Just look at the lack of talent...
Kids posting crap acting vallent...
My lines cut like swords thru your brave heart...
Like Mels hand in contrversial films... I'm through this Pop tart...
Toasted creme filled... Yet your contents still chilled...
Crumbled your structures when you test my erupture...
Scriptures couldn't bring you a peice...
Then again you'd just resort to... Sexing ya neice...

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

so you sayin now that you're tough..oh please
i've heard a much better flow soon as i sneeze/
nosfer must be laughin as he read ya soft diss
even though you listen to X you wont be back in one piece/
you got sword..i got this chainsaw so test me
now all this cali weirdo pretending normal in RB/
you moron..LA dont need this false prophet
you must be in shame treated like a sex puppet/

Look at this pup trying to piss on my leg...
Dawg I'd flip your script and beat you with nine canes...
K-nine's the name but soft lines are your fame...To RB ya just lame...
Maintain ya shit stain, before I hollow you with spent grains...
Embed your frame like I did your dame whilst she screamed out my name...
Man's best firend... Establsihed in the way that you bend-rover...
Your Style folds like doggy... Or your girl in my presence... Bent over and groggy!

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

Bounce Doggy dog, this cat must be out of the loop,
up here soundin like a.... fake ass Snoop;
I bet you bite his rhymes, as hard as u bite dick,
he aint from L/A, this bitch is hick;
Makin up his life, he's just a cunt-see,
how you duck strays, bitch you live in the country;
This faggot does chores, on his dads plantation,
the people in his house equals half his citys population,
try and hold ya concentration, nigga i know that its hard,
got me feelin bad, for battlin a retard;
you cant hide it bitch ya Fear is a Factor,
I can picture this nigga, doin a drive-by on his tractor;
He gots a computer, oh shit... a red-neck dork,
talkin bout "fuck wit me and Ill... get my pitch fork";
Name brand chlothes, shit his mom made his shirt,
you know ur a red neck, when ya main ROAD's are Dirt;
Damn dog now I know, why ya posts are so slow,
I got high-speed, he still gots aol 2.0.

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Zach

If u can't respect that, ur whole perspective is wack. - Jay-Z

All of a sudden, any no-name bitch can become a mod,
thinkin you sweet dissin these rookies but it's just a fascade,
I'm a walkin commodity, jive-talkin cuz I'm a prodigy,
your rhymes are so full of filler that each line needs a labodemy,
bouncedoggydog ya name's straight from the eighties,
I could rob you and walk off like you was a group of old white ladies,
I got rabies in each and every syllable I spit,
my bites leave streaks on your ass like your draws is smeared with some shit,
face it I'm sick and you've been played more times than my Atari,
jus be quiet and call yourself Ruben cuz your rhyme-scheme is "Sorry"...

blah on same-time posts.....

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Pink-Panther and we still think this Kyd aint Queer...
Jeez, You still have atari? I suppose its PS2 you fear...
You wouldnt Come across Strong if you were an metallurgical engineer...
Jixi's much more than a Volunteer...Im the fucking Persivering Pioneer...
Rabies? Old Lady's? What next this Jungle Kyd will quote Shady...
Peter...No wait, Marsha from the Mother fucking Brady's...

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Jixi, what a joke, sucks so bad has to hide his name//
Fuckin' lame, after this merking ya gunna need a new game//
This cypher I own, you spit just trying to be known//
"New to RB", you gunna stay that way till your old//
Just look how he spits, so fucking new to this bitch//
How can you call yaself gangsta, still wearing Abercrombie and Fitch?//
Dude, just stay outta the cypher, im too difficult to dis-cypher//
How can we take ya seriously, when dicks make ya hyper?//

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well anyways.. RB's better.

Golly gee, pardon me, I didn't notice you even existed,
you two good lines outta six, so letme hurry up and fix this,
you must have it twisted cuz I'm not livin in the past,
my vernacular is in the present and it's currently kickin your ass,
I done caught me a live one, a real fisty textcee,
you couldn't be on my level if you was standin next to me,
but I can respectfully look past this little incident,
cuz it's parallel to you Jixi, and your little pencil dick,
I've seen way better spits comin out of a dugout,
now I'll finish this deeble bitch by sprayin him with bugout.

god damn you people, letme respond!

my bad man..

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well anyways.. RB's better.

I think it's cute, representing a cartoon//
Let me guess..ya hang out at the park, selling balloons?//
That's aiight though, a fagget dude just trying to get by//
Or get high, after this spit the doc will recommend suicide//
Or rather leave the sue-aside, sueing me ends in cutastraphe//
Yo straight blasphamy, cuz what i spit is masterpiece//
Call it art, call it skill, call it whatever you like//
You prolly dike, hiding behind the shadows of the mic//

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well anyways.. RB's better.

Now it's Paradise lost, his word's are left at a loss
Nigga sold out at cost with the last dice toss
Who says "Golly Gee" wait shit now it's prolly me...
well at least im not as fake as you and dat bitch Dolly P.
Ya white trash whore frontin as if he's J-ville's hardcore
accordin to lore I tapped ya momma n she screamed "gimme more!"
"gimme more! young man my son just couldn't fulfill"
I said "that's just sick maam" then I left her wit a bill...

What this nigga writes is wack, not even worth a Magnifi-cent//
Your shit is old school, i tear ya up, you'z as good as spent!//
Nice av, you're rhymes blow so you try and look tough?//
All bluff, you easy as marijuana, all i gotta take is one puff//
This aint story time kid, this a cypha, a diss battle//
After this diss, watch him run to his mom and tattle//

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well anyways.. RB's better.

i burn you and sepharoth.
best go and bless a cross.
leave you in a desert lost...
beggin me to "wet ya broad".
ya think ya angelic...
but just can't smell it.
till i take ya down to hell and
burn ya flesh till its smellin.

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""Accustomed to trample on the rights of others, you have lost the genius of your own independence and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises among you." --Abraham Lincoln, speech, September 11, 1858