Who u steppin to? You gettin treated like a vegetable
we done ate u so much in here, theres nothin left of u
We killed, crushed, raped, ate u.. theres nothin left to do
so do u wanna continue..? that decision's left to you
You next to who? Lyrically, you cant even touch air
battle me? i'm 'hard to get thru' like combs in tough hair
And you ugly. ya face look like you been cut there
claim u a man, but between ya legs, u dont have nuts there
Just stare. Be amazed at the lines that I scorch
I could only use 1/4 of my skill n still be better than u by 4/4
Of course, I don't like to brag on myself in raps
so dont call this braggin, i'm just tellin u the facts..
I would hit you harder, but you might crack
so i'll spare your life so you can post back..

Yah OKAY real original rhymes,
dont u EVER spit the truth, in the booth, about ur crimes,
u try to flip shit on me dont u see,
u dont got the right to, u arent nobody,
i'll do to u like i've done to any one in here,
beat them to a pulp and kick them around like a can of beer,
the crowd jus loves me they cum to them quick,
they yell for me loud like ur mutha fuckin chik,
i can murda u wit anything knife and gunz,
so when i cum on the block u better fuckin run,
i told evryone here i dont run out of shit,
ur wack ass rhymes, makes me think u dont no how to spit,
ur lifes on the line, like ready to die,
fly far far away and say the fuck goodbye,
i dont meen to be mean and mad about this shit,
i give it to u dawg sum of ur rhymes make u no how to spit,
but when it cums down to it, u need to sit bak,
and watch me battle all u niggas that are tryin to run on my track,
cuz my track is called the top its tight when ur there dont fuck wit me nigga! u best be aware,
but hey i really dont fuckin care, jus like when im wit ur bitch pullin all on hair!

I got two fo fo's in dah trunk 4 u dummmy,dahshells im holdin will pump up ur tummy
im hard,bad,tough n rough u soft n coudly,make nigaz put on a few pounds hallowtips make em chubby,diss niggga loney toon spit more jokes than bugs bunny.........
if u neva knew Diss is Sin-scere i rap alot,u watch n u just talk alot
talkin 2 much will leave ur ass shot,walkin n talkin n find out ur ass got bopped
dont look at mi i dont say wat,look at dah mirror u si dah beam on ur top
i find it crazy wen niggaz say deh superman,ur chest made outta iron i'll pop at tincan
man dont determine god determine mah life span,but still i got mah righthand man
right or left i dont give a damn,i call mah right-hand Sam n man left-hand Stan
wen mi n Sam come out deh say lets get dah fuk outta here
wen mi n stan on dah block deh like lets go ova there
go ova where deh scarred cuz mi n mah right-hand man ova here
pump fear 2 niggaz heart, u can si lyrically i rip him apart,like y u make mi start
i look 4 u wen it's dark,onli light u gone si iz wen dah K spark
pussy i'll devour u,lay shot 2 ur top leave u topless wit dah pistol
i neva heard of u, until summ posts again who dah fuk iz u
how dare u wanna step in dah ring wit mi,look under mah profile it reads M.V.P
u can beat mi,lyrically i leave niggaz stung like a bumble bee
yah but wat u repin B or C,u right u repin nun of em Cuz u couldnt B a C if gangmembe ships were free.............................................. .........................................


hahah nigga i had 2 git at u. U were startin 2 wild out no beef tho same crew Respect dah shyt n move on.


