Natural killa is a fuckin joke, trust this hoax is nothing/
This ho's a gay fanatic, verse always opens somethin/
About homo ideas, so why expose your own habits/
Four aliases on you, won't label you a cold savage/
You stay whining like bitches, let the drama drag-on/
How you coming kill us all, when lacking a backbone/
So don't say you practice against me, all of ya wordplay/
Metaphors more shitty than toilets where turds-lay/
Absurd phrases out ya mouth, the times I form warmings/
You still add em on like it's fun, makin RV more boring/
Flows strike like lee harvey against fruits, snipe ya melon/
The fact I got in superior cypher, why ya might be jealous/
Mad Í burned ya best, left ya penniless wit nothin to bet/
Creatin diaries like anne frank, the whole script was wack/
Claim your flows dope as drugs, & never picked up packs/
Trust that your crusty best, only good for conductin defects/
Postin here two years, still don't have no fuckin respect/
Repeatin to maul and Evan the score, so ya fly Faithfully/
Pick on someone ya own size, ya too lightweight for me/

you a joke to emcees, a fruit basket with more colors then skittles
and i know i aint miss, since the slugs makein your skull jiggel
why you want it with me, like abuse to animinal, im rape'in this VETS
put he's brains on the steps, and feed it to birds that are hungry grown'in in nest
if you think you tuff with a couple of vest, and safe infront of a couple of heads
get serious,
you'll get shitted on like you wanted the mess, with ya intestin on ya hair like you wanted some dreeds
to many slept on battles with so many complaints of dick ryders voting
im surprize you still apporuchin, cuz like bannd bitters, i'll put an end to your posting
the click-clap, rittit-tack, ya fitted cap..back,
now your brains sagg'in, like grandmoms tits when you sits on her lap
give it a nap, matter of fact ya best looks like you give'in a crap
cuz with all this shit drop'in, you'll think your guarden need it a snack

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!

Approach me waving scripts, know my foes be hating
But rexless the main profile, seen as mostly fakest
Demoted from supremacy to a hasbeen free agent
Slap this tame bitch, he backspin on the pavement
In front of his kids disrespectful, they his test-tubes
Wanna suggest proof? For your life, it's no rescues
Blew devils for his info, might as well confess duke
At best you strangled, nearby stalls at restrooms
Bad thing is, I get anorexic crackwhores, to kill you
Family's thrilled too, wondering if your will's truth
I show direction to the lost & feeble, really all we know/
I'll jack-son's girl, sex her size more than millie on coke/
Feelin a joke, emerged out of his entire diss at me/
My weakest flow dogs em, like boxers piss on trees/
Consistently talks as if he's teflon don like john gotti/
Rex'll rather play with petunias than harm bodies/
Connect so deep, even wit remotes, ya can't channel/
Spray paint your newborn's face, this grand vandal/
Spoils the image of fake G's greatly, now his faith be/
Escorted to highways of heaven, violating late fees/
His verses clearly understood like the blackest of collars/
Less should pay up dollars, for that wack shit he honors/

First don't bother writing lines cuz there not clever
If you battled me dog you'd duck and surender
Man Ya rhymes are played you dumb fuck
Your about as slow as a moving dump truck
think your hard but your a skinny little weed
all u gotta do is read this to make you bleed
Fuck it i'd rather stick blades into your skin
You might aswell die bitch cuz u don't know anything
when you was born they must'a dropped ya on ur head
You came 2 this earth like a dirty infection that spread
this guy smells queer so i don't know why he's here
but this guy should listen 2 something else like britney spears
I'll take ur eyes out to fuck up ur complexion
go suck on the Q's nuts 2 give u an errection
mother fucker You ain't going no where im'a make sure of it
cuz my rhymes blast ya away like a rocket

