Used my dictionary line, and had to edit his post
And i dont want you to poke me faggot, it was a quote
Stupid motherfuckersl ike you shouldn't even dare to try,
you stink up the forum like a year old pot pie,
I'm high as the sky after buryin you in the ground,
Making homosexual inuendo's , you're skills never been found
probably cuz it don't exist while mine burns like hot knives,
The chances of you beatin this is as if Elvis was still alive

Requiem? Sound like summin on the other side of da Equal'ibruim-
Ya see um?....I dont....Dis dope Talkin Copyrights when the lines a joke-
Like him an Webster Eloped.....Shit wit Barz that Light' He aint eva Bendin ova fo' soap-
Nope......
Tear dis Parradox's Spine wit Fishin Twine'wit Hooks On-Line-
Get the Sign? U cant Ryhme-I rip Ya Dna of all Obtuse Enzymes-
Still Lines Flattered wit Fateouse Tissue of Hiteouse Forms'-
I leave dis Bitch De-formed'His life was nothin-no need ta mourn-

yo CARSON be like George and Jetson/b4 I have you like that character under fly weight, runnin, 4 protection/I will kill u and then next 1/I'm giving your girl some TLC(the long cock)cause my sex is a wep pon/I'ma show you how the west won/its with COCO BROVAS packin SMIFF AND WESSON/and the winners will be the less one/so that makes me like BRUCE WILLIS "THE LAST MAN STANDING"/cause, I be NICK CANNON/my hollos are like the sun, burnin your ass like if, you were tanning/you girl calls me GEORGE MICHAEL because, of the way, that I be WHAMMIN(WHAM)/I never liked you GUY so, my 9 want be TEDDY JAMMIN/when I run up on you and take your CAR SON/and make you Jet 2k4 mile per hour to your pa son/while, I'm hittin up your ma son, who loves me long ting/the way she gives brain, makes my hair stand up like DON KING/me love de way hu do hu dom ting/tossin me salad, keepin me laughin

I don't know whether to smack Black...Or hit'em wit my fist
Either way when I do, I'm knocken teeth out to where he rap wit a lisp
I'm crisp while he's crunchy...I shine 'Nice' while his shit stay dusty
It's rusty... if you don't believe, I'll still make you trust me
My skills must be greater than yours
Do this bitch quick, like doin a daily chore
You come up short when I'm comen wit more
Stomp 'Black Fire' out right into the floor
Make his body sore...better yet kill'em quick
Cause herbs don't deserve to live talken that stupid shit!

~.Nise.~

Lets just start with a tactical analysis,
Going off about whacked rust and fists,
Threating black people, people with lisps
Listen, nise u're not wise, I can see through your disguise
"Do this bitch quick" is all you can do
You would never satisfy one, nor few
I maybe new here, but i'll bring true fear
to all that is yours, behind close doors or right here
you could stick to your chores that your mom makes
sweep up the floor while my rhymes make the ground shake
I'm not like you i'm not chokin
My rhymes are all full not broken
Its almost all spoken,
What is it that you're toking?
Stupid shit?
A few would fit.
But not as good a you

Each bar you write has WACK Printed all over/
your rhyme is missing a vital part like an organ donor/
Biasi our own Royal Czar, demolishing this cat molecular/
light a cigar whilst im writing ive won by far, your style is hit like D12's Bizzare/
demolish you lyrically till your on the rocks like the Beckhams marriage//
batter you so hard physically youll be wishing your mother had a miscarriage//

The Beckhams are Very famouse in UK, David best 'soccer' player in world, Victoria (signed to Rocafell) Ex spice girl for those who didnt know!

This nigga writes lyrics predictably worse than a movie starrin Van Damme,
he tried elevating but the dumb fuk let the shit hit the fan//
Call me unimitable. ma teknique is impecable,
as opposed to Biasi who roll on 22's coz he in a chair for the disable// (Daym!)
I bort beef to this starved faggot, thas the reason he bite,
but before i drop ma rose on ur box lemme jus say Bi to ur Ass Ite//

__________________

oh boy ...............les go chea...........

first off chump ur TEK-nique is sweet like the gay rapper
it looks to me that u tha gay mc"s most gay mc/
i spit disease like H.I.V/
duke no one feel u but urself , fuck a rose ill piss on ur casket/
dont make me burn an orphanige to bring heat to u BASTARD/
everything i spit be a classic/
my flow so hot i give the mic ....heat rashes.......

brooklyn.....nigga holla at me maaaaaaaaaaaaan

yo dcrills you new to RnB so let me tell you how it goes/
this room is about disin the person above you with perfect flows/
not jus writin and jotin and shit that comes to head/
Like your mamas is so fat she needs a crane to lift her off her bed/
so take a breath now, theres no rush, perfect your next rhymes/
but you better not come back until u get some beter lines/
a new gimic, a new flow, and ya be needing a beter name/
cus after i done wid you there will be no one left to blame/
for your shit vocab and shit word/
and wid a name like dcrills ppl dont take you seriously
......... they think you gay!!

Cheah..

Why you gotta spit shit so simplistic?
Wearing pants sizes too small is the only time you've ripped-shit
Fatal D, should be a felony, for you to spit Childish lines
You stay outside with the animals and say you have you the wildest rhymes!
I mean damn, I could easily fuck-and-tear ya dame
If I wanted to see Fatal D, I'd watch a Bucaneers Game

-- Fuck and tear.. Fuck and leave your girl.. like rape. Yeah, nasty.

yo fatal d is a nob head he sucks alot of dick/
he flow is totally wack, it aint ill its jus sick/
he a faggot ass, a batty crease cleaner/
i be ripin shit out of him and this bitch still aint got no meaner/
forget it this ho dont even dare to write back/
hes a wet pussy that dribbles, a dick with without the ball sack!!!

Im spittin them six line minimum
Slug thru the cranium of formula
the next victim Im naming em
getcha leg broke neck choked
hitcha nose like coke shot like dope
you think your diesel I spit and you curl up in the fetal
position yourself this is lethal
try to peek
catch a bullet wound thru the peep hole
I'll see it thru I'll murder you
In the winter keep my murders seasonal
Chill in the summer unless your fam get unreasonable
catch em on the front page something terrible

krush blind wanna talk craniums but he dont use his "brain"//
you get my referred "pain" im rippin u simple and im rippin u "plain"//
while we are on the subject lets check out the cerebrum and the "Medulla Oblongata"//
im crazy as hell son, thinkin up more moves than the "Harlem GlobeTrottas"//
But i dont wanna get too complex on account of your gettin "puzzed"//
for your your insolence have lost your speaking rights and are sentenced to a "muzzle"//

Maniac? you're wack your flow is way off
i could flow better then that spittin coughs
put down the mic and just step away
you couldn't get 10 cents for that shit on ebay
stay the fuck outta my way, cus you're a waste
like dislocated shoulders, i'll put you back into place//