300 J.G ..............

Alright yah haha no beef sin-cere u a memebr of the Fam jus say we we gotta say and laugh at that shit my nigga,


yo,
Its so easy to me when it cums to this rap stuff,
Its like walkin down ur street sayin knuck if u buck,
cuz when i battle u i really dont give a fuck,
its more like walkin threw the park punched a bitch and drunk
wit a dead body in my trunk,
ur raps so wack it smells like a skunk,
like a dog shit in ur mouth and u started sayin this stuff, (ewwwwwwww)
have u ever really seen me bein fake,
well then dont accuse me of it, cuz ur shit is half baked,
its so easy to diss u, like using a rake,
i love doin this shit its as easy as cake,
u can say i suck, and i dont really care,
this is jus wat a love to do, so u best beware,
cuz no matter how tired i get,
i never run out of nuthin so jus sit bak and read it!

come on dog u gotta be crazy ur flows are a preschool to high school graduate/
ur aimin eyes closes hopin yo u can start beef and be accurate/
u un-talented i spit flames that'll make ur heart melt/
look ppls he think he killin it! when really u kill't urself/
times ova for clova this boys a lyrical solja
a lil flip of the wrist will determine your games ova/ ( lil flips song game ova)
i aint even tryin aint no denien i am better than u/
my last 2 barz was trash cuzz i spittin like yall do/
aww shoot ive dun dun it again/
can't beef u can tell cause he replied back borrowin his flow from his friend/


..just havin fun no beef

__________________
I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple
I know you wanna pop me but
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck
Fuck, I really hold the rubber
I send Sparks at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba

-lloyd banks



Me vs. Simple Sage

alright dawg no beef


Okay i'll give it to u wit that lil flip shit,
Ur lyrically dangerous, but u talk bought bullshit,
how are u gunna say my rhymes is pre-school,
when i've been takin evryone in cypher to skool,
its not a chore for me to rap, cuz it aint hard,
i'll lyrical go over u, like i do in my car,
u say the gamez ova for clova, well it jus begun,
its time to step to me nigga,
u better run, im jus doin this for fun,
like big pun, that junk is fuckedd up like my rhymes weighing a ton,
i can rap all day in the 100 degreee sun,
u see sum of my stuff dont even rhyme,
but dont u think its funny how im still one of a kind,
how i put shit together like dark fuckin weather,
i'll cum at u like run actuallly a tornado the better,
this shit is flowin like i do, when i make ur gurl wetter!

haha good shit mane!

bitch clova in wit luv his beautiful gurl/while im fukin her good wit mah wood make her toes curl/
shot hit nigga make u like ballerina dancer u do a spin n a twirl/i'll hav shots buss at ur video shoot u runnin like spider joke recordin it's a "bluetiful world"/(Spider loc's song Bluetifulworld video shoot gettin shot up)
u fukin inconsistent nigga/u hate verbs cuz it's mostly actions words n u aint a action nigga/
he will neva, did i mention neva eva pull dat trigga/jay-z kool but i'll leave u wit a fat lip like jigga/


haha it's funny lol no beef still lol
yo but wi should battle summ time yo if u wanna holla at mi ight

300...J.G....... Bitches

Haha homie u cool dats why i laugh at ur rhymes,
i do love verbs homie im one of a kind wit dimes,
i'll flip it at u, fast and hard,
theres a verb (flip) u fuckin retard, (lol)
dis is gettin funny for me so im tired of doin it,
go set us up a battle and ill be pursuin it,
jus go holla in the front lines, one at a time,
and ill accept and we can drop are dimes,

Yah dawg lets battle go set it up sin-cere lol this shit is gettin funny homie haha!

Look at this motherfucker chose his name as clova,
look left of your text, who are you? em, pac or hova?
ima shut this guy up cause he's none of the above,
you know he rhymes like a fairy and stings like a dove.
OH I get it now you want to rep from all over the states,
LA, Detroit, AND New York? you're a representation mistake.
Cause you know you only live in ONE town homey,
you couldn't buy cribs in all three, clova you don't have the money.
the bitch is clova,
the bitch is clova,
na its just time we annoyed and revealed him,
the bitch is clova,
the bitch is clova,
he from the strongest click, but its only cowards that feel him.

