kid frozta...u gonna get burnt by this rhyme like a toaster
ur rhymes cold as ice...u act queer like putting up a george michael poster
this cyphers continuing and i recharge and amplify
none of yall can even diss me so dont fuckin try

jambo i come at u like rambo strait in mud camo
break off this lil man yo//
toastin an roastin is the way im boastin those r my lines that
ur steady coastin on
hows that fo recyclin ur bitch made n bitin//
have me fightin..mad leave u in the wind like a fad(fading trend)
thats right bitch im the big bad..mutha beatin u worse than ur dad
look the newbie done got had//

this kid is frosted like grnd mama's hair
fall out ya chair when you hear i'm there
swear you don't care but you checkin the mirror
fear got you bare all filled up wit terror

oh look its roux that punk ass gay dude
dont u get tired of bein pissy uve wasted ur last 10 posts tryin ta
diss me//
after today ill set up a battle like the marlboro man ill herd u like cattle//
slap ur head strait make it rattle run back to ur mommy lil bitch so u can tattle//
ooohhhh whats the matter ur such a silly fagget ill splatter
ur head til the floor turn red fall dead end up given head to the mortition//
keep writin ur petition cause dealin wit me ull end up like my competition wit repitition found dead wit 8 in his head//

i aint religious but sweet jesus!
u sound like a fuckin pop star rapping like cartmans teachers
u make me sick i might regurgatate
i think u need 2 realise rappin aint da game on ur plate
but i can c y u think dat ur da shit
u got 156 posts and spend all day suckin ur crews dicks
2 u dis is da life n u made it
tell ya wat gather them all up and we c hus mouth i leave tasteless
all of ur friends from 7curse 2 mr.spit
although i mite change my mind u shits r 2 easy 2 diss
heres da thing yo, ima drop n leave dis rite now
i aint battled in ages and i can still make fools look as big as bow wow

Dis verse is not yo issue I can shatter yo tissue. I'll be burnin dis GEE MC till da end of time.

You probly ain't religious but you need it in yo life//
Da only god dat you have is yo lyrical fake vibes//
I've been hated by many and confronted by none//
I'm tired of you hangin off dicks like handles on a gun//
All of whos friends from 7curse 2 Mr. Spit//
You a 3D nigga 3 chokes or 3 dicks//
You ain't battled in ages lets not get excited now!//
My missionaries kill you and not Bow Wow//
You couldn't touch ma flows//you couldn't even come near//
But yo mamma was to close// but who cummed in her ear//
You gonna tumble up close// and crumble in fear//
But ma flow turn yo 3D down every 2 years//
You ran in dis game you shouldn't fuck wit dis beast//
I lay ma easy lead against you// and let you rest in dis peace//
And treat you like 50 cent and you might hit da streets//

ARITHMETIC, jeez u think ur mr tough guy?
pickin on 3D like a pussy, n makin the fucka cry
u guys is pathetic, u got no respect for no1
not even yaself man, chattin shit like u got none
u shud both jus shuttup now fuckas cos ther int room for u here
now run along little children, othawise im gona hit u with fear
gona slap u, murder u, fuck u up n slit ur wrists
hang ur head on a signpost sayin 'please take a piss'
ul b drownd in sewage like u fuckin deserve
n no1 would giv a shit, theyd jus kick u to the curb
so fuck u man, fuck u n this world
leave this to sleazy n his white diamond pearls

ay yo sleazy, so u got white diamond pearls, what are u Mrs.CLeaver? ima impale u with my lyrics then steal ur soul like soul reaver, let it go dawg, u dont got tha skillz, only bling bling u got is 1 dolla billz, so u say ur a murderer, do u do it for fun? wait lemme ask u a better question, HAVE U EVER HELD A GUN? u should take ur advice and go slit ur wrists cuz the more u keep postin, the more u get dissed, u drown peeps in sewage, otherwise know as ur pool u try to defend 3d so he thinks that ur cool but everyone can see right thru dat disguise u got no skillz its just bullshit, and lies

illizuon u doin nuttin but causin yo self confusion
too many big words urself u found was losin//
while im abusin n musin(laughin) cause all those lines u was usin was stupid//
like a oop(alley-oop) kid i do this from the three point stain
my lyrics leave ya verbal in refrain no end to the pain //
i brought down like rain wit hail like pain must i enslave
ur life n put u in the grave or a long dark ass cave//
my style be all the rage dont try ta cage my adreniline can end this case//
nah ill jus bash u up wit a vase spray ur eyes full of mace after i left my shit up on ur face.. 100 get at me lmao

this dude is a bitch, watch as i rip off both ya tits
and put em between ya legs so you could say you have more balls than me
you claim the best? well the accusations are false to me
the only time kid frost is hard is when i frost this kid
then i'll toss this kid, so he shatters all over and then mathmetical prophieciez would have to say they lost this kid....

I bet you think ya real tight tight, running with my crew//
Or is cause you pack a 9, ill put ten holes in you//
Forcing lyrics harder then you take a bitch to date rape//
But you couldn't get ya dick up ya had to use scotch tape//
Stright from my boy 3D-- Sweet Jesus//
You think you fucking hot--I can't believe this//
I think I'm about to be sick//
Cough up spit and shit shit//
Like you did when ya dads dick when to far down//
InFumUz muthafucka, you know we don't fool around//

o boy here comes another one spittin shit about "packin his 9" // why is it that all u wannabes keep using da same line?//
its aight tho cuz ur so inferior u best realize the one whos superior// whats this sudden obsession with the dick?// now thats tha kinda shit that begins to make me sick//
where is ur vocabulary? whats tha matta? did u lose it?//
dont post that shit on here cuz peeps will just abuse it//
dawg all ur worst dreams will turno nightmares//
when u battle wit me, and u die right there//

damn! is it just me or did you bite that last line off of benefit?
uh oh, i think i caught you....i bet this dude is regretin it
i'm killin this cat, ya return is indefinite
watch as i overcome this obstacle and turn this optikal iluzion
into a large mass of nothin which is obviously confusin
everyone laughs at you cause ya style is obviously amusin...

aight dawg good shit u caught me on that one FUCK FINNALY SOMEONE WHO LISTENS TO REAL HIP HOP!
but anyways back to the matter at hand
u think u standin on ground, dawg u standin on quick sand.
thats right its an optikal iluzion
and it'll send u through a vortex of cunfusion.
u have yet to understand that i rule with an iron hand,
or better yet a fist, battle wit me, ur ass will get dismissed.
and by the way homie, its kinda strange how u say u won 3,
but rapbattles says differently,
that dont look like a 3, that look like a 0 to me.
unfadeable huh? well that seems like a lie, cuz u already fading and i dont even have to try
-to describe how primitive ur style is
ur never gonna make it in the show biz
*props on your flow, that shit was tight*