necessarily clever?
Rap is what I breathe battling as a predator stalking prey for the hunt
My rhymes are RAZOR sharp
…And yours are just BLUNT (wordplay with name)
As I flow continuously like currents marauding call me the river Nile
Your vocab just basic
… What do I expect your just a juvenile! (msn email address in his profile)

referring to hellrazor..guy above me just posted b4 me

creamin this lad, cheesy n lame, im on top of this...
the cats an idiot... ima rename him captain obvious..
letters in brackets, explainin punches that only trib. to his wackness..
failed to adapt his style, got bout the same goin for him as a fascist..
spray-him-with verbs, relay-him-a-verse, props? im takin-em-first..
craving-the-hurt. stupid how he thinks wordplay is just playin with words..
claims that hes takin-some-herbs but only herb he fucks with is basil..
my punches will rattle, but you found out when i threw the shit at you..
im up-in-this-battle... Im writin over shit like you a toy n we vandals ..
you lie n i tattle... wack disses.. currently my dick-is the only thing that you handle..

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one man band, shut the fuck up.. stick to music
go back to band camp n u no where to put the flute stick
cuz u a wak MC, u aint never pulled no jacks 'buddy'
step to me, n ill leave u black, blue n bloody
broken nose, bruised face n even ya eyes runny
u get so fucked up kids sayin "mommy, he looks funny"
march 2004, they shoulda showed u the fuken door
go back where u came, MC's like thesell make ya FACE hit tha floor
shit look at the time bitch, i wish i could stay
but im sick of ritin to a nigga thats just so fuken......gay

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... You aint shit.. presence complacent, plus every bar ya flow-snagged..
wannabe nigga.. you no thug.. your names bout as good as your vocab..
fryin-this-dill, this cat is a dude im just im dyin-to-kill..
my rhyme-was-just-ill... your verse was like mine miness-the-skill..

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You should practice more often find a spot and
meditate.
you a flyweight a lightweight das dealin witt a
heavyweight
take my advice for ya own good don't disturb
me
I could have sworn i heard ya entire style comin
from keith murray
ya not worthy and furthermore ya waistin
ya time
i know ya heard me you should take ya career
one step at a time
take time out to develope ya skill i'll be waitin for ya reply
till then time stands still

ayo dis boal trash tryna git complex n shyt/
yea dis tek in ma grip will git ya chest wet n shyt//
muthafucka who u? talkin bout u heavyweight/
i deal heavy-weights n even ma drugs couldnt keep u str8//
im diein laughin at this pussy, jus waitin to git fucked/
im playin russian roulette wit a full barrel, try ya luck//
dats 1 less pussy ass rapper to diss/
u could try n shoot me from point-blank n u prolly still miss//

bitch!ayo ne body dats aint scurred afta dis 1 got his den battle me pussies!!!
*COUGH ONE-MAN-BAND* BATTLE ME PUSSY!!
~1~

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Being lyrically inclined will always gain you respect//
How tha fuck is Sixx da Finish gonna kill me over the net//
respect is what you lack, death is always a rebel//
my mental crushes you reality, which is the size of a pebble//
you life blows through the wind, shatter you false reality//
even if you were my mirror reflection you still couldn't see me//
crush you whole head under the force of my bank statement of account//
with so much money, im the cause of the U.S. deficit amount//

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VIOLENT TYPE

they was an alrite verse dog, but anyway..........

so much money, forgot to mention he got it from bein a hoe
u suck dick for a livin.. !juz waitin! to get a tag on ya toe
shit, u tha type to see sumthin illegal n ring tha po-po
just so u know tho "THATS HOW SNITCHES GIT FUCKED UP" (d12 tune)
cuz j-da, vanilla ice or ja-rule, fuck it, ya all tha same
all yall got bitches lyrics lame, nuthin but mental drain
about the same ol shit, same ol niggas in tha 'game'
j-da monsta, u aint scary bitch u 'tame'
so im finishin this off, your rhymes cant compeat wit complexity
you a shame 2 tha matrix in ya av, "what a pity..........."

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AK sucks dick... im droppin one line but not yet could he step-next-to-me..
id make it longer but im still trying to rhyme "what-a-pity" with "complexity"..

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one man band plays this shit all by himself, alone/
Still sleeps on the street cos he ain't got a home/
Lookin like combulsin, but he jus playin his drum/
Play the symbol between his knees like i play his mom/
5 dollar hoe she got to go before that one man show/
Stupid fuck got a thick afro, like Angela Davis, it glows/
Kill 'em in a minute cos I'm a dangerous lunatic thats minded/
Fuck that slut all night put my hand down for a tit, can't find it/

Mr shade? can tell you don't get laid or paid/
You made this hard for yourself, like arcade/
No style grammer or a structure, lyrical value? ShÃ-t/
I could scan ya verse for talent and see no sign of it/
I done never seen some simple shit like yours man its pitiful/
So I'll pity you, shit on you an spit at you like Beanie Seagul/