LYRICAL_GANGSTA
^who are these people always botherin me??

Ok this is the last time I'll be in thread cuz everyone is jus talkin shit now....

First off I don't know you and don't care what you can do,
all the time you took to put together your lil verse, I coulda wrote two/
apparently you new to this place and you don't know not to tempt me,
you got gangsta in your name but your gun is rusty and clips empty/
cancelled like Ren & Stimpy, I'll amputate your legs and call you Limpy,
I must be one with Pastor Troy, cuz I'm the only one that can pimp me/
you talkin in circles wit no personals to come and diss properly,
you "From: NEXT TO YO MOMA'S BED" cus I rent you my property/
there's no stoppin me, I'm Leathal like Weapons in sequels,
stop tryin to be like me kid, cuz my Dyce(balls) have no equals/
you Beans like Seigel, people eat you just for Shits and giggles,
ask me if I liked the content in your verse and I'll frown an call it fickle/
your name shows what you wanna be, but never can achieve,
I feel sorry for your brain cuz stupidity won't let it breathe/
rip you wit ease, please nigga I got you life on the bottom of my sneakers,
I'm always the highlight of the show, you just a guest speaker/

nice

This to techum the mc or watever the fuck his name is

yo, somebody pull this cat off the stage
he aint go no street credabilty
quickly, cause he dont have no ryme capabilty
hi rymes are the most simplistic i eva heard
its okay to laugh his lyrics be obserd
Con proof tryin to get cats like u out
u betta hurry the fuck up or do i need to shout

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The voices in my head Feat. Rule

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this is to big J mutha fucka dissin me cuse a my age

fuck big j who the fuck does he think he is,
so what i'm fo-teen thats nun a yaw biz,
man u cant keep up with my rhye complexity,
the only u was gangsta is when u was playin GTA VICE CITY,
my lryical capabilites rippin yaw wack emcees,
nigga u cant finish me or dimish me,
now listen faggot rapper who u tryin ta be,
u just another dumb fuck stayin home all day n buyin shit off TV,
man i heard there's another sale at EBAY,
na man dont fuck with big J, cuse he'll take it too literally that nigga he-gay,
now what u say, dissin me about my age,
haha that was funny now i show u a fraction of my rage,
i flip the page to a new chapter,
on the mic i devour u like i was a fuckin raptor,
but i aint no mutha fukcin dinosour,
big j who u tryin ta bore,
its a proven fact that for every 1 dope emcees theres 9 wack ones,
u aint got no funds bitch so how ya gunna buy guns,
now what u wanna start sumthin,
man cock is the only think u'll eva be pumpin,
n loads on yo homies is the only thing u dumpin,
bitch this was just a sample a the hate compared ta what i can really do this is nuthin.

This to big j
i dont want no affilation wit this cracker
yo i splatter u and ya cru make ya wish u neva tried to become a rapper
make you wish you were neva born youd fit more in place if you were listenin to Korn
i won more battles than yo bitch ass has lost and thats a lot
you need to pay more respect
its ok i already no you got a fake intellect
you dont no shit u be better off lookin up a dictonary
when you walk in front of this fag best be wary

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The voices in my head Feat. Rule

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big J u too scared u aint prepared,
u the wacked emcee i eva read,
yea i wanna battle ya u heard what i said,
man to me u sound plain,
homie i aint playin, when i say that dissin u aint worth-it,
compared to yaw shit mine sounds perfect,
u a punka fo real u just a G on the surface,
i aint no bazza like u so dont ask me where the surf-is,
on the mic i get u ripped n leave u blood splattered,
yo spleen shattered yo skeleton battered.

(treach P i didnt diss u fo real on that cypher i just had nuthin to do)

i get set trills up next to pull a fast one, im lyrically connected to the dots then i blast one/
now who wants action satisfaction my lyrics remind treach and the 14 im everlastin/
forever laughing/
takin ya both off my nuts cuz u drownin in my semen/
hauntin these bitches, like i was there worst fuckin demon/
beat me... yea dreamin/
cuz rhymes is somethin ya asses is lackin/
ya need a wake up call so im'a give u a good smackin/
187 is what ima put on ya ass/
sayin ya ready nahh you girls aint ready fo the task/
like a comedian, after i spit im'a get my laugh on/
then watch my lyrics bleed on ya both like a tampon/
u need to notice that im an all star and ya still a novice/
im tha one, who nobody is ever replacin/
so stick to ya lame stations/
cuz like wal mart jerzees, ya both imatations/
givin ya a brain freeze, leavin ya eyes hazy/
faggot asses ima call you both miss daisy/
call me vince carter cuz im just fuckin amazin/

