i drop harder shit than u goin through constipation..
u and rap have no relation..like white and chinese kids..
u'll neva have any elevation..im closin u like lids..
u wack as fuck and it seems ur gettin worse..
when droppin a shit verse..then u expect to get wins..
u betta learn first..imagin the wackness if u were a twin..
smith goes to DRASTIK MEASUREZ to find and bite lines..
u verse is shit compared to mine..i got more skills..
ur still shit wid u and ur crew combined..my line kills..
i've had enough of this bitch so ill kill u softly..
u cant even make a hit, even when using prewrittin shit..
u wont be livin bitch caue i'll leave u for dead..
ur blodd is spread..u lost..cause..but u were neva even in dis..


mary jane i u see dis add me on AIM : ZanySkillz

u fine fine fine fine

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this kid shows off for dimez like a crackhead for pipes
his shit is half assed, barely rhymes is misspelled & typed
you claim to be lyrically unique but edit ya posts?
pre-written is word of the geek; shut up you're to soft ya boast
you can't be constipated ya ass is more used than worn tires
wack lyrics as hot as waterlogged and soggy fires
compared to your lyrics mine are sacred scriptures written
you couldn't beat me if ya fake ass encrypted ya rhymes bitten
i leave you broke and bloody in a fuckin pile of ashe smitten
so please be quiet stay home and jerk off in front of ya pc
cuz as much as we know you want to you'll never be me

werd smith your style is fake like a myth
I got the gift, a big dick werd smiths girl couldn't handle the width
you sorry sack of crap, fuck your little jack off rap
I'll flow better than you when I'm takin a nap you silly sap
come on, you know you suck penis for quarters in a public john
I'll smoke you like I do a pound a week of chron
be gone, you've been here too long, and you still are herbish
I'll leave you swimmin in my endless flows like you were fish
a large mouthed bass, this werd guy can just eat my ass
you'll never pass for a rapper like you need to take a lyrical class

haha, punk ass mutha fuckAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

five hundered plus post and your still so simple
I cock one two back and give u a 50 cent dimple
Brake your neck in 6 spots,And fil ya home with Red dots
Bust ya moms up and sell her rocks
Its a shame that came and set a flame to that thang you call a rap
Put you in Boston crab now bitch tap

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I live to die and
Destance my self to Feel
My life is an oxymoran
Like a suicide Pill

suck dick or eat clit, which would u prefer? neither, cuz instead u spit shit/
how do u expect to diss someone, when ur talkin bout semi's smugglin punks?/
but ur just full of pre-played puns, replayed to the gun/
cuz u ain't got the brains to run down someone/
shit this ain't no fun, takin shots at such a defenseless cunt/
so y don't u jsut take a walk, cuz I ain't got the time to give chase to hit u up around the block/
minimul cash paid, gettin laid 3 times a day with only 50 bucks to help pay your way/
cuz that's the only way your gettin physical with any of us today/
so just stop with playin the game, and keep it that way/

nuttin personal

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gene pool where did you learn to spit? probably from a cowboy chewin tobbacco and shit
you should exit, you sound fuckin retarded man I think your dislexic
but I don't care about that, let's talk about how your lyrics are stoopid'r than a mickey mouse tat
your like a house cat, pussy, the only thing you can rap is a dick for your tooshie
I don't want to sound pushy, but you need to go now
stop rappin cause you don't fuckin know how

bitch, who u think u dissin, when u suck and fuck more dick then clit/
shit got u gripped so tight that u can't even piss/
so juss break u down with a good pistol whip cuz ur rhymes mean shit/
dick all, just prop u up against a wall, and play target practice with ur balls/
to pussy to snap crack open jaws, so u stick with spinnin ur weak spliffy riffs/
thinkin that u on top of this, but I'm the one to always make the hits/
like I'm Babe Ruth up in this shit, while ur sulkin in ur own spit/
so sick, that u cough up blood, yo buddy! LAY OFF DA DRUGS!!
the mush that u so love, the coke that u won't give up/
and the smoke that u always choke up, makin it hard for u to bust a nut/
so sterile that u can't wake that shit up, bitch u impitent as fuck!/
hey yo, I'm sick of u ya fuckin chump, so just step off, and let this rap be your loss/

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Gene Pool<----what the fuck does that meen fool..
i kill u wid my spits...BUT I DIDN'T MEEN TOO..
u spit verses like u in a battle and they still wack..
skill is somin u lack..so take a trip to turorial..
dont bother postin back..or my verse will be ur memorial..
u say in ur sig that u can kill..but u lost every battle u had..
gene u betta be glad..cause im killin u before u lose again..
ur verse was hella bad..ill make it quick to ease the pain...

lol...i aint even tryin

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You talkin bout his genes but you the whos a mistake,
Theres more drag queens in your family then on ricki lake,
Your lirically fake, tryin to be a real mc,
the only time you pop a cap in me is when you workin on my teeth
But ill stand ova ya grave and probably take a shit,
Cause after this rap your neva gonna come through it,
You blew it, ya opened up ya mouth and thats bad enough,
Even if you spat for ford you still couldnt be tuff,

im killin u wid viscious spits..and your barely spittin hits..
'L' <----can u remember this..its a loss and theres more coming..
u aint a bitch, u genderless..get ready for this sonning..
i spit dope rhymes..& ur punches arent there like u got no lines..
crackin tidos spine..but he likes it so he can suck his own dick..
u a waste of time..u could buy my life and u still cant own-me..
before u even set up the battle he lost it..tryin? i dont have to..
he can only drop shit..like his avy when he in the bathroom..

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i come wit that hard shit that make TEK go off
ya like ICRE cream in the sun, u 'nice' an soft'

you dont wanna spit against the new amabasador of rap/
u better stop rappin, cos u get smacked, more that pop fans clap/

im like a full speed train,...... no rails........... unstopable/
before you met me ya thought ya style was unconquarable/

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he yells-anthrax couldnt rock the mic in a derailed Amtrack /
make this bitch stand-back wit his flows that couldnt be sick in 3-gel Tampax//

Brain-Freeze neither hot or cold wit flows that r sharp enough to Stain-Tees/ (flow- blood, stain tees-blood stain on white tees)
insain-bees stingz n makes ya brain bleed u couldnt be sick if u on the corner n stayed-free//

rocky mics couldnt make your flow hard ya line n bars dont go together like two shopping dikes
head locking-pipes wont toughin bars more bitchy then bitches on they cycle while they try stopping bikes//


new style jus testing it see if it works

ya avatar look like u..................... wit a dik in ya hand/
ya failed the test u set........... ur new style is bland/

from the depths of hell u came, an still u spit no heat/
u sit on the devil... ridin his dik... usin ur tongue.... u cant speak/

an the chances of leavin me finished an disminished/
bout the same as a role reversal, wit pupils dismissin/

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creeped-up-wit-lead to blaze my hair couldnt make u heat-up-my-head /
leave-it-win-said I'll toss ya bones in ya casket so i can say i beat-up-the-dead //

freeze-ta-death cuz im not hot im cold so i can releave-ya-breath /
sharp hooks to release-my-left..rounds pop n whatch him sleep-wit-seth

Willi-bob my 007 style beats slackers so i say im killing-slobs
willing-jobs keeps him eating..cut his throat so i can say he flows but hes spilling-odd