KeepItReal? dawg your style is decrepit/
This dude stole a wack flow and said he gave it back but really kept it/
Go ahead little bitch and cry to mommy, go get your blanky/
I'd literally murder this dude but his family just might thank me/
You cann't rhyme dawg, not to mention you're breathless/
So i'll keep it short and sweet.................like your sexual preference/

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damn this little girl tryin to knock me
I 'll drag your bitch ass up those steps in philly like rocky
commin at me with a side line it's time to hand ur freestyle card in and resign
shit you aint no kind of competition since round one i've been on a search and destroy mission over there tryin to cast rocks cuz you out of ammunition
so now that this is over go get my slippers n my cigar like the good lil dog you are
cuz as long as i'm writting posts your just a second class star

u ant shit like rocky mr.t or the scorpin king, i'll have ur head fallin of like ur watchin the ring. and and 7 days later ill call u and hola, come out the tv and pop u like my colla. u'll be so scared u'll shit ur pants, the only smooth motion is in ur hands. u number 2 star out of one, u ammuntion but no gun. i through ur body in the river with rest of the young puns. my guns got more bodys than a bow flex comurtial, and my lyrical killings are contrivertial. get out of cali take a hike, and stop swinging from my dick and swing from a mic.

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Disaster Master, Come close meet da Master Blaster...
cuz you aint shit but a faggot in a plain WHITE RAPPER...
talk bout da Cali when sactown does nottin but backdown...
but in detroit we blast anybody..scorpion king shit i still lay da smackdown...
you about to swing from a tree..then get put under six feet deep...
gotcha lookin for answers on how i put rappers to sleep...

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ha ha ha! oh my god that'z so dumb! this is gonna be easy.

trade in your mic for a saddle/start to ride horse and bring in the caddle/you mother f*ckin g/ you ain't got sh*t on me/i battle b**ches like you for somethin to do/i'm a mc/your jus' a wannabe/your mad because you wannbe me/the bad thing is i'm only 13/now i'm gonna stop because i'm afraid i'm gonna start to sound gay/but we listen to you so i guess it'z okay/

plz tell me your not over 15 because that crap that you wrote (the person ahead of me)jus' sucks. what'z wronge with your head.

ok...so i wanna be you,well fuck u
oh should i have used a asterix,in this rap ya gonna get ya ass kicked
im gonna kill ya...is that ok kkbug
im so quick off the mark ive already got ya grave dug
i maybe not the best or the sartest but im the worlds best KON-ARTIST
yes u betta stop before u sound but really there ant much more to say
so ill end this with a big FUCK YOU and have a nice day

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maybe im not the smartest
but im the worlds best
K O N - A R T I S T

you think your bad because you live in the world of detroit/u use the f word like it'z expoit/you really can't rap/you need to be slaped/i really did think this was a rap battle board/till you came and wanted an award/ha ha ha you think your a kon-artist/ i bet you haven't done anything to prove it/because you ain't got the wit/to do it/why won't you listen/it's called comprehenion/and this is all about the tension/oh did i forget to mention/ that you if you want to diss someone make sure there not going to diss you back/out

Bug u believe dat dis shit was hot//
Dis flow is bigger den dis nigga own cock//
U must of wrote dis wit one hand cause we all kno u beat yo meat//
My rhymes is hott dey bring nothin but heat//
If u was blind before my rhymes make you see/
If i was gradin u flow i have to give it a d//
At least one line in dere was actually decent//

Dis trick don lost her mind talk to me//
U said dat u was a grl u surely fool me//
All call her out she was to scared to reply//
She kno i would merk her so she ran 2 hide//
She walk around smellin like fish//
Da funny thing is dis bitch got a dick//

did you really go through jr. high/because i'm here to tell you that you jus' might die/i'll take your rhyms and throw them in a stew/it'll start to bubble and there they flew/put a 1 year old and a smart a** together and came up wit you/you came straight from the zoo/i'm gonna get my crew/and there coming after you/you say i smell like fish/have you ever met me/ i don't think so no/you ain't got no flow/or any glow/and the truth is we all know you blow/if i battled you/you would be a no show/if you don't be careful you'll be six feet below/

yo how you gonna rap and blank out every curse
your a weak ass rapper that needs a parental advisory sitcker on every verse
this kid trying to rock it on a playground near the swings
i'd take all of your bitches and cop your rental rings
see this shit's to hot for your eyes to see
you ass couldnt last long being up against me
you can't get thru one round how you gonna do three
every time I hit you were a verse you'd yell out referee


*yo dig up that hole and put urself in it I finished you dyke*

sweet dude you can curse, but at least i dont carry a purse
and thats where you carry your rings your shits not hot in fact i think i got frostbite, your goin down and the time is tonight
my ass is still lastin i know whos gettin bust
i dug up that whole but its you thats fussin have fun with this rhyme dont bother tryin just sit and lust

what hell is a yeti
im betting that you cant even spell confetti
if you dont carry a purse then where you put your makeup
i was with your mom on friday and i found she wears a c cup
i'll warm you right up with a bullet straight to the chest
i know im not much but just wait heres tha best
i dont remember the last time i saw you with a chick
so i think i speak for everyone saying you can go eat a dick

yah hearin those one sylabol rhymes/
and those lines that have been said like a million times/
I cant hear it, i wont hear it/
its like your driving a boat and cant stear it/
your makin me sea sick i just wanna puke/
but them i realize your a yokohanna fluke/
(fat sumo wrestler (BIG))

peace goof