im a keep it gutta....
since im drunk fuckah...

YO im a ruthless type... i dont give a fuck
cuz i'll leave you around the lake like a fucking duck
you suck.. when it come to guns i'll buck
shot at ya stomach and leave ya ly'in next to ya guts
whats sup slut.. you fucking with me never
i'll leave the pipe i beat you with...in-ya like a fucking leaver
slash your throut.. bash ya foks
an cut you down the line... like am pack'in coke
whip ya ass for fun.. i'll trash this bum
you wouldnt chew my verse if it was editable wrap with gum
taking a shot at me better be blastin with pumps
cuz RV will see if ya brains can jump out ya skull like a head-diving stunt
im live nigga what.. a bit drunk off the 40
after im done serveing you im straight fucking your shorty
riping your strips leaveing you crying about your glory
you wouldnt make head-lines if you bash ya head into coke for a story
fuck you want advice... get off my dick and go live your life
cuz i got 4,5,6 niggas that'll kill you for a roll of the dice
nigga im nice you aint no-where near comp
i'll leave you underground cuz im ontop of your body doing the a-town stomp
give me my props or get shot for disrespecting me
you would of had more respect if you read my verse and left like u was neglecting me
come here and try to check me like nikys
you wouldnt reach my hight,
cuz ya punches are short arm like sleev's on white-tees
when it comes to battles... weapons is what you can bet i'll bring
cuz i have things wrap around my finger like a wedding ring
we knwo you sucky with weak shit... so dont speak it
if you ever had a good flow... its cuz your body fluits leak'ed it
keep this a secret.. victory'a ya moms... what you cant-see
that the only string i got on you start from your mother panty
fuck you wanna do scrap it out.. you bitch and everday you act it out
i got niggas back in nyc that spit.. an i aint talking about they rapid mouth
fuck scanz... actully who would fuck scanz
cuz bitches even say they didnt believe he was a man
im hot but i dont give out tans.. more like permanit marks
your flow wouldnt be dealy if you lived with sharks
make sure to mention we far apart
cuz the only thing u'll ever pump... comes from your heart
8-18 what the fuck kind of technique you hold
i can tell wining is new to you.... but loseing is mad old
dog for that chesses... i'll come pack like calzone
and put you under dirt like what cows-on
AND LETS MAKE THINGS CLEAR...
i throu the match.... but IF he did it at the gas-sation...you wouldnt LAY-FEAR
you a lame queer... you about a wild as a rain-deer
i make flips with 4- o'z... an thats only your reacord here
you aint no-one i would scrap to warm up with
how you fucking with me... this fagget dick smaller then my pink width... LOL..
yea im going on for hours... your hoe tell's me the same
he says he's dirty.. cuz after this it'll be he's first shower... an the dirt i'll clogg up the drain
are you incyan do you reconize the name.. ITS RANSUM FUCKAH
so dont get it twisted like braids... cuz your trash but your girl the one whos a SUCK'A...
FUCKING BITCH....

CRRRRRRRRRRAP..... BANGG'IN THAT 6STAR ******
C's up B's DOWN..
C' Life or No Life..
another cookie monster drink ELMOS MILK....

Lay Fear, SISSY KIND, fuck u and all ur SHITTY LINES
and if u think u good, we can go set it up ANYTIME
I called you out 'n u ducked, u a SUCKA INSTEAD
lits like it 'SHOT AT EM', da way he DUCKED FROM MY THREAD
get TOUCHED WIT DA LEAD, when i'm SPRAYIN NEAR
make 'em LIVE UP TO HIS NAME when he LAY in FEAR
Ran.. for postin dat, u should jump from NUMEROUS STORIES
i aint even gon diss u... cuz ya verse is DOIN IT FOR ME!

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!

Sonny Barz aka champion of the punch lines
when your type it bold we can tell stuff rhymes
but dog we aint stupid there no need to SHOUT
i don't know you i don't ya style, or what you be about
but your lyrics aint shit so don't reply the king of the cypher
dog i got hip hop in my blood so i like to think im a lifer
why you afraid to diss rans he aint really packin heat
you know he's just one of them fairys packin meat
only after he packed his fudge whit his didldo gat
yea i dissed him for ya man you gotta remeber that
i just did ya dirty work son you shoud show gratitude
now that im done i jsut gotta say i don't like yo attitude

