im dropping anvils on this punk like he was a villian on looney toons/

kstroyer give it up ur rhymes are like a bag of pennys useless//and u flow like one of those bitches from clueless/i dont think u can do this// so give it a rest and find a new site// cuz the shit u flowin will never be tight

Sunshine I gotta agree, kstroyer is a wack emcee
He mine as well hang himself from a tree
but this flow ain't 'bout fags, its bout old school gags
so here's a slap to the face wit my girls used rag

you aint shit aint "nobody2me"//
2pac and tha goverment got all eyez on me//
waiting to see if ill make a move to murder this emcee//
wit verbal dagarz and metah knifes to make you walk wit a stagger//
looking like Screech or Steve Urckle...skinny pocketz while mine fatter//
suprise ya wit stylish elementz...pissin yo' self cauze i ruptured yo bladder//
like roachez and im light....when i show up ya scatter//
and tha only time ya burn shit is when i toss salt in tha wound//
like this was pre-mature ejaculation...ya death is cummin soon//
aint strong enuff to break out ya cacoon//
so im blasting shots while you still in tha womb//
as if i was Mr. Cleo i got this cat psyched out//
rich as fucc let me prove it as i pull tha dirt bike out//
dont know how to act...scurred to fucc ova like it was your first night out//
Closet bitch let tha dyke out...eating pussy is highly probable//
2pacz prodical like i was jetlinnahz crashing my style is un-stoppable//
historacle fuck tha oracle my heated spitz melt ya soul//
slow like eternal fire metling ya stomach system//
ya plummet wishing you didnt fucc wit ALPHA//
in tha highest position king of HIP HOP From tha Big L cristen//

shit it would koss u less to get out before u get ripped/ bitch ass ho ridin tupacs dick// man leave it alone and let him rest in peace//i know this sandiego ho dont want no beef//cuz my rhymes are potent like the marijuana leaf//if u think u ready then holla back// but i would watch out u might get bitch slapped

This
Kid makes
threatz and still ain't ill/
his gutz gon spill/
trying to spit gangta and still ain't real/
The Zen master like Phill/
three peat with the beatz/
hold heat and murder three peat on the streetz/
ya whole scheme is illrevelent/
need some more growth and development/
spit like you're a hard rock but a newborn delicate/
simple subjectz and predicatez noun and verbz/
my worst shit still astond this herb/
you all bat with no swing how you're gonna combat with the king/
Sunshine is bearly a smoke screen/
you aren't Hot like KRS/
I'll put the AK to your chest/
and sizzle your guess/
and lauch missles to your flesh/
image grosteste/
expose this little faggot/
you ain't gutter you just a little too hyperactive/
I smack kidz/
and hold it down/
it's over now the G.O.D. molding this clown/

ok you molded that clown but you need to mold ya flow
you poppin shit like you ill but who told ya so
but ill admit that ya bold ta go, at somebody's head with that wack crap
you though what ya dropped was hot ya betta back track
you rap smack, the spit you spew is bellow the par margin
you talk about other cats rappin tough but you just barkin hard jargin

**Rips Tha Cat Above Him**

Don't hate
on the elite flow/
Zeno/gassed up like a can of beanz yo/
I'm a grown man you better fuck with them teenz yo/
spit that mean flow/
savage jurassic chop off ur head leave you body in some plastic/
get ya ass blasted/
for the lies you broadcasted/
I got this shit mastered left you at birth and labeled you a bastard/
you're fabergasted/
at the king of thread/
Arm Leg Leg Arm Supreme head/
you desigue rap/
spittin them wise crackz/
catch a missle right between da eyez black/

I put an end to dem wack cats wit bad behaviors...
so theirs gonna be no fuckin around when I come on at this Savior....
I'm "razor"...
This "butterknife" would love to write the experiences of my life...
But instead ya fed up in ya head, wishin death cause ya lifes dull...
You'll always stumble n' fall cause that Bibles stuck in ya skull...
Ya preach tha printed...
Every other word is religion every other minute...
Ya forced by my reach to allow me to teach...
"Check Statz" be "Tha Kat" that had Mose's beached...
Ya just gonna come back n' ripp me, so enlightin my views...
Or act Que'd cause I'm gettin atchu'...

~BORED~
~Decides to rip Savior Allah~
Excuse me Mr. Savior/
Why such poor behavior/
Your rymes need help, try a life-saver/
Try takin one for ya stank breath-as-well/
Cuz when ya spit it has a digestion-smell/
Why u keystyle anyway Mr. Allah?/
Cuz when ya freestyle it's all blah-blah/
IM jus givin ya some friendly advice like Mr. Deed's/
So put out somethin people acctually wanna read/
NO BEEF! ~1~

"M-Body" could never "B-More" , stuck wit "forty four", I can afford to aboard...
I wash tha wasted ashore, I can't wait to release what I've had stored...
We got ya status now, Weak immature wigga...
You'de neva grasp ahold of the Queens Bridge Kat your an immitation Jigga...
Wait....it gets bigger....
Stayin home, created a zone thats thicker, ya own no triggers...
I'm stackin figures, ya lies linger...
You should switch ya name wit ya location n' B some[B]body , get it right n' do ya chores...
Rhymes, your in desperate need to "M ake-More"....