stop foolin yoself you ain't even on my level,
god doesn even want you cuz he cursed you with the devil/
you reign supreme in your own dreams never in life,
that why the numbers on a pair of dice be your wife/
but it ain't in my place to belittle all your small achievements,
cuz we can all tell you're small cuz girl do gossip about ya penis/

pair your raps are bare, you remind me of a clit with no hair
cause I can tare you up, so you better beware
your girls on top of me in bed lookin like she's on a teeter totter
I put her on the block for sale and some crack head bought her
I just laughed smoked a joint and watched welcome back cotter
shut up before I Iron your lips together with sauder
you rap worse that the looks of your ugly daughter
I'm sayin you can't flow so don't bother

y tha fuk u talkin bout sumbodys daughter/
when i killed ur and raped her in that fukin order/
u got cut matta fact u got slaughtered/
cuz i did ya like street fighter beat yo ass into dat corner/
u woke up dis mornin thinkin ya pissed tha bed/
naw that was jus tha blood leakin out of yo head/
u u a hazard u should be dead/
im a cop killer u should be a fed/

Yo, pecker i mean pecor whats that? you like red decor? if so look no further ill fuck you up like a double murder all your rhymes murmer your a fuckin slow learner and ill heat it up and throw your ass in the burner dont diss em or 50 cent people confuse you with ja and youll get no relent if thats all it takes then fuckin get back or ill beat your ass i mean its not my fault if your lyrics are fragile as glass but it is my fault if you get passed and then lose i dont choose and whats that with alarms and hair off his arms? what are u pussy? sounds like a charm instead of a diss thats why you lost because of that shit

this guy struggles fo life, its like hes on life-surge
this boats the vessel that split it and melted the ice-berg
when i was through, this niggas nothin left but an ice-cube!
submittin wouldve been the only alternative right-move
emcee water drop, musnt know that ice dont think
his only use is coolin down this emcees hard drinks
battlin me is like suicide, wrapped up in camo
you battle punches is like rocks, you got no ammo

come man what up wit dat emcee abilities,
you aint a emcee only ability you have is to beat ya dick swiftly//
tryin to rip my nig ice-berg i hope he sends you to hell,
while hes at send ya back ta kindergarten so you can learn how ta spell//
what the fuck is this shit black star at tha end of ya sig,
what you a syktso a spit personality thinkin you big//(big time) (you aint)
your location is the homlands,
is that ya house where you lay in da bed wit ya dick in ya hand//(as before)^^^
ya battle record is 0-0 cause no-wun battles weak bitches,(you)
man this rhymes like a car reck leve you wit stitches//
fuck this im done come back

im sellin zero a skimpy sack for that wack rap
im here to penalize that ass like a facemask
slap you in the mouth so fast that it tastes bad
i robbed your dad for his raybans while he stained his hanes man
mentally disturbed like i was rainman getting a brainscan
hardcore to the ankles i sprain your pain gland

Make fun of who? you? them? or him?/this mothafuckaz so whack he doesn't stand a chance to win/the worst rhyme of the whole fuckin' lot/stand the fuck back before I pop a fuckin’ glock/all I see is all y'all trin' ta bite shit/apart from the shit wrote by da pro's thats all it is SHIT!!!/I'll put it down one mothafuckin time/maybe just on more fuckin' line/shit wait am I allowed to swear this fuckin' much/well the fuck you gonna do with this gun I cluch/I got time to write down anotha diss/ta bring tears to this pathetic string of piss/I read most of your rhymes there mainly "miss and miss"/talkin' 'bout you Comptons finest/you fuckin Compton Acers biggest pussy/fuck around and meet my nine kid.

