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HARRY R.I.P
1940 - 2002

In Respect

What The Hell LM, You Think You Can Diss Peeps...|
Ima Leave You Like A Hospital Heart Rate Machine *BEEP*...||
I'll Kill Your Ass In An iNStANt And Won't Even Try...|*
Watchin' Channel '49', Dissin You While I Watch Family Guy...||** and ***
Ima Look In A Mirror, But I Actually Know Who I Am...|****
I'm From U.S., And You Live In The Promised Land...||*****
Cause Ima Bout To Show You A Turnin Point...|******
This Is It, Im Finish Dissin LM, I've Already Poped His Joints...||

* - check sig...
** - add his battle records =49...
*** - family guy is on cartoon network which is channel 49 here...
**** - check sig...
***** - check location...
****** - check sig...

what the fuck is with the structure, you take it too serious,
reading you 6 lines an explanations, levaes you delirious,
this kid cant even sum up, not evan realized his wack yet,
look at his custom title..................
.........................directed towards hiself thats disrespect
the only time you drop dope, is when your pot rocks fall out,
he got wins, i give him a loss, to shut his fuckin mouth!!

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You smell liek bitch ass sausages.. and smell liek them too..
look at you.. ur obssesed with honey. ya fuckin winnie the pooh..
what you have heard is true i liek to eat peoples poo.
you from the UK they suck..
i raped ur mom for a buck.. drive a truck...
ur Avy is Calvin and hobbes.. grow up son
get a gun... and run... HOW FUN...

i rep the uk aswell... so ya got no leg stand on
both beat your skillz with 1 punch... neither of them a hard one
so crawl back under ya rock... do us all a favour
cos tryna punch playing cartoons... is like an ewok against vader
shit, i made a reference... im contradicting my flack
after that verse ya dropped its true... Afi_kills_rap
...well if ya can call that pitance that!

sorry man i don't rep the UK, i'm a peacekeepin canadian,
usually that is but today i'ma be invadin....
your verse up top... it was an aight drop, till it got to the star wars shit,
then it started to flop, but if ya got a minute i can give you a lesson,
just read this a few times it'll be a true blessin.
the effort goin into this is minimum...not much at all,
but i'm still on top da pedistol and man i ain't gonna fall.

canada is cool, but then they had you//
ay, how u doin, by the way, the "maple" is gay//
but really, u just give it that rep thas been-bad//
that u cant "leaf" the board alone like crabs//
STD can u-c-me, nah ur 2 blind//
u cant c that ur a nerd neva on da grind//

wuteva

Come on homie i know mute cats that spit bars harder then yours,
You be suckin the mic so much its leavin your mouth wit cold saws,
rappin wit shit in your draws, your dudu, fuckin soft like tofu,
I'll show you how to do this son, jack you for all your funds,
dont give a fuck if your only stackin ones,
dont need no gun cuz your sweet like a cinnabon,
rippin you just aint no fun, i do it cuz i was provoked,
like a fat rolled blunt you jus got smoked!!

Deeni, Rhymes plan lame ta' see
Merrily makin mockin’s of you’re misery
Da' blunt provoked smoke, ya words choked.
Free flowing about fecal matt'a, man shuddup.
Decrepit rhymes!,I outa make ya Brain splatt'a
Cleftaphiliac...Youre atraccted to a mere crack?

sorry i had to deal this fate, i herd of "anger management" but weilded rage?/
i'll step out the cypha, but not even with weathermen-wuld they be feelin cage/
that's the steel cage we battle in, like wrestlers did it before/
but that's why i'm just dissin u, a loss? i didn't wanna stretch ya score/
if u define illness, then david spade must have muscles/
trust ya dun't wanna tussle, cuz i don't fuck round-and culd still run and shuffle/
culd bust a flow, again and again, where are you from?
ya lyrics like people on planet earth-i'm sick of the scum/

this fool is gay he works at GAP for a livin \
but his words is whack and it seems his mind is missing \
shit, the simple fact that he's rappin is a catastrophe \
i'd bet odds this cat never won his school's spelling bee.. \
talkin bout david spade, man you joe dirt, you so soft \
we should throw people like him in a camp and start a Whackness Holocaust \

whats this with newbies... signing, thinkin the're what their not
with the played lines... like a hedrix encore at woodstock
cos ya skills stop at elementary... like ya hit the red light
instead of changing to green... its shorted out and stuck for life
so Sol-lok, go fuck off... piss off back to sacramento
cos ya skiilz that bad... on a gauge it, would be way below zero

Talkin bout played lines, your rhymes are played out,
like razors in the mouth, you couldn't cut it,
parents must be regretin havin a kid, cuz look what there stuck wit,
stick to havin your tea and crumpets, and bein a puppet,
cuz that aint you, your parents raised you better then that,
they told you the consequences if you try to rap,
that niggas like me will eat you for a snack,
spit you out, show you what battlins all about....

...Who? Deeni...you aint magical so stop with the lies-and-fronts...
i'll slice your intestines, grind them, then shove 'um inside-my-blunts/
i heard you ride-on-nuts, no wonder this herbs-raw...
claim your an alcoholic cuz you poundin SMIRNOFFS!/
2 barz just killed you, so let me proceed with your casket...
while tossin my eggs in your mouth like an easter basket/
little faggot, your a rookie tryin to diss on a veteran...
i'll hit you so hard you'll leak marrow from your skeleton/
so think about what your doing, cuz your rhymes aint lovely...
this is the first time i've ever had a faggot above me!/