K-Nine that was funny you think you're the shit, and then you make a fool of yaself n come out with ^this^/
You must be takin tha piss, that wasn't a diss it's a fuckin state like a pyscho doin' his wrists//
You n Untitled should do circuis tricks, professinal clowns, yeah i dont like either of you but don't frown/
You gettin relagated, damn straight goin down, that was a diss here's a pen go n write it down//
So next times you make rap look like a crime you'd get cought so you could do some time/
This is me I'm over goodbye K-Nine/ I've just educated you on how to spit 6 lines//

k-nine has a greater meanin
grade 10 is where brains beat'em
education like it was 1912
got through junior high and fell
dropped out as a freshmen
read his shit man and you can tell
sorry man, i ain't more harder
and i ain't the mostest bader
or the more smartester
say what you will but i don't give the biggester fucker
dumb ass, and authentik is authentikly
bitten the shit put down by me
circus tricks, who already cracked that joke b
tell ya whats funny is when i put that lipstick
i got it rubbin lips wit ya mom
dropped the bitch ten bucks for the fuck
so she go out and buy some rock

this dude is a sig maker
but he cant rap he's a faker
look ya cant mess wit the best
you a man dawg why the hell ya wearin a dress
you cant think of a come back u aint gt the power
i bet ya like pink and nice smelly flowers

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DISTURBING THA PE@CE

six lines you gotta come better then that/
cause out here these dudes'll pull out the gat/
and when the metal clap/
it'll make your hairline sit back/
like my 350 when i step on the gas/
we treat your girl like a blunt she get blazed and pass/
i get paged in class from your mom wanted the pipe tonight/
and you mad cause im in your crib telling your brother its right to fight/
and we might tonight if you dont watch what you say to me/
and if you dont like my lyrics so what just play the beat

you disturbin MY peace nigga //
a duel you want?, il be da first to pull the trigga//
i'll pop one right between your eyes//
yeah 'pink' is for pussy, you like fuckin guys//
i bet this wreck took 1hr to write 6 lines//
rhyms comes from minds, yours just annoyin like door chimes//
'rb' dont allow rookies, its a fuckin crime//
fuck this, your too easy, finds some punchlines for you to borrow//
your minds hollow, dude i'd even get your 'mom's seven digits for a dollar tomorrow'//


note: last quote is from the 8 mile movie. just so you know. gotta giv credit to the rightfull owner.lol

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Haha, look at this cat, acting like he deserves fame/
Your untitled because your not good enough for a name/
Talking about rookies, well looked who walked in/
I'll push my gat right through you like a piercing pin/
Don't put your mouth at where your money ain't playa/
You'll be on ya nees in a chapel saying ya prayers/
What you need to do is take your fuckin' time/
And stop commin' at us with those 8-mile rhymes/

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"For Those Who Don't Know"

biatch needs to get his specs examined//
your a faulty letter that needs restampin//
rookies you say, your rhyms tell me all//
im surprised you got 4 wins in your pocket, i thought you'd lost all//
im untitled cuz i dont need name for fame//
wtf does your name mean?, did you typo before you enterd this game//
its shameful that your name is just random alphabets//
you must be desperate like one o those suffragettes//
at least they have pride in what their doin//
your pollutin this forum with your wack writtens//
i bet your a pc geek tryin to be a hard muthafucker//
after wipin those specs o yours, your just another choker//

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This nigga try to rhyme, he ain't even got a name//
Lil WHite Bitches be fuckin up the rapgame!//
Only one white rapper and his shit on top//
why, cuz white mothafuckas scared his album will flop//
I don't know who you are but you got a nice flow//
Who knows nigga in 10 years You'll be doin a show//

i never hold back..lilkdogg u should know that//
cuz u better than me ? i couldnt picture that wit a kodak//
ya not realisin son its easy for me to speak and hurt you//
this nigga go in chats and type in pink and purple//
dont worry i usually dont shit on lames yo//
cause ya game is so-so..still rappin wit the same flow//

flow intelligent, i took your word for it//
didnt know the flow on your rhyms were so shit//
why da fuck do you think your great//
your straight, but you march on the gay parade//
you took took the picture but there was nuthin on it//
your an ugly muthafucka, the cracked lens proves it//
next time you diss someone dont forget to say 'cheeese'//
i'm picture perfect, get da fuck down on your knees//

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you on your knees fuck it i shit on your needs
gaping mouth beggin please nose on these n u t's
fuck a text kid, i smack this bitch with my cock n shit
have him lyin there cryin to his mom n bitch

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dren a.k.a. dren rapes u

hahah

this 'bitch above' has 'stiched his heart' cause he bleeds more then periods
u 'hitch yah cum' u suk like a 'leech on drugs' but yah sex drive is ridiculous
ill 'slash yah wrists' and 'smash yah fists' when i stick it up yah ass
u 'mash yah clit' while i 'stash my dik' i yah mom throat buy the mass
yah 'hopless flow' is for 'dopeless hoes' that cant read or write
u 'flawless blow' is for 'whore-less moans' that yah sister never gave u for a FIGHT

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killing fake emcees like a Isolated~Orphan/
u think u have skills step to me so i can Dislocate~ur~Organs//

tolerant level lookin for tolerance
spitten shit that ain't worth two fuckin cents
act now and maybe you can repent
but christ himself'd dump you just to watch the consequence
you can think you bad all you want bitch
but there's a reason you live where people get ditched
big fuckin island big fuckin outback
here's the part where you get bitch slapped
little wannabe, thinks he can rap
like one of his islands part time inhabitants
what i say, figure it out, you can't
spell it out 'fore you bust a vein and shit ya pants
you a tourist, simple as that
1-3 would confirm that
'blow' and 'hoes' and hear those 'moans'
if relate these words, it means like it in the ass

I can picture manifest in a dress cause he be spitten lady like..
'smash' all his 'potatoes' cause i'm that smooth 'gravy' type..
Don't wanna war, wanna run away, don't want no gun play..
So I suggest you start to flee, before I spray..
Count to 3 then you dead today..
Think you gainin' ground but you ain't even covered mid-way..
The docks is watched by hawks on digital clocks, all day..
I'm hot like them sun rays, see my buddy's red-beam then clips mold ya body like red- clay..
You like 'Daniel Son' and I'm ya 'Sensie', Mr. Meyogie..
Skills is camoflauged so theres no way you goin' spot me..
This bitch can't even see my rhymes let alone watch me..
Nise got more bling than steel blades on ice playen hockey..
'Moshpits' is how you 'rock' B..
Manifest on my 'dick' for 'sport' thas why I call'em a 'Jockey'..
Leave his face looken like the 10th round of Rocky

I'm ..Nise..

enough about Paris Hilton, keep you're family problems at home/
you're rappin' aint fillin', however, I'M hungry for more/
no one can step to me, not Dragon or Hazard/
i am one of a kind, a lyrical find, lined up to wind up the hoes whose aligned/
you are a Hazard though, i'm trippin' over you're rhymes/
That's cos they're all over the place, not even in time/
I am lost in you're rhyme's, what goes here, what fits there/
i don't even need a rhyme, i'l turn you to stone with my stare/
my glare will destroy you, you better quit bitchin'/
you're itchin' too be matchin' ma flows filled with passion/
in the end you'll click on you're just out of fashion...