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You can't get to me cuz
U can't Touch tha Untouchble
Break tha Unbreackable
Shake tha Unshakeable
Move tha Unmovealble

sonny bar aint wanna diss me cuz he knows what'll happen
but i see a new herb on the market and im about to scrap him
fuck you talking about... shit made no sense.. like em' after droping another album after encore
how the fuck you the tuffest??? just cuz ya name is hard-cor
i'll lay you down on a wash board... you only connect when cherp'in
the beast is lerk'in... you wouldnt ryde on my flow if you was serf'in
fuck you wanna do??? my guns got you coverd like walking the street with a 40 bottle
you wouldnt have no life... no bitch.... if you had hookers to modle
just follow the boy ransum...am about to ova-dose
i slept on ya verse so much..... my new name should be chromeatost
i'll leave ya body under fome and toast
cuz outta all people verse's hair/here he pick me... like a comb an notes
im drunk again off the 40 of old english... but im strong like poppey and spenich
I cant say it no simple... i'll leave ya Record, Body and Soul disminish
i spit till the finish... weather you like it or not is up to you
but i've delt with top heads whos lose'in records look's better then you
if it aint guns... girls.. and blocks.... what-else is popp'in
RAN VS YOU like a stolen watch..... YOU KNOW BETTER THEN TO CLOCK-IN
back to the store... im back for more...
ransum able to SNAP ya PUNCHES LIKE CRABS AT THE SORE
im done with my 40... alonge with this verse
but honestly... i spit freestyle that'll shit on ya career.. open mic.. and any CYPHER VERSE.. MOTHER FUCKAH...

dog i aint gona lie im a lil tipsy form sippin my 2-6
but i can still tell ya fagget ass idea of sex is Two dicks
no chick dog you sick, so ill buck down wit a mac ten
dogg you ain't scaring me you over re-ACt-ing
to tha fact that yo moma don't even think your handsome
fuck trying to swipe you man you aint got no one to pay ransum
i aint worth it to me, unless im killing you G
you deep sleepin in ya own Fulid
re-read ya verse and go threw it
yo man why do you lie in 99 percent of ya rhymes
back off ill gun you down 99 percent of the time
see ransum ran when i came gunning
whys ransum running when i'm stuntin
rans the man, naw im just lying
ran can't hang when his sets dieing,
see homles i got ya set bailing
and like you in english ya verse is failing

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You can't get to me cuz
U can't Touch tha Untouchble
Break tha Unbreackable
Shake tha Unshakeable
Move tha Unmovealble

i'll TOSS THIS GUY, when drama pop OFF YOU HIDE
how u call yourself 'HARD-COR', when u SOFT INSIDE!
i'll CLAP N FLARE, leave this whack RAPPER SCARED
u 'Peg City's Finest? must not be any good RAPPERS THERE!
i influenced you to start rappin, i aint throwin LIES AT YA
so 'WITHOUT ME, THERE WUDNT BE HARD'.. call me VIAGRA!
NINES CLAP YA, if he front, i'll let SLUGS MERK SHIT
'n make his body 'DROP BAD', da same way he DOES VERSES

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!

man if you influenced me i would be spiting shitty
i am the finest and i aint the only one repping my city
man why am i spiting, i kicked ya ass in the first verse
so lay low cuz ill stomp ya ass after i lace my converse
i know why you waited till i replied ransum befor you droped back
becuase you riding his dick and you want his cock back
i grab my gun and i cock it back, and blast ya face
a slug to ya mug just cuz ya ass is in last place

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You can't get to me cuz
U can't Touch tha Untouchble
Break tha Unbreackable
Shake tha Unshakeable
Move tha Unmovealble

feeling a bit sick but fuck it...

fuck im back home from 12 hours day of work
what else to see then a emcee cuming at me.. cuz hes flow a jerk
stop it reading ya shit hurts...
you wouldnt pack a punch if you had a hand in ya purse
whats crack'in hommie... aint shit .. just shiting on the lame bitch
flows i change it.. like ya hoe i'll slang it.. and like puzzle a cuff'in i can arrange it..
im lyrically daraing bitch... spit so hot... my mouth feel like its on flames bitch
you dont speak my languish... then abuse is what u'll distingish
from punches in a verse.. im crushin ya like peanuts
fuck a record...
i'll record this whore getting pissed on an floor'ed like r.kelly nude sceen shot
could careless where ya from... could care less where you have been
the only good drop you'll have... is your verse in the trash-bin.... MOTHER FUCKAH

