Fack ass raps, Fake ass nigga
Click, Clang, Muthafucking Kill ya
You can't see me, Creep on silent
Who'd a thought a high schoola could be so violent
Make my entry, Muthafucking timed it
Your presence, You hide it
When I'm around
Claiming brown,
Cuz I'm mexican
Leave ya ass looking like you anorexic man

you mexican? well, i think you need to go back to mexico
and don't come back to rv til you get there...
...............cause i think thats where you left ya flow!
you steppin slow to me, and you want death because. . .?
if you had 1/4 of my skill, you'd be better than you ever was!
get to steppin, cuz ..stop rappin, its never hot shit
and ya drops'll be more appreciated if you never dropped it! ..

come on dude, start ta step....you'll get sliced quick
and dont worry bout me copying...i dont bite shit....
but i write clips.....and let the lead touch you...
and actually.....everybody in this cypher is good...BUT you...
the dude on av......its hot......is that your lover?
and the only time this dude was in the 'hood...
....his HEAD was covered....

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flash, quit writing ..you'll never be observed as a writer
you can't say i'm no good ..
...........cause that was the worst verse in the cypher
dont encourage this biter, you'll never be claimed as a vet
i'm slaying ya text, thats the reason ya rhymes'll forever stay on the net
dont play with the best ..!!

damn deap throwt...that shit was emotional...
He may not be a vet....but your talents r questionable...
cuz from wat your record shows...ur borederline retarded...
I go blow for blow on punchlines to see who'll hit the hardest...
I got you wondering where shards of your heart whent...
u been here since december?...yo whose turn was it to take out the garbage?...

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..

take up another profession, cause your flow is through
you talkin bout 'takin out the garbage'..
........................................then you 'long over-due'
you not prepared for my clash, so stop sharin ya trash
i'll 'fuck up ya fame' - to leave 'Eyedentdy unknown'
............................................like 'wearing a mask'

Im garbage...lol...shiiiet homie...I'll fucking break u...
Im deep in the south...you only as deep as the trash can'll take you...
thats all I need to say...I wont even really waist the lyrics...
but I will put u so low in the grown u'll be like "wat the fuck happend to physics"
your record speaks for itself...and right now...its quiet as fuck...
Its Danjure S to write the stuff you write...especially when half of it sucks....
cus I'll beat you till your face looks raggedy like a laundry bag...
your verse says it all nigga...you "literally"...must just wanna be bad...

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..

in 'being wack' you'll beat me, but in rapping? you'll lose, dawg
i'm way better than you, so if i'm garbage ..
..............................................just imagine what you are!
clash with a few bars, please ..you not helping the south
you say "we got your name in ours" ..
........................but you got something 'else in your mouth' ..!
ya health'll denounce, c'mon, stop the faking, your shit is dead
against me ..
you'll "struggle to stay up, but eventually go down" ..
..........................like a "chick comtemplating on giving head" ..

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The Scholar

Only fools get caught free postin, in person youd get roasted
your the chosen one hand picked to get dissed imma spit this shit on you and onto your baby sis, yeah im talking bout your family tree your the kind of grime who stands in line just to smoke some seeds, a made up fein is what i have you labeled you watch catipillars grow cuz you aint got cable, your wear paper bags on your feet cuz you thinks its handy, a spray of banaka in your mouth and you think its candy, Xeed you need to get on your knees and beg me to please not make you bleed with a heated key stuffed in the whole which you use to pee. Posting in here is not free you either diss or get embarrased like the time you mom shit in your baby carrage or the time your dad cheat on his marriage and used his asshole and some soap for LEVERage

I would grace you with a diss, but you would probably say i cheated,
I had wrote something so hard censorship shows my *post deleted*,

*in a friendly mood* lol.

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you rock speedos for the banana hammock effect
so imma make this wack ass diss direct
you talk about gracing us with a diss
yet you to busy facing your moms pussy lips to spit
i dont care if you cheated or got censored and deleted
im fucking heated so i assure you will be deafeated
i take a dump on your chest just to watch you eat it
your probably a fucking midget trying to stack your digets
Imma cut your damn legs off just to watch you figet
then rip your head off and play a game of cricket
Aint no point in rhyming we all know your WILLOW (the movie)
your probably so short you use cotton balls as pillows.

i know u heated cuz ur rhymes is weak/ u talkin bout defacing, nigga i'll shoot off ya beak/ u bird ass nigga "an u hope" u neva see me again/ u won't all u'll see is that revolver spin/ and if dude said he got censored and deleted then u should've 2, so beat it/ i'm a nigga sayin i'm concieted, i gotta reason/ its murda season holla

no witnesses see me piss on vinceness's purr ty dress
so gifted is this spit its lifted us all except wats left
another wack lyrcists makes an ills attempt
to dethrone some guests thinking he can best
those who let tests show whos pro and whos just slow
Anu hopes this deala folds to any battle that he throws
rub elbows with they who know how to throw low blows string emcees
like hobos drunk n dancing to gogo deala you a bozo
getting stirred like coco dont post against me loco
or you'll find yourself in a choke hold truth be told im only 9 years
old and i got your post iced cold like the north pole

Bury you & ya unknown bitch, to die inside a cold-ditch/
His raps like gunslingers use napkins, they unfold-quick/
Soon as the drum-roll split they brain, one horizontal-slice/
Pour quarts-of-light liquor, give respect to a former-life/
After that, spit-in-ya-face like cobras, blindin-ya-eyes/
People say crack-cane-hustles, not so stylish-this-fight/
Bastards back-pay double, contracts, he signin-it-twice/
Get face bagged, stashed into-the-ride, I Shock minds/
Most confident niggas figure, dial the suicide-hotlines/

Well, I run text-on-punks and rip kids with my scripts cause I got the best-of-em//
extraterrestrial-lessons-done cause with or without X, (extasy) i get bitches.. hell X-is-one!

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