You Got The Worst Lyrics I Have Ever Seen..
Wanted A Challenge I'd Ask For A Double Team..
Take My Lyrics And Have A Big Bite Out Of Them..
I Share The Wealth.. Here Have Your First Win..
Smoking That Doobie Only Time You'd See Dope..
This Rape Left You Wishing For Soap On A Rope..

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this cat speek ez don't even know how to spell
give em an H, E, double L, couldn't even spell Hell
it's so "easy" to "speak" and tear this kid down
he says "f*** who you be," can't properly use a noun
look at me, xzibit's gracing my avatar
but dawg your lyrics wouldn't be sick, even with three cases of SARS
junior productions perform favors just to get to the bottom
your views twisted dawg, like you lived in sodom

this dude go pound~4~pound, has no skill above//
me, he coodnt catch a clue with a glove i see~love//
evrywhere i go...this dude just another john doe//
when i come thru ya spot and blow away ur dome//
dont give me that tone, i search for clowns like you//
ur rymes are silly,they length jump ayound like a kangeroo//
my barrel* like fusilli, spiraled and bored into his brain chord//
im the lord, with my verse he just got gored~and~outscored//

edited:

*barrel of a gun

Time ~2~ Diss-DiZasterous who’s flows’ ~A~ Miss While Mine Remain Glorious~N~ Victorious/

So stop the fuss, cuz ya drop missed the Bus, compare our styles ~N~ my lyrics Crush/

As I take aim, with ~A~ verse that’ll rattle ya brain ~N~ leak ya life-out in Stains W/Blood pouring like Rain/

You call that Rap, well you live up to your Name, a total ‘Disaster’ I’ll leave ya running in shame/

Even if you pissed ‘Fire’, you still wouldn’t hold ‘Heat’, I could hand ya a lighter ~N~ ya couldn’t Ignite Beats/

It must be lonely at the bottom, with no one below, the emptiness in your head manifests’ in ya Flow/

Whack ness embraces ya dialect, erasing any signs of ya intellect, YOU ~N~ Fame, will never intersect, just like what ya lacking…RB’s Respect!/

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

I'ma BOUNCEDOGGYDOG like bad check,the only thing you can beat is dick/ stop lyin sayin you had sex, you prick/I'll spit in your face/this ass whippin gonna change you from a BAD BOY, to church boy like MASE/put your mouth on a pistol bitch/I'll put your brain out of order when, these hollopoints, whistle bitch/

haha this guy makes me laugh~n~pass out//
this bitch above asses~out, hes causin a drought//
he makes the board dry, go pout~n~cry *sigh*//
is this dude a guy, or is it a women who wants to be fly//
aww man, or shood i say lady, this bitch a day dream//
im splitten~yo~spleens, like im a tailor and ur jeans//
how come it seems every1 dissin me sucks and lacks attacks//
and slacks the talent they need to back themselves, u wack//
u coodnt "cum" correctly if you took viagra and dick sizin pills//
so wuts the deal, go write shit up, cuz my flows u cant feel//

Aimed @black fires' weak ass

Look at this Whack Cat, the Dog will 'Fire' ya Ass 'Black'/

Super sorry rhymes, embedded in each ~N~every one of those lines/

Trying to redefine the definition of Rap, but check my premonition you'll neva be Signed ~2~ Crap/

Bitch Slapped ~N~ invaded from the back, ya Flaming Faggot you spit what you Pack/(SHIT)

Your rhymes neva hit thier Mark, Change ya name to 'Miss-Fire' ~N~ 'Doubt' ya Bite is worse than ya Bark/

Well I left ya Schooled, Ruled, and 'Oraly Glued', didn't mean to be rude, but ya 'stuck' from the 'seed' that I spewed/

So think before ya speak, and Rap B4 ya tweak, cuz that garbage was far less than Weak/

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

this ass comin back again, wut the hell is ur problem//
u fuckin goblin, this fat jerk off waddlein, thats wut happenin//
y u divide ur lines, hey lil kim, u causin sins with that double chin//
lyin like ur thin, and if u r not, o well, then imma kill ur kin*//
back the fuck off u annoyin little moth, put u into chiken broth//
cuz u drop bad eggs from ur ovaries, dont get cold~with~me//
ur done son, put away ur gun b4 u shoot urself, pray like a nun//
once i come, ur frame all gone, u little pon, this verse was fun//

*kin is a meaning for children

^ Kin is a meaning for children? You ignorant fuck, it implies relation of blood line. Child or not! You're just whack and ignorant, so please don't post here any more.