That verse wasn't to bad.... i aint goin to lie
only cuz im comparin it to poetry from when i was 5
see man im tired of you, you're all played out
i would like to see you quit and be all faded out
really man, your shit sounds all the same to me
you know, it was in a dream when it came to me
your shit just like every other wack rapper tryin to flow
the worst part is after you see this you'll be buyin some mo
dude! stop paying ya ghostwritere... he aint that good
and stop posting, dogg you know you could
cuz im seriously tired of dissing the same wack emcee's
to make your verse good i got ya girl wackin me
so I aint so bored while reading that dirt
you didn't read mine befor you droped, that hurts
i can tell by the shit you dropped it was a flase verse

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You can't get to me cuz
U can't Touch tha Untouchble
Break tha Unbreackable
Shake tha Unshakeable
Move tha Unmovealble

u spit LESS TRUTH, u should stop postin in TEXT DUKE
'n if ur really tired of dissin us, use that as an EXCUSE!
cuz ur WRITIN BORES, you never been TIGHT BEFORE
RV 'EATIN APPLES' is the only time we're 'BITIN COR'
i STRIKE WIT GORE, swing punches DEEP IN YA HEAD
'n make his 'BLOOD LEAK' like crips do PEOPLE IN RED
i'm LETHAL WIT LEAD, u startin BEEF IN THIS THREAD?
i'll do u like 'ELECTRIC CHAIRS', hit u wit 'HEAT TIL U DEAD'
break EACH OF YA LEGS for tryna step, PREPARED IN DEFENSE
so u 'WONT USE YA LEGS NO MORE' like 'PARAPLEGICS'
bring '2 OF YA MEN', i'll scare em off wit a FEW TECHS
and I ain't 'DJ UNK', but i bet i'll make them '2 STEP'

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!

who the punch-line champion??

my verse tops all like the herizon sun
trust my shot'll connect like i had a verizon-gun....
stop trying bum.. spiting flow it'll ruin ya health
only way you'll be above me if you hung a poster of yaself....
come closer i'll rost ya... without putting you in the oven
an keep egg'in me on.. u'll only get trash after a dozen....
i spit hot in ya face.. like you got smuerd with mase
keep thinking you better with ya CD... im still on-top like the case....
u'll get lace without a trace of resistence
u'll be in 1st place... with an award for being wack but most persistent....
dont fucking risk it... after im done i have peep asking who-is-duke
im the most fulent-troop... that'll have punches circle'ing ya like a hulla-hoop... mother fuckah

an this is only the strech before the warm up...

i just want you to know i aint afraid of nuttin dog
and you just a fake ass thug whose hard on his blog
you choking like fog cuz my versus tend to suffacate
you drop dope shit but i've droped doper when i deficate
i understand man why you can't concentrate
i move in silence and promote violence
i lurk in the shadow then rip you up like an appliance
so i can understand why this shit seem unimaginable
cuz i am hardcore and i've been deemed Intangible

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You can't get to me cuz
U can't Touch tha Untouchble
Break tha Unbreackable
Shake tha Unshakeable
Move tha Unmovealble

this joker couldnt hit a punch throwin at a barn-door
fill him with led and we still question if he's hard-core
i got a 4x4, times that by 9 and ur chances are bleak
ur skill takes one step off a cliff and still doesnt reach its peak
im tryin to say ur weak, but I dont think any words will describe
how your rhymes are so simple you scared away the vibe
I dont mean the magazine, im talkin about the music that we play
cus u lace the mic and the beats even slappin you away

Im not done with you..

u drop 9 lines in a verse, its the dumbest thing i've seen today
or did even line number 10 realise u were wack & tried to run away?

looks like everybody is runnin

i haven't seen a more hypacritacal emcee
i will smash ya and this shit is literal Homie
you say my rhymes are simple. but ya verse wasn't a hit
and you still overated, ya dignity's in a herse after that shit
how you a millonair when you aint got no dough
how you gon be a millonaire when you aint go no flow
im a joker sure man ill take that, it's acceptable
but what is wrong when your punched are undetectable
you think your clever saying that you ain't done wit me
but i'm done with you so you better run from me
clearly you didn't know that more the two word can rhyme
that why i spit three of the same and came out with 9
are you some sort of skitso, odd numbers don't sit well with you
you should back off and don't come back i aint asking, im tellin you

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You can't get to me cuz
U can't Touch tha Untouchble
Break tha Unbreackable
Shake tha Unshakeable
Move tha Unmovealble