hah boy u beef only wid da net as ya vest....u best have a bulletproof monitor an a bomb proof desk...cuz i spit lead through high speed an optical cables to open ya chest//
this wak rapper is dated...not even light weighted wen u type its all played every punch is faded.... u spit like that 70's show u do it in da present but man its really dated//
ur a discarace i'd rather be welcomed to miami hardcore by will smith.... wen u spit u spill shit... for christmas ill stuff u like a turky biut dont want no thanx given for this ill gift//
M_80 fuck u im m16... spit tear ya skin crush bones an ben(d) ya spleen..... im so fuckin keen to show u im meen.... but for no ill let ya wack ghost riter remain unseen//

bitch u stand where u stay cuz everyone knows theres faggots in UK/
matter afact faggot u gay/ and it really wouldnt matter what u say/
cuz for real which ghost writer got mad and composed "ur WACK"
its over don and i didnt need no closier rap/
cuz i had ur shit beat ever since u beeen exposed ta crap/
and ur flow wouldnt be dope if it got sold for crack/
KICKing FLOWs so far up ur ass u'll get da SOLE to RAP/
i even got ur homies talking "yo let me get a bowl of that"...

M_80...notha Fan obsessed slim-shady infectin R-n-B like Rabies-
Get off dis site...Ur worste than Whitey's who tried to spit in early 80's-
witta fag sig-its no gig...this kid does more for free than suck..
he's a young buck...witta avi thats played as fuck-
Move on off the rap-scene to Miami pre-teen -
Shit ya spits worste than your basketball team.....
Don't come back pissed an drop another cypher cus u can't handle a diss-
Somebody betta call Nabisco quick'fuck fists-Ima bout ta eat dis Ritz-

what THE fuck is a CYPHILAIDS,definition, a 1yr old diaper eggs/shit is the meanin of that type of eggs/brain in ya mouth because of dick, you love, that type of head/watch, I make this buck shot, from this rifle, spread/ right into CYPHI head, sendin him, right to bed/you TINA TURNER my boot is gonna IKE ya head/I'm standin over your casket, bastard, I'll fight the dead/I know, 6bars is limit and it might, get me deleted and this cypha spread/

Man...

Ya Cyph's never get ya Laid, why ya gotta lie...
A bitch reads one line, then her sex drive dies.
New ta RB? From that verse it's clear ta see...
So take yourself ta class, enroll quick into WEC.
Have it be ya alma mater, though you'll fail ta graduate...
Only slinga who wears a jet pack, and still can't elevate.

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Merkings will occur Monday thru Friday, 8 am thru 5 pm, C.S.T.
For my convenience, not yours!

Oh Hey Whattup?....Yo Check Dis!...It's Born To Kill-
Congrats Dawg-U da oldest Bitch On-Site Wit Outta Deal-
Fer'Real...30 Summin-Ya Older than the History Channel....
Age' Even Wit Candles....Only way Ya Heavy Weight is if I fill Ya Wit Anvals'-
Had that Avi For-Ever Man....Yet I think it's Elevated More than U-
1800 posts?....an 100 battles Latta- an Dis Kat still aint Gotta Clue....

No Beef_LolZ.....*1*

Aw damn it's a mix between virual infection and VD confection/
The kidz sick but not w/perfection but like POSITIVE detection/

A human wasteland whrittered away like Crack to a Waisteband/
A walking plauge who's spitz biohazzardous lyrics quite vauge/

He's killing catz, with infectious breath, as his 'Spit'z' putting crowds to death/

His rap's tattered and fragile, like his demise, should've 'steer'd clear' instead of 'Stood' Queer' whilst in Jail/

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

holy cow!! is that a spit, nigga like torn basketball your bounce to get ripped
proud and legit, i didn't want to get to this pussy...so i stopped crowding his clit
count down yo! no's fusion will flame your delusional raps
and prove how i match, not your style...cuz that's the usual crap
screw you hoe!! even bob marley has to light your spliff
your not tight as dick, need to be writing with rightguard power strips..to have lines that stick

hes not tight as dick..... what kind of faggot are u
you dont like crowding the clit...got damn who knew
what kind of fucking name is the shit no abuse
is it because u dont want pain when niggas gut your caboose
now your assholes loose when you shit u got the runs
part time mcs dont make leave it to the real ones....

pirut x? you asking what kinda of name is mine
you must be retarded, otherwise...this pirate is blind
couldn't fight a midget, with 2 arms cuffed
and while were talking bout assholes...go on slut!
you in for a banger, forget a bass box
i raide blocks, use my toungue...and detonate shots
why my words are never chosen, their destined to destroy
but i'm so nice, when i spit...each time is stretching the joy

no abuse lets call a truce
cause you the coldest thing cum along since dr suess
its bad when your flows dont make no sense
or better yet make no cents just smell like a scent
use your tongue to do what.....these are scriptures of a gay kind
whats a terrible thing to waste.....oh yeah nigga your mind

ur over at da welfare building tryina get signed/
cuz this nigga swears RB is giving away older vets rhyme/
go ahead right click press copy to borrow a line/
even wit rb legends best rhyme u still wouldnt follow behind/
yeah u straight...cuz u give so much head u start formin a line/
matter afact u renamed it "swallowing mind"/
just to show ur text like it was smarter then mine...

M-80, I thought you were gonna do us a favor and quit
It's getting annoying listening to you spit the same old shit
And every time that you rhyme, you tend to end in seven lines
It keeps you off balance, that's why yours aint stable like mine
But please don't pay me no mind, you don't have it to waste
If you were a bit sharper you'd beat me, but that isn't the case
So just give me my space, or you get knocked into place
In the corner with a dunce cap and a frown on your face
Crown Royal fits my taste, so I just guzzle it down
Get tipsy, get pissy and await the next round....

dawg ur moms swallowed more sea-men then da whole wide ocean/
someone should keep dat sluts pussy shut cuz dat hoes wide open/
id love to do u da favor and quit/
but it aint my fualt ur OG likes a good dick/
and u must be ill on these street...cuz u keep da hood sick/
imma leave u bruised beat dazed and confused/
dont be amazed at da fact u gone lose.......