leaving yo name at the bottom of the page
is brave stuff, bens, coz yer spouting out rage
hope you can dig this: yer taking some big risks
put down da mic dawg and go home and spin discs
its all yo fuckin good for (apart from being boywhore)
to every dawg dat wanders up and fucks yo ass raw

Yo i dont know why they call you sarg.
cause you couldent catch a cold rhyme if you caught s.a.r.s.
so hello wakeup ur rhymes all alone,
u can cock my dick back and watch it expload,
and envy my rhymes while ur sittin at home,
and the only way you could beat me is if you had a clone.

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Originally Posted by Indeph Lyricalsolja you illy on the sickness tip.

yo homie, u must be shit saying u can be beat
evn wif dat whack homie, u shudnt label ur defeat
u shud treat me wif respect and touch ma feet
i cud beat u if u had a clone and u'll be scared to meet
see u from texas, some bad ass bogan
i wouldnt classify ur rhyme as throwing
or spitting, u'll be dead rather than living
coming against me, u must be kidding
bak down homie, u dun know me
and its a joke u trying to out show me
im spitting like a snake, poisionous and deadly
ur a pussy, like u scared to shoot, homie hold da gun steady
get ready, ur rhymes are so far from SHORE, u cudnt pull into tha JETI
get it? now dun come bak u daym newb
lyriclesolja ma ass, piss off dude....

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middle finger high when i fly by and pass this bitch/
you aint got a bright future and your past is dim/
geezy stretch across tracks like elastic / then/
snap back and slap ya men/ a bunch of bastard fags in tims/
yeah thats your click/ pissin on balls / yeah thats your dick/
the only heat you got im holdin in my hand/
now watch me ash it quick/
whats wrong you not high your hemp empty/
cause i know for sure you aint a fresh mc/
fuck with me you gone be a dead mc/
so go ahead and spit and let them see/
the true bitch in you / youll leave on your back with a doc stitchin you / prepped for sugery/ cut your raps out of rb fresh purgery/

Ok queer, just wait-here and lemme get my emmo
cause that shit was the worst thread in this demo
heres a memo, read it son, I'm a periodic table
now hold your computer, an strangle yaself wit' the cable
because you were GAZin ya self up, now it's OVA
retarded soldier....couldn't win with a 4-leaf clover.

Cannabarz is undefeated, but he ain't battled nobody...
The talent in his merk list, is lookin pretty shoddy.
Comin outta Brooklyn, must be a wannabe of Biggie...
Only ya ain't a damn bit notorious, or smooth like Jay-Z.
More like a J Lo, ya know, she's from New York too...
Cuz I ain't never seen a kid, act a bigger ass and pussy than you.

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

if i send you a message or a letter dont take it peronally but i've seen better.
over 100 battles still all choppy, can't finished a good rhyme its all sloppy(J-lo was his finisher and taht rhyme is overused)

You Suck horribly and need never to post crap like that in here again. Read the rules! Six lines minimum! I am only leaving this post up so that everyone can diss on you!

Would the next two Cats kindly show this herb how it's done on RB! Much appreciated...
~Bounce~

^Haha, Nice Judgement!
-Axe

I'll do this for tha mods, cuz I'm pretty good at merkin...
Only Hot Hitz this kid has, are against tha towel when he's jerkin.
You deserve a played line like J Lo, cuz ya just a plain ole dick...
No flava havin motherfucker, surprised ya names not generic.
A million jackasses just like you, ya nothin new to me...
A dime a dozen? Nah, he's been marked down drastically.

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For my convenience, not yours!

With HOT HITz Catz spits must've burned his Witz/
Like the flames I SIC' reduced ya to charred gritz/
Diss a Vet like B2k, w/softy bar's easily folded like Fresh Clay/
Mold ya whacklines ~N2~ Real rhymes N RB might let ya Stay/
Like J-LO's Ass, your Worth just meet Reduction/
Cuz ya Can't 'Come Hard'... like Male Disfunction/

(still dissing HOT HITZ)

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

We have from L.A, the bouncedoggydog/
nigga just one ugly fuk, we should call him snoop dogg/
nigga swears he hot, its only crap he inflicted/
cuz his atavar for my rhymes, he's born addicted/
when u spit a hot rhyme, dat'll b the day/
it'll b when nobody noes cassius clay/
so just get off RB, wit ur wanksta gimmick/
and go reach the mentally-retarded clinic/


[No hate dawg] LOL

some dawgs really oughta give it a rest
fucks like fiddysen and tools like t-west
trying real hard to rhyme it slick like da Bard
(dat's Shakespeare dawg in case you need a cue-card)
but yer lines come out like my shit in the morning
after big nights out. here's your final warning:
the 'retarded-clinic' will just leave you bored
so get yo ass down to the braindead ward

props

I hate whore's
but i love the bitch that sold ^this pussy here
N i'd just use the grenade in his av, to blow a pussy bare
listen here, you're just an actor N ya scripts dead torn
heads gone
cuz you ain't famous, commin from where Mel's born
you're worn, N u get stripped shit like u were spaghetti
while I salut to seargent, slicin off his head with a machette...

^^^keystyle, i'll try next time prolly, this cypher's weak

nigga, dont explain dat was yur keystyle,
i keystyle everything, u cant beat my style..
yur weak thats y, u gotta defend ya wackness,
i kno my shits ill, u dont gotta pretend ya bastards..
my tactics'll have ya killed 730, by 7:31,
now my words is on the run, cuz dey juss recieved a murder one...

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we Fall down, but we get up, we fall down but we get up
we fall down , but we get up,
for a saint is just a sinner that fell down, then got fucked
^^N that's real, see on him i'm bout ta have a christmas feast
cuz is saint was any gayer, he would be a friggin priest
dawg you've ceased to be a man, and you've ceased ta spit tight
N if you say u ain't a bitch, then Saint you a transvestite
this is light music, causin saint unusual bruisin
^N i can use that for an explanation, to say why saint's losin.....

yo 730 Shut up dawg Ya Structure Is seriously Whack
You Can't Rap, Punch lines Maken Ya Get Scared on Impact
Kill u In 20 Second Flat, as saiNT said u Got Murdered At 7:31
Ya Gonna Die Son, ur Diffenitly Gona Get Shoot By My Gun
wat Tactics Bitch Tell Me If Ya Wanna Battle PM Me Seriously
I Just Beat Ya Style Bitch U Just Got Killed By A Guy Named Uski