tryna battle me you both must have lost it... damn its a shame and u teamed up niggas......hurry up and respond so i can diss ya niggas again

i aint dissin yo age im dissin yo rage/
no spark no flame...guess u just in that stage/
fraction of yo rage multiply by two/
couldn't scare the whole cast of the cartoon scooby doo/
so u from 88' or 89' it dont matter its a hit from the past/
u didnt even know your mom when i was hittin that ass/
and ya never rocked the microphone more like a phony on the mic/
shoulda put stock in the xylophone, at least you beat it right/
like a thief in the night, i got you and that phoeny azz treach owned/
yo mind body and soul, and a tall glass of ya ho/
this be the last bar i fire, damn i made a mess with the heat/
so now i put you out tha pasture with the rest of my beef.../

Big faggot J//
your name is gay okay//
i haven't even read your rhymes//
i see your name, and i know i'm just wasting my time//
man you a disgrace to the rap game//
you ain't ever gonna see the rap fame//
when i spit, you wanna cry//
you ask yourself, why can't i spit like this guy//
cause you sound like a piece of shit//
your faggot ass can't spit//
so just give the fuck up and quit//
ya fuckin dumb twit//
stop posting on my thread//
or you light weight ass. will end up dead//

man your mothafucken name is trill
you know what that rhymes with grill
which is what you'll be when i'm done this spill
everyone here knows you suck the cock
of every little boy who lives on the block
just because you think that you rock
well guess what i think your a fag
and i hope some dog bites you in the bag
and then fall down and break your leg
then maybe get hit by a car
why'd you let your words go that far
so now your layin in the ground
there is no sound
but that my friend is good news for you
cause when you were alive all you heard was boo's

tru_playa_slaya btich i'm bout to slay-ya,
wat u gunna do when these nines bout to spray-ya,
nigga i'm 1 in a million,
u hold the mic like a man but spit like children,
man yea there's guna be sound when u get sprayed by fo rounds from these fo pounds,
and big j please dont even try to battle-me,
cuse u can neva beat me i neva say die like duracell bateries,
u get battered-G, yaw cant shatter-me,
man yo heads like a bullet proof window 3 inches thick,
with a pic from the simpsons u got yoself thinkin that u slick,
now i'm gettin hate from rookies from canada and las vegas,
yo rhymes about as out dated as segas,
what nigga u 16 17 gettin burned by a nigga fo-teen,
u would probably shed ta tears if my rhymes was mo-mean,
mo-lean conproof be my rap team,
crushing yaw wack weak emcees, now yaw actin like my enemies,
yo murda be dealth with stealth like all my felonies,
nigga i'm nasty, yo rhyems can neva go past-me,
past-mine now burnin yaw emcees is a fun past-time,
fuck u 2 weak rappers yaw aint no gangstas,
yaw jokers, trill leavein the mic to detonate,
fuck with me n i leave u to cremate.

Man trill is that all you had on me
couldn't make a good rhyme if you got it for free
think your bigger then the world and even the sea
man you can rap bout' as good as christopher reeves
you got 5 lines and started on big j
you were probly dreamin of given him a bj
so don't try to diss me again unless it's good
cause you probly just some nigga livin in the hood
don't waste my time cuz i havn't got enough
and give me a second while a take a puff
or a big long drag while your being cuffed
you think your so big talkin bout your nine
man i'm gonna take ya and break your spine
i do this to little bitiches just to here them wine
and to think this started over a bullshit rhyme

man trill can't you come up with your own shit/
the stuff you do make, you repeat and then you think you're slick/
but seriously man you sound like a broken record broken record/
a godd damn vinyl that everyones already herd/
you probably screrd now and lyin under you sheets/
goin back to what you do best, countin those damn sheep/
now this spit is on you but i don't know if you can hear it/
if i ever see you you'll be losin your spirit/
cause you be lyin in the ground under the dirt 5 or 6 feet/i don't know about you man but that shit is pretty deep/
you'll weep at the sight of my gigantic fists/
then you're little wee-wee will go pee-pee /
shit so tiny probably come out in a mist/
but i'll stop this shit right here man, i'll give you a little break/
you probably sittin there in you computer chair cryin your eyes out for fuck sake!

Oh Canada Canada
Whats this aboot(ha)
Fuck around and get burned from the inside out
String you out like taffy but I'm the only one laughing
Hammers to your face and thats before I start axing
I'll shit on you like you were a diaper
Wipe my ass with your face and hop to the next cypher
Flex Havana , squash you like a banana
Like them kids from South Park say, "Blame Canada!!"