Once this MC opens his mouth it is all over
Like a gossipin bitch found-out-about his small soldier
My spit smolders like its on a skillet till I kill it
The ill wit wired ya mouth shut and then I drilled it

man you can't rap you just copying slim shady/
with your four line pieces of crap that would make him go crazy/
if he only knew that you were takin his shit/
he'd rip you a new hole that you stuff with someone's dick/
it is funny though that you have to copy other rappers/
you probably haven't had sex , let a lone tried to open a wrapper/
i bet that you haven't even seen a titty/
man that would suck , that would be pretty shitty/
man why don't you just go bye a hooker/
you should call early though cause you might have problams to book er/
well i'll leave this at this go listen to your cd's/
so you can make another spit to try to make fun of me!

what is ya name?... timawhatchama call it/
some one call Sherlock Homes maybe he can solve it/
wait a sec. pause it... let me reread this bitch..../
naw.... dogg i'll need a dictionary to fuckin figure out this/
even my webster, is tellin me it dont even exist/
if ya mamma named you... nigga i swear i'll smack that bitch/
what is you illiterate? , or is you just retardely ill/
out of ya whole verse i'll say ya name its all thats thats skilled/

dolladimez? ima leave you shittin dude!
you couldnt think of anything more original?

its incredible how im killing you like
your bars are the wood im drillin through!

Remember it?... please nigga you forgot
The person who posts below should feel threatened too!

Its irellavent, ill post again to make you wonder whos dissin who?

yeah you said it right nigga... it was irrelavent/
you aint nobody, you just another fool im battlin against/
simply put, your level of skill of that of hurrendous/
nigga i stopped reading after the 1st fuckin sentence/
your dence as shit, to think you could actually trade punches/
your missin, im slippen all ya unskilled lunges/
honestly rappin i feel that you need to stop/
you think your par level look: "PAR NONE" get it? your not/

!m not? you drip snot when my ryhmes drop
pop rocks spilled in yer pocket n blew your cock off
you robbed spock soft with a stick of chalk and no socks on
measurin your dick with don king in a pink thong
eatin zebra wings on a city block in hong kong
if you're tryin to piece it together you're dead wrong

hey hello mr stupid fucking edub/
your favorite hobby is sittin in the rub a dub tub/
with bert and ernie or some other little fagots/
you probably so poor you munchin on old dirty magots/
but what ever turns your crank man/
even if it's watchin old woman gettin tanned/
the only reason i say this is cause you are on the top/
i really wanted to spit against dolladimez and make him drop/
but there will be a time and place for that type of diss/
kick his ass so hard he'll need a tube to go piss!

timaluned your gay please shut the fuck up//
you couldnt fuck with me with you sisters virgin cunt//
spaggitti spaggitti!//

I aint dolladimez but im next in the line/ add strychinine to ya diet, and watch this sleppin hoe die/ you should be a verbal paraplegic cuz my vernacularz got ya stumped/ i pop punks like trunks or better yet like acne bumbs/ my dope "flow" courses strait thru coke veins like cocaine/ so when dawgs wanna diss im'a start to yankin choke chains/ Take the wind out ya sails when i bring the left hook round/ throw the book down/ i squash beef literally when i put my foot down/ i take rats and pack macks into they grubby cheek pouches/ you werent built for the game like pigs in straw houses/ blow ya ish down/ snatched ya manhood, ya ego, ya whiz/ and if u think this is directed to you..then it probably is/

man who u actin like a big gangsta rapper,
thats a nice role u playin since u just an actor,
dogg u just a wanker, n i just wanna thank-ya,
by makin it so easy to diss-ya,
u big-j so when i come ta L.V it wont be hard ta miss-ya,
who talkin about merkin with hollow tips,
u just frontin with hollow clips,
u from las vegas then rappin fo u must be a gamble,
n u bout to run outta luck quick ta get stuck,
hear them 9s cockin best betta duck,
watch yo head n protect yo vital organs cuse i'm aim fo your heart,
tRiLL gunna fuck up what eva u tryin ta start,
n while i'm unloading these clips,
big j n his homeboys be on top of each otha unloadin they dicks.

yo, your lyrics be obserd
i bet you just a 12 year old cyber nerd
you coundnt give a baby a fucken black eye
i dont wanna diss you to bad or you might runaway and cry
yo you may as well give up now and commit suicide
my rymes destroy your style like cyanide
Yo you even think you can fight
i bet my man five bucks that your mum wont let yo out till half past seven at night
so next time you try to incite a verbal fight
dont even bother to try
just put yo head betwween yo shoulders slit yo wrists and die

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Whats the point of living?

The voices in my head Feat. Rule

Unlikely Alias

More Comming soon!

DISS THE KID ABOVE U CYPHER:

man this site for only real emcees what the hell ru doin here,
i know u got a man u mutha fuckin queer,
tRiLL the main even u just a decoy,
u look like a 40 yr old backstreet boy,
now how u wanna get slain i'll u decide,
fuck suidce nigga now u gotta abide,
by the fact that i'm the realest illest,
nigga i'm still-at-it like nas's sitllmatic still-ill-at-it,
who else so ill-at-it- like illmatic,
treach p u twichin so much u look like a spastic,
streched out like elastic, stunt if ya want n find yoself in a body casket fuckin basterd,
when i spit niggaz know i'm speakin lyrical wisdom,
battlin me son u gunna end up like hiroshima when US dropped the bomb,
man i'm only half serious now just think how roasted u wuld get if i wasnt calm,
slitin wrists?? man u the only fucka who does-that,
cuttin yo own plams i dont think yo man loves-that.


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son that was hype, keep yo flow tight, u got yo game on right
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**>!<tRiLL\[S]/eMcEE>!<**

Lil'nigga tRiLL best chill for I hit'em up ill//
Bitch be fake, thinken he somethen really real//
He's pumpen no skill, While Razh the next Clark Kent//
It's time to repent//
I'm a break his jaw and leave his skull wit a dent//
It's evident the grave will be his resident//
Stampede through his territory loud like a elephant//
My styles is excellent and most high to be elegant//
The flow I'll spray will effect tRiLL like it's peppermint//
I rock like sediment and represent fire mixed with Mercury as my element//
You live tenement, While I'm rich round my way//
I Spit then I spray, Getten tRiLL quickly out my way//
Eatem up good like food in school on my lunch-tray//
Razh on the grind from Monday to Sunday, then back again//
tRiLL?, I'm jap-slappen'em//
Then kill after I'm done attacken'em//
Chips like bricks in da hood, I'm stacken'em//
Gay guys wit they pants down and fa sho tRiLL's fugde packen'em//
He's like a quarterback wit no line so you know I'm sacken'em//
Passen'em, outlasten'em on the track, runnen wit Razh, you ain't fast wit'em//
Razh's rhymes is infinite so how tRiLL gonna last wit'em?

Razh