spirit is a newbie tryin to battle other newbies to up his stats/
i'll come at him like sosa with broken bats/
you real tough pickin a fight with mystic in a cypher forum/
i'll shoot at him with lyrical bullets and put four in em/
so if u think you can hang with bad rap/
i'll toss you the noose so u can actually hang/

play defense move ya feet/
wack shit get you bust to the muthafuckin white meat/
Fuck b-a-d you a-s-s you cant spit wit the rest/
Dont spit wit da best or you loose head & neck/
Hollow tips go through you old navy tech vest/

You thinkin u the best, u aint ready for the test/
You just like someone sneezin kid, u always gettin blessed/
Im always schemin on how i should kill sympala/
either chop his head off or run him over with my chevrolet impala/
To lyrically destroy you all i really need's a chorus /
I'll always be iller than u even if u catch west nile virus/
And thats It!!!!!

Im watchin as yall try to be ill as ice/
just stay there as i give ya some real advice/
atilla, man yall get used like spice/
run outta lyrics like i roll out the dice/
damn son/
too bad you aint got none/
if you had one, you wouldnt want to use it against a magnum/
thats how i have fun/
now im a tad done/
that aint the last one, so go on find your cap guns/

i'm sick like SARS leave scars that won't fade//
all up in ya chest with my hot lyrical blade you get played
ice berg soft like ice cream, make it a "soft serve"//
style all choppy like it suffers from "lost nerves"
you got "punk'd" like Ashton on "MTV"//
ice calls up the police cryin' "Rescue Me"
you got no "clue" like col. mustard in the study with the rope//
there aint no hope, you aint dope, someone call up the pope
tell him we need a blessin for Ice//
it'd take "Divine Intervention" to make his wack ass sound nice

deeni is a pussy who likes men

You fuckin faggots, i let you take over while i was gone,
the way you peoples were ryhming that shit was just wrong,
im going to make you regret trying to take my place,
they way im back is like a spit in the face,
dont get in my path, i'll go beserk,
ill come like a stab in the throat ill make it hurt,
nutcase you one lined easy hoe,
stop faggin and get ready to flow.

jay- ron you better pay-before-don/
cuz im gonna lay on ur mom/
ur just singing the same song/
it goes like this thong,tt thong thong thong/
open your mouth wide open /
let me baby feed you,teach you a lesson/
my rhymes are gods good blessin/

jay-rons a bitch who loves to ride dick
whens hes ready fer gay sex hes on the floor quick
i spit sick shit that flips like a card trick
this dude likes to deep throat thick shit like its a pool stick
but its ok jay we all have our flaws
like u suckin up giz with a hundred straws

sup with ur name? ur briefcase full of nut?/
callin jay-ron gay, you know you like gettin fucked in the butt/
fucker, only dick u got is a dildo...with no nuts/
step to me, i'll smack ya ass back, and spread ur crack/
call gay jay to fill u up with semen, he'll rip ur hymen/
after he's through, u'll still wait to get fucked by all gay men/

B.A.D R.A.P your the only one i trust know in this game,
those other two nobody's trying to claim my name,
Nutcase and scientist both yall talk about dick like you get it all the time,
damn is it that important you had to put it in your ryhmes,
we know you two are virgins cause your hands dont count,
i have spits that wont stop and come in many amounts,
i could challenge both of you and still claim a win,
something you'll never do even if i was a retarded imp

scientist you stupid bitch never put god in your words,
you'll never be on the same level your just a kid that doesnt want to be heard,
you made a mistake, the wrong man to spit against,
you tried to shoot but you just hit-and-missed,
if you were playing the game of life, your card you picked up was slit throat,
you shouldn't of ever stared not even as a last resort,
i pick your punk ass off one and one,
im bout to make a grown man cry, and i think it will be fun

Ha ha again this newb was way to easy to "roast"
Quick to learn never again will he "boast"

__________________
Soft focus

Whats the point of living?

The voices in my head Feat. Rule

Unlikely Alias

More Comming soon!

The closest treach ever gets to guns is cartoons
He's a kid, he goes to McDonalds for balloons,
See him sittin' in a pram with his mama wheelin' yo ass
I catch you like fishing and start reeling yo ass

^ damn, shit was hilarious, had me bustin up