its a cypher not a battle so why u postin a verse
ur punches still cant come ill if u was a corpse in a hearst
u newb why'd u register and become a member of rapbattles
ur flows still got baby milk on audio i hear nuthin but baby rattles

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dear god......everyones homo......

all i have to say is that i need to boo boo.....
or else i'll shoot you if i cant dude......
pooping is cool and it gives me goosebumps...
its even better when you take loose-dumps......
the wet shits are the best kids......
you sit....shit...wipe....then close the toilet lid.....BITCH

your words couldnt indent shit...cant understand u suckin a bent dick...u better repent quick...i got better inventions and did i mention drop your resentment bitch...tricks dont get shit that envy me...so i absorb your energy and use it for centuries to cause you injuries.

Bitch, you must be high cuz that shit was wack
Like an old man, put it in the no flow sack
You need to absorb others energy for skill
Cuz you ain't got your own, while your thinking your ill
You are ill, Diseased weak shit syndrome
But i'm Deceit, a mouthful a bullet to your dome
I take you off your throne, if you ever had one
But see you only trippin' cuz you're my long lost son
Ask mamma at home why she's never in the house
She out suckin' dick somewhere, she's my fuckin' spouse
So take the shit and quit, you spit like a mouse
While to me you're equivalent of a wood louse

deciet raps like old people fuck//
slow off rythm and often gets stuck
jerkin and herkin tryin to hand out a merkin//
better off to go jerk off with a bottle of Jeghans
your punches hit like 7th grade girls pillow fights//
i'll knock out yalights leave you cold in the night cause your rhymes aint that tight
decreped derailed decomposed& demolished//
dees nuts in ya mouth your wack style's abolished, it needs to be polished
enough of this shit i already whipped his ass ripped//
i spit it out quick you gaspin holdin ya dick, stay slick little trick

You better put down the gat, before i blast your ass
And mash on you with a bat, until i crack your back
Pull the mack, it's like that, than i smack you fast
You just got bitchslapped, hand to hand combat
Then you look up at me with your tear filled eyes
Begging me please stop this i realise
that i can't beat Deceit, you can see through my lies
I'll quit rap, go home and stuff my fat face with pies
You a bitch motherfucker can't afford a blunt
You stuck with arrested penis development
I shut down your shit, and proved that you're a bitch
So fuck you too, you rather lick on a dick
But stay off mine, try to make your own lines
Here's some money, get high, go wild and die
You ain't got a life, no present or future
Only thing you got is tears cuz my rhymes'll shoot ya

like ur avatar ur flows leave me like WHAT?
even if u post 100 characters or lyrics still have a tendacy to suck
u representin lyrical renegadez how'd a faggot get in the Force
absorbin flows doesn't make u an emcee so put down the Source

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So you read the source? You like Benzino?
You probly copy from him and hate like Chino
You bring shit to the forums, call youself Judas
But your flows don't, might aswell be called Buddha's
Cuz you passive and weak, you probly just confused
Well you must be to fuck with me, cuz you'll lose
You don't seem to have a force and if you do i'm amazed
I didn't know rap crews accepted gays

so what u a stalker? let me show u how to get rid of a pest
first u point out his whack ass rhymes ^^^now lets move on to the next/deceit's a good name cuz u was liein thinkin u could flow/
RB knows u for skillz dwellin in the act of numerous no shows/
whos callin who Judas? better get ur shit straight/u knew rap
crews accepted gays when u came in here anally raped.....

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you suck so what/ don't try to take it out on other fags..
cuz you still in the closet/ while failing your little straight act..
bitch understand/ spelling errors don't make you the shit..
they only fit/ when used sparingly within a spit..
correct your grammar/ then feel free to come and attack..
but rewrite your written disses/ then come attempt a come-back...//

com on man this is all rubbish

3D is slow to notice this thread's topic, He's stuck in tha matrix.
This kid is not worth a punch, Have him hunted down by double agents.

So you're a shadow, you copy other people's lines
And yet you still sound shit, i guess you can't rhyme
You came from under the soil, so you're dirty and faded
You should study others' rhymes cuz your style is jaded
Your punches evaded, your flow outdated,
Go up against a pensioner, maybe you'll get rated

deceit ur a real mutherfucker
bet u really hate me sayin this stuff
u can ryme, but ur a crap rapper
u couldnt get a a record deal if u was puff
we all piss though but ur the worst
and ur fuckin gay