fuck man i smoke ur shit jus like weed,
ya lil bitch with a tampon,after this ul av 2 take it out 2 show u bleed,
coz im beginnin 2 think u fake,botherin wiv maggots like ransum,
i believe fly-e got sum talent,but i read ur shit-im like pprrfff dam son.
u must b the reason y b.e.s.t got no rep,
coz writin the shit u do leaves em wid nought to protect.
so i dont have to try to diss you,
coz if u went B.E.S.T wudnt even miss u.

i TRUCKED-THIS-CAT. U served, quit BUCKIN'-BACK
i have no punchline, you're just so FUCKIN'-WHACK!!!
FUCK-THIS-CAT, I'm done DISGRACIN'-YA-RHYMES
cuz u're no competition, yu a WASTE-OF-MY-TIME
My lines break backs, Docs'll be REPLACIN-YA-SPINE
wit the same material they use when CREATIN-A-DIME!

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!

you got a light cuz I'm about smoke you
fuck you and fuck ya whole Crew
you guys just as bad as the junior gunners
i could tell y'all just a bunch of faggot Runners
this Cypher beef man y'all should just squash it
but if you asked me this shit never even started it
you think you all G'd out Repping ya set
a Silicon bullet is all ya faggots gon get
Fuck all 300 Junior gunners Fuck "The Best"
y'all just a bunch of e-thugs so get ya E-Vest

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You can't get to me cuz
U can't Touch tha Untouchble
Break tha Unbreackable
Shake tha Unshakeable
Move tha Unmovealble

Ayo hard-cor ... you need to discard your
weak attacks and wack attempts to rap... you destroying the artform
coming up short... and i'm cutting you off at da knee caps
just in case you feeling froggy and decide to leap back
can the tuff talk... them silicon bullets ain't never bucked off
you soft... ya trigger finger's only used to get a nut off
I.G.... you just attempt to... P.C.'s Finest got no potential
so I'll turn my comp off and i'll still end you

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CLICK DA SIGGY

gram.. atics got it, decent, but he'll get battered/ sleepin will get u captured.. snorin'll get u murdered
i creep to b an assasin// naw u aint got the bars, matta fact no script u'll b an actor, wit no lips after i snatch em off//
i a 'spit rounds' of 'cannonballs' n spin yo square ass in a 'circle'// strap the hamm-er to ya stomach like a 'gurtle'//
'squeeze' till ur left purple frum no circulation// Then put bigger shells to your back than the ninja turtles//

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With no effort, I could still beat up your flows 'til dusk
ya bars are easy to blow away, cuz they're old as dust.
And I know why you puttin' dashes at the end of rhymes
'cuz YOU even forget where your lines end sometimes!
If dashes mean the end of something, then notice this
put a dash on your career and get the shit over with
Cuz we're sick of you postin' what you wanna say
u wastin ya own time cuz we dont read 'em anyway
we scroll passed your verses & other shit you do
click on "post reply" and just start dissin' you.
u get no respect. leave the site. get other shit to do
n' its a damn lie if you think we'll be missin' you...

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The Scholar

im rydin your shit coz theres no elavation for me 2 agree,
theres no point jus flowing coz the grass still growning u see?
listen b, im tired coz im reading wot u got in deep,
but shit i guess thats y we're meanta do this 2 sleep.
your running ur rhyme,i cant take it-jus spit,
if ya trying 2 rap u sound a tit, u av 2 admit!
la la la only get u so far,shits played,
uv bin made,coz ur hittin the fade,whilt im talkin as if i spayed.
so give me sunin 2 hit,
bored as fuck wid u fuckers pretending to be legit!

u LIMIT-SKILLED. i'm hot like how a SKILLET-FEEL
you'll get beat til you dead, similar to EMMET-TILL
peep ya rec, a battle?? u aint WIN-IT-STILL
u tryna be the middleweight champ, i already BEEN-IT,-CHILL.
i'm a vet, you only been here a MINUTE,-CHILL
n' ya BITCH already know how that MINUTE-FEEL!
you tryna fuck ya chick, i already HIT-IT,-CHILL
virgin, u dont know how to put ya dick IN-IT-STILL!

smh..

