You make no sense...You going to get me acknowledged, So thats a good thing...lol, And next time read the edit before you start postin, you just look dumber than me, for postin on the wrong person...

call urself lord knowledge judgin from ur vocab u shud go bak 2 college/
u cant fire with the big guns u got a pea shooter/
i'm so slick and smooth i shud be a looter/
not seen anythin come out ur mouth but shit/
only thing u cud get wit is a toilet

aight look, dis is da last time i'll say it
stay the fuck outta dis place, stay da fuck outta my face, bitch
u know i wudnt diss u so hard if ya lyrics werent shit
but u dont know shit so far, need 2 learn wen 2 quit
sounding like a fucking retard or schitz
think u gon make it wit lyrics dat shit? got more chance sellin yo moms tits!
but the truth is, im jus pissed coz i gota read this everyday
u always ending up being da bitch dat gets in my way
seriously i dont like 2 cuss u its startin 2 get dull
like da end of my knife afta its been drilled through ur skull
jus take yo dreads fake lyrics and dont come back again
mayb i wont hunt u down cut u up and sell u as crack again
play yo cards right and we can b friends
fuck who am i kidding i love 2 diss u lets not pretend
i dont get how u posted 209 times
outta those 209 u only got 1 good rhyme
dats da one ima loan u wen im through
through fuckin u up through stickin it 2 u
cant believe u got a reggae masta as ur av?
u aint figured dis is rap, dat explains y u so shitty
but still poor marley is turning in his grave
if he only he could hear da lyrics dat u spray
finally only thing should b in da toilet is u
tell ya wat so u aint lonely i'll throw all your friends in 2!

3d, at least he has a good rhyme, my lyrics are supreme//
ima nice kat just tryna battle and take the cream//
3d so fat he prolly busted a seam, talking so shitty//
these rhyes will skin the fat right of u, make u lean, fuckin pricy//
bitch talking about slicin' a skull, or sellin some moms tits//
your diss didnt even connect, i guess ur diss-missed//
niggas writin any essay talking about toilets//
the king is back ya'll niggas just annoited--//
ME, back to likeslash niggas 3d, face it B the only dick u seen is fgee's//
talk is cheap, keep it short sweet and 'to the point'//
cause these lyrics hit harder than a cop catch you smokin a joint//

da shit ima bout 2 spit aint nuttin but pure truth
release my skills to levels blow off da fuckin roof
wat i got 2 say is facts dat u cant take
coming up from behind u hittin u like a snake
ima leave my venom in u so u neva 4get me
show u wat it means 2 b a tru g
lyrically i can rip u apart n break u
believe me i aint da only one in here dat hates u
u want me 2 get straight 2 da point so i will
i cuss u 2 da sunrise leave nuttin 2 conceal
dis shit is dope and i aint even dissed yet
oh wait here somes one, u a shit head!
take yo ass back 2 ur south park
channel 4 shit as u jack off 2 Graham Norton in da dark
do yoslef a favour come outa clauset
ask santa caluse 4 his dick im sure he be happy 2 oblige it
dont let me repeat myself again
coz if i gotta next time i wont leave u wit a head

suicide sphyliphics and u cant hit hard like brid-icks//(Bricks)
your lyrical nonsense knocks me un-conscience, fuk ur stupid antix//
wishin u was gangsta, wishin to chop off someones head//
ill leave ur skull bashed in and bloody, just barely alive wishing u was dead//
channel 4 in the 518 is UPN in NewYork//
Grahma Norton who the fuck is that, ill leave ur ass shaved like pork//
release ur skills? who r u trying to fool,u r the whackest MC, and the biggest tool//
with a flick of my finger, ill knock u out with the use of a wooden spool//
p.s. man learn how to spell its closet, not clauset//
cause after this verse no one will know ur brain is drained down a faucet//
its caustik, bringin raw spits to the table//
they leave u nauseaus, 'n' un-concious like reading one of ur phony ass fables//

look im stone cold dead
i aint sure wat 2 say 2 da shit u jus said
im reading confused, u not making any sense
so y dont u sit back n listen 2 my 2 cents
im slowly gettin sick of these battles im bored out my mind
dissin u fuckas all da fuckin time, cant u read da signs
or r u fuckin illiterate same age as ur av
we both joined in da same month of da same year, 2003
but somehow u got way more posts than me
its 74-10 and i still kick yo ass easy
but dis here aint bout playin round or dissin
i wana take it 2 a new level of staright lyrical pissin
sometimes dats how i feel i release da best
jus waitin 4 u 2 tick me off so i got more on my chest
but wat u dont get is that i depend on ur insults
so go ahead and point out my fuckin faults
even if they were bullets i chew em and blast back at ya
smash ur car up beat da shit outta u all on dis 1 cypher
and for da next bitch dat posts a reply
learn from da mistakes of caustik learn 2 live not die

yo with a PUNCHline ima hit this kid, 3D...
his vision blurred, seein 3 of mee...
i was like damn this....
kid was so scared i got him layin on the canvas...
not 3D no more this kid is 2 dimensional...
got his ass screamin out "yo concepts is to intentional"...
this kids a faggot, hes so sensitive...
everytime i spit a punchline, i bend this bitch...
this kid is not worth my spit, i think i should end dis shit...

thinkin to myself,yo why did this cat post?
he from a state sinkin, pretty soon az be da westcoast//
na let me stop,i don't wanna scare ya//
i'm from cali too, but i got da fuck out da area//
so tell us, whats da radius of ur town?
10 miles,only gotta kill 1 person to be a ceral killa now//
get around u'll find niggas grimmie//
i don't know what u doin up there^//
u should be behind me//

its a good thing u shut da fuck up
coz im a sick fuck, truly corrupt
having him behind u? all a sudden u a queer?
wats going on? now u can rap and be a homo in here?
serial killing is above u, u only kill cornflakes
dont like the forsted type? i thought they were grrreat!
i was only here dissin coz i was bored
i had no idea dis wud b all it takes 2 knock u 2 da floor
so i'll slow it down and let u be
jus dont come back and attempt 2 diss me
i might jus hav 2 wip sumthin out da bag n hurt u
i dont wana have 2 do that, leave sumthin of u, i'll jus curse u

ur 3D but u dont have a dimension,raps so shit gettin no attention, not even a look like its transparent,ur ideas lackin a dessert they barren,ur like a mirage as good as not existin,u say ur blak magic, rabbit in a hat trick been around for years ur more sold out than sears

oh no here we go again, cats that can't win, still battlin grown men//
i know its hard to pretend, ur a rapper slash actor//
nicca wit prewrites tryin like it even matters//
i'm phatta, i'll kick ur bitch ass in da blatter//
i run thru all ur women family members,ur girlfreind to just ta say i had her

3d an fgee u some lame ass emcees
can't even spell now we know y u rhymin fo free
its a style u see...so come correct lyrically
ill tear u down... all fags my enemies
an fo serial killin Im dealin ballistic snaps
u call them raps...rhyme without reason
ull fall through this season
now its even..u seein u losin tha fight
befo its all ova ull be dead to rights

tryin ta get in ya crew, but i'll still dis u//
give me a second.......ight betta had ta kick off my shoes//
i'm ready go,son ya rhymes sound mad slow//
oh, i forgot thats just how it is when u flow//
no!, now i'm here to set it str8,x is hot but chameleon great//
can't say that bout kid frozt, i heard hes fake//
got his name from some old school latin dj, boy thats gay//
i bet alot boys asked u to come out and play, when u was lil//
i'm nice but i can learn alil,damn u dead last in ur crew ur name could atleast be in da middle//