You must dont know who you facin/
Cause ya mutha-fuckin time you wastin/
Nah, you aint talkin bout me, I must be mistaken//
Comin wit trash like that, I take out the garbage-quick/
Bitch you sorry as ya daddy, make me wanna release my cartidge-clip//
get off the net and get ya pen and pad, cause comin wit shit like that, you eave here sad./

Straight Ace and Melman...
A couple of girls I once fucked...
Cold came in Mel's eye...
But Straight Ace straight up ducked.
So Mel's bustin the braille...
Can't see for shit now...
I can put knots on his head...and tell him it's hail.
Straight Ace just ran, to cry in tha shower...
Pulled an Ace Ventura...
And was chewing gum for hours.
Ashamed of what he'd done, gettin raped like that...
But you know he secretly liked it...
He's sendin me PM's back ta back!
Is that 6 lines...this styles got me confused...
Alot like those back talkin bitches...
Cuz I left they're brain's contused!

Weak...but whatever...
Havin fun.

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Man dont even step in a cypher with that weak shit,
talkin shit to me could get ya wig split;
An I dont wanna have to do that to u son, but I will,
then I'ma make u change ur name to," I got Killed"
U tryin to diss "Straight Gay", an Mail Man too,
both these niggaz gay, they remind me of you;

srry its so short but i only have time for a quick one

Your cool at least you meet the line requirments unlike so many others...
~Bounce~

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Zach

If u can't respect that, ur whole perspective is wack. - Jay-Z

Zach da Ripper..Last person I saw...

Rippen your approach step to the Chemist and Catch stressed Throat..
Leave you in slave behind your keys..So you can't Keystyle Frees..
Zach from Save by the Bell gets ripped by the true Jack from my Scripts..
Raping your tongue for not thinking before you spit..
Put my knuckles to ya eyes..So u can see the crack between my fist and feel the True Punchlines..

Blah lol..

some 1 please tell this chemist to concoct some vocab/
pour acid on this scientist and stab his ass in his lab/
this mutha fuckin chemist has the mind of a rat/
amazed in this maze of cheezy page combat/
he neglected to analyze the data of his verse/
his record 2-3...dam that musta hurt!

fuck a ghetto poet, dawg i gotta diss ya again?..
N he keeps battlin in the Cypher, tryna get himself a win
dawg u stupid if u thinkin, that u iller than most
cuz the hardest rap u ever dropped, was strugglin with ya post
fuck it i'ma roast you, leave ya covered in scars
N use ya life line, just to meet the criteria........six bars...

Dawg you lame you need to work on yo rhymes
Wtf?? is 7:30 is that yah bettime
Dawg you fucking lame go to the wackness center
nah go to the shelter they might give yo broke ass some dinner
When I read yo shit all I can do is sigh
cuz you talking all tha shit and everything you say is a lie
You aint a gangsta beleive me you dont want this drama
you's a wanksta and 730 is how many times I fucked yah mama

u beatin bout bein "lame" when u spittin rudimentry/
have to spell simple since u spittin from elementary/
Think before you type before you continue to wast my time/
your skills measured by the way you thought dinner and centre actually rhyme/
you suckin the whole cypher down and your flow empty without basis/
you in a cyclone vacuum not hearin ya self stink locked in ever lasting stasis/

Again a newb..trying to prove?.... what in a cypher..
..Im skilled..
But not even I, can fix ur shit up not even McGyver..
Droppin' wack lines..that are sophisticated..uhm no..
I lied in that line^..
So lets state the truth now, your record is.. 'O..O'
Kid's actin silly..Illusions in his head make him proceed..
But his shit is crooked,Worse then a english man's teeth..
So im bout to hit submit N put Level back a grade.....&
He wont know what hit him....kinda like his prom date..

Undefeated Ace, picking on herbs again, that's crooked...
So I guess that disclaims ya name, either that or ya stupid.
Probably tha latter, cuz ya ain't even phatter, than Ethiopians...
That's got his flow going real slow, through his fallopians.
Tubes! Like most newbs, Ace is a bitch at heart, no doubt...
No balls, though he seeks em out, every time he opens his mouth.

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Appreciate the vote in my battle..really i do..
Cud've polled all 5 votes & i still wudnt skip u..
I dont neglect the weak..regardless their posts..
...You're a vet? well in Front Lines at most....
Bitch at heart? bitch be smart..Im pickin on herbs?
Thats true..so ill pick on u to..by writin these words..
Give this guy a break..ill slap u into retirement..
My star shines more bright then gay attirement..
So with this last bar..ill leave u done for & owned..
...Kid is a retard..i guess when he was little
...................his hobby had to be bein tombstoned..

(I know you're a big fan of wrestlin & shit..this all jokes)

I see you've paid attention, followed what I like...
So do me one more favor, and please take a hike.
On ya bike, hit the trail and never ever come back...
Cuz...er...I'll keep that, and simply label you a hack.
Ya no PC whiz, gigabyte talk confuses this low card...
Can't rap either, takes Viagra then claims ta come hard.

Last line was played, but so what!

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Born To Kill?..There Was An Abortion..You Werent Even Born At All
Face It.. Ya Flows Like Kids Driving Sticks... Its Just Bound To Stall
Damn Beaten By Eighty Wack Heads... Shit.. That Gots To Be A Shame
On Tha Other Hand.. Most Of Your Wins Came From Herbs That Were Lame
Fuck Around End Up Like Ya AV.. With A Spear Through Ya Skull
Food...Just Ate You.. Having Seconds.. Cuz I Ain't Remotely Full

^^ Just Trying These Cyphers Out... No Beef...

I know what real beef is, you don't need ta comfort me...
But you see the worst case scenario, since ya name is Kaos Theory.
Ironic then, that you didn't see ya own whack verse comin...
Shoulda called a pet psychic, cuz I'm a have this bitch hummin.
From knocked out fangs, canines and molars too, missing...
So ya never rhyme again, but'll win awards at dick kissing.

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