You can't stop it o yea

i see alot of emcees goin downhill, they on the fast track
your rhymes about as tight as an anal hooker ass crack
i attak fakers n stay cold like the winters
only paper u stack is gettin sold at the printers
ya not splittin jaws your a fukin misfit
i can throw a weak punch n knock u out with a mishit
i'm sick of people rap habits, they don't get shit like elmer fudd try and catch that buggs rabit,
i've had it ya faggit, someone "Warn a Brotha"
with ya tiny toon rhymes, didnt think your be DRAWin gay lovers
this niggas a lil bitch..go home and tell ur mother
b4 u ever try to diss me...develop a fuckin structure
punk bastard i'll pull 2 clip..have kid all sprayed
kid get wit the program all of your punches is played
rookies need to back up..especially if you want it me
i wont even work my self up cuz you already on your knees
This kid is only twelve, yet claims to be cool with gangs
If it ever 'came' down to it, you'd be shooting blanks
I'm used to fakes, rapping hard like they know the streets
my skills reality, you just brought home a-cypher-kit for your skills to peak
Joke with me? Something not taken lightly and requires second opinions
My rhymes keep you second guessing yourself like messed up Indians
Gun cocked right between ya eyes my hand never slip,
I'll walk across ya corpse wearing moccasin from your skin,
i'm ruthless don't give a fuck, nor do i care,
next time you fuck around i'll scalp your family bare
Stick to growin corn your style is worn.
Like some faided jeens that got torn.
Scrub those knees in the dirt before you claim doin work.
You prolly a soft ass circle K store clerk.
I'll leave your so called thick blood sprayin out ya head.
Cranium trama from the tephlon lead.
Multiple gun shot's spread from the shotgun leave you dead.
If my word's could kill.Ide lyrically form steal.
surgicaly peal your cap back, you feel?
you aint no fuckin MC let's keep it real!
how fucking hard are you? biteing other peoples lyrics? you're fucking pathetic...
you should hang yourself over ya pre-writtens, having you i bet ya parents regret it
Like I'm chinese, I feed off ya back, squeeze up ya raps
Ya see that i'm bad, I need to be entrigued to give daps
Just get a pound and that's that, I"m talkin 20 to the knee
Bitin's getting dragged on when you enter like bruise lee
So excuse me, I didn't mean to rip you cuz
You a roach in this net thing,so I'm workin out the bugs...

* working on the computer bug AHH DANM IT i cant fix it
fuck it lets get back to it, time to kill these bugs for-good*

all you bitches sit down, and take time for a breather
you wouldn't know ill shit, if it gave you hives and diarhea
you're type to walk through jungles when your boys are out
all get shot in the groin with darts and you offer to suck the poison out
know my rhymes and history, I got blisters when my fingers used to be
from schooling emcees, instantly giving out PHD's in misery
earned your certificate yet? What you want in..pain or death?
I eat virgin emcee flesh until just the stem of a brain is left


these bugs have been offically KILLED

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!

yo talkin shit about anal hookers... ud know cuz you is one...
this shit your talkin is out ya ass... mines more than true wisdom...
you aint got punches nigga all you do is try to slap at niggas...
me i dont need punches gotta bullet to quick blast a trigga...
crack a faggots dome quick i wont quit fuck it make a remix...
go and make ziggy some cash... pimp ya out... take the three dicks...
dont make my money... hoe you gonna be bleedin in the river...
cuz i need to get away... get it done so i can be leavin' in the winter...

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proud owner of a 47 inch cock

-[p-S-a]-
2003-2009

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Originally Posted by Kings concidering that i've got compliments from girls off of rv from that pic makes me wonder where your pictures are.....

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Originally Posted by .Diabolic. Oh and lk I got a serious question 2 ask u baby from me 2u. Will u marry me and be my wife, and the mother of my kids and all?

ha you think 8 lines is enough fine i'll show you what i think is enough for you


I read your rhyme and tried to get it and I find it quite pathetic
you're a sweet emcee with backward ethics, and I'm a diabetic
I think it's time to find a medic for you atrocious flow
the arms I hold are known to explode like swollen lymph nodes

