R.x must think he can rhyme cuz he rolls with the elementals/
if this muthafucka wanna brawl with me...he must be goin mental/
R.x what's that mean? i think it stands for Rated-X/
cuz while i'm tearin this guy a new hole, u'll think we're havin sex/
i don't mean i'm fuckin this guy, he's gettin stabbed by my lyrical rhymes/
cuz don't he know, messin with me... it's like he's committin a crime/

Ya dissing my crew? that will get ya lyrically beat black and blue |
Ya guess on my name was wrong, ya dont belong like gum on a shoe |
I will let ya know where its at, im here and aint leaving till the end of combat |
Ya probly caught on the thug appeal, thinking its real to have gat |
Shit ya got it turned the wrong way, ya kill ya self when ya spray |
My words will make ya lay, asking yourself now, did ya pray? |

so my first guess was wrong...well what does it stand for?/
never mind, i don't wanna know no more, *yawn*, this muthfuckas a bore/
when i called R.x, "mental" he though i was dissin his crew/
man, ur a lil slow, fuck ur crew, i was dissin YOU/
he says that he comes from the "womb of pain"/
that's cuz his head was poked by my dick while i fucked his pregnant mom, all-day/

shut ur mouth bad rap cuz your lyrics surpass whack//
its stentch is as bad as the odor between ur moms ass-crack//
im keepin it short because i aint gonna waste my ghetto ass lines//
nigga your retarted you cant spit a decent rhyme//

Purple Haze fuck ya, ya not even this weeks craze |
Ya easy to eat like a back of Lays |
Im going diss ya and Bad Rap all in one post |
Ya came back, couldnt get enough of the host? |
Ya callin me a bore but ya mking it a chore |
Keeping come back to get smashed on like some kinda whore |

i'll make this shorter cuz i'm done fuckin with these gays/
i'm tired of ya expressin ur pride...this ain't no gay parade day/

Ya running out of things to say? |
Like the excuses for what Clinton did on that one day? |

who the fuck are you this nikka named r.x//
bitch is gonna turn 40 and still wouldnt have had sex//
your a gay wanna-be bitch ass bum//
starrin at a dogs 'cock' is the only way youll cum//
your lyrics are trash bitch dont ever lay another spit//
your a little kidd who still gets milk off his moms tit//

No need to throw a fit |
My last shit made ya sit? I only did two lines of spit |
ah nice thing about the sex, but ya got me confused wit mex G |
Ya I dissed him too, ya going come back at me like ya true emcee |

ya diss me when im not around|
heed my words dawg for you get knocked the fuck down

oh snaps, purple haze's faggot ass still gonna post/
man, my verses are so hot...they'll burn u up like toast/
haze...u know u don't wanna fuck with me, it's ok, just go away/
cuz if u have dreams of winnin a battle...sorry, there's NO WAY/
hot shit is what my rhymes are all about/
B.A.D. R.A.P. is the king of this rap...yea, no doubt/

My rhmes split ya,Leave u segregated like the church of latter day saints/
fuck ur mom without a condom,snap my dick bone in place, shit in her pillow cushions,
cum a vanilla flavored load in her face/
Hi guys my names bad rap, I like to bob on knobs/
I used to work at a sperm bank but got caught drinking on the job/
I'm a slob, 28 years old, still live with my mom, My family tree dont branch, So my brother is also my uncle tom/
Bitch give it up, u cant walk and chew bubblegum,nor tell a rap and joke/
U could marry 4 circus elephants and still never find the pussyhole/
Might as well fuck midgets, at least give a lil pussy pleasure/
wait midgets clits are 3 inches deep, still too big for ur tiny lil measure/
your rhymes are overdue, your fees are still not paid/
u still owe new yorks finest, for the only 2 times that u got laid/
im leaving u reaping and sewing, praying to the sky/
asking the lord to send u an angel...preferbally ur asking for a naked guy/
go run up jacobs ladder, watch ur step, I'd hate to see u leap/
only way u would, is if on the ground was a dick, that u could shove between ur butt cheeks/

some one diss me

shit is worthless..you bring less heat than a cake with only one candle/
You wanna show me something? Well, this is yo final season like Tony Soprano/
Hell, Im surprised Sadaam didnt recruit you/
Your stench is bad enough 2 penetrate masks and make soldiers spew/
First sight of u, your father left, ashamed he aint have a son he could look at with admiration/
To him, u were Uglier than a patient who just had a face operation/
You should take a page out of my book, my words and lyrics off the hook/
They off the richter scale they got rappers so shook/
I got balls, never afraid 2 go face to face in a 10 round/
After Im finished with a cat, they end up ina dirt mound, never to emit another sound/
Straight out the gate, fuckin with LIL_MN was a HUGE mistake/
While Im earning respect and money...ur on a gay porn set on your third take/

fucking hell
u lot take long
im gonna diss myself....LOL

Hell im reluctant to battle but satisfaction makes me wanna face ya
Like a chemical reaction im gonna combust and lyrically burn ya
3rd time lucky, in my game luck doesnt exsist
just pure rage on enemies and no mercy on u snitch
dissin me on yo song targeted at everybody
now time 4 the public execution but not usin knifes or shotties
as i dont need them to get me by
just words to tangle and strangle my enemies, i aint shy
like the predator i target and str8 full on attack
no remourse, head on collision, a savage murder to be exact
u some skinny little faggort making demands u cannot live up to
highlight my feelings out in the open disrupt and interupt you
Disorientated ur stomachs growing like that nigga B.I.G
bloated lack of food, u dissed me to my face, like an animal ur now encaged
as full on entrapment, no where to hide is a full on solution
fist to fist, bitch round 4 round, ur face wud change resolution
as it would be rotting resulting from the aftermatch of ruthless decapitation
a leathal murder like a bomb in the wrong hands, suicidal interaction
People on the street, adore me facin my rap counterparts, must start charging fees
intelligent, endured profit unlike ur mama
she took it once and was ready to blow
like that club in the nelly vid during the show
My discriptives be ready to bust and make ya incarcinated
following this assault ur last hope of takin out tha messenger, is coming back reincarnated.