Ooo Look At This Kid Riff Raff
i Take HIs Rip His Raps In Half
And Shove Him Up His Own Ass.
But i Guess He'lll Just Laugh Cause He's Used To That.

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Hollar At Ya Boy..

Vote It Up:
eB Vs. tourn

EB

I'll curse Ur children befor birth, make em take more dirt than off road 4 wheelers/
Ramsack wak attacks from a riff raff dick riding ball eater/
U'd think I turn the temprature Up from the hottness of four heaters/
U couldnt spit right, even if Ur moms toaught U it properly/
Verbally rip the ground U walk on and make Ur yard my property/
the mic was invented to honer me, but U get on Ur knees by choice/
my objective is to be like catholic priest and scar young boys/
Ur talking about owning shit, but Ur buildings toy blocks/
Bite down on Ur throat and destroy Ur voice box/
so audio is not an option for U, give into textyle/
then get a job in the real world cuz EverBody in this cypher just got exiled/
I make niggaz slowly start missing like X-Files/

Vote in atleast one battle in my sig honestly. We'll return the favor. thanx peace.

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sup eye..lol

stop raisin-a-buzz.. man your not hot quit playin-me-cuz..
I dont think im dope, but i cant remember a time u didnt say-that-i-was..
the gay-in-you-lusts.. jump on the nuts of every vet-that-you-see..
wack crew so whod you ask to join? yep, you bet-it-was-me..

Dont even lift ya head up, bitch ill leave ya lips buried-in-concrete..
fuck it, scrach the gun talk, drop, then let various-bombs-speak..
Head fulla slugs-from-my-heater, mix ya blood-fulla-ether, dilutin-ya-health..
n if your dissin dudes for dickridin, might as well start includin-ya-self..

one

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a lil wak cypher verse for One Man

this nigga freeposting, that type of shit'll cost U "Life"/
Im "still" waiting for Ur verse to drop, all that bullshit was nothing but hype/
Punches hit one man and turn em into a thousand members wit no strife/
thats why he in my crew, he tryin avoid us 2 crossing mics/
this a curcus the way Im tossing knives just to blind side U from both sides/
I'll str8 out dominate U, Like Prince in those cold tights/
He's stay like the fantastic 4, his fith member plays the wrong side/ (look at his record)
Punchlines Hit like thundervolts, they gottem doing electric slides/
U could'nt battle me if U came wit more member in Ur band than N'Sync/
a colab for this nigga is...me holding his hair back while he vomets blood on the sink/
one man in a band is lonely, and bad for Ur social health/
so I'll break U in half just so U could get besides yourself/

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this is for eyedentdy

is this foo' for real, does he think he's that good/
beat you down like ice cube send you to those boys in the hood/
here son a little lesson to learn/
when you diss somebody you gotta make em feel burned/
your verse felt like sumtin a bitch would write/
if i ever see you in my line of sight/
better duck down cus it may be your last night/
he gotta a picture of pac but he from the bronx/
take that into mind n give it a lil thought/
shit pac didnt even like the east/
now ima make this muthafucka cease to breathe/
your are just a unreasonable action/
I'll make him hit the ground before he even knows what happens/

MC SYX:

... yo, i own mitres, rip cats for fun in the cyphers..
didnt even read ya verse n im bored of ya one line rhymers..

well,.. that was wack but whatever..

eye:
yo, I bring-colossuss, check it, my swings-n-drops-hit..
you cant diss me.. youre the one with less wins-than-losses..
flingin-this-gay, ya rhymes are wack, simple-and-played..
I punch constant.. cant count how many hits-n-misses-u-layed..
not even hobos got cents worse-than-ya-verse-made..
n' before you use speechmarks try learnin-some-wordplay..

one

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one man band, youre as shit as they come/
look at you, dissing two people at once/
im wreckless with the mic so get ready to run/
love beatin up bitches, then when im done/
ill dance on your grave, givin you no respect/
if youve got any skill, its hard to detect/

30 seconds for you...

