Wow man, your style and verse's are cool/
I wish I had that talent, maybe i'll drool/
Fuck that, thats the weakest shit I've ever seen/
To step to me you gon need a magic growin bean/
I have no need like you to explain some weak ass punches/
My style's got all the people in here feedin me like lunches/
You wanna talk about my record? where the fuck is yours?/
At least I can battle, and not jus hide behind closed doors/
To me you are less than nothin, smaller than a decimal/
So I'll lay it out simple, jus incase you're sceptical/
You ain't nothin, your structure jus proves that/
I'm spittin jus to let you know, you got clapped the fuck back/

Lolmao...
Ayo Are You Being Forreal???...
The Topic Is Diss The One Above...
But Now We've Both Returned So Its Sounding More Like Beef Sparking...
But Whatever You Want Homie...
I Just Spit What I Did For Purpose Put Out By The Topic...
~One~

Take a look ass whipe. Your fuckin post is above mine. so I dissed you.
Look before openin that gay ass mouth of yours.

riddle me that shut yo mouf b4 it got shut 4 good // u aint worth this rhyme if u think u from the hood // i give u 1 day then u gettin stabbed or shot down // rem this HellRaZor bac in town // i aint from D-block ... i aint double R // u sure aint a muthafuckin rapstar // bac off if u wanna keep it real with hellz danger // Bware this dawg is full of hate & full of anger // hol up im on the phone // this old dude wanna take yo ass at hiz home //

this boys name suggests that he's a 'Hell'ion/
maybe so, with a verse as 'fucked up' as 'belgium'/
as basic as ya rhyme scheme, still havin trouble with it/
ain't suprised, ya 'experience' don't even get to double digits/
what's with the gangsta shit? sounds like wigga fever/
if you fed ya gun pills, still wouldn't inflict 'trigga' siezures/

fuck'a double edge, i'll kill you wit one poke of the sword...
reputation?........ this fuckin kid is a joke on this board
i wouldnt battle you........ nor give you these lines....
but i logged on the fuckin site, n i was bored at the time.
i'll son you quick cuz i run thru kids, i'm done wit u bitch,
you won once to shit, put buns to ya lips cuz n u ass wen u spit
fuck'a verse, a couple lines hit you twice git u sliced,
shit i'm nice lift ya ice the old school cat this kid is mice
bitch you fight not rich nor bright elevate? your right,
i'll show you shit that you only see on TV tour flights!

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u little homo faggot, i think u suck dick
i read the first post then went to the last to rip
this threads gonna go on longer than the energizer bunny
'register' into whatever u want, u still aint making money
no hard feelings on this shit, i just did as i was asked
when im done eatin u up, imma throw u in a hole wit rats

JDOT fake immitation of Big Bruvas JROCK/
Neither of you got what it takes to beat the block/
Fuck the fanny ass faggot comments blowin/
See u in Sacramento slash you down, gat gunnin/
See me pull up beside you with a bat an battle axe/
You know you really done wen u find out you dead through fax/
Sick of these fake tupacs and biggies, more like millli vanillies/
You can't sinc ya lips to me cos my style'll leave ya chilly/
I'm done with you, cos you ain't nothin/
Next time round, try an bring somethin/

im depressed, i read all of that, start to finish was WAK
every line made u sound like u smokin the CRACK
u sayin bring sumthin man? take some of ya own advice
cuz i aint seen nuthin yet, you aint bad ya fuken nice
talkin bout sendin fax's, u prolly work in an office buildin
lyin about the block n the weapons u fuken weildin
spit truth in future, you aint seen no1 in sacromeno
you aint slashin no throats or gat gunnin u fuken homo
let me finish this shit off by remindin u that u wak
stay in ya office buildin n keep smokin the CRACK

Okay, take a look at where I'm from/
Milton Keynes in the United Kingdom/
So glad to hear you already depressed/
Must be all that coke you conceal in ya vest/
You wan't me to spit the truth I can do that all day/
You can't spell, Ya can't read and you an illiterate gay/
I say that cos you seem to be happy in ya room/
Must be that love from Pappy, from 8am till Noon/
I'll bring somethin an so you know I ain't playin/
Watch what you say cos I can hear what u sayin/
Behind my back cos u can't say it to my face/
Give you a taste of what its like to lose space/
Between my hand, and your face/

wat da fuk man wat smokin the crack//
dis faggot thinks he's hott dats a fukin laugh//
dis illiterate nigga thinks he gon make it big//
funny thing is no one listen to his shit//
u a fukin waste of my time u not eve worth me spittin dis here//
how does it feel to get dis my a grl damn u a queer//

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No ones gonna stop me

yoh lil nae 2 u eva think of usin more than 2 sylliboles/
ure rhymes were so watery they were distilabol/
u thin that u can spit ure 9-5 record don't mean shit/
u went to ure doctor and asked how did i get it/
cause in this lil rap lil nae has been overdone/
you've been cooked well like u were on top of da sun/

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You see me like Jada... on the track parkin....
I melt whitegold then sell it on the black market
dont even post in the cypher you've never won yet....
get this... the kids a newbie and wants to son vets!
I'd show respect if u had sumthin under ya belt
but you aint got no balls ta step,
..no wonder you fell!

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kill the kid on his own street~both feet reek of offbeat beef as i beat his life line weeps mine to keeps~fuck peace his team dreams they'd see their home boy breath~pickin up mah shells whilst ur mother pickin up yah teeth~ as dental records identify this corpse torn lungs hung on this long war gone god jus lost it son settin for the deep~one concequence i see for takin it with me//

^I aint feel sorry for you kid, I'm done witta repentence
cuz that shit wasnt rap it was a run on sentence
get out this shit, fore i let these punches pound u kid
around my crib?, see me on my street we'll surround ya bitch
stop pretendin, you aint got skills or fairy god mothers
.....take whatever skill u have cuz i fairly rob brothers

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