Everone look at the little bitch, shaking in the corner at the sight of my style switch/
Ya just a little punk who could probably rap better if you was wasted Drunk/
From Hip Hop to Cocked Glocks ya couldn't Bust Shots cuz ya Drops Flop/
My steel-fist penitrates ya Soft-ness, Cooked by the temp of my Hot-ness ~N~ still your Drop-less/
I daze ~N~ Confuse with a vocab you couldn't Defuse ~N~ Punches that land ~N~ Amuse/
So if it's a battle you chose, too late cuz every one knows you're gona lOSE/
So fuck a Diz-ASS-terous, to the Rap game ya Blas-pha-mous/
I'll dance on ya spine like a Rapping Preacher @ Hammer time/
Sorry I had to diss this little Miss, but she had 'IT' 'Cumming' like her 'Mom' ~N~ little 'Sis'/

Please exit RB now before I shame you further. What?

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

u stupid fuck, postin a battle verse//
how long u need to get across ur words//
children can be urs if they a part of ur blood line//
this dude committed a crime time after time//
ur tellin me im bad u listned to wut i sed//
u attched ur lines u stupid fuck, u might as well be dead//

Amby ignore this free post, I just need to set this fool straight.

First of all that is no battle verse, it's what I always post here. I don't need to save my vesres for battles, I do that in real life. I have no problems producing verses like that each and every time, so there's no need to seperate my cyphers from battle verses. Unlike your sorry ASS drops, I bring it every drop and every line. So fuck off and recognise. If you have a urge to test me, then go a head and set yourself up for failure one more time in your pathetic excuse for a life. It's obvous in your reply that there is a huge lack of elevation, so please just keep quite until your drops prove other wise!!! OWNED!!!!

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

shut tha fukk up,

i beat your bitch w/my log until her cervix clogged n me sheets double functioned as a body gauze//
blood lost, brain mal functioning, now she wanna b ma girl...while im throwing her out ma moving whip like a drunkin hurl//
made that 'bitch' 'bounce' lik 'doggydog's checks', i'll check your chess with ma tech n make u cold hearted wen ma steel meets your breasts//

Are you illiterate or was that just deliberate? Either way I'd just get Rid-of-it/ (your rap)

I bet ya Daddy wished he 'Fired' ya Name [Blanks] right after he bedded that Hill Billy Dame [ya Mom]/
How was he to know you'd bring him a Life full of Shame, I bet he Cut off his Dick, cuz he gave it the Blame/

Ya want to step up ~N~ act 'Rough', cuz that's were ya 'Putt', in simple terms 'Ya-take-in-the-Butt'/

Like a 'Bird' that don't fly 'Straight', ya 'Crooked' ~N~ 'Fowl' from all the 'Cock' that ya take/

Like Cooking at home ya better 'Shake ~N~ Bake' Cuz ya ryhmes ~R~ 'Breaded ~N~ Fake'/

My drop you can Contemplate, or reply ~N~ Exagerate but we all know my words will Circumnavigate your Cranial Plate/

~N~ Devistations ya only fate, Cuz for humiliation it's way too Late/

This shits too easy.....

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

you suck kid, i cause ruckus,
but this is basicall7y a freepost, so fuck this.
ill kick ur ass in battle -0 and strip ya lines...
cuz i cause ya polls havoc, and rip ya nines
trip ya times, you needa quit, bitch
cuz i cause you puking..like bally total fitness..

u think u nise/ ill splatta ya wit my verbal vernacualar/
ur rymes lack meaning/ like pre teens lack semen/ ur ingredience is all wrong/ u the type to listen to prince tracks/ and sing along/ Im jus messin around/ but my flows still hotta/ I could spit holes in the ground/ u the type that act tough when them hoes is around/ when i confronted u u smiled and said/ i jus wanna be down