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!

from verse to verse i flip words and rip the bars of sonny....
Fly Es leaving you soon and wont be back....
......sonnys starting to feel lonely....
no barbwire to hold me im gonna show many that you still phony.....
u couldn't be close to taking me down to surrender only....
.....being affiliated with the police!.....
you gonna have to show me some real potential kid....
your multiple syllables repeat in an instant.....
.....like obbsessive compulsive kids not mentally fit.....
so put up the same style switch to a new....
but u still couldn't pull threw even if u switched to a better crew....
u know it im better than you say what u want to but its truth....
i'll stomp your flow production easy in mud thicker than soup.....
im kickin text iller than your troops yall only sicker with flu.....
symtoms wont touch me cause im an antibody killer to you.....

.......lol....~1~

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B.E.S.T.....HAHA

no you cant talk your weak speech they just arent raw
cos when it comes to shit, u come with the bull like dartboards
i have a dark force..carry on but fuck your hard thoughts
or i'l have you hittin oblivion quicker than star wars
but that cant be right, listen when i spit this g
your shit...im the star ontop like a christmas tree

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Daubs MySpace

i discard your words....
..... makes sure they become fatal like head scars....
i'll bring the poison to your scripts....
..... like my text are lead bars....
u lack endurance running long distance....
..... so i doubt you'll stretch far....
cause your punches shorten on impact....
.....like animal bites close to leg parts....
your concepts fall off the top....
....you'll become another falling angel....
cause i knocked the star over....
.....till it burned and turned red like an evolving devil....
u having a chance ?...never that just keep out the cypher....
cause i'll bring out the fire turn tables and bleed this fiend of a lier....
serve you the ribeye and triumph maybe now you'll retire....
u could write rhymes sitting next to a bright lamp...
.....your lines still wouldn't seem to much brighter.....
matter of fact stay in the dark dont ever enter the light....
the heats to much for your soft flow to center in fights....

...~1~

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B.E.S.T.....HAHA

i like to joke alot, but i'm bein SERIOUS,-YOU-THA-WORST
i'm still cleanin' blood from all those PERIODS-IN-YA-VERSE
my TEXT-IS-TOUGH. battle me?? Don't PRESS-YA-LUCK
ya structure tries to hide that ya bars is STRETCHED-AS-FUCK!
you NEXT-TO-WHAT?? not Sonny Barz...i'm BETTER,-OCK
only time u'll ever see Sonny is when the WEATHER'S-HOT
i get CHEDDAR-OCK, so i rhyme about the BREAD-I-GOT
while you just post about things that you NEVER-COPPED
i shoot BERETTAS,-GLOCKS so i rhyme about LEAD-I-POP
while you spit about guns that you NEVER-SHOT
i'm FOREVER-HOT, u 'NEVER-HOT' like the 'AVERAGE-FREEZER'
and i aint gotta feel cold to GRAB-A-HEATER
i'm the best, but you 'not catchin that' like 'BAD-RECIEVERS'
so i guess i gotta HAND-IT-OFF, this MAN-IS-SOFT
when the camera's on, then he'll pop HAMMERS-OFF
but he'll turn back to a bitch when the CAMERA'S-OFF
where are you in the game?? this MAN-IS-LOST
you way down under where MAN-IS-LOST
u cant comprehend?? cant UNDERSTAND-MY-THOUGHTS??
thats cuz u a servant, you'll never UNDERSTAND-A-BOSS...

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!

u aint a boss u an employee boy please correct ya athias//
the only thing i like in yo verse wat the exclamshi-ons//
strap the cannons to ya face n then, clap ya teeth//
shells u'll b tastin em but it wont be mac n cheese//
i speak wat i feel,, n i dont feel nuthin for you other than the sorryness i get wen u try ta flow for ya morals//
remove ya post, or u, embarrased, at it
i bet my shit put u on ya toes like reachin fa the foil in ya cabinet//
i spit crack n this, flow i kind of got it mastered if//
alotta weak fucks stopped makin battle disses after it.. lol
cuz niqqas dont want no problems stop it imma b honest//
Sonny the nastiest Barz youve spit was molded candy chocklate//

holla

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u the FAKEST-TO-RHYME, i'm easily DISGRACIN-YA-LINES
n dudes only stopped makin disses...
cuz they realized u were a WASTE-OF-THIER-TIME!
42 Keyez??? He's Just another fag RUNNIN'-HIS-MOUTH
cuz only key he ever had, was the ONE-TO-HIS-HOUSE!
i'll RUN-IN-YA-HOUSE, n leave you NUMB-ON-THE-COUCH
put the GUN-TO-YA-SPOUSE n' any other ONE-IN-YA-HOUSE..
i'm ATTACKIN'-EMCEES who drop WHACKNESS-IN-FREES
n' like i wanna be a better piano player...i just 'PRACTICE-ON-KEYS'!

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!