Lunatic is like `suicide with gunz` better -|re-specked(pect)-ya-self|-...
battling you is like damaging `drugs` the way i'm -|wreck-in-the-L|-...

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wat the fuck, im gonna muddle and kill you/
i didnt get your 1 liner, because of that jumble of symbols/
read the rules, this cyphers a six like minimum/
so fuck off, im gonna can you like aluminium/
internal you liar, you never even touched a gun/
droppin my lines by-ya, kill you just for fun/

stop freeposting?.. dude.. you just freeposted then...^^
contradictions like that jus make u look worse then him...
your multies are more off-point , then un-organised crimes
where i come from, cunts get fucked up, for spittin those sort of weak rhymes..
lunatic lines, one-man-bands crossed em aswell
hes so bad he makes SYX look more slick then hair gel
get off ya dick.. shit, dont make me fuken laugh
you had a fan, untill you made the cunt look like a fuken ass...

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RIP jono, peace out bboy.
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wtf sin.. uncalled for.. and ya verse was all filler and whining..

yo, i chop-heads with hot-text, sin's dome'll drop-next..
what i gots-fresh.. your verse is spoiled by sour concepts..
sparkin-the-heat, park-n'-retreat, freestyles have ya chalked-in-the-street..
take him to hells my burnin desire, scorch m' wit fire, hes marked-fa-defeat..
sharkin-ya-cheek, i'll rip ya whole fuckin face-apart..
laser-sharp, lyrics pierce ya chest n' taze-ya-heart..
ya verse could be good, just fix the endin, middle, n' replace-the-start..
stoopin-ta-hit-ya you so low, but my punches bruise-n-they-blister..
second to "nun".. just like we was racin n' i lost the cruise-to-a-sister..

one

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jus tryin to elevate bruh, no beef.

one-man-band, understand, ill rip your bland words appart
rappins are a fine art, im turbo charged, your weak like a golf cart
mustnt be that smart, the only chalk in the street your leavin
is girly games, hopskotch, ill make u choke, till you barely breathing
call me heathen, im sin, n im not afraid to kick u in the shins till u bleedin
im sick of siftin through bad rappers, pick em out like the game was a garden.. im weedin.......
fuck it, ill give you a blood clot, im hot, its like were playin russian rullette, n u got the single shot

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RIP jono, peace out bboy.
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I beat sins head in till He cant think of nothing but enemies/
make em catch amnesia, lost his proof of eyeDentdy/
Trying to spit garbage, U tossed Ur self out/
Do like Jason Phillips(jada kiss), and Knock Ur self Out/
I'll leave Ur eyes dailated worst then Ur picture/
while trowing punchlines at U like a Chinese ninja/
U must but Etheopian from the way U starbing for rymes/
If I was U, when Id write my verse, Id take that extra long time/
even think twice befor actually posting it/
think 3 times befor calling friends over the crib and showing it/
U most've love Dick riding, cuz in this site Ur blowing it/
this nigga'll copy my rymes word for word like he writing documentaries/
Im battling in the streetz live, while U wont even be a textyle ternament entry/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..

i role over this eyedentity proof//
actin like some mans are affraid of the truth//
i beat you in the booth, 17 and juss a youth//
uplifting off a zoot, while i fix ya//
"I'll leave Ur eyes dailated worst then Ur picture"//
nah 'll be leaving you blind by the visions of my scripture//
as i regain the title like a premier league fixture//
and your spelling is done slopperly//
and how bout rhyming properly?//
while i rob your state property//
just to gain poverty upon this game of monopoly!!

nine posts full of jokes/this fag,gains less than a gay for a blow(blowjob)
you verse is so poor,that i'ld splurge in the poverty world..
im called Xtasy..so i fuck u up & stop ur heart from T-O-Bing(throbing)
you only nu to RB,u still on time to leave,theres no space for a newb
these few lines are easy to grind,but i bet u'ld re-read it cos u blind..
u call ur sefl"theoriginalblitz",after this diss u tagged as "theoriginalbitch"..

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