Damn its simple son...You mad dumb.
How difficult is it.....SIX LINE MINIMUM...
If theres beef you can bring it then.
The cum gotcha voice box clogged spit now or stop loitering..
In my face chokin..gaggin..actin like your spit is bangin dammit..
your shit sound like the type you curb and baggit...
Im dirty......If you turn your back I'll stabbit..I done haddit.....
Turns out I made this murder thing a habbit..
I slappit....Your open mouth when you yabbin....I'm grabbin....
The Mic...One two testin and I'm Rammin it...
Down your throat.
The Aftermath come afloat in the delaware by a boat....Hope...
Is all you got left you cant cope.....Nope...

It's over you dumb dope...
Next time spit six lines like the first person wrote.....

......wow......lolz......

check this........
I didn't know motha'goose was in the aftermath-But look above'
Fuk flippin a Bird, i toss this kid a dove-Who'd of thought..
Math an 8-mile shared such Puppy Love-

I could fit dis kids strength of spit on the plain side of a triscut'-
I even tried to call this Bitch out-an 411 slapped bak at unlisted-

talkin bought lyrical droughts? dawg u lookin quite constipated-
u want my style? i'll even laminate it-
can't stand a kat perfomin free-hand masterbation-
dun reply or pm....jus consider dis ya cyhper education.....

Dj Jet thats what you need to do just bounce/
i heard tighter flows from Danny Tanner on full house/
i'm a treat you like alter boys and fuck you real hard/
give up emcee'in to rap you've been barred/
talk about education look at your grammer/
your bringing back rymes from vanilla ice and hammer/
you little faggot ass pussy its just a suggestion/
keep learning these lessons built on viewer discretion/

Co fax get taxed for his dress with ruffles
2 teks get taken out the duffels....The nozzles got muffles..
I can fuck you up with both hands behind my back....
Like when cops cuff you...
Ruff you up with rymes enough to...
hit the right nerve and effect your muscles...
Hang tight cause your jaw hang loose...
I stickin move with the rymes shift and bruise...
with your mouth wide open you choke and lose....
And the rymes I spit.....Is the only tools I'll use

krushblind what are you supposedly tryna be?
your a weenie, can't see me, I drink wine and chew up your raps like bri
you look like shit, words from every chick
get, you have to leave cause your rhymes are bit
from a sesamee street skit, your like a shaved clit
I hate fags like your kind, I was gonna diss but never fuckin mind
cause you diss yourself with the cheezy rhymes you struggle to find
yeah your signed, to a gay porn label where people can catch you on the gring
fuckin dudes and suckin dudes, my rhymes are heated like international feuds
you stink, like a pussy stuffed with tuna and a dead minx
what you think? your rhymes are flat and cold like an ice skating rink

damn I'm fades the fuck ed

kill u on the dime, cuz krushblind missed to switch hit the sides/
and I know that bitch can't stick with the rhyme, but he's not the one to diss this time/
instead I got this bitch with the freaky eyes/
lookin out at both his sides, cuz he afraid to look straight to stand up and fight/
instead he's like "I lost the knife", so I'll just cut ur rhymes slice by slice/
bitch u to nice, cuz u spit with ice, couldn't breath fire, even if u ate every hot herbal spice/
an christ got u locked and chained, crucified by ur own ppl cuz u a shame/
and u can't feel the pain cuz u insane, and u ain't got the brain to bust the rap game/
so now I'll juss end this straight, so just creep away/
must be y u named urself chameleon, so u can just blend in and sneak away/

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I dont swim in ya toilet so dont gene in my pool,
I could put you on ice and you still wont be cool,
Cause i come with the punches that will crush any vaginal wall,
The closest thing you get to pussy is makin cat calls,
So let me tell you this so you'll understand in lamen terms,
Your a mistake, ya mom jumped in the pool only to tread upon some sperm.

I'll bust you up really good, Make you knock on wood,
Go get ya hood, None understand ya is that understood..
You must be coming played cuz your name is played,
You could go down hill in the snow so you'll get slayed..
Diss you in fron of a parade, I'll finish you off real quick,
Dont care blow me off because i already know you suck dick..

So why you tryin to dis when ya punches dont work,
Only reason why your here is to find out if other people will circle jerk,
So dont be quick to come the played conclusions,
All you do is spit smoke cause i can see the pollution,
So heres the solution, stop with ya posts cause nobody wants to see it,
Cause i rip you so hard that i'll even make ripley believe it.

Lets cut to the chase, You would never win in a race,
You aint holding ground like pulp you'll lose ya base..
I'll punch you in the face, This kid must be going cold turkey,
Even if you had a gun i wouldnt be affraid of you hurtin me..
I'll crack ya back and make it like a domino effect,
And your mother is bang bang when it comes to tecks..

I already ripped you once now you comin back for more,
Ya faggot, you got popped in the eye too much thats why ya raps are such and "eye sore",
Cause i make more punches then the koolaid guy,
So you jack off to my rhymes like you from american pie,
But dont sigh, cause i'll finish you off before you start,
Now all ya raps do is show that your brain farts,

Lets start off like this your jokes are lame and corny,
Check this out i dont get off your rhymes but your the one thats horny..
You couldnt think of anything to rhyme so my brain farts,
I'll crack you up and the'll have to start to name parts..
You cant maintain in this rap shit, So dont attack this,
Your a peon your nothing but a chump that attract hits..

Why are you even here ya raps shows ya dont belong,
My raps before made you a rememberence like girls tan lines while wearin thongs,
Cause the only time ya post is when you can bite off my lines,
You act as if ya tuff, but only if you in pantomimes,
So bitch get off my sack, im here to show you what you lackin,
I'll even bet you'll post after this, like the rollin stones you cant get no satisfaction.

Bitch shut your trap, I got guns and i'll bust caps,
In real life you wouldnt stand a chance and thats fact..
I'll crip walk all over you and snatch ya spine and say i got ya back,
Yeah try and flip that jack, Your name say it all cuz your wack..
The only time you playing with balls is when swallowing my sack,
Im burning this hoe at that, Im choppin ya head off to cut some slack..

I have verbally assulted this bitch with all ya rhymes,
Ya shit just gets more wac with every bar and line,
Ya try to be "rap friendly" but oddly the numbers are all stacked,
Bitch i'll rip ya spine out just to show you i got ya back,
But otherwise stop postin i'm sick and tired of sittin here with this trick i'm roastin,
Cause all you are is a "pain" (window) but now your all broken