My last idea sucked, but this could be real dope
look you play on the emcees name above
2-4 line diss, just make sure u make fun of their alias

12 cent hooligan what type of name is dat/
certainly dont sound like no gangsta dat bus a gat/
we like 50 cent not twelve nigga u not even to recieve tax/
dats it yo ass jus got waxed/

harmony sounds like a fuked up name to a g/
make me mad go on a killin spree dont ask fo a fee/
im doin this shit fo free sting like a killa bee/
inject ur skin wit venom soft like a melon

fgee sounds like faggy to me/
like he sings, while f-ing, a g/
splurting on his ass cheek/
spank til its pink, g/

6 cent holigan why u rappin again,
u just a try hard wanna be eminem,
now i aint trustin this mutha fucka from tuscon,
i been in yo mom's bedroom and u dont even wanna know where my nut's been.

tRill was born on tha pill a mistake/
even worse is that yo ass is gay/
and what ya do ryhmes wit yo name/
unless trill dont rhyme wit drilled no more/

for this battle do i really need to use my mind/
when the guy above me doesn't know how to rhyme

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"I knew god hated me, created me, and threw me on a planet thats afraid of me"-Ill Bill

"Hit bongs bigger than indoor pools
On treez like ewoks screamin "Endor Rules"-Fo'tryll

"Ur only alive till ur dead"-Royce 5'9"

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fo'trill ya cant be fo real/
this is alias diss get da feel/
box behind k mart where u from/
dat mean u live at hom wit yo mum/

harmony, sounds a lil gay to me
this dude cant even ryhme his alias just ads to his demise
his ryhmes are short and simple
heres where he would use the werd pimple
he lacks the vocab to be an mc
its all hate here nigga fuck a harmony

leave your face scarred and blushed like the sun
you still couldnt kap one bar I touched
If you were holding 99 gunz//

arkatK? I atK this ark/
he dont bite, like a bitch he barks/
smashed his ark, turned it to splinters at best/
fucked his mom, the smell still lingers in the southwest/

12 cent hooligan, der he go rappin, lookin like a fool again/
get it thru ya mind, wa de fuk is 12 cents fren?/
der ain even a coin for dat, use sumthin wid better sense man/
10 cent maybe, but not realy, u ain no threats man..

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saint winnin ya ain't/
ya need ta spray ya ryhmes wit sum of dis sound better paint/
u from florida no wonder u say herrre and derre/
well ya cant ryhme so we don't really currre/
mutha fucka u can call me green/
u rap like lil john nigga repeatin the theme/
man man man how many times u goin say that/
i guess that must be a new word around where u stay at/
im bout sick of fukin wit dis saint cat/
u amatuer show me where tha fukin pope at/
aight let me give ya sum advice dont rap/
u think dissin 12 cent will get ya ass on the map/
i once knew someone like u/
he dead now so do u get the clue/
prolly don't cuz yo ass is dumb as fuk/
get tha fuck outta this sight stop ridin 12's nut/s

harmony, ha, that's funny.//
buddy's try'n ta rap, go pack some lunchmeat.// (wrap lunch meat)
you strapped.. with what heat?// lol
harmony, what does that mean?//
you sing like n*sync only you never get a chance with brittany.//
wanna-be like timberlake, okay, u a fag so u half way there.//
but why you try'n a rap, u can't, get outta here.//

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