This guy's pussy/ Annoyin til ya clean his clock/ Now he cryin/
Heat up his silly life to a clothes/ like being around-the-iron/
The secrets-now-arrivin/ Beause of me, they noticed-a-fool/
That needs avatars & signatures/ So we can focus-on-you/
Otherwise, you nothin but scraps/ Feastin wolves-ran-thru/
Put ya girl on wax against ya/ Stuffed with whole-candles/
No-channels you could surf-thru/ Ya style's easily hurt-too/
After I bruise-you/ You pray for chance like cults in a circle/

Dude your weak wit them cheap,diss's dont try it
If the game was on a self your broke ass couldnt buy it
You aint shit,he tryin to take my style why you hatin
dude couldn't do x tortion to me,
........wit my whole life information

Snitch-named-bricks/ Quickly-fix ya grave/ Ya packed-in-buried/
With your bitch, cause it's strictly-business like halle berry/
Without your mobb-deep/ Along ya pants you lockin-the-pads/
Fuck this debate/ I snatch your 3-0's like robbin-weedman/
Face-down on the floor/ I cock the hammer back, shoot ya knees-fast/
Know ya flow old as dirt/ Who the fuck'll name they crew dreamcast/
Even prodigy & havoc look at you/ Like why the hell you lying-for/
Think-twice, before you sink-like/ Junkies caught trying-to-score/

who taught u grammer?...ur lines is stretch like giraffe...
plus I make ur blood rain like da numbers on ur av...
and just for that weak verse...u need to choke urself...
write that u did it on a thread...then quote urself....
cuz I'll make u sink like black holes when u get close to it...
the hottest thing on ur verse was....when that bull shit was finally over with...lol

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We got anotha nigga runnin his mouth from tha south/
we got anotha nigga we gotta put dirt in his mouth/
naw, we gonna do somethin different to him/
like dismantel his body by puttin bullets thru em/
no need to choke urself, i'll do it 4 u cuz/
sting u with tha glock, with tha yellow and black jacket, buzzzz

wat the fuck was u thinking?...u must be on something bubbly....
I cant follow the cypher...it say to get at the nigga who's above me....
and for u...its not possible...unless u jesus himself...
its too bad too...cuz ur rymes needed his help...

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Predictable as ya sigs, split your dome til death's-pictured/
Only thing we about you is, you 'still' can't spell 'nigga'/
Fakin religious like witnesses claim, he say-the-best-dropped/
When he talks Jesus, he refers to slaves-in-sweatshops/
Complain to me like you preachin somethin?, It's no revival/
Walkin all his whole life, all of a sudden, he owns-a-title?/
Mad that we know you like blades, clingin to-the-hard-meat/
Acting wack as robin williams, no wonder he's new-to-rv/

now if u was hood....ud know how Im pronouncing it....
the only way u steaming...is if u get found in shit....
Ur whole verse was sweet...bitch u clogging arteries...
and ur rapname...is as played as ur line about the RV's...
and u know me like blades clinging to hard meat?....
WTF? Im like ur little ass dick dawg...hard to beat....
cuz I dont need titles....I beat net thugs for survival....
Religious? Iv seen harder verses written in the bible....

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Liquidfy your corpse when beef-stews, trap you like campbell's steel/
Why hassle with this false battler, hot as snow on lambeau field/
Why should I take ya serious?, you compliment me the whole-verse/
Only reason he's strapped on the shoulder, brought his own-purse/
Postin our battles like flyers, wishin one day that somebody-focus/
It's because of the sorry verse you created, why nobody's voting/
Bite-the-hand-that gave you health, I gunbutt ya with the handle/
I leave-you-lost-free, you feedin-off-me, don't mix-the-scandals/
Think you got an advantage in here, by just postin-ya-best-raps/
But I'm Fresh, you the pitbull getting shot, chokin-on-beltstraps/

WTF?..are u for real?....no-one want to merk em?................
X is killing the mic.........when the batteries stop working....
u should quit while ur a head...bad enough I let u spit.....
u actually wrote 10 lines? WTF?...cant u summerize that boring shit?.....
dawg....I didn't even read it....just the 1st line....wow....
if thats the hottest shit u got....then I just stompped the fire out....

cant some one else get on this....that whole back and foward shit get rediculouse for real...get some one new on me.

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I Got 6 Lines To Show Cas The Fact Im 6 Times Better Than King
See I Keep Raising The Bar, But The Bars Still Wont Let You In
Meh That Shitz Played, Probably Already Been Poted On This Board
You Claim Ya Punches Lift Cats Off The Floor, Mine Jus Leave U Floored
Is That You In That Avy? Never Mind Rapper You Look Like A Backing Dancer
Bit Self Glory, Im Terminally Ill And No Raw I Aint Talking Fucking Cancer

Meh...

ok...wat was u thinking....this my stomping grounds..u cant fit the shoes.....
it must be coincidence....I just came from ur moms too....
ok that was weak...but I'll whip u till ur back burst...
Mr.rapverse can get his ass perched on the sideline...wit the rest of his wak verse....
I attack first...take ur ass back to church...were hedons who dont believe in
Raw king get they ass merked....

w/e

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fuck a raw king, i'll smash hes head in with door pins
you about as know around here like a couple of orphens
you wanna talk about money, nigga start extroting
befor this nigga ryde on me, i'll be know for given raw king a royalty abortion
close ya mouth, or the 45 i'll help you keep it open
i'll rip ya corney ass flow like a Tee on hulk hogen
this faget ova here tryin to diss,
while hes ss behind a computer chair even scared to pound keybored with a close fist
i'll put a gun in ya mouth while u watch ya bitch blow dick
she was able to blow six, so befor she left... i give her the rest of the whole clip
so dont approuch me unless ya monkey ass wanna it for-real
cuz when u resive this bannnana, dont think its gonna peel.... for-real! BRRRRRRAT!

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!

rexless huh..? nah u need to be named restless ya rhymes r tired
less will come when u bleed ill choke u by ya own mic wire(mic in sig)
lyrical miss R~S~S they call me and i Redirect Systematic Situations
a diss by me makes ya skills self destruct and heres ya demonstration
watch yoself i apply pressure insure pain drain tha knoledge from ya brain
take lessons im tha stressor no cure to tha insane ya hopeless like a recked train
wit hostility i stractch holes in skin make lacerations create fear in my associations
i send animosity but ya cant defend yaself cuz u aint x-man ur a low illustration

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My lyrics stay nothing but nice I use them to bring u down to ur grave after my sacrifice

if you KNO ME you cant UNKNO ME unless u wanna DENY ME

kid u no match for me like retierd smokers,
u'r flames fire hopeless, blood drains by the tiers on ya focus
lets name the best emcees who post up, REXLESS u jokester
rhymesosweet??, so he'll get hit with the thing in the hoster
i bring pain to emcee, your gas'ed in ya head and ya car on empty
i work hard thats why ya envy, am like a vest that deflects all the shots u send me
so if u wanna go to war i herd iraq looking for killahs
i walk the talk, u stuck at da mirra trying to figuer out whos REAL-LA
my punches are head-ach to emcees...When they feel'em,
The God of Rap, so when i put my hands on him its not to heal-'em
i'll stangle and angel my position to mangle this box-head whos about to get triangled
lets lango but mention my name-bro, and bee the one who'll get sting-so
u not wanted so u gots to go, stunt'in like u running the show
unless part of the marathon then we see how u run-in-the show
u so pussy we cant tell if he coming or going, but im dumbing and knowning
if u ever rip me, i'll have my moms put in work sowin... MOTHER FUCKER~~!

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!