they call you chameleon cause your confused racially, mixed with different colors and shit/
micheal jackson look a like, who still goes inside k-mart and buys himself a cross-colors outfit/
ya ryhmes is like feces, like you got ya cpu diggin through the sewers/
cause every thing you type gotta be shittier than horse manure/
every thing you say is gay.... like ya mouth is only open for male meat/
you dig deeper in dudes assholes, like ya lookin for buckles in car
seats/
niggaz like you is why moderaters always start they bitchen/
cause you use big words in ya raps.... but you cant grasp the definition/

dolla dimes u had half a hot bar in ur ryhme/ i think its time u gave rap up before u start up/ this aint u /
u a chump and ima champ u couldnt beat me if u had my meat in ur hands /
ur ryhmes is sweet like candy bars / i seen harder rappers on candy bars/
ur skillz was never there so u cant be a star/u rap like a ryhmin retard/best belive im as street as asphalt/

DAHOODSVOICE is weak so shut up and never speak,
bitch you ain't up to date cuz you the hottest shit last week/
you loud in a quiet storm, never spoke when you was born,
parents thought you was deaf and dumb cuz all u did was slob on daddy's corn/ <haha
you the caddy for Tiger Woods, gettin replaced every year,
I'ma smack u across a windshield, wipe u off an watch u smear/
I feel no emotion tossin ya wack ass into encroachment,
you passed the line of scrimmage so the door's closed not open/

Pair a dyce
u betta fink twice
coz im hotta a curry with a helpin of rice
so b4 u try 2 depress me mentally
i'l beat u physically
n leave u holdin ya head in shame lyriclly
coz basicly in dis game calld rap
i am gold n ur a piece of crap
remember ma name mc_killabeats
wen ur hidin in fear under ur sheets

I'ts been 2 seconds and I already forgot ya name,
you must not be known, infact you're probly lame/
same ol bullshit, yada yada "Dyce you suck",
but still it's not a joke when you only drawin votes by luck/
fuck the duck duck goose, bitch I'm loose like mooses,
why you danglin from ceilings by some paper nooses/
don't call no truces, kid this diss is over,
you're outta Land and Range, so don't ask for Rovers?/

Diss the kid above me?... ok then, fine i'll tare this guy
since everybody knows how to toss a Pair~A~Dyce
I use to spit all my rhymes ending with a foreward slash
but you use it to simply come between all your trash


~out

To bad you couldn't act like your name, man that reply was fuckin lame, could be the same as you if i had a cock in my mouth, your knees in about two fuckin seconds hit the ground goin south, but i'll get back to what you said in the very first, that was i stupid ass diss , you gonna end up in my hurst, cause the way you rap can't be any good, it's like your mom only good for the hood, but i forgot that your mommy wasn't on my car or even in my bed, she was out makin money , suckin dick and givin head

i cant even reply to that holy shyt im laughing my ass off.
i would say your a noob but shyt they aint even that bad/
im gonna ignore timaluned so this is to silence/


SILENCE is your name cuz nobody listens to you/
screaming out loud as your face turns blue/
ILL end my bars wit a forward slash/
it just gives me another line to rip you ass/
so silence forever, just stay in text/
battle me ha whatever, youll die next/

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ghostwriter, you need to rethink how you type cyphers
shits so childish i thought you was wearin diapers
oh wait...you were killin and eatin babies, a deadly mixture
at least thats what depicited in that nasty ass picture
what, you think you're hardcore? you think you're evil?
fuck that, i bring the gore, you can call me zneval

zneval,yo feeble keebler elf sequence too simple to even diss in dis text/
so ill jus let yo words speak fo' dem selves,but dey whisper,kikk em in da balls to give em a higher pitch,learn/
from my delivery,my ILL~Liderit tendencies endin my enemies remedies to reconstruct yo amputees/
yo amps'll bleed when i stampeed threw yo trailor park an embark on dis fake mc/
make a livin jus ribbin on zneval n her siblins,erybody kno u slippin when deez writtens reveal to b jus bittens/
pet yo kitten,grab yo mittens cuz when MOLO spittin hollows~tip in 2 cents,so u can buy new~sense/
cuz u proven u abusin da usage of flowin,when ur used to jus blowin,so deuces,im rollin..................

man what u talkin about u the fake emcee,
i'm a real rapper u just another mocerky u need ta stop mockin-me,
yo brain is the only thing hollow,
now i regret not makin yo momma swallow,
straight up dogg fuck u go to hell,
can no one beat me i "neva say die" like duracell,
oh great MOLOTV postin shit this site's gettin dim-again,
u aint from detroit stop tryin ta be eminem,
u just like a tampon used once monthly n thrown away that also resembels yo personality FEMINEM,
on the mic against me u bout ta get crushed,
u need ta get rushed, to the hospital cuse yo ego so big u just about popped-ya-skull,
out rap tRiLL.......thats unpossible.

this got to be the weakest mc this sites has ever heard/
it must be a retard typing bars cause like ev-ve-ry word/

is less than supurb, a negative watt bulb, you just lackin the surge/
open ya mouth, bite down with ya teeth on the curb/
so i can break ya jaw, and splatter ya tonsils on the pavement/
so i wont hear you no more, deposit ya ryhmes.... nigga save it/
cause their just about due, and your missing your payments/
wouldn't invest in ya shit if the price was a Dolla and 10 cents/
ya mind is absent, your punches lines are not impressin me/
ya should be closed in a casket, with Rev. Run giving the eulogy/
supposedly, you think that your better than me/
nigga i write betta shit in just minutes, than you could in 2 weeks/
dont get offended, non-rank, im just stating the facts/
you couldnt get stage time, even if congress passed the act/
cause it would be vetoed, im like toxins injected in ya cerebral/
as you slowly start to decline, but ya mind is already feeble/

dolla dimez thats the correct price of how much u worth,
u been a tryhard eva since yo birth,
in the cypher i'm gettin u straight ripped,
yo smile aint gunna be pretty with all yo teeth chipped,
if my punch lines aint impressin-u, they must be dissin-u,
by next week i be in heavy wieght,
nigga u loosin focus u need ta concentrate,
afta i'm dun withcha u gunna get left ta cremate,
u actin like u the next 50 cent,
i'm only jokin here battle me fo real n i'll burn u a 100 percent,
aint no one see no intrest-in-u thats why record companies will neva invest-in-u,
wackness infest-in-u, u writin the best-in-u,
cuse thats all u can spit at me how u gunna put me in a casket basterd,
i get yo whole body plastered,
get multiple fractures if u up against-me,
nigga i will pull the trigga dont tempt-me,
but how i can resist its so god damn temptin,
u dont want this shit ta get hectic, u know u lost just learn ta accept-it,
dont botha makin records cuse yo shit gunna get reject-it,
rape? child molesting? those r the sorta crimes u get suspected,
of commiting stop actin like u livin a lilttle pretty life,
u aint no gangsta bitch u p.diddy's-wife,
now lets see how u react when u facing city-strife.

man trill, you been poppin to many pills, you rhymin is like my cat barkin, it's just wrong, why did you even bother startin, you fuckin light weight, ass fuckin, cock suckin, dick licking, your rhymes are just sickning, go back to workin on the street, i don't wanna hear one more peep, just shut the fuck up and stop tryin to rhyme, cause dawg, you ain't ever gonna make a dime,