____________________
>Y'all know the name I got y'all patiently standing by/
thats right mothafuckaz I make the whole "GLOBE SIGH"<

aight folks enough with tha ice jokes, if globalsigh smokes its only a rice size of dope, even tho he may even think hes dope, the fucker never had hope knowin i was underneath him at the rope, if ya gonna have a comeback ya betta not choke and next this is for all you suckers makin fun of ice like emcees who roll without dice if all you faggots gave it up itd be nice but i know i cant win without outta toss of the dice wait did i just use that twice? fuck yea i did and it felt right so dont ever make fun of me without preparin the ring cause ill hit you so hard you whole family sting.

metaphorically speakin, i melt you, make your level of skills weakin//
turn this ICE-BERG, into a second round FIGHT-URGE//
im provoked to turn emcees broke wit metaphors and vocab//
im only in 9th grade, but im still schoolin this post-grad//
expressions on ya facial, tellin me that this aint racial//
mo than skin deep, type of shit that haunts you till you cant sleep//
titanic vessels, is what i told you in round one//
to murder ice berg emcee, now that really sounds fun//
you throwin cheap rhymes together, knowin it all fails//
yo sick skills is mythic, aint nothin but tall tales//

man what the fuck are ya ends dont rhyme,
i think you should come to us to learn how to before the next time//
this is my time to shine ur turn to go to hell,
what did i tell you bout rippin ice-berg and you still cant spell//
up their goes that balckstar wack shit again,
this man walks wit two names his hand on his hip cause he to feminine//
oooops....i let secret straight out da fuckin closet,
your lika a gay sceen in a porn moive we fast forward after we pause it//
it's 12:33 i guess ill rip you by 12:34,
dog i just shut you up your lines went straight out da back door//

i hope this mothafucka didn try an flex his vocabulary//
i should hide, cause hes lyrically so-bad-hes-very-scary//
turn you into the constabulary... i almost want-to//
instead i think ill taunt-you, morph into a ghost an haunt-you//
nearly every thing you said is not-true-..its-just-lies//
annoying as fuck but weak: shampoo..in-the-eyes//
i straight despise: cats who try an spew with a new style//
an spit lines where only a few make sense the whole while//
into metaphors? then i got one to make you smile//
i take out the dirt an cut fools, im a nail file//
if you said you was or-ig-in-nial you should go to trial//
ive seen more copies of you than a fuckin bathroom tile!//
ill come through viscious-an-mean, i'll straight stop-it-clean//
while this faggot mothafucka just pauses-the-scene!//

("you like a gay scene in a porn movie we fast forward -after we PAUSE IT-" you do know you can still se it when its paused right?)

please just dont speak, youre not hard, you need some gel//
"sceen" "balckstar", come on now, who cant spell?//

Anon

yo i got a some shit about anonomous the fact that he rhymes so bad its as if iraqis were bombin us i mean we all know hes gay but he should stop commin onto us and as for emcee with weak abilities dont hate me because you cant think of rhymes right now im laughin so hard that shit is killin me oh yea and thanks to mr. spit for feelin me and for the rest of you faggots are gettin bombed readily i aim my lyrics steadily shot so good its practicly deadly now as for you emcee if you have an ability its yet to be seen i mean if you were tryin to say sumthin it wasnt viscious or mean but now we all laughin because your the king of a fuckin rap land with no one that can sing and what did i tell you about dissin ice not bling this aint worth my time so it ends wit a ring

Blah blah blah blah all I hear iz yo gums flapin'//
like stiffler said locate your dicks and remove the shrink wrapin'//
'cause I can tell you virgins at this, so I'll take pitty//
you so Arrogant that you believe your whack rhymes ain't shitty//
yo "Ice berg slim" I bet your anus ain't as slim as your dick//
you a fuckin' closet fag go give "mr spits" balls a big lick//
I'll sink your little ice rock//
come on dawg everyone can see your basic rhymes suck cock//
look duke I'm sorry I had ta hurt yo feelings//
but you just an intruder in this rap shit, I should put you out your misery leave you hanging from the ceiling//
I'ma leave you like this wit your fuckin' ass kneeling//



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