Yo' one man band, I dont seem to think you understand, what, is your head so far up your ass you cant stand?//

Cant see land, all you see is your intestin, when you rap its like a fucker screaming "one, two, three - testing testing testing" //

Yet your shit is kinda interesting... likes mothers and sons and cousins insesting, your so fuckin shit, you need to be gagged before arresting, cus that mouth is just plain full of it, sorry i meant full of shit... My bad, heres a gun, put it to your skull and then pull at it//

Six lines at the least, this mother fucker wrote six plus one, multiplied by three, thats way more than he should need... and he calls himself an M-C, took him 21 lines to diss, thats just weak...//

You know, he's a one man band cus he aint got no friends, no one who can defend his mother fuckin punk ass, sounds to me like he been smokin too much of the good-grass, cus he's not even in a rank, he's still in third class... Who the fuck let him take the mic? he shouldnt have even passed//

I done told ya, you don't want it with me
i'll fold ya, with da 45 i'll flaunt it so you can see
like T.I said tha drama ain't nothin 2 me
your as dumb as can be, just stay in ya place
leave rap alone.. become a Pastor like Mase

become a pastor like mace?
Fuck ur so slow, I threw my fist and it went right past'ya and in the face'
Cut u up so quick, then leave without a trace,
Drain your blood so quick that when it drips its still blue,
Dry your veins so their so dry its a drought through and through,
Watch your blood clot, till its thick enough to make black pudding...

damn, who is this mothafucka comin from yorkshire
who sent this bitch a letter "Whack emcees for hire"
rhymes so weak, easily crushed through
yeah we got beef bitch! fuck you!
dont even challenge peeps to battle, with rhymes like that
cause once they drop their verse u wont be able to fight back

Yo Kuniva, you even know what you talkin bout?

Cus dude, without a doubt, you aint got style to play, you aint even got room to say the shit you say,

So that was your verse? And this is me not fighting back?

Fuck it dawg, you talk like your some nigga who aint even black!

A gay fuck still in the sack, A bitch but without the rack, A cunt without the pussy, a Pimp without the hussy,

Shit, if my rhimes are so weak then why waste your time? Surely battling me is your worst and best crime?

*albi*

This is my cypher, so you needa bounce like a bad check
do you really have teks, If i passed you tha choppa
could you handle it or loose control an shoot ya legs
couldent cut shit, grab a onion cut dat instead
rap ain't ya job, go back to dat head
from yorkshire, well around hea i'm tha king.. so go ahead an call me tha sire

Threatz? Is that manna be a symbol?
Your no man, you do ballet with feet all light and nimble,
When you spit, your words dont fit and they crumble,
You try battle, but you choak and then you stumble,
And your really that blind you think your the king?!
Fuck this shit dog, I take royal cus every line I spit - I sting

Every line you spit.. makes me laught
how can someone rap an sound like trash
no lie, i'ma let ya kno might bust a lil flow
Threatz neva been a ho, mayn I done stole tha show
mayn I done broke you off get up off me tha muthafuckin boss

u couldnt be the boss of a fuckin class room/
nigga get up off the cypher hop back in the whom/
or get yo asshole filled wit the end of a broom/
got gatz like drawz so i stay switchin em up/
u like a hip hop cop snitchin when im rein up/
just use ya brain befor u blab ya lipz again/
witness protection program be relocatin u to switzerland

This One Man Band Need 1 Damn Hand

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Yo LIL RENEGADE is makin his way up da ranks.
ya boi is back

talkin bout the other persons head be suck up there a**/yours is jus' as bad/i think you jus' need to change your pad/you say u have a d*ck but we really dont kno/but i really do know that you really do blow/ur a f*ckin ho/ha ha ha that no 1 wants/you say your a mc but you jus taugnt/which mean to mock/ur jus' a big f*ckin C*CK/

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so what chicks can rap too/
u won't battle me cause i can beat u/

How you gonna think life is made, bitch you even graduate the second grade?
Ain't no fucking wonder you never been laid
Writing unbearable, fucking wack ass disses
You try to hit with that no dick shit but your stuff just misses
Only time you ever seen a cock is in a public shower
Bitch you just jealous, I stet up and you start to cower

okay i want o say 1 d*mn thing/you don't even no my real d*mn name/and why do you yhink your so good at this game/you can't rap you need your lyrics shoved up your a**/sry i forgot your heads up there so there is no room/god i wish i could plain your dome/you say i don't go though 2nd grade/now what'z up with pullin that sh*t on me that a never been laid/neither have you/so now wat you gonna do/so go make up some more of you're gay a** ryhms/

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so what chicks can rap too/
u won't battle me cause i can beat u/

i wasn't even above you, but still you seek me out
you shit is unique - no doubt
but that's only because nobodys dumb enough
to think of this shit, bet you think your tough
using my lines back up on me, but dont you see
that i am superior to you, flowing and lyrically?

what the h*ll is this sh*t about/ i read the 1st line and it freaked me out/ i don't think i'm good/ see i think u jus' misunderstood/at least i don't walk around saying i'm from the hood/see i do this for fun you kno get a laugh/ but i think it'z time for u to grow up on your behalf/

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so what chicks can rap too/
u won't battle me cause i can beat u/