nigga what i said is that niggaz a hoe... kinda like you...
fraudulant as a bad check... bouncin... no one like you...
i dont even gotta try man... you wacker than sinner...
ill burn your ass... throw on some pepper... and snack ya at dinner...
always up for new challenges... thats why your suckin a dick...
oh fuck zig zag caught me hatin... now your duckin out quick...
and im just fuckin around... your moms all on my balls right now man...
dont get mad at me... its good head... i prolly wont get to like, respond man...
fraud... finger rapin ass up dudes... whoa lets not go there...
youre the type to hit the gay bar... and watch a cock show there...
fuck rap... id rather listen to country... at least garth brooks aint in the closet...
cuz most of your crew is... and when you flirt wit 'em they like 'gosh fraud stop it'...
and you all on webcam like oh dude those jeans dont make you look fat...
hmmm i think your getting the point... aren't ya? good fag...
cuz its just super the way i smash these cock suckin gay nymphos...
fuck rappin i should throw you away... out something... say, windows?

fuck this.

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proud owner of a 47 inch cock

-[p-S-a]-
2003-2009

Quote:

Originally Posted by Kings concidering that i've got compliments from girls off of rv from that pic makes me wonder where your pictures are.....

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Originally Posted by .Diabolic. Oh and lk I got a serious question 2 ask u baby from me 2u. Will u marry me and be my wife, and the mother of my kids and all?

This bitch on crack we can tell he is a pot smoker.
You'll be zig-zaging downhill like stock brokers.
No need for disses, I aint a pussy like Jack the Ripper.
This bitch is losing the Heat like they lost to the Clippers.
Ya Open mic is wack I don't even need dope to get high.
And crack is only way he can reach the sky (in his mind).

^
shit that was rusty

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Guess who?...

...Paramik Fuckin'...

...Owns You!

i got so much heat, the solon people thought i was fixing your wig
dont need to be BIG, but i'll beat you with each weapon in your sig
cant handel the kid, im to much bitches, they say go in half-way
thought you was straight with rhymes, but your drops are half-gay
i aint hateing of course you got more props then me
who wouldnt, with over 4,000 post, but i get down like level of the sea
cant controll my action, my skills like a skitso
spit out flames like my lips is lit-thou, you small to me like my pocket lent-so
didnt think i was gonna flip-yo?, easy!, and fix up your rusty style,
cuz when i say i put ya seed in the dirt, i dont mean you got a dirty child

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!

Get ready nigga, cuz the Duke is bout to rip ya/
Oh, you didnt know, that shit is written in the Scriptures//
Picture, this nigga beefin me and comin out the victor/
The closets what he come out of go ask his lil sister//
Faggot ass nigga givin a new definition to tongue twister/
Suckin so much dick even his toncils got blisters//


Dont hate dawg. Im just clownin.

Zig Zag is a fag, i put u in a body bag, your not good
when i say ur wack I would say that a thousand times if i could
You talking out ur crack like your a horrible image
when are you gonna learn the fact that ur finally finished
Your a whore out of busness rapverse is better without you
Your contantly crying bitch cuz every muther fucker here doubts you
you don't know how to diss I don't think your trying
I will be smiling as soon as I find out your dieing
say sinner a hundred times but sinner murders u wid lines
Sinner don't give a fuck about your clueless stupid rhymes
Your to corny stick to reading ya porn thats all you get
the only time ur happy is when ur getting urself off on the internet

yo technique why you want to make beef over the net
duke would put you in check,so zig zag was next
you got da technique so what are you teaching
ya rhymes like ya avatar always repeating
so stop leeching,like one of them blood suckers
dumb fucker, stop using yo dick to suck out white blood cells
ya turning pale,guess ya so called technique aint doing well
there go ya intrails,you sucking on that shit like its a straw
like this the "light weight" championship but this aint raw
so will you please please draw,up a new technique
cause ya not packin heat .shoes full of skeet skeet.still hittin the street.

dont get last line pm me

I know its kinda hard when kids rap and refrain from lies //
But how could u battle rap, when u keep explaining your lines //
I seen it in a couple threads and wondered bout your stat-quo //
But then I took a look at your rec, and saw u were 1-5 in battles //
This asshole calls him self legend?.. hol up wait-man //
Well I guess you're only win was your biggest cele-bration //
And thats your only story that's been pass down on this station //
Well now you can go and make you're comeback, along with your explanation //

HAHA i had to get u for that homez