You talk about this kids record when U got none
U ripped the wrong kid cuz it takes u 5 minutes for six lines of fun
Ur new to rb like all the rest these fukkin newbies
All running around and shit, sayin momma come do me
Ur lifes in the power of my tongue, but u can't hold death
The only time ill die is if u open ur mouth and i smell ur breath
Im feed up and tired of these wack kids so im gonna exit
So ill kill this kid w/ pirotekniks kinda like his name after i hex it
-KeMy$t

what kinda kemyst carries round a sword, shouldn't you have a beaker
from what i see their's nuthing weaker, you look like that shy kid still trying to fuck his teacher
your from where? oh isn't that just great
touch and break, only killing you sees...from children of the corn tapes
for whores sakes, i don't give a fuck when i diss
i could simply whistle and burn your lab coat to a crisp

its all in ur name NO ABUSE cuz thats wut u deliver
i'm iller than a 30 year alcoholics liver
ur 4rm tha underworld, well i figured that much
cuz ur rhymes r like a friend i havent seen in years OUT OF TOUCH
heres a sayin u should follow "pick ur fights"
man i killed u in 3 bars dont even deny it cuz u kno i'm right

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"i ain't no fuckin g i'm a cannibal i ain't tryin 2 shoot u i'm tryin 2 chop u into pieces & eat u"-Eminem

"CHI CHI GET THA YAYO"-Tony Montana

i believe ur breath smells like ass...ur spits shitty
ill make circles around ur cyphas...just to spin city
u got da illes style for a wack rapper...it even fits diddy
and aint no unit need this pussy...cry bitch cuz u miss fitty

chi chi get da yayo
and i can rip it cuz i sayso
in a minute u can laylow
faggot u's da gayhoe
likes gettin fist up in ur ahole
niggas diggin up ur anal
till it reaches up ur navil........

Forced rhymes from Don Johnson himself (guy from Miami Vice)
Here's some rhymes to bite u need some help
This kid acts like he's a fukkin gansta in his profile
Too bad he's 45, and nothin but a pedifile
Now ur on trial, death row u should dial
Wait its gone, just like your played out song
And too many rhymes from this kid makes me yawn
Watever cat u wack, go back to ur sack cuz thats the only time ull have balls on ur track

AND WHOEVER IS NEXT THINK OF SOMETHING BESIDES CORNFIELDS ITS FUKKIN PLAYED OUT BE CREATIVE IF U CAN
-KeMy$t

The talent pool is filled... With acid... for this bitch...
What a fitting end for this supposed Chemist...
I'm dropping hot bars... this kid repping soft sonnets...
Shit... my dicks 3 feet longer... from punks like you hanging off it...
Rock ya head back with vicious jabs... leave ya neck funny feelin...
Deliver the finally blow and completely break the tension

this isnt hard,i easily send this guy vet a vet diss
how can he be # 1 on the site, when he reps tetris
now that brooklyns gone, its easy to see whose the most overated
talks bout ppl hangin on his dick, but its funny how everyone he's dated
im not hatin, im only followin the topic
but i dont want this pussy to cry, so i decided to stop it

Chrit goin for a hundred, wins against kids...
Full speed-no brakes, so why's his underwear got skids?
Elevated beyond description, but still lower than dirt...
Chasin only RB femcees cuz he needs tha net ta flirt.
Seen his pic, and yo...his complexion's so smooth and pale...
In person the ladies never think...that Chrit could even be male.

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

shit chrit u gettin dissed, maybe a vet/
but ur lass spit sounded like shit/
no hate dawg but I thought u were better then that/
spittin weak ass nursery rhymes, now I know tha u juss wack/
most ya verse was filler, no punchline, so I'll juss give u tha winner/
hit u up with 2 shots in tha nuts, oh shit wait, forgot tha u ain't got none/
so take a pencil an some paper, an jot this down/
come back to the cypher, when u got somethin worth bustin out/

no hate bro.

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He took a dip in tha Gene Pool, and almost drowned in it...
Ended up coughin up a lung, water, and helluva lotta dicks.
Outta his mouth they fell, he's been swallowin them for years...
Ever since Daddy showed him how when he was wet behind tha ears.
Now he's all grown, but the bad habits still run rampant...
It's why his lips, mouth, and shirts...always look dampened.

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

someone call for this fag to be banned/
it's 6 lines bitch, not 2 and almost a half/

^^directed at MC Shrek

but born to kill is the one that gets his thrills/
from chokin on dick, but his bf's bitch when the cum spills/
must be y ur messages are garbled an fake/
got to much backwash from the cum that u ate/
and here u are, left with nothin for chase/
hell juss go eat some shit, maybe that'll get rid of the taste/
but really man, how u gonna diss me to act like a fag/
when it's ur game, and ur the one that always likes to play/

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Look you are a lame-dude, We may be in the same-crew..
Why did i put you in when no one knows ya name-fool???
0-2? that stands correct, cause you lack scripted dialect..
Tried out for crews,said no so i took him cause i felt bad for the reject..
You know ya record wouldnt look so bad if you actually won a match...
Winning is like a cold something you cant catch, cause I beat this fag..

Corrupted Vision.. Naw You Just Distorted With Your Wins..
9 Wins.. But YOu Couldn't Even Swing And Hit Me In The Shins..
Sins Alone Leave A Lasting Impression Like How I Leave Your Face Scarred..
You Drop That Shit And I Spit So Raw My Lines Should Be |Barred|..
This Retard Couldn't Beat Gene Pool Even If It Was A Handicap Race.. ^^ Ooo I Diss Both Of Em^^
Cuz Trying TO Find Your Punchs Is Like Seeing After Being Maced..
So I Hope The Next Person Can Give Me A Fight Back..
Cuz I Will Be THe First To Admit This Was Whack..
But It's Still Better Then Anything You Could Write..

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Ill put you back ..in the dark with “2 claps”..like you were a clapper
Clap on clap off…your raps soft…cause you just a sad rapper
Speek just cant spit….cause he just opens his mouth….
All this time he rants shit….but honestly hasn’t spoken a sound…
You got the rep….But this faggot just sits n banters….
Only ILL as fuck……cause hes got testicular cancer…..
Speek’ll get layed to rest dawg,….You play the best? not…..
Only thinking you’re “hard”….cause ya play with vets cocks….
Cum to ya face homo….now you can ..take ya best shot….
His thoughts are on ice cause beating me means ya frozen in dreams..
The only time ya touchen ya life dawg….is when ya holden the screen..
Im like a massive power outage cause im just Crushing ya lights off
leave ya blind to wins like the Browns while Im clutchen ya lines raw…