look at dis man name its jwild, dis anint da jungle bitch we nigga's dont swing on vines, we swing wit heavy hitters ,watch where u flyin or ur wings will get cut but not with them safty scissors. im da type to get gully and go slaughter a snitch, cause im feelin dis nigga should keep his eyez on his bitch, for i come steal her and we kick it in ma wipe.i aint goin to spit no more cause wen i knock u out there aint no flippin u bak on bitch dis aint thriller man aint no risin bak cuse wen i put mah gun in yo mouth and let u eat shslls im a ask u "nigga can u swallow dat" BITCH

y is dis man rappin bout weed. i light u up first then ma rhyms they put u out.you see man i dont need a lighter to light ma weed i use wat i hav available da shit i speak. cause wen im rappin,i dont hav time to wait, i aint dat patient ma lyrics is so sound u need an earin aid to hear it. let me get bak to the topic u's a week rapper, u rhyms so shit no even da rats will eat it up, wait let me cut u up u talkin bout gettin high off markers, well da markers i hav will get u high for real cause they be attached to some heavy steal

HAHA nigga
okay yo,
U think u love hip-hop thats a no no,
i cant understand ur shit ur a hobo,
this isnt nice but im gunna do it anyway,
when i get threw wit u, u wont have shit to say,
they call me up talkin bought this nigga chozen is talkin shit,
i dont know why tho, the nigga aint a lyrical threat or can spit,
i go hard in tha paint, wit the ball or ur gurl,
fuck that bitches brains out and give her a swirl,
now im not goin hard, jus showin u wat u should be doin,
tryin to make ur rhymes make sense and be pursuin,
dont cum in here and stir up all my battles,
cuz then u'll be next and you'll get rattled,
im not goin even half my strenth this is light,
keep cum at me and i'll show u a strenth of a knight!

this is all love fam no real beef.... REPP'IN THAT 300 J.G MOTHER FUCKAH....

im about to drop some shit off the top fuck a written
cuz i notice everything i wrote wasnt really hitting
but when it comes to the beef and the good ritten
my 300 J.G nigga's... leave ya sowd up like a mitten
im a big dog... fuck ya little kittens
i got grams of weed... you just acrobat flip'ing
u a gat talker teasein... we big mac gripp'in
then straight up squeez'in... an leave ya whole back miss'in
so i hope ya know ya fact before ya start diss'ing
cuz we'll leave ya choken on ya blood... fuck what ya spitting
its ran bitch..the bullie out starting up some damn shit
when the pressure on u'll see how many of ya niggas vanish
how can i make this more simple for you to understand this
even if you knew ya whole block.. when the beef is on,
u'll start to feel like the only one left in this planet
but im here all day ready to fight man, u a might man
cuz the only thing you pop'in is a sprit can... MOTHER FUCKAH....
you just loud talking... like u hype
guess you never had doctors saving ya life
so if you that thorrow beef'ing without fear
my niggas i'll tatto 300 J.G on ya face to let'em know we out here.... BITCH

CHEA!!! 300 J.GUNNER WE RUNN'IN THIS RAP SHIT....

Yah no beef my nigg

I'll tatoo 300 J.G. on myself cuz im reppin,
when it cums to fightin fuck it i'll jus use a weapon,
i fight to win u fight to lose cumin up like a stalker when im settin,
this rap aint shit,
i lyrically spit on punched drunk dummies who really loves a dick,
ur stuff was aight yah that decent flow, i even like ur the part where u dont write to get doe haha nigga,
this is tha cast, Clova bitch will put a bullet in ur ass,
i blast bak faster then outkast ( outkast song blast bak)
i'll leave u in the street dead, and run over ur head real fast,
this is the new task for us to fuck u up,
this is ride or die shit so jus shut the fuck up,
i do this for a liven i dont care wat u say,
my dream is to get one of my hits wit dr. dre,
top producer and dont forget it,
this is more like a freestyle so go and spend it,
this shit is dun hell yah i said ova,
Now evryone better remember the name CLOVA!