New breed is either wack... or just plain horrible//
Nise be adorable, can't no punk fuck wit his skills//
Make this new breed jump when I pop my steel//
Nise put the 'Hot' in 'Hotwheels'... just to have you 'chill'//
This bitch better call me 'Bullet' cause I was 'made to kill'//
It's like you stay sitten the bench never playen the field...

..Nise..

damn bitch, you duckin' me
i think i know just what rb need
a lesson performed by doctor me, md
nise on the table in the observatory
vivisection in process to reveal a real treat
the cause of wannabe's choke artistry
bring somein' back to me b, bring me b
bring me a b and some attle n.i.s.e
nobody is sittin' through ya eulogy

manifest cant even speak english is that leet in your name,
that shits week, lame, and upsets us white people,
when a uncle tom like you, bumbs into a joint and spit out just spew
look at you, you think your "ballin", no "ice" on your wrist or rims on you wheels,
stop crying, the twist of the mix is, lil' kim in high heels has more testosterone than you my friend,
dont get fired up, ive got you wired up, look you even lied to us,
a wolf in sheeps clothing, holding your queer status concealed,
you cant appeal to this cypher, when im done with you youll cry for your mommy

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same person new tactics, and above all more violent

my doctor says i have anger issues, i told him to watch out i have a gun...

I dont know how to even respond to that shit,
More like grit, but without the sharp edges,
This dude should be shearing hedges,
Sorry, no, painting ledges...
Give this fuck a chain saw and expect brain saw,
Watch as his own head fall's to the floor...
Decapitated, shit, his lines are over rated -
naught out of ten and still his head's inflated,
Bet the last bitch you dated is jaded,
Caught in the crap you created,
I didnt understand a single line you spat,
Guess thats why I thought that shit was crap,
Dude give it up, at least you tried,
Face the facts, you cant rap and it cant be denied,
And check this shit
Sayin that dude lied, well then, your a hypocrit,
I didnt see no fuck run to his mommy,
But, I heard that when you came out'a ur moma's tummy,
The nurse laughed, cus they thought it was funny,
A little boy, born with no penis,
Screamin "here doc, you gotta see this!"
So go back, grow a dick, get a foreskin...
Hurry back home, I hear your boyfriends callin...

your little kim line got a grin outta me
in all honesty truth be told kid that's what the truth be
but i gotta a bigger grin with albi's line about the tragedy
surrounding the lack of your pee-pee, ...sorry c
but your one line got stuck in a big fuckin' heap
of shit that wasn't worth spitten just to give body
to fit that one line into shit you tried to say against me
can't rhyme for shit bitch pussy-cat got ya tounge maybe
get that tounge out ya mom, focus, maybe next time ya graze me

-yo foreal who told u got skills/ u need to quit rap stick to popin pills/ u a get shot and kill/ my flows got u scared shiverin wit chills/ i dont know ya name but ill show u some love/ by cockin back da hamma and feedin u slugs/ u fake boy boy so dont runup/ cuz its two gun ups thatll easily get u done up/ u faget um out this nigga babish

manifest your one to talk..heard your had some gay tendencies/
like that pink focus you drive and why your always down on bended knees/
your pops tried to turn you boys into men but he turn you to fags/
soon as you brought home your first boyfriend he told you to pack your bags/
dont blame it on society its all your fault/
cause thats sugar in your tank you confused it for salt/
but thats not your only bad habit/
your alittle more than a faggot/
this is my oppurtunity to expose you and believe me ima grab it/
ok...your a gangsta you can take three to the head/
but you go home go to sleep and then you pee in the bed/
what kinda shit is that homie, your almost thirty/
theirs no reason you should make your boxers and bedsheets dirty/
grow up homie get a diaper or something/
and im not making this up to get known in this cypher or nothing/
cause its true you know just as well as i do/
so guy buy a bag diapers matter of fact its on sale so buy two

my bad manifest i meant caution

who the fuck is this bitch branson
calls me a fag but his bitch ass is the one prancin'
must not know his sorry ass skills
were the victim of a purse snatchin'
once heard theif gave'em back
without a request for a ransom
mutha fucka so goddamn far from handsome
you'd be doin yourself a favor to swallow a handgun
let that fuckin' thing go before you blow
and look for beef your sorry ass can't even handle spam son

oh no this clown again... you mad i let out your secret/
its over for your so dont cry and your apologies....keep it/
i said you pissed in the bed but thats just the beginning/
you shoulda stopped when you had the chance...cause this is a battle you wont be winning/
people pay attention ima show something bout manifest/
he scared to go to the beach cause they call him..a man with breast/
lactatin ass nigga going through pms/
your a little girl its that time of the month for r kelly to pee on your chest/
so keep your thoughts to your self if you dont like me... SO WHAT/
but if this battle was to escalate i bet you wouldnt show up/
cause you know greatness when you see it and mirrors dissappoint you/
me and my crew aint goin nowhere so fear us is what your gonna do/
so get in line with all the other haters... try out for a crew/
cause the only thing stoppin your success homie is you

A'ight, lemme get in, part the way, hurry hurry...
Slice Branson into little pieces, bury him in the four corners of Missouri,
The battles judged by MY peers, cuz yours can't even SPELL jury,
Speaking of mirrors and fears, you're trembling from my reflected fury,
Surely, you must be joking, or it's that weak ass schwag you've been smoking,
Swimming takes skill which is why you're just barely floating,
You're looking for props, I see you praying and hoping,
But no props for you here cuz you said nothing worth quoting,
In fact, take some advice, stop rhyming and get away,
Son you could only beat me if we rhymed on Opposite Day...

E

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...Mister E...

I don't need to talk shit about how I'm sick n' I'm the man/I'll just sit back and let the votes show how dope I am

...Bomb The Suburbs...Better Than Sex...BreathTaking Style...Breaking Through Stereotypes...Body, Thought & Soul...

MisterE v. Guyver4MK

Branson got a crew like Hanson
A never was without the luxory
of at least bein' a has been
with 15 minutes of fame lived out
15 minutes less than Marylin Manson's
Hard time keystylin'
cause he's got his hands in his pants and
pinky finger stuck in his asshole doin its own dancin'
and can't think of spit worth spitten
when he does that pea-brain starts crampin'
Maybe mama shoulda put that bottle down
Fetal alcohol syndrome is nothin' to get ya laughin'
Sorry bitch but even in the special olympics
you couldn't contend to become a champion

Manif3st how can you have this game tight?
When you're a dumb ass 'n' cant spell ya name right
I think i'm correct but tell me if i'm wrong
This kids disses look more like love songs

what the fuck?//
4 lines?, thats it?, dont tell me your stuck for words//
your names authentik, you barely managed a verse//
you aint gettn nowhere with that wack//
those thongs on your avi would suit your ass crack//
black jack's gonna kill your ass wid ace of spades//
jack black's gonna thrill kill wid his belly dance parades//

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